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In New York City's war on crime

the worst criminal offenders are pursued

by the detectives of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

All I know is, she must have gotten my name

and she must have talked about me to my P.O.

No, I don't think he knows anything.

Look, okay, okay, I get it.

I'm going to take care of everything for you.

Just don't worry...

CARVER: The fillers for the lineup

were Hispanic men like the defendant.

They had mustaches like the defendant

glasses like the defendant.

MAN: They outweighed him by about 50 pounds each.

CARVER: Only because his client

went a crash diet after he committed his crime.

We chose fillers to the lineup

who matched Mr. Venueva's appearance

at the time he held up the bodega

which is entirely proper.

It is if I say it is, Mr. Carver.

I'll give you my decision tomorrow.

How does this work

for my calendar, Miss Trudeau?

9:00 a.m., Judge.

Good.

9:00, then.

And if you're late, bring a toothbrush

because I will hold you in contempt.

(gavel pounds)

Okay.

See you Sunday.

Bye.

MAN: I've been in the john half the night.

It's got to be the onion rings.

Give me that flight number again.

Yeah, I... I got it.

Look, if my plumbing acts up again... I'll call in.

I've got a time-certain call on Greenwald's part.

Can we administratively adjourn this?

Blakemore's never late.

Can we wait a minute?

He in chambers?

There's no answer.

He's got to be on his way down.

Ron, thanks for coming.

This is Jess Litton my attorney.

Ron Carver from the District Attorney's Office.

I don't know if Mrs. Lewin told you or not

but we also called the police.

They should be here any minute.

Do you want to wait for them?

Uh, no. It's in here.

It's Emily Trudeau

Judge Blakemore's clerk.

Blakemore's in his study.

We can start whenever you're ready.

Do you see something?

Is his investigative style always so sociable?

Yeah, sure.

The killer wrapped her head in a towel

before slamming it twice

into the corner of the counter.

Minimize blood spatter?

But it doesn't match the other kitchen towels.

EAMES: He brought it with him.

And he left it behind.

But he took something else with him.

The trash?

There's no liner bag.

But there's...

smell.

Vomit.

He threw up in there

after killing her.

Why she was here is unimportant.

The point is, she was going home.

Her diaphragm is washed.

It's still wet.

That's completely irrelevant

to the issue of who killed her.

At this point, Judge

What's relevant isn't your call.

We do need you to be candid, Your Honor.

Were we having an affair? Yes.

BLAKEMORE: Nothing more to it than that.

EAMES: For how long the affair?

Long enough.

Why don't you focus instead on who did this?

We are.

How often did your wife visit your daughter

out in Connecticut?

Every other weekend.

She always leaves on a Thursday?

Yes.

So why wasn't Miss Trudeau spending the night here?

Emily lives with her mother who has Parkinson's.

She's uncomfortable leaving her alone all night.

Are we nearly finished here?

EAMES: No.

Did your wife know about her?

Absolutely not.

I know what you're insinuating.

Nothing of the sort happened.

There's only one explanation for this:

Emily was surprised by a burglar.

A burglar?

Did you hear a burglar?

No, I didn't hear anything.

Well, didn't you

walk her downstairs when she was leaving?

No, I was in bed asleep.

That's uh...

Did, uh...

Uh, did you two have a fight?

No.

You let her find her own way out in the dark?

You know, I find the tone of your questions

completely gratuitous.

I'm done here.

You deal with them.

I've got to call my wife.

Just one last thing.

What did you have to eat last night?

(exasperated sigh)

This investigation will be run by the book.

I don't care whose ass needs kissing

you tell Mrs. Lewin I'm not putting up

with any crap from the DAs office.

I didn't suggest you should.

But Judge Blakemore's a well-respected jurist

contributes regularly to legal journals

and is a candidate for the appellate court.

And he was banging his law clerk.

(whispering): This is a press case.

Good cops lose their pensions because of press cases.

I don't plan on losing mine

because of Judge Blakemore.

I'll relay your concerns to Mrs. Lewin.

Anything to this burglary theory?

