Presumed Innocent Page #2

You would've been tough. Very tough.

You are really something.

Where's Tommy Molto?

Molto?

I thought he'd come to the funeral

of his favorite colleague.

You must really have him scrambling.

Judge.

Who's that with Raymond?

I'm told that's her ex-husband.

I didn't know she had one.

Teaches college someplace.

Carolyn Polhemus worked for me.

I hired her...

...over the objections of...

...many of our prosecutors

who felt shejust didn't have the stuff.

I see those prosecutors here today...

...along with thejudges she defied...

...and the defense attorneys she defeated.

Why are they all here?

They're here because Carolyn Polhemus

stood for something.

She stood forjustice.

The Prosecutor's Office,

under my leadership...

...has a conviction rate of over 91 percent.

Mr. Della Guardia, or...

...as he is known to those of us

who have had to work with him, "Delay"--

There's food here for 1 00 people.

A lot of no-shows.

They smell a loser.

-Good speech.

-What the hell is happening with Carolyn?

Everything's in the works.

I reassigned her cases, and this afternoon

I gotta deal with Molto's stuff.

What's with this reassignment sh*t?

Goddamn it, Rusty!

I told you to give this investigation

top priority.

Nico is eating me alive with this thing.

The election is in ten days.

If you don't find Carolyn's killer,

we are both history.

Turn all of that administrative bullshit

to Mac.

Mac has more than she can handle.

And let me remind you,

we lost two key PA's in one day.

You only have time for the election.

I've got to run the office.

F*** the office!

Don't you see what's happening?

If you don't find me a killer,

there is no f***ing office!

I want you right on top

of Carolyn's case, understand?

Run out every ground ball and do it

in an orderly goddamned fashion!

Start acting like a f***ing professional!

The campaign is a total disaster.

Haven't taken a poll in two weeks.

We don't know where the hell we are.

You're ten minutes late

for the bar meeting on criminal procedure.

Call them and tell them I'm on my way.

Did you assign a bribery case to Carolyn?

There's a file missing.

Loretta, find my driver.

Tell him to be ready to leave.

She had a case on her computer

we can't account for.

It was logged in as a B file.

Nobody knows where it came from.

Nobody knows where it went.

Where the hell is my speech?

It was right here on my desk.

Cody has it.

You're giving me a runaround.

Cody, pull the car around.

I'll meet you down in front.

Give me a straight answer, will you, Boss?

There's the B file, Tiger.

Read it, and we'll talk.

"Dear Mr. Horgan.

"This is about a deputy prosecuting

attorney who is taking bribes.

"Five years ago,

a person I'll call 'Noel' got arrested.

"l gave him $1 ,500 to pay somebody off.

"We went out to North Branch.

A secretary who seemed to know Noel...

"...took him into the PA's office, where

a man he could not see talked behind him.

"Ten days later, Noel went to court

and a lawyer from the PA's office...

"...told the judge that

the case was dismissed.

"l can't remember the lawyer's name.

I hope you get him.

"l hope you get Noel, too.

He has let me down."

-Unsigned.

-Unsigned.

Five years ago.

That guy must write real slow.

"Noel equals Leon."

This is Carolyn's handwriting.

Looks like she went to North Branch

to see Kenneally.

You'll love what I got from Painless.

There's this guy's semen

inside her vagina...

...but there's nothing outside.

Painless figures she didn't spend

much time on her feet after sex.

He says, normally,

he'd see the guy's little thingies...

...swimming upstream in the womb,

when he looked under the microscope.

Instead, this guy's was all dead.

Nothing went nowhere.

So Painless figures he's sterile.

He's got blood type A.

My very own.

I thought of that. But you got a kid.

Anything from hair or fiber?

No hair or skin fragments under her nails.

Carolyn would've fought back.

Maybe she was playing sex games

with the wrong guy.

The rope is K-Mart, Sears, Walgreen's.

You name it.

They found carpet fibers

from some other location. Zorak V.

It's only the biggest seller.

You call the Fingerprint Lab

on the bar glass?

Oh, I forgot.

You are a class-A f***-up, you know?

They ain't going to expedite it for me.

I got the phone company printout

on her apartment.

I notice that one of the numbers

that comes up is yours a number of times.

At the office.

We were working cases together.

No, she's calling your home.

She never called me at home.

I made these calls...

...to Barbara from Carolyn's apartment.

"Late again, kid."

"This trial's a b*tch.

I'll catch dinner in town."

I'd just as soon you'd let it go.

If Barbara sees a phone company

subpoena, now, she'll bust a gut.

Under the circumstances,

if you don't mind...

...l'd appreciate it.

I gave Barbara...

...enough pain.

Polhemus was bad news.

Know what they're calling you

and your partner downtown?

Spare me.

"Mission lmpossible."

Guerasch, bring that sh*t in my office.

So you're figuring what? The guy

she was having cocktails with did her?

I figure it was somebody who knew

what he wanted it to look like.

Cop. PA. A private dick.

Remember that lady PA

who was here four months ago?

Yeah, nice set of lungs.

This kid's gonna make a copper.

Never forgets a bra size.

He wants to know

what she was looking for.

She was looking for someone

by the name of Noel.

It took me a week to find this crap.

Five years back,

they booked 1 50 a day then.

Public indecency.

They were cleaning out the faggots.

Back when Raymond got some balls

for a day and a half.

-She find anything?

-I don't know.

When I gave these files to her,

they were in nice order.

The b*tch just trashed them.

She never gave a sh*t

about anybody else's work.

One's completely missing. Look.

See right here? It skips a number.

Tommy Molto been looking at these?

What does Molto have to do with this?

Would there still be a court file

on this case?

That far back, it'd have to be in storage

on microfilm by now.

You don't want to say

what this is about, maybe?

Gee, Lionel, I can't.

She used to ask about you, you know.

Five, six years ago when she worked

out here as a probation officer.

-Five years ago I didn't know her.

-Sure you did.

The night you brought the Night Saints in.

You were hot stuff. A regular f***ing hero.

Breaking the meanest guy

this side of Watts.

There was a lot of talk

you'd end up in Horgan's job.

She wanted to know what you were like.

I told her you didn't f*** around.

Dad, look who's here.

-How are you?

-Good. Mom's in a good mood.

How'd you know I'd be on this ferry?

Took a chance.

How was your day?

Well, I figured out today,

it's ten years this week...

...that I'm working on my dissertation.

I thought we'd celebrate.

Going to take us to dinner?

Why don't you just give up

on that dissertation?

It makes you miserable.

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