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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.

JUDGE: Has the
jury reached a verdict?

FOREWOMAN: We have, Your Honor.

On the sole count of Attempted Murder
in the First Degree, how do you find?

We find the defendant,
Darnell Marbury,

not guilty.

(ALL CLAMORING)

JUDGE: Order.

(BANGING GAVEL)

I want quiet in here.

Order! Order!

MAN: You're gonna pay for this.

Order!

Court Officers, escort the
jury out of the courtroom.

(SPECTATORS CHANTING)

They had ballistics. They
had forensics. They had motive.

Don't forget the
eyewitness. Oh, two, actually.

Rabbit out of
the hat, my friend.

No, no, no. Rabbit? Hell,
it was more like a hippo.

Hey, who the hell
attacks an arrest warrant?

No, no, no. An arrest warrant
that was perfectly executed.

Oh, that is why I
get the big bucks.

Yeah, right, if only you'd
send out a bill now and then.

How many times
do I have to say it?

You cannot put a
price on civil rights.

Order some appetizers.
I'm going out for a smoke.

Not only is he going to
hit the front page tomorrow,

but it looks like he's going to
do the do with Marian Sherwood.

Oh, no! Nobody
does Miss Sherwood.

I think that's the
38th Amendment.

Nobody gets an acquittal
with two eyewitnesses, either.

Oh, can we talk about Cheryl?

(GUNSHOTS OUTSIDE)

Was that... Vance.

You guys are gonna love this.

Is that who I think it is?

The one and only Vance
Grodie, Attorney-at-Law.

Damn.

He made me trip over
my tongue more than once.

Buddy says he came out for a
cigarette, somebody started blasting.

Well, somebody went
home with an empty clip.

Looks like he got
hit five or six times.

Anybody see anything?

A lady saw a guy run to a side
street and speed off in a blue Chevy.

We're still canvassing.

How about people out
looking for a gun? We're on it.

You heard about
the verdict, right?

Yeah, it's all over the news.

This must have been
Grodie's victory celebration.

Can you believe that
SOB Marbury got off?

Yeah, maybe next time he won't.

He didn't expect the
verdict for a couple of days.

So this wasn't a
planned get-together?

Nah, it's kind of a tradition.

You get a verdict, you buy.

He called my cell maybe 8:30.

ED: And you?

Oh, um...

I was in my office. I heard
the verdict on the radio

and just assumed Vance would
be here with his wallet open.

Did he carry a lot of cash?

Vance Grodie didn't do
what he did for money.

I guess every adversarial
system needs a bad guy.

Actually, Vance
was the good guy.

You still didn't answer the
question about the cash.

Are you serious? You really
think this was a robbery?

What do you think it was?

Who am I to speculate?

You're the closest thing we
have to a witness, that's who.

Look, it's no surprise Marbury's
acquittal pissed off a lot of people.

Meaning cops.

Just speculating.

You know, when I
went to take a leak,

there was this guy in there that
was saying things about Vance.

BRISCOE: Like what?

Like, "How can you eat with
that sleaze without getting sick?"

He was pretty plastered,
breathing gin in my face.

A white guy. 5'9 ", 5'10".

That's it?

I didn't get a good look.
He was in the next urinal.

A 5'10" white guy who had too
much to drink. Story of my life.

Was there anyone here
tonight you hadn't seen before?

Downing a lot of gin.

What time we talking
about? 9:00, 9:30.

Does a half a dozen
Tom Collins count?

Yeah, for most people.

He was like one of
those silent types.

A couple of ladies
tried to cozy up.

He ignored them, like he had
something else to think about.

Did he pay cash or charge?

Cash.

You know, he was
wearing a dark windbreaker,

with like a golf shirt under it.

His shirt had one of those company
logos on it, but I don't remember what.

What time did he
split? I couldn't say.

I just turned around and
there was a pile of cash.

But it was before
Vance was shot.

Okay, thanks.
We'll let you know.

A golf shirt and a windbreaker.

That doesn't sound like
the Wall Street type to me.

Well, I doubt they wear
their Armanis to bed.

Cops don't sleep in their blues.

I don't want to hear it, Ed.

Hey, man, I'm just suggesting that
we go straight to the horse's mouth.

Hey, it comes
with the job, right?

I mean, you sign
on, you gotta expect...

I don't gotta tell you guys.

Are you sure you don't want?

No, thanks, man.

Hey, you know what?

