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UNIFORM:
Emily Copeland, 33,

apparent suffocation.

You said there's no signs
of forced entry, right?

No.
What's with the window?

Fire escape window was open,
but no signs of tampering.

Uh-huh. And you said
her husband called it in?

Where's he?
Yeah. That's him
right over there.

BAEZ:
He make any statements?

No, he's a little
out of it.
Okay, thank you.

Mr. Copeland,
Detective Reagan,

this is
Detective Baez.

We're very sorry
for your loss, sir.

Can you tell us
what happened?

Went to run some errands, and...

when I came back
the door was ajar.

I walked in and found her
with the pillow over her face.

You see or hear
anything suspicious?

I just can't believe
how peaceful she looked.

Mr. Copeland, do you
know of anyone who would

want to harm your wife?

Anybody make any
threats to her?

It was like she was sleeping.

That's what it looked like.

Your Honor, clearly
this is an attempt...

Please, Ms. Reagan, let's hear
what Mr. Weber has to say first.

WEBER:
Thank you, Your Honor.

I fired my lawyer,
but I have retained a new one.

Your Honor, if this is an
attempt to delay proceedings...

So sorry I'm a few minutes late,
Your Honor.

I was only officially
retained this morning.

JUDGE: Well, I
admire your ability

to hit the
ground running.

Uh, you'll be requesting
a continuance?

BOYLE: Uh, no, Your Honor, I
wouldn't want to inconvenience

the court any more,
or Ms. Reagan-Boyle.

I mean, Ms. Reagan.

A family connection?

BOYLE:
Ex-wife.

I hope that's not a problem.

Well, not for me.

The People have no objections.

Your Honor, I'd like to request
a hearing on the admissibility

of Dr. Weber's
confession.

Your Honor, we're past
the pretrial stage,

and Dr. Weber's
previous attorney

chose not to file a motion.
I'll allow it.

We already picked the jury,
Your Honor.

The People should be happy
we're not pushing

this murder trial
down the road.

I will hear arguments tomorrow.

(gavel bangs)

*

We're good.
One more time, let's
get a handshake.

GARRETT:
Thank you, Councilman.
No, no, just one more.

The commissioner's running
late for his next appointment.
Sorry, Steve.

We got to find a better way to
get out of the handshake shot.

When politicians stop
posting them as endorsements.

And how do I get out of here?

Just keep walking.

WOMAN:
Commissioner Reagan.

May I have a word with you?
Now's not a good time.

No time like the present.

Uh, unless it's now.

The commissioner is late
for his next appointment, sorry.

No, I'm sorry, but my son
was killed in your streets!

(sighs)

This can't be the first time
you're hearing this.

His name was Charles Wayne,
and he was just 16

and he's not just
a statistic to me.
Or to me.

GARRETT: Ms. Wayne, I'm
happy to arrange a meeting

for you to discuss your issues

with the commissioner.
When hell freezes over.

All right, hold on
just a second, Garrett.

Why don't you just
give me your information?
My innocent boy

was killed on your streets
in cold blood.

That's my information.

I'm sorry.

Sorry doesn't cut it.

I know that.

We'll look into it first thing.

He was some rich kid
on the Upper East Side,

you'd have already
looked into it.

Would've man-hunted
the killer down.

Let's go, Frank.
My son was murdered,

and I'm being removed
because the commissioner

wants to shut me up?!

Well, I'm not gonna shut up!
You hear me?!

He's never gonna
shut me up!

MAN: Relax!
(woman continues indistinctly)

*

DANNY:
According to the doorman,

Mr. Copeland, you were gone
from 7:45 to 9:00.

Is that right?

Sounds right.
BAEZ:
And when you came back,

the door was open?
Well, Emily
sometimes left it open.

She liked
the cross ventilation.

It's a safe building,
safe neighborhood.

How was your relationship
with your wife, Mr. Copeland?

