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NARRATOR: 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.

Oh, come on. It's not
like it's illegal or nothing.

Whatever law school you
went to, I'd get my money back.

Come on, it's just
a pack of smokes.

You know, Rodrigo, I don't really give a
damn who or what you put in your body.

Hey, what's the big deal?

The big deal is, your madre
is gonna kick my Irish ass

around the block a couple of
times if she finds out it was me.

Who's gonna tell her? Nobody.

Well, look, I'll take
the Ultra Lights.

McMANN: Come back in four years.

Yo, come on. Let's just go
across the street to the Greek's.

Yeah, he'd look good with your
mama's foot up his butt. Hey!

Go!

Sally! Get the register!

Hey! Hey...

There!

I catch you, I'll
break your leg!

You all right? Slide
over, slide over.

Okay, man.

I know you're here.

Move over, man.

(GRUNTS)

(EXCLAIMS IN SPANISH)

Well, I'll put it this way. I doubt
Slim here showed up yesterday.

Always count on you, Nelson.

That's what I'm here for.

Looks like somebody
tried to bury this guy,

but you can't put anything
past our furry friends.

BRISCOE: It looks like the chosen
mode of transportation was a duffel bag.

Hey, what are you,
Steven Spielberg?

Christmas cards.

Just get it over to the
M.E.'s office, will you?

It's like this place is some
kind of al fresco crack house.

Mr. McMann, have
you ever reported it?

These people,
they're cockroaches.

No matter how much you spray,
they scurry back when the lights go out.

And what brought you to this
garden spot on such a lovely morning?

He chased Butch and
Sundance over there.

Asked for cigarettes,
ran off with cake.

Throw in whiskey, you've
got a three-course meal.

This reminds me
of science class.

This reminds me of home.

Home?

I grew up in the
Meatpacking District.

Well, this one is
definitely not bovine.

Female, I'd say,
early to mid-twenties.

ED: How long she been like this?

Best guess, a year, 15 months.

Any signs of homicide?

I doubt it was an
eating disorder.

She took a mighty
wallop to the head.

Whoa! Did she have
any help decomposing?

Mother Nature, hungry rodents.

Lye?

Too soon to tell. Among
her many problems...

Well, was it amputated?

Not by anyone with a license.
The ulna was shattered.

Well, there's another one
for the homicide theory.

Have you ever seen the
rats on the West Side?

They could rip the
fender off a hummer.

I've sent bone marrow samples
to the lab for DNA testing.

Did you happen to find
any jewelry at the scene?

No, but there's some lovely furniture
if you're looking for a bedroom set.

There's discoloration
here on the bone,

which means a ring was probably
there after she lost all the weight.

Missing Persons
give you anything?

There wasn't much on
20-year-old skeletons with one arm.

There were over 3,000
reported in that age group.

And that's assuming she
went missing last year.

Hey, it's Hell's Kitchen.

The Westies used to cut off a
hand to use for fingerprint plants.

Not with women. Chivalry is still alive
and doing well somewhere in the world.

What about the ring?

CSU came up empty.

Well, we know it
was on her finger.

Mmm-hmm.

Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

Hey! Trinidad!

Hey, yo, hold up. Don't you
two know that it's impolite

to turn your back when
somebody's trying to talk to you?

Uh, they missed that
day in charm school, Ed.

So you figured out
who killed that lady?

Lady? We should get this
guy a job in the M.E.'s office.

How'd you know it
was a lady, Trinidad?

One out of two.

ED: And you're just
a lucky guesser?

That's good, man, because
if you two happened to have

pulled a ring off that lady's finger, that
would be theft, tampering with evidence,

and trafficking in stolen goods.

What ring?

The one McMann from the grocery
store saw you put in your pocket.

Son-of-a-bitch. How'd he see us?

Yo, shut up.

You didn't talk to
McMann, did you?

ED: Give it here. We'll
be gone. No harm done.

You guys are cops.
You ain't supposed to lie.

How many times I have
to tell you that, Detective?

Y'all be good.

Yes, it's a Harry Winston.
The Princess Grace, actually.

Semi-popular last year.
We no longer sell it.

The ring has a name?

One has to distinguish it
somehow, doesn't one?

Did you sell a lot of these?

Enough. It went for only 40.

