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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.

Billy fell asleep
about an hour ago,
on my bed.

Did you...I stacked pillows
all around him.

He can't fall off
unless he levitates.

And how was the big
girl's birthday dinner?

She had lobster tails,
and chocolate mousse,

and Jim even gave her
a sip of his wine.

Grandma got mad.
I didn't like it anyway.

Jim's parking the car.
When he gets back,
we'll carry Billy upstairs.

I was having
some tea.

Do you have any coffee?
I like coffee.

Police! Police!
Over here!What's going on?

I don't see anything.
There's a police car.

Darlene, wait here.
I'll be right back.

I just looked over,
and he was on the ground.

I knew something was wrong.

I was across the street.
I think I saw somebody
running.

Man down, possible
gunshot wound to the head.
Put a rush on the bus.

Oh, God...Watch out, ma'am.
Do you know him?

He's my husband.

We were just
around the corner.
Miss Flores flagged us down.

I was coming back
from the gym.
I live over there.

I heard something like
a pop. I thought somebody
threw a bottle.

Then I saw him
lying on the sidewalk.

His wallet was
still in his pocket.

Did you see
anybody near him?

No. I was pretty far
away, and I wasn't
wearing my glasses.

How about a car
driving by?
You see that?

I don't know.Okay, thanks.

How about you?CURTIS: Just give your number

to the officer over
there, all right?

I was walking my dog
on the other side of
the street,

and I looked up
when she shouted,

and I think I saw
someone running
around the corner.

What's your name?Dr. Paul Sackett.

Did you try any
first aid, Doc?

I'm a podiatrist.

About this person
you saw running away...

It was really
just an impression.

Well, tall?
Short? Black? White?

I'm sorry. He might
have been wearing
a dark jacket.

He?I'm presuming.

Well, which way
did he or she go?

Right down here...
I'm sorry. Dog poop.

Don't mention it.

They said there's
a bullet in his head.

Did you catch anyone?

We really don't
know much about
what happened yet.

Anything you can
tell us might help.

He was just walking
back from the garage
where we park our car.

Like he does
every time
we go out.

And you'd been
out where?

Oh, um...

A birthday dinner
for my eight-year-old.

Her grandmother treated
her to the Coach House.

I have
to call the babysitter.

I don't know how long
I'm going to be here.

You know, maybe your mother
should be here with you.
Or is she your husband's?

Who?

You said you were
with your daughter's
grandmother?

Oh, it's my first
husband's mother.

I could call her
and have her
pick up Darlene.

Yeah, that'd be good.

I can't believe this
is happening again.

When my first husband died,
they brought him to
this hospital.

Mrs. Shepard...Yes?

Your husband will be
all right. He's still
unconscious.

Thank God.
Thank God.

Doc, you know where
to send the bullet.

Your head's tilted this
way, your brains are all
over the sidewalk.

Your head's tilted
that way, you just
have a bad headache.

Mr. Shepard
had a good tilt?Yes.

The bullet went
in behind his ear
at a shallow angle,

hit the inside of his skull,
and skidded around to
the other ear.

Boy, that'll clear out
the wax real good.

If you don't
mind loud noises.

The striations
on the damaged
side of the bullet

don't match anything
in our files.

Yeah, except
the inside of
his skull.

Which I can't mount
on my microscope.

The good side matches
this bullet dead on.

Where's this one from?

The right brain of
the late Jeffrey Zabner,

shot dead on East 96th
Street two years ago.

Zabner was broke, but
he owed $37,000 to a
loan shark named Morelli,

who'd just about
given up any hope
of collecting.

So he figured
if he couldn't get
his money back,

he'd at least turn Zabner
into a constructive example.

Yeah, so it wasn't
a total loss.

Unfortunately, Mr. Morelli
made a point of being in
Miami when the guy got hit.

He hired it done.

Sure.

But Morelli wasn't
going to tell me
about it.

My best chance was
with the victim's wife.

She was there
when it happened,

but she swore she
didn't see a thing.

She was afraid
she'd be next.

What I figured.
I offered her
protection.

I kept going back,

but she was
still playing dumb
when I got this job.

So what kind of a job
rates a private office
in the NYPD?

Liaison between
the community
relations officers

and the deputy
chief of administration.

Yeah, well, since you're
obviously too busy to pursue
this old murder case,

maybe you could at least
tell us where we could
find Morelli?