What? How was my relationship?

Yeah, were you on the outs?

Did you have any issues
in your marriage?

No, we weren't on the outs.

We were nuts about each other.

Tell you what,

why don't you investigate
my wife and our marriage

and let me know
what you come up with.

And while you're at it,
maybe you can spare some time

and look for her killer.

We'll do that.

Look, I know what
you're thinking.

I don't work for
Internal Affairs.

Right. You're just
a field associate for them.

If cops follow the rules,

they don't have to worry
about IAB, do they?

Come talk to me when you've had

more than five minutes
on the job, okay?

Whoa, what're you doing?

What do you mean
what am I doing?

I'm starting the car.

Well, we can't go anywhere yet.

What do you mean?

We have to follow protocol,
Officer Patimkin.

Did you check
the oil in the car?

The water and the antifreeze
in the radiator?

The brakes and
the windshield wipers?

Are you kidding me?

It's clearly stated in the
patrol guide, Officer Patimkin.

All part of the
driver's checklist.

(door sensor beeping)

(pops hood)

(siren whoops)

I was just checking
the warning devices.

Looks like they're working okay.

I don't get why
you're mad at me.

Therein lies the
problem, Jack,

your inability to recognize
you might be wrong.

What did I do wrong now?

There's eight and a half
million people in this city,

and you're representing
the one client I'm prosecuting?

I didn't seek him out.
He sought me out.

And that didn't raise
an eyebrow for you?

Not the most
professional move,

bringing your underage
girlfriend to court.

Ah. She is a lawyer.

And, in fact,
she graduated Fordham,

just like you and I.

Good for her.

And she's not underage.

She's 25.

Oh, great, great.

Thank you for clarifying that.

She's five years older
than your daughter.

Unless there's
something else, Jack...

No.

Good.

But you probably want
to keep the coat on.

Must get pretty drafty up
there on your high horse.

Everything okay?

No.

Was that...
Yes.

Guess it didn't go well.

No.

Maybe I should come back later.

What do you need, Anthony?

I just got a heads-up

he's adding a name
to the witness list.

Officer Scott Polansky.

The officer that witnessed
the confession?

Yeah. He's using him
to challenge it.

Can you find out why?

I'm on it. And, Erin?

Don't listen to him.

He doesn't know
what he's talking about.

Let's call it what
it was, an ambush.

Not an ambush if you knew
she was coming.

What's that mean?

It means he vetted the guest
list and he knew who she was.

Is that about right?

That's about right.
And I'm not sure

it was necessary
to drag her out of there.

And it sure wasn't
necessary to talk to her.

You need to let me do my job.

And who is she?

Shelly Wayne.
She founded a group called

Mothers United to Fight Violence

with a bunch of fellow
East New York residents

who lost kids, too.

If it helps them
help themselves, then great,

but a little cooperation
with cops

might be a better way.

Not a club they asked to join.

Copy that, boss.

Mayor's behind this.

GARRETT: I don't know
about that, but I do know

I saw it coming.

How?
You get a sense.

They call that
profiling now, you know.

And I still call it
doing my job,

but I don't have the mayor's
fingerprints on it.

Well, let's just
assume the worst.

Was she charged?

She was issued a C-summons
for disorderly conduct.

And this.

She has a reputation
for that.

GORMLEY: Getting her
15 minutes of fame.

FRANK:
You know what?

Let's not do this.

Let's not become
what we condemn.

Now, what do you have
on her son?

Charles Wayne, 16,

was shot outside
the Parksdale Housing Projects,

July 21, 2016, in East New York.

DOA at Mercy.
Case is still open.

And why is it still open?

It's East New York.

JAMIE:
Whoa, slow it down.

What?

JAMIE: Locked him up
last year for possession.

Looks like
he's at it again.

Okay, wait, don't just
leave me sitting here.

(indistinct chatter)

Hey.
Go, go!

Hey! Police!

