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Hello?

Hey, what's up, dude?

No, I already left. I'm-I'm home already.

Well, is Sheila still there? 'Cause, like,

she honestly knows the model better than I do.

No, I-I honestly don't know.

All right, well, good luck.

Okay, bye.

Hey.

Delia,

you scared me.

Open the safe.

I don't know the combination.

Don't you lie to me.

I wouldn't lie to you.

I'm gonna get that combination out of you.

The question is,

are we gonna do this the easy way...

or the hard way?

Ooh.

I'm thinking maybe the hard way.

I bet you are.

I'm gonna shower.

Let's have some Donna.

Hello, Andy.

It's been a long time.

God!

You?

Man, I told you, we have no issue, okay?

And you've kept your promise all these years?

Yes, I swear, I told you I was never gonna say anything.

That makes this much tidier.

What are you doing?

I'm not gonna say anything!

I swear! I promise!

Sorry.

Can't take that chance anymore.

* Up... *

Andy?

Why's it so loud?

* Dim all the lights, sweet darling *

* 'Cause tonight... *

Andy?

Hey, if you don't turn the music down,

that Lydia lady is gonna call the cops.

Andy!

Here's Teddy!

Ma, I don't think anyone wants to...

Teddy, the man everyone's

been waiting so long to meet. Welcome to the precinct.

And everyone heard how you crushed

that big work presentation last month.

Well done.

You've heard about that?

Let's head into my office.

Is this the famous Teddy?

Lieutenant Connor.

Nice to put a face to a name.

I thought you would be shorter.

I'm sorry?

Not your fault.

Hey, Chef Boy-Ar-Tee.

Your mom told me you made the best pasta sauce

she ever had last night.

That was just some recipe I found on TikTok.

You got to send it to me.

Okay, so...

you can set up here.

I'll run down to the courthouse

and deal with this summons mix-up.

And then I'll pick you up for lunch

and we can decide

what my Teddy fact of the day will be.

"Teddy fact of the day"?

I'm only giving her one new piece of information

about me a day. Because we have boundaries.

Speaking of which, um, maybe let's not

broadcast every Teddy fact to the entire NYPD.

Note taken.

And I'm sorry

about this jury duty fiasco.

I was just so excited to get the summons.

Feels like I'm a real New Yorker.

You'd be the first real New Yorker

to get excited by a jury summons.

But if I had known that you were gonna be here this week,

I would have postponed.

It's fine.

Really, I-I have a lot of work to catch up on.

Okay, you watch.

I'll be back by noon.

Okay.

Um, sorry.

So sorry.

I'm sorry, guys.

Did I spill that?

Sorry...

Excuse me, do you have any idea

who I talk to about postponing my service?

I think if you wanted to postpone,

you had to call the number when you got the summons.

Right, I just didn't have

to postpone back then, now I do.

I'll just explain it to the judge. Okay.

So, do you think they'll, call our names soon?

Please, every time it's the same.

They tell you to be here at 9:00 on the dot,

then they don't start until 10:00

because they assume everyone will be late.

Some of us have real jobs we could be doing right now.

I woke up to 300 emails.

Wow, you must do something really important.

Marketing. But listen,

my assistant researched effective excuses.

All you have to do is tell the judge you can't be impartial

and then give some reason.

Like you were the victim of a crime.

Or you hate lawyers.

I can be impartial.

And I am a lawyer.

I heard that some judges get mad

if they think you're lying.

No, I really am a lawyer.

Who would lie about that?

Hey.

The client doesn't want it to say Peyronie's disease

anywhere in the ad.

So what's your excuse gonna be?

I'm not giving an excuse.

I'm dying to get on a jury.

But if you're a lawyer, they'll ding you for sure.

So what do you do?

I'm making a podcast.

Ooh! Yeah.

Would I have heard of it?

Is it Car Talk?

Ooh... you probably haven't heard of it.

I'm still building my audience.

Yeah.

That must be the defendant.

My God, The New York View is obsessed with her.

She supposedly snuck into her neighbor's apartment

and beat him to death.

Really?

She looks so scared.

You can't judge by looks.

Some women turn out to be total loons.

Like both my ex-girlfriends.

Both? Wow.

All rise for the Honorable Judge Milton Crawford.

Shoot, I'm so sorry!

Gosh, I'm so sorry.

