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Rosenberg? You guys
involved in this one?

Yeah, well, the guy's
a postal worker, right?

That makes him
a federal employee.

That makes this potentially
a capital crime.

Well, it's not like
he was delivering the mail

when it happened. When we hear that one
of our federal employees

and his family have been a victim
of arson, rape and murder,

we like to stick our nose in,
see what's what.

Want to give me a tour?

That's the husband and wife.

Not sure if you can
tell, but she's naked.

Both tied to those chairs.

In addition to burning to death,

we believe there are multiple
stab wounds on both victims.

Won't be sure for a while.

Can't really handle the
bodies in this state.

So, what do we know?

Silver Ford Explorer
missing from the driveway.

We've got an APB out
across the entire state.

He stole their car? You think the guy's

stupid enough
to still be driving it?

Takes all kinds of stupid
to make a world.

What else we got?
What's with the bike?

12-year-old daughter.

She wasn't home.

At a friend's for a sleepover.

Only silver lining.

You, silver Explorer, pull over.

Put your hands
where I can see 'em!

Do it now!

Okay, now, I need to see your
license and registration.

Your license in your pocket?

Okay, you can reach for it.

No sudden moves.

Put your hands on
the steering wheel.

Elliot Miles?

You call this in.

The hell is this?

Hey.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

I saw you kissing that teenager.

You know, that's against
the law in this country,

and most other
civilized societies

around the world,
for that matter.

Right, right.

No, she is 34.
I know she looks younger.

Said Jerry Lee Lewis
to the judge.

No, no, no.

We, we met at the airport

over Thanksgiving.

Just got back in touch
a couple weeks ago.

And for you, sir?

I'll have what he's having.

So... what are we doing here?

What was so urgent
that you had to tear me away

from my life of
nomadic introspection

and years of sexual depravity?

Well, it's...

it's good news... I think.

Just not the kind of news
you discuss in the office.

My sister...

she's getting remarried.

Which means you, my friend,
are off the hook.

No more alimony,

no more rent
on that Tribeca co-op.

You are a free man.

Financially speaking.

She's been...

meaning to tell you
for a month or so.

That's why she left you
all those phone messages.

But then she chickened out.

And here I am, the bearer of...

whatever kind of news
you think it is.

That's great.

I'm happy for her. Really.

No, I... knew you would be.

So, where'd your girlfriend go?

At a wine bar,
right down the street.

What are you doing here?

Talking to you.

Now, get out of here.
Go see your girlfriend.

It's getting late... you don't
want her to miss her curfew.

Hello?

Jason?

Of course.

I'll-I'll get there
as quickly as I can.

Ho-ho-ho! God.

Sorry.

Thanks.

There, you want that back?

You don't want that back.

Thank you.

You got somebody picking you up?

I can... give you
a ride home, if you need.

Well...

you know...

if you ever need anything...

you just give me a call.

Elliot Miles?

The interpreter's on his way.

Officer's gonna walk you
back for questioning.

He doesn't speak English?

He doesn't speak anything.

You Jason Bull?

Someone has to be.

Congratulations.
You've made bail.

Thank you for doing that.

No problem.

Criminal mischief in
the fourth degree?

Yeah, it sounds worse
than it is.

I got in a fight with one
of those vending machines

that sells you bottles of water.

I gave it three dollars,
and all it did was laugh at me.

So you kicked it?

Kicked it till you broke it?

Well, the only other bills
I had were twenties,

and I wasn't gonna put
one of those in.

When did human beings

start selling water
to each other, anyway?

It falls from the sky.
No one owns it.

When I was a kid, it was
something you offered people.

I'm worried about you.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

You know what? You're not.

When I met you, you
were ambitious and...

focused and d-disciplined.

My God, I never met anyone
with more discipline.

Last couple of years, though...

Izzy's getting remarried.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

But she wasn't getting
married yesterday,

or last month,

or... Well, apparently she was,

'cause everybody knew
about it except me.

You're changing the subject.

You used to be a
citizen of the world.

You never met a person you
didn't find fascinating.

But lately you live
in your head...

for an audience of one.

I mean, every day, I see
you checking your watch

to see if it's late enough
to have your first drink.

And if it's not that,
it's how long until lunch.

You sleep in your office.

Your clothes don't fit.

I think you are an
amazing person, Jason,

but I am tired of
worrying about you.

Pitying you.

I want to admire you again.

You probably think I'm here
to return your handkerchief.

My name's Dr. Jason Bull,

and I run
a trial science company,

it's a kind of law office...
We help people.