(panting)

Police! Stop!

Move, man!

Hey! Police!
(screams, groans)

Ma'am, are you all right? Hey.

I got a central 12, Charlie.

Uh, requesting a bus
at 211 West End.

Ma'am, stay put, okay?
I got help coming.

(tires screech)

(yells)

(groans)

(grunts)

Hands on the hood.

Come on, I didn't do nothing.

Yeah? Then why you running, huh?

You got any weapons on you?

Huh?

DeMarcus Green.

That's a whole lot of nothing
you got here, DeMarcus.

You're under arrest for criminal
sale and criminal possession

of a controlled substance.

Just so we're clear,
this is my collar.

Yeah? Here's your collar.

Aah! Aah! These cuffs
are too tight, man.

Police brutality!
All right, shut, shut up.

Police brutality!
Put him in.

I'm gonna go back and check on
the lady that he knocked down.

Hey!
I'll be right back.

You stay with the prisoner.
Anybody see this, help me.

Man, come on, man.

Excuse me.

Talking to me?

You didn't pick up its mess.

Are you kidding me?
Who are you, the doggie police?

It's a $250 fine.
But, Miss...

Yeah, and if you keep arguing,
I'll make it disorderly conduct.

(sniffles)

Patimkin.
What?

Can I talk to you for a second?

Stay where you are.

What is it?

Where's DeMarcus?

Oh, my God, I just left him
alone for a second.

To enforce a pooper scooper law?
Let's go, get in the car.

Let's go, get in the car!

(engine starts)

The only prints from the scene

were from Emily,
Brian and their son.

So maybe the killer wore gloves.

M.E. say there was any DNA
on the vic?

No.

Excuse me, are you
Detectives Reagan and Baez?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm Emily Copeland's mom.

Oh.

Um...

Why don't you have
a seat here? Please.
Oh.

No, that's all right. Thank you.

We're very sorry
for your loss.

(sighs)

My loss.

I always found that
an odd thing to say.

A loss implies
there's a chance

you'll eventually find
what's missing.

My grandson's
only four years old,

and he's going to have
to grow up without a mother.

And with a father
who's a murderer.

Are you telling us
that your son-in-law

murdered your daughter?

Emily was very upset lately.

Upset how?

Brian had quit his job.

He wanted to open a restaurant.

Like there aren't enough
of those in New York City.

Emily supported him,

but it was causing a big strain
on the marriage.

In what way?

About a week ago,
Emily came to me

and asked if I would care
for Robert,

my grandson...
Mm-hmm.

...if-if something
were to happen to her.

If I would help raise him.

She give any explanation
as to why she'd be asking?

She was only 33.

Why would she be talking
about dying

if she didn't think somebody
was trying to kill her?

That's why it's called the
murder capital of New York.
For your 2:00.

When I started on the job,

there were 109 murders
a year in East New York.

We had 18 last year.
That's progress.

Not so much for the 18.

Right.
Anyway,

I talked to the detective
investigating the son's murder.

Charles Wayne was shot
by the Double Treys.

And not an arrest?

No. It was a drive-by.

Random.
That's the thing.

Charles was being initiated
into the Kings

at the time of his murder.

Okay.

So, not so innocent
an innocent bystander.

It's still a mother and her son.

And it's East New York,

so we're not gonna get spit
from the community.

I want a sit-down
with Shelly Wayne.

To what purpose?

To disavow her belief
that her son

was completely innocent?

Got to say, boss, I
agree with Garrett.

She'll just take advantage,

use it to get more publicity.

She is gonna have
to hear the truth,

that her son was part of a gang.

You want to do that, Garrett?

Sid?

Set it up.

(dispatcher speaking
indistinctly)

You realize the heap of
trouble that you're in?

And me now, too?

I'm sorry.

You got DeMarcus' wallet?

We'll probably both get
suspended thanks to you.

"1512 West 116th Street."