With a price tag like that, I bet
you keep a record of the buyers?

Computers, don't you love 'em?

Okay, how about printing out a list of
everybody that bought one of these?

Anything to help
the men in blue.

There is no jeweler-client
confidentiality is there?

Today, please.

Why do people waste
that much money?

This coming from Mr. Rolex.

Hey, there's a big jump
between my Rolex and that ring.

You just don't get it, do you?

What? Spending that much
on diamonds? No, I don't.

You are so single.

You know, jewelry isn't just something
for a woman to look at. It's a safety net.

Oh, here we go. Safety net?

Yeah, something
they can fall back on

when the man in their life
decides he wants another life.

Or drowns his in a
bottle of bourbon?

Yeah, something like that.

Lennie, I know a
whole lot of women

that would kick you in your
jewels for a theory like that.

After they got the rock.

All I'm saying is, these moneyed
elitists are starting to bore me.

Hey, I voted for alphabetical.

You're the one who said you
wanted to go geographical.

I apologize for
eating and talking,

but I've got a
closing in 20 minutes.

It's not a problem.

You know, I voted for your Dad.

He appreciated it.

What can I do for you?

Actually, we found this ring.

My wife has one just like it.

BRISCOE: Has or had?

Did something happen to her?

No, I'm sure she's fine. It's just
that we'd like to actually see her ring.

Someone's selling
knock-offs, right?

God bless American creativity.

Janie, where's
Ashley this afternoon?

JANIE ON INTERCOM: Hold on a
second. Let me check her schedule.

They call it Killer
Chocolate Cake

because the wife
would kill me if she knew.

High blood sugar.

Want a bite?

No, I'm driving.

(CHUCKLES)

She's having lunch at
Parioli. Elie Tahari at 2:00.

Thanks.

There you go. She's all yours.

Thanks for your time, sir.

This couldn't have waited?

You know what they
say, "Time is money."

And I'm paying Sven more
per hour than I pay my doctor.

People wait months for an
appointment with Sven, you know.

You should see the earrings
Bradley bought me last Christmas.

Yeah, disposable income's
gotta be disposed, huh?

"You got it, you go with it."
That's what Bradley always says.

Yeah, right after he
spit out that silver spoon.

Bradley made his own
money, I'll have you know.

He's a financial genius.

We appreciate your
time, Mrs. Hagen.

ED: You wouldn't think that

somebody that lived over here
could pay 40 grand for a ring.

You know Watkins over in the 21?

That's the tall guy
with the thing, right?

Yeah. Six kids, two bedrooms in Queens,
drives a Porsche to work every morning.

A Porsche I can
understand, but a ring?

You said 3D?

Yeah, Kelly Sommers, 3D.

No. It's Alphonso Ruggerio.

Well, maybe she got hitched.

Excuse me.

Hey, do you live here?

Yes, I do. And no,
I won't let you in.

Uh, we're the good guys.

Oh, well. You never
know, you know?

Actually, we're looking for
the woman that lives in 3D.

Kelly? Is this a joke?

Kelly Sommers?

ED: That's right. What,
she get married, move?

She died,

September 11th. She was on the
89th floor of the World Trade Center.

VAN BUREN: Is it
possible the ring was stolen?

It was never reported.

So, maybe this ring was a
false lead from the get-go.

Do we have a DNA
test on the skeleton yet?

It's still at the lab.

Okay,

the first thing I want to know,

was it really Kelly Sommers
at the bottom of that blast?

Smiley, Sokol, Sommers...

That's it. Kelly.

VIP gives us...

VIP?

Victim Identification Profile.

Born August 12th, 1978,

blond hair, green eyes.

Worked at an investment
bank called Stewart Fells.

Eighty-ninth floor of Tower One.

His sister Caitlin
reported her missing.

It doesn't sound like enough
to issue a death certificate.

Does a hand help?
They uncovered a hand.

A left hand?

That's right. Just one of 20,000
other pieces of human remains.

And a few feet
away from the hand,

a pocketbook, filled
with all kinds of ID.

We matched DNA with hair from
a brush found in her apartment.

CAITLIN: She was my baby sister.

We always thought Kelly was
the one that might actually make it.

Here, sweetie.

ED: We?

