(male announcer) 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.
Mr. Dillon! Mr. Dillon!
Can you confirm that Halligan-Webb
was eavesdropping on its own employees?
How about members of the press?
No comment.
Is Samantha Weaver gonna resign her position as CEO?
Why don't you ask her? Please, let me through.
Look, I have nothing to say!
Can you give any comment? Any statement that--
[reporters shouting]
Hands tied around the bedpost.
One shot, close range, side of the head.
(Green) You got a time frame?
Some time between 8:00 and 11:00 last night.
Name's Charles Dillon, Livingston, New Jersey.
He's got a wedding ring.
If there was any cash in here, it's gone now.
So what is this, like a sex romp gone bad?
If it was, it went bad pretty fast.
There's no fluids on his underwear or the sheets.
Thanks.
Hi, Detectives Cassady and Green.
Adrienne Harding.
Was Mr. Dillon staying here?
He wasn't supposed to be.
Who has access to this suite?
Um, anyone from Halligan-Webb's
executive offices could get a key.
And does that include Mr. Dillon?
He was our General Counsel.
What can you tell us about him?
I didn't know him personally. Just what I read in papers.
He was in the news?
You must've heard about
the eavesdropping scandal in my company.
Yeah, Halligan-Webb bigwigs
spying on their employees.
It's a huge federal investigation now,
and Mr. Dillon is in the middle of it.
He was supposed to testify before Congress on Friday.
(Lynda) I was here with our children.
Charles, uh, said he had to work late
to prepare for his trip to Washington.
He was going to stay in the city
at the company apartment.
Do you know who your husband
was supposed to be working with?
The CEO, Samantha Weaver.
Do you know if your husband received any threats?
No, not that I'm aware of.
He was just trying to get through
this whole scandal thing with some dignity.
[sobs]
How am I supposed to tell my children?
We brought Charles over from Cravath in '02.
He was an excellent lawyer.
I'm sure his family is devastated.
Can I get flowers for the Dillons?
Now, Erica.
His wife said that he was working late with you.
Yes, we had a meeting at around 5:00.
About what?
As I'm sure you know,
my company is under investigation.
So that's what the meeting was about?
I admire your persistence.
But how is what we talked about
relevant to what happened?
Why don't you let us decide
what's relevant, Ms. Weaver?
You know, I am happy to cooperate with you,
but I am not prepared to give NYPD
an agenda of our discussion.
His wife told us
that he was involved in this scandal.
I would call it an issue more than a scandal.
Congress is obviously a little bit bored right now.
Look, if this is what you're here to ask me about,
then I am going to have to insist
on having attorney present.
I'm sure you can understand that.
Okay, okay. If you could just tell us
when and where you last saw Mr. Dillon.
He left my office at 5:35.
He said that he was going to meet with his attorney.
Great. Thank you.
Charles got here a little bit before 6:00.
We discussed his testimony for about half an hour.
When he left, did he say where he was going?
Yeah, to have a drink.
Where, I don't know.
He looked like he needed one.
Why do you say that?
He was the fall guy
for the entire eavesdropping debacle.
Right. Can you walk us through that?
I can give you the basics,
but I'm skirting with some privilege issues here.
Well, that's understandable, counselor,
but your client was murdered last night.
So you think Charles was killed over this?
Someone inside HW was leaking information to the press,
questioning management's competence.
There were articles suggesting that the company's
newly-designed database management software
was already obsolete.
Samantha Weaver wanted to plug the leak.
And knowing Samantha,
destroy whoever was betraying her.
Well, if Samantha Weaver ordered the surveillance,
how did General Counsel get blamed for it?
Weaver tasked Charles to find the leak.
He hired a corporate security firm,
and unfortunately they went a little crazy.
What's the name
of the security firm he was using?
I can tell you this.
They ponied up 150K
to wire up the corporate offices.
I had taps out on everybody
except the CEO and the GC.
How did that go down exactly?
Middle of the night, in-house security
let's my tech guys into the executive suite.
They're out by dawn.
Did they ever find the leak?
All I did was collect the data and send it to Dillon.
Are you saying you don't know
if they found the leak?
You're gonna have to talk to the company.
You think they're talking to us?
They're neck deep in a Congressional investigation.
Not to mention a homicide.
