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the people are represented
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.

"Just light it up here.
No one will ever notice."

How was I supposed to know there was a cop
up the street?

Because you were supposed
to be watching.

Look on the bright side--

at least you won't
have a record.

Not to mention the great
workout I'm getting.

You know what
your problem is?

You don't know how to look on the bright
side.

You know what Lincoln said?

Leslie, call
the supervisor.

He said that most people
are about as happy

as they make their
minds up to be.

At least I think
it was Lincoln...

Leslie, would you quit
the damn psychobabble

and get the supervisor?!

What? Why?

Oh, my God.

Wallet's gone, no ID.

You're thinking
it was a mugging?

I can't think
of a more amenable spot.

One of my guys found
a piece of paper

with some scribble on it
in the DOA's jacket pocket.

I want to get
a look at that

before it goes
to the lab, all right?

You got it.

The neck was snapped
like a stalk of celery.

I hate celery.

It's good for you, man.

There you go.

Body temp tells me
he's a relatively new arrival.

Dead maybe 12, 14 hours.

12 to 14 hours?

You sure about that?

Give or take.

No external wounds
or obvious bruising.

Hey, babe, we're looking
at a real act of God.

I doubt God needed
his watch, cash, and keys.

Have fun.

This guy's handwriting
is worse than mine.

That shouldn't be a problem.

Lennie takes my
messages sometimes.

I'm fluent in scribble.

Looks like a "to do" list.

"Pick up dry cleaning, photos,
flowers for Suzy..."

Looks like Suzy will be
the one sending flowers.

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No defensive wounds

no bruising around the neck

which was snapped like a...

I know, like
a stalk of celery.

I was going to say
like a twig

but celery's good.

So he went
without a struggle?

Yeah, I'm thinking it went down
too quick to fight back.

Oh, and I'm betting that
the bad guy was a lefty.

Oh, this is
going to be good.

Now, I'm a righty.

If I wanted to snap your neck,
I'd go like this.

And just the opposite
for a lefty?

Yeah.

The crack in
his spinal column

was at a downward angle
like this.

Now if you can
only tell us

what he was doing
in the park.

What makes you
think I can't?

He was found face down, right?

Yeah.

Blood pooled in
the posterior cavity

so unless this guy was
able to defy gravity...

He was killed somewhere
else and then dumped.

Damn litterbugs.

Any identifying marks?

You mean
something like this?

So I'm a few days late
renewing my license

I still run
a kosher shop.

Mr. Pina, that
ain't why we're here.

If it's that
parole thing...

Ralph, maybe you ought to keep your mouth
shut

before you talk yourself into a felony.

Come on. We need
your expertise.

Yeah?

I always wanted
to be an expert witness.

No, don't jump the gun, huh?

What about this guy?

Is he one
of your clients?

Never seen him.

What about this tattoo?

Nice work.

Only one guy who
does flames like that.

Name's Hades.

He got a real name?

I thought that was it.

Where can we find the artist
known as Hades?

Try artist formally
known as Hades.

He's dead.

He died in a motorcycle
accident two months ago.

Okay, how about this?

This have any special meaning?

I don't do Japanese.

Nam... two tours.

I know it's not the same,
but I still get spooked.

And what's in it for me?

Well, that cup of coffee
is as good as it'll get.

Your partner,
he only calls

when he wants
something cheap.

Yeah, but I have your number
on speed dial, Detective.

"Ike."
It means "Live."

Okay, that solves it.

Not so fast, sport.

Ike is also short
for Ikedo.

It's a last name.

Ike's a nickname--

you know, like "Sully"
for Sullivan

or "Fitzy" for Fitzgerald.

Plus, it has a double meaning.

Yeah, can I have a number
for a Suzy Ikedo?

In Manhattan.

S... I-K-E-D-O.

Smart guy,
my partner, huh?

That's it.

Norman Pratt.

He proposed to me a month ago.

He was saving up
to buy me a real ring.

He said he couldn't wait
till he had the money to ask me.

He made me promise
I'd wear this.

We're sorry, Ms. Ikedo.

Did you know of anyone

who would want
to hurt your fiancé?

I can't think of anyone.

Any friends of his

he might've had
a falling out with?

Norman was a recovering addict.

So some of his acquaintances...

Weren't exactly
model citizens, huh?

But I don't think
any of them

would want to hurt him.

Is there a chance that
Norman started using again?

He's been clean almost a year.

He's got a really
good program, a good job.

He put his life back together.