I can drink as much as I want
now without ever going to the pisser.

It all runs down a tube into
this bag I got strapped to my leg.

I'm so sorry for what
happened to you, Chris.

What's to be sorry?

I'm still getting paid by the job
and all I gotta do is answer phones.

Fat City, right?

And the best part
is, I get a day off

after the guy that put
me here gets a free pass.

Who could ask for anything more?

You know, the job's
always here for you.

Yeah, this is it.

This is my world.

Marbury took my life

and that son of a bitch Grodie
got him off. I'm glad he's dead.

I just wish I could be there to spit
on him before the M.E. cuts him up.

Maybe this isn't a good time.

Yeah, I'll be better tomorrow.

Look, man, you know
we've got a job to do, right?

I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking someone
on the job did this.

And you should be
ashamed of yourselves.

Well, he's right.

Hey, I don't love
this guy Grodie either,

but that doesn't mean I'm
gonna turn my back on his killer.

Let me hear again all the
evidence you have implicating a cop.

I'm just saying that maybe Wilson got
together with a couple of his buddies,

they had a couple of
drinks, they start talking.

Next thing you know,
you've got a lynch mob.

Only they would have
lynched Marbury, not his lawyer.

Maybe they couldn't
find him. Maybe he's next.

I've got news for you,
Ed, this isn't the Wild West.

Yeah? Well you tell that
to Amadou Diallo's family.

This whole blue
wall thing, dinosaur.

Look, you show me
the first drop of blue

and I'll sit right beside you
on the bandwagon. Fine.

Look, I don't think Marbury's

the first unfortunate victim of
sociopolitical circumstances

that Grodie got acquitted.

Vance convinces the judge that
the radar gun was miscalibrated,

so the cop was
reckless in using it.

And he actually has the
balls to ask for damages,

both compensatory and punitive.

The judge had such a good
time listening to his argument,

he awarded Vance $1,000.

Which he donated to the ACLU?

No, he kept a running
tab at the local pub,

open to anyone
who worked legal aid.

He had a gift.

Maybe he should have
stuck to speeding tickets.

You don't get it.

For Vance, the arguing
was an end unto itself.

Yeah, but unfortunately he
argued for the wrong people.

You mean the underprivileged,
the poor, the disenfranchised?

No. The guilty.

They're the ones
who need it most.

The shooting, did it have something
to do with the Marbury acquittal?

That's one possibility.

Listen, we were wondering,

did Vance have any financial or
personal problems that you're aware of?

Look, we all know this
was an assassination.

We have cabinets full of
unpopular cases and clients.

Well, we'd like to start by
going through all your files.

You're kidding me, right?

It's their self-righteousness
that gets me.

They could say the
same thing about you.

Why? 'Cause I don't
think a cop shot Grodie?

Oh, come on,
Lennie, do the math.

Hey, 1992. I'm testifying
in a double homicide.

Lloyd and Julie Lippman,
husband and wife.

It was a break-in gone bad.

I got the shooter nailed,
cold. Ramon Vasquez.

The son of a bitch confesses.

Grodie gets me on the stand,

starts questioning me about
my extra-curricular activities.

Oh, you mean the liquid kind.

He had the jury convinced I was running
around solving cases in between shots.

Hey, man, from
what I hear, you were.

You wanna talk to Chris
Wilson's old partner, fine.

Hey, wait, wait. Wait a minute.

What happened with Vasquez?

Grodie got him acquitted.

Two weeks later, Vasquez
kills two high school students.

You see, that's what I'm saying.

That was 10 years
ago and you're still mad.

Yeah, but I didn't
shoot the guy.

Where can we find Vitelli?

Let me guess, Homicide?
Damn, and I just ran out of cigars.

That ain't funny, man.

Your partner needs to loosen up.

That is loose.

Look, my shift commander pulled me off
the street for this. Can we hurry it up?

How long did you
ride with Wilson?

Year and a half.

I was with him when he got shot.

Wasn't one of my better days.

And how was yesterday?

Top 10 with a bullet,
no pun intended.

The world's a better place
now that Grodie's worm food.

Hey, man, talk like that
will make you a suspect.

Hey, how many legs
does your partner have?

Calm down.

When it happens to you and you
see the scumball who did it walk away,

come back and talk to me.

Hey, Vitelli, take it easy.

Last night I pulled
a 4:00 by 12:00 shift.