There were five of us,
three boys, two girls.

Mom died right after Kel
was born and Dad, well,

he wasn't exactly what
you would call parental.

Kelly was the only one
of us to go to college.

She wanted to
work on Wall Street.

She make a pretty good living?

We didn't really talk
about things like that.

She was so happy.

She was just engaged. Donald,

a sweeter guy you can't find.

Did Donald buy
Kelly a ring like this?

I never saw it.

Kelly never really wore jewelry.

You found this in
the blast, didn't you?

Something like that.

Well, I hope you find the family
of the person it belonged to.

It looks expensive.

Well, thank you for
your time, Mrs. Birch.

One more thing. Kelly's fiancé,
Donald? What's his last name?

Housman. He's in computers.

Thanks.

I proposed August
11th at The Water Club.

She started to cry. So did I.

So, yes, we were engaged
for exactly a month.

I'm sorry.

The worst thing is, I
never got to say goodbye.

KELLY ON RECORDING: I
have to work late tonight, Boo-boo.

We'll talk tomorrow.
Love you, 'bye.

She called me
"Boo-boo." Stupid, huh?

Was that the night before...

I can't bring
myself to erase it.

Did Kelly have a ring like this?

We would have bought a house before
we wasted money on something like that.

I should have gone to her place
when she was done with work.

We could have had a glass of
wine. I would have spent the night.

(SIGHS)

ED: Did you ever see
Kelly wearing this ring?

That I would notice.

What is it you do here exactly?

We trade foreign currency.

Right. I'll give you two
drachmas for ten yen?

Something like that.

Was Kelly really good at it?

No, no. Kelly wasn't a
trader. She was my assistant.

Assistant, as in secretary?

This would have been her desk.

I wasn't in the
office that morning.

Root canal.

How many people can say
their dentist saved their life?

BRISCOE: You don't think it's odd that
not one of the survivors at the company

can actually say she
was there that morning?

Nobody can say
she wasn't, either.

Look, all I'm saying... I
know what you're saying.

There's nothing that proves
that she died in the Twin Towers.

How about her left hand?

Hey, how about a skeleton in
Hell's Kitchen that's missing one?

You're a betting man. What kind
of odds would you give me that,

that hand doesn't
belong to that skeleton?

That's not the point.

Look, the point is, it's a lot
easier to take a hand downtown

than it is to drag
a body uptown.

Call me Sydney the Cynic, but
there've already been 30 arrests

for 9/11 insurance fraud.

And how about that
upstanding citizen

who tried to rip off the stores in
the promenade under Tower One?

All right, you ask the sister.

I already told you. I
never saw that ring before.

We understand, but we're
actually not here about the ring.

Uh, did your family get money from
the city as reparation for your loss?

Yes.

What is this about?

There's a chance that Kelly
didn't die in the Twin Towers.

I can't believe this.

Wait. You think that we lied about
the way she died to get the money?

I didn't say that.

Do you know what we did with
the money? We gave it to Donald.

And do you know what he
did with it? He gave it to a fund

for the families of the
cops and the firemen.

Now please, just
get out of here.

Weekly deposits of $673.16.

That sounds like salary
minus Uncle Sam's take.

I got monthly payments of
450. I mean, I guess that's rent.

When did Kelly buy that ring?

That was July 1st.

Yeah, which means it would show
up on her August credit card bill.

Now does it seem coincidental
to you that she happened to make

four deposits of ten
grand each on July 20th,

22nd, 24th, and 27th?

Let me guess, cash.

She didn't buy the ring.
She just put it on her card.

Somebody else
actually paid for it.

Somebody didn't want somebody
else to know about the purchase.

Somebody who has a wife.

Look at this. Credit card
receipt, September 10th.

Kelly charged
dinner at La Goulue.

Sounds expensive.

You actually expect me to

remember who ate
here over a year ago?

Well, she may
have been a regular.

I'm sorry.

Can we talk to your waitresses?

Sure, but I would appreciate if you
could wait until after the dinner hour.

We bake it all ourselves.

I'll bet that'll put a
couple pounds on you.

We call it Killer Chocolate.

Really?

You want to indict a guy
because of a dessert?

Well, it is killer
chocolate cake.

For you.

Bradley Hagen's
father ran for governor.

