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What we have here is the same scenario
as Andrea Cornish.

Would you agree?

So where's all the news trucks?

Your basic uptown
misdemeanor homicide.

What kind of knife was
used in this attack?

One with a single-edged,
non-serrated blade...

...approximately 5 inches in length.

Something like this one?

Yes.

And what about this wound
on the defendant's hand?

That cut is the result of his hand
slipping from the handle of the knife...

...onto the blade of the knife
in the act of stabbing her.

Your witness.

Dr. Chester...

...did you hear Mrs. Weiss ask you
the total number of wounds?

No.

Me neither. I wonder why that is.

Perhaps because we can see them.

We can, that's true,
and they're hard to look at...

- ...but how many are there?
- Twenty-two.

And what does that tell you?

It tells me she was stabbed 22 times.

That's all?
Such a great number of wounds?

Some would say
it indicates a crime of passion.

That it was personal?

That the killer had something
against the victim?

Some would say.

But not me because
I've seen it both ways.

This cut is very important
to the state's case.

Any chance you could be mistaken
about what caused it?

Nope.

Have you ever made a mistake
that sent an innocent man to prison?

No.

Arthur Metz didn't go to prison because
of your testimony at his trial?

- You don't remember him?
- No, I do.

So you remember
that Mr. Metz was later exonerated...

...based on a reexamination
of your findings?

My findings were
disputed, not disproven.

I didn't say disputed or disproven,
but whatever we wanna call it...

- ...Mr. Metz is now a free man.
- Unless he's back in prison...

- ...for some other crime.
- He's not back in prison for some other crime.

And wasn't in prison for some other crime
before your testimony put him there.

- It wasn't a mistake.
- The appellate court disagreed.

It had a different interpretation.

That's all we're talking about,
a different interpretation...

...to avoid you having to come back...

...like you had to with Mr. Metz.

Everything that goes on
in there is important.

How Naz sits, what he wears,
what his eyes say...

...who's there to support
him, who isn't.

I know it's not easy to look at those pictures,
but the jury has to, and so do you.

You can't get up and leave like that.

An animal did that.

Yeah. You're right.

Did I raise an animal?

What?

He wants to talk to you.

If you get a call with the ID
unavailable, it's probably him.

- I promise, it's not that at all.
- Yes, it is.

Listen...

Are you happy now?

We talked to our lawyer.

He said we won't get the cab back
no matter what.

We're buying a new one.

An old new one.

That's great.

It's ours. Not yours.

What are you talking about?
It's mine too.

No.

The car we can't get back is yours,
not this one.

This one is mine too.

A third of the medallion is mine.

You cannot operate any car without me.

So sell us your third.

- You don't have the money.
- You don't have the money for anything.

We have the money. We can get the money.
It will solve your problems.

You want it?

I want what is right.

Us working together, like always.

No.

- Okay.
- Okay, good, 75,000.

It's worth 250,000.

Why would I do that?

Because that's all
we are going to pay.

And it will take us
years to work that off.

I'll sell it to someone else.

We are not going to work
with some deadbeat.

Someone who pays the full price
is a deadbeat and you're not?

We didn't put us here.
You did, your son.

Look what he has done to all of us.

To all of us.

You're thieves.

I don't do business with thieves.

You are the father of a killer.

What's that?

It's a photo of the defendant's back
taken at the precinct...

...approximately an hour
after he was arrested.

Detective, could those scratches simply
be the result of, I'll say, lovemaking...

- ...in your opinion?
- Well, I don't know.

But I can tell you a considerable amount
of his skin was found under her fingernails.

Other than that, you should ask Cupid.

- You okay?
- Yeah, no problem.

You're doing great.

Hey, isn't that the guy on the news?

His daughter was
killed by that cabbie?

Stepdaughter.

Did you know her?

No.

He must be pretty broken up, huh?

What business is that of yours?

I'm just saying.

Pick up the pace a bit.

I'm always here.

Whatever you need.

- Hey.
- So he's got a Visa, MasterCard...

...and Amex, all maxed.

If he files for bankruptcy,
it'll be the third time.

I appreciate this.

Criminal records I can get,
credit cards, they're tough.

Yeah. I took a look at yours.

I'm kidding.

Oh, I also ran across this.

You may wanna talk to her.

My first husband was a deadbeat too.

Guess I've got a type.

Yeah. My wife's got a type.

I'm not it.

Look, I'm not stupid.
I knew what he wanted.

And I knew what I wanted.

He was young,
good-looking, I have money.

