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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.

So you'd never guess who was
trying on a Chanel suit.

Sandy Rowan.

Chanel? Who's she kidding
with those hips?

The point is she's
getting back with Bruce.

No way!
After that whole thing?

Well, forget that.

If John forgot
my tenth anniversary,

I would be out of there
before you could say
Raoul Felder.

I mean, where's
her sense of pride?

She said "Love is
stronger than pride."

And Bruce's bank account
is stronger than both.

Yeah.

Hey!

Oh, my God!

Somebody, get some help!

Call the police.

Oh, my God!
Someone call the police!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Took one to the chest.

M.E. says it was up close
and personal.

Drove up the block
like a bat out of H-E
double hockey sticks.

What precinct are you from,
Sesame Street?

She's still got her watch
and her wedding ring.

We got a couple of witnesses
over there

say it looked like
a carjacking.

You got enough
for an APB?

Eh, partial plate.

Uh, blue Escalade SUV,
newer model.

These are Detectives
Briscoe and Green.

You can tell them
what happened.

I have to get back
to the deli.

We're expecting
a meat delivery.

Meat?! A woman's
just been shot.

Hey, I got the license number
and I called 911.

What'd you do?

Take it easy, pal.
This is only gonna
take a minute.

Okay, I was outside
having a smoke,

and I see a black guy
pull this lady out
of her SUV.

She was stopped
at the light.

What did he look like?

Early 20s, uh,
sideburns.

He was tallish,
around six feet,

medium build, um, he had
a tattoo on his arm.

This lady,
she was putting up a fight.

The guy pulls a gun
and just pops her-- bang.

Because she wouldn't
get out of the car?

Looked like.

This city's a cesspool.

Two years ago, a guy comes
into my shop, points a gun.

I give him whatever he wants.
Nothing's worth your life.

Now those are words
to live by.

Or die by.

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The M.E. said the victim
was in her late 20s.

A .38 slug severed
her aorta.

Did you notify the family?

She must've left
all her ID in the car.

It's too soon
for Missing Persons.

None of the local store owners
recognized her.

Could be a tourist.

SUV didn't have
rental plates.

Motor Vehicle ran the partial.

Came up with 240 plates
matching the first three digits.

When are people gonna learn
a car just isn't worth it?

It was a Cadillac.

Hey, that model
is the number-one

stolen vehicle in America today.

The Escalade we're looking for
is a dark Ming blue.

Now, according
to the manufacturer,

that makes it a 2002.

Detective Pachuco,
up in the Bronx,

is working a chop shop
on Jerome Avenue

that specializes in SUVs.

You know Ed Pachuco?

It's amazing what you can learn

when you read
the precinct weeklies.

Go talk to him.

Jerome Avenue.

We took that baby down
a few weeks back.

Hey, we're looking for
a young black runner

who jacked a 2002 blue
Escalade this morning.

That wouldn't be my guys.

What, your guys
don't steal American?

You said he's
a black runner?

Jerome Avenue's strictly
Italian.

Oh, and all this time,
I thought the 14th Amendment

outlawed separate but equal
car theft rings.

Not in the Bronx, it don't.

Hey, did any rats

pop out of that bust?

Now you're
talking Bronx.

Those boys couldn't wait
to roll on each other.

Joe Borelli,
the perfect informant.

Not as dumb as he looks.

He's afraid of everyone's
shadow, especially mine.

He's a minor player,

but he knows the field.
I'll give him a heads up.

Great.
All right. Thanks.

Good luck with that SUV.
It's probably

in a million
pieces by now.

Yeah. Or in a container
on its way to Dusseldorf.

You sure nobody
seen you come in here?

Oh, you mean I shouldn't
have given my card

to those guys with the
broken noses in the
corner booth?

Cute. But I got
a reputation to uphold.

Yeah? You might want to flip
them sausages over there.

Hey, Tina, I'm going
to have to call you
back, okay?

All right. Later.

Tomorrow's her birthday.

Two Manhattan dicks.

Guess that SUV belonged

to somebody pretty special.

Yeah. She was left lying
in a pool of her own blood
on West 23rd Street.

Whoa! My guys are strictly
parking lots.

Yeah? What about
the competition?

You know, Lenny, why don't
you go wait out front of
the restaurant.

