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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.

He wants to
video-conference
New Zealand? Great!

Why do we have to
come in at 6:00 a.m.?

To stand in
the back and wave.

I mean, they don't
have to come in early.

They're staying late.
It's 1:00 a.m. in Auckland.

No, they're across
the date line.

It's 1:00 a.m.
yesterday.

What's the rush?

Actually,
it's 1:00 a.m. tomorrow.

So we're already
too late.

I just got out of bed
for nothing.

Oh, my God.

No purse.
No identification.
No clothes.

But it is a nice
compact crime scene.

We're gonna have
to take numbers.

Rey, what do you see?

Looks like a bullet
went in behind the ear.
No exit wounds.

I make her 25,
maybe a little older.

Can you roll
her prints now?

We gotta get
started on the ID.

Sure. Soon as
somebody leaves.

I got you some Polaroids.
Pretty life-like.

Other fellow said you
wanted the sign-in log.

Oh, thanks.
So, what time do
you start using this?

Anybody comes
in the building
after 8:00 p.m.,

he has to sign in.

All night till
6:00 in the morning.

How about signing out?

They never
have to sign out.

So if she came in
before 8:00 last night,

you'd have
no record of her?

Not unless she
walked in like that.

Then somebody
might remember.

Thanks, and if
the shooter came in
before 8:00,

wouldn't be any
record of him either.

Well, at least one of them
probably worked here.
You got Polaroids?

Yeah. Excuse me.

How many offices are
there in this building?

Four hundred and seven.

Four hundred and seven.
I'll cancel lunch.

The M.E. had a look
at your Jane Doe.

She died
sometime last night.

Shot in the head
with a .25.

They happen to
say which .25?

We ran down the names
on the night sign-in.
Only two women.

We reached them both
by phone.

How about the killer?

If he signed in,
he didn't mark his
name with a star.

Her prints don't
come up with a hit.

There's nothing
at Missing Persons.

So you've got two weeks
before the M.E.

ships her off to
potter's field.

To be buried by convicts,
six to a grave?

Young woman like that,
somebody's gonna
come looking for her.

You gonna sit
and wait for them?

Hey, we'll knock on doors.

She came to that building
to see somebody,

or somebody came
to see her.

Four hundred and seven doors?

Start with the elevator.

You know,
people don't appreciate

what kind of improvements
we've made.

Hey, used to be
you'd ring to go
down at lunch time

and you'd wait around
for 10 minutes.

That CPU monitor
the system?

Now the elevators
are smart.

They know exactly
where to be at noon.

Yeah, the Stage Deli.

What we need to know,
Mr. Perkles,

is where that elevator...

That car.
Car three.

Where car three made
its last stop

before it went
down to the lobby
with a body in it.

Well, the car doesn't
remember where it was.

But I got my COS,
Car Out Of Service program.

You see,
whenever an elevator

isn't called
for 10 minutes,

it times out until
it's called again.

Let's see, car three
timed out at 3:07 a.m.

Went back on line
at 4:02.

Down button pushed on
thirty-one. 4:02 a.m.

My God. That's what
she looked like, huh?
After?

Do you remember
seeing her last night?

No. No, I don't think so.

What about your boss?

Well, Mr. Mack's in Tampa.
He left Monday.

Did you see anybody
up here last night?

I left early.

Right. Your boss
is in Tampa. Thanks.

Four hundred and six.

The music publisher
was closed yesterday.

Jewish holiday.
Bookkeeper didn't
recognize the picture.

There are five lawyers
in 3128.

They want the name
of the next of kin

so they can sue
the building for
inadequate security.

Nobody home.
Let's ask
the neighbors.

Oh. Uh...
They're back.
May I?

No, it's my friend, Brenda.
She loves policemen.

Yes, I'm a detective.

No,
the other one's
the cute one.

It's Brenda.
She'll call you back.

Who has the office
across the hall?

His name's Maslin.

But he's not
very friendly, though.

What does he do?
He's a CPA.

But he's got lots of
women going in and out
of that office, you know?

Good-looking ones, too.

Why don't you
go ask him?
He's not in.

Really? That's odd.
He's always in by now.

I'm leaving on vacation.
It's not that complicated.

So, getting ready
for your trip and all,

you didn't happen to
work late last night,
did you?

Yes. I was catching up on
quarterly tax reports.

I'm an accountant.

Right. That's why
so many beautiful women
come to visit you.

My accountant,
Manny Loper,

has to beat them off
with a stick.

I do a lot of models.

Their taxes.

I got one from
the Mason Agency,
and she told her friends.

Not a lot of CPAs
know when mascara

is allowable as
a business expense.

I've got a plane to catch.

We're just wondering,

how come you didn't
notice the elevator
you took to the lobby

had a naked dead girl
lying on the floor?

