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Whoo-ooh-ooh

Whoo-ooh-ooh-ooh

Whoo-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

In another life

We go unnoticed

Running naked through...

We could be here all day.

Yeah.

Whoa.
Are you okay?

Yeah.
Hey, watch it.

Hey, you nearly hit us!

Open your eyes,
pull your head out of your ass.

Hold this.

Hey, hey.

First of all,
language.

Second, no earbuds
while riding.

Third, you're going the wrong
way down a one-way street--

a $200 fine.

And finally, apologize.

I'm not apologizing
to you.

Not to me.

To him.

Sorry.
Thanks.

Ride safe.

Whoo-ooh

In another life we are

Our mother's reverie

In another life

Whoo-ooh
In another life...

(phone rings)

WOMAN:
Stark & Rowan.

How may I help you?

Hey.

I would die without you.
Thank you.

That one's Jenna's.
Got it.

Um, big room in three.

What?

What's going on?

No one knows;
better hurry.

In another life
we all get paid...

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, n-not now.

(groans)

(sighs)

Is it true?

Yeah, Stark mowed down
a third-year

in Contracts
in the garage.

The guy's name
is Jeffords.

Then Stark called
a litigation meeting.

If Jeffords limps his
way to a corner office,

I'll kill him.

(indistinct chatter)

Jeffords had it coming.

(light chuckling)

I'm joking, he's fine.

He survived my morning commute
without a scratch.

Let's get
started.

The D.A. might have inroads
in the Catherine Moore case.

They say they may have
discovered the weapon

she used to bludgeon
her roommate.

It's a pair of pliers
found stashed in the closet

of the victim's
hotel room.

They're covered in
our client's DNA

as well as prints from
her and the victim.

We're gonna pull a couple of you
off current cases

to bang this one out.

Harris and Cotelli
will assign teams.

I need ideas in an hour.

That's not a murder weapon.

Excuse me?

It's not a murder weapon.

Oh, this should be good.

Ms. Moore will tell you
the same thing.

(puzzled murmuring)

Um, imagine if Janet's pantsuit

were skintight jeans.

She'd have to lie down
on the bed

and work 'em
over her thighs.

She might be able to get 'em
over her hips, but

to pull up the zipper,

Janet's gonna have
to pop off the bed,

suck in her gut
and use the pliers.

(laughter)
Or ask

her roommate to pull up
the zipper, which would explain

her prints
on the pliers.

It's all about leverage
and torque,

but pliers tossed
into a closet--

it's no murder weapon.

It's just
a fashion accessory.

Also, there's no growth
in the nail bed and her shellac

still has
first-day sheen.

If Ms. Moore used a pair
of pliers in a messy murder,

she would have chipped
a nail.

My sister's a manicurist.

Good for her.

I'm sorry, who are you?

Martina Garretti,
first-year.

(phone rings)
Wait, wait, it's Marty.

Hi, sweetie.

We're going
to your nephew's play.
Hi.

He's the narrator.
I got him to wear a tie.

We could come into
the city and meet you

for lunch afterwards.

Please don't come in, Mom.

That is not why I'm calling.

Albert, let's go.

What's the matter?

I think I messed up
at work today.

You're not getting
your room back.

Hey, I thought you had
a job interview this morning.

No, I'll wait.
If you get fired today,

we can go in together,
like a brother-sister work team.

Shut up, Albert.

What happened?

We had a big meeting today,
and I spoke up

and I should have
just kept quiet.

No, Marty,
you should speak your mind.

(phone rings)
Yeah, I've been here

all of four weeks, and,
trust me, it's a lot different

from the Trenton D.A.'s office.

Oh, no.

Okay, deep breaths,
take it easy.

Luke Aaronson wants to see me.

Who's he?
He sounds like a tool.

A senior attorney here--
this could be bad.

No, no, he probably
just thinks

that you're gorgeous
and smart.

Is he short?
Short men love you, Martina.

Ma, I got to go,
I'll call you later.

I don't know if I'm with you
on this one, Bill.

That's all right.

Okay.

No, but let me get
back to you. Bye.

Donovan Stark
is so grateful

for your contribution
to the Moore case

that he's anointed you third
chair on another murder case.

Now, you'll get
a lot of blowback

from the other rookies,

but don't worry,
I'll take care of them.

The Ellie Fordham case.

Second-degree
manslaughter

for allegedly killing
her professor.

Prosecution says
the two were having

an inappropriate
relationship,

and here's where you come in--

no murder weapon found
in this case, either,

so sex is the crux
of their case.

Sure, 'cause sex
is always fatal.

Prosecution's claiming
it was a crime of passion,

but there's no proof
that the two were even a thing

and no eyewitnesses.

But there's signs of a struggle.

The professor had Ellie's DNA
underneath his fingernails.

She says that he was drunk
when she showed up

and he reached out for her.