Maybe put the cherry
on top of the car.

Oh, right, right, right.

I know this guy, likes SUVs.

Doesn't ask questions.

Hey, yo!

You seen a blue Escalade?

Who's askin'?

Ralph Nader.

Yeah? I didn't
vote for you.

We're looking for
a runner who boosted
a blue Escalade today.

Like to help you, pal,
but as you can see,

I run a legitimate
business here.

Well, since you're
strictly legit,

you won't mind us taking
a little look around.

I'm in the market
for a new fender.

You guys got a warrant?

Ed, you hear that?

Yeah, I think I do.

Hear what?
The sound of a woman
calling for help.

Aw, this sucks!

"Female in distress."
That's exigent circumstances.

Eh, this looks like a
legitimate business to me.

Oh! That matches the
partial we got.

Well, pal, this is your chance
to tell us something

that'll keep you
out of jail.

Look, you caught me in an
embarrassing moment here,

so, uh, I'm going to be
straight with you.

Oh, that's big of you.

My guy was gonna start
working on the car,

when he found... this.

Nobody around here
will touch it.

"Bioharzardous waste."

You got a pair,
my friend.

Yeah, this is
Detective Green.

I need Auto to
confiscate a car,

and I need a Hazmat crew.

Look, I ID the guy
you're looking for,
you'll walk away?

That's open to discussion.

Name's Lamont Tyler.

Lives over in the projects
on Jefferson and 23rd.

Hey! I thought
we had a deal!

Well, the deal
hasn't started yet.

If your info pans out,
you walk.

Yo, Trice!

Lamont Tyler?

Yo, what's the deal,
my man?

Oh, you got to
be kidding.

You going somewhere, brother?

Got a job down South.

Well, call your boss and tell
him you're going to be late.

Ah!

Oh, I thought I was the only guy
who still carried a .38.

Dude, that ain't mine!
You planted that, man!

Yeah, you stick with that story,
see how far it gets you.

You recognize anybody,
Mr. Theodoulou?

He can't see me
through this window, right?

I don't want any trouble.

No. It's a one-way mirror.

Nobody can see you.

I think it's Number Two.

You think?

Number Two,
approach the window.

That's him.

A-Are you sure?

He's the one.
He shot that lady.

Thanks for your time.

Keep Number Two.

Three witnesses,
three positive IDs.

Three strikes.

I can count, Detective.

We're out of options
here, Lamont.

But I didn't do nothing.

I think Anna Hopkins
would disagree.

Who's that?

The woman who owns
the SUV you jacked.

Oh, that's libel, man!
I hate that!

Well, then this is really
gonna piss you off.

She's dead and we're
thinking you killed her.

Oh, hell, no.
Not me.

I was at a bar.

A bar. Just for
chuckles, which one?

How am I supposed
to remember that?

Even if he could
remember, Lenny,

he'd have to explain
away his fingerprints

on the victim's vehicle.

It must be a mistake.

Oh, this is
good, the way

you're working
with us, see?

Now, what about that .38
we found at your crib?

Was that a mistake, too?
Now you got it.

Three witnesses
ID'd you, Lamont.

Ballistics matched the piece
we found in your room.

The way I see it,
you got about an eight high

and you're looking
down the barrel

of aces full.

You better start
thinking about folding.

That's on you, B.

I got to tell
you, Lamont,

I don't see a way out of this.

Talk now, man.

We can work out something
with the DA.

Decision's on you, B.

Where do I sign, man?

Hey, Lieu, Tyler signed
a confession. Nice and neat.

Yep, he'll be making license
plates now, instead of
stealing them.

I wish all our cases went down
that easy.

They don't.

Hazmat crew sent the vial
over to an independent lab.

The report just came in:
corona virus.

Corona virus. As in SARS?

That's the one.

Now the question is,
what the hell was it
doing in the vic's car?

Last thing I thought
I'd do today was identify
my wife at the morgue.

We're really sorry
for your loss.

What happens to the bastard
who killed her?

He confessed, Mr. Hopkins.

You mean he'll plead out?

See, that's a sure thing.
In a trial...

So my wife is in the ground,

and, and he's out walking around
in two years?

I think it's going to be
a lot more than two, sir.