What kind of work
was he doing?

He's a limo driver.

He was driving last night, too.

At least, that's
what he told me.

So what if Norman was out of rehab?

I got an ex-con working
as a mechanic.

If I don't give these
kids jobs, who will?

Hey, no job, we all
know what happens.

Hey, I'm just doing my part.

So we can assume that Norman Pratt was a
good worker.

No complaints.

Oh, geez...

I really liked this kid.

You weren't
concerned

when he didn't show up
for work this morning?

Well, why would I even notice?

Well he has one
of your cars, right?

Yeah, it was an overnight
to Atlantic City.

And?

Sorry, we guarantee
confidentiality.

Mr. Bosford, Norman Pratt
was murdered last night.

Do I really
have to tell you?

All right,
all right, of course.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I don't know
what I was thinking.

A kid like that.

I'll get you the routing sheet.

Kevin Seleeby.

As in Kevin Seleeby,
the baseball player?

He uses us
all the time.

Norm always drove him.

I always gave him
the plum assignments.

That's the one I hit my first dinger
with.

Wow, I figured you would've kept using it
till it cracked.

Yeah, I would have

but I struck out
the next ten times at bat.

And then something about me
and a major league slider.

Well, you finally
figured it out.

Yeah, you dance,
or you go home, right?

So what can I do
you gentlemen for?

Uh, we have some questions
about Norman Pratt.

Good guy.

Past tense, Kevin.

He was murdered.

Wow.

I mean, he was just
with us last night.

Us?

My agent, Martin Stanley,
and my cousin Davie.

We went down to Atlantic City.

What time did you get back?

Norman dropped me off
around midnight.

I think, I couldn't be too sure.

I thought you booked
an overnight.

We lost a little quicker
than we expected.

I hear that.

Damn, poor Norman.

He had a girlfriend,
a fiancee somewhere.

Yeah, we spoke to her already.

So, you and Norman
were pretty friendly?

He was cool.

You know, didn't hassle me
for balls, autographs--

stuff like that.

We got to know each other
after a while... sure.

He say anything
about any enemies?

No.

Norman was the kind of guy

who always wanted to help out.

He said if there's anything

I want,
just ask.

What did he mean by that?

Hey, I'm just a hick
from North Dakota.

I don't want
to embarrass myself.

Hey, wasn't Maris
from North Dakota?

I've got his signed picture
on my wall.

What is it with
the male of the species?

You got a couple
of months?

Well, I'm referring to how
you could just about melt

in front of a guy who could
hit a ball with a bat.

All I said was
if the kid stays healthy

he's a lock
for Cooperstown.

Yeah, only it's

how you said it.

How'd I say it?

Like a six-year-old talking
about a banana split.

Oh, please, like
you're any better.

"Maybe he'll sign
his rookie card for me."

See, that was

a business proposition.

That rookie card
could put my grandchildren

through medical school.

Moving right along...

Seleeby and friends
were the last guys

to see Pratt
alive, right?

Oh, ain't no way.

M.E. said the doer

was a lefty.

What side of the bat
does Seleeby bat from?

30% of the league
bats lefty.

And that don't include
switch-hitters.

Okay, if not Seleeby, then who?

He did say Norman Pratt

bragged he could get
his hands on anything.

Like what?

Maybe his fiancee
will know.

I told you, Norman
was off the stuff.

We're not saying
that he was using

but what if some of his
passengers wanted some?

He wasn't a pusher, if that's
what you're hinting at.

No, not a pusher,
an accommodator.

Look, that ring he was
going to buy you--

couple of extra bucks
wouldn't hurt the cause.

He's dead.

How can you slander
him like this?

Because it might help us find
out why he's dead, Suzy.

There was a guy
he used to buy meth from...

Ellery... Roger Ellery.

Norman called him "Doc."

But they haven't seen each other
since Norman got out of rehab.

I'm a doctor.

That's why he
called me "Doc."

And this is
your office?

That's right.

Sort of a Marcus Welby
thing, huh?

You make a lot
of house calls?

I'm a Ph.D. in Chemistry.

Yeah, I can guess

what kind of chemicals
you cook up.

You can go now.

Lennie, what'd you think
the good doctor

got brewing back here?

Beats me.

On my way
to the can

I'll take a look.

You guys are funny.

I hear there's an opening
at Caroline's.

Yeah, we'd check it out but we're getting
our laughs working a homicide.

We don't care
what you're selling, Doc.

Sure I knew Norman Pratt.

