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My God, they're everywhere.

My desk looks
like an ant farm.

Yesterday, four roaches
the size of mice

tried to drag my briefcase
out into the hallway.

[Gene] Don't worry,
siege is almost over.

Exterminators gonna start
spraying through the building
starting this morning.

I can see it now.

Elevators filled
with mutating bugs.

Carrying briefcases,
buying car phones,

learning how
to plea bargain.

[all chuckle]

Let's switch gears
and get some work done.

Julie, you are
approaching, what,

day five of your
maiden voyage

on your first homicide trial.
Any unexpecteds?

Evidence remains solid,
no surprises.

Tomorrow, I bring on
the daughter who saw it all.

This is your
only ID witness.

Without her, your case
is circumstantial.

I trust you have
thoroughly prepared her.

She'll be fine.
I'm working with her
again later today.

-Her story remains consistent.
-[screams]

[Briggs] That is
not a cockroach.

-Good morning.
-[Briggs] Damn!

How many legs
does that thing have?

[all chuckle]

Hey, everybody, calm down,

or we're never gonna
get out of here.

-I'm sorry.
-[Gene] Mr. Searls.

We should talk later.

-Ms. Harris.
-Yes, sir.

Presenting to grand jury
on the Warman robbery assault.
Prepared?

Well, I'm sure of
my robbery witness,
one William Simpko,

but I'm sending out
the arresting officer
to find him.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Bring me back an indictment.

If you're gonna be that late,
you gotta give Rogan a gift.

-Hey, man. Hey, Christopher.
-[Christopher groans] Oh, no.

I'm not even stopping.
You're supposed to be
at the rehab. Go back.

Listen, I did the program, man.
I stepped out of that place.

They were calling me Dr. Sugar.
I've been doing the talking,
the sleeping, the praying.

-I've been tumble-dried.
-Just cut it, all right?

-You walked.
-No, man. Look, I'm clean, man.

-I did it.
-No, You ran.
You did nothing.

You ran out.

Did I tell you about
that prayer we say in there?

I ain't got it memorized yet.

Goes something like,

"Lord, make me good enough

to figure out what I can
get away with
and what I can't

and the brains
to know the difference."

[opening theme song playing]

♪Living in a real world♪

♪We try to rise above♪

♪All we see, searching for
something to believe♪

♪One day you'll find
you can make a life♪

♪That's worth living through♪

♪If you are living
for the truth♪

♪All that we're trying
to win♪

♪Feels like a mountain
to climb♪

♪We can make it over
over time♪

♪Hold on♪

♪Hold on♪

♪We can make it over
over time♪

♪Hold on♪

♪Hold on♪

♪We can make it over
over time♪♪

Listen, you better not
be jibing me,

I'm putting my neck
on the line.

-If you screw this up...
-Listen to me.

I used to be the best cook
on the south side. No lie.

All right, yes.

Arty, he can cook.
Take my word.

Can you really cook?

Quarter-pounder
the size of your hands.

Slap two together,
you got a half.

He's a chef, Arty,
I mean it's what he does.

Two over easy,
side of fries.

Come on, Arty.
Let's cut through it.

Anything's better than that crap
you've been dishin' out.

Quality's up,
business is up.

He's gonna make
your kitchen a symphony.

What are you doin'?

[sighs]

Yes, I personally
vouch for him.

Half an hour.

[chuckles] I'll bring him
there myself.

-Yeah.
-You did it, man.
You got me a job.

They're gonna try you out.
It's at The Eatery.
It's across the street.

Apron, man.
Did you ask for a hat?
I gotta have me a hat, man

-I gotta have me an apron.
-Sugar. Sugar.

This is for real, man.

This is a real job.

Now, tell me
you can do it.

I can, man.

Like, for you and me,
I can.

Okay.

-[door opens]
-[Gene] Searls.

Look, uh, wait for me
outside, will you?

Go on. Wait for me.