Professor Robinson's
housekeeper

found him on the floor
the next morning.
Yeah,

cause of death was
blunt-force trauma to the head,

and Ellie Fordham's prints
were lifted off the doorknob

with slight traces
of blood.

Let's go see
Natalie.

Oh,

none of my professors looked
like that.

We'll focus
on forcing the D.A.

to produce a murder weapon
or an eyewitness.

She's up to speed.

Good.

Remember, the burden of proof
is on them, not us.

Since Ellie's out on
bail, can I talk to her?

I don't want to meet her
for the first time at trial.

I mean, this isn't
night court, right?

Is that how
night court works?

My assistant has
Ellie's class schedule.

But don't rattle her. Try to
make her feel comfortable.

And tell her to fix her hair
and wear a cardigan to court.

It might class her up.

Thanks for this
opportunity.

I'm really psyched
to be on the team.

Oh, you owe your good fortune
to a Cambodian child.

Our third chair bolted
when his adoption came through.

He and his partner
are getting a baby,

and we got you.

A win all around.

Ellie,

I'm Martina Garretti
with Stark & Rowan.

Do you work for my lawyers?

I guess you could
say that, yeah.

It looks bad that you went

to Professor Robinson's
apartment at night.

He told me to.

The form to make him my new
advisor was due the next day.

Unfortunately,
that conversation

was a face-to-face
with no witnesses,

so we got no way to prove it,

and when you texted him
to confirm the meeting,

he told you not to come.

It looks like you ran
a red light.

My phone ran out of juice,
and I never got his text.

Besides,
it was 8:00.

It wasn't like I was banging
on his door

at 2:00 a.m. like a stalker.

You believe me, don't you?

Is there someplace
we can talk?

No pizza boxes
or dirty laundry?

My scholarship came
with housing.

I live here
with my mom and my sister.

WOMAN:
Ellie, honey,

do we have company?
It's okay, Mom.

This is Martina.

(door closes)
GIRL:
Mom.

Mom, I completely forgot
about my costume for rehearsal.

Did you finish it?
I still have to hem the sleeves.

Mom.

She has encephalopathy.

It's incurable.

If I go to prison,

I don't want Jessie going
to foster care.

I'm so sorry, Ellie.

Where's your dad?

Who knows?

Let's talk
about your relationship

with Professor Robinson.

(sighing):
Oh, God, again?

It was totally aboveboard.

Until he tried to manhandle you.

He was drunk.

I had never seen him
like that before.

Okay.

Ellie, I'm the first person
in my family to go to college.

Congratulations.

If a super hot professor
like Michael Robinson

took an interest in me,

I might have slept
with him.

I didn't.

But you mean
if he were fat and ugly,

I would have a better chance
of getting acquitted.

The D.A. will say
Professor Robinson punted

on signing the forms
to become your advisor

'cause he was trying
to end your affair,

but you wouldn't let up.

He told you not to come
to his place, you went anyway,

and when he told you he wanted
out, you hit him in the head.

With what, a biology book?

They'll say things got out of
hand. They'll say you hit him,

that he dropped, and then
you tried to revive him.

Then you got blood on
your hands, panicked and left.

No, I went there
for school.

He never signed
the form.

Ellie, I don't know what
the other attorneys have said,

but I'm being straight
with you.

It's not just me.

I have three lives
to take care of:

mine, my mother's
and my sister's.

And I'm gonna fight
for all of them.

(bell rings)

Oh, the bagel cart
is here.

Is that why you came in on
a Saturday-- free breakfast?

(laughs) Not everybody bills
$400 an hour.

Oh, by the way,

can we do Ellie Fordham
pro bono?

Let's see.

It says she paid
for 20 hours up front

and then put the firm
on retainer.

No way, she's
on scholarship.

Her brother was killed
in combat in Afghanistan.

She's using the military
life insurance money

to pay for the defense.

What?

She never even
mentioned it to me.

Chick's a rock.

The chick
might be guilty.

"Luminol reaction
to DNA on the surface

"of the apartment's
interior doorknob.

"KM reagent kit

is presumptively positive
for blood."

Luminol's the stuff
that glows in the dark, right?

It glows where
there was blood.

Does it say
whose blood?

No, but the victim had
a small cut on his head,

so it's probably his.

They dig up King Tut
and get DNA.

We should have more
on a blood sample

that's 24 hours old.

What's that white stuff

on his sleeve?

Probably leaned
against a chalkboard.

God, boilermakers sounded like
such a good idea at 3:00 a.m.

The M.E. found more than 20
ounces of beer in his stomach,

a few grams of butter, one
half ounce of sweet breads,

some pine nuts and...

Oh, okay, hurling.

Thank you.
Where'd he eat all that?

Uh, the NYPD has
Professor Robinson

stopping at Lou's Bar.