Around the time Oliver
Wendell Sleazebag took a bullet,

I was on 116th Street chasing down a
couple of punks who robbed a bodega.

You want, check the blotter.

Chris was a good cop.

Sure, he was
well-liked by everybody,

but I can't see anyone here
taking this into their own hands.

Here's Vitelli. He
collared two uptown, 7:35.

We're also gonna need to
take a look at your roll call.

What for?

We want to know everybody in this
precinct who was off duty last night.

Between vacations, sick days and
RDOs, there's more than 20 guys,

including me.

It's okay, Lennie. I'm
sure Sergeant Lawrence

will compile a list
and forward it on.

LAWRENCE: Not a problem.

There was something in that blotter,
an entry from last night, 1854 hours,

"Sector George transporting
MOS family member to 100 Centre."

Unusual to give a cop's
relative a lift to the courthouse

at 7:00 at night.

It's unusual and against
Department regulations.

So we got a call from dispatch
to pick up Chris Wilson's brother

from some car dealer on
11th Ave. What's the problem?

So, you're saying that Command
asked you to violate the regs?

Cop takes one in the line of
duty, the regs go out the window.

ED: That cop was
shot over a year ago.

Yeah, well, for some
of us, the pain lingers.

Wilson's brother, you
drove him to the courthouse?

Cap promised Chris he'd have him there
for the verdict. Just in case, you know.

No, I don't.

In case it got emotional. He
wanted his family's support.

Wilson's brother. Kevin.

Kevin.

Was he 5'10", 165 pounds, brown
hair, wearing a navy blue windbreaker?

Sounds about right.

I figured Chris would
need the support,

but it turned out to be
me that couldn't handle it.

All that kid's been through and
he ends up holding my hand.

I'll tell you what.
He's a strong kid.

Me, on the other hand...

And after the verdict, you and
Chris, what, went out for a couple?

No, he wanted to go home.

So I helped him into his car
and we went back to his place.

That's funny. Because a guy
that fits your description to a tee

was drinking gin at
Lafayette Grill last night.

Yeah, right about the
time that lawyer got shot.

You know, I think we
should take some quality time

and discuss this under
the proper conditions.

I want to talk to my
brother about this.

I think you'll be
talking to us first.

It's not good but it's hot.

What is this?

You're supposed to lull me into
confessing to something I didn't do?

Back in the day, we
wouldn't use coffee.

Back in the day, cop killers
didn't live long enough to go to trial.

First off, your
brother's not dead.

Well, he might as well be.

You know, you never saw
a 2-guard with a better shot.

The kid was like
butter, you know?

Coach from Rutgers
came to see him play.

But all that dumb bastard wanted
to do was "protect and serve."

Just 'cause our dad...

Your dad was on the job?

In Queens.

Damn him!

You can't blame your dad
for what happened, Kev.

So who should I blame?

Vance Grodie?

Okay.

I followed Grodie
into the restaurant.

I didn't know what I was going to
do, but I knew I had to do something.

And?

I drank myself into a
stupor, I crawled into a cab

and I blew my lunch just
as soon as I got home.

You left out the part about
bad-mouthing Grodie in the john.

What? So that
means I killed him?

Add it all up, I
wouldn't bet against it.

I didn't so much as
talk to the son of a bitch.

He was hitting on two babes.
Maybe one of them got jealous.

These babes have names?

How would I know?

Check Grodie's Palm Pilot.
The blonde left him her number.

Grodie didn't have a Palm
Pilot when we got to him.

That would be a lot of lead just
to steal an electronic phone book.

I'm not so sure.

Grodie had Marbury's
address in there.

Who is it? It's
the police, ma'am.

What do you want?

We'd like to speak with Darnell.

He isn't lived here since
you locked him up last year.

You're his mother, right?

Don't mind who I am.

Darnell ain't stupid
enough to come back

where he knows you're
gonna be looking for him.

Ms. Marbury, your son
could be in a lot of danger.

Yeah, from you.

Last time you people came for him,
you shot up the whole damn building.

His lawyer is dead.
He could be next.

Darnell can take
care of himself.

Now, I got food on the stove.

Hey, Chandra, it's Ed.

Did you get a hit on that
number I left with you?

Yeah, okay. Hurry up.

Mom made an outgoing phone
call about two minutes ago.

We know it wasn't for take-out.

Yeah, 113 West 145th
Street. Apartment 6-B.

All right baby, I got it.
Thank you. I'll see you later.

What up?