Yeah, I sold him
crystal meth

crack sometimes...
but I'm not into that anymore.

What are you into?

Oxymetholone.

It's an anabolic steroid.

You mean like the kind

that athletes ain't supposed
to be using?

Athletes like
Kevin Seleeby?

Norman might've
mentioned his name.

Now they'll have to put
an asterisk next to his name

in the records book.

Just like his idol.

Makes it harder to believe
the Babe hit 60

on hot dogs and beer
during 154-game season.

In my book, he deserves
an asterisk, too.

Babe Ruth?

He never faced
Satchel, did he?

Yeah, Green.

We're five minutes away. Uh-huh.

They found Pratt's limo.

All right,
we'll talk to you.

Vehicle was sticking out
into the lane like three feet

like this was his
personal driveway.

What time did you find it?

Wrote the ticket at 11:10.

Just got your APB.

Called CSU to pop the locks

dust for prints, whatnot.

Nice work, Officer.

Okay, tell me you found
a signed confession.

Other than about a million
prints, this baby's clean.

Hey, Lennie, it says here
that when Norm took the car out

the odometer read 11,622 miles.

So?

Well, now, it reads 11,629.

So either they moved
Atlantic City

a whole lot closer...

Or Seleeby and his posse
never left Manhattan.

That asterisk is getting
bigger as we speak.

it's a secre.

Well, it's not exactly public
knowledge, either.

The guys know.

Hell, most of them
are on it, too.

Yeah, but most of them
don't have a driver

that ended up
dead in the park.

Look, I told you
what I knew.

Yeah, the trouble is we like
fact, not fiction.

Screw you.

Oh, that kind
of attitude

is not going to get you
on a Wheaties box, Kev.

We know you didn't go
to Atlantic City, Kevin.

Oh, and that means
I killed Norman?

No, but it means
that you lied to us.

Yeah, and that kind of puts a dent in your
credibility.

Look, I got an image
to protect, all right?

Martin, my agent, he was going
to get us some girls.

You know, pros.

Now, why the hell

would you need a pro?

Because they don't
want anything from me.

It's not like they're going
to accidentally get pregnant

or tell some judge that I
promised to take care of them

for the rest of their lives.

We were at a small hotel:

The Scott House...
over in the 60s, East Side.

Well, if you wanted to party

wouldn't it have been
easier here?

Call girls have been known
to become stalkers.

I prefer not
to give out my address.

We're going to need
the names of those girls.

I can't.

I mean, Martin never
called them.

A photographer followed us
in the hotel

so we just stayed there,
got drunk

and watched the Knicks game.

And then we went home.

Look, talk to Martin.

I swear, I don't know
what happened to Norman.

You don't know the headaches
these kids have to live with.

Oh, I guess $10, $20 million a year helps
ease the pain.

90% of them
would do it for free.

But like anything in this world,
there's a price:

Women throwing themselves
at you nonstop

not because
of who you are

but because
of what you do.

And what you've got
in the bank.

Exactly.

Kev's from a place
called Rugby.

There are more people
in this building

than in all of Rugby

but he's got a head
on his shoulders.

You saw what happened to guys
like Shawn Kemp...

kid's in every NBA port.

So you keep his nose clean?

That's right.

I mean, he's human,
he has needs.

All right, how about
you give us a rundown

of Tuesday night's
festivities?

Sure.

Kev picked me up at about...
I don't know, 7:30.

No, 7:45.

And Norman was driving the limo?

Davie was also in the car.

That's Kevin's cousin?

David Arkuss,
that's right.

Pretty good pitcher
until his rotator cuff

went on the permanent fritz.

He's finishing college
over at Manhattan.

Good for him.

Right, why
would you care?

You just
want to know

when we got to the Scott House.

There was a little traffic.

I'd say we got there
at about 8:20.

Did you go right up to the room?

Unfortunately,
we saw someone

Davie thought he recognized
from The Daily News.

So we went to the bar.
He followed us in.

At about 9:10, I went upstairs.

Ten minutes later, Kev came up.

About ten minutes
after that

Davie joined us.

We ordered a bottle
of Jack

and watched the game.

About a quarter
to 12:00

we decided to call it a night.

I was dropped off first,
about ten after.

That was our night.

So Kev told me about Norman.

It's a real kick in the ass.

We wanted to ask you some
questions about Tuesday night.

Sure.

We arrived at the hotel
about 8:20.

Then I saw some dude

who hung around batting practice
all the time.

A reporter?

A photographer more likely.