Try Hell. He's dead.

But I got an address
for the victim's widow.

I was petrified,
but I didn't see
what happened.

I went into
this store to get some
aspirin.

My husband, he was
waiting for me outside.

Right here?

No, he walked down
the street a little ways.

I heard the shot.
I came out, I saw
him on the ground.

He was already dead.

Mrs. Zabner,
whoever shot your husband

is still walking around,
shooting people.

Anything you can
remember might
help us.

Don't you think
I would have helped
then if I could?

I didn't see.

Well,
what did you see?

It was hot. There was
a couple on some steps
over there, drinking beer.

Some kids went
by with a huge
speaker blasting.

There was a man.
He was middle-aged,
kind of pudgy.

He was walking
a little dog.

Would he be about 5' 8'',
thinning brown hair,
round face?

I didn't see his face.
I love animals. I was
looking at the dog.

That's it.
That's the dog.

Thank you.

You better get some other
dogs in for a line-up,
when you find it.

Speaking of which,
how's that going?

Well, the dog-walker
said his name was
Dr. Paul Sackett.

There's no such person.Surprise, surprise.

Well, the dog we have
nailed. The guy, she
has no idea.

He's pretty
damn cool.

Professional killer.
It's part of the job
description.

Yeah, if he's
a hit man.

Well, did you find anything
to link him personally
to the victims?

We're gonna go
talk to the new one.

The son of a bitch.
The gun was in
the dog poop bag.

I don't know him.
Who is he?

Mr. Shepard,
you know him?

No. Why?

We think he may be
the man who shot you.

We're gonna place
a uniformed officer
at your door.

What for?

We think this man
is a hired killer.

He shot somebody
else two years ago.

Who would hire
somebody to kill Jimmy?

Do you
have any ideas?

No. It doesn't
make sense.

Mrs. Shepard, you mind
if we talk to your husband
alone for a minute?

Why?

It's okay.

Do you have any ideas?No.

What do you do
for a living,
Mr. Shepard?

I have a company
that prints T-shirts.

Rock group emblems
and comic strip characters.

Licensed designs.

You ever do any business
with loan sharks?

I have a line of
credit at Citibank.

We can't protect you
if you don't tell us.

There must be
some mistake.

So, you think
it was a mistake?

Oh, sure.
The hit man's a moron.

So we tear Shepard's
life apart.Tall order.

Let's canvass his
neighborhood first.

For someone who
knows his secret vice?

No, for somebody who
saw a chubby white
guy walking a dog.

He shot the guy
down the street?

Well, if he was in
on Monday, I'd remember.
Slow night.

Uh...

He had this
dog with him.

Yeah. He tied
the mutt to
a parking meter.

I kept an eye on it.
Came in around 9:00.

So, you talked to him?

Yeah, he saw
I sell cigars.

He asked for an Avo Pyramid.
A little high end for me,

but I had
a couple of Macanudos.

He bought one,
and I put him in
the smoking section.

What else
you talk about?

Nothing. He had the Times.
He was doing a crossword.

And he didn't
say anything else?

He gave me his order.
Bourbon and lemon
meringue pie.

So I talked to some
of James Shepard's
associates

about his T-shirt company.

No bad debts,
no bad habits.

Our shooter,
on the other hand,

drinks bourbon,
smokes Avo Pyramids,

and eats
lemon meringue pie.

Well, you can buy
bourbon anywhere,

and lemon meringue
pie is hard to trace.

Yeah, but it's getting
hard to find good cigars

ever since Demi Moore
and the beautiful people
started smoking them.

How many stores
keep these Avo
Pyramids in stock?

Two, three dozen.

Don't inhale.

Two or three dozen.
Like that's nothing.

You want to try bars
and bakeries instead?

I want to try a place
that gives foot massages.

Police.

This guy.
Avo Pyramids.
He has a dog.

Yeah.
Howard something.

Comes by every
day or two.

Great.

You know,
before I quit, I used to
smoke the real thing.

Montecristos, Ramon Allones.
Of course, they're illegal.

There's some pre-embargo
Havanas still around.

Been in this
country since
before 1962.

Yeah. Course now
they're 45 bucks
a pop.

You know, the CIA
once tried to kill Castro
with a poisoned cigar.

No, I know. In fact,
they also found out
he liked to scuba dive.

They were gonna try
an exploding seashell.