You know why we're here.

Man, we gave at the office.

Hey, yo, we need
to speak with Darnell.

Who?

His lawyer was murdered.
We just need some information.

Tell Rupert I'm
talking with you.

Look, man, Darnell is a
witness, he's not a suspect.

What if he don't
wanna be a witness?

Then maybe he wants
to be the next victim.

Look, man, tell Darnell that
we'll meet him in a public place.

We'll lay it all out for him.

Chicken place across the street.

Order a happy meal
or something and wait.

Now you know how I feel
on the Upper East Side.

So, Darnell, have you
been watching the news?

Your get-out-of-jail-free
ticket took five in the chest.

I guess he's in mourning, Ed.

Whoever did it might
be after you, bro.

And you want to catch him?

Grodie was all right. He
wasn't all about the money.

ED: Yeah, well, somebody
had a problem with that.

He didn't deserve what
happened 'cause of me.

Is that a conscience I hear?

Something like that.

It's my fan mail from the joint.

I'd appreciate it if my current
address stays confidential.

Some nasty stuff here.

"They should string up spook cop
killers like you in Madison Square Garden."

"Garden" spelled with an "I."

Oh, get this one.

"Confess your crimes or God will
send the Angel of Death. You will die.

"Your lawyer will die."

I was able to identify
three different publications

based on their
distinctive type-sets

and the text on the
underside of the cutouts.

Wackos Illustrated?

Close. House & Garden,
Redbook and Tropical Fish Monthly.

We ran a printout of each
magazine's subscribers

in the Suffolk County ZIP Code
where the letter was mailed.

There was one name in
common, Thalia Raye Phillips.

You want to take the
Northern State or the LIE?

That Redbook. I'm
thinking of canceling it.

It's getting far too
risqué for my taste.

Sex, sex, sex.

It's disgusting is what it is.

Anyway, I'm sorry you two
traveled all the way out here,

but I don't know
anyone named Mayberry.

Actually, that's
Marbury, Mrs. Phillips.

Well, of course,
you just told me that.

Or the one with the funny name?

Yeah, Vance Grodie.

I don't know him either.

Did he do something terrible?

It depends on who you ask.

We're very sorry to have troubled
you, Mrs. Phillips. Thank you very much.

No trouble at all.

Mrs. Phillips, what do you do with your
magazines when you're done with them?

The town here has recycling.

And a nice young man in the
building takes them out for me.

ED: Thank you.

Mind if we step in, Mr. Preuss?

Of course not.

Anything I can do to
help New York's finest.

Although, you are a
little far from home.

BRISCOE: Well, we're
investigating some suspicious mail

that was sent from this area.

Isn't the Post Office
supposed to do that?

They're not as fine as we are.

How long have you lived
out here, Mr. Preuss?

Three years.

You go into the city very often?

No. I'm not really a city guy.

Tell me about it. The
smells. The traffic.

And forget about the parking.

No, I'll bet Mr. Preuss
takes the train.

He probably has a nice car. He
wouldn't want some parking guy nicking it.

What kind of car do you drive?

A Chevy.

What does that have to
do with suspicious mail?

The Second Amendment, huh?

I believe every American is entitled
to protect his home and loved ones.

9/11 actually made
the masses realize that.

Yeah, every cloud
has a silver lining.

While we're here, you mind if
we take a look at your weapon?

Am I being investigated
for something?

The American Patriot Union?

What is that? Some
kind of historical society?

Maybe we shouldn't talk
anymore until I get a lawyer.

Sixth Amendment, right?

Well, you can tell him
to meet us in the city.

Barbecue sauce.

The American Patriot Union sells
barbecue sauce over the Internet.

Is that a crime?

FINESTEIN: My partner filed all
the corporate documents himself.

They're up to date with Albany.

The taxes are paid.

ED: You're not a criminal
attorney, are you, Mr. Finestein?

(CHUCKLES)

I went to law school.

Well, then that would qualify
you to try a murder case.

What?

BRISCOE: Mr. Rib Sauce here
may have killed Vance Grodie.

I don't even know who that is.

I do.

You know where all the
money from all that sauce goes?

We have a lot of expenses.

ED: Yeah, guns, explosives.

BRISCOE: All those
copies of Mein Kampf.

Maybe I'm not
qualified for this.

Don't say anything until you
get yourself another lawyer.

Just can't trust those
people, can you, Julian?

Am I under arrest?

