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[Indistinct conversations]

[man] Case number 673-22.

People versus Maria Romani.

Queen Maria.

[Indistinct conversations]

Ms. Romani is charged
with grand larceny,

having caused $620
belonging to one James Morris

to transform
into a wad of toilet tissue

while blessing it
in a knotted handkerchief.

[man] Filthy lies.

Um, in light
of Ms. Romani's particular--

Queen, you dummy.
I am a queen.

In light of Ms. Romani's
long history

of multiple aliases
and addresses,

the People request that
the bail be set at $500.

You have no right to do this.
I am King Anton Romani.

I demand you show
my queen respect.

We claim
diplomatic immunity.

-[Judge Varella] That's enough.
-Sit down.

Sit down, be quiet,
or I'll have you thrown out!

Release my queen!

Your Highness, please.

Uh, Your Highness,
could you please

remove yourself to the hall
and tell a couple of fortunes

so we can move along?
Thank you.

Mr. Brigman,
don't make fun of him.

He has a terrible temper.

He's got a rap sheet
longer than his wife's.

He convinced the poor sap
that his luck would change

when his cash
was being blessed,

and if the cops had
got there any sooner,

we'd be arraigning him, too.

You smart guy.
You little shrimp!

I curse you! Your days
and nights are endless hell,

-unless...
-Get him out of here!

[Speaking in foreign language]

[guard] Come on, stay out!

[Briggs scoffs]

That's very quaint.

I hope you get
your money up front.

Oh!

[weakly] Oh...

You klutz.

I tried to warn you,
Mr. Brigman.

[opening theme music 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♪♪

Then there is Bonnie,
the juror I mentioned

who works for the Department
of Sanitation.

She's on the union
negotiating committee.

They're gonna
strike this year.

That reminds me. I forgot
to take out the trash.

It's funny.
Except for Jane,
the welfare mother,

all the other
women jurors work.

They have very strong
opinions about things.

Like yesterday, Christopher
was asking Mrs. Kinnare,

-the defendant's mother--
-Ah! Ah!

If you talk about the case,
I have to arrest you.

[chuckles] Handcuffs,
a little pat down.

-It's been a long time.
-Jesse.

You know,
coming here every day

and being a part
of something important...

I don't know.

I'm sorry it's ending.

-See you tonight?
-Yeah.

Don't forget
to pick up the kids

on your way home.

Oh, and, Gene?
Would you call
the orthodontist, Dr. Fujima,

and cancel
Katie's appointment?

I'll make another one
next week.

It's kind of tough
being mom, huh?

If you're gonna let
Briggs drink

cover everything you love
with plastic.

I had to throw away
my favorite rug

after my first
anniversary bash.

I had the flu.

So when do the wonderful
festivities begin?

Well, the pizza arrives
around 7:00.

Do you think
six large extra cheese

and eight six-packs
is enough?

Mmm, too much pizza
and not enough beer.

[Christopher]
Better order that plastic.

-Good morning, Gene.
-Hey, George.

You're early.
You know, it's amazing

how fast you guys can move
when you want a favor.

I prefer the term
cooperation.

-Two-way street.
-Excuse me, Gene,

Governor's secretary
wanted me to give you this.

George, this is Julie Janovich,
one of my bureau ADAs.

George Mattford,
assistant U.S. attorney.

-Ms. Janovich.
-Hello.

Why don't you wait
for me in my office?

-I'll just be a few minutes.
-Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you too.

Um, Gene, if, um,

if that's about
the Congressman Quinn case,

I would really like
to work on it.

Most of the bureau would.

We'll see.

[man] Gene, excuse me.
Can you look at this?

Did you see this?
The Justice Department's

about to indict
Congressman Quinn.

Yes, from their lips
to God's ears.

Uh, Rosen was
busting his butt

trying to indict
the good congressman
on this kickback thing.

That's when the grand jury
refused to fight.

If the feds came asking
for help on their case,

you wouldn't be
the first to volunteer?

-I don't believe I said that.
-They'd come to us?

No, Rosen did all
the important paperwork
when we went after Quinn.

Why do it again? You watch.
They're gonna ask for ours.

And Rosen's no longer
at the bureau,

-so maybe one of us
will get lucky.
-[pounding]

Good morning. We meet again.

First up, there's an urgent
dispatch from upstairs

regarding phone abuse.

So to the genius
who discovered

how to avoid
the 900 number block

and charged $413
worth of phone calls

to Kelly and Dee,
the Sin Twins,

beware, because if you're
caught, you're fired.

Dibs on Briggs' office.