Understood. I was on the job 20 years.
But I'm neck deep in this crap myself.
All right.
How about you point us in the right direction?
If this were my case,
I'd be looking at who's not showing up
for work these days at Halligan-Webb.
(Caldwell) Yeah, I'm pissed off.
Those bastards tapped my phones.
They put spyware on my computers.
They pre-texted into my personal accounts.
They were even spying on the reporter I was talking to.
Well, why did you go to the press
in the first place, Mr. Caldwell?
Halligan-Webb's a public company.
If management's making questionable decisions,
the stockholders have a right to know.
Management being Samantha Weaver.
Yeah, the one and only.
Sounds like you two don't get along.
She's the most horrible woman I've ever met.
So you blame her for losing your job?
Yeah, her and Dillon.
So where were you Tuesday night around 8:00?
(boy) Daddy, can we go?
Yeah, we're going.
Uh, oh, that was Parent-Teacher Night
at my daughter's school.
I was looking at fetal pigs in the Biology lab
with Mr. Johnson, okay?
(Green) Dillon was the point man
for this Halligan-Webb eavesdropping scandal.
And the guy taking the fall.
And we looked at all the usual suspects,
but none of those executives are talking.
Because of the Congressional investigation.
And the head of the company.
She seems like kind of a bitch.
Kind of a bitch?
I just mean that I think
some of her employees are a little intimidated.
Yeah, that's possible.
(Green) Anyway, Ballistics says
the slug they pulled from Dillon
was from a .38 Smith & Wesson
which they can't trace so far.
And CSU didn't recover
any forensic evidence from the apartment?
Nothing. But Latent lifted about 200 prints
they need to sift through.
Detective, what's the next move?
Uh, we talk to the outsiders.
Like Dillon's secretary.
Good.
I've been with Mr. Dillon for five years.
He brought me with him from Cravath
when he took this job.
I know they're gonna fire me now.
They'd let you go because your boss died?
Have you heard of Samantha Weaver?
It's only a matter of time before we get a memo
saying how many squares of toilet paper we can use.
Listen, do you have any ideas
about who Mr. Dillon might've been meeting with
the night he died?
His last appointment was with his lawyer.
We already talked to him.
Any unusual phone calls that day?
Well, a man named Mike Owens
called several times that day.
About what?
He wouldn't say.
And Mr. Dillon wouldn't take his calls.
I think he was still angry about an argument they had.
(Cassady) An argument?
Mr. Owens showed up here last week
without an appointment.
Barged into Mr. Dillon's office,
slammed the door behind him,
and they were yelling at each other.
Do you know what they were yelling about?
Not really.
It only lasted two or three minutes.
Owens stormed out,
Mr. Dillon said if ever came back here
to call Security.
I come down here to help you guys out,
and you treat me like a perp?
Well, maybe you should've told us
you had bad blood with Dillon.
Maybe you should've asked.
Okay, where the hell were you Tuesday night?
I gotta take this from Little Miss Beauty Queen here?
Little Miss Beauty Queen might just kick your ass.
So about you have a seat and answer the question?
I was at home watching the Nets-Pistons.
Vince Carter dropped 36.
Come on, man, you know better.
That ain't no alibi.
Anybody can read the back of a paper.
What was this argument with you and Dillon about?
What do you think?
The job I did for him at Halligan-Webb.
You found the leak. The dude got fired.
Thank you!
Look, Dillon says to me
to do whatever I gotta do.
I give 'em what they're looking for
on a silver platter,
and then he complains about how I got it.
Says I crossed the line.
I'm sure that's not the first time
you had an unhappy customer.
Tells me he's gonna call the DA
because what I did up there was illegal.
Can you believe that?
He gets caught with his pants down,
and now he's gonna try to make it like it's my fault.
Typical lawyer.
I told him to go screw himself, that's all.
[knock on door]
Something you should see.
Charles Dillon's cell phone records.
[door closes]
Four calls the night he was murdered.
The first one's from his boss, then he calls his wife.
But the next one is from a high-end escort service.
I bet the last one's to the high-end hooker herself.
Any financial remuneration that I receive from my clients
is for companionship, not sex.
Right, we read the disclaimer
on your agency's web site.
You know, it'd be too bad if your negative attitude
brought down the whole operation.
You're not gonna bust me, are you?