I think I got tea leaves on your shoes.

Ma'am. Yes?

You need to rise.

Sorry.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

Be seated.

* *

After hearing the details of this case,

is there anything you heard that you feel

would make you unable to be fair and impartial?

Is it a problem if we've read a lot

of news coverage about the case?

It depends.

Have you?

No, but I overheard that woman

saying that she has.

Ma'am, do you feel that you could

set aside what you've read in order

to render a verdict solely based on evidence?

You mean pretend I don't know all the stuff that lady did?

- I guess. - Your Honor,

move to strike this juror for cause?

Au revoir, mon ami.

Overruled. The juror clearly stated

that she would set aside what she'd read.

That seems wrong.

Ms. "Tasaroni," you are a...

consent decree lawyer with the Department of Justice.

what,

what-what is that?

Well, I work with the police--

Move to strike for cause. Now wait just a moment.

Ma'am, do you know

any of the officers or detectives

involved in this matter?

No, Your Honor.

But I did want to mention, my son...

And is there any reason

why you feel

you can't be impartial in this case?

No, I suppose there isn't, but I...

I see

no cause to strike this juror.

Seriously?! She's basically a cop!

Can I use a-a-a...?

A peremptory? A-- y-yeah.

You've used all your peremptories.

Yeah, but I would way have preferred

those people to her.

Counselor, any objections?

None, Your Honor.

But I did have plans.

Not anymore.

We're looking at our first alternate juror.

Captain, I thought we were meeting in your office.

I was just about... I thought I'd

come up to the fifth floor and see

where we've got you stashed away.

So,

precinct morale.

Yes, I've prepared something for this week's meeting.

"Browner finishes the coffee without making a new pot."

What is this?

A list of complaints folks have lodged against their colleagues.

"Smullen's deodorant smells like a middle school dance floor."

This feels a little...

beneath my dignity.

I agree, and normally

I'd pass these on to the personnel bureau.

But I thought an informal word from you

might make a stronger statement about your commitment

to a positive work environment.

Since you've made it clear that other,

more significant issues won't be addressed.

Is this all about her taking Noonan's office?

It is not about the office. I'm very happy in this office.

I think it's a fabulous office.

It is about the fact that having a babysitter

hired by the Justice Department

is a source of shame for this department.

She is a constant reminder of past failures,

and until that is resolved,

she will continue to cause you problems.

Well, I have a different perspective.

And with respect, my perspective

outranks yours, so I don't want to hear any more about it.

But...

I recognize that you're trying to fulfill your mandate, so...

...I'll set some meetings with folks

on these...

other important matters.

Yeah. All right, bye.

Bye.

Teddy?

Done for the day?

Yeah. Early shift.

What-- Shouldn't you be out with your mom?

You mean juror number 13?

She got picked? No.

She was really looking forward to showing you the city.

Yeah. It's no big deal, though.

Courts let out early, so we'll still have evenings together.

And I don't really care about New York anyway.

First of all, rude.

Secondly,

who doesn't like New York?

I don't know, it's just a lot of... buildings.

Okay.

What was your mom planning for the afternoon?

Um, Coney Island.

Aw. I used to love Coney Island

when I was a kid.

You know what?

This is an arrest. You're coming with me.

Oh, Kaya, you don't have to.

You have the right to remain silent.

I never get to do this touristy stuff.

Okay. Let's go to Coney Island.

The first time the defendant

broke into Andrew Mertens' apartment,

he took out a restraining order against her.

On dozens of occasions in the years following,

she violated that order.

The night of the murder, just minutes before

police responded to a neighbor's 911 call,

two witnesses either saw or heard

the defendant entering the victim's apartment.

Responding officers then discovered

the defendant naked,

crouched over the victim, covered in his blood.

Forensics showed the defendant's fingerprints

were found on the murder weapon.

Every piece of evidence in this case

tells the same story:

Delia Kirby was obsessed with Andrew Mertens.

He wanted nothing to do with her.

So she killed him for it brutally and without remorse.

What are you, the jury,

going to do about it?

Counselor?

Mr. Milano? Me?

Sorry, Your Honor.

Just... having a little thing with the missus.

Good morning. My name is Chaz Milano.

And if I seem familiar,

then you probably have seen my ads in the subway.

"Chaz Milano, the lawyer you can afford."