Last week, Anna and I celebrated
our third anniversary.

I took her to La Goulue.

Over dinner, we talked ab...
talked about having a baby.

We'd like to ask you some
questions about your wife,

if it's okay.

My wife was killed
for 6,000 pounds of metal.

What the hell is there to ask?

For starters,

what was she doing with
a toxic virus in her trunk?

For God sakes, she works at
Hudson University Research Lab,

as a lab technician.

Back when I was at Stanford,

Harvard offered me twice the
salary for half the workload.

I'd have been on
the first plane east.

I was,

only not to Cambridge.

Hudson doubled Harvard's offer,
and why do you suppose that is?

I don't know,
you're good?

It was good business.

Labs need money to survive.

The real money comes
from research applications.

You can't imagine the millions
my work can generate.

Can we get back

to Anna Hopkins,
Dr. Blanchard?

She was good at what she did.

Which was?

Doing what I told her.

And did you tell her
to drive around town

with a vial of SARS
in her trunk.

What? Not a chance.

We have people for that.

We have medical couriers
who transport viral cultures.

But you do have the SARS virus
on the premises?

We had it.

We acquired a small culture

a few months ago
for anti-viral research.

What'd you do, go around
the corner to Woolworth's?

China, actually.

You know what it must be.

We often share viral cultures
with other labs.

Anna must have been
servicing a request.

And you'd have
paperwork for that?

Yes, well,
of course.

The Health Department
requires meticulous reports

in triplicate.

I'll check with the folks
in Administration.

We already did.

But nice try,
anyway, Doc.

What are you implying?

That like all

good businesses,
you're covering your ass.

We do a detailed
background check

of every employee
before we hire them.

I interviewed Anna personally.

I don't usually
make mistakes like this.

Like what?

Anna's maiden name was Ozeri.

She was born in Saudi Arabia.

Oh, I get it.

By, uh, "suspicious,"
you mean "Arab."

Her father is Saudi,
so, uh, she must be a terrorist?

Your wife was driving
around the city

with an unauthorized
vial of SARS, Mr. Hopkins.

Times being
what they are,

we have to wonder why.

She's dead.

Does it make any difference now?

If she had friends,
it does.

Oh, 'cause those people
never work alone.

Her father passed away
last August.

We went to Riyadh
for the funeral.

She spent some time
with her brothers.

Was there anything different
about her

when you returned to the States?

Of course,

she was different.

Her father had just died.

And her mother had passed away
six months earlier.

You know, you would have liked
her mother.

She was British.

Look, Mr. Hopkins,
if you know anything
about this,

you need to tell us now.

Let me check her
Palm Pilot, you know,

'cause I think
she's got Usay's
home phone number.

Hey, stop it!

We have
an outbreak of SARS.

St. Mark's Hospital.

You know what,
Mr. Hopkins?

Maybe we will check
your wife's Palm Pilot.

Right now there are only
12 sick people.

That could be just the tip
of the iceberg, right?

So what happens now?

The Health Department's directed
all symptomatic patients

be isolated here while
we try to locate patient zero.

And what if it's not
one of the 12?

Patient zero goes
to the market,

coughs on the produce.

Then he heads on
the Number One train

downtown to the office.

I get the point.

CDC's conducting
an epidemiological
investigation.

Until that's completed,
we won't know how potent
this particular strand

of the virus is.

Is coughing the only
way it can be spread?

Typically, the virus

is transmitted
through the respiratory system,

but the CDC recently banned
blood donors who travel

to SARS-infected
regions.

We're going to need a list
of all the isolated patients.

The lab report on Anna Hopkins
came back from the M.E.

Her blood tested
negative for the virus,

so she wasn't
a carrier.

As far as we can tell,
none of the SARS patients

is connected to Hopkins
or to anyone Hopkins even knew.

That's hardly a shock.

If this is bioterrorism,

there's probably
no obvious connection.

Hold on. Anna Hopkins
isn't on any FBI

or Homeland Security list.

Oh, I'm going
to sleep easy now.

Detective Briscoe,

a friend of Anna Hopkins
on line two.

Says it's important.

Thanks.

Detective Briscoe.

She knew it was wrong,

but she didn't know
what to do.

Driving around with SARS?