No, but you can consider yourself our
guest until your new counsel shows up.

The first blip on the FBI's radar
screen about the American Patriot Union

was in Virginia,
about 10 years ago.

They're a cross between
the Christian right

and some of the nationalist
militias we'd see out West.

God and guns. Bad chemistry.

Their leader, Stephen
LeClerk, is serving federal time

for blowing up the
car of a Florida judge.

So how close are
we on ballistics?

A hop, skip and a jump. Preuss'
membership in the gun club lapsed.

So there's no locker, no gun.

Did you check the
American Patriot Union office?

I didn't know they had one.

Well, a warrant would be nice.

So would probable cause.

Well, we could go talk to them,
but I doubt they'd open up to us.

What? You think
they'll talk to me?

Blonde hair. Blue eyes.

Hell, if you're lucky,
they'll put you on a poster.

Oh, gee, thanks.

I've been following
your website for years.

Whoever does your
artwork is brilliant.

It's out of the
Nashville office.

What was that article about defense
lawyers defiling the Constitution?

That blew me away.

That was Julian. Preuss.

He runs this office.

I'm new around here. I just left
the city after three miserable years.

That armpit. I don't know
how you lasted this long.

If I could get some
literature? Yeah.

I was thinking about getting
one of these. How do you like it?

There's a newer
model now. The 515.

But Julian says that
it's a waste of money.

My sister just bought one.
I can see what she thinks.

Maybe you can return it.

Hi, it's me.

Yeah, that new PDA that you
bought, was that a Palm 515?

'Cause my friend has a 105.

Of course I'm sure, it's
sitting here in plain view.

I lost her. She says you should
have splurged on the newer model.

What's going on here?

BRISCOE: Oh, just
collecting garbage.

I want to see a warrant. Plain
sight, baby, we don't need one.

Keep an eye on that desktop
until the paperwork gets here.

Yes, sir.

Julian Preuss bought
the exact model personal

organizer that was
stolen from Grodie.

He needed the software to
bypass Grodie's password

and download his files onto
the hard drive of his computer.

Get back to me when you
translate that into English.

Preuss has all of the
names and addresses

of Grodie's friends,
clients and associates.

That could translate into a hit
list for the American Patriot Union.

But we haven't actually
recovered Grodie's organizer?

No, but Grodie's law
partner has ID'd the files.

If he didn't take them, how'd
they end up on his computer?

This electronic shell
game, you understand it?

Yes.

Then charge him with murder two.

"Docket number 86661.
People v. Julian Preuss.

"Murder in the Second Degree.
Robbery in the First Degree."

How does your client
plead, Mr. Clemens?

(BOTH WHISPERING)

I don't have all day.

My client instructs
me to stand mute.

Mute?

He claims any response will
be an admission of jurisdiction.

Is he 730 material, Mr. Clemens?

Are you crazy?

No, Your Honor.

Swell. I'm entering a plea of not
guilty on the defendant's behalf.

People on bail?

Your Honor, not only did the defendant
ambush and murder an officer of this court,

but he's also a member
of a terrorist group.

I object.

So do I, Mr. Preuss. The
only difference is I'm allowed to.

Your Honor, Mr. Preuss has acquired
all of Mr. Grodie's personal files.

We believe that makes him a
threat to other innocent people.

The People ask for remand.

Do you want to
respond, Mr. Clemens?

Is there any point?

Actually, no.

Is this what I get?

Some liberal
hippie gypsy lawyer.

The court appreciates your
color commentary, Mr. Preuss.

And to show that appreciation,

not only am I going to grant the
People's request for remand without bail,

I'm also imposing special
administrative measures.

That means that pending trial
you will have no contact with anyone

except for the gypsy
fellow beside you.

No phone calls. No mail.

It looks like you should have gone
with your first instinct, Mr. Preuss.

You know, the one
about standing mute.

The SAM restrictions
weren't my idea.

JACK: Come on.

Well, I wish I could take credit,
but Taylor ruled sua sponte.

Personal or political?

Maybe a little bit of both.

(DOOR OPENING) Preuss'
attorney was dumbfounded.

She still is. Hello,
Jack. Serena.

You're representing Preuss?

You know, I had an opening in
my calendar and I said to myself,

"What the hell, why not
defend our Constitution?"

So here's my notice of appearance
on behalf of Julian Preuss.

You know what he is?

I know he deserves better
than some legal aid guy

who needs a refresher
course in civil rights.