What the hell
is going on with you?

Yesterday, you drag a judge,
a clerk and a court reporter

down to St. Vincent's
for a hospital arraignment,

but you forget to make sure
that the guy's conscious.

Morning, you show up late.
What is this?

My witness for
the Tomsic murder.

There's a pattern here.
If you take an interest

in a case and there's
something to be gained,

-you don't miss a beat.
-Thanks.

But if you don't
take an interest,
all of the details slide.

Here. Old case.
File got lost.
Reconstructed.

Clerical work, boss?

Legal work.

And I want that by Friday.

[door opens and closes]

[exhales and sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

Are you Detective Perry?
And please get your foot
off my desk.

Pretty puppy, you wanna
make friends on this job?

I'm ADA Harris.

The robbery on 44th Street
last Wednesday.

There was an eyewitness.
A William Simpko.

You didn't file
a statement with your report.

-I didn't take one.
-Why not?

I made the arrest.
I did my job.

And now I have to do mine.

There's a grand jury hearing
in three days.

This case is very
important to me.
I want this Simpko to testify.

Very good, ma'am.
I'm gonna get the whole
division on it for you.

Detective, what is your problem?
I need this witness
before the grand jury,

-so I can get an indictment.
-What are we talking about,
here?

-A low-rent robbery.
-With assault.

The man has got no priors.
The man is going to walk.

Look, Detective,
if you're telling me

that you don't take
your job seriously,

why don't I call
your lieutenant,
see how he feels?

[chuckles and groans]

You're new here, right?

I want William Simpko
in my office tomorrow.

[clangs]

[Julie] Okay. Susan,
let's start again at number one.

Right. After your daddy
told you to go upstairs

when Mr. Lawson arrived,

why did you come back down?

I heard a lot of screaming.

I was scared.

I ran down
and I saw Mr. Lawson

throw a lot of papers
on the floor.

Daddy kept saying
for him to get out.

I think Daddy saw me hiding
at the bottom of the stairs.

Good. Good, Susan.

Then you went into the room

and you went to number two.

What did you see
and what did you hear?

You know all this.

I've done it a lot.

I'll remember.

I don't want to now.

I mean, I don't want
to do it again.

I can't forget.

I know, Susan,
but we have to be sure.

Remember, when you go
into the courtroom,

no one has ever heard
this story before.

You're going to have
to answer every question
that you're asked.

You're doing very well.

Tell me,
what did you see next?

[sighs]

Mr. Lawson was
pushing Daddy
to the couch.

[voice breaking] I saw
he had a knife in his hand,
'cause Daddy...

he was pushing
Daddy with it.

Daddy kept saying,
"No, no, no."

[sniffles] Mr. Lawson...

pushed the knife into Daddy

and then he landed
on the couch.

[sniffles]
And I kept screaming...

and screaming for Daddy.

Please, I did it.

I remembered it all.

Susan, we need to be sure
and you have to
be a big girl now.

We have to finish this.

I want to go.
I promise
I won't forget.

-I want my mother!
-Susan.

Listen to me.

[sighs] You have to be
a big girl now.

This is very important.

If we wanna keep
Mr. Lawson in jail,

you're going
to have to help me.

Please.
I don't want to stay.

Don't make me stay, please.

Okay, okay.

You did a... You did
a very good job today.

You can... You can go now.

[sighs]

I mean, it's nothing
but cheap wine,

rubber cheese,

and this chat about money.

Oh, that sounds like
a great night to me.

Fresh coat of paint
for your office wall.

Windows that open.

Heat in the winter, come on.

I mean, is raising a glass
with a public, spirited guy
like Frank Devito

really too much to ask?

Trust me,
if he raises the money,

he's gonna want his name
above the front door.

And if you don't get out
from behind your desk,

you're going to evolve
into a new species.