He made her do it,
that bastard.

What bastard
are we talking about?

Dr. Ego, that's who.
Her boss.

Blanchard?

He told us they had
special couriers for that.

Look, I'm just telling you
what Anna told me.

Did she tell you
why she took the chance?

Because he told her
to, that's why.

I said he was crossing the line
by making her pick up his lunch,

but this-- I mean,

she could have
really gotten sick.

What was she supposed
to do with it?

Get rid of it.

Where?
I don't know.

Did those people get sick
from the stuff in Anna's car?

We're not sure yet.

It could have all just been
a coincidence.

Yeah. All right,
we're on our way.

Well, maybe patient zero
can shed some light.

Thank you.

I would have bet my degree

that the origin
of this particular outbreak

wasn't Canada.

Why is that?
Short course?

There are two strains
of SARS virus:

the Singapore type,

which caused
all the problems

for our friends up north...

Let me guess.

The other one
is from China.

I see you're current
with the medical journals.

No, we have a friend

who imported a whole batch
for anti-viral research.

Patient zero, Doctor?

Patient zero:

a journalist named
Janine Wilson

who recently returned

from a medical symposium
in Toronto.

By the time she presented
with respiratory symptoms,

she transmitted the virus
to everyone you see here,

including her four-year-old son
Tanner,

who isn't progressing
as well as we'd like. Poor kid.

He's got rheumatoid arthritis
as it is.

Can we talk to her?

Follow me.

Are there any new
cases recorded?

None in the last 48 hours.

Fortunately, it looks like
we caught this in time.

Still, shouldn't
we be wearing masks
or something?

Breathe easy, detective.

That's what isolation
units are for.

I write for Science Today.

If I didn't know
Charles Blanchard,

I wouldn't have a job.

What is this about?

Anna Hopkins.

I haven't seen her
in almost a year.

I couldn't have infected her.

She was killed
in a carjacking.

Oh, my God.

Charles had something
to do with it?

No, no.
But the thing is,

Mrs. Hopkins had a vial

of the corona virus
in the back of her car.

That bastard.

What in the world
was he thinking?

What are you referring to?

He put

my baby at risk?

Millions of innocent people?

Why don't we start
at the beginning, Ms. Wilson?

Charles and I had a thing.

It was good,
except he has a wife.

I should have known
he'd never leave her.

And you told him
to pack his things?

Four years too late.

The B-12 shot,
that had to be it.

Blanchard gave you
a B-12 injection?

Every week while we were seeing
each other.

I have chronic fatigue.

The last shot was right
after I came back from Toronto.

He came over to beg.

I can't believe I felt guilty
about infecting my child

in the name
of my so-called career,

and all along it was that
son of a bitch.

May we come in, ma'am?

See, Doc?

Some people still make
house calls.

What's this
about, Charles?

Sir, you're going
to have to come with us.

What are you doing?

Just call a lawyer, Elaine.

Charles Blanchard,
you're under arrest

for the attempted murder
of Janine Wilson.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you do say
can and will be

used against you
in a court of law.

Docket number 475434:

People v. Blanchard,
Charles W.

Charge is attempted murder
in the first degree.

How do you plead?

My client pleads
not guilty.

Bail?

Your Honor,
the People seek remand.

Dr. Blanchard intentionally
infected his former lover

with the SARS virus.

Allegedly.

She went on to infect
11 other people.

Charles Blanchard runs

one of the nation's
most prestigious

medical research labs,

oversees a staff
of a hundred people...

He also lectured
in six different countries

in the past year.

Looks like he's got some
frequent flier miles to cash in.

Bail is set at $300,000.

Defendant to surrender
his passport.

Attempted murder?

Remind me not
to sneeze on you.

Your client intentionally
injected Janine Wilson

with a deadly virus.

Do I have
to listen to this?

If you prefer,
we can send you

right off to Attica
now, Doctor.

Let's just
for a moment assume

there's some truth
to this crazy theory of yours

and that Dr. Blanchard did
actually inject

this Wilson woman
with the corona virus.

To rise
to attempted murder,

the defendant's act
would have to be
potentially fatal.

Your point?

SARS is not fatal.

I'm sure that
will be a comfort

to the 800 people
worldwide

who've already been buried.