I can't get thrown
into a case like this.

I got to retrace
his steps.

Can you retrace them
by yourself?

Martina, I can't even smell
the inside of a bar right now.

I hate when you make
that happy face.

MARTINA:
Was Michael Robinson

alone?

Yeah. He sat down there,
had a few pints, then he left.

Was he upset?
Any girl troubles?

I don't think so.

Can I set you up
with a round on the house?

Bitters.

Been there. You?
I'm good.

Thanks.

Not for nothing,
but I was a rock star waitress.

Oh.

Two years at Domenico's
in Port Reading.

Four summers at the
Wind Drift Cafe in LBI.

Oh.
Excuse me.

You can order starters
from him.

We're, uh, working
on that case

of that professor,
Michael Robinson.

The saddest.

He was nice and so cute.

MARTINA:
Were you working the
night he was killed?

Yeah.

Did he, uh, mention a
girlfriend? Did he meet anyone?

No, no, he wasn't in here
the night he was killed.

He was here the
night before.
He was killed
on a Wednesday.

The bartender said
that he was here.

No, Michael... the professor
was here on a Tuesday.

Connor didn't work.

I know, because it was my first
day back from my vacation.

He was confused.
He was fried.

He'd been covering for me.

He probably just forgot.

I got engaged
that weekend.

Oh, congratulations.
Let me see.
Thanks.

And you're sure

Professor Robinson
wasn't here on Wednesday?

Yeah, I'm sure.
MARTINA:
What was he like

when you waited
on him on Tuesday?

Normal, friendly.

He noticed my ring.

He was, like,
the first customer to notice it.

Hmm.
I'll be right back.

Robinson was the first guy
to see her as a bride-to-be.

That's an ironclad time stamp.

We just blew up
the prosecution's timeline,

didn't we?
Maybe.

If he wasn't here the
night of the murder,

we need to find
out where he was.

BOY:
Hey, give it back!

DARLENE:
Martina's here!
MAN: Ah!

ALBERT:
After the initial

time share, you pay
an annual maintenance fee.

That's literally
where you start making money

on your vacation
investment. No problem.

Just don't go during
hurricane season.

Charlie's with
his dad tonight,

so I'm going out.
You want to come?

I can't. Work.
On a Sunday?

Ah, baby big shot coming in
from the city,

late and empty-handed, as usual.

Good to see you,
too, Deb. Hi, Dad.

Hey, kiddo.
Aunt Marty, I'm
so glad you're here.

Can she legally stop me
from getting a tattoo?

Like, what are
my rights here?
You have no rights.

Hey, I got you
a new fire extinguisher

you can take back
to the apartment, okay?

My very own?
Dad, wash up.
Dinner's almost ready.

No tattoos,
no discussion.

No getting Martina on
your side, all right?

Hey, take it easy on Kate,
all right?

She can always get a tattoo
lasered off later.

Bonnie, stay
out of it.

BONNIE:
All right.

What happened?

They put me on a case already.
Third chair.

(cheering,
overlapping chatter)

You were so worried, huh?

MAN:
Let's eat.

(indistinct voice
of sports announcer on computer)

(man humming)

MAN:
Oh, man! Oh!

Happy Sunday.

Can you believe that?

Two picks already.

Oh, don't worry about Eli.

He'll wake up
in the fourth quarter.
(laughs)

You know,
when they first hired me,

they told me it might be two
or three years

before River Brody was the
investigator on one of my cases.

Martina Garretti.

Nice job 86'ing
NYPD legwork.

Thanks. Now we just need

to build a new timeline
and find a new murder suspect.

Did you find anything
in Robinson's phone dump?

The day he was murdered,
he got seven calls.

I thought they all
checked out.
Sort of.

One of them was from another
professor. He told the cops

he was home grading papers
the night of the murder,

but no one can verify it,
and the guy lives alone.

You can't punish the guy
for living alone.

Please tell me you have more.

Never open your show
with the headliner.

Couple of days before
Robinson was murdered,

he got a call from
Karenna Druss.

Who is she?

The dean's wife,

and the phone call came in
at 11:45... p.m.

Huh.

She might be worth a visit
'cause something's telling me

she's not coming
forward on her own.

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

Mrs. Druss,
we spoke to neighbors

at Professor Robinson's
apartment building.

They recognized you.

What happened was...
was a tragedy.

We're just trying
to piece together

Professor Robinson's
final hours.

I didn't see him that night.
Well, how often did you
go to his apartment?

I didn't say...
You said you didn't

see him that night,
so, uh, sounds like

there were other nights
you d see him.

Okay, we're getting into an area

that I really don't feel
comfortable...
Area?

You were having an affair
with a man who turned up dead.

I don't know anything.
I swear.

And I don't want
to get pulled into this.

I don't want my husband

or our children
to get hurt. Please.