And 2,000 years from now,
they're gonna dig you up

and think that you were
some kind of a nocturnal
cave-like creature

with an overactive brain
and a completely inactive--

Okay, okay,
okay, okay, okay.

Susan, can you tell us
your full name?

Um, Susan Andrea Dabich.

[Julie] And can you tell us
where we are?

In a court.

[Julie] And what
do we have courts for?

So they can figure out
who's telling the truth.

Okay, Susan,
what if I told you

that Judge Bennett
is in the second grade?

That's a lie.

[Julie] And why is
that a lie?

Because old people
aren't in second grade.

[soft chuckle]

Your Honor, I request
that this child be qualified

-for the purposes of this trial.
-Defense?

No objection.

[Judge] So ordered. Continue.

Susan, let's look at our picture
of your living room, okay?

Let's look to number one.

Is that about where you were
when you came downstairs

the night that Mr. Lawson
came over to visit?

-Yes.
-Thank you, Susan.

Look at the picture.

Can you tell us
what you saw

when you stood there
at number one?

[whimpering]
Number one is... [shudders]

[crying softly]

Number one...

-[sniffles]
-Susan, look at the picture.

He got out!

[Julie] Susan,
look at the picture.

-Just tell us what you saw.
-[sobbing]

You have to tell us
what you saw, Susan.

Susan, you can do it.

No. Please, no.

[Julie] Susan,
tell us the story.

Come on, you can do it.

-Tell us the story, Susan.
-[whimpering]

Come on, you can do it.

[sobbing]

[Susan] My daddy...

[crying] Mommy please.

[softly] Susan.

[continues sobbing]

Ms. Janovich.

Your Honor, I...

I would like
to withdraw this witness.

Ms. Janovich, you know
under the circumstances,

you can have a recess.

[sobbing continues]

Uh, no, Your Honor, I decline.

Permission to approach.

Your Honor,
I move for a mistrial

on the basis that I am unable
to cross-examine this witness.

Motion denied.
This witness, in fact,

gave no testimony at all
as to issues.

The witness is excused.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Susan Dabich's presence
and behavior in this courtroom

will be stricken
from the record.

You're admonished not to draw
any conclusions from it at all.

[solemn music playing]

[Susan sobbing]

Ms. Janovich.

Prosecution rests.

[Christopher]
People versus Lieberman.

I don't know the year.

Oh, Okay.
Sergeant, Sergeant.

Barbara Gottlieb,
PD on the Lieberman case.

Lunches at The Eatery every day,
12:00 to 1:00.

It's now 12:25, you owe me
a trip to the Caribbean.

[laughs] Yeah.

[laughing]

[man] You're cheating, Perry.
You're cheating.

Barbara Gottlieb, right?

Yeah?

I'm Christopher Searls.
I'm an ADA.

Yeah, I've heard of you.

-You have?
-Mm-hmm.

-Really?
-Really.

Great. I've heard of you, too.

Meaning that you do
really great work,

you play fair,

you're a team player.

Where'd you hear that from?

[Christopher clicks tongue]
Terrible with names.

I was hoping I could go over
your file on the Lieberman case.

What happened to your file?

Mystery.

Boss handed it down to me.

Doing my best to cover
someone else's mistakes.

-I'm sure you've been--
-It's lost, isn't it?

Look... they set a trial date.

You and I can go over the case,

come up with a plea,
save us both some time.

Maybe you heard about me
from Natalie.

-Natalie?
-Natalie Jacobs.

[laughs]

-She's the one
that told me about you.
-Mm.

Actually, she went into some
detail after you dumped her.

Something about vinyl chaps
and whipped cream.

Ring a bell?

By the way,
about that file,

check the 6th Street
warehouse basement.

Take boots.

They're still working on
the sewer line.

I'll tell Natalie
you said hello.

Mm.

[Sugar] Okay,
that's five pucks.

One pink, one wiggling,
and one petrified.

Okay. Now, Chucky,
wait, I need one, two, three...