No, it didn't.

You rang the bell
at 4:02 a.m.

Car three responded.
Car three was the one
with the body in it.

You know all that?
Oh, yeah.

You see, nowadays
elevators are very smart,
Mr. Maslin.

People don't appreciate it.

My God.
She must have been
in the first elevator.

What do you mean,
the first?

I rang for an elevator,

then remembered
I'd left some books
in my office.

When I got back,
an elevator door
was just closing.

I pushed the button again,
and another one came.

She could have
been a model.

I say we get
his client list.

I don't think so.
Her body wasn't right.
It wasn't?

It was too short.
Her hips were too wide.

That's pretty
thorough work you did
at the crime scene, Rey.

I was just doing
my job, Lennie.

Yeah, right.
Mr. Perkles!

Okay, I got
all the reports.

You know, there was
another call on 31

a few minutes later.

You didn't tell us
that before.

You didn't ask.
I mean, I told you
what you asked.

You said car three
timed out about 3:00 a.m.

So it was used
a little before that,
right?

Yeah, 2:56. And I've
got two calls at 2:56
from the same floor.

One up and one down.

Looks like cars three
and five responded.

Well, that's it, Lennie.

Right. What?

You shoot somebody
in an elevator,

you gonna ride down
to the lobby with her,

or are you going to
go straight down...

While you send the body up
to the penthouse first.

Which floor got
the double call?

18.

Each of these offices
is rented separate.
Turnkey, short-term.

You want an office tomorrow,
you got one.

You're gone next week.

What else is new? So...

Was she here yesterday?

Somebody down the hall
said they saw her

coming out of
the bathroom around 6:00.

I'm done
at 5:30 though.

These guys' leases
give them me,

eight hours a day, period.

But she does
look like someone

I might have talked to
on the phone.

She looks like someone
you might've talked to
on the phone?

Yeah. An out-of-towner.

She called about 5:00.

Had an appointment here,
needed directions
from the hotel,

wanted to know
how much time to allow.

What hotel?

The Barrington.
She was new in town.

From somewhere
in the Midwest.

Oh, we talked
a little bit.

You talk about
who she was
coming here to see?

No, that didn't come up.

She asked about the black guys
that sell the handbags
in the street.

You know,
"Are they really Gucci?"

She...
She was really sweet.

I mean, this is awful.
I'm sorry.

Did she happen to mention
where in the Midwest
she was from?

Indiana. No, Wisconsin.

It was someplace like that.

Oh, I know.
The town had an Indian name.

Hiawatha.
No, it wasn't Hiawatha.
It was something.

I don't know,
but why don't you guys
check at the hotel?

Yeah,
we have guests
who look like that.

And we have guests
who look like you.

And we have guests
who look like him.
It's a big hotel.

And you could be
a tiny bit more helpful
if you tried.

I see a thousand faces
a day.

You got a printout
of your guests?

Yeah. But without pictures.

What about hometowns?

Yeah. There.

Thank you.

Marilyn Stocker,
Chicago.

You know,
that's an Indian name.

I think even
that receptionist

would have
remembered Chicago.

Oconomowoc, Wisconsin.

No. Mister Lester Korn.

Lucy Sullivan, Indiana.
Terre Haute.

No, that's French.

Consider the source.

You see a Lucy Sullivan
today?

How would I know?

What room is she in?

Yes, in there.
I saw her one or two times
when I was making the bed.

Did you make up
the bed today?

Yes. There was nobody there.

Yeah, just suitcases
and clothes.

You guys want to go in?

Yeah.

Subway map.
She was new in the city.

She wasn't afraid
to ride the subway.

What do you want?

Who are you?

I have some money.
You don't have to hurt me.

No, no, lady, look.
We're police.

Police?
What do you want?

We're investigating
the murder
of Lucy Sullivan.

I'm Lucy Sullivan.

Miss, would you
step out here
for a minute, please?

A woman was found
with no identification
on her.

Now, the trail
led us here.

And she looks like you.
She does?

My sister, Joanne,
she didn't come back
to the room last night.

There's only one of you
registered here.

We were saving
the surcharge.

Here.

We took that at
South Street Seaport.
That's me with Joanne.

When was
the last time
you saw your sister?

Is it her?

Why don't you
just get dressed?

No. If my sister is dead,
I want to know.

Oh, my God.

Joanne.

What happened?

That's her. Joanne.

I'm sorry.

This was our best time
together in years.

I'd always wanted
to come to New York
on a vacation.

I was so happy
when she showed up.

So you weren't
expecting her?

She knocked on my door
the first night and said,
"Room service."

Where was she living?

She moved a lot.

She traveled,
for some kind
of a sales job.

She told me it ended
and she was looking
for a new one.

That's where
she was going yesterday.