Kev couldn't take a chance

and so then we went
into the bar.

Oh, sure, no image
problem there, huh?

About ten after 9:00,
Martin went up to the room.

Ten minutes later Kevin pretended to take
a leak

and he snuck up

and ten minutes after that, I went up.

Then we ordered a bottle

and we watched
the game.

Sounds like fun.

What were you drinking?

Jack Daniels.

We left the hotel
at quarter to 12:00.

Kev dropped Martin
off at home first

and then he dropped me
off at about 12:30.

And then
I went to bed.

That's some memory
you've got there, Davie.

You know, back in Rugby,
Kev once found a buck

with a broken leg
when he was out hiking.

He carried it on his back

to the vet
for over two miles.

He wouldn't hurt anyone.

So I got psych in five.

Thanks.

Well, they certainly had
their stories straight.

A little too straight,
don't you think?

Oh, come on.

Last night I brushed my teeth
at 11:47.

Let's go see what's going on
with Seleeby's LUDs.

A buck?

You're kidding.

I don't think he meant
the spending kind.

Well, whatever happened

to the good old
cherry tree story?

It's better than
"I told you so."

Okay, when was it you first showed up at
Seleeby's apartment?

Yesterday... about 5:30.

Spent about 20 minutes,
did you?

That's about right.

Well, at 5:57
Seleeby called his agent

talked for
about ten minutes

hung up and dialed the cell phone of
someone named Arkuss?

That's Seleeby's cousin,
the memory expert.

And the night of the murder

your hero called
the agent's cell

at 8:36.

Yeah, when he was supposed
to be at the hotel bar.

We happen to be
very discreet here.

Serve drinks to a lot
of big shots, do you?

You see, I'm not going
to answer that.

Look, we're only interested in one big
shot.

So if you don't want
to talk about it here

we can always drag you
down to the squad room.

Yeah, after we make
quite a scene

out in the lobby so the boss
doesn't miss a word.

Discreetly,
of course.

Well, of course,
the big cheese

might not understand

and you might wind up discreetly
pounding the pavement.

What?

Kevin Seleeby,
the baseball player.

Yeah, I know
who he is.

What about him?

What time did he get
here Tuesday night?

I don't know, maybe 8:30.

That's funny
because he told us

he didn't get here
till almost 10:00.

Oh, now you expect me
to change my story.

Very clever.

Well, for cops.

I'm sticking
with 8:30, thank you.

This guy got to everybody.

Or he was
telling the truth

and somebody else used
the phone in his house.

Yeah?

Excuse me,
you know Kevin Seleeby?

Who doesn't?

Hey, Lieu, what's up?

Tuesday night when he showed up here with
his buddies

did you happen to get a good look at his
driver?

Why would I look
at a cabbie?

Okay, thanks, Lieu.
Later.

That whole "tell the truth"
thing, forget about it.

Lieu ran all the LUDs
on the cell phones.

9:17 the night
of the murder

the agent made
a phone call

to 911 on his cell.

Hung up before
he said anything.

I wonder if that
had anything to do

with Kevin showing up here
in a cab without Norman.

Tails, I talk to the agent.

I made a mistake.

I meant to dial 411.

From the bar at the hotel?

That's right.
Check the phone records.

I did.

So you saw
I called information

right after the slip-up?

I did.

I also saw that
you didn't make

another phone call
from your cell

until the next day.

We were going to order
some food.

I called for the number
of Bucci's.

What? Then you got full
from the peanuts at the bar?

Well, I was the only one
who was hungry

so I figured, what the hell.

No, we never planned on
going to Atlantic City.

Martin was just going
to get the girls.

And bring them to the hotel?

That's right.

Like I told you before

that reporter guy
ruined our plans.

See, thing is, Davie

the last I heard, they have
girls in Atlantic City.

Yeah, they also have
scum-sucking reporters.

When you're good,
you're good.

I checked.

You even called and made
room reservations

at the Taj.

Just to throw everybody
off track, right?

I don't know about that...

uh, Martin takes care
of all that stuff.

There's one thing
that pisses me off to no end

is when a suspect confesses

and then some
defense attorney

comes at me with all
this Fifth Amendment crap.

I didn't hear me confess.

Yet.

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

Oh, right. You were
at the hotel bar?

Until we snuck up to the room.

You and Martin Stanley,
and your cousin, right?

That's right.

Thing is, if Kev
was with you at the bar

how could he call Martin's
cell phone from his house?

Wrong answer, Davie.