EAMES: No forced entry

and the only thing stolen was the trash.

The killer threw up in the trash.

We found splatter on the floor.

It's being analyzed.

The judge?

Could be, but the attack was planned and orderly.

The killer brought a towel with him

to wrap around Miss Trudeau's head

when he brained her against the counter.

Professional.

Yes... and no.

He could have covered her face to keep her from looking at him.

To increase his own comfort level.

The fact that he vomited

indicates that he doesn't have the stomach to be a pro.

A semiprofessional hit man?

As a matter of fact, yes.

There's a profile

in the literature.

These boys don't derive their entire income on contract killing.

They hold regular jobs.

They're less impulsive than amateurs

but they score high on psychopathy

with a history of prior violence:

street fights, barroom brawls, domestic violence.

DEAKINS: In other words

someone a jealous wife might hire in a pinch

to whack her husband's mistress.

(knock on door)

Come in.

CARVER: I've met Diane Blakemore.

She's strictly Colony Club.

She wouldn't know where to find a hit man.

These are Emily Trudeau's cell phone records

for the last couple of months.

She and Blakemore kept their phone traffic pretty low-key.

Maybe one after-hours phone call

every few days, if that.

During the last week, she was calling Blakemore at home

three or four times a night.

WOMAN: I don't know what those calls would have been about.

Did she talk about her relationship with the judge?

She knew I didn't approve

but she was in love with him.

Ever since she started working for him

ten years ago.

Long time to be somebody's mistress.

She took it all on his terms.

Is this Emily's?

Yes.

May I?

Yeah.

EAMES: Could she have wanted more

from the relationship?

Maybe issued an ultimatum?

She knew he would never leave his wife.

Emily knew that.

Summa Cum Laude at NYU.

And Law Review.

She was an editor.

Clerking for Blakemore

was just supposed to be a stepping stone.

She wrote very well.

She was so bright.

Emily has a docking station for a laptop

but I don't see it.

She took it to work every day.

It wasn't at her office.

And we didn't see it at Blakemore's.

I have to be at Andrea's in 15 minutes.

This'll be done in no time.

It's your daughter's baby shower.

What's so important you got to pick it up right this minute?

I can't tell you, cupcake.

Arnie...

You don't want me to lie to you, right?

So I can't tell you.

But it's all good, you'll see.

It's all on here.

What do you want me to do with the rest of it?

Sell it for parts.

Just make sure that it can't be traced.

Yeah, okay.

I'm burning copies of the new Jackie Chan movie.

You want one?

No. Dori and me, we like romantic movies.

Thanks.

Harland finished his search of Trudeau's office.

No computer.

Lab results of the puke sample:

no DNA, no blood type

but they found traces of tuna salad on rye.

Emily Trudeau's greatest hits?

"Free Speech and the Fair Use Doctrine."

"The First Amendment and Encryption Software..."

Stop it. You're making me hot.

Emily Trudeau's Law Review articles

is what got Blakemore hot.

Can you call Carver?

See if he can get us in to see Blakemore?

Where are you going?

To the law library.

BLAKEMORE: I hope you can appreciate

I had to recalendar two suppression hearings for this.

We appreciate it a lot, Your Honor.

A few questions came up

when we were looking into your background.

You checked his background?

To assess any threats against him.

Threats?

This was a botched burglary, wasn't it?

No. We heard that you're up for a seat on the appellate court.

That's right.

The fact that you're being considered is a tribute to you

as a jurist and a legal scholar.

Yes, I suppose it is.

What is your question?

You went to Yale?

Yale and Columbia. I graduated from both.

You were in Law Review?

No.

Or that other award

that they give to the top 10% of the class.

Order of The Coif?

No.

That's because you have a 2.0 average.

What do they call that?

Ah, or Gentleman Cs, isn't that it?

If you came here

to denigrate my client's record...

GOREN: We like his record.

We like the fact that he's a... a late bloomer.

All the articles that you've published

over these last few years

um, like this one...

"Intellectual Property Rights in the New Millennium."

What about it?