While it is true my client was in possession

of a laser pointer that day at the zoo, I ask you...

Counselor. Your Honor?

I think there's been a mistake.

Your Honor, I see what happened.

I printed out the wrong document.

I keep them all in an "opening arguments" folder.

My God.

Your Honor, I would respectively request a recess

so I can run to Kinko's and print up the correct argument.

Just a couple hours.

Hours?

God, we're never leaving here.

Request denied. You've had plenty of time to prepare.

Savage.

I love this judge.

The woman deserves a defense.

It's not her fault.

Okay. Um...

this woman just told you a bunch of stuff

about, restraining orders

and, eyewitnesses

and fingerprints.

And, listen,

some of that is true.

But it doesn't matter

because my client did not commit this crime.

In fact, at the time of the murder, she was...

In the shower. ...in the shower.

She was in the shower.

Well, I guess not everyone is capable

of the very basic requests

we make of citizens in our democracy.

But I do hope your mother feels better.

One more for you, Your Honor.

Another personal matter.

Hi. So sorry to bother you.

Ms. Tascioni, is it?

What can I do for you?

Apologies, there's no court reporter here,

so we'll have to be careful not to...

Talk about the case? Of course.

I was just wondering if you had any more clarity

on our timeline.

I really should get back to my son.

He was supposed to be with his father.

And the father is not available?

No. He's in Chicago.

So, you are your son's only childcare option?

In that case, they should have excused you.

No, no. My son's in his 20s.

He's just visiting for the week.

I see.

I really didn't think I'd get picked.

In the past, when I've had jury duty,

judges have always let the defense strike me.

Well, I confess,

I prefer having attorneys on my juries.

A random sample of 12 New Yorkers

rarely yields the sharpest minds.

Having a few properly educated folks in there

gives me confidence in the verdicts.

Feels like your faith in members of the bar

is a little misplaced.

You think so?

Chaz Milano?

"The lawyer you can afford"?

I mean, aren't you worried this guy's leaving you open

to an appeal for ineffective counsel?.

You're breaking our agreement.

No case talk.

Right. Sorry, sorry.

Um, as I was saying, my son...

You might be used to high-powered corporate law.

Attorneys who make four figures an hour.

But for most people

that's not the way the system works.

Believe me, I have seen far worse

come through my courtroom than Chaz Milano.

I just think this woman deserves better.

* *

I'm sorry to keep you from your son.

Unfortunately, that was the second alternate

that you passed on the way in.

His mother fell this morning. I had to excuse him.

Which means that

if I let you go and anything happens to another juror,

we're looking at a mistrial.

But don't worry.

Without commenting on the strength of the case,

I anticipate a quick proceeding.

Really?

You disagree?

Well, I just left those arguments

with a lot of questions.

Did you?

Well, why did she stick around?

She murdered the guy.

Allegedly.

She was violating a restraining order,

but she hung out for the police to find her?

I don't get it.

But we shouldn't be talking about this.

No, we should not. In fact,

I will alert the other lawyers

to this audience just to be transparent.

I appreciate your commitment to fairness.

I'll see you in court, Ms. Tascioni.

I'm sorry if I like to see the sky once in a while.

You're just spending way too much time in Midtown.

Or, okay, what's with the subways?

They're organized by color

except also by letter except also by number?

And they all run local

except when they're running express

on a different line, except when they're not

running at all, which is always.

That doesn't matter when you have

a car with a siren.

Plus it gives us something to complain about.

You know, New Yorkers love to complain.

I actually think you'd fit right in.

* We'll turn Manhattan *

* Into an isle of joy. *

Did you just have the best day in the Big Apple?

You're back. Did you love it?

Tell me everything. Yeah, we had fun.

How was jury duty? Weird.

What does that mean? Well, the poor defendant.

She's obviously a little... quirky,

and she's made some mistakes

in her past.

I just feel really drawn to her.

I don't know why. Plus she seems

like the only person

in the courtroom actually grieving the victim.

That sounds sad.

And sometimes it feels like Judge Crawford

is deliberately helping the prosecution,

which isn't necessary at all.

The defense is losing the case all by themselves.

Judge Crawford. Yeah, D.A.s love him.

Though not as much as he loves himself.

You know the guy? Yes.

He's as stuffy as they come. Always going out of his way

to let you know his family came over on the Mayflower.