It depends.
Tell me what you know about Charles Dillon.
He's a regular client.
He dates three or four girls at the agency.
Busy man.
So besides variety, what's he into?
Nothing too kinky.
A little light B&D if he's feeling frisky.
That's not a crime, is it? Stop it.
You were the last person
to see Charles alive on Tuesday night.
But I didn't see him.
He called your agency and then called your cell phone.
Charles booked me.
I was on my over, but he called to cancel.
Really?
My driver was with me when he called.
We turned around and he drove me home.
Okay, well, we're gonna need your driver's
contact information.
Where were you supposed to meet up with Charles?
The bar at the Atlantique Hotel.
He liked to hang out there.
Did he say why he was canceling?
He said that he didn't need my services.
Said he was with somebody that's gonna rock his world.
Yeah, Charlie.
Some kind of a big shot lawyer.
He's here a lot.
Grey Goose up with a twist.
Was he here this Tuesday?
That's right. Came in by himself.
[chuckles] I couldn't believe who he left with.
A woman?
Gorgeous. Tall, well-dressed.
Maybe a model.
Orders a glass of our primo cab.
She's got an accent.
What kind of accent?
Is sexy a country?
From her coloring
I'm guessing South American or something.
So one of my regulars sits down next to her.
Throws down his rap but gets nowhere.
This guy's good too.
Does regular have a name?
Brent Sullivan.
So after five or ten minutes of fending him off,
Charlie boy walks in.
She goes and sits down with him.
Half an hour later, they're leaving together.
So they knew each other?
Hard to say.
Did this woman charge her drink?
Trust me.
It's been a long time
since this lady paid for her own drink.
All right, where can we find this Brent Sullivan?
(Sullivan) Miss Brazil.
Let's see.
I bought her a $28 glass of wine.
I told her about my job here as creative director
of the hottest advertising boutique in the city.
My ski house in Aspen--
Okay, that's great, but what did she tell you?
She was from Rio.
She said she lived in the West Village.
Had some kind of home design business.
Or maybe it was clothes.
She spent a lot of time doing yoga.
She told you that?
I'm observant.
And a good listener.
So...
how long you been a cop?
Okay, drop it.
Did she give you her name?
Well, I got a number.
[woman on speaker phone] What's up, player?
The woman who gave you this phone number
thought you were a total dork.
If you approach her again, she'll call the police
and report you as a stalker.
Have a nice day.
And buy some mouthwash, loser.
That's nice.
A buck ninety-nine a month, you get your very own number.
You're kidding.
Hey, this Brazilian woman
who left the Atlantique with Dillon,
she charged that service on her Amex.
Her name is Julia Veloso.
What's her sheet say?
She's got two priors for solicitation.
So all this high-level corporate intrigue
and our best suspect is a prostitute?
Sounds about right to me.
We'll let you know.
All right.
I was just getting ready to go out.
Do worry. This won't take long.
Don't you recognize this man?
5'8", about 40 years old.
Hmm.
Ah, yes, of course.
I had a drink with him the other night.
Why, did something happen?
He's dead. Dead.
Did you leave with him?
I never met him before.
I joined him to get away from an obnoxious guy
at the other end of the bar.
This gentleman was nice enough to walk me out
and wait until I hailed a taxi.
Did he get in the cab with you?
No.
Is there a Dr. Covington living here?
That's my ex-husband.
We're not together anymore.
Any idea how we can contact him?
I haven't seen him in a while.
I'm not sure where he is.
All right, how about the last place he worked?
I was married to Julia for ten months.
It was the biggest mistake of my life.
You mind telling us about that?
Look, I'm trying to put
this part of my life behind me.
Look, Dr. Covington,
we would not be here if it wasn't important.
So...
All right. Come over here.
Before I met Julia, I was married for 11 years.
Jane and I have two wonderful kids.
But I got bored, I guess.
I started using call girls.
That's how you met Julia.
Right.
Don't laugh, okay,
but I fell in love with her.
She was beautiful, smart, exciting.
Heh.
She had me convinced
that she was only doing this temporarily
to make ends meet.
Let me guess.
She was working her way through NYU.
Columbia.
Anyway, to make a long story short,
I left my family for her.
She said if I married her,
she'd stop doing the escort thing.