He has a brother in the State
Senate, another on the City Council.

Kelly Sommers couldn't afford
that ring or that restaurant.

It just so happens that Hagen
dines at the restaurant regularly

and purchased the same ring.

For his wife.

Hey, I knew a guy only dated women
named Mary. It kept things simple.

His LUDs?

He never called her
home or her office.

What about hers?

The same.

That pretty much
makes this a slam dunk.

They're having an
affair, Lou. She's

engaged, he's married,
they're both careful.

I should have been so careful.

But you didn't have e-mail.

Bingo.

Damn, this guy keeps busy.

The problem is, we
need last year's e-mails.

Let me explain it to you.

There's all this information
floating around out there.

Even if you erase it from your hard drive,
it's still out there waiting for someone

like me to pluck it down
like it was an apple on a tree.

Keep on plucking.

You want e-mails
sent or received?

Both.

I'm glad she's on our side.

"I'm sorry I had to cancel last
night. I hope you'll forgive me.

"All I think about is our time
together. Love forever, Bradley."

And she writes back, "I told
you. Things can't stay the same.

"We'll discuss it
at dinner. Kelly."

She's getting ready for the "dump
the wife or else I go public" speech.

She wrote it the
day before she died.

That's right. In the Trade Center
courtesy of Osama bin Laden.

The perimeter wasn't
established on 9/11 until 5:00 p.m.

Before that, anyone could have gotten
close enough to dump the evidence.

Do we have a DNA match?

They're still working on it.

So, we're basing
all of this on a ring?

It's a hell of a ring.

Bring him in, for
questioning only.

Come on, guys. It's not like
I'm the first man on the planet

to step out on his wife.

And you ain't the first man whose
mistress ended up dead, either.

What? The Trade
Center's my fault, too?

No. But we don't think she
died in the Trade Center.

You're saying what?

We found a skeleton dumped
in a lot in Hell's Kitchen

that very well may
be Kelly Sommers.

That's impossible.

It had a ring that you paid for.

I'm sure I'm not the only
one who bought that ring.

No, you're not. But it just so
happens that everybody else has theirs.

What happened? Kelly start
to put a little pressure on?

I have a wife and
three children.

I'm not going to announce my
affair on the ticker in Times Square.

I loved Kelly.

What reason in the world would
I have for wanting her dead?

Maybe she wasn't opposed to
that "Times Square ticker" thing?

You were with her the
night of September 10th?

We had dinner. I dropped
her off at her apartment.

That's it.

They found her
hand, for God's sake.

And you caught a break.

Kelly never got the chance to
break the news to the missus.

He doesn't look like a murderer.

Why's that? Because
his mother's in the DAR?

No, because he hasn't
once asked for his lawyer.

Without more, we can't indict. Hell,
we can't even prove there was a murder.

We can now.

DNA says the skeleton uptown and
Kelly Sommers are one and the same.

Let him go. I'll talk to McCoy.

The theory is that Bradley Hagen

killed Kelly Sommers uptown
on the night of September 10th,

then awoke to find that the
terrorists had given him the perfect out.

Because she threatened
to expose their affair?

Well, she implied
it in her e-mail.

Arresting a Hagen in New York is
like arresting a Kennedy in Cambridge.

We'll need more
than implication.

Is that cigar smoke from the
old boys' club I smell, Arthur?

No, it's a healthy whiff of
old-fashioned pragmatism.

But the press will
run with cronyism.

It's no secret the Hagens
supported your election.

The press doesn't know that
some nitwit in a black robe

might toss the e-mail as a
violation of Bradley Hagen's privacy.

Don't you think...

I think interleague play disrupted
the moral fiber of this nation.

I think Roe v. Wade
was wrongly decided.

And I think if you indict someone
named Hagen on my watch,

you damn well
better convict them.

So we turn the other
cheek because of who he is?

As a matter of fact, yes.

Unless you come up with something
more than a chunk of chocolate cake

and an epistle from cyberspace.

CSU has been up and down
that lot. There's nothing there.

The duffel bag?

Standard issue. They sell it at every
sporting goods store on the East Coast.

Hey, there's always

slap the cuffs on and see if we
can scare a confession out of him.

I don't think so.

What? Your new boss
plays by the rules?