You should've said it
was the maid who called.

Bucci's, huh?

Yeah, it's a three-star
restaurant.

They must have one hell
of a veal piccata.

Yeah, as a matter of fact,
they do.

I wouldn't
figure a place

like that would deliver.

I'm a good customer.

Well, you must be
to get them to deliver

from 23rd and 1st all the way up to 63rd
and 3rd?

Like I said, it was moot anyway.

I was the only one
who was hungry.

That's one explanation.

Another one is...

that you saw Norman
with his neck snapped

you freaked out

you dialed 911,
and Kevin made you hang up.

Now which story sounds
more plausible to you?

I didn't kill anybody.

Well, that's up
to the jury now, Davie.

Lucky for Kev
he's a ball player, huh?

Juries love ball players.

I mean, you saw
what happened with O.J.

So now it's
just you, Davie.

A hick with a bad right arm.

You got the DP in North Dakota?

DP, that doesn't mean
"designated player."

It means death penalty

'cause we have it here.

Damn it. I just wanted
to play some blackjack.

Kevin screwed it all up.

He killed Norman Pratt?

Me and Martin just helped him
dump the body.

So I guess blood
isn't thicker than water.

Well, neither
is ten percent.

Stanley said
the same thing.

They got to Seleeby's
and found Norman dead.

And you still want
his rookie card?

Arrest him.

Did you find out
who killed Norman?

Yes, as a matter
of fact, we did.

Hey, what the hell's
going on?!

Two outs, bottom
of the ninth

and you just
struck out, pal.

Kevin Seleeby,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Norman Pratt.

You have the right
to remain silent...

People v. Kevin Seleeby, Martin Stanley
and David Arkuss.

Charges are Murder
in the First Degree

and Conspiracy to Commit Murder
in the First Degree.

Let's talk pleas.

Not Guilty.
Not Guilty.

Not Guilty.

Ms. Southerlyn?

The People request remand,
Your Honor.

And I'm sure you have
something to say

on that matter, Mr. Fenwick?

Absolutely, Your Honor.

Due to my client's celebrity

he's hardly a flight risk.

In addition...
Which one's the hot shot?

Kevin Seleeby
happens to be...

Indicted for murder

famous face or not.

Bail is set at a half million
for all three.

Mr. Seleeby?

You should've dove for that ball
against the Sox in '99.

So is this kid guilty?

His friends say he is.

Will they say it in court?

If we drop the charges

to accessories after
the fact. No time.

Done.

That'll put this Seleeby thing
to rest--

no hustle or bustle.

You want me to deal
with Seleeby?

The whole deck.

Oh, I see. If you can hit a
ball

you get special treatment?

That's right, Serena...
by the jury.

I'll give you Marcia Clark's
phone number

if you want a second opinion.

How low?

How long are we on motive?

Well, we think that the victim was asking
Seleeby

for money to keep his steroid
use out of the papers.

Blackmail's good.

Two witnesses?

Fenwick will grab Man One
and run.

Now this is all very generous of you, Jack

but you got to know
I can't accept it.

Actually, Alan, I thought
you'd see Man One

as manna from heaven.

Not considering
my client's status.

When will people
get off O.J?

That verdict was jury nullification, pure
and simple.

The Juice never crossed
my mind, Ms. Southerlyn.

I was thinking more
about Ray Lewis

All-Pro linebacker
for the Ravens

who was knee-deep
in a homicide.

Not only was he acquitted,
he was voted MVP.

We have two witnesses.

They had about 50.

Do you realize that

after Alan Iverson was caught

running around Philly
with a gun

the sales of his jerseys

and shoes increased
tenfold?

On the other hand, Rae Carruth

is in maximum security
for the rest of his life.

Athletes are
not immune.

I agree.

But you see,
Kevin has one thing

that Carruth
didn't have.

You?

That, too.

Kevin here is suffering from
steroid-induced psychosis.

That's like saying your drunk
driver is not responsible

for vehicular homicide
because he was drunk.

That's one argument.

I'll send you
my expert's report.

You have your guy

spend some time with
Kevin, then we'll talk.

It must be something... thousands of
people screaming for you?

Or against you.

Well, how does that feel?

You don't hear it. You focus.

On a ball coming at you
at close to 100 miles an hour?

Yeah, that's
all you see.

It's like you're in a tunnel.

You, the pitcher, and the ball.

Nothing else is there.
Nothing else exists.

Too bad it can't
be like that

outside the ball park.

I get by.