If treated properly,

it's a bad flu, period.

Entirely curable.

Was that your plan, Doctor?

You make her sick, you cure her,

she comes running back to you?

I've had enough.

Let's go, Charlotte.

Let me just put
a couple of bees
in your bonnet

before I go.

First, Mrs. Blanchard will
testify

that Charles was home
with her

the night Ms. Wilson claims

he gave her
the B-12 shot.

Second, the virus was found
in Anna Hopkins' car.

Third, Mrs. Hopkins had
no authorization

to transport such materials.

Have a nice day.

Oh, I almost forgot
the biggest bee of all.

Anna Hopkins is
of Middle Eastern descent.

Don't go there, Charlotte.

Why not? Your cops did.

When all else fails,
blame the Arabs.

Draft a motion to exclude
any mention

of Anna Hopkins' background.

It's well settled

that the defense is entitled
to offer any evidence

that might tend to
exculpate the defendant.

Not if it's
totally irrelevant.

Really?

Tell that to Tom Ridge.

Tell it to Tom Brokaw.

And if your set's
been on the fritz--

for the last two years,
he's been opening
every newscast

with an item on the war
against terrorism.

Your Honor, this case
has nothing to do
with terrorism.

How can you be so sure?

Every day we're told to be wary
of biochemical attacks

by Arab terrorists.

12 people were infected
with a virus,

the source of which
was a vial

found in the trunk of car
owned by a woman

born in Saudi Arabia.

Mrs. Hopkins,
had no connection

with any terrorist group.

She didn't socialize with Arabs,
or even worship in a mosque.

The point is,
there is no evidence whatsoever

indicating this was
politically motivated.

Allowing the defense to even
suggest as much

will do nothing but inflame
and mislead the jury.

It's called reasonable doubt.

No, Ms. Swan,

it's called a racial crock.

Now, if you can't come up
with anything

other than name-calling,

you can't offer it as evidence
in my courtroom.

I got to tell you,
if I were in Swan's shoes

I would have played
the same card.

Anything to win a case?

Well, it's not like terrorists

wear an ID card
around their necks.

Who knows what this woman
was up to?

I do. She was dumping the weapon
her boss used

to try to kill Janine Wilson.

And if that boss
wasn't Dr. Charles Blanchard

I don't know
as I'd believe you.

You know him?
I saw him
on Larry King.

Pompous son of a gun

said he's prepared to rid
the world of all that ails it.

He also managed

to trigger the first SARS
epidemic in New York.

Well, be warned,

a lot of very important people

think an awful lot of this guy.

Including his wife.

Swan says that she's prepared
to testify

that Blanchard was
at home with her

on the night that Janine Wilson
claims that he injected her.

Talk to the missus.
See just how prepared she is.

Better you
sit this one out, Jack.

I'm thinking this might be

better handled woman-to-woman.

Life with a man of genius

isn't always easy.
I'm the first to admit that.

But over the years we've built
a good life together.

A happy life.

I know this is difficult,
Mrs. Blanchard,

but where does someone
like Janine Wilson

fit into the picture?

Believe me, I know
from experience,

a high IQ is
an aphrodisiac.

I know the mere presence
his effect has on women.

I've certainly learned
not to be jealous.

But he always
came home to you?

I should be
insulted by that.

I'm sorry.

The fact is

he never goes home
with anyone but me.

This whole story about some
sordid affair is nonsense.

So you think
Janine Wilson is lying?

Of course she is.

No offense,
Mrs. Blanchard,

but how can you be so sure?

Because Charles told me.

I would certainly take his word
over that of some hussy

who's deluded herself
into thinking

that Charles
has even noticed her.

On the night
in question,
we had dinner

at home and went to bed early.

She's either a great liar

or the Queen of Denial.

A masochist or a saint.

Or telling the truth.
Whatever it is,

I think the jury might
actually find her credible.

And you?

I hate to admit it,
but I might even believe her.

Which means Janine
Wilson is lying.

Or that Anna Hopkins is more
culpable than we thought.

Elaine Blanchard told me

that women fall all over
themselves for her husband.

I can understand the RICO
statute, but a woman...?

That's what makes
life interesting.

So suppose Anna Hopkins

had an unrequited thing
for Blanchard.