Should we go see
if he's there?

Well, we're supposed
to just call it in.

Yeah, but if we find him,
then no harm no foul, right?

Oh, I get it. We don't
have to go by the book

when it's your skin
on the line, huh?

Come on.

I ran Emily Copeland
through NICB.

She and Brian took out
a life insurance policy

three months ago.

Both of them?
Mm-hmm.

For how much?

A million dollars. Enough
to, say, start a restaurant.

Come on. That gives us motive,

but something still
doesn't add up for me.

All I know is the last time
the suspect told the cops

to find the real killer,
it ended in a Bronco chase.

Yeah, but she didn't look
like she put up a fight.

Maybe she was sleeping.

People tend to wake up when
they're being smothered.

Maybe she was drugged.

Did the M.E. come back
with the autopsy yet?

She started two hours ago.

Okay. Well, then, maybe
the dead can settle this.

Forget it, Reagan.

Our tour's over.
Let's just call it in.

No, there's one more place.

(indistinct chatter)

That's him.

Hey, DeMarcus.

Is that marijuana
that you're smoking?

Dude, there isn't even enough
for a misdemeanor.

These things
are killing me.

Can you get them off?

Yeah, when we get
to holding.

Objection, Your Honor.
We've established

that the detective that
took the confession

administered the Miranda rights.

But the question isn't whether
or not he read them, but when.

METCALF:
I'll allow it.

You can answer
the question, Officer.

He read them
after Weber confessed.

But that's because
Dr. Weber confessed...

That's all, no more questions.

Officer Polansky,
why were the Miranda rights

administered
after the confession?

POLANSKY:
Weber confessed so fast,

before we had a chance
to read him his rights,

and once he started,
we didn't want

to stop the confession
in order to read

the Miranda Rights.

The reason why
is irrelevant, Your Honor.

I move to have
the confession thrown out.

Your Honor, spontan...

Ms. Reagan, while I sympathize
with your efforts,

I must side with the defense.

The ends can't
justify the means.

The confession
will not be allowed.

Now, I suggest both sides

attempt to reach
a plea agreement.

We'll reconvene
at 1:00.

(gavel bangs)

You're late.

Actually, I was in on time,

but I wanted to get a jump
on the patrol checklist.

So the oil and water

and windshield wipers and tires

and sirens and lights
have all been checked

and are working
at optimal capacity.

Great.

My brother's
a heroin addict.

He's been arrested numerous
times for drug possession,

possession with intent to sell,
assault and burglary

so that he could steal
even more money

so he could buy even more drugs.

I'm sorry.

I lied on my application
to the NYPD.

I didn't write down
that my brother was a junkie

or that my mom has been
arrested too many times to count

for driving while intoxicated.

I didn't put it down
because...

I didn't put it down because all
I ever wanted to be was a cop.

But when I was halfway through
the academy, they found out

that I had omitted
my family's arrest history.

And IAB was called.

Internal Affairs said that
they would overlook my error

if I worked as a field associate
with them for six months.

Why are you telling me this?

Just wanted you to know
why I cooperated with IAB.

I'm Jack Boyle.

Yeah. I know who you are.

Please,

sit.

Can I just say,

I had Professor Black
for Criminal Law.

He'd always tell us
how you rose through the ranks

of the D.A.'s office
to become a bureau chief.

You're, like, a legend.

(chuckles)
Well,

please say hi to him
next time you go back.

Oh, he's dead.

I mean,

well, he was ancient
when I had him.

ERIN: Well, let's just get
right down to it.

Offering Man 1.
15 years.

You don't have
a confession.

Criminally
negligent homicide.

One to three years.

We have a murder weapon that was
found in your client's trash.

Man 2. Five to 15.

We'll pass.

You're not even gonna bring it
to your client?

My client informed me that
he will not take a plea

he's so sure we're gonna win.

Then what are we doing here,
Jack?