"Conflicts between First Amendment rights

"and intellectual property rights

"have traditionally been resolved

"in favor of the expansion

of intellectual property rights."

It's clear, concise.

Did Junger V. Daly really hold

that the First Amendment doesn't protect software?

Yes, it did.

I don't see what this has...

No. Daly's a landmark case precisely because it held

the First Amendment does protect software.

You read one article and you think you're an expert.

I've been researching this field for years.

Ten years.

Ever since Emily Trudeau went to work for you.

Emily Trudeau graduated summa cum laude

Order of The Coif, Law Review.

What the hell are you insinuating?

"Conflicts between First Amendment rights

"and intellectual property rights

"have traditionally been resolved

in favor of..."

Well, you know the rest.

It's from "Free Speech and The Fair Use Doctrine"

written by Emily Trudeau.

Two years before she became your clerk.

Either you stole her article, or she wrote it for you.

That's ridiculous. It's defamatory.

It's good-bye to the appellate court

if anybody finds out.

What did Emily do, Judge?

Threaten to go public?

No!

Don't answer that.

Unless you, what?

Left your wife or gave her money?

The proof was on her computer, which is why

you waited to call the police so you could get rid of it.

Computer? She had her computer with her.

No, not with her, not in her office

not in her home.

You really don't know where that computer is, do you?

But you're terrified because of what's on it.

First you call him a plagiarist

then a murderer, now you've changed your mind.

This is no way to treat a Justice

of the New York court.

He still is a plagiarist.

Except somebody else killed Emily Trudeau.

Killed her for her computer.

The evidence she was ghost-writing his articles

was on that computer.

If somebody wants to destroy Blakemore's rep

ruin his chances with the appellate court...

Question is

who wanted Blakemore disqualified?

We could always ask whoever chooses appellate court judges.

This I'll handle.

I'll talk to the bipartisan nominating committee

and I'll let you know what I find out.

Want to know how it really works?

I got just the guy for you.

His first job was bellhop at the Biltmore

wasn't it, Jimmy?

My mom marched me down

to Democratic Headquarters herself.

Said I was a hooligan in the making

and if anybody could set me straight

it was Mack McNeil.

I need to get home.

Fill 'em in, Mack.

So, what can I tell you

about the Honorable Dutch Blakemore?

Let's start with people who'd want to keep him off

the appellate court.

Like?

He might be the swing vote

on an important case

or he rubs a special-interest group the wrong way.

Everybody loves Dutch Blakemore.

He didn't strike us as very lovable.

When you've raised $10 million for the party's candidates

in the last election

people will overlook your shortcomings.

So that's what counts here--

fundraising for the right party.

Where did you think appellate court judges came from?

Any other judges in the running?

Four. Rasmussen, Fuller, Sabatelli and Zimmer.

But Dutch is the front-runner by a long mile.

Because everybody loves Dutch.

Ask the Bar Association.

They hold public hearings on the candidates.

WOMAN: We looked at Judge Blakemore's

record pretty closely

and I don't recall that he ever took a stand

on any controversial issue.

What about pending appeals he might be facing

on the appellate court?

Organized crime cases, drug cases?

Nothing of any consequence.

Anything come up in the public hearings?

Maybe a personal gripe?

I don't recall.

Can you check?

There's always a personal gripe of some kind--

co-op neighbors who don't think

the nominee pays his dues on time.

Here. There was one name on the witness list.

She was a no-show.

Her name?

Duval, Marie Duval.

Doesn't say what her complaint was.

In hindsight, maybe I was wrong to back out.

But I'm up for partner next year.

Why should I be the next Anita Hill?

Blakemore sexually harassed you.

I was his clerk back in the '80s.

During a sexual battery case

he told me liked watching S&M scenes in pornos.

Was it ever anything more than talk?

He never laid a hand on me.

On anyone else, I can't vouch for.

He harassed other women?

Guys like him can't help themselves.

Do you know who these women are?

No, but when I didn't appear at the hearing, I got a call.

He said he was a concerned citizen.

It was probably some girl's boyfriend or brother.

He said that Blakemore was a fraud, a womanizer

and that it wasn't too late for me to testify.