How'd you like to
catch that case?

Hey, a guy goes boom,
you gotta look at
who his enemies are.

And those Kennedys
seem like so much fun.

Hey... Wait, wait.
Let's see where he goes.

This is quiet.

Except for them.

Well, when he gets
past them, we can
take him.

Take him on what?

His dog was spotted
at two different
crime scenes?

Well, he's your
kind of guy, Rey.

Well, at least we know
where to find him.

He goes by the name
of Howard Philips.

We pulled his prints
off a garbage bag.

He did a term for
assault 10 years ago

under the name
Howard Jackson.

Anything on
his phone tap?

His wife making
arrangements for their
daughter's ballet lessons.

So Mom takes
care of the kids,

and Dad goes off to
work and kills people.

He keeps an office in
the Graybar Building.

Listed on the lease as
a business consultant.

Well, work it
the other way.

Who had a motive
to hire him to
kill Shepard?

Well, Shepard keeps
coming up clean.

If you want to sell
T-shirts at a rock concert,

he's the guy you want
to have print them up.

So his business is fine.
How's his marriage?

I told your people
that night.

I didn't see
anybody suspicious,

but I wasn't
looking out
the window.

You were taking care of
the Shepards' baby?

I do it once in a while.
Billy's a sweet little boy.

You know, when my kids
were babies, I used to
walk around with them

to put them to sleep.
Maybe you walked by
the window with Billy?

Oh, I was too tired
for walking.

They told me
they'd be back
at 9:00,

but the restaurant
was crowded.

It was after 10:00.
I'm not a night person.

Did Mrs. Shepard say
anything to you when
she came in?

I mean,
she was pretty upset
when we spoke to her.

She was only worried that
I'd stacked enough pillows
around the baby.

And you two get along?

She and Jim moved
in five years ago.

I was a widow.
She'd been a widow.

We've always talked.

What happened to
her first husband?

He had an accident.
Rock climbing
in Central Park.

You believe it?
That poor girl,
left alone with Darlene.

Robin and her
current husband,
how do they get along?

Fine.

And you're close enough
so you'd know otherwise?

Yes, I would.

He's planning
to adopt Darlene,
for goodness' sake.

They are very happy.

Well, zero minus
one leaves us,

I believe,
with less
than zero.

Is that possible?I don't know, Lennie.

She said the Shepards came
home from the restaurant
an hour late.

Yeah?So the hit man had
time on his hands.

That's why he went
looking for cigars

and a place to
do his crossword.

My kind of hit man.

Right. The bartender
had to watch his dog.

He was in the smoking
section. He couldn't
see the street.

So how did he know
exactly when Jim Shepard

was gonna be walking
home from the garage?

There's a pay phone
at the restaurant where
the family had dinner.

We pulled the LUDs
and found two calls

to a cell phone number
owned by a dummy company.

Untraceable.Mmm. The kind of thing
a hit man would use.

One call was at 9:15,
when they were
getting dessert.

The other was at 9:45,
right when they were
leaving.

"Hello, Mr. Hit Man.
Finish your pie. Jim
Shepard's on the way."

Who was at this dinner?

Darlene, who's eight,
the wife,

and her former
mother-in-law,
Estelle Muller.

Split up and talk to
the ladies separately,

so they can't get
their stories straight.

We left the restaurant
together. I took a cab.

Darlene and Robin
and Jim got in his car.

And what did you
talk about at dinner?

I believe there
was some discussion
of Donkey Kong.

Must be hard seeing your
granddaughter without
your son being around.

Everything's hard
without my son
being there.

Until my husband died,
I was an assistant
in his law office.

Rick worked there
while he went to
law school.

He was fascinated
by criminal law.
He had a very quick mind.

This has to be a mistake.
Nobody has any reason
to hurt Jim.

Not even you?

I love Jimmy,
and he loves me.

Well, somebody
doesn't love him.

And we have evidence
that says that somebody
was with him that night

in the restaurant
before he was shot.

That'd be you, your
daughter, and your
former mother-in-law.

What?

It can't
be anything.

Tell me anyway.

After Rick died,
Estelle said
some crazy things.

What kind of
crazy things?

She blamed Jim
for Rick's death.

Why?

They were together
when it happened.

How do you get along
with Jim Shepard?

All right.

And Robin?

They don't fight
in front of me.

In front of Darlene?

She's never said anything,
and we're close.