That's kind of a weird thing to brag about.

He's one of those Historical Law Society judges.

This says he's on the short list for a federal bench nomination.

* La-la-la-la-la. *

I should not be listening to this.

They were very clear that we should not be

researching the trial or any of its participants.

But you didn't research him. I did.

That's true.

Wow. His uncle was a senator.

I think you're onto something, Mom.

There's something off about this guy.

I wonder...

If you would, Ms. Debecker,

could you state your relationship

to the victim Andrew Mertens?

I was his neighbor.

We shared a wall.

And do you recognize that woman over there?

Delia?

She lives in the building, too.

Would you say you know all your neighbors?

Objection. Leading.

Course not, but she was always

jumping around

on Andy's and my shared fire escape.

It was a real nuisance.

And did that noise bother you?

Objection. Leading.

I called the police probably a dozen times on her.

And Andy, too, when he'd play

that terrible music.

What do you remember about the night Andy died?

I heard Delia stomping around the fire escape.

I was trying to hear Ken read "Final Jeopardy!"

I can't read the clues on the screen anymore.

After a little while, Andy's music

got real loud.

I called the police.

Bet they got a real shock

when they turned up to a dead body.

Objection.

I suppose they did.

And would you say Delia was a bad neighbor?

A nightmare. No boundaries.

I used to see her barefoot in the elevator.

And obviously,

she had a violent streak.

Everything okay over there?

Yes, Your Honor. I'm so sorry.

Clumsy.

Yeah, I can see their fire escape

from my living room couch.

What kind of things would you see out there?

Well, I'd see that lady over there

climbing through his window.

Did you see her on the night of Andy's murder?

Yep.

Would you say she looked angry?

Objection.

Go on.

Leading the witness.

Sustained.

Okay.

How would you say the defendant seemed

when you saw her on the fire escape that night?

Cold. It was raining out.

You wanted to see me, Captain?

Have a seat, Officer.

I wanted to say,

I appreciate you taking the time to mentor me.

I've been learning a lot.

You're welcome.

But this actually is not about that.

Okay.

Should I be worried?

I am trying to take a more direct involvement

in what goes on around here.

And, well,

there's been a complaint about you.

God.

Okay. The fact is,

there are reports that you're not storing

your lunch leftovers in the communal fridge properly.

I... What?

You're putting foil over the containers,

and it's leaving an odor.

And the rule states that

you need to store food in an airtight container.

It's just,

the last time you had that look on your face,

I ended up in night school.

No, that's fine.

I was just trying to cut down on plastic,

but I'll bring some Tupperware from...

I'll bring Tupperware from home.

I appreciate it, Officer.

Ms. Davenport,

could you describe an interaction you had

with the defendant 15 days prior

to your ex-boyfriend Andy's murder?

Sure.

I found that lunatic over there

smashing the headlights on my car.

Objection.

Prior acts.

You can't introduce prior crimes that the defendant

may have committed. It's prejudicial.

Prior acts are allowed

in limited circumstances, including the one

I outlined in a pretrial motion

on just this subject.

Did you not read that memo?

Your Honor, the defense

has never been made aware of-- Wait, here it is.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm in a bit of a tiff

with my wife right now,

and the motel mattress is not the most conductive

- to a good night... - All right, that's enough.

I'd like to see all the attorneys

in my chambers.

You might as well join us, too, Ms. Tascioni.

I'm gonna say this once.

I want whatever it is that's going on between

the two of you to stop

immediately.

What's this, Your Honor?

This juror

is sending signals

to the defense.

Isn't that right, Ms. Tascioni?

No. I just have an emotive face,

and I couldn't help emoting

that Chaz here is doing a terrible job.

No offense, Chaz.

No. No, that's fair.

It's just, since my wife found out about the other family,

- that's all. - Your Honor, I move

to have this juror dismissed.

As much as I would love to oblige,

I can't lose our last remaining alternate.

Seriously?

She's acting as a de facto co-chair for the defense.

I will not risk a mistrial.

Justice delayed is justice denied,

and my ancestors didn't sail here on the Mayflower

to see justice miscarried.

Guess you've never seen The Crucible.

Ms. Tascioni, can you control yourself

while we hear the rest of the evidence?

Of course I can. Can you?

Pardon me?

You've stacked the jury.