Actually, you don't, Kevin.

That's why you're here.

The guy got in my face!

You're talking
about Norman Pratt?

Kevin, are you
always this tense?

No.

Maybe, I don't know.

Why Norman?

Do you know what it's like
to get to The Show, man?

Do you know how hard
it is to stay there?

Would the world end
if you couldn't?

Yes.

You don't know!

My old man, if I didn't...

He used to have to shovel
horse manure

on someone else's ranch
12 hours a day for 40 years.

Now you tell me,
what man deserves...

That's his problem,
Kevin, not yours.

Well, I got to The Show, man.

And he got to put down
his shovel

and hold his head up high.

And Norman Pratt was going
to take that all away.

To be accurate,
they're called

anabolic-androgenic
steroids.

They're synthetic derivatives of
testosterone.

Which hardly makes you
psychotic.

No comment.

Naturally occurring
testosterone

triggers male maturation and helps retain
proteins which aid in muscle growth.

So far I don't hear anything
about insanity.

Okay.

Most normal men produce

less than
ten milligrams a day.

Kevin Seleeby was taking
over ten times that.

And that affects
his behavior?

Professional athletes are
aggressive to begin with.

Toss a little fuel
on that fire...

He was being blackmailed.

He knew exactly
what he was doing.

Knowing what
you're doing

and not being able to prevent it are two
different things.

There's actually
a clinical term for it:

"roid rage."

And he conveniently told you

all about how
he was suffering from it.

I don't think this kid
is faking it, Jack.

Are you saying
he was truly unable

to control his actions?

Look, there was a lot
of pressure on him.

There's a lot
of pressure on me.

Yeah, you're not
injecting yourself

with chemicals
twice a day.

Look, I'll testify
that he was legally sane

but was he what the masses
would consider normal?

Not a chance.

Did you know that far and away

the most common users
of steroids are teenagers?

Kids have to get bigger
to get on the team

to get the scholarship,
to get drafted.

And the league just
turns a blind eye.

More home runs means
more tickets sold.

Yeah, even if
the law is broken?

Special rules for
special talents.

Well, the upside is that
their testicles shrink.

It's Fenwick's expert's reports,
written by Sarah Hoffman.

Kid's got money--
might as well go with the best.

Let me guess: a hundred pages?

Something's wrong here.

This shouldn't...

Somebody from Fenwick's office
screwed up

and attached
an interoffice memo.

Money doesn't always
buy you competence.

"I spoke with Douglas Karell

and he has no intention
of testifying."

Who's he?

I don't know,
but there's more.

"I believe
this will allow us

to pursue our original theory
of the case."

Is there an address
for Mr. Karell?

It's about living life.
It's about fun in the city.

You know,
out loud and proud.

New York Magazie
for gay people.

Mm-hmm.

People love to read
about who's seeing whom

and who's doing what.

And occasionally we have
dish on celebrities.

As a matter of fact

that's exactly why
I'm here, Mr. Karell.

Um, sorry.

ADAs don't rate.

I'm here about Kevin Seleeby.

Um, am I supposed to know him?

The baseball player?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Baseball bores me.

Now hoops, on the other hand,
that's...

Kevin's on trial for murder.

That's too bad.

Your name came up
in the course

of our investigation.

My name?

Yeah, it seems that
Seleeby's counsel

would like to keep you
out of the courtroom.

You know, it must be
another Karell.

There's a Marty over on...

Why don't you stop
playing games with me?

Because I can get detectives
here in less than 15 minutes.

You want to know what I think?

I think you and Norman Pratt

were blackmailing
Kevin Seleeby.

I think that you...

No, no, no.

I would never do anything

to hurt Kevin
or his precious little career.

The publisher of the magazine
was his lover, Jack.

Was?

They had different views
on freedom of expression.

Anyways, back when
they were closer

they were in Norman's limo.

He recognized Mr. Karell...

And started blackmailing
Seleeby.

Jack.

I'm glad
I found you.

Changed your mind
on that deal, did you?

Hardly.

The expert report I sent you--

there might've been a memo
attached?

A very interesting one.

You read it?

And we talked to Mr. Karell.

Shame on you.

I should say the same
to you, Alan.

Oh, I didn't read your confidential work
product, Jack.

That's a no-no.

You use it, I don't know how
many canons it violates.

Lucky for you there isn't
a judge in this state

who'll let you
make that mistake.

It's a clear-cut situation,
Judge.