And it occurred to me
after I left here...

you might need help.

I know the idea
of being represented

by someone you met in jail
sounds... unconventional,

but I guarantee you I am...

great at what I do.

Nonetheless...

the government...

wants to execute you...

and I would like to make sure
that doesn't happen.

But there's one thing
I need to know.

Did you do it?

Good answer.

Everybody know who this is?

Isn't that the guy accused
of raping that woman

and burning her and her husband
to death in Brooklyn?

It is. He's also
our newest client.

His name is Elliot Miles.

Yeah, heard on the news
that they're prosecuting

this case as a capital crime.

Feds are looking
for the death penalty.

How did Bull get
roped into this one?

Some hotshot attorney
put the arm on him?

No. Apparently, Bull and Elliot
actually know each other.

And according to
this 20-page e-mail

he sent me late this morning,

Bull believes he's innocent.

Based on everything I'mreading,
he's the only one.

Wait a second.

If he wasn't brought into this
case by the kid's attorney,

then who's the kid's attorney?

I believe that would be
the esteemed Benjamin Colón.

I'm trying a death penalty case?

Certainly appears that way.

Okay, well,

according to the papers,
the kid works in construction.

Lives in Astoria.

Got pulled over
for driving a stolen SUV,

which, turns out,
belongs to the murdered couple.

None of this sounds good.

What does Bull know
that the papers don't?

According to Bull's notes,
Elliot bought the car

two days after the murders.
$600 cash.

He was standing at a bus stop

and a guy pulled over
and offered to sell it to him.

No paperwork,
just money for keys.

And Bull believes that?
According to this e-mail.

He says he sat with Elliot
for two hours.

We get a description
of this generous fellow

who hands out
three-year-old cars for $600?

White male, brown hair,
average height and build.

Wow. That's what,

200 million people?

Also, he was wearing a ring,
a class ring.

It had a green stone.

Well, there you go.

Now we're dealing with
50 million people.

Does he at least have an alibi?

It's pretty weak.

He left the jobsite at 5:30 to
run some errands for his boss.

Says he was done
with those by 6:30.

Ate something and took
a subway ride home to Queens.

His girlfriend says he walked
through the front door

a little after 8:00.

The fire was set around 7:30.

But that was in Brooklyn,
a 20-minute subway ride away.

So theoretically,
he could have done it.

It would have been a sprint,
but he could have done it.

By the way, Bull wants

to get the girlfriend
in here for you to prep.

Okay. Here is the address

of the bus stop where Elliot
bought the dead couple's SUV.

Danny.

Bull would like you
to go down there.

See if anybody saw anything.

And Cable, see if anybody
within a three-block radius

has any cameras.

Anything that can
help us pinpoint

what time Elliot took
possession of that SUV.

Not to mention, maybe
giving us a picture

of the guy who sold it to him.

Done and done.

And one more thing.

They haven't mentioned it
in the news reports,

but Elliot is mute.

Mute? As in can't talk?

But Bull said
he spent two hours with him?

He can hear.
He writes his answers.

Sounds like

he'll make a hell of a witness

if we decide to put him
on the stand.

Sounds like the boss is acting
a tad impetuously on this one.

I'm glad you said it.

I'm sensing some dissension
in the ranks.

Well, get it
out of your systems today

because he's gonna
be in the office

bright and early
tomorrow morning.

Bull?

Yes, Marissa?

Um, you look...

different, um...

Good different.

Well, I bought a new suit.

One that fits.

Slept eight hours. In a row.

In my apartment.

And went a whole day
without a drink.

Okay.

Look, yesterday morning,

I-I may have said some things.

You did.

And I needed to hear them.

I don't want to be someone
you worry about.

I want to be someone you admire.

But I do admire you.

I always have, I always will.

Well, I haven't always
admired me.

Not lately.

But I'm determined
to change that

and I think a big part of that

is sinking our teeth into
something of consequence,

something that matters.

And defending Elliot Miles
is just that.

Is the team excited? Wha... I...

think everyone is
a little overwhelmed.

And plus, I'm not you.
I'm not sure

I was able to convey your...

enthusiasm.

I think they really
need to hear from you.

Let's talk capital murder.

Capital murder cases are unique

in two special ways. For one,

the entire jury has to be
"death-qualified."

Death-qualified?

Well, that sounds morbid.

What does it mean?

It means that during voir dire,

the judge won't even
consider seating a juror

if they haven't already
assured him or her

that they're willing to
convict our client to death.