Did the citizen identify himself?

No. He hung up when I asked him his name.

I star-69'd him and a dispatcher answered.

It was a car service-- Smooth Ride.

WOMAN: Yeah, I remember getting that call.

All the incoming calls get routed to me.

I told that lady I got 102 drivers

42 cars, each one with a cell phone.

I got no way of knowing who called her.

That's what she said you told her.

Same thing I told the other lady.

What other lady?

Another lawyer.

She comes down here a week later.

She says she's getting crank calls

from one of our numbers.

She said if I didn't help her

her boss is going to put me in contempt.

Her boss was a judge?

What she said.

Yeah, that's the one who showed up here.

I had to pull the logs

on every phone till I found one with her number on it.

You still have those records?

I don't need a judge putting me in contempt.

Who had this phone?

This day, that's just it.

Four different drivers could have used it.

Three calls to Emily's number at the courthouse.

This number here right after the second call

to the 248 exchange.

That's the probation office.

Lou said to shut her up.

She knew my name.

How else am I supposed to shut her up?

What the hell were you thinking

going to his house?

That was a good thing. It was good.

What was the good thing about it, Arnie?

For God's sakes, sometimes I think you're dumber than you look.

You didn't even see what I got for you.

From a computer.

And don't worry, I got rid of it.

This is pretty good, huh?

See, I anticipated what you wanted.

I always anticipate.

Want me to get you some water?

EAMES: This one's a cream puff.

Two shoplifting beefs and one for passing bad checks.

This one's got three assaults.

Arnie Cox. Was fired from his last two jobs

for violent outbursts.

A history of violence sounds like

a distinguishing feature of the semi- professional hit man.

I only look like I'm not paying attention to you.

You need to close ranks.

What are you talking about?

You're setting up

a "seven-stars offense," right?

What are you, an expert?

I'm a cop.

So's she.

And you're under arrest.

Your move.

COX: It's not that I don't have counsel.

It's just that he costs me 100 bucks an hour.

I mean, if I thought I needed him...

I know you folks are just doing your job.

And anybody that likes Chinese chess can't be all bad.

Where'd you learn anyways?

China.

Yeah? Me, too.

No, I'm just pulling your leg.

Anyways, I never made any calls to Emily Trudeau.

But you heard about her murder?

Who didn't?

You were working that night.

Now, you see? I got an alibi.

EAMES: That's a little optimistic.

There was plenty of time to do the murder

in between your runs to JFK.

I had the trots from eating too much grease.

Speaking of...

what would you say if I told you

we found DNA in some vomit on the crime scene?

Actually, that's a good one, Bobby.

You had DNA, I wouldn't be here.

I'd be sitting in some doctor's office

with a court-ordered needle in my vein.

That's a good one... Arnie.

You've got quite a career.

Turned over a new leaf.

Yeah. Judge cut you a break.

Judge Sabatelli.

Look, isn't he the guy

who writes novels in his spare time?

I don't know.

I just got lucky.

I could have been in front of Judge Sessor.

That guy's got a broomstick up his ass.

Something just occurred to me.

Sabatelli's up for the appellate court.

Oh, yeah?

You didn't know?

Why would I?

Well, your favorite judge.

You know what, Bobby?

I'm done talking today.

Raoul Sabatelli?

That's where it's going.

Or where you're taking it.

Every time Sabatelli's name came up

Arnie's pulse went up 20 clicks.

Right along with mine. Look...

I know Sabatelli's a little rough around the edges...

Golden Gloves, right?

Forget about Sabatelli

for a second.

Worry about this mutt.

You think he stole the girl's computer, right?

Get a search warrant.

You care who we ask?

SABATELLI: You're a little late on probable cause here.

You were a Golden Gloves champ in '59.

Why? You want to go a few rounds?

The phone calls; there's no certainty he made them.

Isn't that why they call it "probable cause," Your Honor?

Don't get smart with me.

GOREN: You know this defendant?

Yeah, he's made a few appearances in my part.

You think murder is out of his reach?