Old times' sake?

(sighs)

See you in court.

WOMAN: Dr. Weber and I
were having an affair.

My husband threatened

Dr. Weber, told him
he was going to kill him.

And how did Dr. Weber respond?

Dr. Weber said,

"Not if I kill you first."

ERIN:
Thank you.

No more questions.

Did you have other affairs,
besides the one with Dr. Weber?

Objection. Relevance.

Ms. Boyle-- I mean Ms. Reagan
brought up the affair as motive.

I have an alternative one.

I'll allow.

You may answer the question.

I had two previous affairs.

Because my husband
and I

had an open marriage.

Meaning?

We both believe that monogamy

is an unnatural expectation.

Relevance, Your Honor.
I understand...

Are you going somewhere
with this, Mr. Boyle?

BOYLE:
Indeed I am, Your Honor.

Was your husband
also having an affair?

Yes, he was.

So...

his lover could've killed him.

Objection.
Speculation.

The jury will disregard
the last remark from Mr. Boyle.

No more questions.

Ms. Manis, I have a question.

Why do you think

your husband threatened
to kill Dr. Weber

when he found out
about your affair?

Because love
can be unpredictable.

You know, always amazes me

how small the human
heart actually is.

Eight to ten ounces for a woman,
ten to 12 for a guy.

Hmm.
Men have bigger hearts?

That's debatable.
But, technically, yes.

You know,
those extra few ounces we have

is what always gets us
in trouble with you guys.

(chuckles)
What can you tell us
about Emily Copeland?

Her cause of death
was suffocation. My guess,

a pillow was placed
over her face and held there

for about three minutes.

You find anything
under her fingernails?

I wish.
No DNA for you.

No hair or skin,
other than the victim's.

No defense wounds?

Isn't that unusual,
you know, in a suffocation--

no defense wounds?

What's more unusual
isn't that she was suffocated

but that she would've
been dead anyway.

My guess:
within a month.

Why?

She had late-stage
pancreatic cancer.

SHELLY (in distance):
I know my rights.

I want to know
what this is about.

The judge said
I was free to go.

I told you my case
was dismissed.

So why am I being...
Please, just step this way.

Not until I find out
why I'm here.

Please sit down.

I don't understand.
My charges were dismissed.

I'm aware.

You got the charges dropped.
Yes.

But that doesn't
buy me shutting up.

Wasn't meant to. Please?

(sighs)

I looked into your son's murder.

He was killed in a turf war

between the Double Treys
and the Warrior Kings.

Well, who did it?

A 15-year-old member

of the Double Treys.

Why? Why Charles?

Did he know my boy?

(sighs)

I don't have that information.

Does it matter?

In that he took a life
that he didn't mean to,

so there's another piece
of misery out there?

You can look at it that way;
I can't.

I can try.
They may be numbers to you,

but they're all people to me.

Nobody's just a number.

A black teenager
in East New York?

I know his name, who he was,

who his mother is,
so please stop it.

You have no idea what it's like

to lose a child.

(sighs)

You throw your weight around

and you get someone
to name who killed my boy

and now you get to go back
to your office

and feel good about yourself?

Nothing about this
makes me feel good.

When Charles was killed
I started a group.

I'm aware.

We have 55 members so far.

All mothers who have lost
their children to violence.

We have vigils and marches
and rallies,

and guess who's never there
at any of these events.

Your cops.

(door opens)

(door closes)
(sighs)

So, who died?

33-year-old woman
with a four-year-old kid.

40-year-old dermatologist
from the Upper West Side.

And a 16-year-old
in East New York.

I didn't mean it literally.

You just forgot
who was at the table.

Okay. Sorry.

A great partnership.

You and Eddie?
Yeah, Sarge

switched us up.
Now he's got me

riding with an IAB snitch.

Oh, that's a real waste of IA
manpower, don't you think?

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, their snitch
is riding around with,

you know, Dudley Do-Right.