If Mr. McCoy would just go back to the
notes he took in Evidence

he'll see that attorney
work-product is sacred.

Then why did you
send it to me?

If you don't know already,
Mr. McCoy

I'm not big on sarcasm.

As the Supreme Court said
in Hickman

the work-product doctrine is
critical to a lawyer's ability

to render
professional services.

Practically, the rule prevents

one lawyer from intruding upon opposing
counsel's legal strategizing.

The People did not
intrude in this case.

Mr. Fenwick delivered his
strategy by messenger.

By attorney error.

My client shouldn't suffer

because of my associate's
negligence.

He's right, Mr. McCoy.

The Second Circuit
held that the rule

protects against disclosure
of mental impressions

conclusions, opinions,
legal theories only.

Not facts.

The People do not plan on using counsel's
theories

only the fact that
Mr. Karell exists.

Nice, Jack.

My brother-in-law's a barber.

Tomorrow I'll send you
a whole bunch of hairs to split.

My judicial
sarcasm rule

applies to both sides
of the aisle, Mr. Fenwick.

I apologize,
Your Honor

but the memo clearly expresses
my associate's opinion

of how to try the case--

to wit:
"In my opinion

"it is crucial
to keep Douglas Karell

from testifying."

Game, set, match.

Any reference to Mr. Karell

and/or his particular
relationship to the defendant

is inadmissible,
Mr. McCoy.

er

than to put something
like that down on paper.

It wasn't Fenwick.
It was his associate.

And if that one ever knocks
on our door begging for work

politely escort him
to the elevator.

This has to be a first.

A lawyer's negligence
benefiting his case.

I don't see why.

We had a case before
we knew Seleeby was gay.

We still have a case now.

Since when do
we need a motive?

Me and Martin were
at the Scott House

over on the East Side.

Kev was supposed to pick us up
at around 7:00.

That would be in his limo?

That's right.

To take us to Atlantic City.

How did your plans change?

Kev never showed.

Why not?

He called Martin on a cell.

He was freaked.

Martin couldn't calm him down

so he gave the phone to me.

I've known Kevin
my whole life

but I never heard
him like that.

I mean, it scared me.

What did you do?

We took a cab down
to Kev's place.

I have a key, so we just went in, and
Kev...

he was so just so jacked up,
he could hardly talk.

What else did you see,
Mr. Arkuss?

I didn't know
what to do

so I went to get Kev

a glass of water.

In the kitchen
there was the driver.

You're referring
to Norman Pratt?

That's right.

He was slumped over the table.

I could tell he was dead.

Did you call
the police?

Martin started to

but I stopped him.

Why?

Kev's my cousin.

I know what we did was wrong.

When... when Kev finally
calmed down

we, uh, loaded the body
into the limo

and dumped it into the park.

And then we left
the limo

over on the West Side

and went to the hotel.

To establish an alibi?

That's right.

Did your cousin tell you
what happened in the kitchen?

Not really.

So he didn't tell you why

he killed Mr. Pratt?

No.

No more questions.

Yes, it's possible
that when placed

in a threatening situation,
an abuser of anabolic steroids

can become
exceptionally violent.

Would that be a psychotic
reaction, Doctor?

Psychosis, no.

Psychotic disorders

are characterized
by an extreme impairment

of a person's ability
to understand reality.

Typical symptoms are
hallucinations and/or delusions.

Did Mr. Seleeby tell you,
for example

that he heard voices

telling him
to kill Norman Pratt?

No.

He may have had
an overly violent reaction

because of the abundance of
synthetic chemicals in his body

but in the end,
he merely lost his temper.

So... in your analysis

there was
an actual inciting event

as opposed
to an imaginary one.

That's correct.

Thank you, Doctor.

Did my client tell you
what that inciting event was?

Not specifically, no.

But you did ask him, didn't you?

Of course,
but he refused to answer.

Isn't it true
that a mark

of a psychotic disorder is
an incorrect emotional response

to ordinary
situations?

Yes, but inappropriate responses
are not necessarily psychotic.

Killing for no motive,
whatsoever, Doctor--

would you consider
that psychotic?

In certain cases.

No more questions.

The People call Roger Ellery.

Objection, Your Honor.

On what grounds?

I get to ask that question,
Mr. McCoy.

Chambers, Your Honor?

Ten-minute recess.

Is Dr. Ellery on the People's
witness list or not, Mr. McCoy?

Front and center,
Your Honor.

But that's
not the issue.

What is then?

His testimony
is inadmissible.

Well, who
the hell is he?