Guess you could call that some kind
of prostitution...

...but worked for us.

Until the night I had to call 911
with his hands around my throat.

Really?

Cops were quick, thank God.

- Did you press charges?
- Oh, yeah.

They hauled him off.

Next time I saw him
was across a conference table...

...with the divorce lawyers,
both of whom I was paying for...

...since he didn't have
a dime to his name.

Mine said,
"Jeannie, do you wanna save some money?

Give him 200 grand and walk away."

Best legal advice I ever got.

You know why divorce is so expensive?

Because it's worth it.

Right.

You know what he does?

A personal trainer, apparently.

I mean, his real line of work.

He's a trapeze artist.

Swings from one old bag to another.

Don't sell yourself short.

I'm not.

It was a joke.

How you doing?

I'm fine.

Don't say it.

How often did you buy amphetamines
from the defendant?

They were just Adderall.

Which we know now from earlier testimony
is stronger than your average amphetamine.

How often did you buy it from him?

Just mainly at finals.

Mainly.

So at other times too?

No, just then
and, you know, maybe at midterms...

...project deadlines...

...maybe once in a while for a party.

So a lot.

You were his only customer?

No. There were, you know,
some other friends.

What did he charge?

Ten dollars for a 10-milligram.

You know where he got them?

I think he had a prescription.

You know what he paid
to have it filled?

No.

Ten-dollar co-pay...

...insurance paid the rest.

So at his cost of 25 cents each,
the $10 he was charging you...

...comes to a 3900
percent profit for him.

What's your major in college, Amir?

Business.

Do you know what Mr. Khan's is?

Business.

Which of you, would you say,
is learning the most?

I'm done.

I'm going to bed.

Night night.

Fucking cat.

Hey, Gooden.

Hey. Come here. Gooden.

I have no idea who that is.

Hey! Gooden, come over here!

- Come here.
- Hold on.

I wanted to show you something.

Check it out. No more sandals.

How about that?

That's cool.

I gotta go.

Wait, Gooden.

I wanna come over later
and give you something.

- What?
- A cat.

Dad, I don't want a cat. I want a pit.

You don't want a pit.

Look, I gotta go, all right?

Tell your mom about the cat.

Huh.

Gate!

Come on.

Let's go.

How is he?

He's fine.

I'm so worried about him.

He's fine.

He didn't even look down
to see how Diaz landed.

He just walked off
like he was going to class.

Did you talk to him?

Yeah. I grabbed him, said,
"What you do that for?"

What did he say?

Nothing.

He just looked at me.

- Looked at you how?
- Like nonreactive.

Like he had no idea what he'd done?

In that neighborhood.

Your witness.

This incident took
place not long after 9/11.

How would you describe the mood
of the student body at that time?

For want of a better
word, I'd say patriotic.

Okay. And in this
patriotic atmosphere...

...how would you say
the Muslim students fared?

It was tough on them, I'll be honest.

- Racist comments, taunts, that kind of thing?
- Yeah. But Khan was the only one at school...

...who sent two students to
the hospital because of it.

Two...

His first week back
after the suspension for the stairs thing...

...he threw a full Coke can
at a kid in the cafeteria.

Twelve stitches.

In his face.

Thank you.

Mrs. Weiss.

The state rests, Your Honor.

There you go.

That's good. Come on.

- You okay?
- Ahhh.

- Yeah.
- You sure?

No, no, no.

No, that— Take it. Just take it.

Where you going?

Hey!

Hey! Hey. What—? What the—?

You think you're invisible?

The invisible man?

You talk to my coworkers,
my friends, my ex...

...and you don't think
I'll find out about it?

Seriously, get this off of me.

Maybe I should have a little talk
with your ex-wife?

- Or your son?
- Uhn!

At that artsy-fartsy school of his.

Oh, shit.

Fuck.

They are strong swimmers,
able to cross rivers five miles wide.

The river offers this tiger a place
to bathe, hunt or rather, fish...

You talk to her?

No.

You see that, right?

That's recording us,
and it will be used in court.

How do you think that's gonna come on?

"She was nice, I liked her,
but I killed her anyway."

Detective, what made you so sure
so quickly Nasir Khan was your man?

The mountain of evidence.

So why bother questioning him?

Sometimes a suspect wants nothing more
than to confess.

- Did he?
- No.

So that's when you charged him,
when you left the room?

- No.
- Why not?

Sometimes the suspect needs time
to think things through.

So you gave him time,
and he's sitting in the squad pen...

...awaiting transfer downtown.