(chuckling)

How is it you can make
even my being a good cop

into a bad thing?
I didn't say

it was a bad thing.
Well, you'll be happy

to know that they switched us up

for punking
another pair of partners.

I'll be happy to know?

Well, no, not you.

Just forgot
who was at the table.

16-year-old, how?

Gunshot. Question's why.

All right, why?

Kid's poor, bored, and armed.

And in East New York.

Still a war zone, huh?

Well, it's much
better than it was

when I was there ten years ago.

But it's still East New York.

Define "better."

Well, less terrible.

That's a pretty low bar.
Not compared

to 40 years ago.

If you lost someone,
"better" isn't good enough.

So what do you tell them?

That is a good question
with no good answer.

Sometimes it's best
not to tell 'em anything

and just listen instead.

Can't you just
send more cops there?

Wish it were that simple.

People move to change
the subject.

Seconded.
Thirded.

You guys have something
more fun to talk about

than life or death?

What'd you expect,
given who's at the table?

Okay, so... go.

Mom's case?
Dad's across the aisle

on the defense.

I was not thinking that.

Slick Jack? Really?

Wow. How's that going for you?

He's dating his co-counsel.
She's 25.
ERIN:
Ugh.

(coughs)

Nicky, zip it.

Is she hot?
What?

Okay, how about we

go back to East New York?

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
what is she like?
No way.

25, really?

Thanks, Nicky.

(laughter)

(sighs)

So, is she?

Is she what?

Hot.

In a cheap sort of way,
I suppose.

And charmed by Jack, I'm sure.

Jack can still talk
the green off a leaf,

I'll give him that.

Well, Jack's always gonna be
one of those guys

who thinks
the grass is greener.

Well, now the grass
is 20 years younger.

Ouch.

Mm.

Do you remember
Aunt Agnes and Aunt Ruth?

Yeah, you used to
drag us to Bushwick

to see them every month.

Yeah. And neither one of them

ever got married, even once.

So I got them beat?

No.
Are you calling me

a spinster aunt?

Every family like ours has one.

Well, my money's on Jamie.

No such thing
as a spinster uncle.

That's a double standard, Dad.

(sighs)

Erin...

you need to move on.
Yeah, well,

I can't right now.
I have to deal with him.
Not the kind

of moving on I'm talking about.

I know. But this comes first
and foremost.

You turned down a plea.

He wanted three years.
It was a fire sale.

As opposed to zero
if you lose.

I'd bet on me, Dad.

Ask you this.

If Jack wasn't on the case,

would you have taken the plea?

I guess we'll never know.

(sighs)

BAEZ:
So it looks like Brian took out

the insurance policy
after his wife was diagnosed

with the cancer.
Okay, but the thing is, though,

if he took out the policy,
why would he risk killing her

when she would've died naturally
in a few weeks anyway?

Maybe he was anxious
to get started.

Well, I'm banking
on that 12-ounce heart

factoring into this equation
at some point.

Since when? You're
usually the cynical one.

Well, we're just
missing something.

Yeah, a confession.

I think I know how to get one.

You want me
to question Manis' mistress,

see if she and her husband
have alibis?

It wouldn't hurt.

I mean,
we know who killed Manis.

At least we have the knife.

What is taking so long?

Hey, we got court, pal.

You want to step it up, here?

So, uh, how come
you and Jack broke up?

Irreconcilable differences.

I got irreconcilable differences
with every woman I ever date.

Isn't that what
keeps it interesting?

Got the evidence?

It's not here.
What do you mean it's not here?

It's gone.
How can it be gone?
It's the evidence

in a murder investigation.

It's not where
it's supposed to be.

Then check where
it's not supposed to be.

I did.
It's not there either.

How can the evidence
go missing?

Well, maybe you removed it
for a hearing.

We did not remove it.

What do you want me to tell you?