I thought that you were
friends with Vance Grodie.

I was.

But if it doesn't bother
Preuss, it doesn't bother me.

Besides, this is
precisely the sort of case

that Vance Grodie
would have salivated over.

Representing a member of
a white supremacy group?

Representing a guy whose
civil rights have been obliterated

by some overzealous
government official.

You know what I hope?
What do you hope?

I hope you never gave Vance
Grodie your home address.

Oh, come on, Jack.

I'm bringing an order to show
cause tomorrow in Part 50

to vacate the special
administrative measures.

Have a good day.

Julian Preuss is accused
of a crime, Your Honor.

But that doesn't make
him Hannibal Lecter.

He's a member of a
group that's on the FBI's

watch list of domestic
extremist groups.

Excuse me, but doesn't
the First Amendment say

that he can congregate
with whomever he chooses?

You are kidding me, right?

I assure you, Your Honor, Mr. Preuss
did not steal Vance Grodie's organizer

in order to beef up
his Christmas card list.

Everyone in it is
potentially in danger.

I see. The prosecutor
reads minds now?

Sarcasm isn't helping
your cause, Ms. Melnick.

I'm sorry, Your Honor. The
law doesn't seem to be either.

Your Honor, this court has
taken away from my client

his First Amendment
right to expression,

his right to assist in his own
defense, his right to due process.

It is cruel and unusual to
bar a man not yet convicted

from all contact with
the outside world.

In most cases, yes, it is.

But because of your client's
potential threat to innocent people,

I am forced to uphold
Judge Taylor's ruling.

The special administrative
measures will remain in place.

Your Honor... Not
to worry, Counselor.

Your client still has the right

to your insightful repartee.

(BANGS GAVEL)

Hello, Jack.

Okay, let's talk turkey.

What are you up to?

And don't give me that party line
about Preuss being a threat to society.

When you argue, I have this
compulsive need to argue back.

Really?

Have you seen the
way he's being treated?

Haven't had the pleasure.

Let me tell you, you
wouldn't last 15 minutes.

I didn't gun down a
member of the bar.

And you're so sure he did?

How else did he get the
files from Grodie's organizer?

I don't know. Maybe it
was taken by an associate?

Who also drives a blue Chevy and
sends letters from Suffolk County?

Come on, Jack.
Let's be reasonable.

Unless Preuss memorized
Grodie's phone book,

there's nothing he
could have told anyone.

Now, that's a good point. Perhaps you
should have raised that with Judge Lusky.

Oh, nice.

You know, I love you, Jack.

But you are really
pissing me off.

What can I get you?

A Kevlar vest. A D.A. was
murdered in Florida last night.

His name was Mark Featherstone.

I never heard of him.

He was a friend and classmate of
Vance Grodie's from Georgetown.

Tell me it's a coincidence.

His claim to fame was that he
prosecuted Stephen LeClerk,

who was the founder of
the American Patriot Union,

currently serving 25-to-life.

Did you call the FBI?

There's more.

Featherstone was vacationing at
his fishing cabin in North Carolina.

And his address is
on Grodie's organizer.

Could this fella Preuss have
passed along Featherstone's address

before we arrested him?

Grodie's organizer was breached just
a few hours before Preuss was arrested.

The cops are pretty sure

that Preuss didn't have any contact
with anyone during that time period.

And the computer technicians are sure
that they would have found an e-mail.

Featherstone's wife told us only those
closest to him knew where the cabin was.

No one in his office
even knew about it.

So somehow Preuss
is calling the shots

even though he's
separated from the world

by a couple of tons
of steel and concrete.

That's unlikely. He would have had to
have memorized Featherstone's address.

Featherstone did
convict his fearless leader.

If there was one address
he was going to focus on...

You know, I've stayed in a
lot of fishing cabins in my time

and they all have
addresses like 3 Trout Lane.

50 Brook Road.

Good theory, but the only
one to have contact with Preuss

since he was jailed
is Danielle Melnick.

Well, let's take a look at her.

Hold on, Arthur. Danielle and I
have been friends for 20 years.

Your point being?

She was philosophically opposed
to the SAM restrictions, Jack.

And she would not
knowingly break the law.

Why don't I just ask her?

That will give her the
chance to cover her tracks.

Why don't we see what we can do

about getting a wire in
the counsel room at Rikers

before we rush to
judgment either way.

Great plan. Only there's a little
thing called attorney-client privilege.

