– Thank you for meeting me. – What’s on your mind? – I think we may have a problem with this Nikki Staines
situation. – Why? I already told
Lieutenant Benson the encounter
was consensual. – You don’t know Benson. She believes Nikki
was assaulted. – Then disabuse her
of that belief. – Well, maybe I could
if she wasn’t convinced that you did this
to get Nikki’s phone. – What?
– She’s like a dog with a bone. She thinks you were looking
for info on the NYPD lawsuit and maybe the… the underage sex party case. – I don’t even know
what you’re talking about. – She found out about your
connection to Judge Leonard. She’s not gonna let this go. – What do you want me to do? – If you have the phone,
maybe you toss it. Somewhere the cops can find it. A garbage can
in the neighborhood. Maybe that’ll get her
off the scent. – Can’t control
your own people? – Not her. – I think you need to relax,
Bill. Nikki herself is saying
the sex was consensual. She’s not gonna testify. And the damn phone, irony is,
nothing about me on it. – So you have it?
– What do you mean? – The phone is in
your possession? – I found it on the floor
of my limo. She must have dropped it.
She was completely blacked out. She doesn’t remember anything. – What if she does? What if Benson convinces her
to testify? – It’ll be taken care of. – How? – No Nikki, no case. – What are you saying? – What’s going on here? Are you wearing a wire? I’m your attorney, Bill. Not to mention,
you don’t want me to release that memo of yours. [door slamming] What’s this? – You’re under arrest. – Anything
I said is inadmissible. Attorney/client privilege. – Huh, well, Chief Dodds
waived that privilege when he put on that wire. Plus, and you should know this, that does not apply when there’s
a crime fraud exception or discussion
of further crime. – What crime?
I was making a bad joke. – [chuckles]
– Nikki Staines got into my car of her own accord. She dropped her phone.
The sex was consensual. – Consensual?
She was unconscious. Why?
You already had the phone. – Let me tell you something. You’re either a wolf
in this life or a lamb. My father was a lamb. He had a shop. And every week,
the wolves in my neighborhood would come
and pick the shelves clean, and when there was nothing left
to steal, they took my sister in a back
room and my father did nothing. You know what I learned? I’d rather run with the wolves. – If I were you, I’d shut up. – I’ll be out of these cuffs
in an hour. – I wouldn’t be so sure. Once word gets out
that you’ve been arrested, your friends are
going to turn on you. And nobody helps the wolf when he’s bleeding. – You were right. I’m sorry. – It’s over. – Yeah. – What was that memo
that he was talking about? – It never went past my desk
and it never will. – That’s not an answer. – I’ll give you a copy.