Well, I did.
And she never stopped.
Pretty soon, she...
met some other pathetic sucker
who had a lot more money than I did.
Is there anything you can tell us about him?
When I first started to suspect that Julia
was turning tricks again,
I looked at her phone bills,
which like an idiot I was still paying.
She made a lot of calls to Halligan-Webb.
(Weaver) I knew that Charles used our corporate suite
from time to time, but I cannot believe
he was taking prostitutes there.
We were wondering if your company
had surveillance placed in that apartment.
Is that supposed to be some kind of joke?
No, and we were thinking that you removed it
once this whole eavesdropping issue broke.
Believe it or not, Detective,
I had very little to do with the eavesdropping.
Except to order it.
Come back and talk to me when you've made captain.
Maybe then you'll have a better understanding
of the world we live in.
You still haven't said whether you had surveillance
placed in that apartment building.
I don't know, but I can't believe
that Charles would be stupid enough
to bug his little love nest.
(Green) Julia Veloso started calling this company
three years ago, and it just so happens
the last time she calls
was the week that Dillon was murdered.
So Dillon was her new sugar daddy.
And a big upgrade from the last dude she was with.
The townhouse she's in rents for $9,500 a month.
She's got a state of the art kitchen.
She's got expensive furniture.
Does this woman have any other source of income?
Let's just say I'm looking into her finances.
Well, did anyone
at the corporate apartment building
pick her out of an array?
There was no doorman,
but the bellman is positive
that he saw her and Dillon get into a taxi at 8:30,
which she lied about.
What about motive?
Why kill Dillon when he's picking up the tab?
Maybe he was about to cut off that fancy lifestyle of hers.
Latent just matched prints
from a lamp at the crime scene to Julia Veloso.
Pick her up.
(salesgirl) These are from our Milan collection.
Oh, I want these.
Ms. Veloso.
What do you want? You need to come with us.
Excuse us. This is very rude.
Can I please finish what I'm doing here?
Girl to girl, where you're going
you're going to need some much more sensible shoes.
Julia Veloso, you're under arrest
for the murder of Charles Dillon.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say may be
used against you in a court of law.
Docket numbers 41506.
People v. Julia Veloso.
Charge is Murder in the Second Degree.
How does the defendant plead?
Not guilty. Bail?
People request $1 million.
The defendant is a citizen of Brazil,
has no direct ties to New York,
and has a criminal record for prostitution.
Your Honor, the People's case
is purely circumstantial.
The have no physical evidence
connecting my client to the crime.
The defendant's fingerprint was found at the crime scene.
(Tindell) As Ms. Rubirosa indicated,
my client was formerly an escort.
Who knows how many lonely out of town businessmen
stayed in this corporate apartment?
She may very well have been there
on a previous occasion.
We have an eyewitness who puts the defendant
and the victim in a cab together at 8:30
on the night of the murder.
People's request is granted.
Bail is set at $1 million.
Your Honor, given the level of proof in this case--
$1 million.
[pounds gavel] Next case.
You know, a hooker's fingerprint in the bedroom
is not exactly a smoking gun.
We're not saying it's a slam dunk,
but it's a solid circumstantial case.
What about the motive?
Kept woman, thinks the goose laying the golden egg
is gonna cut her off.
Begs him to stay. He says no.
She kills him.
Why not just find another goose?
This city's full of rich men looking for trophies.
Who knows? Maybe they were in love.
It's possible.
Yeah, I saw Pretty Woman too, Connie.
So you're saying that a beautiful young woman
can't fall in love with a pudgy, middle-aged man
who is losing his hair?
I'm just saying as much as I might regret it,
it's highly unlikely.
I don't like these circumstantial cases
without obvious motive.
Feel out the defense.
Maybe they're willing to make a deal.
(McCoy) If there's more to your client's story
than simple greed, we'd be happy to listen.
Are you here for some informal discovery, Jack,
or to make an offer?
So you're interested in a plea? Sure.
Misdemeanor solicitation, and let's say a modest fine.
We're willing to make a reasonable offer, not--
You're fishing for information
because you have no evidence.
Your client was the last person seen
with the victim on the night of the murder.
She lied to the police
about getting into a cab with him.
Her fingerprint was found at the crime scene.
Not to mention a compelling motive.