To a new job?

An interview.
I don't know where.

Weren't you worried
when she didn't come back?

There were a couple of nights
when she didn't come back.

She had a boyfriend.

Who?

I never met him.
She told me
he wasn't "MDR" yet.

That was our old joke.
When my parents were alive

and we were dating
in high school,
we would only bring home

the ones that were "MDR."
Mom and Dad Ready.

Some boys never were.

And those were
the ones Joanne liked?

Yeah.

Hotel phone records.
4:00 p.m. call

from the victim's room
to that office.

There have been 50 tenants
through that office
in the last year.

Half of them forget
to turn the keys in
when they leave.

Any calls to a boyfriend?

Nope. Nobody, ready for
Mom and Dad or not.

Is it just me,
or does it strike you odd
that Joanne Sullivan

happened to move into
her sister's hotel room
without registering?

Perfectly normal,
if you're on the run
from something.

No fixed address.
Mystery boyfriend.
Vague job.

Here we go.
"Warrant out for the arrest
of Joanne Dunbar,

"a.k.a. Joanne Sullivan." Hmm.

That would explain
her discretion.

"Contact New Jersey
State Police.
Lieutenant Jeffrey London."

She's dead.
But you gotta look
on the bright side.

I get to come over here,
courtesy of the state
of New Jersey,

and tell you all about it.

You really ought to
try these potatoes.

Don't they have food
in New Jersey,
Lieutenant?

Yeah. But in New Jersey,
I gotta pay for it.

Well, I hate to bother you,

but you have
something for us?

Mmm-hmm.

Pictures.
Casino surveillance.

That's her husband,
Billy Dunbar.

All-around con man and
sometime blackjack dealer
in Atlantic City.

Who's the lady hiding
behind the scarf and
the dark glasses?

The late lamented.
That's the best
picture we have.

Dunbar's gonna have
to train somebody else
to handmuck with,

which shouldn't be hard.

He runs through
lots of wives
and girlfriends.

"Handmuck"?

Is that something
you do with girlfriends
in New Jersey?

Yeah, if you cheat
at blackjack.

Dunbar's wife sits down
at his table,

different nights,
different disguises.

She steals a card
from his deck
with his help,

sticks it in her hand
when she needs it,

hides the other card
in her pants.

Nice way to lower the odds.

Oh, yeah.
Casinos frown on it,

but the wise guys
who run some of
the places Dunbar's pulled

this stunt
really frown on it.

Here are the warrants.
Fraud, for your stiff
and Dunbar,

in case he shows up.

You have any idea
where he is?

Nope. But if he turns up dead,
give me a call, will you?

I really want to try
the soft-shell crab.

They want $800
to send her home.

But I don't know...
We don't have
any relatives left.

The man said
that I should
consider cremation.

I know this is
still a difficult time,

but we need you to
look at these pictures.

Did you find something?

Do you know who
killed Joanne?

Go ahead and
take a look
at these, okay?

Is that her?
That's Joanne.

Do you know
who this is?

Who, the dealer?

He was married
to your sister.

No, she wasn't married.

Actually, she was.

Last year,
in Atlantic City.

She was in trouble,
wasn't she?

I knew something
was wrong.

If only she'd told me.

Did you ever
see him with her?

No. Do you think
that he killed her?

We don't know.
He was her husband.

That's Mr. Johnson.

You know him?

Yeah, sure.
Except his hair
is different now.

It's a little bit more
George Clooney.

That's his office.

Well, is he in?

Well, I haven't
seen him around lately.

I mean, he owes
a month's rent, so...

What does he use
that office for?

Import-export.

I don't know
import what, export what.

It's locked.
I'll call CSU.

Do you think he
killed her in there?

Hey, do me a favor.

Would you mind just
standing over there,
please?

Hey, you know,
he always seemed
perfectly nice.

Oh, yeah. And on his lease
he gave a home address

that put him in
the middle of
the East River.

You didn't think
that was strange?

Well, I didn't go there.
Oh, wait a minute. Wait!

I got something.
In the vent.
.25 caliber bullet.

Like it slipped through
somebody's fingers

while they were
loading a gun.

Hey, I always get
butterflies just before
I shoot somebody.

I just remembered
something.

I took a message
for him the other day.
Does that help?

"Please call
Harry Shapiro.

"I'm interested in
your proposition."

I answered his ad
in the Wall Street Journal.

I did some research.
It looked to check out.

You're here to tell me
Johnson's a con man?

His real name is
William Dunbar.

That's not
a good sign, is it?

What was he selling?

Butter.
To Saudi Arabia.

Hey, Shapiro!

What, from an office
building in Midtown?

Well, they have to
buy it from somewhere.

In all those pictures
of sand and oil wells,

you never saw any cows,
did you?