For the last five years,
I've tried to fill some
of the role in her life

that Rick would've played.

Your son died
five years ago?

That's right.

The Shepards' neighbor
said they moved in five
years ago?

They married seven months
after my son died.

They were playing
softball, and on the
way out of the park,

they were fooling around
on some steep rocks,
and Rick fell.

So, why was that
Jim's fault?

It never made any
sense, but Estelle
kept harping on it,

until I finally said
I didn't want to
hear it anymore.

Or else you would've
cut her off from her
only grandchild, huh?

Did you
make a phone call when you
left the restaurant?

No.

Did Estelle?

I didn't see her.

Well, who left
the restaurant first?

We walked out together.

But then Estelle
went back in.

She said she
forgot something.

The file on
Rick Muller's death
five years ago.

It was investigated?

Yeah, up to a point.

Jim Shepard came running
out of some woods,
screaming for help.

A scooter officer
found Muller lying
on a rock

at the bottom
of a steep drop.

Shepard was drunk.
He said Muller was, too.

Estelle Muller came into
the precinct and said
it wasn't possible.

Her son was
afraid of heights.

There's no way
he'd climb a big rock.

Well, unless he'd
had eight or 10 beers.

Which was the attitude
the investigating
officer took.

Accidental death.

Even after the widow
married Jim Shepard?

Body was already in
the ground. Case
was closed.

And Estelle Muller's
been walking around,

nursing the mother
of all grudges.

But where does
she find a hit man?

Her husband was
a criminal lawyer.

She used to
work in his office.

Criminal lawyers know
a lot of criminals.

He was a pretty
good criminal lawyer.
I remember him.

And too bad he's dead.
His widow might need him.

I asked around. Here's
a list of all his clients
anybody remembers.

Vincent Blocker,
Steven Sandler,
Diane Juliar...

Plus I ran his name
through Westlaw, looking
for criminal appeals.

His name came up
on a dozen briefs.

People v. Sloan,
People v. O'Rourke...
People v. Morelli.

Morelli? The loan shark
who used the same hit man
we're looking at here?

None other.

He and
an associate named Bronson
were convicted of extortion.

Mrs. Muller's husband
won their appeal.

They must've been grateful.Hmm.

Yeah, the guy got
me and Morelli off.
That means we were acquitted.

As in innocent.
As in take a hike.

You think we give a crap
about some old extortion
beef, Bronson?

You just came by
to play oldies on
the jukebox?

No, we're looking at
an attempted murder.

Guy named Jim Shepard,
gunned down on the street.

Never heard of him,
and I don't own a gun.

You want to search me?
Don't tickle.

We know you didn't
pull the trigger,
Bronson,

but we also
know who did.

Therefore you're
hassling me. Why?

The shooter's a pro,
but you set up the job
for the interested party.

You're dreaming.CURTIS: Your late
pal Morelli

used this hit man
to take out an
overdue customer.

You would've
known about that.Uh-huh.

Meanwhile, you'd become
acquainted with a lawyer

named Muller and
his wife, Estelle.

Her, I remember.
She worked in the office.

Well, see?

Now we're starting
to get someplace.

So when she wanted
to hire a hit man,
she called you.

You set her up with
a guy you knew about.

Now there you
lost me again.

Hey, you don't think
we're gonna find
a trace of this

when we rip through
your phone records,
your money records,

and every little piece
of your miserable life?

Then you're in for
attempted murder.

Unless?

Did you set the lady
up with the shooter?

Yeah. And she won't pay
the back half 'cause the
job wasn't done,

and the shooter is
getting very unpleasant
on the subject.

Well, then
we're gonna make
everybody happy.

You just call the lady
back, and tell her you
found a new man

who's gonna
finish the job.

He's sitting in
that hospital room,
drinking milkshakes.

I can take care of that.
No more frozen treats.

But there's
a policeman
outside the door.

That's why the other man
wouldn't try again.

Hey, you know how
bored that cop's
gotta be by now?

Won't be that hard
to distract him.

You're not afraid
of policemen?

They're underpaid.

And, as a group,
they're stupid.

What are you
going to do?

I don't ask you your
secrets, do I?

He has a way
with mature women.

It's a gift, Detective.

I am a little
bit curious, though.

I mean, what's your
beef with this guy?

I shouldn't think a man
in your position would
want to be too curious.