I'd say that's a pretty good narrative
for a jury, wouldn't you?
If it were true.
Try this narrative, Jack.
My client never met Dillon until that night.
Never even laid eyes on him.
Tindell might be right.
We have no direct evidence
establishing a prior relationship
between Dillon and Julia.
What about the phone calls to HW?
They're all to the general number.
None to his cell phone or direct line.
E-mails? None.
Who was paying her $9,500 a month rent?
I'm not sure where she was getting the money,
but she was the one writing the checks.
There must be some financial link between them.
Closet thing I could find is this.
Julia Veloso owns 10,000 shares
of Vulcan, Inc. stock.
It's a microchip company spun off from HW.
How much is it worth?
As of today, about 300,000.
When did she purchase the shares?
The day the company went public.
At the IPO price.
Talk to the investment banker that took the company public.
(Gleacher) It was a hot deal.
First trade was 25% over the IPO price.
So insiders made 25% right off the bat.
With no risk. Good business, huh?
How does someone get on the list?
Have to be a friend of the company.
Meaning what?
Meaning someone with some juice
puts your name on the list.
Who at HW has juice?
Only one person. Samantha Weaver.
She calls all the shots.
The insiders list is comprised
of friends and family members.
There's no real science to it.
Who put Julia Veloso on the list?
I'm the CEO of publicly traded company, Mr. McCoy.
So as I'm sure you know, everything that I say,
no matter how trivial it may seem,
has legal and financial ramifications.
Is that your way of saying you're not going to tell us?
It's my way of saying you need to consult my attorney.
We just want to know if Dillon asked you
to put her on the list, that's it.
Speak to senior counsel, Peter Harris.
The subpoena's pretty broad, Mr. McCoy.
Broad?
I'd say it's overreaching and abuse of power.
The DA's office has no business sniffing around
in Halligan-Webb's corporate affairs.
(McCoy) The victim worked for this company.
We need Mr. Dillon's emails, his phone records.
And how is our company's internal investigation
related to some hooker killing Charles Dillon?
It's quite possible that the murderer
is connected to Dillon's role
in the illegal surveillance operation.
That's crap and you know it.
This is a fishing expedition.
If Mr. Harris prefers, we'd be happy to procure
the requested items pursuant to an indictment
of the company for felony eavesdropping.
The federal authorities are already investigating this.
So are we.
We convened a grand jury this morning.
Judge, that's a bootstrap to get something
that he's not entitled to.
And a damn good one, Mr. Harris.
Halligan-Webb will comply with the people's subpoena.
If you want to survive this Congressional investigation,
you'd better come through.
I'm having a meeting tomorrow with the board
about your severance package.
I'm thinking ten million sounds about right.
Given the circumstances.
No, we are under very tight scrutiny right now.
That is not-- Figure it out.
I didn't have anything to do with this.
You know that.
Look, I don't give a damn.
The feds like to flip up, not down.
You know what? I think I'll take my chances.
And I know about your Brazilian whore.
Press is gonna love a story like that,
don't you think?
Big shot CEO shacking up with a long-legged hooker?
Heh! I get hot just thinking about that.
Fine.
I'll have another word with our compensation consultant.
See if there's any flexibility in the numbers.
You do that.
How in the heck did you get that?
Halligan-Webb's new General Counsel
turned over everything in Dillon's office,
including the surveillance tapes.
Interesting fodder for Page Six,
but what about for our trial?
Dillon was threatening to give up Weaver to the feds,
tell the press about her lesbian relationship
with an ex-prostitute.
You think she was involved in the murder?
Certainly she had the most to gain from his death.
Well, that doesn't mean she killed him.
She was paranoid enough
to make sure nobody leaked any negative information
about her company or her to the press or anyone.
Weaver's a tough CEO. Everybody knows that.
There's nothing wrong with it.
Why don't we stop theorizing
and start trying to find some proof
tying Weaver to the murder?
Samantha Weaver was funneling $20,000 a month
into her girlfriend's interior design company.
For how long?
The last two years.
Anything else?
Her credit card receipts put her at an espresso bar
two blocks from HW headquarters,
and the barmaid picked out a photo
of her and the woman she was with, Julia Veloso.
So that's where Weaver puts everything in motion.
She knows where Dillon's headed that night.