You said there were
two differences.

Well, there are potentially

two parts of this trial.

The first part is the
typical criminal case,

adjudicating innocence or guilt.

Then, if the client
is found guilty,

there's the penalty phase.

And that's the second part.

And the jury, not the judge,
decides the sentence.

And there are only two choices.

Death or life in prison.

And just in case

you were wondering,
we get the same jury for both.

You really are a glutton
for punishment, aren't you?

I just think I'm pretty good
at reading people.

They say this kid's a rapist.

Followed this woman home.

Did what he wanted to do
with her and then,

when her husband surprised them,

he somehow tied them both up
and set the place on fire

to cover his tracks. Okay.

If you say so.

And then he stole their car.

The guy who just
torched the place

so you wouldn't know it was him.

Okay.

If that's what you're selling.

The same kid

offered me his handkerchief

after I puked all over myself
the other night.

Offered me a piece of gum.

Offered me a smile.

He didn't know

who I was.

He just did it.

So I just don't... see it.

Now I sense that
some of you think

getting involved with
this is a fool's errand.

Well... all right,

so be it, but it's your fault
for choosing to work for a fool.

There is nothing that proves
Elliot is guilty.

Ladies and gentlemen,
in the trial of Elliot Miles,

the federal government
is seeking the death penalty.

Before I can seat you, I need
to know that you are capable

and willing to vote
for such a punishment.

Who here has a religious
or moral objection

to the death penalty?

Keep your hands up.

These jurors are dismissed.

No matter who we're left with,
we need to find jurors

who are prone
to reduced emotional reactivity.

People who are more likely to
weigh the facts, not be clouded

by the horror of the crime.

Even if the evidence says
it's possible Elliot did this,

they will see it's
not impossible that he didn't.

Creating reasonable doubt.

Okay. Well, how do we find
these people?

It's actually fairly simple.

We ask about important moments
in their lives,

emotionally charged moments.

People with reduced
emotional reactivity

will talk about births,
deaths, weddings, divorces

in a clinical
and detached fashion.

So they're...
actually pretty easy to spot.

Do you mind if I ask,
has anyone here

recently lost a family member?

Do you feel comfortable
talking about your loss?

Sure.Okay.

Who was it
that passed? My father.

About six months ago.

Worst experience of my life.

Watching him waste away.

Your Honor,

we'd like to,
dismiss this juror.

We want people who keep
their emotions in check.

We're looking
for limited gesturing,

restrained facial expressions,

and definitely...

no criers.

Describe the best day
of your life.

My God.

My wedding day.

My husband was a dancing machine

and a drinking machine.

And then he fell into the pool

doing the Electric Slide,

and then he was good
for nothing.

But still,
it was an amazing day.

Divorce.
The greatest day of my life.

You know that joke?

Why is divorce so expensive?

'Cause it's worth it.

I thought of a better day.

The day my ex got remarried.

Bingo.

Like winning the Lotto.

Your Honor, we'd like
to dismiss this juror also.

Man's on a cuttin' frenzy.
Kind of looks that way.

Bull, I know you know this,

but we're running low
on strikes.

Now, is anyone else here
recently divorced?

Would you mind

if I asked what happened?

It was...

He was cheating.

Sounds good. Calm, contained.

You can't see it,
but... look at her jaw.

She's flexing her jaw.

Bull, no. She's good for us.

She's one of our
only women left,

and women are far less likely
to impose the death penalty.

But we won't have to worry
about the death penalty

if we find jurors who won't
convict him in the first place.

Please, Bull.

If I've told you once,
I've told you a hundred times,

voir dire is not about
jury selection, it's about

jury de-selection.

And then this woman
is forcing herself

to be dispassionate, using
every bit of restraint she has.

But it is not her natural state.

Inside she's a cauldron of rage,

and I can't give her
the opportunity

to vent that rage on Elliot.

I'd rather take my chances
on the possibility

that the remaining jurors might
be able to see his innocence

than the virtual certainty
that this woman

will send our client...
away for life,

regardless of gender.

Please, Bull.

Your Honor, we would like
to strike this juror.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the prosecution

and the defense
are out of peremptories.

The next eight
jurors on the roster

will fill the remaining seats.

Prospective jurors
11 through 19,

welcome to the jury.

What the hell
is he doing? I have no idea.

See you all tomorrow
for opening statements.

Figured you might be here.

Well...

had an early morning meeting
with the prosecutor.

Meant to tell you about it,

but you left
in such a huff last night.