You've shown Chaz here no leeway despite his family issues,

and your bench rulings

are showing a clear bias for the prosecution.

Your Honor, this is abso...

You may be an excellent

defense attorney, Ms. Tascioni,

but you are not the defense attorney in this trial,

and if you continue to behave as if you are,

I will not only dismiss you,

I will hold you in contempt.

Then I will place a call to the attorney general--

he's a friend--

and I'll tell him that his DOJ's

consent decree lawyer

is facing criminal charges in my court.

Mr. Milano, your objection

to the witness's testimony is overruled.

The jury will hear

what the witness has to say.

After we broke up,

Andy and I shared custody of our cat.

I was over there

picking her up because it was my week,

and I guess Delia came down on the fire escape,

saw me in there

because when I got down to my car,

I found her smashing it up.

She assumed there was something going on

between me and Andy again,

which, for the record, there wasn't.

I'm a lesbian now.

Congratulations.

it's not 'cause of Andy or anything.

Ms. Davenport,

what kind of weapon was the defendant

using to damage your car? A baseball bat.

And what did she say to you when you encountered her?

Word for word?

"I'll kill you, and I'll kill him, too."

No further questions.

I used to see Andy in the elevator,

and I thought he was cute.

And then the COVID lockdown happened,

and I guess I went a little stir-crazy.

I started stress baking. A lot.

I knocked on Andy's door one day to offer him some extra scones,

but he freaked out.

He took the whole social distancing thing serious.

So the next time I had extras,

I thought it would be polite if I...

waited for him to go out and left them in his apartment.

I do see now how-how that was

maybe crossing a line.

I've always had boundary issues.

One day, though, I was in the laundry room,

streaming a baseball game on my phone

while I waited for the dryer.

Andy heard it, and turns out,

he's a fanatic, too.

We got to talking,

even with the restraining order thing, and...

...we ended up doing it right there on the dryer.

I'm sorry.

I get

a little emotional thinking about it.

And why didn't Andy lift

the restraining order?

Honestly?

It was part of the fun.

We used to role play.

I always came in through the fire escape.

We'd play cops and robbers.

Boss and employee.

It took a while to break through with Andy,

but when you did, what you found was...

a total freak.

Ask that gay lady who used to date him.

I'm sure she'll tell you the same thing.

Objection.

Sustained.

Why didn't you hear the murder?

Well, I was in the shower,

and whoever did it turned the music up super loud.

Any idea who that was?

I've thought about this a lot.

When Andy

had had a few drinks, he'd get dark.

He said, after what he'd seen,

he would believe anything of the people who run this country.

Objection. Your Honor,

is it really relevant that the victim

was a conspiracy theorist?

Yeah, I thought they were conspiracy theories, too,

but then, you know, I found him dead.

That's enough. Sustained.

What was the game

you were watching that first night in the laundry room?

Objection. Relevance?

It's related, Your Honor.

I don't see how it could be. Sustained.

Move on, Counselor.

Geez, really? I... Okay. Um...

Where did you grow up, Delia?

Here in the city, but my parents are from Rhode Island.

And was it your parents

who first got you into baseball?

Objection. Your Honor.

You need to stay on topic, Counselor.

Can I approach? It would be helpful

to tell you what I'm trying to do.

No, you may not.

Okay, well...

I mean, I had a really good point,

but I guess if you don't want to hear it, I...

I'm done.

Seriously?

You're just gonna let that go?

My God, you are the worst lawyer.

- That's enough, ma'am. - No!

No. My brother sold his car

to help pay this idiot's retainer.

I'm gonna kill him!

That's enough.

We will take a brief recess.

Counselor, compose your client.

Did she just threaten to kill again?

Crazy bitch.

Where do we think he was going

with those questions, though?

Judge Crawford says they're starting deliberations tomorrow.

I just wish there was some way

I could get into that jury room.

Maybe someone will get a mild but infectious illness.

Like pink eye.

Poor Delia. She loved Andy.

She's being railroaded. I can tell.

And if I had been able to help her,

I would have at least felt better

about the time I missed with you.

I really

wanted to see you fall in love with the city.

Well, if it makes you feel any better,

that was never something that you were gonna see.

What?

You didn't love New York?

Okay, whoa, hey.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's happening? Mom?

I'm sorry. I don't want to burden you. I'm sorry.

This is silly.