She tells Julia to put on something sexy
and do her thing.
Think we can prove that?
We can infer it.
Here's the kicker.
Samantha Weaver purchased a Smith & Wesson .38
in Houston in 1999.
Is that enough for an arrest?
And a search warrant.
(Weaver) These past few weeks have been trying,
but we need to move forward
and ignore the negative press.
We owe that to the stockholders
of this great company.
(Green) Excuse us. Sorry to interrupt.
We need to speak with you outside.
I'll be right back.
I'm sure this is all a misunderstanding.
This better be important.
Oh, it is.
We searched your residence.
We couldn't find that .38 you bought in Houston.
That gun is legally licensed.
Fine, then tell us where it is.
We'll do a quick ballistics check,
and maybe you can walk away from all this.
Ahem.
I want to speak to my lawyer immediately.
I think that's a great idea,
because you're under arrest
for the murder of Charles Dillon.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say may be used against you
in a court of law.
You have to be pretty damn ambitious
to murder somebody over a job, don't you?
Ambitious? You should read her book.
Making It in the Corner Office.
100 hour weeks, nonstop networking.
Cutthroat office politics.
This wasn't just a job. This was her life.
Her identity.
Defense just filed a motion
to suppress the videotaped conversation
between Dillon and Weaver.
Based on what?
Attorney-client privilege.
The Court of Appeals' position is quite clear.
Corporate officers may rely on attorney-client privilege
to protect confidential communications
with their corporate counsel.
But the communication must be legal in nature.
Predominantly legal, not exclusively.
Mr. Dillon was attempting to extort the defendant.
They were discussing a severance agreement.
A legal document,
a contract between employer and employee.
I'm not buying it, Mr. Tepper.
If Dillon was giving legal advice,
he was doing it with a gun pointed at Ms. Weaver's head.
Well, it's illegal to videotape someone
without their consent.
(McCoy) The defendant is the one who ordered
the surveillance.
If you spy on yourself and get caught,
consent is implicit.
The conversation took place in the men's room, Your Honor.
The general business law doesn't allow
much wiggle room for admitting evidence
secretly recorded in the toilet.
(McCoy) Why should Samantha Weaver benefit
from a law she intentionally broke in the first place?
I admit it's paradoxical, Mr. McCoy.
but there are certain places cameras can't go.
I'm excluding the videotape.
(McCoy) Call Tindell.
Tell him we want to make a deal with Julia Veloso.
A deal?
We need someone to testify
that Dillon was extorting Weaver.
You really think she's credible?
She's no Condoleezza Rice, but she's all we got.
[exhales]
What's in it for me?
A favorable plea bargain.
I like to know all the terms
before I enter into an arrangement.
Un-uh. No promises till after your testimony.
I can't go along with that.
I can speak for myself.
If I do what you want,
you promise to take care of me?
This isn't about what I want, Ms. Veloso.
We're looking for the truth.
Samantha asked me to kill this man for her.
Your motive was just as strong as hers.
Dillon was going to destroy her career.
And she didn't have the courage
to take care of the problem on her own.
It seems to me
the one thing Samantha Weaver does not lack is courage.
Okay.
Let's say she did want Dillon dead.
Why would she entrust that job to you?
Because I proved my loyalty to her.
She knew that her biggest secret was safe with me.
How do I know what you're saying
is really what happened?
I guess you have to trust me.
[exhales]
(Julia) Samantha said that Charles Dillon
was trying to get her in trouble with the law.
Ruin her reputation, cost her lots of money.
How?
He was going to lie.
Tell Congress that it was Samantha's idea
to wiretap phones, spy on executives.
He was also going to tell the press about us
unless Samantha paid him off.
Paid him off?
He was going to resign
because of the wiretapping thing,
but he wanted $10 million.
A severance package.
What else did the defendant
tell you about Charles Dillon?
That things would be better if he were dead.
(McCoy) What happened on the night in question?
Samantha met me for coffee.
She told me that Dillon
would be at the bar at the Atlantique.
Then she gave me a picture of him
so I'd know what he looked like.
Then what happened?
She told me to go to her house and get a gun.
A .38 from her bedroom closet.
And you agreed to go along with this?
Samantha said if Dillon got her fired,
she'd lose all her stock options.
It was everything she worked for.
