Night Falls on Manhattan Page #2

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got away in an NYPD car.

We had a f***-up

of historical proportions...

and three Precinct Captains are joining

the homeless, I kid you not. Okay...

So what is the District Attorney,

that's me...

for you new kids on the block,

doing about it?

On direct instructions from the Major,

every detective...

in our investigating division is to

drop what he is working on and...

to report to the Six-four, the Six-five

and the Seven-four to work with them.

You're supposed to be the best

the best detectives in the city and...

we're goddamn well going to see

if that is true.

For the rest of you, in the Trial

Division or on the Executive Staff,

if a cop or a detective needs a search

warrant at 3 A.M.. you're to type it up...

go to the judge's house, pull him off

his wife or whoever else he's on top of...

and get it signed.

If anybody calls for a definition of

"probable cause", "reasonable suspicion"

"stop and search",

you look it up and fax it to him in

three minutes, or your ass is mine.

And you bend the f***ing rules

I don't want any goddamn civil-liberties

subtleties here.

We get this cop-killing son-of-a-b*tch,

and I'll deal with the ACLU later.

Do you hear me?

Who the f*** are you? Why are you late?

- Sean Casey, sir.

I was at the hospital with my father.

- Oh, my God. Come here, kid.

First, how is he?

He's critical, but he's stable.

They think the operation went well.

How bad was he hit?

He got three bullet wounds and there

were a lot of slivers from...

you know, damage from the door

there's some in his eyes.

You gave blood?

- Yes. Twice.

You hear that, you dead-asses?

This kid just gave his blood. Twice.

So, get to work. Get to work.

Now, come on.

Sean. Elihu.

In my office.

Sean, I'm Elihu Harrison.

Sorry to meet under these circumstances.

Come on, I'll show you

the way to Morgy's office.

It's down the hall.

Over here.

Right. I know.

Here, sit, sit, sit.

Have you eaten anything? It's all right.

- No.

Eileen, call downstairs.

Two eggs over light, bacon very crisp...

toasted bagel, butter and jam, and

a large pot of coffee. Get it here fast.

Does the... Oh, Eli, you want anything?

- No, thanks.

Does the hospital know how to reach you?

I think I left an office number.

Sean, nobody's going to answer

your phone, if you're not there.

Eileen, if there are any calls from

the hospital for S. Casey...

transfer them here.

So kid, tell me:
is he conscious?

- Not yet.

But the operation,

it went well?

Well, I think that's what they said.

They use so many technical terms, I...

Eileen, call Dr. Pritzker. Tell him

I want a no-bullshit report on Sean's...

Excuse me, your father's first name?

- Liam.

Liam? Liam Casey.

And to keep me informed.

Pritzker's the head of surgery

Thank you, Mr. Morgenstern.

Morgy. Morgy to you, but not in front of

those a**holes you came in with.

How old are you, kid?

- Thirty-three.

You're older than the rest of

your class. How come?

Right after college...

- What college?

St John's.

Right after St John's,

I joined the force...

but I was trying to get

my law degree at night.

I was working three shifts

it took a long time.

Do you hear that?

Not like you, Eli. No ivy walls, no cute

little co-eds with high tits, tight asses.

Eli here, his folks have a private seat

reserved for family members...

at Harvard Law School.

Morgy's still angry I didn't have to

go to City College.

You're goddamn right: in this office,

it pays to know the street.

You know the street, kid.

- I know the street.

- I'll bet you do.

Okay.

Sean, you know why you're here?

Not really, Mr. Morgenstern.

- Morgy.

Morgy, you're being very kind.

It's not in my character

I always want something in return.

Right, Eli? You don't mind if I call

you Eli, right?

Elihu, I don't know,

it's almost hard for me to say.

But Eli, it's more Hamish.

Hamish, it's a word of my people. Means...

- Cozy.

To feel at home with,

it's why your people use chintz. Sean...

When we capture Jordan, and we will,

he's going to be tried.

It's the easiest case

this office will ever have.

He left one empty gun behind

his prints are on it.

I'll bet you whatever you want...

ballistics will find bullets in one of

those four cops that came from that gun.

He's the worst dope dealer in Harlem.

A murderer of his own people. A monster.

As I say, easiest case this office will

ever have. I hope they get him alive.

'Cause I want him put on trial

by this office.

And you know who the prosecutor's

going to be?

You Sean you're going to try him.

That's right:
you, Sean.

You're looking at me like I'm crazy.

Morgy, with apologies to you, Sean...

Morgy, this is a giant case.

Sean has never tried anything like this,

in size or importance.

Mr. Morgenstern, Morgy,

Mr. Harrinson's right.

I mean, I'm new at this.

A mistake could ruin the case.

There's no problem here

my son could win this case.

And he's not out of high school.

And is stupid.

This case isn't complicated.

Morgy, are you serious?

You can always tell when I make a joke.

I'm the guy who laughs loudest.

Sir... Morgy...

- Look, kid:

Whose father is laying up there with

tubes coming out of every hole he's got?

Whose blood is flowing in his veins,

now, this minute?

And who put him there?

Case closed.

Food is here. Shall I bring it in?

- No, put it in DiAngelo's office.

Kid, go eat. There's a couch in there.

DiAngelo's in Florida on vacation.

Eat, grab some kip. I'll wake you

if there's any word from the hospital.

You got a career-making case coming up.

- Thank you.

Why are you doing this?

He's at the top of his class.

I don't know. I got a feeling about him.

You mean that?

You bet your guy as I do.

- You realize I'll have to resign?

So? Resign.

Morgy, I'm Senior Trial Counsel.

Turning this over to anybody but me

is an insult...

that's incredibly damaging to me,

to my career.

Turning it over to an ADA with eight

months experience's more than insulting.

It's shocking, humiliating, unacceptable.

- Listen to me you prick.

You think I don't know what's going on?

The walls have ears, my friend.

Those little planted stories in

the papers? Morgenstern is old...

Morgenstern's has got heart problems.

Morgenstern's lost his touch.

That's your work, Eli.

You and that goddamn PR firm you hired.

And you thought I didn't know? I got

lots of friends, Eli. People owe me.

You're going against me in the primary.

If I whip your ass, and I'll...

you'll return to the party

of your people...

and make the run against me that way.

And you think I'm to hand you a career

making case so you can destroy me?

What do you think, I'm an idiot,

you momser?

That's a word of my people.

You want to know what it means?

Come here...

Bastard.

So, if he lives...

you've got your hero cop as a witness,

being questioned by

his heroic self-made son.

You've got Rivera, Oprah,

maybe even Charlie Rose explaining

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