(SCOFFS) Yeah, his own.

Kelly's personal items, the stuff in
her apartment, what happened to it?

The family's got it.

Wanna come?

No, actually the sister
is not too crazy about us.

I think you'd be
better off alone.

Later. See you.

Kelly was always one
grade behind me in school.

When she was a junior,
I gave her a copy of

the chemistry exam my
teacher gave me the year before.

You know, to help her study.

Well, it turned out, the teacher gave
Kelly's class the exact same exam.

So she had all the answers.

She felt so guilty

that she went to the teacher
and she told her what happened.

A person like that does not
have an affair with a married man.

A person like that does
not cheat on her fiancé.

Maybe she was
embarrassed, Caitlin.

I'm her sister.

Why would she keep
secrets from me?

Because you're her sister.

Sometimes the hardest people to expose your
flaws to are the ones you love the most.

Well, I don't know
what you expect to find.

Neither do I.

The left side is Kelly's.

She has good taste. You ever wonder
how she could afford clothes like this?

She worked on Wall
Street. I didn't know.

Is this... CAITLIN: No.

The FBI kept the one
they found in the rubble.

Photos,

things like that,
I gave to Donald.

I've been through the 12
stages of grief, Ms. Southerlyn.

Nobody told me I was gonna
have to start all over again.

I know how you feel...

No, you don't.

I'm sorry.

It's just,

when you mourn, you
try to start your life over.

(SIGHS)

The world goes round, right?

Leah and I met in a group.

My brother was in Ladder 66.

I'm sorry.

The emptiness, it
still hasn't gone away.

We try to tell
ourselves it was fate.

I knew Kelly better than anyone.

I don't care what the e-mail says,
there's no way she was having an affair.

If I could see her belongings?

Sure.

I didn't know what to do with
them. I put them in storage.

I'll give you the key.

The people that knew
her best seem to prefer

that she was killed
in a terrorist attack.

There's something
to be said for closure.

That's a better
theory than mine.

Which is?

They saw something heroic in
being killed in the Trade Center.

It's been a long day.

What exactly are we looking for?

I wish I knew.

She liked to read.

She also liked to ski,
go to the beach, the zoo...

Hey, Ed.

Hmm?

Look at this.

Oh, that's the girl from Kelly's building.
This is the one that told us she died.

She was friendly with
her neighbor. So what?

Well, I'm just guessing here, but I
assume that there are things a woman will

tell a girlfriend that she wouldn't
tell her family or even her fiancé.

You should have seen
her when Donald proposed.

It was like Cinderella or something.
You couldn't get her off the ceiling.

What about Bradley Hagen?

Donald was like
a rock, you know?

Bradley, a thunderbolt.

I saw the ring.

Yeah, well, he
bought her stuff, but...

She didn't love him?

She could have if he
didn't have a wife and kids.

Thought he'd never leave?

No, just the opposite.

Bradley would have
left his wife in a second.

Kelly wouldn't let him.

She didn't want to be responsible
for breaking up a family.

She felt bad for the kids.

She told him she just
wanted to be friends.

Bradley didn't like that idea?

You don't say no
to Bradley Hagen.

That night,

the night before,

she was gonna tell him at dinner

that it was over
once and for all.

Did you see her
when she came home?

Well, I saw her from my window in
Bradley's Mercedes around 10:00.

She started to get out, but he must
have convinced her to get back in because

they drove off and I
didn't see them come back.

It might have been late.

I know Kelly.

I knew she'd want to talk. I told her to
come by no matter how late she got home.

SERENA: Kelly wasn't threatening
to expose their affair, Jack.

She wanted to call it off. That's
what the e-mail was referring to.

She was dumping him
and he couldn't handle it.

This girl is credible?

Yeah, she has no reason to lie.

Hagen said he dropped her off
at home. She saw them drive off.

It doesn't mean he didn't
bring her home later.

She was dumping
her lover, Jack. Believe

me, she'd want to talk
to somebody about it.

And Molly was the only one who knew
about the affair. Hagen lied to the cops.

It doesn't prove he killed her.

Two years ago, he had
an affair with his secretary

and fired her when
she tried to break it off.

She had to get a
restraining order against him.

He can't stand to lose, Jack.

Call Van Buren.

What about Branch?