Ms. Harris,
according to my calendar,

you have just survived

the dreaded probationary
first year.

Congratulations.

-How's your case going?
-Uh, well,

I found two elderly victims
who live in SRO's downtown.

They both photo-ID'd
Toulouse Talbert
as the man who mugged them.

When do you go
before the grand jury?

They're both too weak
and frightened
to make an appearance,

so I've got court permission
to videotape their testimony.

-Good thinking.
Keep me posted.
-Yes, sir.

Searls, the Kinnare murder.
Bauer giving you a rough time?

Oh, impossible, boss.
Here's the deal.

I get a crack at
the defendant this morning,

then it's summations
off to the jury this afternoon.

Of course, I wouldn't want
to contradict any opinion
that your wife may have.

Searls?

You surprise me.

Jesse was summoned
for jury duty
like anybody else,

and neither you nor Bauer
saw any benefit

-in challenging her.
-No.

You're not suggesting
that I might be

discussing this case
with her, are you?

No. My sincere apologies.

She did mention, however,

that your socks
did not match yesterday.

[laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

One in the hand is always
a safe move, Searls.

Manslaughter won.
It's fair play.

If I didn't want it
before we went to trial,

-why would I want it now?
-Oh!

-Oh! I'm sorry.
-[laughs]

I'm sorry. I-It's okay.

I don't believe
anything's broken.

Really.
My-- My arm's fine.

This may be fate.
I've been searching

for the Business License
Bureau for hours.

Came to the wrong floor.

-Maybe not.
-Why don't I take
you down there?

Searls, court. Court.

Uh, unfortunately,
I have a trial.

It's on two.

-Two?
-Two.

Across from the elevators.

Thanks.

You're very welcome.

Another minute, one of you
was gonna be pregnant.

Are you listening to me?

Are you listening to me?

-Briggs.
-[Briggs] What?

Briggs, Rogan
is looking for you.

Uh, that makes sense.

You know, I'm feeling
a little psychic lately.

This gypsy thing
must be revving up.

I see Rogan
handing me a juicy plum.

A few hours of paperwork

and a nice letter
in my personnel file

citing my important
contribution

to the conviction
of Congressman Quinn.

Briggs, you are on
a controlled substance.

That case is mine.
I deserve it.
I'm going to get it.

I'm deeply stirred
when you get passionate.

Maybe I could talk Gene
into letting us both do this.

-[Gene] Briggs.
-Dream on.

Weaver is gonna
take arraignments,

and I'd like you
to handle this.

Oh, is this the, uh,
Congressman Quinn case?

Quinn? No. It's the Maria
Romani grand larceny

that you arraigned
this morning.

-The coroner called in
sick with the measles.
-Measles?

I hear you have
a way with gypsies.

No, boss. No, please.
Not this one.

No. Anything but this.
Please.

Briggs, this is a plum.

Some plum. [laughing]

So you argued
with your father

about working
in his store,

and he struck you
in the face.

What did you do then?

[Robert] I left the house.

I got some beer and, uh...

drove around
while I drank it.

I got madder, so I bought
two gallons of gasoline,

and I went
to my father's store.

-And how did you get in?
-I had a key,

but I forgot
about the alarm.

It went off.

It scared me, but, uh,

then I went back in
and shut it off.

[Peter] Now,
think carefully, Robert.

Did anyone come
in response to that alarm?

Did you hear anything?

Any footsteps,
doors opening, closing,

anything at all
to suggest that

someone was in the store?

Nothing. I didn't
hear a thing.

I didn't know
anyone was there.

[Peter] What did you do next?

I went, uh, to the front
of the store

to my father's office.

And I poured the gasoline
on his desk.

I lit the fire...

-and left.
-And did you see anyone,

inside or outside the store,
as you left?

No one.

[Peter] No one?

When did you find out
that Luis Cardoza,
the security guard,

died in the fire?

The next morning,
when the police found me

asleep in my car
and arrested me.

Now, Robert,
did you know Luis Cardoza?

When I used to help out
around the store, uh,

my dad would yell at me.

Luis would always
sort of try to
be a peacemaker.

[Peter] Did you like
Mr. Cardoza?

He was a good guy.

He treated me
better than my father.

[Peter] Thank you, Robert.
No more questions.

[indistinct muttering]

Let me clarify
a point, Robert.

Was it the real reason
you argued with your father

because you'd just gotten
your second ticket

for driving
under the influence?

He punched me because

I refused to work
in his store.

Uh, some nerve.
Only seven months

since you'd been
expelled from school,

and he expected you
to have a job?