Hey, it's your nickel,
lady. I'm as curious
as you want.

Here's $4,000.

So when do
I get the rest?

When Jim Shepard
is dead.

That's it!

Just one more
thing, Mrs. Muller.

How did you
know my name?

You're under arrest
for the attempted murder
of James Shepard.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Excuse me,
Dr. Sackett.

Howard Philips, you're under
arrest for the attempted
murder of James Shepard.

You have the right
to remain silent.

What are you going
to do with my dog?

Take her inside.
My wife's there.

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

Come on.
My kid'll go nuts.

You have
the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,
one will appointed to you.

"Case numbers
96147 and 96148,

"People v. Howard Philips
and People v. Estelle Muller.

"Charges are Conspiracy
to Commit Murder in the
First Degree,

"Attempted Murder,
and Assault in
the First Degree."

Pleas?

Not guilty.Not guilty.

This is a case of
attempted murder
for hire, Your Honor.

Defendant Muller
hired defendant Philips,
a professional hit man.

Professional, eh? Well,
Mrs. Muller can use her
refund to post bond.

Which would give
her an opportunity
to finish the job.

The People request
both defendants held
without bail.

My client's roots
are in New York.
There's no flight risk.

I think that's what
the People are afraid of.
Any argument, Mr. Kaye?

My client doesn't
oppose remand.

Well, neither do I.

So ordered. Next.

Your client likes Rikers?

Short-term only.
Clear your schedule
for 9:00 a.m. tomorrow.

You're getting
an invitation from
the U.S. Attorney.

You get the hit man,
we get to keep
Granny Muller?

She bought the hit.
That's the one you
want to get, isn't it?

You're just thinking
of our well-being.

Mr. Philips has done jobs
for two major crime families.

He can do us
a lot of good.

And himself.

Where are you off
to, Mr. Philips?
Hawaii? Florida?

He serves
an indeterminate term at
a federal penitentiary

under a new name.

And before he goes,
he testifies against
Mrs. Muller.

You are getting
your little old lady
off the street,

and I'm getting a witness
against some real bad guys.

I don't see the problem.

James Shepard.

What can I say?

I guess the guy's
number wasn't up.

It was your intention
to kill him?

That's what I do.

You and your dog.

Pumpkin takes care
of her business,
I take care of mine.

And Estelle Muller
hired you?

Yep.

Takes all kinds,
doesn't it?

Considering your
client's age and
the cost of a trial,

we'll drop the conspiracy
and assault if she pleads
to attempted murder.

Well, that's the A felony.
Where's the break?

We've got the conversation
with Detective Briscoe

and the testimony of
the original hit man.

We don't have to
give you a break.

I'll plead to
whatever they want.Estelle...

What does it matter?
On one condition.

That you prosecute
Jim Shepard for
the murder of my son.

Your son's death
was ruled an accident.

My son wouldn't
climb that rock.

He was drunk.

He couldn't
get that drunk.
It was a lie.

The police
believed it.

Sure. Who was I?

Just the mother,
deranged with grief.

Maybe you were.

There was something
going on between Robin
and Jim.

I saw the looks between
them, the way they
touched each other.

They killed my son.

If you're so sure,
why did you wait until
now to do something?

Jim Shepard
was about to adopt
my son's child.

I couldn't bear it.

Blood is thicker.Yeah.

Maybe Estelle Muller's
blood is a little too thick

for the arteries
going to her brain.

She's willing to plead.
Go figure that one out.

If we follow her orders
about whom to prosecute.

Good luck to her.
I have trouble making
you follow mine.

I'm tempted, Adam.
She's hiring hit men.

Offering to plead
to whatever I want.

She's very sure
about this.

Didn't the police look
into it five years ago?

Sort of. I called the
M.E. for Rick Muller's
autopsy report.

This is what they sent.

No autopsy.

It was a busy weekend.

They did a physical
exam, ran some labs,

confirmed alcohol
in the blood.

They didn't know
the widow had plans
to remarry.

You're taking
her seriously?

She's crazy. She's out
hiring murderers.

You did remarry
pretty quickly.

Do you know what
I was going through?

My husband was dead,
and I had a baby.

Jim would come over
after Darlene was
asleep and bring tea

and cookies,
and we would
sit and talk.

We helped each
other through it.

Jim needed help?

He blamed himself
for Rick's death.

Not the way Estelle did.