His proposition
had nothing to
do with gambling?

It was a sure thing.
Government money.

The Dairy Export
Incentive Program.

You buy butter
at three grand a ton,

sell it overseas
for 2,500.

Uncle Sam pays you
the difference and
then some.

Keeps the farmers happy.

Johnson,
or whatever his name is,
had all the forms.

Do you know where
we can find him?

It just made me laugh,
you know?

Me, Harry Shapiro,

buying butter from farmers
and selling it to Arabs.

Dr. Shapiro...
Yeah.

He took me out to
dinner one night
to tell me all about it.

Afterwards,
I dropped him off
at his place.

Are you sure
this is okay?

We knocked on the door.
Nobody answered.

Don't you need
a search warrant
or something?

Or something.

Arrest warrant,
issued by the sovereign
state of New Jersey.

New Jersey?
When I go to
the Meadowlands,

I tear up
their parking tickets.

Give me the key.

Clear.

Nobody here.

Surprise, surprise.

I told you,
he hasn't been here.

Well, maybe he was
just being quiet.

I only seen him
a couple of times total.

He just moved in
last month.

If he did leave town,
he's traveling light.

You ever see
a Mrs. Dunbar
around here?

I only seen a woman once.

Couple of days ago,
she came walking
out of here at 8 a.m.

Yeah? This her?

Yeah, something like that,
only her hair was darker
and straighter.

You hear that, Rey?

Yeah. Look at this.

.25 caliber.
And this.

That's her.
And that's him with her.

The grieving sister,
Lucy Sullivan.

You said you never
heard of William Dunbar.

You told us
you didn't know
who that was.

You lied to us, Lucy.

Is that how people
behave in Terre Haute?

I don't know
what's going on here.

Here's what's going on.
You and William Dunbar.

You know what we think?

We think you knew
your sister's husband
real well.

No.
You know what else?

We traced your sister
to your hotel

because she
called that building
to ask for directions.

Now, why would she
need to call to ask

for directions to her
own husband's office?

I don't understand.

You know who might
need to call
for directions?

You. If you were
going over there

to meet Dunbar
for a little fun
and games.

But your sister,
she figured it out

and went over there,
too, right?

So what happen?
She walked in on you
with her husband?

No!
Then how did she
end up dead?

Let me guess.
Mom always liked her best?

This is it.
This is the gun that
killed your sister.

It's been tested.
I don't know
anything about guns.

Why don't you show us
how you did it?

Maybe it was
self-defense.

Maybe...
Maybe she was attacking you.

That's not what happened!

It didn't happen!

Miss Sullivan,
you might want
to see this fax.

A fingerprint team
was in your hotel room,

and they found
a very nice print

on the makeup mirror
that matches one in here.

A lot of people forget
to wipe down the magazine.

I want a lawyer.

Honey, you need one.

You're under arrest
for the murder
of Joanne Sullivan.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will

be used against you
in a court of law.

Sisters killing sisters.
I haven't seen that
for a week or two.

Good. There'll be
a place for this one
at Bedford Hills.

No witnesses,
no statement...

We can show motive,
access to the murder weapon.

Her fingerprint is
consistent with a partial
on the gun.

"Consistent."

Her lawyer's cranking up
his billable hours.

Motion to
suppress the gun

and the photograph of her
with her sister's husband.

Meaning her motive,

access to the murder weapon
and fingerprint.

We have the facts.

I think we'll
convince Judge Marks...

Nathan Marks?

Luck of the draw.

Make sure your airbags
are working.

I don't care
what some A.D.A.
agreed upon.

Next time you see me,
look at what's
on my shoulders.

It's a head, not a handle.
I don't rubber stamp.

You're late.
I'm sorry.

A 30-30 hearing was
delayed over in...

Never mind.

Miss Ross,

I believe we last
had the pleasure
when I was sentencing

some liar represented
by your ex-husband.

I've been meaning
to thank you.

Lovely blouse.
Rare to see single-ply
silk with that texture.

Must feel very nice.
Italian weave?

Chinese.
Ah. They're improving.

Your Honor...

Yes, Mr. Gillum?

If you're ready
to proceed?

Of course.

The police seized
the evidence in question

when they entered
William Dunbar's apartment

with an out-of-state
arrest warrant...

That had been
properly lodged with
a clerk of this court.

At most, they had
the right to ascertain

whether or not
William Dunbar
was present.

They had no right to
search beyond that.

One of the detectives
opened a closet door.
He saw the gun.

On a shelf
two feet over his head.

The issue here
is the plain view exception?

It is, Your Honor.

So we're going
to get a lot of diagrams

of room layouts
and sight lines,

and what was where
and who was standing
on top of what.

I can have them
by tomorrow.