All of my years on the bench

have taught me that anybody is capable of anything.

Isn't that a line from one of your books?

My first book: The Serpent's Tooth.

Look at this. Is this a French edition?

Yeah. My books have been translated

into nine different languages.

That's the latest.

Oh...

La Ville Sanglante.

"Bloody City."

This is very cool.

This one, I haven't seen before.

Westside Danny.

That's out of print.

Well, I'd... love to read it.

Could, uh... could I buy it from you?

Just go ahead.

It's on me.

Well, thank you.

EAMES: Your Honor, the search warrant?

Oh... okay, what the hell?

You want to go fishing, be my guest.

Uh, since you're signing things, do you mind?

WOMAN: We don't have any computers here.

We don't even know how to work the video.

They won't break anything, will they?

They know not to.

It's Judge Sabatelli.

That belongs to my husband.

Well, why do you have it?

He thinks very highly of the Judge.

He's from very humble circumstances like Arnie.

He gave Arnie a break when he didn't have to.

That's from the newspaper.

One of the papers did an article on the Judge.

Arnie clipped it out.

This is from the newspaper, too.

That was two years ago.

The Judge hired Arnie

to drive him to some fancy political thing.

EAMES: The Judge throw a lot of work his way?

On occasion.

So, Arnie has all

of Sabatelli's novels.

It looks like he's read them a few times.

They came like that.

He bought them at the flea market.

Arnie's locker at the limo company was clean.

No computer...

nothing to connect him to the murder.

You underlining the dirty parts?

Sabatelli's novels are pretty robust.

The rest, it's Jimmy Breslin meets Daphne du Maurier.

"Judge Wakefield was the worst kind of American aristocrat.

"The kind who was born on third base

and thought he hit a triple."

Wakefield's one of his recurring characters.

"Wakefield majored in drinking at Yale

"and whored his way through Columbia.

"That and marrying the granddaughter

"of a New York Supreme Court Justice

was the sum total of his legal education."

"Wakefield sat in silence, to all appearances

"in deep meditation on the grave constitutional issue

"before him.

"But Wakefield wasn't meditating on anything.

"He didn't have an opinion on the matter

"so he did what he usually did when he had no opinion:

he borrowed one."

Wakefield is Blakemore.

GOREN: In the first edition

of Sabatelli's second book

Wakefield's wife was named Diane--

which happens to be the same name as Blakemore's wife--

but the name was changed in subsequent editions.

Yeah, that was a creative decision.

Inspired by...

threat of a lawsuit?

Raoul was not happy.

In the right light

you can see where we plastered over the hole

he made with his fist.

What's his beef with Blakemore?

We know they both went to Columbia...

Oh, yes, Raoul went on a scholarship.

Blakemore went on his father's dime.

Raoul got the straight A's

but Blakemore got the invitations to the Faculty Club.

SABATELLI: Ron.

Yes, Judge?

You need to be straight with me.

Where are they going with this?

Where's who going with what?

The Blakemore case.

The detectives are investigating me.

I wasn't aware.

You point the finger at Blakemore, you know

and everyone says, "No, not him, couldn't be him."

Point the finger at Sabatelli and they say

"Well, what do you expect from some punk from the streets?"

Nobody is saying...

If they point the finger at you, Ron

what would they say?

You know exactly what they'd say.

Sabatelli hates Blakemore.

He hates Zimmer.

He hates Rasmussen.

He hates Lewin. He hates McCoy.

He hates everybody equally.

He doesn't seem to hate you.

We served on committees together.

I admire him as a maverick.

A man who lifted himself up from the streets.

He doesn't see me as a threat.

But that's how he see's Blakemore!

He's paranoid... pathological.

Is that police code for hot-blooded?

W... well, don't put words in my mouth

or some kind of attitude.

If he's involved

why on Earth would he sign a search warrant for Mr. Cox?

EAMES: Because he knew we wouldn't find anything.

That's paranoid.

We could throw Sabatelli another hot potato.

See how he handles it.

Arnie Cox made harassing calls to Emily Trudeau.

You charge him with violating his probation.