And suppose
she thought Janine

was the reason
it was unrequited.

Hell hath no fury like
an unrequited lab tech.

See what the gossip is
around the water cooler.

Are you kidding?

The only one around here
in love with Charles Blanchard

is Charles Blanchard.

So there was nothing
personal between he
and Anna Hopkins?

Oh, sure there was;
he made her nauseous.

That's odd because his
wife seems to think

women are
crazy for him.

Oh, well, he's okay until
you spend some time with him.

The man may not always be right
but he is never wrong,

if you know what I mean.

He's the feudal lord and we're
all serfs plowing his fields.

Let me ask you this,

did Anna ever mention
a reporter named
Janine Wilson?

Sure. She said
she was a nice lady.

Foolish but nice.

She thought Janine
was wasting her life

waiting around
for Blanchard.

She knew that Janine
and Blanchard

were having an affair?

Who didn't?

I mean, you don't interview
someone for an article

for four years.

So Janine actually
came by the lab?

Sure.
Two, three times a week.

She left her kid with Anna

when she and Blanchard
went off to lunch.

When was the last
time she was here?

The last time
I saw her was

a couple of weeks ago.

He was doing better yesterday;

and then this morning,
he woke up with a fever of 103.

They've released
everyone else.

I pray to God
that bastard

rots in jail.

I don't know
if he will, Janine.

I thought my virus

was the same
as that in the vial.

It was.

It got into me somehow,
damn it.

It had to be the injection.

You're probably right.

So what's the problem?

You.

What?

You told the police
that you hadn't seen

Anna Hopkins in months.

I know that you saw her at
the lab just a few weeks ago.

Why did you lie?

She says she had
a paternity test

four years ago
at Blanchard's insistence.

He certainly thinks
highly of her.

Janine said she wanted
to keep the whole thing
from her son

as long as Blanchard
stuck it out with his wife.

Mrs. Blanchard know
about the child?

Janine says absolutely not.

Well, we'll see how
long Dr. Blanchard
has an alibi

after you tell her.

After I tell her?

Arthur was right.

This sort of thing
is better handled
woman-to-woman.

If you expect me to
start throwing dishes,

you're mistaken.

To be honest,

I expected
some kind of reaction.

Why?

Your husband
not only cheated on you,

but he fathered a child
with another woman.

I never wanted children.

That's not the point.

No, your point is

that I should feel betrayed,
minimized, used.

Well, I hate to ruin your day,
but I don't.

Mrs. Blanchard,
most women...

Are fools.

Their husband cheats
and their first call

is to the divorce attorney.

I have to admit,
that would be my reaction.

These are
the same fools

who stand by their husbands

charged with embezzlement
or even murder.

I'm sorry, but to me,

those crimes are a bit more
morally reprehensible.

Excuse me.

Yeah?

Sure.

Speaking of murder,

your husband's son Tanner
just died.

I wish my dog was as loyal
as Elaine Blanchard.

You told her about the kid?

She didn't even
bat an eye.

Doesn't matter.

I doubt Swan'll put her
on the stand anyway.

She has to.
She's the alibi witness.

In the grand scheme of things,

a wife's testimony doesn't
amount to a hill of grits.

But it is better
than nothing, Arthur.

On the other hand,
when a wife takes
the stand,

privilege goes down the toilet.

Now, I've been around
for six decades.

I've never committed a felony.

Still, I wouldn't want
my wife cross-examined
on the record.

Well, my money's
on Elaine.

Besides, by the time
she takes the stand,

she's going to be better
prepped than Meryl Streep.

On the other hand,

we could be putting
the cart before the mule.

Now, Blanchard's staring
at a murder charge now.

See if he isn't more amenable
to a plea.

This is a tragedy.

We're both very sorry,

but my client
still didn't do it.

It doesn't change a thing.

Except the indictment.

We're upping the charge
to murder two.

That's absurd.

Whoever did this couldn't
possibly have foreseen

the child's death.

But as any first-year
law student knows:

intent follows the bullet.

The target of your rage
was Janine Wilson.

The boy was collateral damage.

Think about how

that's going to sound
to the jury.

Guilty pleas are only
for the guilty, Ms. Southerlyn.

We'll take our chances
with the jury.