And he'll come with
different diagrams,

and we'll all sit
around with rulers,
protractors.

I've got a better idea.
Let's go to the apartment.

All of us?

Yes. We'll have a picnic.

Mr. McCoy, bring your cops.

It was there.

Like that?
Just dangling on
the edge like that?

Well, enough
so I could see it.
Maybe... Maybe there.

Maybe?

Or maybe there,
or maybe there.

Where were you,
Detective Briscoe?

Me? I was here.

Maybe here?

Definitely here.

Did you see the gun?

I wasn't looking
at the closet.

I'll take that as a no.

Detective Curtis.
How tall are you?

6'2".
Really?

Excuse me.

I don't see the gun.

He must have seen it,
Your Honor.

Why else did he
reach for it?

And the photos?

When I reached
for the gun,
I felt them.

Several courts have adopted
a plain touch exception

to the warrant requirement.

Nice try, Miss Ross.
Not this one.
The search was illegal.

That only disallows
use of the evidence
against Mr. Dunbar.

We can still use it
against Miss Sullivan.

She had no expectation
of privacy here.

But you're the one
that alleges my client
was having an affair

with the occupant
of this apartment.

You're the one with
a witness who claims

she left here at 8:00 a.m.
one morning.

Several days
before the search.

She has no standing,
unless she spent the night

immediately before
the search here.

People v. Ortiz.
How about that,
Mr. Gillum?

Client want to make
a naughty confession?

No, she won't
incriminate herself
by strengthening

the alleged motive
for this crime. No.

You could argue
common sense
and experience.

Miss Ross,
when you leave

a man's apartment
at 8:00 in the morning,

did you just drop in
for a coffee
and a sweet roll?

Am I a defense witness, Judge?

You're an officer
of the court,

aiding in our search
for the truth.

You sample a man's
hospitality once,

are you likely to return
to sample it again soon?

Your Honor,
this is not appropriate.

If I left at 8:00 a.m.,
I wasn't too impressed.

I don't think
I'd be rushing back.

Can't argue with that.

Defense motion is denied.
Evidence against
Miss Sullivan is admitted.

I thought he was
going to ask your favorite
sexual positions next.

I grew up
with four brothers.
Marks is an amateur.

You don't mind
that kind of thing?

Would you rather
he ruled against us?

Guess I'll have to
unlearn some of
my sensitivity training.

If we have
another hearing,

you'll model silk
for him again?

Trust me.
He would have been
just as big a fan of rayon.

She's the one I saw
leaving Mr. Dunbar's
apartment.

Did you see her arriving,
Mr. Wilkins?

No. And I got there
before 7:00.

I wanted to fix
the railing before
the kids left for school.

So either Miss Sullivan
arrived very early,

or else she spent
the night?

Objection.
Calls for a conclusion.

Cut it out, Mr. McCoy.

Sustained.

I have
no further questions.

Mr. Wilkins,
your identification
of the defendant

wasn't based on a lineup,
was it?

No.
The police just
showed you a photograph

of Miss Sullivan.
That's right.

How long
did you see her for?

I don't know.
For a few seconds.

Just a few seconds?

Isn't it possible
that seeing that picture

helped you form
a mental image?

Now who's calling
for a conclusion,
Mr. Gillum?

Miss Sullivan, stand up.

Is this the woman
you saw, Mr. Wilkins?

Yeah. Yes, sir.

That hair?

Yes.
That body type?

Yes.
Really?

But you're sure it was her?
Not, say, Miss Ross?

Miss Ross,
would you stand up, please?

Similar body type,
wouldn't you say?

Yeah.
But it was the other one.

Good. Mr. Gillum,
he's your witness.
Any more questions?

The defendant told us
she didn't know
William Dunbar.

Did there come a time
when you began to suspect

that she was
not telling the truth?

Yes. When we found the picture
in Mr. Dunbar's apartment.

She's...
She's hugging him.

What was
Mr. Dunbar's relation
to the defendant?

He was married to her sister,
the deceased.

What else,
if anything,

did you find
in Mr. Dunbar's apartment?

A .25 caliber Ruger pistol.

This .25 caliber
Ruger pistol?

What is that?

A court officer will fine
and have you removed
from my courtroom.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.
It's my pager.

The People
request a recess,
Your Honor.

Some kids found him.

His wallet was in
his back pocket.

I thought you'd
want to know.

Driver's license.
William Dunbar.

You may not want to
get too close, Miss.

He's been in
the river a while.

Your bad luck
he floated up
this side.

Yeah. I'll have to
buy my own dinner,
unless you're treating.

I assume
the cause of death
was not drowning.

Back of his head
is blown away.

And dumped
into the Hudson.
Mob hit.

If I was still
a defense attorney,
Jack...

You'd cream us with this.
Yeah.