Since he was Sabatelli's defendant

it'll end up in Sabatelli's lap.

Sabatelli revokes his probation

Arnie goes back to prison for five to ten.

If you're right about Sabatelli

he won't want to alienate Mr. Cox.

Yeah. If you're right about him

then he won't have a problem locking him up.

Very slick, Detective.

It's a damn trap, Henry.

It's only a trap

if Arnie Cox can hurt you.

Be straight with me, Raoul.

As your attorney, I need to know.

I don't like surprises.

He's a nothing little mouse.

But you see what's happening?

They're all closing ranks around Blakemore.

Raoul...

The fact that I'm

even a suspect.

You have any idea what that does to my chances

for the appellate court, Henry, huh?

I am this close and they can't stand it.

You're right about that.

Yeah, because I don't fill their coffers.

I don't kiss ass.

I've just worked hard my whole life!

Raoul, if Arnie Cox really can't hurt you

all you'd be doing is locking up a defendant

on a probation violation.

No big deal.

Right, Raoul?

CARVER: The defendant placed harassing phone calls to Miss Trudeau

only days before her murder.

They can't prove the calls were harassing

without a complaining witness.

She's dead, Your Honor.

Which is exactly our point.

There's no other explanation for the calls.

All right. Mr. Gruber, I have bent over backward

to give your client second, third and fourth chances

but it seems he took advantage of my generous nature.

I'm finding him in violation of his probation

and remanding him to the custody

of the Department of Corrections

to serve out the balance of his sentence.

(pounds gavel)

Case closed.

It ain't like he had much choice.

After everything you've done for him

he's supposed to take care of you.

Your lawyer's not here, so you should just... listen.

You know, think things over.

Sabatelli gave me this.

See? He signed it.

Now, your copies are all secondhand.

Not one of them is signed.

So what?

Have you read his latest book?

I haven't gotten to it yet.

You should. You're in it.

"Donnie was a small-time crook

"who embellished his criminal past

and bragged about being a big-time robber."

That ain't me. He just made that up.

"Donnie was like one of those

"silly little terriers...

"always in tune to his master's moods

"always eager to please, and that made him useful."

Look, I told you, that ain't me.

"As a kid, Donnie was a bed wetter

"and his old man beat the crap out of him for it

"until child welfare sent him

"to live with his alcoholic grandmother.

"The night of his first arrest

"he pissed himself.

He was 17."

None of that stuff matters, baby.

You're my guy, and I love you.

Your family loves you.

I can't just flip on him.

I can't.

I know it's hard for you.

You never turned on anybody.

But this time it's different.

It's him or you.

I can't.

I only did what he wanted me to do.

For once, can't you do what I want?

Please, baby, I can't lose you forever.

A deal? In return for what? What's he offering?

EAMES: He said Sabatelli told him

to do what he had to to get proof

of Blakemore's plagiarism.

When Emily Trudeau found out Arnie was calling her

Sabatelli got worried the trail would lead to him

so he told Donnie to shut her up.

Arnie had the bright idea of killing her

in Blakemore's house to embarrass him.

Getting the computer was a bonus.

What happened to the computer?

Arnie made a copy of the computer disk

and gave it to Sabatelli.

He made a copy for himself as insurance.

What's on it?

Drafts of articles she was ghostwriting for Blakemore

e-mails discussing the articles.

I can't believe Sabatelli would do this.

Of all the foolish, arrogant...

Granting this is all true...

he's only liable for conspiracy.

I-I can't convict him

solely on the testimony of his coconspirators.

I need corroboration.

If Sabatelli still had a copy of the disk

and if we could find it?

That would do it.

But, at this point what are the chances he still has it?

Is it enough to prove that he knows what's on the disk?

What are you suggesting, a pop quiz?

Or an opportunity that he can't resist.

Now, I've been rethinking our case, Counselor.

Uh, we were right the first time.

If anyone had the motive... to kill Emily Trudeau

and destroy the contents on her computer

it's Judge Blakemore.

You want to arrest Blakemore?

Well, arrest would...

would be an understatement.

Ron. Ron.