Your husband's feelings
don't compare

to an innocent woman
being convicted of murder.

I'm calling my attorney.

That just earned her
a subpoena.

(laughs)

I like that you don't
overthink things.

Wait. What about
those phone calls to Robinson

from that other professor
the night of the murder?

His name is... Treaster.
Andrew Treaster.

On the night of the murder,
Treaster left two voice mails

on the phone of a doctor busted
for writing illegal scripts.

Ah, could be nothing.
That's why I
didn't bring it up.

Because I'm not
done digging.

Mmm.

Hey, Natalie!

Riv said
you think the victim

had the losing hand
in a love triangle.

It's a working
theory for now.

Well, Donovan likes his
theories laced with facts.

This isn't my first
murder case.

I did major crimes
in Trenton.
Trenton.

Is that where you
learned about tight jeans?

That's where I learned
to leverage an offer

from the district attorney
into a job at Stark & Rowan.

Well, you made it over the wall.
You can probably afford

something with all
of its rhinestones.

Sentimental value.

I got it down
the shore.
Oh, that's sweet.

I bet you're amazing
with a jury.

They must totally
relate to you.

Uh... I don't think that
cardigan's going to be enough.

Not nearly enough.
Fix it.

A law degree, and I still end up
in the bathroom doing makeovers.

Is my hair really that bad?

It'll be fine.

I come from a long line
of self-taught beauticians.

I violated the cardinal rule.

Never change your hair color

while depressed
or after doing tequila shots.

We also intend to call
to the stand the principal

of the school
where Jessie Fordham,

the defendant's sister, attends.

The principal
will testify

that assault charges were
filed against the defendant

for throwing
a 17-year-old student

into a bank of lockers.
Oh, those charges
were dropped.

She was being
bullied.
Shh.

The defendant
is a volatile woman, damaged by

an abusive father.

The victim tried
to break up with her,

unaware that she was
a powder keg.

She settled it
the only way she knows how.

She killed him.

NATALIE:
I've seen
Ellie's temper before.

She freaked out once
in the office.

Why isn't Luke picking up?

Ellie said she
forgot to mention

the school incident to us,
and I believe her.

Besides, the charges
were dropped, so we'll ob...

The student got a head injury,

they'll argue
it was Ellie's M.O.

You speak fluent townie.

Find out what else
she forgot to mention to us.

Luke hates surprises.

Where have you been?
I was calling you?

Prosecution can prove
a relationship

between Ellie
and Professor Robinson.

How?
Two witnesses

saw her crying to him
the day before the murder.

(sighs)
She said she'd
never leave,

and she didn't know what
she'd do without him.

So much for no more surprises.

ELLIE:
It's true.

I said all that stuff.

I was relieved
he had offered to tutor me.

The midterm was coming up,
and if I failed, I would have

to leave for the semester.

Someone misinterpreted
what I said,

and there goes my defense?
No.

Karenna Druss-- you know her?

Yeah, of her.
She's the dean's wife.

She was involved
with Professor Robinson.

Wait. Do you think
that she killed him?

Look, I got to get back
to the office. We're questioning

Karenna Druss.
Wow.

She's terrified.
It's all good.

MAN:
Karenna, remember,

this is a pretrial interview,
not a deposition.

Ms. Garretti will only

ask questions
that might help

with their
investigation.

You're not a suspect.

Where were you
the night of the murder?

She was on a dais
at a fund-raiser

for children's literacy.

You couldn't buy
a better alibi.

Not trying to.
Was Professor Robinson

romantically involved
with Ellie Fordham?

Not that I know of.
Are you a jealous woman?

This is ridiculous.
We agreed that...
It's...

Look, I couldn't blame him
for getting involved

with someone else.
I mean, I'm married.

Had you
and Professor Robinson planned

a future together?

No. It was getting complicated

since it looked like
he was going to get tenure.

He'd be at the
university permanently

once the ethics thing
was resolved.

What ethics thing?
Another professor

had complained
to my husband about Michael.

Was the ethics complaint about
fraternizing with students?

No. It was an accusation

by a colleague of Michael's--
Andrew Treaster.

He claimed that Michael
stole some of his work.

But he didn't.

Hey, Ellie.
ELLIE:
Hey, Martina.

What did the dean's wife say?
Did she do it?

No, but, uh, tell me
about Andrew Treaster.

Treaster.

He's a jerk, and his class is,
like, impossible.

Well, teaching a hard class
doesn't make you a jerk.

He plays favorites.

He takes all of his pet students
to this French bistro.

Why? Did he have anything
to do with it?

Maybe. He might have had motive.
I'll call you later.

Professor Treaster,
did Michael Robinson

do a lot of
tutoring?
Michael was very

popular with the students.

So Ellie's desire
to make him her advisor

and not you--
that wasn't a big deal?

Oh, God, no.
He-he was a good teacher.