I need seven sets, man.

Hey, Sugar.

Hey, Christopher,
you came to see me, man.
That's great.

-[bell dings]
-[waitress 1] Come on, Sugar.

[Sugar] Okay, yeah.
Coming right up.

Okay. Hey, man,
you see how good I'm doing?

-[waitress 1] Sugar, come on.
-[Sugar] I'm sorry.

There you go.

I told you
I could do this job, man.

Hey, Sweet'N Low.
I said rare, not well done.

[Sugar] Hey, look, honey.

Hit it with some barbecue sauce.
They'll love it.

[sighs]

You know, you gotta
teach these gals everything.

They're not pros, you know.

Mostly students.

Man, I am telling you,
they are lovin' me here.

You're doing great.
You're lookin' good.
Keep it up.

You know, man,
it's great to be back.

Hey, wait. Hold on, man.
Why don't you let me make you
one of my deluxe specials?

No. I gotta go.
Another time.

-Okay?
-You either give me
this thing rare,

or this guy's gonna come
back here and make you eat it.

[indistinct chatter]

Detective Perry!

-Where's Simpko?
-Who?

-The witness for the grand jury.
-Oh, I got nothin'.

Zero, the big zilch,
the guy vanished.

-What do you mean?
-What do I mean?

I've been out looking
for him all day. DMV, Welfare.

I've been through prints,
technical resources.

Guy's got nothin'.
Not a thing.

No wife, no job, no relatives.
Guy's got nothing.

-[elevator dings]
-Wait a minute.

Listen, ADA Harris.
Maybe the guy died.

Or maybe he moved
to another country.

Maybe he became governor
of New Jersey.

Wherever he is,
whatever he did,
I couldn't find him.

Now, I'm due momentarily
to testify in a sodomy case.

I'll be in touch with you.

Hey, Jo Ann. Would it
interest you to know

that I just saw Perry
at The Eatery

playing cards with a bunch
of his friends?

Wait...

[sighs]

Just got a call
from Judge Bennett.

He's a little concerned
about you.

He says you've shaken
his faith in your judgment.

My witness folded.

He told me that
he offered you time
to regain her composure.

-Why didn't you take it?
-Because I couldn't
put her through that.

She was crying, Gene.
She was terrified.

Exactly how much time
did you spend preparing her?

I met with her twice

for an hour,
hour and a half each time.

I took her through every
aspect of her testimony.

-Two and a half,
three hours?
-Yes.

For an eight-year-old
who witnessed the death
of her father?

That is unfair.

I saw no value
in pounding on her.

I took her through
the numbers, Gene.

Her prep was exact.

Left me with no reason
to doubt her ability to deliver.

When that child fell apart,
so did your case.

You don't have a witness,
you don't have any proof.

All that's left of your case
is pieces of a story.
What were you thinking?

I made a judgment.
I will deal with it.

I haven't lost this case.
The defendant takes
the stand tomorrow.

I will prove
motive on cross.

You better.

This case was solid.

[Perry] This one.

This one.

You were here
this morning, Detective.
You lied to me.

You're messing up
our cards, puppy.

Do you have some major problem
with doing your damn job?

My problem is that
you think I work for you.

Look, all I want from you
is my witness, Perry.

So why don't I call
the people you do work for
and I'll explain it to them?

I'll call your lieutenant,
your captain, the chief,
the commissioner.

-I'll keep calling
until I get what I want.
-You need some change?

I guess that I just haven't
been listening to you.

This low-rent robbery
and assault

is just too small-time
for an old pro like you.

This case is going
before the grand jury.

I'm gonna find
Simpko myself.

-[men chuckle]
-[Perry] Hey.

Meet me in front of
the courthouse at 10:00 a.m.
tomorrow morning.

-[indistinct chatter]
-[piano music playing]

-[Gene] Peter.
-[Peter chuckles] Gene.