-Objection.
-Sustained.

[Christopher] Where did you
think that Mr. Cardoza was?

[sighs]

Plenty of times
he never showed up.

He had an old car,
and it wasn't there
that night.

Because it wasn't running,
so he came by bus.

-I didn't know that!
-Didn't know
or didn't care?

-Objection, Your Honor.
-Which was it?

Your Honor.
He's being argumentative.

Mr. Searls, your remarks
will be stricken.

I set that fire because
my father beat me up.

I never meant to kill Luis.

I'm sorry about that.

Mr. Cardoza
was burned to death
while he slept

because he worked two jobs

to feed his family,
and you say "I'm sorry"?

Your Honor,
this is not summation.

This afternoon,
when this jury

begins deliberations
on your actions,

I know they'll agree
that sorry is no excuse
for murder.

-These remarks
are inflammatory.
-I agree.

Mr. Searls, I will not
admonish you again.

Thank you, Your Honor.

[indistinct conversations]

Mr. Brigman!

-Uh...
-Mr. Brigman.

Oh, please. Please.

Does he understand
what a grand jury is about?

-He understands.
-Okay. Does he
understand that

I'm going inside
and he isn't.

That when we go inside,
we're gonna listen
to the fairy tale

that his wife has to tell,
and then we'll probably
indict her,

and then we'll have to
go back to court
to set a trial date?

He understands.
But please, Mr. Brigman,

if he does say something,
ignore him.

Sometimes,
he's a little strange.

Well, birds of a feather.

Raise your right hand,
please.

Excuse me. Please raise
your right hand
so you may be sworn.

Queens don't swear.

[smacks lips] I knew it.

You!

I am a queen,
and you call me a thief!

You pig!
You snake! You worm!

Aren't you forgetting
the old McDonald part?

-Oh, you...
-[guard] Come on.

Anton! Save me!

Maria!

I knew you would
trick us, you swine!

For this,
I double the curse!

Double, triple, quadruple.

Whatever tickles
your royal butt.

She's going to jail.

[mumbles]

[Anton laughing]

Can't we discuss
a plea, Mr. Brigman?

[indistinct conversations]

The art of the airbrush.

No woman has
a body like that.

Hmm. Why'd they leave
that ugly scar?

That's a staple.

-Anyway, thanks to you--
-Christopher.

[clears throat]
Christopher Searls.

Christopher. Good name.

I'm Lynn Purcel.

Uh, and-- and thanks to you,

I found the Business
License Bureau.

Uncle Sibby's restaurant
is legal again,

and my hostess job
is secure.

That is an immediate
cause for celebration.

How about lunch?

Brunch? High tea? Um...

Anything?

Is this a cheap
courthouse pickup?

Busted.

Good.

I'm big on new experiences.

Um... Oh!

Here's the part.

A person is guilty of murder
in the second degree

if he engages in conduct

which creates a grave risk
of death to another

and thereby,
causes that death.

Now, tell me
that's not what happened.

But what about the defense
attorney's summation?

That boy never meant
to cause anyone's death.

It was an accident.

[woman] The law
is clear, Jesse.

Robert Kinnare
poured the gasoline,

and that poor man, Cardoza,
is dead.

That's too simple.

We all heard the stories
about this family.

Robert's older brother
was beaten so often

that he ran away
and refused to come back.

Robert is a boy.

He was at war
with his father,
and he went too far.

Did he burn the store?
Yes.

Is he a murderer? No.

We can't lock him away
for most of his adult life
because of a mistake.

It was an accident.

Hey, what have you
been listening to

for the past
three days, huh?

An accident is when
you drop a banana peel,

somebody takes a header.

What about his school record?

What about the drunk driving?

Now, he's killed someone.

But you can't
call that murder.

Robert considered
Luis Cardoza his friend.

He testified that
the man treated him better
than his own father.

He never would have set
that fire if he knew
Mr. Cardoza was in the store.

I believe Mrs. Rogan.

Robert did not think.
He wanted to hurt his father.

Yes. But what happens
the next time

Robert gets mad
and does something dumb?

What if it's where I work?

How do I protect myself?

Is punishing Robert
for something his father
caused him to do

going to make you safer?

I'd like a vote.

[man] Why not?

Maybe we get lucky.

[sighs] We're home
in time for
Roseanne.

This boy has problems.

His whole family does.

Can we convict him of murder
because of that?

Ten guilty.

Two not guilty.

There's your answer,
Mrs. Rogan.

After he knocked me down,
he... he took my watch.