Not when the attorney becomes
a conspirator, there's not.

Danielle Melnick?

Preuss had no other
visitors than Ms. Melnick.

We had all of the corrections
officers take lie detector tests.

If Preuss ordered the hit on
Featherstone, he did it with her help.

You do realize, of course, if this
eavesdrop doesn't bear any fruit,

the violation of
attorney-client privilege

will probably be
cause for dismissal.

There are a lot of names
in Grodie's organizer.

We're willing to take the risk.

It's your career, Counselor.

MELNICK: The file is right there
on your hard drive, Mr. Preuss.

There's not much that
we can do with that.

PREUSS: We'll find
somebody to say it's not.

I will not suborn perjury.

Then we'll get an expert
witness to say that I was framed.

That the government
put it there. Look, Julian...

You're my lawyer, right?

You're supposed to believe me.

Yes, but I have to be
able to keep a straight face

when I present
your case in court.

The FBI has been
all over us for years.

I'm guessing they weren't the
biggest fans of Mr. Grodie either.

Add it up, they kill him,
put his info on my computer.

It's two birds in one stone.

Well,

now you're getting warmer.

I mean, at least with that one I
won't get laughed out of the courtroom.

I know somebody.
He's a computer genius.

He'll prove my story is true.

Here.

Take this name and
address to John Burke.

The man who knows your
contact in North Carolina?

That's right. He'll
take care of everything.

SERENA: I don't like this
any more than you do, Jack,

but Danielle was
playing messenger boy.

She did it once. She's
about to do it again.

You're jumping to conclusions.

She violated a judge's order.

And you're
splitting hairs. Am I?

What if the first note
said Mark Featherstone?

What if it said 50 Brook Road?

What if it said he wanted a
case full of Snickers bars?

I think we owe it to Mark
Featherstone to find out what it did say.

I'm gonna call Van Buren.

No.

I'll take care of it.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Ever hear of the
telephone? I know it's late.

Yeah, come in.

Do you know why I'm here?

No. Your golden
retriever threw you out?

Mark Featherstone.

Who?

His address was on
Vance Grodie's organizer.

He was an A.D.A. in Florida.

Yeah, so?

He was murdered.

What?

I know Preuss
used you, Danielle.

Jack.

And he's doing it
again. Wait, wait, wait.

We have you on tape.

At Rikers, your last
meeting with Preuss.

Wait a minute. Just
wait a minute, Jack.

The man gave me an address.
That does not necessarily...

My God, my God.

Jack, you know that I
would never knowingly...

You did violate the special
administrative measures.

Because it was wrong.

God!

I'll let you surrender yourself.

You're charging me?

Tomorrow morning.

Jack.

Jack, it's me. Please.

Please...

Take care of yourself, Danielle.

CLERK: "Docket number 86904,
People v. Danielle Rose Melnick.

"Conspiracy in the First Degree,
Manslaughter in the Second Degree."

Ms. Melnick pleads not guilty.

In the strongest
possible terms, not guilty.

I'm taking you off the
Preuss case, Ms. Melnick.

Your Honor, there's no
motion before this court.

I'm just following what the Eastern
District did to Shargel in that Gotti mess.

You can't represent your client and
conspire with him at the same time.

I assume the People
aren't looking for bail.

These are serious
allegations, Your Honor.

The defendant was
recorded conspiring to violate

the special administrative
measures imposed by this very court.

Prior leaks have already
led to at least one murder.

Ms. Southerlyn.

The People are fine
with ROR, Your Honor.

So ordered.

(BANGS GAVEL)

I had to ask for bail.

Just out of curiosity, what
number did you have in mind?

I was going to leave
that up to Judge Taylor.

Look, Jack, neither of us can
know what was in her head.

Jack.

You're not supposed
to be talking to me.

Do you want to have
your lawyer join us?

That's not what I'm
not talking about.

I'm talking about the guilt that should
accompany the royal screwing of a friend.

The eavesdrop wasn't my idea.

Do you honestly think that I
purposely relayed information?

Of course not.

But you must have known
you were playing with fire.

You're saying I was reckless?

Or stupid.

That's great. This is great.

Maybe I'll use you as
my character witness.

If Preuss played you, Danielle,
you can do something about it.

Just tell me everything
that went on at Rikers.

Why bother? You
have it all on tape.

You know what I'm talking about.

Yeah, I do.

And I'm not going to breach
attorney-client privilege.