Excuse me, but this is
very suspicious.

A public defender
at a power party?

If you can keep
a vow of silence, Gene,

I'm here as a protector
and a guardian

of a dark family secret.

My sister, here,
she has an incurable history

of letting loose
when she gets around
the rich and the fabulous.

-My goodness, is nothing sacred?
-It gets really ugly.

[Linda] I'm gonna
get a refill. Anybody?

[Peter] I'll have something.

-What do you want?
-You surprise me.

[laughs] I'll be back.

[chatter continues]

Club soda, please.

[bartender] Club soda?
Here you go.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

[sighs]

-Oh, excuse me.
I'm sorry. You okay?
-Sorry.

Yeah.

Can I offer you a step?

[laughs] No, I'm fine.

Well, it is all yours.
You were here first.

Actually, I've kind of
had my eye
on this corner all night.

Oh. In that case.

Uh, but I know how to share.

Okay.

So have you met
our distinguished host yet?

Yes, we've been introduced.

He's probably charming
some little old lady
out of her life savings.

Probably.

Well, I should probably
get back for round two.

Wanna sneak out
the back door?

Unfortunately,
there isn't one.

Too bad.

There is our man,
typically taking a back seat.

Gene. Good to see you. Jesse.

-Beautiful as always.
-Ah, thank you.

Linda Bauer,
I'm impressed.

-Stealing away our host.
-What?

-Oh, boy, am I embarrassed.
-Don't be.

Pleasure to meet you,
Ms. Bauer.

Frank Devito,
charmer of little old ladies.

Don't leave without us
spending a few minutes together?

It was nice to meet you,
hope we can do it again. Jesse.

[groans]

Mr. Lawson,
your business partner

of seven years is dead.

Can you please tell the jury

how it feels to have killed
another human being,

albeit in self-defense?

I don't feel good
about nobody's death.

I feel good that
I'm the one that's alive.

But I ain't hidin' the fact
that Dabich and I, well...

the last year or so,
I couldn't stand to be
in the same room with him.

And I guess I'm...

hurt that after all these
years, he accused me
of rippin' him off.

Objection, Your Honor.
Defense has provided no evidence

even alluding to this
inferred charge of theft.

I request that
the defendant's last statement
be removed from the record.

-No argument, Your Honor.
-So ordered.

Mr. Lawson, Your Honor,
I have no further questions.

[Judge] Ms. Janovich.

Mr. Lawson. You, um...

You served the Marine Corps
in a reconnaissance unit,

is that correct?

[Lawson] 1967, '68.

And isn't it a fact that
in that recon unit,

you were trained
to kill with a knife?

Yeah. They trained me
how to use a knife,

M16, grenades.

There was a war on, lady.

[Julie] But you are an expert
with a knife, correct?

I was trained, yes.

[Julie] Is it your testimony

that you were engaged
in a struggle,

and as a result
of that struggle,

you killed Mr. Dabich
in self-defense?

Yes.

Don't you find it odd that
the investigation showed
no sign of a struggle?

In fact, your partner died

as a result of one thrust
of a knife?

I don't know what to tell ya,
but that's what happened.

[Julie] Mr. Lawson, you stated
earlier in your testimony

when asked why did
you wanna see Mr. Dabich,

you answered,
"To talk about money,
what else?

He owed me, he knew it."

He knew it.
He knew what, Mr. Lawson?

We both knew
there was over $60,000

sitting in our company's account
neither of us could touch

until we both agreed
on the terms.

After being in business
for seven years,

figuring out who owes what's
not that easy.

Guess not.
Your partner ended up dead.

-Objection.
-Sustained.

Mr. Lawson, were you personally
facing bankruptcy

at the time
of Mr. Dabich's death?

Yes, I was facing bankruptcy.

-Is it not a fact that
your car was repossessed?
-Yes.

-Isn't it true that
your alimony was in arrears?
-Always yes.