But he was the one
that brought the beer
to the game,

and he's the one
that wanted to
climb the rock.

And there'd been no
romance between the
two of you before?

I never cheated on Rick,
and I never wanted to.

And Jim had plenty
of other fish to fry.

How do you know?

We used the
same Laundromat.

He would fold sheets
and tell me some
amazing things

women would do to get
straight, single guys like
him and his roommate.

Believe me,
he didn't need me.

Jimmy had the best possible
quality in a roommate.
He traveled a lot.

He was a T-shirt
sales rep then.

You had the place
to yourself?

Yeah, a couple
of days a week.

It was great for
entertaining the
ladies.

I understand you and
Shepard were pretty
big in that area.

We haven't met,
have we?

No.

Nothing worse than
running into someone
you used to bonk

and saying,
"Nice to meet you."
They really get mad.

Was Jim Shepard's
social life as active
as yours?

Jimmy didn't have
a social life.

Which is kind of weird.

That's not what
he told Robin Muller.

Oh, her, he spent time
with. Yeah, he talked
about her a lot, too.

She was so much fun,
he could really be himself
when he was with her.

Do you think
he might have done more
than just admire her?

Jimmy? I guess.
He spent a lot of
time at her place.

She said they just did
their laundry together.

That, too. We had
machines in the
basement.

Jimmy would schlep
two bags of clothes
around the block.

You think he
just liked the soap better
over there?

I break a sweat
trying to put
on a shirt.

Hope you're planning
to throw away the key.

She's going to prison.That's good.

We know why you
don't like her.

Can you tell us
why she hates you?

'Cause she's crazy.JACK: That's it?

Well, does the sane
person hire
a professional killer

to shoot somebody
for no reason?

She says she had one.

Right. I killed Rick.
I forgot you're actually
investigating that.

We understand you
were close with Robin
before Rick died.

Yeah, close friends.

I only ever saw her
'cause she was my
best friend's wife.

And when you went out
of your way to do
your laundry with her?

My laundry?You took it to
her Laundromat.

Your roommate says
your building had
a laundry room.

Yeah, that's right.
And it was full of rats.

And my roommate
wouldn't know that

because he'd wear
the same shirt eight
days in a row.

I'm rolling away now.
Don't follow me.

He denies it.
She denies it.

So now you believe
they're innocent.

Or you don't think you
can prove they're not.

We can find out if
there really were rats
in that laundry room.

You volunteering
for the assignment?

Estelle Muller
smelled an affair,

the roommate
smelled an affair,

the husband
conveniently died,

and the two people who
swear they weren't having
an affair got married.

Hung jury.ROSS: I can talk
to other people.

Old friends, neighbors.ADAM: Sure.

Maybe somebody saw him
leaning a ladder
against her window.

Is Estelle Muller crazy?

She seems sane to me.

You know where
Rick Muller's buried.

Dig him up, and have
the Medical Examiner
do it right this time.

He's very well
preserved, Jamie.

Just a little
skin sluffing off
the hands and feet.

You want to take a look?

Maybe later.

I'm holding off
cutting open the skull
to take out the brain

because I think the skull
is what you're going
to be interested in.

The death certificate said,
"Presumed cranial fracture."

I took some pictures.

Used mammography film
for finer detail.
There are two fractures.

They missed one
last time.

He fell on his head,
then he got up
and fell on it again?

No, only one of
the fractures is
consistent

with landing from
a height of 20 feet
onto a flat rock.

And the other?Deeper.

Acute angles.
More forceful.

I keep a bunch of things
that people use to
crack each other.

Tire irons,
pipe wrenches,
candlesticks,

baseball bat.

Perfect fit.

Hey, what's this?
Hey, we're done
talking to you people.

That is your legal right.

You're under arrest
for the murder
of Richard Muller.

You have the right
to remain silent.No!

Sorry, ma'am.
Get him dressed.

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

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

one will be
provided for you.

I'd bought
some Christmas presents
for the baby.

I thought I'd drop them
off at their apartment
instead of taking them home.

What time
of day was it?

After dinner.

I expected that Darlene
would be down for the night

and Rick would be
home from school.

Was he?

No. He was
at the library.

Robin was alone
with Jim Shepard.

Please tell
the jury what
you saw.

Robin opened the door.
The lights were low.

I smelled liquor
on her breath.

Her hair was a mess.
Her skirt zipper
was halfway down.