I have a... cell phone.

I have e-mail.

Me, too. I guess I was waiting

for you to shoot me a text
and apologize.

Nothing yet.

You know, Bull,
we used to be a...

we used to be a team.

What are you
talking about, Benny?

Used to be that you'd ask me
before you took a case.

Used to be that you'd... ask me

before you blew through
all our jury strikes.

Used to be that you...
cared what I thought.

Okay. What do you think?

I think that you're in the
middle of some kind of crisis.

I don't think that
you're thinking clearly.

Getting arrested,
drinking too much,

taking a death penalty case

'cause a guy gave you
a handkerchief.

I haven't had a drink
in 33 hours.

Meeting with the prosecutor
without me.

He wanted to make a deal.

You're kidding me.

Elliot pleads guilty.

They take the death
penalty off the table.

He agrees to life in prison
and no chance of parole.

And what did you say?

What do you think I said?

Well, I hope you said that you'd
discuss it with our client,

discuss it with your team.

I know how our client feels.

Know how your client feels.

Yeah, yeah, that's right.
That's right.

Y-You don't care what your,
what your team thinks.

You don't care. I forgot.

You know everything.

I know he's innocent.

No, you don't.

You-you-you think he's innocent.

That's not the same thing
and more importantly,

you don't know how
to prove he's innocent.

I guess it doesn't
matter, right?

Because you're on some-some
private, crusade or quest

to prove something
to yourself or my sister

or your father
or I don't know who.

But it's-it's all well and good.

Hey, you know what?

It's-it's your company. Right?

But what you keep
not thinking about

is that you're dragging
the rest of us into it.

And we don't want
to watch a man put to death

and have to live with that
for the rest of our lives,

live with the possibility
that it may be our fault,

that we may have let him down,

that we may have not been
up to the task

and damn it, Bull,
you didn't even ask!

Where are you going?

Coffee! I'm getting coffee.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

I'm Dr. Thiessen.

You can call me Amos.

Morning got a little hectic.

You have kids? No.

I, um, no.

So, why don't we start
with you telling me

a little bit about why you
wanted to try therapy.

Take your time.

Okay.

Of course I'm coming down
for your graduation.

I wouldn't miss it
for the world.

Anna, honey, yeah, I got to go.

I got to... okay. Okay.

Lily Galloway. Hi.

Chunk Palmer.

I've been expecting you.

When they called you,
they explained to you

why I wanted to see you, right?

Um, kind of.

And you are Elliot's
girlfriend, right?

We live together, yeah.

And you're comfortable with the
idea of testifying for him, yes?

I think so.

I mean...

his face is all over
the Internet and the papers.

It's kind of crazy.

The neighbors are
looking at me funny.

It makes me nervous.

Well, you don't have
to be nervous.

Um, he is counting on you,

but you are what we call
Elliot's alibi witness.

And you're a huge
part of this case.

We need you to help us prove
that he couldn't have done this.

How do you mean?

Well, the only way we have

to refute the idea that he
did this is your testimony

that he came home
a little after 8:00.

You remember saying
that to the police?

And you're willing to
say that on the stand?

I guess so.

You seem a little uncertain.

Um, no, I'm not... uncertain.

It's just scary.

But you don't have to be scared.

I mean, he's your guy, right?

You said you two live together.

Yeah, and we sleep
together, too,

but it's not like that.

How do you mean?

He's in construction.

He makes good money.

I'm a waitress.

Do the math.

I mean, let's be honest.

I don't think a lot of girls
are offering to sleep with him.

A girl wants a guy
who will listen to her,

but... once in a while

you want him
to say something back.

So, um... are we done?
I have to get back to work.

Sure.

You want taxi money
or subway money?

I'm fine. Um...

When is it you need me
to do this thing?

Y-You know what, we
may not even call you.

The trial could go a
hundred different ways,

but I promise to keep in touch.

How long have you lived

down the block
from the Johnsons?

Gosh. Since their little girl

started elementary school
with mine.

I guess it's been six years now.

Can you tell us
what you saw that night?

I was taking our dog out
for a walk, same as every night.

Around 7:00. It was dark.

And I heard this strange ring.

I wasn't sure what it was.

Then I realized
it was a smoke alarm

and I looked across the street
at the Johnsons

and there was this man
coming out the front door.

And did you get
a good look at him?

If you saw him again, do you
think you could identify him?

Of course.

He's right there. The defendant.

He was running out of the front
of the house.

Confidence metrics for this
woman are really high.