That's when he confessed?

If he had, we wouldn't be here.

So after the arrest...

...you gave him the opportunity
to confess, and he didn't.

Then 12 hours later, after you gave him
the opportunity to think, he didn't confess.

Then when the DA gave him the
opportunity to accept just 15 years...

...instead of a possible life
sentence, he didn't confess.

I don't know, 15 years sounds
like a good deal to me...

...what with a mountain of evidence,
don't you?

I'll take evidence over a confession
any day of the week.

Thank you, detective.

Hey. How you doing?

Huh?

Yeah.

Oh, fuck.

Come on, let's go. Come on.

Oh!

All right, okay.

You stay in there.

All right.

You know, I was thinking since
you were so right on the money...

...with my eczema...

...maybe you have something
for my asthma?

Get rid of your cat.

Maybe some kind of root or fish oil
or something I could try?

Get rid of your cat.

I don't wanna get rid of my cat.

Mr. Cutler,
what do you do for a living?

I'm a waiter.

Any other sources of income?

Occasionally I acquire
things for friends.

Would these occasional acquisitions
include pharmaceuticals?

Occasionally.

- Is the defendant one of your friends?
- No.

What about Andrea?

Yes.

Did she visit you on October 24th
wanting to acquire something?

A quarter gram of K and six Mollies.

K, ketamine? Mollies, ecstasy?

- Yeah.
- And did you—

I won't say sell.
—provide them to her?

Yeah.

Something like this for the ketamine?

Could have been.

Thank you.

I sit there every day.
I watch you fight for me.

I think, "Why is she doing this?"

It's not for money because you're
not getting paid, I'm sure.

At least not much.

It's my job.

And it's your right.

Is that all?

Yeah.

My dad's the only person in the world
who believes me.

Your mother does too.

No.

Well...

...I do.

Fuck.

Officer.

Thank you.

- This for Law & Order?
- What?

Is this for Law & Order?

- I do a lot of props like this for them.
- Yeah, yeah, Law & Order.

Yeah?

I'm at the copy place.

Living la vida loca of
a high-priced attorney.

- I'm waiting for them.
- I'm doing them.

He's doing them.

Okay? All right.

All right. Bye.

I don't know.

Production assistants
are usually younger than you.

Can you tell us, Dr. Katz,
what this photograph is?

That's one of the drawers of the bar cabinet
on the parlor level of the brownstone.

And we can see that its contents
are a corkscrew...

...a nutcracker,
some cocktail napkins...

...some swizzle
sticks, and two knives.

They look similar to this one.

They're more than similar.
They're identical.

They're all part of the same set.

As is the missing one.

The— Excuse me. The what?

These knives are sold in sets of four.
Can't buy them any other way.

One is missing.

Couldn't it be somewhere in the house?

- I checked everywhere. Not there.
- If this missing knife was there...

...presumably, it could cause
the same wounds as this one?

Oh, of course.

Dr. Katz, would you agree
with the medical examiner...

...this was a defensive wound?

No, because it isn't.

That wound was made
before the attack...

...when the defendant and the victim
were playing a game.

A game?

You know, like...

Please.

Mumblety-peg?

I— I don't know.
Is that what it's called?

- Okay.
- Okay, but I mean, I don't play that game.

I mean, who does? But if you did,
wouldn't you put your hand this way?

- Palm down.
- Not necessarily.

It seems more natural,
if you ask me...

- ...if anything about this could be natural.
- It was natural for her...

...this way.

And she had played that before.

You can see the scars
in Dr. Chester's own photographs...

...on her hands and elsewhere on her body.
Self-inflicted wounds.

Why would anyone do that?

Everyone knows it's not uncommon
among troubled people.

But still, how can you be certain this wound
happened somewhere other than the bedroom?

Because of her skin cells in one
of the gouges of the coffee table.

Really? You saw that
in the crime scene unit's report?

No. They didn't notice...

...or at least they didn't note these
skin cells, but they're in the table.

So if this is how this wound occurred
during this game...

...that could explain how the victim's blood
came to be on this knife?

Yes.

- This is the basement level.
- Correct.

- What's this?
- The front gate.

I notice it's ajar.

It's ajar because it doesn't close.
It hasn't for years.

The rust on the latch shows that.

- And this?
- The front basement door, which does close...

...but the detectives noted
that it was unlocked...

...as was a second-story window
on the garden side.

Would it be possible for an intruder
to get to that window...

- ...being a level up from the garden?
- Yes, there's a tree right there.

- This tree? Okay.
- Mm-hm.

