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NARRATOR: 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.

"Just light it up here.
No one will even 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.

Yeah, 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.

"Most people are about as happy
as they make their minds up to be."

Leslie, would you quit the damn
psychobabble and get the supervisor?

What, why?

Oh, my God.

Wallet's gone. No ID.

You thinking it was a mugging?

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 wanna get a look at that
before it goes to the lab, all right?

You got it.

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.

Twelve to 14 hours?
You sure about that?

Give or take. No external
wounds or obvious bruising.

Hey, maybe we're looking
at a real act of God?

I doubt God needed
his watch, cash and keys.

Have fun, this guy's
handwriting's 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.

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.

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 cavities,

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?

(BUZZING)

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 oughta
keep your mouth shut

before you talk
yourself into a felony.

Come on, we need your expertise.

Yeah? Always wanted
to be an expert witness.

Oh, 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 formerly known
as Hades. He's dead.

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?

That cup of coffee's as
good as it's gonna 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 the
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 until
he had the money to ask me.

He made me
promise I'd wear this.

We're sorry, Miss Ikedo.

Do you know of anyone that
would want to hurt your fiancé?

I can't think of anyone.

Any friends of his he might
have had a falling out with?

Norman was a recovering addict.

So, some of his acquaintances...

BRISCOE: 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.

ED: What kind of
work was he doing?

He's a limo driver. He
was driving last night, too.

SUZY: 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 can we assume that
Norman Pratt was a good worker?

No complaints.

Aw, jeez.

I really liked this kid.

But you weren't concerned when he
didn't show up for work this morning?

Why would I even notice?

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 don't know what
I was thinking.

Good 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 have
kept using it till it cracked.

I would have, but I struck
out the next 10 times at bat.

There's 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?

We had 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
fiancée, somewhere.

Yeah, we spoke to her already.

So, you and Norman
were pretty friendly?

He was cool.

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 didn't want to
embarrass myself.

Hey, wasn't Maris
from North Dakota?

I've got a signed
picture on my wall.

VAN BUREN: What is it
with the male of the species?

BRISCOE: You got
a couple of months.?

Well I'm referring to how you
can just about melt in front of a guy

who can 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 did 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."

No, 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 plate
does Seleeby bat from?

Thirty percent 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 fiancée will know.

I told you, Norman
was off the stuff.

We're not saying 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,

a 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?

Make a lot of house calls?

I'm a PhD in chemistry.

Yeah, and I can guess what
kind of chemicals you cook up.

You can go now.

Lennie, what do you think the
good doctor's got brewing back here?

Beats me.

On my way to the
can, I'll take a look.

ELLERY: 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 have
mentioned his name.

Now they'll have to put an asterisk
next to his name in the record books.

Just like his idol.

Makes it harder to believe the
Babe hit 60 on hot dogs and beer

during a 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.

Ah! They found Pratt's limo.

All right, we'll talk to you.

OFFICER: Vehicle was sticking
out into the lane like three feet.

Like this was his own
personal driveway.

ED: What time did you find it?

Wrote the ticket at 11:10.

Just got your APB.

I 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 Norman took the car out,

odometer read 11,622 miles.

So?

Well, now it reads 11,629.

So either they moved
Atlantic City a whole lot closer...

Or Saleeby and his
posse never left Manhattan.

That asterisk is getting
bigger as we speak.

Okay, it's not
like it's a secret.

BRISCOE: 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.

BRISCOE: The trouble
is, we like fact, not fiction.

Screw you.

Oh, that kind of attitude is not
gonna get you on a Wheaties box, Kev.

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

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've got an image
to protect, all right?

Martin, my agent, he was going to
get us some girls, you know, pros?

Why the hell would
you need a pro?

Because they don't
want anything from me.

It's not like they're gonna
accidentally get pregnant

or tell some judge
that I promised

to take care of them
the rest of their lives.

We were at a small hotel.

The Scott House.

Over in the sixties, East Side.

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 into 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.

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

Ninety percent of
them would do it for free.

But like anything in this world,

there's a price.

Women throwing
themselves at you non-stop,

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.

He saw what happened
to guys like Shawn Kemp,

kids in every NBA port.

BRISCOE: 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 about, I
don't know, 7:30, no 7:45.

BRISCOE: 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, so
I'd say we got there 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. About
9:10, I went upstairs.

Ten minutes later, Kev came up.

About 10 minutes after
that Davie joined us.

We ordered a bottle of
Jack and watched the game.

About 11:45 we
decided to call it a night.

I was dropped off
first, about 12:10.

That was our night.

So Kev told me about Norman.
That'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?
Photographer, more likely.

Kev couldn't take a chance
so, then we went into the bar.

Oh sure, no image
problem there, huh?

About 9:10 Martin
went up to the room.

Ten minutes later Kevin pretended
to take a leak and he snuck up.

Ten minutes after
that I went up.

Then we ordered a bottle
and we watched the game.

Sounds like fun. What
were you drinking?

DAVIE: Jack Daniels.

We left the hotel at 11:45.