I just-- I wanted you to like it here

so that you would visit me more,

and then we could have this mature,

adult relationship where we went to Broadway shows

and we got brunch and we walked the High Line.

Okay, whoa, hey, Mom.

Mom, stop. First of all,

the High Line is just a very tall sidewalk.

I like how you can see into people's apartments.

Is this why you blew up your whole life?

To be mildly closer to me?

You think I'm a closed book?

You're the one who just up and left Chicago,

and no one knows why.

Dad says everyone back home is asking him about it.

Well, there... Um...

There were a lot of reasons. Did you try the halal cart?

Okay, listen. It's not New York's fault.

I was never gonna let myself like it here

because the boy I'm seeing

just told me that he's moving to Brooklyn.

The boy you're seeing?

Yeah. There you go. It's your Teddy fact for the day.

What's his name? Where's he from?

Does he have any allergies?

Wait, what's his T-shirt size?

In case I want to send him something.

No. Stop. It's one fact a day.

This is a really good one.

Okay, Mom, listen, no more deflecting.

You just blew up your life

and moved to this new place, and then I get an SOS text

from your coworkers saying I have to come,

so now I'm here trying to figure out if you're okay.

Are you okay?

Sweetheart, you don't have to worry about me.

There are some things going on

in my life, but all I ever really need is to see you.

Well, it was nice getting to know your coworkers.

You're making a really good life for yourself here.

You're trying not to ask me more questions about Roy, aren't you?

Roy!

I love that name.

Okay.

Just one more question.

Why is he moving to New York?

Well, he got a job

at a podcast company.

But, you know, we're gonna try to make the distance work.

It seems like everyone has a podcast.

Somebody else was just...

Wait a minute!

If you're already texting your coworkers

about this, I swear...

No, no, no. I'm just trying to see if...

My God!

Teddy!

I know how I'm going to get on that jury.

Good morning,

Madame Foreperson. Good morning.

Such a big responsibility, but you wear it well.

Thank you.

I was wondering, are we allowed

to make our own recordings of the trial?

Absolutely not. Why?

It has come to the court's attention

that someone here might be making recordings

of the trial proceedings.

If there's any truth to that,

I would appreciate that person making themselves known.

Juror Number Six.

My pen has a microphone in it.

I didn't think

anyone would care.

No. Does Lonny have to be dismissed?

I don't think that'll be necessary.

I'll just ask that you

delete those recordings

and accept a warning

to make no more records of the trial,

aside from such notes

as you might keep for deliberation.

Well, hang on.

Shouldn't we know why Lonny was making that recording?

Well, I certainly would like to know.

It was gonna be for my podcast.

But I'll delete it.

Well, you can't do a... a podcast on this.

Actually, he can.

After you all reach a verdict,

jurors are welcome to discuss the proceedings

with whomever they like.

Hang on.

What is the title of the podcast, Lonny?

I don't want to say.

It's called Nutjob Sluts Who Kill.

I ask that you be fair and honest

in your assessment of the evidence.

Justice demands that

of each and every one of you.

Guilty. Guilty.

Guilty.

That's 11 guilties,

and one giant question mark

written in purple?

I know it was anonymous,

but maybe our one holdout would like to explain

why she's keeping us all here?

Happily.

My first question is about the weapon.

So, Delia's dad was from Rhode Island.

What's that got to do with the weapon?

Rhode Island is pretty close to Boston,

which suggests that Delia's dad,

and therefore Delia, was a Red Sox fan.

Meanwhile, the victim, Andy, was from Cape Cod,

which means he was definitely a Red Sox fan.

Now, Francine, you watched the trial pretty closely.

What do you remember about the murder weapon?

It had some kind of a... an autograph printed on it.

Exactly.

Sporting goods stores sell bats

printed with different players' autographs.

This one was signed by Derek Berretta.

Hang on.

Berretta played his whole career in New York.

Right. And Red Sox fans hate New York.

So why would Delia

have that bat?

Why would Andy,

- for that matter? - Who cares?

Her fingerprints were on the bat.

Well, she says she found it

leaning against the bathroom door,

and she picked it up before she saw the body.

It's odd, but it hardly seems like enough to acquit.

Right. So, let's move on to motive.

Delia told Andy's ex

that she was going to kill him.

She was obviously upset.

It suggests a crime of passion.

But she murdered Andy two weeks later?