What made him such
a great teacher?

I said good. Uh, he spent a lot
of time with them.

Me-- I'm selective
about the students I invest in

'cause I'm focused
on research and publishing.

You thought he stole your work.

I don't want
to speak ill of the dead,

but I wouldn't want to be
directly linked with his work.

I was concerned
that an article he wrote

relied heavily
on results from my lab

without citation.

You've spoken
with Karenna Druss.

Are you close with her?
No.

But she's a lot
like your client.

She met her husband
when he was still a professor.

My client wasn't involved
with Professor Robinson.

Ellie is a very nice
young woman.

But not nice enough to get an
invite to the French bistro.

Le Chat isn't a bistro.

It's, uh, more of a brasserie
with an extensive wine list.

Hey, I want the voice mails

Andrew Treaster left
the night of the murder.

He didn't seem too upset talking
about Robinson's death.

Hey, Garretti,
you ever take a lunch break?

Sorry. I'm sorry.
Hi. Riv.

So we're moving off
the dean's wife?

Yeah, on to Treaster.

Martina.

Luke. So, the student
Ellie pushed against a locker

at her sister's school
got picked up

by the anti-gang unit
three weeks ago.

Good. We can bury that
pretty quickly on cross.

How's our threesome,
uh, so to speak?

I think it got flatlined
into a dispute

between Treaster and the victim,

but I need to talk
physical evidence with you.

Okay.

The traces of blood
on the doorknob were so minute

that the M.E. can't determine
who it belonged to. I mean,

how can we be sure it's even
blood, and not something else?

The test results
came back positive.

They came back
presumptively positive.

It could be something other
than blood.

I dined out on corrupted
blood evidence in Trenton.

Find out what other substances
create false positives

with luminol
and KM reagent.
Will do.

What about Treaster
and the victim?

There was definitely
no love lost between them.

I mean, Treaster is
an insufferable snob.

He went on and on about

"Lee Chat."

Any facts come out
of the meeting?

I didn't want to talk
to Treaster

about his alibi
until we got the voice mails

he left
for that doctor.
When do we get the voice mails?

Riv's on it.
They're coming soon.
Good.

By the way,
it's pronounced "Leu-shat."

(chuckles)
Of course you've been there.

It's overrated. Unless you
like trotters and sweetbreads.

Sweetbreads?

Wait, wait.

Sweetbreads.

Robinson ate it before he died.

Brasserie? It's just a bar
without the fun.

Treaster wouldn't even
consider a place

where he couldn't light up.

Hey,

where can I smoke?

Out back.

Ooh. Remember
the good old days

when you could smoke
indoors like a normal person?

Yeah, I only drank
when I smoked.

What are you doing?

Robinson had the same
mark on his sweater.

He was here with Treaster
the night of the murder, Riv.

It could mean Treaster
lied to police about his alibi.
All right.

I'll do an evidence sweep
out here.

Good.
Let's find out what he's hiding.

Take it down a notch, Bon.
They're people, not steaks.

I got to get you out
of general population.

You couldn't have called first?
Deb's being a priss,

and if she keeps it up,

Kate's gonna get tatted up
just to spite her.

Maybe Kate just needs us
to be good role models.

I mean, none of us have tattoos.

Hey, I've seen you
get out of the shower.

Where'd you get...

I don't want to know.

Stop. It's cute.
Why don't you like them?

A tattoo is way too permanent
for a kid her age.

No matter where she goes,

it'll always remind her
of who she was.

Not who she can be.

Something wrong
with who she was?

You know what I mean.
Bon!

All right,
I'll go talk to Deb...

alone.

Uh-huh.

(elevator bell dings)

Hi. I saw you downstairs,

but I didn't
want to interrupt

the Real Housewives
of New Jersey.

That's only funny 'cause my
sister would love to be

a housewife, but she's a single
mom who works full time.

What's up?

I'm gonna recommend to Luke that
we plea out with Ellie Fordham.

The prosecution's narrative
is taking shape.

The victim had sway over her.
She was desperate and scared...
Natalie,

I've got a whole new thing...

A whole new thing?

We don't have a suspect,

or a timeline, or evidence

that counters their theory.

A jury will convict her.

We have to get her
the best deal we can.

Hey, Rhona.

Listen, listen...

CYNDI:
Martina...

did you get
Ellie's photos?

Oh.

Now I did.

I told her to wear the
pencil skirt, the low heels,

and that, like,
preppy sweater thing.

Which hair do you like
for a jury?

Darker's better, but...

Oh, it's not going to matter.

Natalie wants Ellie
to plea out.

Natalie is evil,
don't get me wrong, but...

she's a good lawyer.

Maybe this is the best thing
for Ellie?

Natalie is judging Ellie
by the company she keeps.