Joanne and I
went shopping
at Saks Fifth Avenue.

Joanne bought me a scarf.

Then I went back
to the hotel
to take a nap.

Joanne told me
that she was going

to go and see
somebody about a job.

I didn't know if
that was true or not.

She had been
acting strange.

Strange?
Did you know why?

No. Not then.

We've heard testimony
from a New Jersey
police officer

that your sister
and her husband
swindled gambling clubs.

You knew nothing
about this?

Joanne told me
that she was in sales.

But when
she showed up
at the hotel,

she told me not
to tell anybody
that she was there.

She seemed afraid.
Of you?

No. Isn't it obvious?

She was hiding from somebody.

They killed her husband.

They must have
killed her, too.

Why did you
tell the police

that you didn't
know William Dunbar?

That picture.

Joanne and I
went for a walk
in Central Park.

He started talking to us.
I thought that he was
trying to pick us up.

I didn't even know
that Joanne knew him.

They must have
arranged to meet
that way.

Joanne took that picture.

And why were you
seen leaving

William Dunbar's
apartment at 8 a.m.,

two days before
your sister was murdered?

I don't know.
That wasn't me.

The building superintendent
says it was.

That must have
been Joanne.

At 8:00 that morning
I was buying a ticket

for a Gray Line bus tour.

Do you recognize this?

Yes. That's the ticket
I bought.
Mmm-hmm.

And is this the receipt
for the traveler's check
you cashed to buy the ticket?

Marked 8:00 a.m.,
May 11th.
Yes.

That's my signature
and that's the clerk's.

Your Honor,
I offer these into evidence
as defense exhibits H and I.

I talked to the ticket clerk.
He doesn't remember her,

but he swears
he wouldn't have
cashed the check

without looking
at her credit card
and signature for ID.

Terrific.

It's not an alibi
for the murder.

No. It just blows apart
your theory of motive,

which she has
neatly replaced

with an alternate
theory of the crime.

Dunbar's body,
fairly persuasive,

unless you're saying
that she killed him, too.

They're still working
on estimating
the time of death.

She might have been in jail
when he was killed.

Oh.

She has a knack for being
in two places at once.

Dunbar's apartment
and the tour bus.

How do you think
she pulled that off?

Jamie, did the police
ever talk to anybody
in Terre Haute?

Well?

If I could just have
a few more minutes,
Your Honor.

You're here. I'm here.
Miss Sullivan is here.

Ah, Miss Ross.
How nice of you
to join us.

I gather you stayed
later than 8:00 a.m.
this morning.

Was the gentleman
more impressive today?

Your Honor,
I've been very busy.

What I'm suggesting.

On a matter of business
for this court.

Oh, and I thought
our business was here.

Whatever kind of romp
you've been up to...

Is relevant to this case,
if you'd stop focusing
on my sex life.

You're in contempt.
I want a check for $200.

If you try to
fine me...
Not now.

Approach, Your Honor?

If she brings
her checkbook.

Pretend he's your brother.

Miss Ross was
on an errand

in connection with
an urgent motion
by the People...

What motion?
To amend the indictment

and reopen
the People's case.

We're supposed
to hear closings.

The defense is ready.

Miss Ross has just
driven in from LaGuardia
with a witness

who should be heard
in support of our motion.

What witness?
The defense had
no notice, Your Honor.

Her name is
LuAnne Walther.

She's a resident of
Terre Haute, Indiana,

and a former co-worker
of Lucy Sullivan.

She will testify that
the defendant on trial here
is not Lucy Sullivan.

In my chambers.

You're telling me
I've been sitting

on the bench
for the last month

judging the wrong person?

She fooled all of us.
She's Joanne Sullivan.

The victim?

She killed her sister
to assume her identity

and escape the people
who were pursuing her.

Except she
happened to be caught
for the murder?

Her back luck.

I move for dismissal.

If the People
don't even know
who killed whom,

I'd say reasonable doubt
is manifest.

On the contrary,
the evidence against
the defendant

is even stronger now,

if you will allow us
to reopen the case.

It would be stronger.
Is that why you're
trying to

turn my courtroom
into a hall of mirrors?

I want to put the truth
before the jury.

What you can have
is a mistrial.

Fine. With leave
to re-present.

Excuse me.
Jeopardy has attached.

A defendant
can't be retried

unless there's
manifest necessity
for a mistrial.

The only necessity here
is Mr. McCoy's ignorance

of the facts
of his own case.

We were all ignorant
of the facts,

because the defendant
withheld them.

She's under no obligation
to incriminate herself.

By telling us her name?

Which would have
incriminated her.

You just said it does.

You and your
free-spirited associate

have not done your homework,
Mr. McCoy.

You've wasted
all of our time.

Your Honor...
Your motion is granted.