The jury loves her.

I don't love her. Next thing I knew,

he was getting in the car
and driving off.

This man?

Yes, this man.

Thank you.

No further questions.

Benny.

Mrs. O'Neil, thank you so much

for being with us here today.

Now, today is not the first time

that you have
identified my client

as the man you saw making his
way out of the burning house.

Isn't that correct?

No. No, of course not.

After the fire occurred,
the police asked me

to come down to the precinct,
had me look at some photos.

They wanted to see
if I recognized anyone.

And did you?

Of course.

I saw his photo. There he was.

So, how long
after the fire occurred

was this visit to the precinct?

I think it was a week or so.

A week or so?

And Mr. Miles
was arrested, what,

three days after the crime?

I-I really don't know.

But I'm sure like most of us,

you tried to find out everything
you could about it.

I mean, you lived
across the street.

Two people had died.

My little girl played with Emma
every day after school.

I was devastated. We all were.

Well, then I'm sure you're aware
that after he was arrested,

Mr. Miles's face was
all over the news,

the TV, the Internet,
the newspapers,

and this was three days
before you identified him.

I guess that's right.

Your Honor, while we
absolutely believe

that the witness's testimony
was well-meaning,

we'd like to make a motion
to suppress it.

On what grounds?

Isn't it obvious?

The witness's identification
is suggestive;

Therefore, tainted
and ultimately of no value.

The witness chose
my client's photo

because she had seen it
countless times,

had been told countless times
on the TV, computer,

in the newspapers
that this was the guy.

Through no fault of her own

or the government's.

It's not about fault.

It's about asking the jury to
consider what actually matters.

We're talking
about a man's life here.

Both sides make
compelling arguments

in regard
to the witness's testimony;

Therefore, I'm going
to leave it to the jury

to determine how to evaluate the
strength of the identification.

Your motion is denied.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Nice work.

Hey. I was thinking
about what you said.

I want to have a quick
conference with Elliot.

You have a minute?

I've been remiss

and thankfully, Mr. Colón

has called it to my attention.

The AUSA came to me
earlier this morning

and offered to take the
death penalty off the table.

"Why would he do that?"

Well, he's offering
to do it in exchange

for you admitting guilt

and saving the government
the trouble

of putting on this trial.

"But I didn't do it."

We know.

But we needed to tell you
about the offer.

We also need to tell you...

And Dr. Bull,
feel free to jump in

if I say something
you don't agree with...

We could use your help.

The fella who sold you the car,

is there anything else
you can tell us about him?

Your description
was pretty... general.

A limp?

Suddenly the guy who sold him
the car has a limp?

Come on. I'm sorry, Bull.

It all sounds like a bad novel.

It does, doesn't it?

You okay?

Actually, I'm a mess
'cause I know he's innocent.

I know it with every fiber
of my being.

I'm sorry I came down on you
so hard this morning.

I'm worried about you.

We all are.

You've always been this rock,

the guy who knows the answer
before anyone asks the question.

It seems like
you're coming apart.

Is it Izzy?

Izzy getting married?

No, I'm fine.

Trust me, I am fine.

Who is it?

Ghost of Christmas Past.

My goodness.

I'm tempted to say "look
what the cat dragged in,"

but given your current
weight, I don't think

there's a cat in this
town that can do the job.

It's nice to see you, too.

God, I'm awful.

Do you want to come in?

You... you want a drink?

Yes. God, yes.

But don't give me one.

It's nice.

You want to buy it?
I'm getting married.

I heard.

I wanted to tell you.

Um, I called...

but you were never
there, so I...

I figured it was a sign.

No.

It's all good.

I'm happy for you.

You don't look happy.

Happy for you; Sad for me.

You're a great lady, lady.

Is that what you came
over here to tell me?

I don't know what
I came over here to tell you.

Benny and I are
representing this guy...

who's staring
at the death penalty.

Yeah, the fire guy...
My brother told me.

Has a way of making you
think about things.

Think about life.

About your own life.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry it didn't...

work for us.

I would have really liked...

for it to have worked.

But I'm glad you found someone.

I wish the same for you.

Can I tell you something?

Something I don't think
you know about yourself?

I don't think you're
good alone, Jason.

I don't.

You may be onto something there.

Anyway...

Have a wonderful wedding

and an amazing marriage and...

great life.

You, too.

Mr. Wilson,
did your construction crew

work on a jobsite
at 68-8 Peak Street,

an apartment house? Yes, sir.