Yeah, that didn't make much sense to me, either.

Yeah, if it was premeditated,

well, why didn't she do a better job covering her tracks?

Who knows?

Who cares?

There were literally two eyewitnesses.

Well, there was one eye witness,

and one ear witness.

And neither of them witnessed her actually murdering Andy.

The old lady, Lydia,

says she heard Delia on the fire escape

when she was listening to the clue for "Final Jeopardy!"

Now, if you watch Jeopardy!,

and I do, they always read that clue at about 7:27,

give or take, which means

that's when Delia was on the fire escape.

Except,

the man from across the way, George, says

when he saw Delia on the fire escape,

it was raining outside.

Now, I checked the weather radar

for the night of the murder.

Didn't start raining until 8:05.

So... one of them got confused.

What if neither of them were confused?

What if the person that Lydia heard on that fire escape

wasn't the person that George saw?

What if there were

two people on the fire escape that night?

And someone could have snuck in before Andy even got home.

That person could have hid themselves,

waited for Delia to get in the shower,

killed Andy, and then lean the bat against the door

to ensure that her fingerprints would get on it.

Okay, fine.

It's pretty good.

But, I mean, come on.

If Delia didn't kill him, who the hell did?

No, no, no. It's not our job to figure that out.

Yeah, the only question we should be answering is

whether or not we believe beyond a reasonable doubt

that Delia killed Andy.

Look, we all gave up a lot to be here.

Work, time with our kids.

I mean, if you ask me,

we should make that sacrifice worth something.

Delia had a terrible lawyer, but that doesn't mean

that we can't ask the questions that he didn't.

And if we can't think

of good answers, then,

as I see it,

we only have one choice.

Maybe we should take another vote.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

The defendant will rise.

On the first count of murder in the first degree,

how do you find?

We the jury

find the defendant not guilty.

* *

Congratulations, Ms. Tascioni.

I hope you know what you were doing in there.

Or is this just another example

of Elsbeth Tascioni helping the unsavory

to evade justice?

Pardon?

I asked around about you.

Interesting list of clients you had back in Chicago.

No, no, no, I get it.

Corrupt governors need lawyers.

Billionaire team owners, too.

That was another life.

My consent decree is about holding power to account.

Justice means no one should be above the law.

What about Andrew Mertens?

Even perverted disco lovers deserve justice.

Did Andrew get that today?

No, but Delia Kirby did.

And maybe now the police will look harder at Andy's case.

As far as the police are concerned, this case is closed.

You tried to railroad that poor woman.

What I can't figure out is why.

Get home safe, Ms. Tascioni.

And thank you for your service.

Wait.

Delia!

My God, it's you!

I'm so glad I'm getting to see you

so I can give you this. Okay.

You're a real lifesaver.

Sorry. Boundaries.

Delia, what was the music

that was playing when you found Andy's body?

Donna Summer. Andy loved disco unironically.

Why?

They never said that at trial, right?

No one ever mentioned the song or the genre?

I wasn't listening that close, to be quite honest.

I don't remember anyone saying it.

Are you okay? Congratulations.

Thanks. Okay, so...

Connor!

I'm done.

You can turn the rest of these over to personnel.

It didn't go well?

"Detective Edwards wears open-toed shoes"?

If this is some kind of twisted way

to punish me for backing Elsbeth...

I was wrong about that, sir. Pardon?

You'll see it in my next memo,

but we've received several formal complaints

against the department this week.

Meyers interrogated

a minor without their guardian.

Browner arrested a suspect's twin brother

by accident. I could go on.

Come on. This is amateur hour.

What the hell is going on with people?

It's more like what hasn't.

Elsbeth?

She's been out of office on jury duty all week.

These are the kinds of things she might have noticed

and prevented.

But you knew that.

I'll turn these over to personnel right away.

Captain.

How'd it go?

Um...

not guilty.

Mom, you did it. My God.

Lieutenant Connor!

I just want to say,

I know it's been your mission to get me out of here.

Well, actually, I was just talk...

But I want you to know I intend to stay,

because I have unfinished business in this town.

Noted.

Teddy, leaving us so soon?

Tonight, yeah.

It was just a short trip this time, but, um,

I'll be back.

Safe travels.

Mom.

What's going on?

Did something happen

with that judge?

I don't know, sweetheart, but I'm gonna find out.

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