The day that you
interviewed here,

everybody was talking
about how you had

beat Rowan's nephew in court,

and how you had an offer
from the D.A., and then...

you walk in...
Oh...

Hey, I thought you looked good,

but you came in

looking like...

you.

And y still
got the job.

Natalie Minka
can't deal with that.

Ellie's going to jail-- that's
how Natalie's dealing with it.

Okay, you have business cards
from Stark & Rowan

on the same stock paper
as Natalie Minka.

You are a fancy lady lawyer.

Okay, I put together some faxes
from the M.E.'s office,

along with some DNA cases
I pulled from Westlaw.

Cyndi.

Thank you.

(cell phone ringing)

MARTINA:
Hey, Riv.

Hey.
Check your phone.

I just sent you the voice mails
Treaster left

for that prescription doctor.
Really? Well, that's great.

Well, it gets better.

We got a positive match
for Robinson's print

off the Dumpster in the back
of that French restaurant.

Definitely.
And it's definitely his print?

Thanks a lot, Riv.

What, are you kidding?
Thank you.

You're making me look good.

Talk to you tomorrow.

KATE:
Aunt Marty, I decided

not to get a tattoo,

but now the tattoo parlor
won't give me a refund.

That was $95 of my
babysitting money.

Calm down. Didn't they need
parental consent?

I forged it.

You're so like Aunt Bonnie.

Well, they can't do that.
They can't?

Well, maybe they can.
Do you have a receipt?

Yeah. Thanks, Aunt Marty.
You look really pretty,

and that's not just
'cause you're
There you are.

getting me my money back.
Okay, let's see this.

It's a little tight for court.
I wish it were more comfortable.

(electronic chime)
Honey, you don't have
to sleep in it.

You just got to look good.
Hold on.

I just got these
voice mails we subpoenaed.
This looks good.

MAN:
Hey, it's me, Andrew. Uh...

Turn that off.
Turn what off?

That.

I'm out, so call me on my cell.

That's not cool.

Hey, it's me, Andrew...
KATE:
Stop.

Uh, where are you?

What just happened?

You're too old to hear it.

Hey.
Hear what?

Why do you have a mosquito tone?

A mosquito tone?
Yeah.

Like a really
high-pitched noise.

It's like, um, like nails
on a chalkboard,

but you have to be under 25
to hear it.

How do you know about this?

The manager of the drugstore
on Central Avenue,

he plays it outside
so kids won't

hang out in the parking lot.

Is that true?
Yeah!

Some of my friends,
they set it as their text alert

so teachers can't
tell when they're

texting in class.
Ma, I am taking Kate

into the city and buying her
her first beer.

Go and get your things.
Yeah, all right.

Oh, my goodness,
very exciting.

Listen, don't worry
if your mom calls.

I'll cover for you.

MARTINA:
Headphones. Huh.

KATE:
Oh!

(groans) What?

Are you serious?

(high-pitched tone)

What's going on?

You just proved that a witness
lied about his alibi.

Treaster was here.
He wasn't home.

Who's Treaster?
Can I have my beer?

Yes. At midnight on
your 21st birthday.

Aw...
Come on.
I'm taking you home.

Ma, I got to be honest,
I like it darker.

Well, your father
likes it blonde.

I'm not having
that conversation.

Okay, would you please
talk to her, Jackie?

Men are visual.

They're real visual, Deb.
Ma.

Hey, Marty.
Hey.

Here you go.
Ah, thank God. Where was it?

It was up in the bedroom where
you were trying on your jacket.

I thought I lost it.
My I.D., my bar card.

She's been under a lot
of pressure.

She's defending a murderer.

Congratulations.

No, I'm defending a girl
charged with murder.

So, you took my only daughter
to a bar last night?

Kate was helping me with work.
She was great.

Bar played this mosquito tone
to try

and keep the skate punks
out their alley.

And that helps your case?
Yeah, 'cause the guy said

he was home the night
of the murder, but now we know

he was in the French place.
So did they arrest him?

No, and there's all this

evidence against our client.
It's a mess. I got to go.

How much spray
are you using?

I don't know.
It's, like, ratty.

Hey, hey, you're not
wearing gloves.

I don't want it to
get on your hands.

You need a trim.
Your ends are fried.

She does.
Yeah, I haven't had time.

Well, you make the time, baby.

You never hear
Cher making excuses,

and she is a very
busy lady.

Ma, it's Cher's
job to look good.

No, no, no,
men are on the jury.

Yes.
Men are visual.

Yes.
So part of Martina's job
is to look great up there.

Yes.

Jack, can I take this?

It's empty.

I know. Thanks.

Bye.

She's what they call
"first chair."

Uh-uh, third chair.

The mosquito defense
was genius.
You got a minute?

It's about the physical evidence
at the scene of the crime.

Luminol gives false positives,
so after investigators got

a blood trace on the doorknob,

they had to eliminate
false positives.