If I didn't help her keep it,
she'd end our arrangement.
What did you do after you got the gun?
I went to the Atlantique.
I saw Dillon. I flirted with him.
Then what?
We went back to his apartment.
I pretended I was going to have sex with him.
I tied him up.
And then I shot him.
What did you do with Samantha Weaver's gun
after you shot him?
I threw it away in a garbage can
near my apartment.
Nothing further.
In exchange for your testimony,
the prosecution has offered you
a favorable deal, correct?
They told me to tell the truth.
The truth, or whatever's necessary
to convict Samantha Weaver?
Objection!
(Judge Mason) Sustained.
You plead guilty
to a prostitution charge four years ago, correct?
I don't do that anymore.
Right.
Now you're a legitimate kept woman.
You have a wealthy girlfriend,
a $9,500 a month apartment.
Yes.
That's not bad.
No, it's not bad.
Do you like having someone pay your bills for you?
Wouldn't you?
Me? No, I have too much self-respect for that.
Your Honor, please.
Next question, Mr. Tepper.
You had the key to Samantha Weaver's brownstone
and the password for her security system?
Yes.
And you knew she had a gun?
Yes.
Isn't it a fact that you killed Charles Dillon
on your own because you were worried
that you might have to move out
of your swanky apartment
and go back to working the streets
like a regular old whore?
Objection!
Withdrawn. Nothing further.
How would you describe yourself, Samantha?
I'm driven, controlling, aggressive, insensitive.
Any positive qualities?
I'm sure there are a few,
but I don't dwell on them.
Hmm.
Did you ever tell Julia Veloso
about your problems at work?
Every once in a while.
Our relationship wasn't very intimate.
It was more functional.
Sexual?
Yes.
Did you ever mention the name Charles Dillon to her?
I vented a few times about Charles' role
in the eavesdropping matter.
How he put the company at risk.
I had also mentioned that he was trying
to pressure me into supporting
an unreasonable severance plan.
What do you mean by pressure you?
Well, he threatened to tell the press
about my relationship with Julia.
He also threatened to lie to Congress
and the U.S. Attorney's Office about me.
How did Julia react to that?
She was upset. Enraged, actually.
She thought that if I was gonna go broke
she was gonna end up on the streets again.
I tried to calm her down,
assure her that that wasn't the case,
but I don't think she really believed me.
Did you ever tell Julia to kill Charles Dillon?
No.
No, of course not.
Nothing further.
If you were indicted in the eavesdropping scandal,
your employment contract
would've been terminated, correct?
Yes.
You'd lose one million shares of stock,
currently valued at $75 million?
Correct.
So it was just a stroke of good luck
that your girlfriend murdered the one man
who could cost you your job and $75 million?
Is that what you're saying?
I'm saying it's a tragedy.
A tragedy engineered by you?
I had nothing to do with it.
(McCoy) So Julia just killed Charles Dillon on her own?
Risked life in prison to protect you.
She was trying to protect herself.
She thought that if I were fired
I wouldn't support her anymore.
You purchased a .38 caliber handgun
in 1999.
The same model used to kill Charles Dillon.
Yes, but there are probably thousands,
maybe millions of .38s out there.
But your .38 is currently missing.
I threw it away a few years ago
after watching a PBS documentary on handguns.
Despite the NRA bumper sticker on my father's pickup truck.
So where did Julia get the exact same type
of gun, Ms. Weaver?
I have no idea.
(McCoy) Her testimony that she used your gun was a lie?
(Weaver) Yes.
I am a businesswoman, Mr. McCoy, not a criminal.
I solve problems through negotiation and compromise.
Even when someone has wronged you?
As a young female CEO,
I have been the victim of false press reports,
negative rumors, failed coup attempts.
And I never take them personally, never.
I don't react emotionally.
Or try to exact revenge.
That only plays into the hands of the men
that are trying to take me down.
You solve disputes peacefully.
Is that what you're saying?
I'm pragmatic, Mr. McCoy, not vindictive.
She doth protest a little too much.
About what?
About not being vindictive.
You're saying you're gonna call rebuttal witnesses
to prove she is?
She told the jury that she didn't believe in revenge.
I intend to prove otherwise.
How? By calling every male disgruntled employee
and asking them to testify
that Samantha Weaver is the devil?