Is it not a fact that you were
facing foreclosure on your home

three days after your visit
with Mr. Dabich,

a visit that
resulted in his death?

-Objection.
-Overruled.

Lady, I've had money troubles
my whole life...

but I never killed anybody
because of it.

-[indistinct chatter]
-[music playing on speaker]

Excuse me.

Excuse me.
I'm Assistant District Attorney
Jo Ann Harris.

-I'm looking for William Simpko.
-[objects clatter]

I ain't seen him.

[men laughing]

Mr. Simpko, I'm Jo Ann Harris
from the District Attorney's
Office.

You are William Simpko?

[men laughing]

Mr. Simpko, you witnessed
a robbery assault

-that took place last--
-[thuds]

[clears throat]
... last Wednesday
on 44th Street.

You need to appear before
the grand jury tomorrow
and testify as to what you saw.

This is a very important case.
The victim was badly hurt,
and we need your testimony.

[cash register dings]

Look, I have a job to do.

Sweetheart, you're about
to have a problem.

You'll be subpoenaed.

Either come involuntarily
or we'll bring you in cuffs,

but either way,
you will testify.

Give me the ball.

You don't want me to have to
take it away from you, do you?

I think she wants me to take it.

[grunts and groans]

When'd you say
you need him?

Tomorrow, 2:00 p.m.,
grand jury room, sixth floor.

-[Simpko] Okay.
-Okay, what?

[grunts and yells]
Okay, I'll be there.

Fine.

Good. That's very good.

Detective.

Excuse me.

[indistinct chatter]

[keys jingle]

-Cold?
-A little bit.

-Here.
-[starts engine]

He's scared, you know.

-I guess.
-He should've.

You scared me, too,
with that mug.

I was almost
gonna throw up.

Excuse me.

You did good.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

-Thank you. You too.
-[chuckles]

-Yeah? Okay.
-Yeah.

[laughs]

Searls, where've you been?

I've been wading
in the bowels of hell.

Sorry I asked.

Farley called twice,
says it's urgent.

Detective Schneider called,
says he can't hold the witness
past 12:00 noon.

-You're due in court
in 40 minutes.
-Please shoot me. It's quicker.

Oh, yeah.
I just hung up with Arty
from over at The Eatery.

He says that there's
a guy down there freaking out,

and he's gotta
see you right away.

-Great. Okay.
-[telephone ringing]

-[man] Sugar,
what are you doing?
-[Sugar] Enough is enough.

[indistinct shouting]

-[yells] You! You did this!
-[Christopher] What happened?

You tell me!

One minute he's burning the food
and messin' up the orders,

and the next minute
he's scrubbin' the grill
and making like a lunatic.

I tell him he's gotta leave,
and then all of a sudden
he pulls out this chef's knife,

-and he starts wavin' it around.
-[woman] See that knife he has?

I'm quittin' if you don't get
this guy out of here.
I mean it. Get him out now!

Get out of here, okay?
Get out of here.

Hey, just get out of here,
all right?

Get out of here, will you?

[shouts] Get out of here!
Get out! Go!

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

Come on, Sugar.
Let's go, man.

It's over.

I got me a job
to do here, man.

Damn it, Arty,
when's the last time
anybody cleaned this grill?

You can't hire me to work on
something that's this messed up!

I know. I know, Sugar.
You're right.

Damn it, Christopher,
I can do this job. I can!

Oh, come on, Sugar.
You blew it, man.
It's over. You're a junkie!

[sharp sigh]

[tense music playing]

I was doin' a good job.

I know.

But it's over now, okay?

[objects clatter]

[softly] It's okay.

[breathing heavily]

I ain't no quitter, man.

I know.

Is it believable?

Or is this whole story about
money as a motive for murder

a figment of
someone's imagination?

I don't know.

But this whole thing
got wrapped up

into a nice pretty package.