And was Elliot Miles
a part of that crew?

He was. Elliot's been
on every crew I've had

for nearly three years.

He's a good worker
and a very good roofer.

And from the roof

of that building,
could one possibly see

the Johnson residence?

I object, Your Honor.

Calls for speculation.

There's nothing speculative
about it, Your Honor.

If you'd allow me to continue,

that will become
absolutely clear.

Objection overruled.

Your Honor, I'd like
to show the jury

prosecution 27.

These are photos taken from
the roof of 68-8 Peak Street.

Clearly visible and circled
is the victims' house.

Mr. Wilson,
doesn't it stand to reason

that your employee might well
have been watching Mrs. Johnson?

Learned her comings and goings,

seeing when she
might be vulnerable?

Objection!
Your Honor, again, speculation.

The witness can't testify

to what my client did
or didn't see.

Sustained.
The jury will disregard.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Gentlemen.

Something to chew on
with your lunch.

New witness list.

Lily Galloway?

Isn't that Elliot's girlfriend?

Isn't... she testifying for us?

I sure thought so.

The meeting did not go well... she
was kind of all over the place.

But... I get
the definite impression

that any romantic feelings
reside strictly with Elliot.

She seems to be in it
mostly for economic reasons.

So, how would you
describe your relationship

with the accused?

I guess you could say
I'm his girlfriend.

And where were you
on the night of the murders?

I was at our apartment
in Astoria.

I got there
after my shift ended at 4:00.

I wait tables in Kew Gardens.

We usually...
make dinner together.

And what time did Elliot
get home that night?

He was late.

He said he was running
some errands for his boss.

Now, you originally told
the police it was about 8:15,

is that correct?

Yes. That's right.

But now I think...

I might have been mistaken.

I think it might have been 9:15.

What?

Now, when you say you "think..."

No. I meant...

I know... it was 9:15.

It was definitely 9:15.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Miss Galloway...

I appreciate your testimony,

but I am confused.

I read the police transcripts
of your interview with them.

You're very clear, very certain.

You said Elliot walked
through the door at 8:15.

I know that's what I said.

Now, the interview was
less than three days

after the fire.

Your recollection was
still fresh in your head.

You said you were certain
what time it was.

Now here we are,
weeks and weeks later,

and-and you're insisting
that you were off

by a whole hour?

How do you explain that?

Miss Galloway?

The witness will answer
the question, please.

I actually have no idea
what time Elliot got home.

Well, that sure
woke the jury up.

I'm sorry, did... did you
just say you have no idea?

I worked that day
from 8:00 until 4:00.

By the time Elliot got home,

I was thoroughly trashed.

Okay.

Now...

when you say
you were "trashed..."

I had smoked some bath salts.

We just got our first green.

You just testified

that the defendant
got home at 9:15.

People were really
angry with me.

They knew I lived with Elliot.

At work, they
wouldn't speak to me.

In the neighborhood,
they wrote bad words

on my car with white paint.

He said he'd get me protection.

Who said they'd get
you protection?

Let the record show
that the witness is pointing

to the prosecuting attorney,
the AUSA.

Now... are you saying
that the federal prosecutor

offered you protection

in return for saying
that my client got home

at 9:15 instead of 8:15?

Objection! The defense
is trying create an inference

that something untoward...

Something untoward?

The witness just testified
that you bribed her.

Your Honor, I object.
You offered the witness

a promise, inducement...
There was no formal promise.

Or reward.Mr. Rosenberg!

And if that's the case,
the prosecutor knows

as well as I do
that it's his duty

to disclose that to the defense!

I move for a mistrial,
Your Honor! Order.

The defense moves... I really don't think
she's marriage material,

but that girl may have
just saved your life.

I will have order.

There will be no mistrial.

I think it's fairly obvious

that the witness has,
for all intents and purposes,

recanted any statements
having to do

with the precise times
or whereabouts of the accused.

And I have every confidence that
the jury can determine what,

if any value
her testimony has provided.

The witness is dismissed,

and court is adjourned
until tomorrow.

I may have been a touch
premature about your girlfriend,

but... we live to
fight another day.

What was it you guys
just signed to each other?

"You are not alone."

Wow. I'm impressed.

What possessed you
to learn that?

To say that to him?

You've got it backwards.

He keeps saying it to me.

Hey.

I tried my best, boss.

No, you were
a pit bull out there.

Any other judge, and we'd be
toasting each other right now.

God, what a good idea.

Sorry to let everybody down...

but I think I need a drink.

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