What's wrong with that?
It has nothing to do with the merits of this case.
She made character an issue, Connie, not me.
Character or persona?
What's the difference?
Look, I know she's tough, but maybe it's a choice.
A management style she's adopted
to motivate the men working underneath her.
Of maybe she's just a sociopath
who murdered her General Counsel
because he was gonna ruin her life.
The facts cut both ways, Jack.
Is it so hard to believe
that a hooker from the slums of Rio
killed someone she thought was trying
to ruin her life of luxury?
What's hard to believe is a ruthless CEO
having absolutely nothing to do with a murder
she had everything to gain from.
Okay, then focus on her motivation.
Or is her reputation for being hard-ass relevant
just because she's a woman?
Man or woman, it's relevant
because she misrepresented herself to the jury.
Get the HW executives ready for trial.
I gave an anonymous interview to The Wall Street Journal
three months ago.
Told the reporter I thought senior management
was doing a satisfactory job,
but made some questionable decisions.
Was that article the precipitant
for the illegal eavesdropping?
Samantha was outraged that the anonymous source,
me, used the word "satisfactory"
rather than "spectacular."
What did she do
when she found out you were the source?
She called me into her office.
She fired me.
And then she told she was going to destroy my career.
(McCoy) Are you currently employed?
No.
Every time I get close to a new job,
Samantha puts the kibosh on it.
(Tepper) You started at HW three years
before Samantha Weaver, correct?
Yes.
And you're ten years older than she is?
Yeah, I believe so.
And yet she's been your boss
for the past five years,
and made three times the money you did.
That bother you? Well, sure.
Why? Because she's a woman?
No, because she's manipulative and selfish.
Is that why you leaked confidential information
to The Wall Street Journal?
I gave an anonymous interview.
That's it.
I didn't disclose trade secrets.
It's against company policy
to communicate with the press in any way
without the authorization of the CEO, correct?
Yes. So let me get this straight.
You betrayed your boss and the company you worked for,
and you're complaining that you got fired?
Nothing further.
(Holton) I wasn't disrespectful.
I just said I thought her financial projections
were a little too aggressive.
Then what happened?
She fired me.
For disagreeing with her?
She didn't say that was the reason,
but that was the reason.
What did she say in your exit interview?
That I wasn't spending enough time at the office.
Which was true.
I was working at home two days a week,
but I was still putting in my 70 hours.
Why were you working from home?
My wife had breast cancer.
She was undergoing some pretty intense chemo.
And the defendant was aware of this?
Yes.
And she fired you anyway?
Yes.
I, uh, begged her for another chance,
but it was a waste of time.
She said that my career at HW was over,
and that no one makes her look bad
in front of the board of directors, no one.
Nothing further.
It's not easy for a woman to become CEO
of a Fortune 500 company at the age of 35.
You make lots of enemies. You bruise lots of egos.
That's just the way it is.
What's your point?
Well, despite the testimony of my bitter ex-employees,
I had nothing to do with Charles Dillon's death.
Right, you're lover acted on her own.
I know that's hard for you to believe, Mr. McCoy,
but it's true.
Julia had a tough-- a very tough upbringing.
Clearly there's still a lot of anger there,
especially toward men.
What do you want, Ms. Weaver?
A plea bargain.
You just testified you were innocent.
(Weaver) I am, but I make my decisions
based on numbers, facts, perceived risk,
and I am guessing that juries don't like
overachieving women who fire men
whose wives are dying of cancer.
Murder two, 15 to life.
Man two, 5 to 15.
Forget it.
(Weaver) Why would I kill someone
over a half-assed federal eavesdropping indictment?
Or because someone was threatening to out me?
I'm a very wealthy woman.
Who'd never work for a Fortune 500 company
the rest of her life.
Eh.
You are just like everyone else.
You think that I am guilty
because I am a woman who has power.
No.
Ms. Weaver, I think you're guilty for the same reason
you bugged your corporate headquarters.
You're a person with power
who couldn't bear to lose it.
Have you reached a verdict?
(foreperson) We have, Your Honor.
We find the defendant, Samantha Weaver,
guilty of murder in the Second Degree.
[judge pounds gavel]
[whispering]
Night.
Ask me how I sleep at night.
How do you sleep at night?
Like a baby.