You're lucky this cage

is separating us, that's what.

DANNY:
From what I understand,

pancreatic cancer--
it's the least detectable

until it's too late, so you must
have felt completely helpless

when your wife
got her diagnosis.

And then, I would assume,
after you got the diagnosis,

that's when you went out and got
the life insurance policy.

It's not unusual to have
a life insurance policy.

Absolutely not.

I mean, it's a little unusual

when you get one six months
before your 33-year-old wife

is murdered
under suspicious circumstances.

But that's
neither here not there.

Why don't you just say
what you want to say?

Brian, I...
I'm not saying anything.

And I certainly don't think
you're a murderer.

Now, your mother-in-law may,

and you did buy that
life insurance policy,

but I don't.

I think I might need a lawyer.

Just told you
I believe you, Brian.

I don't think you did it.
(knocking)

One second.

Really?

I told you.
I knew you were a good guy.

You're not gonna need
a lawyer after all.

How's that?

We got the guy.

What are you talking about?

We got the guy

who killed Emily.
He's sitting

right there,
next to my desk.

This guy's a career
criminal. He's already hit

six buildings in
the area. We got him

on video going into
your building around the time

of Emily's murder.
He's got no alibi.

That can't be.
It can be.

The D.A.'s charging him
with manslaughter

in the first degree.
That son of a bitch

is looking at 25 to life, easy.

No, you can't charge him.
Gonna charge him?

We already are.

And guess what, Brian.

You've been through enough,
you are free to go.

No!

What?

He didn't do it.

(door slams)
Sit down.

Your Honor, the People would
like to request a continuance.

On what grounds?

Your Honor, through
no fault of our own,

the evidence in this case

is missing from
the property clerk's office.

How does evidence go missing,
Ms. Reagan?

We are looking into that,
Your Honor.

We'd like to move for
this case to be dismissed.

Your Honor,

the People request
a 24-hour continuance.

Do the People have anything else
that links

the defendant to the
crime? Fingerprints?

An eyewitness?

No, but

the weapon...
Ms. Reagan, we have

a jury
that we've been inconveniencing

for two days.

I'm dismissing the case.

With prejudice, Your Honor?

Your Honor...

Dismissed... with prejudice.

You almost done
with that 61?

Just dotting the Is
and crossing the Ts.

Reagan...

that info
DeMarcus gave you panned out.

Narcotics is executing
that warrant tonight,

if you want to join.

I'm only interested
if my partner can come.

She's in bed with IAB,

you know.

We arrested
DeMarcus together.

Suit yourself.

Then, um, both of you
ready to roll, 1900 hours.

What?

I thought you didn't like me.
It's not

that I didn't like you.

It's that I didn't trust you.

But now you do... trust me?

Nah. It's just, you're so good
at checking the oil in the car.

(latch clicks)

(door opens)

(door closes)

How you doing, Mr. Copeland?

My lawyer advised me...

Not to speak to anyone.

He's right.

So, I'll talk,
and you listen, okay?

Toxicology report
came back yesterday.

They found secobarbital
in your wife's system.

The M.E. said that secobarbital

is used to treat insomnia,
or as a sedative before surgery.

So?

So,

I found the bottle

of secobarbital
in your medicine cabinet.

Interesting.
You know, it's...

prescribed
by a doctor in Vermont.

I thought to myself,
why would a couple from New York

go all the way to Vermont

to get a prescription?

Couldn't figure it out,
so I called the doctor myself.

He told me
that secobarbital is also used

in physician-assisted suicide,

which is legal in Vermont,
but, unfortunately,

it's not legal in New York.

I can't do this.

He also told me you called him
the day your wife was murdered.

She wanted to die
on her own terms.

She didn't want to drag it out.

And the doc agreed.

But when

she took it, it didn't work.

I called the doctor, panicked.

(sighs)

He apologized,

said that it's
an inexact science,

that he didn't prescribe

the right amount.