Right, with the KM reagent test.

No. With the portable KM reagent
field kit

which reads false positives
from things like bleach.

Taken two weeks
before the murder.

And this.
Ooh.

Girls run their fingers
through their hair all the time.

What if Ellie's hands
were coated

with spray-on hair lightener

and then she touched
the doorknob?

Here are the ingredients
in our hair product

that interfere with luminol
and the KM reagent kit.

Ellie left fingerprint

and cheap hair bleach
on the doorknob.

Not fingerprint and blood?

Yes. That's why they could never
extract an actual DNA sample

from the doorknob.
There wasn't any.

So what links Ellie to the cut
on his head?

Nothing.

You want to call Professor
Andrew Treaster to the stand

because he's been lying
about the night of the murder?

Yes, sir. Treaster and the
victim had a rivalry.

As I was telling Donovan,
if we put Treaster on the stand,

it will confirm the
prosecution's theory.

We'll never let it get
that far.

You're not in a position
to take that kind of risk.

He should be a suspect.

But he isn't yet;
Ellie Fordham is.

And the D.A. will object
on relevance if you try

to get the
voice mails admitted.

Let's assume they do.
What's the worst he could say?

That the victim had a proclivity
for amoral behavior.

It's why we'll never put
Karenna Druss on the stand.
Who's that?

The victim's mistress.

After that, it will be easier

for the D.A. to
suggest that he was

involved with a student
like Ellie Fordham.

Yeah, I agree.

I don't.

I-I don't agree.

Really?

Tell me why.

Treaster lied about his alibi.

At the very least, he's guilty
of obstruction of justice,

and we have him
on perjury.

If we can get
him to talk

about the night
of the murder

as it relates to him,

we can wander into his alibi.

You want to wander
with a witness

who could be an asset
to the prosecution?

Step in.

Treaster and Robinson
met at Le Chat.

They went out back so
Treaster could smoke.

They fought, probably over
an ethics violation

that threatened
Robinson's tenure.

Treaster shoved
Robinson.

Robinson hit his head
on the wall,

he touched his fingers
to his head

and pulled himself up
on a Dumpster

and left a fingerprint.

How do you know that?

Riv pulled Robinson's
print off a Dumpster

in the back of Le Chat.

How does a fingerprint survive
for months in an alley?

Wasn't it exposed
to the elements?

It was on a ledge
inside the Dumpster.

So, Treaster
stormed off.

He called his dealer
from the alley behind Le Chat

and left two voice mail messages
that we can play in court.

Once Professor Treaster's
on the stand, he's ours to run.

To run where?
He could say anything.

He could, but once
he says anything

about the night
of the murder,

the voice mails are relevant.

First she calls into
question a DNA test

that is used in
countless departments.

Now she wants to bring
someone on the stand who I...

I thought women went to salons
to get their hair done.

Salons are expensive.

Highlights can cost $100.

My highlights cost $300,

but the point is,

Ellie was failing out of school.

She was at risk of losing
her scholarship, her housing.

They had just gotten back
from winter break.

Everybody comes back

from vacation with resort hair,

and you want to...

She wanted to look
like she'd been somewhere.

Anywhere.

So she pretends.

She... gives the illusion

that her life
is as glamorous as theirs.

Martina...
prep Luke,

to make sure this
unpredictable witness

doesn't wander away from us.

For Ellie Fordham's sake,

let's hope Treaster
touches that third rail.

MARTINA:
Affidavit.

M.E. report.

I.D.

Martina?

I'm leaving for court now.

Well, I should hope so.

Something interesting
happened this morning.

I was standing at my
closet getting dressed,

and I realized

that I've acquired
an impressive wardrobe.

I probably have two dozen
custom-made suits.

That is very impressive, sir.

Martina, when I first
got to New York,

I rented three-piece suits.

Rented them.

Luke's not going to
question Treaster.

But I didn't prep Natalie.

You didn't need to.

You're questioning him.

You mean in court?

Yes.

Do it your way.

Okay.

Hey, you ready?
I'm good.

Don't worry,
you lower expectations

just by walking in a room.

This is not a pep talk, is it?

Look, Treaster needs
to feel safe and superior.

Get him to talk about his alibi,
and you have him.

Just get him to touch
the third rail.

Come on.

BAILIFF:
Do you swear or affirm
that the testimony

you are about to give...
It's go time.

BAILIFF:
...is the truth,

the whole truth
and nothing but the truth?

TREASTER:
I do.

(sighs)

Good morning, Professor.

Ellie Fordham was

a student of yours, correct?

Yes, that's correct.

Would you characterize her

as a good student?

Yes, but I think
she wasn't prepared

for the rigor of a college-level
science program.

But she got an "A" in her
AP Biology course last year.

That was a high school course

that required no more
than rote memorization.

Professor Treaster,
how were other students prepared

in ways that
Ellie Fordham wasn't?