I'm declaring a mistrial.

Mr. Gillum's motion
is granted also.

The murder charge
is dismissed.

It's outrageous.

Jamie won't play
footsie with him,

new facts disrupt
his perfect trial,

so he takes it out
on us.

Right.

It had nothing to do
with the fact
that all this time

you didn't know
what you were
talking about.

Dismissal of the charge
was excessive.

Right. You know
who's who now?
Yes.

This is Joanne Sullivan
you've got there in Rikers?

Who else could it be?

Please don't ask.

I'll re-indict.

Judge Marks'll
throw it out.

So I'll appeal.

Get the names
right this time.

The prohibition
against double jeopardy
is not absolute.

Criminal defendants are
re-tried after mistrials
all the time.

When the mistrials
are a matter of
manifest necessity.

A hung jury,
a lawyer drops dead...

The trial judge
thought a mistrial
was necessary here.

You wanted to amend
the indictment and proceed.

You didn't think
a mistrial was necessary.

No. But Mr. Gillum's brief
fails to mention

the second prong
of the standard
from U.S. v. Perez.

"A retrial is permitted
if the ends of public justice

"would otherwise
be defeated."

The public is
certainly entitled
to retry a murderer

when a mistrial
has resulted through
no fault of the People.

The People aren't at fault
when they proceed
to trial misinformed?

Misinformed by
a professional
confidence woman

who committed perjury
and a fraud upon the court.

It would be repugnant
to reward her.
Thank you.

The public always
wants to retry people
they think are murderers,

but they're not allowed
to throw out the Constitution
to do so.

Is that what we're
being asked to do?

The prohibition
against double jeopardy
is paramount and...

And takes up 15 pages
in your brief.

What I don't see there

is what position you took
regarding the mistrial.

Did you oppose it?

I would have, if I'd
foreseen that the People
would attempt to retry.

"Would have"?
Interesting.

We've read your brief, sir,
and Mr. McCoy's,

and unless any
of my colleagues
feels differently...

I don't think we've heard
anything new today.

We find the People's
argument persuasive.

Accordingly,
we remand this matter

to part 47 for
a new trial forthwith.

Given the circumstances
of the order to dismiss,

I respectfully suggest
that this be reassigned
through the general pool.

Why reinvent the wheel,
Mr. McCoy?

The original trial judge
is familiar with
the facts and issues here.

It might even
speed things up.

Where were you standing
in relation to the door,
Mr. Wilkins?

Move it along, Mr. McCoy.
You've made your point.

I'm not quite finished,
Your Honor.

He saw a woman
leave the apartment.

He saw this woman,
Joanne Sullivan.

Are you sure of that,
Mr. Wilkins?

Pretty sure.

But you only saw her
for a few seconds?

That's right.
And you never
identified her

until the police
showed you her picture?

That's right.
I see.

Anything else, Mr. McCoy?

Not anymore.

Mr. Gillum?

No questions,
Your Honor.

We ascertained
that the New Jersey
warrant was valid

and proceeded
to the apartment

of the defendant's
husband.

Was he there?
No, he wasn't.

What did you do then?
Approach, Your Honor?

I assume that
Mr. McCoy is
heading toward

the discovery
of the alleged
murder weapon?

Yes.
I want to object,

out of
the hearing of the jury,
before he mentions it.

Object to what?
Anything obtained
in that apartment

is the fruit of
an illegal search

and is inadmissible
in this trial.

Your Honor,
we dealt with that issue

at a hearing
before the first trial.

It was resolved.

Oh?

Let's talk about it.

This issue was decided!
It was your own ruling.

Yeah. He ruled
the search was illegal.

And that the evidence
was nevertheless

admissible
against Miss Sullivan.

Because she had
no standing!

That was before we
knew she was married
to William Dunbar.

A wife certainly
has an expectation
of privacy in an apartment

she shares
with her husband.

You had an opportunity

to bring that fact
to the Court's
attention then.

Not without incriminating
my client,

which I certainly
am not obliged to do.

Anything else, Miss Ross?
Mr. McCoy? Fine.
Objection is sustained.

There will be no mention
of anything found
in that apartment.

By the way, Mr. McCoy,
I never had a chance
to congratulate you

on your victory
in appellate court.

Detective,
before our break,

you testified that
Mr. Dunbar was not
in his apartment?

That's right.

How did you ascertain that?

We entered the apartment
and looked for him.

And in the course
of such a search,
you would routinely look

anywhere a person
could be hiding?

That's right.

Did you open
a closet door?

Your Honor...

Mr. McCoy...

If he can re-litigate
the standing issue,

I can re-litigate
the plain-sight issue.

Not if I say you can't.

Detective...

Did you know the nature
of the murder weapon?

Yes. It was
a .25 caliber pistol.