Kev dropped Martin
off at home first.

Then he dropped
me off about 12:30.

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.

BRISCOE: Thanks.

Well, they certainly
have their stories straight.

A little too straight,
don't you think?

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.

Whatever happened to the
good old cherry tree story?

That'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 10 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.

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.

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.

After making quite a
scene out in the lobby,

so the boss doesn't miss a word.

Discretely, of course.

Well, of course, the big
cheese might not understand

and you might wind up
discretely pounding the pavement.

What?

Kevin Seleeby,
the baseball player.

Yeah, I know who he
is. What about him?

ED: What time did he
get here Tuesday night?

I don't know, uh, maybe 8:30.

That's funny because he told us
he didn't get here until 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.

(CELL PHONE RINGS) Oh!

ED: Yeah.

Excuse me, do you
know Kevin Seleeby?

Who doesn't?

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, Loo, later.

That whole tell the truth
thing? Forget about it.

Loo 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.

ED: 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 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 at Bucci's.

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

Well, I was the only one that 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, the thing is, Davie.

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.

Martin takes care
of all that stuff.

If there's one thing that
pisses me off to no end

is when the 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.

BRISCOE: 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.

The 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 have said it
was the maid who called.

ED: Bucci's, huh?

Yeah, it's a
three-star restaurant.

They must have one
hell of a veal piccata.

As a matter of fact, they do.

I wouldn't figure a place
like that would deliver.

I'm a good customer.

You must be to get them to
deliver from Twenty-third and First

all the way up to
Sixty-third and Third.

Like I said. It was moot anyway.

I was the only one
that was hungry.

That's one explanation.

Another one is,

that you saw Norman
with his neck snapped,

you freaked out. You dialed
911, 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 ballplayer, huh?

Juries love ballplayers.

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.

Because 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 10% 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?

As a matter of fact, we did.

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...

BAILIFF: "Docket number 39867.

"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 please.

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 hotshot?

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 have 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.

JACK: How low?

How long are we on motive?

We think 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've gotta
know I can't accept it.

Actually, Alan, I thought you'd see
Man One as manna from heaven.

FENWICK: Not considering
my client's status.

When will people
get off of 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.

FENWICK: They had about 50.

Do you realize that after
Allen Iverson was caught

running around
Philly with a gun,

the sales of his jerseys and
shoes increased ten-fold?

On the other hand Rae
Carruth is in maximum security

for the rest of his life.

JACK: Athletes are not immune.

FENWICK: 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 a drunk driver is
not responsible for vehicular homicide

because he was drunk.

That's one argument. I'll
send you my expert's report.

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

SKODA: It must be something,

thousands of people
screaming for you.

Or against you.

Yeah. How does that feel?

You don't hear it. You focus.

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

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 ballpark.

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.

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 10 milligrams a day.

Kevin Seleeby was
taking over 10 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's faking it, Jack.

Are you saying he was truly
unable to control his actions?

SKODA: Look, there was
a lot of pressure on him.

There's a lot of pressure on me.

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.

So, 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 report,
written by Dr. Sarah Hoffman.

The kid's got money. Might
as well go with the best.

Let me guess, 100 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?

KARELL: It's about living life,

it's about having fun
in the city, you know?

Out loud and proud.

New York Magazine
for gay people, 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.

Sorry. A.D.A.'s don't rate.

I'm here about Kevin Seleeby.

Am I supposed to know him?

The baseball player?

Oh, I'm sorry. Baseball bores
me. Hoops on the other hand...

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 what, 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 wanna know what I think?

I think you and Norman Pratt
were blackmailing Kevin Seleeby.

I think... 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.

Anyway, 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.

Change your mind
on that deal, did you?

Hardly. The expert report I sent you,
there might have 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.

Well, 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 will 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.

JACK: Practically, the
rule protects 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.

Fenwick should have known better 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 around 7:00.

JACK: 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 his 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.

JACK: 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 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.

JACK: 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, but...

When Kev finally calmed down,

we loaded the body into the
limo and dumped it in the park.

And then we left the limo over on
the West Side and went to the hotel.

JACK: 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.

FENWICK: No more questions.

The People call Roger Ellery.

Objection, Your Honor.

JACK: On what grounds?

I get to ask that
question, Mr. McCoy.

Chambers, Your Honor?

Ten minute recess.

Was 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.

JUDGE: 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.

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.

And it'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's
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
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 we have
the right to pick and choose

which laws we're gonna follow
and which ones we're gonna 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 the universe
that was Kevin's destiny,

talent wasn't enough.

Twenty-five players on a team.
Thirty 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 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,

it 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.

JUDGE: On the sole count of the
indictment, Murder in the First Degree.

How do you find?

We find the defendant,
Kevin Seleeby, guilty.

JUDGE: With the defendant
remanded, this case is adjourned

for three weeks while
sentencing is decided.

(BANGS GAVEL)

So the rumor is
Fenwick's going to appeal.

He's claiming the jury convicted
against the weight of the evidence.

Well, if he manages to get a
retrial, I'll 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.