But how do you know it's scalable?

Because I scaled it, easily,
and I'm pushing 70.

You don't look it.

I feel it sometimes.

While you were scaling this tree
to the second-floor window...

...could you see the
basement-level kitchen?

No.

What if you came through the gate and
the door that was unlocked and went up?

You could see in the kitchen then
since they're on the same level.

No. I took a picture of this.

That shows what you see of the kitchen
from the staircase.

What kitchen?

Exactly. What kitchen?

Thank you, Dr. Katz.

Your witness, Mrs. Weiss.

Dr. Katz, it's a pleasure to meet you.

And you.

Me? Okay, thank you.

But I'm not famous like you are.

I'm not famous.
No pathologist is famous.

Maybe— Maybe I'm known in certain
professional circles, but that's about it.

No one recognizes you on the street?

If they do, maybe they saw my picture
on the back of one of my books.

Or on TV?

Since you've testified in a lot of high-profile,
sometimes televised trials.

But in pathology,
fame plays no part, does it?

Whether you're a New York City
medical examiner like Dr. Chester...

...who no one recognizes
on the street...

...or an expert witness for O.J.
Simpson.

Objection.

To what?

It's a compliment.

Overruled.

Is Dr. Chester,
unknown as he may be to the public...

...a good pathologist?

Since I'm under oath, I'd have to say,
not in my opinion.

You disagree with him?
Not only about the victim's hand wound...

...but also...

...what he said about this knife wound
on the defendant's hand?

I do. Because it's
not a knife wound...

...caused by his hand slipping
from the handle onto the blade.

It was cut on a piece of glass
from the broken door pane.

So he doesn't know
what he's talking about?

I'd like to find a
nicer way to put it.

How about like this?

"Dr. Chester is a modern day giant
in the field of forensic pathology.

We'd all be well-advised
to try to emulate his wisdom...

...and scientific exactitude."

You know who said that?

Me.

- Where?
- A testimonial dinner.

Your praise sounds so sincere.

- Are you saying it wasn't?
- You're asked to speak about someone...

...do you embarrass them
by saying what you really think?

You could decline to speak.

But that would have embarrassed him
just as much.

So, what were you really thinking up
there in front of all those people...

...saying things you didn't believe to
be true in such a convincing manner?

Honestly?

Dessert.

The knife you described
as missing from its set...

...do you know when it was bought?

No, but I know it couldn't
have been later than 2008...

...since that's when that model
was discontinued.

I bought my husband
an electric drill...

...with an array of two
dozen drill bits in 2008.

Admittedly,
not the most romantic birthday gift...

...but he's a happy putterer.

Well, so am I. I'd find it romantic.

- My point is—
- I think we already know.

Dr. Katz, we've both been doing
what we do for a long time...

...and it's put us in courtrooms
for too many days.

But as a result,
we know the rules of the court...

...and one of them
is you answer the questions I ask...

...not ones I don't.

Sure. Okay.

After six years,
how many of those 24 drill bits...

...do you think are
still in their case?

None of them.

None of them.

My husband has lost them all.

Then I know what you should get him
for Christmas.

He doesn't deserve it.

Okay. Now you can answer the question
I haven't asked...

...because you know what it is.

The missing fourth knife
could have been lost...

...or chewed up in the garbage disposal
or thrown out at some point in time.

And this.

This wound on the victim's hand,
which occurred, you say...

...during a game
none of us would wanna play.

But if we did, if you did...

...do you really think, as the
blood is running down your arm...

...and pooling on the table...

...you'd feel like having sex?

Or would you rather wanna be rushed
to the emergency room?

Personally, the emergency room...

...but I understand
there were a lot of drugs involved.

Okay. Thank you, Dr. Katz.

It really has been a
pleasure meeting you.

I'm confused.

Is this yours?

- Yeah.
- Because it's gone now.

- It's not in evidence.
- I don't have it anymore.

I know you don't have it anymore.

You left it there,
but they should have it.

Well, I had it.
They took it to The Tombs.

How could you have had
it then if it's here?

Oh, because he gave it back to me
that night.

In the squad room.

Who did?

The detective.

Box?

- Excited about the big night?
- Thrilled.

- Can I help you with that?
- You can move. That'd help.

Do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth and nothing but the truth?

Yes.

Detective, welcome back.

I heard you're about to retire.

I heard that too.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

- How long has it been?
- Thirty-three years.

Well, you'll be sorely missed by colleagues,
I'm sure. And by us, the public, too.

We thank you for your service.