But the pretty package
was put together

without glue,
chewing gum, or spit,

because the whole thing
falls apart the minute
you look at it.

The prosecutor's case
is like a...

[chuckles]
it's like a fairy tale.

Full of creation,
but not fact.

The DA has failed
in her promise to you.

She has failed to prove
the guilt of Robert Lawson

beyond a reasonable doubt.

There is no question.

Ladies and gentlemen,

you must find Robert Lawson
not guilty.

Thank you.

Ms. Janovich,
your final argument?

Well, Mr. North has properly
cited my responsibilities.

Mr. Lawson is
presumed innocent.

I have the burden
of proof, and...

I failed to provide you
with an eyewitness.

But you don't have to have heard
eyewitness testimony

to know that
a murder took place.

And the defendant's motive
for murder is clear.

Let's look at Mr. Lawson's
mental state that day.

He was desperate.

Evidence proves that
he needed the money

that was held frozen
in the company accounts.

You heard
the company lawyer testify

that Mr. Lawson called
on three occasions that day,

angry over the delays
in the settlement.

Who had the most
to lose over the dissolution
of that partnership?

The defendant.

The defendant was
facing personal bankruptcy.

He had already lost his car,
his business, his wife.

And three days after
Mr. Dabich's death,

he was going to lose his home
and his assets to the bank.

He needed that money.

The defendant testified
without hesitation

that as a Marine,
he was an expert with a knife.

And you heard
the medical examiner testify

that one wound, one,
took the life of Mr. Dabich.

A single thrust up towards
the breast pocket

and into the heart.

Something every Marine
prepared for combat is taught.

Self-defense.

[papers rustling]

The weapon.

This knife,
this hunting knife,

was pulled from
the chest of Mr. Dabich.

Who had the knife first?

Who owned it?
Where did it come from?

A hunting knife.

An odd object
to be immediately accessible

in a family's living room.

I, um...

I wish there were more
on these pages of mine. I, uh...

I wish they were filled with
what Susan Dabich had to say.

But you were not able to listen
to the testimony
of Susan Dabich,

because I didn't listen to her.
I didn't listen to her fear.

About Susan,
all you know is that

she no longer has a father.

Susan Dabich.

A frightened little
eight-year-old child

who the police found huddled

in the corner
of her family's living room,

clinging to the leg
of a table.

I didn't do
my best for Susan,

I didn't do my best
for her mother,

and I didn't do my best
for you, the jury.

But I have to ask each
and every one of you
to do your best.

If you just listen not only
to the pieces of this tragedy,

but to your heart,

to your gut, to your...

to your conscience,

you will find that Mr. Lawson

is guilty of murder
in the first degree.

Thank you.

[indistinct chatter]

Congratulations. You got
every last detail out of Simpko.

Well, you helped me
get the indictment,

so thank you. I mean it.

ADA Harris,
let me tell you something.

I've seen a lot of rookies
come and go in this job.

Let me tell you about
the ones that make it.

They don't take any garbage.
They dish it out.

-You are gonna do okay.
Congratulations.
-Thanks, Detective.

-Take care of yourself.
-Thank you.

[telephone ringing]

Do you have any messages?

[all clapping]

Julie, your first
murder conviction.
Congratulations.

Hey, good going, Julie.

You deserve it. Great!

Congratulations, Julie.

-Thank you, Briggs.
-[Mike] Good win.

Debbie says
Judge Bennett

wants to see you
in his chambers right away.

Right now.

[clears throat]

Detective, get your feet
off my desk

and your hands off my things.

And don't call me puppy.

-[knocks on door]
-[Judge] Come in.

You wanted
to see me, Your Honor.

It's Russ. Have a seat.

That was a beautiful summation.
Very revealing.

Is, uh... Is there any problem?

Oh, no. No, not at all.

Oh, I've, uh...

You know,
I've watched you work.

This was
a very compelling approach.

You took that jury.

Thank you.