And then Emily turned to me,

and she knew
the drug would knock her out.

But... it wouldn't be enough
to kill her.

So she asked you to smother her

while she was unconscious,
right?

I didn't want to.
I really didn't want to,

but I didn't want to see her
in any more pain.

I did what she asked.

(crying):
I loved her.

(sniffling)

She let go so peacefully,

just the way she wanted.

And I don't care
what happens to me.

I have no regrets.

Nor should you.

(sighs)

(sighs)

(footsteps approaching)

Hi.

Congratulations.

I'm sorry.
For what?

I'm sorry you
lost your case.

I'm sorry I accused you
of being judgmental.

You're right.
I'm... I am judgmental.

And I'm sorry you were
forced to deal with Mandy.

Mandy. Are you kidding?

Her name rhymes with...
Candy.

I know. I'm sorry
about that, too.

Where is she, anyway?

Uh, speaking at a
Women in Law symposium

geared to first-years.

Beautiful and smart.

Are you done apologizing?

I think so, unless there's
something I'm not thinking of.

Anyway, Mandy
and I are, uh...

We're not going
out anymore.

What happened?

We went out to eat,

and the waiter thought
she was my daughter.

That... that, and she
ordered Bay Breezes.

We used to drink Bay Breezes.

We were 19.

Wow. I've known you that long?

Unfortunately, yes.

Want to go out and
get a bite to eat?

No.

I mean, no, thank you.

I'm meeting Danny at O'Malleys.

I'd invite you, but...

He'd rather use my
face as a dartboard.

Something like that.

I don't get this
with anyone else.

What, the verbal abuse?
This.

You.

You're funny and smart.

Not smart enough to put
a vicious killer behind bars.

You ever consider you might
be wrong about Weber?

And me?

No.

Good night, Jack.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Hey, right on time.

Ordered beers, and the
wings coming right up.

Good, because I am
drinking to forget tonight.

You lost?

Yup. Murderer got off
scot-free,

and the judge dismissed it
with prejudice,

so I can't retry.

Great Jack Boyle strikes again.

My witness testified that
she was in an open marriage

because monogamy is unnatural.

What's unnatural are yo-yos
like Jack running around

in a perpetual state
of adolescence.

You and Dad hated Jack
the moment you met him.

I don't know why
I never saw that.

Love, like justice, is blind.

And marriage is an eye-opener?

Don't go there, please.

I don't know what's worse--
your situation or mine.

My guy's looking at 15 years
for mercy-killing his wife

who was gonna die
in a month anyway.

Part of me wishes I'd never
figured out it was him.

Well, I spoke to the D.A.

They're gonna plead down to
criminally negligent homicide.

He won't do the max.

Well, that's something.
Thank you.

Ms. Reagan?

I didn't mean
to startle you.

I just saw you head
this way after court.

Who is he? Who are you?
Uh...

I just wanted you to know
that you were right.

He was very weak.
I barely broke a sweat.

Enjoy your drinks.

He's the guy? Hey!

Danny.
Hey!

Danny.

Other people get to say
about their kids,

"Oh, they grow up so fast."

We don't.

But today I'm gonna,
because I want to.

Charles-- he did,
he grew up so fast.

He was but nine
when he announced

he didn't believe
in Santa Claus anymore.

Now, we spent Christmas
out at my dad's

in the Pennsylvania woods.

We had a tree and a fireplace,

so a chimney
for Santa to come out of.

So that Christmas Eve,

I got a pair of my dad's boots--
big feet, my dad--

and I dipped them in the ashes

in the fireplace and made tracks
going to the tree

with the presents
and back to the fireplace,

like Santa tracked ash
all over the floor.

(laughter)

Welcome.

Thank you.

Anyway, Charles--

he bought it lock,
stock and barrel,

and we got a good two more years

of believing
in Santa after that.

And that's what
I'm thinking about tonight.

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