There comes a time in every
political life when a man has to risk

getting a couple over
easy right in the kisser.

Not again. I got a game up
in Westchester in 30 minutes.

Well, that's a two-stroke
penalty for missing your tee time.

Bradley Hagen, you're under arrest
for the murder of Kelly Sommers.

What?

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an
attorney. If you cannot afford one...

"Docket number 27465,
People v. Bradley Hagen.

"Charge is Murder in
the Second Degree."

How do you plead?

HOBART: Not guilty.

Hagen? I voted
against your father.

I move that you recuse
yourself, Your Honor.

Don't pop a gasket, Counselor.
I voted for both his brothers.

People request the defendant be
remanded without bail, Your Honor.

What are we having today?
A special on chutzpah?

Bail is set at $500,000.

Do you have that on you, Mr. Hagen,
or do you need a few minutes?

HOBART: Your Honor.

I was joking, counselor. Next!

(BANGS GAVEL)

CLERK: "Docket number
28571, People v. Ryan Benson."

You know I didn't do this.

Well, we'll have to
see what a jury thinks.

Yes, we will.

And we'll also see how
your new boss reacts

when the long limb he
just crawled out on cracks.

He throws a couple
of bucks in the pot

and expects me to fold like a
blue-haired grandma in Atlantic City.

The problem is, if we lose,
the press will say it's political.

And if we win...

What do you mean, "If"?

Well, this isn't by any
means a sure thing.

First off, all of our evidence is
derived from intercepted e-mail,

which Hobart's already moved to exclude
as a violation to Hagen's right to privacy.

That's nonsense.

Only there's case law
that says it may not be.

Let me ask you
something, Serena.

When I said what I did about Roe v.
Wade being wrong, what did you think?

No holds barred?

Pull no punches.

That you let your religious
beliefs cloud your legal judgment.

The reason I disagree with Roe has nothing
to do with going to church on Sunday.

And it's a bad decision because
it's based on a legal fiction,

better known as
the right to privacy.

Now, you go ahead and show me where
the framers mentioned the word "privacy."

You can't because
it's not in there.

The Burger Court said that...

Yeah, the penumbra of
the Fourteenth Amendment.

Judicial hocus pocus,

acting like politicians
instead of justices.

The Constitution is what it
says it is and nothing more.

And you can rewrite judicial history when
you're appointed to the Supreme Court.

God willing.

HOBART: They logged on

and swiped my client's personal
letters without his knowledge,

and more importantly,
without a search warrant.

He had an
expectation of privacy.

It is literally impossible
that Mr. Hagen had

an expectation of privacy in
letters sent by Ms. Sommers.

What about the
letters he sent to her?

Those are analogous to an
open letter found on the street.

Not in this country, it's not.

The Constitution provides every
person with a fundamental right to privacy.

JACK: If counsel is
referring to Griswold and Roe,

the court limited fundamental
rights to those of personal autonomy,

such as abortion and birth control.
That's a far cry from love letters.

Is it?

The fact that the Constitution
explicitly protects some rights

and not others
necessarily suggests

that the framers did not intend to
protect those rights they chose to omit.

They chose to omit privacy,
therefore it must be a legal fiction.

You've been reading your new
boss' books, Mr. McCoy. So have I.

The letters are in.

Your Honor!

JUDGE: Congratulations, Mr. Hobart.
You've got grounds for appeal.

You won. You
should be celebrating.

I didn't believe a
word I said in there.

I can't believe the
judge bought it.

"The law should be
stable but never stand still."

That was written over the
entrance to my Con Law class.

Today, I argued that the Constitution
should not only stop dead in its tracks,

it should revert
back two centuries.

Well, that's the difference
between school and real life.

Cards on the table.

Do you think the cops overstepped
the constitutional bounds?

I think a lot's
changed since 9/11.

Yeah.

JACK: When was the
last time you saw Kelly?

September 11th was Tuesday.
We had coffee Monday morning.

How many times a week would
you say you saw each other?

It depended on work.

Hers or yours?

Hers, mostly.

But however busy we were,
we tried to have breakfast

at a coffee shop that's
near both our offices.

Actually, that's
where we first met.

On the morning of September 11th, did
you and Kelly have breakfast together?

No. Why not?