I, uh... Well, actually,
you might know,

I'm heading up a committee
to review sentencing guidelines.

I'm putting together a group
of top ADAs, PDs.

Perhaps you'd consider serving.

-Your Honor, I...
-No, it's Russ.

I'm flattered.

Now, I know you probably have
a heavy case load,

and this might prove to be
a difficult commitment, so...

I'd like the opportunity
to discuss it with you.

Perhaps we could, uh,
have dinner some evening.

Dinner?

Um, say, Thursday,
eight o'clock.

Committee discussion alone?

The two of us.

And, uh, where might
this discussion alone
take place, Russ?

[chuckles] I know a little place

that's not on top
of the courthouse. Intimate.

Intimate.

I'd like that. Yes.

Hey, Julie, what'd he want?

Um, nothing.

Are you gonna come
to Torcello's later?

-I'll see you there.
-I'll see you then.

-Okay.
-Bye.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Happy?

Very. But, um...

but more than that, Gene,
I, uh, I feel...

-Relief?
-Yeah.

Yeah, well,
you should feel relief,
because this was not a win.

[chuckles] What do you mean
"not a win"?

I presented my case
and won the jury.

They came back with a guilty
verdict. I got a conviction.

-That is a win.
-Not in my book. You got lucky.

You lost when your witness
folded, and you didn't
have the guts to put her back.

-That child was traumatized.
-Your only eyewitness.

Any pain you might have caused
her is nothing compared to
the tragedy

-if her father's murderer
had walked.
-But he didn't.

-Gene, give me some credit.
-I will when you stop

letting your compassion
interfere with your judgment.

We all can get lucky, Julie.
You can blow your case
and still win

if the jury happens to like
the way you look

more than the way
the defendant looks.

That's not the kind of win
we want, and it's not
the kind of win

I will accept from you
ever again.

[sighs]

I know I'm being tough on you,

but it's because I think
you're worth it.

[sighs]

[softly] 2-4-5. Please. Please.

[sighs] Damn.

Damn, damn, damn, damn.

[Frank] Chanting at a phone
doesn't work. I've tried it.

[sighs]

I locked my keys in my car.

I can't get into my office,
I've got to call the auto club,

and there's not one phone
in this whole courthouse
that wor--

[chuckles] You're kidding.

Modern technology.

It's the wave
of the future.

Why don't you tell 'em
we'll be across the street

at that little Italian place,
Portofino's?

Oh. I'm on hold.

No, I think
I should probably just

go downstairs
and wait in the parking lot.

Rush hour?

Thirty-two degrees out?
Alone in the parking lot?

Bad idea.
On the other hand,

a little pasta,
a little wine,

good conversation,
great company.

Sounds like a plan. [chuckles]

[Christopher] Sugar?
What are you doin' here?

I brought
the cook's uniform back.

You give it to Arty, okay?

Yeah, okay.

[sighs]

Where you been?

Oh...

Freddie lets me stay over
at the laundromat sometimes.

Dryer's pretty warm.

I'm sorry
about your job, man.

I had it, you know.

I mean, I was really
going there for a while, but...

it just got away from me.

Man, all those people
yellin' and orders,

and they want it this way,
not that way,

and the smoke and the heat,

and they all want it
at once,

and after a while, man,
you can't hear yourself think.

I'm sorry, man.

I swear I wouldn't have
let you down,

but I was dyin'
in there, man.

I was dyin' in there.

Forget it.

It's history, okay?

Wanna get a cup of coffee?

No, man, I can't.

I gotta go
get me another job.

Come on. I know this
great 24-hour joint.

Five minutes from here,
they got great pie.

You'd be doin' me a favor.

How are their burgers?

Not as good as yours,
I bet, but...

[Sugar] I gotta admit,
my deluxe is the best around.

You never did get
a chance to taste it.

Maybe I could make one
for you someday.

[Christopher] Yeah?
I'd like that.

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