She didn't
invite me to stay.

Thank you.

Mrs. Muller,

didn't you come to learn
that your daughter-in-law

was changing her
clothes because

she'd just returned
from playing racquetball,

during which time
Mr. Shepard had
been babysitting?

That's what she said.

She did occasionally
play racquetball,
didn't she?

I didn't believe her.
The Lord gave me a brain.

So, in your good judgment,
she was lying?

That's right.

The same good judgment
that led you to hire
a professional hit man

to assassinate my client?Objection.

Withdrawn.
Nothing further.

Mrs. Muller, why were
you willing to risk

going to jail for
the rest of your life
to hire that hit man?

Because I believe
Jim Shepard
killed my son.

It was a small two-bedroom,
one bath. It was all we
could afford.

I was in school,
and Jimmy was basically
a traveling T-shirt salesman.

As roommates,
did you ever discuss
the women in your lives?

Sure.

Do you remember what
kind of social life
Mr. Shepard had?

About average.

Sometimes he
had a girlfriend,
sometimes he didn't.

To your knowledge,
did he spend much
time with Robin Muller?

To my knowledge, no.

What, if anything,
did he say to you
about her?

Nothing.

Are you
sure about that?

I don't remember anything.

Do you remember
telling my associate,
Ms. Ross,

that the defendant
spent a great deal of
time with Robin Muller,

and often spoke of
her affectionately?No.

Didn't you tell
her Mr. Shepard

talked about
Mrs. Muller a lot?Objection.

Asked and answered.Sustained.

Do you have anything
different, Mr. McCoy?

Mr. Goldman, where
did Mr. Shepard
do his laundry?

I have no idea.

Didn't you tell
Ms. Ross that he
went out of his way

to do it with
Mrs. Muller?

Your Honor, he can't
cross-examine his
own witness.

I can remind
him of the truth.

Enough, Mr. McCoy.

If you have no
additional proper
questions,

this examination
is concluded.

Wonderful.
The witness recants,

and you almost get
held in contempt.

I had to let the jury
know he was lying.Sure.

They were roommates
for three years.

Obviously they're
still friends.

And now the only
witness who put

the lovebirds together
is Estelle Muller,

the woman who tried
to have the defendant
killed.

We've talked to old
friends, neighbors,
meter readers.

Robin and Jim
Shepard were
very discreet.

On their home ground.
He did a lot of traveling.

Find out if
the woman ever
packed a bag.

He's getting away
with it, isn't he?
You're losing.

It's not over yet.

I'll be in jail.

Darlene will have
his name, as if my son
never existed.

Mrs. Muller,
when Robin was
married to your son,

did she ever go out
of town without him?

They didn't have
much money then,
and the baby.

We're trying to find out
if she ever sneaked
away with Jim Shepard.

You never
babysat overnight?

Once. A few weeks
before Rick died,

Robin went to Pennsylvania,
Harrisburg, for her high
school reunion.

Leave an empty seat
next to you, any
riffraff could sit down.

Are you sitting down?

You check out Harrisburg?

Robin Shepard's reunion
was held in a ballroom at
the Regent Hotel.

I got their guest register.
She didn't book a room.

James Shepard.
Room 406.

I'm going to call
you to the stand.

And you better
tell the truth, Robin.

Or I'm going to
charge you as
conspirator

in the murder of
your first husband.

What? Why?

We know about
your rendezvous
in Harrisburg.

Harrisburg?

The weekend of your
high school reunion.

I rendezvoused
with 200 classmates,

and we danced
to golden oldies.

You're going
to arrest me?

We know Jim
Shepard was there.Yes.

Yeah, I ran into him
in the hotel lobby.
It was a coincidence.

He was there on
a business trip.

You ran into him?
What happened then?

I went to the Pep
Club cocktail party
and sang school songs.

I didn't see Jim
again until I got
back to New York.

Except across
the bed in his
hotel room.

You didn't even bother to
get a room of your own for
appearances' sake.

That's right,
because I stayed
with Joni Marsh.

I was trying to
save money. She
had a double.

I talked to Joni Marsh.

Robin stayed with her?

His hotel registration
was our smoking gun.

Except it wasn't.

I'll still put it into
evidence that they were
both in Harrisburg.

Let the jury draw
its own conclusion.

Even if it's
the wrong conclusion?

Maybe it really
was a coincidence.