She didn't show up.

So you don't know if she went
to work that morning, do you?

No.

Was that the first time Kelly didn't
show up for breakfast, Mr. Housman?

No. Sometimes her
boss wanted her in early.

So you didn't think twice
about it when she didn't show?

No. Not really.

I'll show you what I'll call
Defendant's Exhibit Four.

Oh, my God.

Approach!

Let me have that.

No way, Your Honor. This is
only meant to outrage the jury.

My client's defense is that the deceased
died when the Towers came down.

This is evidence.

Evidence to make
the jury throw up?

Rule of thumb, in my
court, that's inadmissible.

We'll call this Defendant's Five.
Do you recognize it, Mr. Housman?

DONALD: Yes.

It's Kelly's purse.

The one she has with her every morning
when you have breakfast before work?

Yes, that's right.

So, this would be
Kelly's lipstick, then?

Yes.

This would be Kelly's
driver's license?

JACK: Objection.

HOBART: Her compact?

Your Honor.

Her keys?

JUDGE: Enough, Counselor.

Go ahead, Mr. Housman, take it.

Could you read what's printed on
the yellow tag attached to the strap?

"Found 112 yards northeast
of Church and Vesey."

Thank you, Mr. Housman.

A terrible thing happened to
this country on September 11th.

It affected some of
us more than others.

You have my heartfelt sympathy.

RIVERTON: The basic structure
of DNA is actually quite simple.

There are four basic molecules,

adenine, thiamine,
cytosine, and guanine.

The DNA in a single cell contains
an individual's entire genetic blueprint.

And no two blueprints
are identical?

That is correct.

Did there come a time
when you analyzed the DNA

taken from the bone
marrow of a Jane Doe,

a skeleton previously
marked "Exhibit A" at

the behest of the
medical examiner's office?

Yes.

And what did you discover?

That the skeletal Jane Doe
was, in fact, Kelly Sommers.

Thank you, Doctor.

Are you aware, Doctor, that Jane
Doe was discovered in a vacant lot

in that area of town
known as Hell's Kitchen?

Yes. I've read the complete
file on Ms. Sommers.

Let's just call her Jane Doe
for the present, shall we?

I show you
Defendant's Exhibit Six.

Do you recognize it?

Yes. It's a DNA match
performed by Dr. Howard Fineburg.

And Dr. Fineburg concluded
that DNA taken from a hand

found in the rubble
of the Trade Center

was identical to that of Kelly
Sommers. Isn't that correct?

Yes.

You just testified that the same
DNA was taken from a skeleton

found several miles away.

Um,

suppose, Doctor, just suppose,

that the hand found
at the Trade Center

did not come from the body found in
Hell's Kitchen. What would that mean?

That a hundred years of
accepted science was wrong.

No more questions.

We had dinner together
the night before she died.

We decided to
end our relationship.

And whose decision was that?

It was mutual.

I was married. I loved
my wife and children.

HOBART: And after dinner?

At first I drove her home, but then
we went to The Plaza for a drink,

after which I took her home.

And what time was that?

It was nearly midnight.

How did she end up
dead in Hell's Kitchen?

She didn't. It's impossible.

All I know is, I saw her enter
her building, then I drove off.

Now I know why Hobart put a biochemist
on his witness list. He's scrambling.

He can't possibly expect a jury to
toss out well-established science.

The fact is, scientists start
babbling on about the double helix

and the jury starts
thinking about lunch.

Hobart's going to put
Mrs. Hagen on the stand,

and she'll say her husband's a
bastard and she's divorcing him,

but he was home in bed
with her at 12:30 on the 10th.

That carries more weight with a jury
than a thousand PhDs in biochemistry.

Actually, the Hagen
women stand by their men.

It's part of their vows,

"I promise to
honor, respect, obey,

"and let you run around with
as many women as you want."

Even if he kills them?

Well, they're not that picky.

So, good news first or bad?

Might as well get it over with.

Hobart called me. He
says he has a witness

that definitely puts Kelly Sommers
in the Trade Center on 9/11.

Only we have DNA that proves
she was nowhere near Wall Street.

But if the jury buys his story, that
casts doubt on all DNA evidence.

We could be in for an
avalanche of appeals.

The call was a threat, drop the
case or watch the system crumble.