Well, they came from rigorous
preparatory programs,

and they could apply concepts

to problem sets.
Ellie could not.

How do you maintain
high standards

of a difficult field
like biology

and still encourage your
students to hang in there?

I know I could have
used a second

or third chance in some of

my classes in school.

Objection, Your Honor.
Relevance.

Overruled.
But Ms. Garretti,

we don't need to flip
through your college yearbook.

Keep it moving.
Witness, you may answer.

Where is she
going with this?

Not every student
is cut out for biology.

And some should take their
frustration as a sign

that they could study something
softer, like humanities.

Or law school?

(gallery chuckles)

And with someone like Ellie,

you thought a softer
change was needed?

I did.

Did you suggest
she switch majors?

Yes, I did.

And did you recommend

that she drop you as an advisor

and get Michel Robinson instead?

He had more time for her.

Yes, I did.

And when someone
of your stature

gives that kind
of advice to a student,

do they usually
take your advice?

Yes, they do.

Did Ellie Fordham ever
thank you for your advice?

No, uh...

but I'm not looking
for gratitude.

I know, but...

Did you know she was going to
Michael Robinson's apartment

with the change of advisor forms
the night of the murder?
No.

Is it possible that

she stopped by your office
to thank you,

but you weren't there?

Sure, that's possible.

You were in the lab that night?

Uh, which night
are we talking about?

The night before
the advisor forms were due.

Right. I was grading papers.
At home?

Uh, yes,
I was at home that night.

Your Honor, I'd like
to admit into evidence

two voice mails Professor
Treaster left the night

Michael Robinson was murdered.

Objection!
Relevance.

Your Honor, the voice mails
prove Professor Treaster

gave false statements to NYPD.

He wasn't at home
that night. We ask...

He hasn't been charged
with anything.

We're trying
Ellie Fordham, Your Honor.

MARTINA:
We have enough evidence

to warrant a reexamination
of the charges.

JUDGE:
You better, Ms. Garretti.

Counselors, in my chambers.

She did it.

Yep. She did.

A mosquito tone?

This is a waste
of the court's time.

See, the black robe here
allows me to speak

on behalf of the court.
And guess what.

We're hearing civil liberties
cases on these things,

that it bars kids
from public spaces.

Go on.

This proves
Treaster and Robinson

were in the alley
together that night.

Your Honor,
it does no such thing.
LUKE: It certainly suggests

Professor Treaster
committed perjury today.

The M.E. will testify that

Robinson's head wound caused
symptoms like a stroke or,

as our client described,

made him seem drunk.

When Robinson reached out
for the advisor forms,

he scratched Ellie's arm
and fell to the floor.

HAAS:
Oh, come on.
That explains her DNA

under his fingernails.

You've created a scenario
to suit your needs.

This wasn't a crime of passion.

This was two guys

disagreeing in an alley.

We've got evidence,
motive

and medical opinion,
Your Honor.

And, Your Honor,
you don't want to get

Ms. Garretti talking about
corrupted blood samples.

We'll be here till Christmas.

Yes, I do sense a high level
of passion from your colleague.

The D.A. has to drop
the charges against our client.

JUDGE:
Mr. Haas?

To be honest, I don't like your
chances for a conviction here.

If Professor Treaster

gave false statements
to investigators

to cover up his connection
to the death,

we will pursue that.

Since you're so concerned
about wasting the court's time,

you'll appreciate that as far
as this trial is concerned,

the charges against Ellie
Fordham are hereby dismissed.

Please don't do a victory dance
in my office, counselor.

There she is.

LUKE:
You know what?

Why don't you tell her?

I'm gonna get
back to the office.

Nice job today.

Thanks.

They dropped
the charges, Ellie.

You're free to go.
It's over.

Thank you.

Martina Frances Garretti...

...you were sensational.

Ma...

So...

you gonna go out
and celebrate?

I guess.
You go.

You're never gonna get a
mink standing at the sink.

Ma, I could buy my own,

if anyone actually
wore mink anymore.

Ah, what fun is that?
(laughs)

It's always darkest
before the dawn

Shake it out, shake it out

Shake it out,
shake it out

Oh whoa

Shake it out, shake it out

Shake it out,
shake it out

Oh whoa

And it's hard to dance

With a devil on your back

So shake him off

Oh whoa...

You took advantage of her.

She had her mother's signature.

And the sign says
"no refunds."

I'm a lawyer.

Did you see her I.D.?

...leave the past behind

I can see no way,
I can see no way...

I got to write you a check.

Our love is pastured

Such a mournful sound

Tonight I'm gonna bury
that horse in the ground

So I like to keep
my issues drawn...

Wait.

It's always darkest...
TATTOO ARTIST:
Hold still.

Before the dawn
It's got some bite.

I'm tougher than I look.

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