Your client is responsible
for two deaths that we know of.

Not until 12 citizens say he is.

Come on, Jack,

we'd only be pretending
to look for justice

if a client cannot
have absolute faith

in the sanctity of his
communications with his attorney.

He used you to kill somebody.

I know that.

And I hate him, but...

It's the principle.

You're damn right.

And if you don't see
that, I never knew you.

It's ironic.

I'm going to risk
everything I have

to defend the rights of a man
who may have killed Vance Grodie.

(LAUGHS)

And you know something?

That is exactly what
Vance would have done.

Everything still out there
that's supposed to be?

I take it Ms. Melnick
declined our invitation.

I had a hard time pushing
her. I can see her side of it.

Ah, she waived the Bill of
Rights in your face, did she?

Well, we can't let lawbreakers
use the right to counsel

to facilitate their crimes.

The Constitution's
not a suicide pact.

Justice Jackson.

Oh, I know, you're
more of a Brennan man.

Slippery slope
and all that guff.

Times change, Jack,
the pendulum swings.

And law-abiding people
get clocked along the way.

You know, back in New Haven,

there was this fella,
name of Thornhurst.

Is he any relation to... Yup.

That's him, sitting as Chief
Justice in the Fifth Circuit.

His old man was the Secretary
of State under somebody.

You ran in the
right circles, Arthur.

Well, it turns out he had a hell of
a time with his Bankruptcy class.

Son of a gun worked his
butt off and still got an F.

It doesn't seem
to have hurt him.

Thing is, that F was about
to keep him from graduating.

But one of his good buddies goes to
the professor with a whale of a story.

Thorny's old man has
heart trouble, he said.

And if his first born doesn't
graduate, then who knows?

In other words, he lied.

Those would be
the precise words.

Long story short, the
professor found his own heart,

he upped the grade to a D,

Thorny graduated,
apple of his old man's eye.

I love a happy ending,
Arthur, but didn't you just

change the subject in the
middle of our conversation?

You tell me.

Have a good night.

What's he doing here?
Where's my other lawyer?

She's no longer
representing you, Mr. Preuss.

She can't do that without my
okaying it. And I know that much.

In most situations,
that's right.

And this has evolved into
anything but the typical situation.

As your initial
counsel of record,

Mr. Clemens has agreed
to sit in on this meeting.

Don't worry, I'll get a real
lawyer before we go to trial.

I appreciate that.

That'll be fine if you
still want to go to trial.

Why wouldn't I?

Because Ms. Melnick
told us everything.

She confessed to communicating
with your associate Mr. Burke.

And we are in the process
of negotiating a deal with her

for conspiracy to commit murder.

You believe her?

More than I believe
you, Mr. Preuss.

Lawyers!

You are turning this great
country into a cesspool. For what?

He set me up.

He sent that Jew lawyer in
here all along planning to trap me.

That's got to be illegal.

Sure, I can argue that at
trial. Although you'll have to...

Shut up.

What are you offering?

One count of Conspiracy
in the First Degree.

One count of Manslaughter
in the First Degree.

Is Ms. Melnick
getting the same deal?

On the conspiracy, yes.

Sentences to run concurrently?

Why not?

It's a good deal.

If he allocutes that Danielle Melnick
acted without any criminal intent.

Oh, I see what's going on
here. Do you think I'm stupid?

The jury's still out
on that, Mr. Preuss.

Choice A, you go to
jail for the rest of your life

and Ms. Melnick
goes for 15 years.

Choice B, you're eligible
for parole in 12 and a half.

And she walks?

Your decision.

Of course he took the deal.

People like that, their
hate only goes so far.

Their self-interest goes
a hell of a lot further.

One might even say there was a
little cause and effect going on in there.

Judge Lusky has agreed to drop
all of the charges against Danielle.

The Bar Association
Review Board will...

Name an award for her.

How many other lawyers would risk what
she did for the sake of client privilege?

Remind me to never
play poker with you, Jack.

You should have
seen him in action.

Told a couple of
whoppers, did you?

What's a whopper when
it helps a good buddy?

That's what I always say.

(PHONE RINGING)

Mr. Branch's office.

Where?

What happened?

Melnick was waiting
for the elevator.

We're still trying
to piece it together.

Building security caught her trying
to leave through the parking garage.

She was a traitor to America.

Traitor!

Better be careful, Jack. Looks
like it's open season on lawyers.