There you have it.

The good news, I
hung up on the S.O.B.

What happened to the
old Southern hospitality?

I may look like an
poor country lawyer,

but I've been in this
town for over 20 years.

Surprise witnesses went out
with the pillory, Your Honor.

The statute requires notice.

What can I do? The
witness just came forward.

And how does your Mr. Paulson
enlighten this proceeding?

He saw Kelly Sommers in the lobby of the
Trade Center on the morning of the 11th.

The DNA evidence
proves that's impossible.

Everyone in this room knows
Mr. Paulson must be mistaken.

Fortunately, everyone in
this room doesn't count.

Unfortunately, he's right.

I'll give you a day to
talk to this Mr. Paulson.

I worked at the newsstand
in the lobby of Tower One.

I was there over ten years.

That's a lot of people you
saw there on a daily basis.

You don't know.

But Ms. Sommers,
that one I remember.

Always with the smile,

always with the exact change.

And a "Hi, how are you, Arnold?"

And you'd swear on your life you
saw her on the morning of 9/11?

On my life?

But I'm pretty sure.

That's funny,
Mr. Paulson, because

most people remember every
little detail about that morning.

Jack, I think we can let Mr. Paulson
go now. Thank you, Mr. Paulson.

Serena...

I'm sure about this, Jack.

It's been a pleasure.

Kelly's purse,

it had a compact,

a lipstick, a driver's license.
It didn't have any change.

Maybe she did pay
for a newspaper?

I don't think so.

The bag they found at the
Trade Center was an evening bag.

A bag a woman takes to work

has a phone book,
a date book, a pen.

The rescue workers found the bag
she took to dinner the night before,

not the one she usually
took to work in the morning.

Which I saw in
her sister's closet.

The thing is, her fiancé
testified under oath

that the evening bag is the one that she
takes to work every day. He's lying, Jack.

I don't suppose he has any more right
to privacy than Hagen, but make my day,

get a warrant.

CAMP: This guy's good.

He designs
software for a living.

Well, he's got me stumped.

I'm into the company data
bank, but because of his firewall

I'm gonna need a password
to hit his personal file.

Try "son-of-a-bitch."

No.

Try "Boo-boo."

Like in Yogi?

Just try it. It was
her pet name for him.

CAMP: Oh, yeah, he's good.

Print them all out.

I hope I was okay on the stand.

You were fine.

I told you, honey.

No, I asked you to come down
here because I wanted to ask you

to search your memory for anything that
might help prove Hagen's affair with Kelly.

I'd tell you if I
remembered anything.

Even if it hurt?

Of course.

JACK: Because your fiancée cheating
on you, that would certainly hurt a lot.

I still don't believe she would.

That's interesting.

Because it appears
you read all about it.

Where did you get that?

The question should be,
"Where did you get it?"

I don't know what
you're talking about.

We took this off your computer.

You knew all about Kelly's
affair with Bradley Hagen.

This is my e-mail.

Donald loves to surf the net.

But somehow he keeps
ending up in his lovers' e-mail.

JACK: Let me ask
you, Mr. Housman,

the money you received as
compensation for Kelly's death,

what did you do with it?

I gave it to the Police
and Fireman's Relief Fund.

That's interesting, because
they have no record of it.

I mean, don't you think
that someone would record

a $43,000 donation?

JACK: That's a nice ring, Leah.

Mr. Housman give it to you?

Let me guess, he gave
it to you in mid-March.

How did you know?

It might have something to
do with the timing of the check

Mr. Housman received as
reparations for the loss of his fiancée.

Oh, my God!

She cheated.

She said she'd marry
me, but she cheated.

She tried to deny it,
but no, I knew. I knew.

He had money, but I loved her.

I'm sorry. Leah, please.

Do you have an
attorney, Mr. Housman?

Bradley Hagen sent me
a case of champagne.

It doesn't matter what they say
as long as they're talking about you.

I sent it back.

Housman's attorney has
called three times for a sit-down.

Let him sweat a little.

I never knew men
could be so insecure.

I once followed a girlfriend
to a party, just to be sure.

In law school I ate
at the undergrad

cafeteria to keep an eye
on a certain someone.

Until she spotted me, that is.

What did you do then?

I gave her a ring.