And before
your visit to
Mr. Dunbar's apartment,

had you been
looking for it?

We were keeping
our eyes open, yes.

How about afterwards?
Objection!

Change the subject,
Mr. McCoy.

The matter deserves
a hearing on the record.

Not another word.

With all due respect,
Your Honor,

when you change
the rules of the game

in the middle of a trial...
You're done, Mr. McCoy.

...there ought to be
at least the appearance
of impartiality.

Officer, place Mr. McCoy
under arrest for contempt
of this court.

I move for
an adjournment

so that the People
may appeal
Your Honor's ruling.

Denied. Cuff him.

Your witness,
Miss Ross.

I'm going to need a moment
to prepare, Your Honor.

Now, or I'll deem
the People's examination
concluded.

Nice.
Adam.

Mr. Barton, Mr. Jasperson,
Mr. Montoya...
Mr. Schiff.

We're in a good mood,
aren't we?

All except Mr. Jasperson.
He was just convicted
of murder.

And it was bull.
I'm gonna be getting
out of here soon.

Young man, sit down.

I understand you
were in contempt.

Just a little.

Are you going to
get the transcript

to the chief
administrative judge?

I'm going to see
Judge Marks first,
about bail.

I'm okay.
But if you go, wear silk.

How long has it been, Adam?

I was a defense attorney.
So were you.

The Ice Age.

I'm letting your boy
cool his heels for a while.

It's for his own good.

Nathan,
I read the transcript.

Then you know
he was in contempt.

I read the whole transcript.

What were you doing,
may I ask?

Excuse me?

Those remarks
about where Miss Ross
was spending her mornings...

Have you read
the sexual harassment
guidelines?

I wrote them, remember?
I was kidding with her.

And your questions
to McCoy's witnesses?

A judge of the Supreme Court
of the state of New York

is entitled to
question witnesses.

He's not entitled to sound
like the defense attorney

or put words into
witnesses' mouths.

Anything else, Adam?

Yes. I'd like you to
step down from the trial.

This entire meeting
is an improper
ex parte approach.

If you leave in
the next 10 seconds,

I won't find you
in contempt.

The District Attorney
brought this matter to me
with some reluctance.

Well-deserved.

I'm trying to run a trial.
I don't have time to...

Make some.

I'm taking this
seriously.

Because a young woman
can't take a joke?

I'm not pressing
any charge.

She could.

You should thank her.

Fine. Thanks. Goodbye.

I'm more concerned
about the general tenor
of this trial.

You know how
I run a trial, George.

Yes. Expeditiously.
And, usually, fairly.

Always fairly.

You've been hostile
to the People,

demeaning to
their representatives,

interfering with
their witnesses...

You expect me to
sit there like a lump

while he springs
surprise witnesses,

half-baked appeals,
revised indictments

to turn my courtroom
inside out

to win a case
he should have lost
the first time?

Nathan, you're not supposed
to care who wins, remember?

Your Honor,
I'd like to request...

No need.

Nathan, you just caught
a bad case of the flu

and are unable to
continue presiding
over this trial.

I'm assigning Judge Bryant.

George...

Would you rather be sick,
or be facing the Commission
on Judicial Conduct?

Your Honor,
it would be highly disruptive
to introduce a new judge

at this stage of
the proceedings.

It's your choice,
Mr. Gillum.

Judge Bryant,
or we start all over again
with trial number three.

From his sickbed,
Judge Marks sends regrets

and his thanks
for your excellent
service thus far.

Now, I am going to
impose on you a little.
For reasons of law,

with which you
need not concern
yourselves,

you will be hearing again
from some prosecution
witnesses

who have already testified,

and hearing about
some new evidence,

which has not been
presented to you.

Man one, Jack.

Sure.

If you can give me
a good reason why
I should accept a plea.

Please try to understand.
I was terrified.

So you shot your sister
in the head?

People were looking for us.

Billy was trying to
make enough money

so that we
could get away.

He went out one night.
He didn't come back.

I knew they'd killed him.

I loved him so much.

I couldn't go
to the police.

They were still
looking for me.
I didn't want to die.

So you took your
sister's life instead.
No deal, Stan.

My sister's life,
Mr. McCoy?

My sister lived in
Terre Haute, Indiana.

She stapled papers in
an insurance office.

My sister didn't
have a life.

Jury was back
in 20 minutes.
Guilty, Adam.

She's going away,
despite Judge Marks.

That's good.

What's the matter?
Your leg acting up?

When Nathan Marks
became a judge,

most of his colleagues
cared only about

getting re-elected
and getting Fridays off.

Marks made himself
a royal pain.

He cared mostly
about justice.

It went to his head,
Adam.

He brought himself down.

Yeah. Pardon me if
I don't celebrate.