No, in my opinion

there is absolutely
no possibility

that Janine Wilson could've
been infected accidentally

with the SARS virus
while she was in Toronto.

How can you be so sure?

In layman's terms,

the SARS virus originates
in two parts of the world.

The type that has infected
the people in Toronto

comes from Singapore.

And that was not the type

that infected Janine Wilson
or her son Tanner?

No. That was the type
originating in Hong Kong,

which has infected
all those people in China.

And the vial
found in Anna Hopkins' car?

That was the Hong Kong strain.

In addition, we compared cells
found in the vial

with those found
in the infected patients.

The results
were remarkably similar.

Specifically?

A 92% genetic match.

Thank you.

Did you test the cells
found in the needle

used to inject Janine Wilson?

No.

Why not?

I don't believe the police
ever located it.

I see. So, fingerprints would
be out of the question, too?

Obviously.

Thank you, Doctor.

It started with a backache,

muscle soreness and a headache.

At first,
I thought it was the flu.

And later?

The doctors diagnosed SARS.

That must have been
quite a shock.

Yes, it was.

Sure, I'd been to Toronto,

but all the literature said
the epidemic there

had been contained.

Were you scared?

I'd written
several articles

about SARS.

I knew that if treated properly,
I would recover.

Besides, in prior discussions
with Dr. Blanchard,

he assured me that treatment
was simple and painless.

And he would know?

He wrote the book on
virology, didn't he?

You don't sound convinced.

He wanted to hurt me; he did.

But why hurt my baby?

The steroids he was taking
for juvenile arthritis

weakened his immune system.

You knew Tanner

was on medication!

Just answer the
questions asked,

Ms. Wilson.

My baby is dead.

He was only four.

How could you?

How can you be so sure

it was Dr. Blanchard
who infected you?

He's the one who stuck a needle
in my arm.

He said it was B-12.

But he'd been doing that
for years, if I'm not mistaken.

Sure. While we were seeing
each other romantically.

After four years,
I finally realized

he was never going
to leave his wife.

That's when I told
him I couldn't go
on any longer.

What did he say?

He had a tantrum...

the great Dr.
Charles Blanchard.

Then he said I'd be sorry.

A week later he called
and apologized.

He said we were both adults.

We should continue
our friendship.

I believed him.

And that's why I let him
give me another shot

instead of going
to another doctor.

Did you know Anna Hopkins,

the woman in whose car
the virus was found?

Of course.

She worked for Charles.

Pretty girl?

I suppose.

Dr. Blanchard likes
pretty girls, doesn't he?

I wouldn't know.

Oh, come on,
Ms. Wilson.

Don't be so modest.

He said Anna was a good worker.

Yes, I just imagine she was.

Objection.

Withdrawn.

Was Anna a jealous woman?

Objection.

That's enough, Counselor.

I strayed. I admit it.

I felt terrible about it.

That's why I called it off.

How did Ms. Wilson
take that?

She became hysterical.

She threatened me.

She said she'd do
whatever it took

to pay me back.

Wait a minute.
Are you suggesting

that she infected herself
to implicate you?

Of course not.

It's easier to lie

about some
imaginary B-12 injection.

So you didn't
give her injections?

I did when we were
seeing each other.

When I ended our affair,

I suggested several
other doctors

who would be more
than willing

to continue
her treatment.

So you didn't give her
an injection

on the night of September 12,

the night after
she came back from Toronto?

Certainly not. I hadn't been to
her apartment in several weeks.

For the record, where
were you that night?

At home, with my wife.

It took you four years
to realize

that cheating on your wife
was a mistake?

No.

I'm a 50-year-old man

who had a young, beautiful,
intelligent, woman

interested in him.

What can I say?

I was flattered.

I was weak.

So, when it came to a choice
between your ego

and your marriage,
you chose the former?

I hated myself for lying
to my wife about the affair.

It was the first and only time.

I keep no other secrets
from her.

I see.

You told her
about your son, did you?

Hi.

I guess Swan feels you scored
some points in your cross,

'cause she's calling
Elaine Blanchard
first thing tomorrow.

And the jury will see
it for what it is--

a woman lying to protect
her husband.

Yeah, why'd she want
to is another question.

Different people expect
different things from marriage.