Is it true what they say-- Blakemore's the guy?

So it appears.

I told you your concerns were premature.

Blakemore is a big fish. This is good for you, Ron.

If it doesn't turn into a three-ring circus.

Lewin wants everything by the book.

I'm thinking of having someone

from the Judicial Committee of the bar

observe the interrogation.

I serve on that committee.

Really?

This is asinine.

Emily never said anything to me about this Arnie Cox.

She told you about the phone calls she got.

Well, yes, but... Judge...

Look at him.

He probably never sat on the wrong side of an interrogation before.

Look, I didn't do this. This is crazy. You have?

When I was a kid.

In my neighborhood, getting pinched was part of puberty.

GOREN: What? You're not denying

she was writing those articles for you, are you?

She was not.

He's lying.

He never had an original thought in his life.

We found drafts of articles in her home.

Correspondence.

Here, this copy of an e-mail she sent you last December.

"I'm almost finished with the final draft

"and I'm pretty sure the Georgetown Law Review

"will be interested in it.

It'll be quite a feather in your cap."

Well, that could mean anything. It actually means

you'd be out of the running for the appellate court.

GOREN: And you were worried

one of those other guys would get the job.

Rasmussen, Fuller... Oh, please.

...or Sabatelli.

Sabatelli? He's a thug.

They put his name in the race just to make it look fair.

EAMES: What about the e-mail, Judge?

We found that article

in the Georgetown Law Review

published last spring under your name.

You mean "The Constitutionalization of the Internet"?

Detective, I know what I wrote.

You'll never get him this way.

He's not an idiot.

Use the actual articles against him.

EAMES: You're worried your secret is out.

BLAKEMORE: Oh, please.

CARVER: Judge Sabatelli thinks

we should test Blakemore on the contents of the articles.

Take it from a writer.

If they're his, he'll know them inside out.

Well, he might have written some, right?

That'll be the day.

Ask him about the one on software encryption.

"Intellectual Property and the Shifting Paradigm"?

Yeah, yeah, that's the one.

He didn't write that; I know he didn't.

It's almost two years old.

I have a hard time remembering briefs I wrote two months ago.

It won't convince a jury.

Well, use something recent.

The last Law Review we have

is six months old.

Didn't you say you found drafts of articles in the girl's home?

I don't have dates on those.

Well, uh, try "The Role of the Judicial Review

in the, uh, in the Digital Copyright Act."

That's very recent.

Some of these don't have titles.

Well, it starts, uh...

"Traditionally, the oversight role of the judiciary

in the area of the, uh..."

"The area of the constitutional limits

of database protection"?

Yes, that's it. You've found it.

Yes, it's right here.

How do you know this article so well?

Because I read it.

Where?

Because, funny thing is, it hasn't been published yet.

Emily Trudeau was still polishing it.

Well, uh, if...

if you found drafts of the article

uh, I'm sure there were other copies circulating.

I probably

read one of those.

Well... no.

There are no copies.

We found this the same place you did-- on the disk

from her computer.

A disk Arnie Cox gave us

identical to the one he gave you.

No... no.

No, that is not right.

Mr. Cox told us everything.

What does he know?! It's Blakemore!

You don't really believe that.

Yes, yes. He killed her with his own bare hands!

You know

he's not capable of it.

You don't know what the hell you're talking about!

"Of all the crimes that paraded through his courtroom...

the one Wakefield never understood was murder."

"Murder required

"passion, guts...

and in his heart, Wakefield knew he had neither."

But you, on the other hand

you... have plenty of both.

You... sons of bitches!

He put you up to this. You trapped me.

And I thought I could trust you, Ron!

I thought I could trust you, Judge.

You...

CARVER: Raoul Sabatelli...

you're under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder.

EAMES: Marie Duval told us how much you like the rough stuff, Judge.

LITTON: No, don't let her get to you. Just stay relaxed.

Should we break the news to him?

Let him sweat a little more.

Look, this is crazy. I didn't do this.

Sabatelli and Blakemore--

they violated the first rule you learn in law school.

Never commit anything to paper.