Can you tell us, in your investigation,
how many suspects you interviewed?

One, the defendant.

Not Trevor Williams?

Yeah.

This towelhead.

He was a witness, so yes, of course,
I spoke to him.

As a result of that,
you didn't do any follow-ups?

Nothing to follow up.

You didn't interview Duane Reade?

Someone at Duane Reade?

An individual named Duane Reade.

Is that a joke?

No, but I'm sure he gets that a lot.
He was with Mr. Williams...

...when he had words with the defendant
and Miss Cornish outside her home that night.

- But you didn't interview him?
- Mr. Williams said he was alone...

...so, no, I didn't interview anyone
he wasn't with.

So you're unaware of Mr. Reade's
numerous convictions for aggravated assault?

- What about Royal Day?
- Who's he?

A friend of Duane Reade's?

The other eyewitness.

Mr. Caval, who lives across the street
who called in the break-in...

...was the other eyewitness.

No, he's another eyewitness,
but, like Mr. Reade, not the only other one.

You didn't interview Mr. Day?

Again, I don't interview people
I don't know about.

You know about him. You've seen him.
In the security tapes at the Shell station.

He too had an unpleasant encounter with
the victim and defendant that night.

You sure you didn't interview him?

Asked and answered.

In your 19 years in Homicide,
how many crime scenes have you worked?

I don't know.
Three hundred, give or take.

And at these 300, give or take,
crime scenes...

...at any crime scene,
it's important, isn't it...

...that evidence is examined,
photographed, cataloged...

...and carefully stored?

Obviously.

What's that?

An asthma inhaler.

Any idea where it is?

- You'd have to ask him.
- Who?

The defendant. I gave it to him.

What he did with it, I wouldn't know.

I'm sorry, you gave it—?

Yeah. Should I say it again?

I'm trying to understand this.

You're saying you took
it from the scene...

- ...and gave it to him?
- Right.

Why?

Because he needed it.

He was distressed.
He was having trouble breathing.

Instead of taking him
to the hospital...

...which is how it's supposed to work
when that happens...

...you removed evidence
from the crime scene?

Yes, I did. Because it had
been photographed and logged...

...so there was no reason not to.

Other than it runs counter
to standard rules and practices...

...regarding chain of evidence
and is grossly unprofessional?

Which, with 33 years' experience,
you'd certainly know.

He was suffering.

My apologies
for trying to lessen his suffering.

That's why you did it?

Not because it didn't fit?

I really don't know what that means.

If the glove doesn't
fit, you must acquit.

An inhaler doesn't fit how we picture
a crazed killer trying to stab someone...

...22 times between
hits off his Ventolin.

No. That's not why.

I told you why.

I'm not saying
you consciously thought about it.

I'm wondering if maybe
it was subconscious.

If you were having doubts about
his guilt from the beginning.

- Subconscious?
- Mm-hm.

Well, if one could describe what
goes on in their subconscious mind...

...it wouldn't be
subconscious, would it?

So I guess there's no
way for us to know.

Unless you got Freud out there
waiting to be called.

Mrs. Weiss.

I have no questions.

- Hey!
- Hey!

Whoo!

What I'm gonna do now?

Shit is all fucked up now.

Shit was going good too.

The fuck he do that for?
He ain't had to do nothing but sit.

You, his moms did everything.

I didn't know him any better than you.
I don't know.

There goes the party train.

- Hey!
- Hey!

Off duty.
Like you are most of the time.

That's it.

Just kidding. Hey, we got you—

We got you something else.

- There you are.
- Yeah.

Here we go!

Thank you.

You got something you wanna tell me?

About Petey?

Yeah.

The only pleasure I had...

...is knowing
how much of a pound of flesh...

...both of you clowns have had to pay
for your decisions.

...tell me your feelings is done...

Yo, I need a new one.

I don't know why.
But I don't know why other...

I don't understand why both of you
spend all this time wasting my air...

...talking about
how you could've gotten it done.

You didn't.
Why didn't you get it done?

I can't even give you
an honest answer why...

Oh, okay. Well, then...

Hey! Back up, man!

Back up!

Hey, watch it!

- Hey!
- Fuck!

Send a squad to the annex.

Squad to the annex.

Send a squad. I see blood.

When you don't pay bills,
they cancel your phone.

Send a squad to the annex.
Send a squad now.

...they charge you something.

Okay? These are the things that happen
when you don't pay your bills.

- I— I've never had—
- What's the mystery?

What's taking you so long?

And if someone had come
to my home and taken it...