Dr. Ellery sold steroids
to Norman Pratt

who sold them
to Kevin Seleeby.

You better not be wasting
my time here, Mr. Fenwick.

I wouldn't think of it.

Since an element of our defense is that
Mr. Seleeby

abused steroids

it would be redundant
to offer testimony

that he actually bought
them from someone.

Redundant, yes;
inadmissible, no.

Come on, Jack.

We both know what
you're doing here.

Perhaps one of you
would explain it to me.

Gladly.

In order to counter our defense

of steroid-induced psychosis

Mr. McCoy is planning to offer
evidence of motive.

That's a very good plan,
Mr. Fenwick.

Yes, it would be

if the prosecution had
some reasonable basis

in fact for offering it.

Clearly, Mr. McCoy
is planning to argue

that Mr. Pratt was
blackmailing my client.

He was.

That's right, about
his being gay

not about his steroid use.

Ergo, offering evidence
to the latter

would in effect
be arguing something

that Mr. McCoy knows is false

and we all know that would be
tantamount to suborning perjury.

I can present facts and the jury
can draw their own conclusions.

Rules may be there to be broken,
Mr. McCoy

but not in my courtroom.

Defense's objection to Mr.
Ellery's testimony is sustained.

I think we split on the experts.

Yeah, well, with no motive

my money's on the jury's love
for apple pie, Mom and baseball.

We have two witnesses
who said he did it.

For no reason at all

which means he must be
legally nuts.

Let's face it, Jack: Seleeby
is not going to go to prison.

I did what I thought was
necessary to put him there.

Which also includes
arguing a false motive.

Implying is not arguing

and it's certainly isn't
subornation of perjury.

Well, it's not exactly

ethical, either.

There are rules, Jack.

You were knowingly going
to break them.

Look, I think that Seleeby
should be convicted

as much as you,
but I don't think

that we have the right
to pick and choose

which laws we're going to follow

and which ones
we're going to ignore.

Rugby, North Dakota.

I'll bet most of you
can't pick that out on a map

but that's where Kevin Seleeby
was born and raised

and most probably would have
lived and died

if not for his special talent.

Unfortunately, in a universe
that was Kevin's destiny

talent wasn't enough.

25 players on a team,
30 major league teams.

That's 750 men

in the entire world.

Kevin had to be bigger.

He had to be stronger.

He had to be quicker.

He heard whispers around the
clubhouse of a magic potion--

a potion that would make him

the best ballplayer
he could possibly be.

That would keep him
from shoveling horse manure

like his old man back home.

So he took the potion.

And he became bigger
and he became stronger

and he became quicker.

And he also became sick.

I'm not talking
about the kind of sick

that would put him
on the disabled list.

I'm talking
about a mental disease

that would cause him
to kill a friend...

for no reason whatsoever.

Luckily in this country

we don't put men
like that in prison.

Let's be clear that
just because we couldn't state

with certainty
in this courtroom here today

just what Mr. Seleeby's
motive was, it doesn't mean

that he didn't have one.

And just because
the defense counsel

has presented you
with a touching story

doesn't mean
that it's the whole story.

Mr. Fenwick omitted the part
about his client

admitting to killing
Norman Pratt.

He left out the part

about his client
enlisting his friends

to help him cover up the crime.

He omitted the part

about his client trying to evade

the consequences of his act.

Just in case
anyone has forgotten

taking steroids is illegal.

It's cheating.

Kevin Seleeby didn't care.

Why would he?

After all,
it isn't really cheating

if you don't get caught.

But this time,
he did get caught.

He cheated...
at his chosen profession.

He cheated... at life.

And now he's trying
to cheat the justice system

but you have to ask yourselves

is it really justice
if it's obtained fraudulently?

Can cheating become
its own defense for murder?

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

On the sole count
of the indictment

Murder in the First Degree,
how do you find?

We find the defendant,
Kevin Seleeby, guilty.

The defendant
is remanded.

This case is adjourned

for three weeks while sentencing is
decided.

So the rumor is Fenwick
is going to appeal.

He's claiming
the jury convicted

against the weight
of the evidence.

Yeah, well,
if he manages

to get a retrial

I bet he changes gears

and argues that Seleeby
was being blackmailed

about his
sexual preference.

Not a chance.

Why, because being a cheater

is more sympathetic
than being gay?

I can see you've never been
in a pro locker room.

Hell of a closing, Jack.

I've got nothing
to apologize for.

That's right.

Special rules
for special talents.

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