I guess you're
an expert on that?

Before you go any further...

She left me because I spent
too many nights like this.

Of course, I remember.

Charles and I had dinner in

and then finished working
the Sunday crossword puzzle.

I think we went
to bed around 11:00.

And you're sure
you're thinking

of the night of 12,
not the 11 perhaps, or the 13?

Yes.

Because it was a Monday.

That's when we
typically work
the crossword.

Good.

Did your husband leave
the apartment,

let's say, to walk the dog?

We don't have a dog.

To go to the corner store
to get some ice cream?

He was home all night.

No further questions.

Did you know your husband
was having an affair?

No.

How did it make you feel

when you found out?

I'm human...

It hurt.

But he certainly isn't
the first husband to cheat.

This wasn't a one-night stand,
Mrs. Blanchard.

This was a four-year affair.

Is there really any difference?

He had a baby with her,
Mrs. Blanchard.

What did you have for dinner
the night of the 12?

Prime rib.

Did you and your
husband

have wine for
dinner that night?

Mrs. Blanchard?

Yes...

Cabernet.

I'm sorry.

I can't do this.

My husband is...

You killed your own son.

Objection.

He was not home with me
that evening.

I lied about everything.

Chambers, Your Honor.

She was your witness, Ms. Swan.

I know that.

What I didn't know was that
she'd commit perjury.

With which story?

She's obviously an emotionally
disturbed woman

hell-bent on vengeance.

I want a mistrial.

On what grounds?

A witness's credibility is
an issue for the jury.

She obviously offered
contradictory testimony.

From which the jury can infer
whatever it pleases.

Her testimony was in and
of itself a criminal act.

I move that you order the jury
to disregard it in its entirety.

Nice try, Ms. Swan.
Sorry.

Then I want to redirect her.

It's your funeral.

That was some performance,
Mrs. Blanchard.

It was the truth.

Of course it was.

You wouldn't
lie under oath.

I tried, but...

Your conscience, I know.

Tell me, Mrs. Blanchard,
do you know a Martha Harlow?

If you didn't
hear the question...

She was one
of Charles' students.

And?

He had an affair with her.

I see. How about
Denise Lowell?

Do you know her?

She's a member of our club.

And?

Charles had
an affair with her, too.

You caught
the two of them

in your bed,
isn't that right?

I'm sorry, I didn't...

Yes!

And Cheryl Bennet,
Lynn Siegel,

Lauren Phelps
and Madeleine Broome--

he had affairs with all
of them too, didn't he?

Yes.

And those are just

the ones you know about.

God only knows how many others
there are.

Let me ask you something.

Mrs. Blanchard, doesn't
that make you angry?

Mrs. Blanchard?

Yes.

Angry enough to want
to get back at him?
Yes.

Angry enough to do anything...

Yes!

Even lie to have him
sent to prison?

Objection.

Overruled.

Answer the question.

Yes.

Now, truthfully,
Mrs. Blanchard,

was your husband home with you
on the night in question?

Yes.

Chambers!

Sorry, Counselor.

Choose a story,
Mrs. Blanchard.

Any story, just try
and stick with it, okay?

It's obvious what
happened, Jack.

She tried to lie;
she couldn't.

Look, thanks to your wife,

the jury could go
either way on this.

I'm willing
to offer you...

A deal?

Do I look that stupid?

Shut up, Charles!

For once in your life,

I wish you'd learn to keep
that damn mouth of yours shut.

Luckily, it doesn't matter.

It was all an act--
your entire testimony?

And I'd like to thank
Ms. Southerlyn

for reminding me that
the bourgeois fantasies

about fidelity

in marriage are still running
rampant in this country.

Excuse me?

You made me realize

it's easier for a jury
to believe that a wife

would lie to hurt a scoundrel,
than lie to protect him.

That's perjury.

Prove it.

We don't have to.

You already admitted it
on the stand.

Right. Of course I did.

But then I corrected myself

and told the "truth..."

Whatever that is.

Have you reached a verdict?

We have.

On the first count,
attempt to commit murder

in the second degree,
how do you find?

We find the defendant
Charles Blanchard, not guilty.

On the second count,
murder in the second degree,

how do you find?

We find the defendant,
not guilty.

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