Come on. Harrisburg?

Joni Marsh gave me
the names of three
women to call.

Between them,
they can account for

every minute of
Robin Shepard's
time that weekend.

None of them ever
laid eyes on Jim
Shepard.

But Robin saw him.
Maybe it was a
coincidence, for her.

Rick Muller was
my best friend.

I never stop
thinking about
his death.

If only I hadn't
brought the beer.

If only we'd just
taken the sidewalk
out of the park.

Did you kill Rick Muller,
Mr. Shepard?

No, I did not.

The People have
presented evidence

that you were in Harrisburg
at a time when Robin Muller

was there
without her husband.Yeah, I was.

But I didn't even
know she'd be there.

But you saw her?

For a few minutes, yeah.
By chance. I was working.

Did you have
an affair with her
that weekend?

No.Did you ever have
an affair with her?

No.

See, we'd always
been friends, the
three of us.

And after Rick died,
it just became
something more.

I mean,
we were both surprised
when we fell in love.

Thank you.

So, Mr. Shepard,

when you ran into the
woman who is now your
wife in Harrisburg,

it was only for
a few minutes?

That's right.

What did you
talk about?

Uh...

"What are you doing here?
What a coincidence."
That kind of thing.

Did you invite her to
join you for a meal?

Yeah, I might have.

A drink?

Yeah, that would
be natural.

But she said no.
She was busy
with her reunion.

I see.
You must have been
terribly disappointed.

What do you mean?That she rejected
your invitation,

after you had gone
to all the trouble

of arranging
this supposedly
chance meeting.

Oh, I didn't arrange
anything. I didn't know
she'd be there.

Right. You were
surprised to see her

in the midst of
your business trip.

That's right.

At that time,
you were working for
Atlantic Novelties?

Yeah. I sold T-shirts
to concert venues.
I traveled all the time.

Is this your travel
booking form for 1991?

I'm not sure.

Well, doesn't it say,

"Atlantic Novelties.
Travel booking form,
1991. James Shepard"?

Yeah.

Would you show
me where it says

you took a trip
to Harrisburg?

It's not on here.
It must be on
another sheet.

Really?

These are your
expense reports
for 1991.

You claimed reimbursement
for every trip on that list.

Would you show me
your expense report
for Harrisburg?

Uh...

It's not here.

It's not here
because it never existed?

No. Uh...

You didn't claim
reimbursement

because it wasn't
a business trip.

Isn't it a fact that
you went to Harrisburg

because you wanted
to run into your
best friend's wife?

Because you were
obsessed with her?

You asked her to
join you for a drink
in your room

hoping that nature
would take its course,
but she turned you down.

Is there a question there?

Isn't that right,
Mr. Shepard?No.

She turned you down,
so you had to
find another way

to get her for yourself.

Objection. Argumentative.

Dial it back, Mr. McCoy.

Fine.

Tell us, Mr. Shepard,

what exactly were you
doing in Harrisburg?

Well, thanks, Jack.
You just conceded
there was no affair.

I hope the jury
was listening.

I hope your client's
wife was listening.
Were you, Mrs. Shepard?

Hey, she doesn't
have to talk to you.

She can if she wants to.

Robin, we're going.

She's got to be looking
at every minute of her life
with him in a new light.

Got to be interesting.

Rick threw me
a birthday dinner at this
restaurant in Chinatown,

and Jim gave me a bracelet.
It was gold.

I thought it was too
expensive, but Jim said
he had just gotten a raise.

I didn't think
it meant anything.

Were there any
other occasions

when his behavior
seemed inappropriate?

Sometimes he sat
a little close.
Sometimes he touched me.

We were friends.

Did he do anything

to indicate that
he wanted to be more
than friends?

The last New Year's Eve
that Rick was alive,
we had a party.

I was coming out
of the bathroom
just at midnight,

and Jim was
in the bedroom,

almost like he was
waiting there for me.
He kissed me.

It wasn't a casual kiss.
I pulled away, and he said,

"Come on, Robin.
Let's get out of here,
just you and me."

I thought he was drunk,

and we both
just tried to make
a joke out of it.

What did you say?

"If only I weren't
a married woman."

Almost a record.
They convicted him
in an hour and a half.

How's the wife doing?Shaky.

But she served him
with divorce papers

on his way out
of the courtroom.

Got to be tough
finding out you
married your stalker.