[Jo Ann]
That's good.
That's good Mr Wooly.

You have to remember
to keep looking at the camera
when you're telling me.

-Robert's mugging victim?
-Yeah, it's one of them.

It's Abe Wooly. He's 84.

-He's quite a guy.
-Let's take a look.

Uh, here.

He wanted my money.

Yeah.

Then he said...

[Jo Ann]
Was that cash or check?

[Abe]
That's right.

He wanted my pension check.

I didn't have it,
so he hit me.

Then he was gone.

That's all.

You're so sweet
and kind, Ms. Harris.

[Gene] What about Talbot's
alibi witness?

[Jo Ann] Oh, I had Dankowski
run a check on him.

Poor guy got
his dates confused

because he was upstate
serving 30 days
for shoplifting

-till two days
after the mugging.
-Smart move, Jo Ann.

-Thank you, sir.
-You've done good
work all year.

I'm proud of you.
U.S. Attorney, George Mattford,

is handling the Congressman
Quinn case.

Give him a call.
He's asked for some help.

Me?

Yeah. It's boring paperwork,
but it builds character.

Keep me posted.
And good luck
with the grand jury.

Thanks.

[indistinct chatter]

[Lynn] So did your client
get off?

I don't know.
The jury's still out.

I hope he doesn't.

I'm a prosecutor.

[laughs]

Where are you from?

Sedona, Arizona.

You?

Like cactus, jackrabbits...

And rattlesnakes.

But after five years here,

the subway still frightens me.

-Hmm.
-Those dark tunnels,

the smell,
that terrible noise.

I think that
subways are romantic.

Hmm.

I guess they could be

if you're with
the right person.

I mean, like racing
through the darkness

with the lights flashing
from the stations

and the strangers
coming and going,

holding hands with someone
that you just met

and beginning to really
care about.

A royal blood ace
taking your purse
with a straight razor

or leaving you
with a crimson smile.

Well, what's romance
without a little danger?

I think you read too much
Mickey Spillane.

[Christopher] Hmm.

I think I'd like
to see you again.

I'd like that.

You would?

Uh, a friend of mine at work
is having a party tonight.

Come with me?

Sorry, work.

-Hmm.
-And I'm free Saturday.

Terrific.

You name it.

Uh, a movie, dinner, club,

ride on the subway.

[laughs]

-[Gene] Hi, honey.
-[Brian] Hi, Mom.

-My mother sends her love.
-Mom, could I go to the mall

with Nicky and her mom
after dinner?

We'll see. Brian?

This letter
is from Mrs. Levine.

Now, why didn't you hand in
your social studies report?

I didn't finish it.

After all I've told you
about working harder

to bring up your grades,
you do this?

Jesse, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Mrs. Levine is giving you
until Monday, Brian.

It's not fair.
I didn't even wanna do it

-on El Salvador.
-It's okay, Brian.

I'll take you to the library
this weekend.

We'll get you organized.
You'll be okay.

Run upstairs
and get washed up for dinner.

Well, that was simple.

[sighs] School.

I mean,
it's so competitive.

Tough deliberation?

Not for everyone.

Uh-huh.

[sighs] I don't know
what to do, Gene.

This is so complex.

How in the world
are you supposed to

boil this down to
a black-and-white decision?

The law's based
on fact, Jesse.

Did Searls prove
his case or not?

What about why
people do things?

What happens as a result
of what the jury decides?

That boy could go
to prison for life.

You cannot base your verdict
on emotion, Jesse.

The simple question is,
under the law,
is he guilty or isn't he?

What's simple about
sending this boy to hell?

Mom, could you come up here
for a second, please?

♪I got me an uptight
little woman...♪

-[laughter, indistinct chatter]
-Hi.

♪I got me an uptight
little woman...♪

[indistinct chattering]

[laughs]

Excuse me,
I interrupt this party

to bring you
a special message.

This is called
"Ode to an ADA".

-[laughs]
-[Briggs clears throat]

Your hours are short,
your pay is shy.

Your defendants are mean,
your witnesses die.

But if there's one thing
that makes this job
fit for you.

It's knowing, Jo Ann,
you're incompetent, too.

-That's really mean.
-Thanks.

-It's mean. Briggs.
-Just saying.

Compared to you,
a brick is witty.

Huh?

[laughs]

-[Jo Ann laughs]
-[man] Keep it up.

All right, let me guess.

Pulled some strings
at the Business
License Bureau.

-Found out her name.
-Lynn. Lynn Purcel.

We had coffee.
She's so incredible.

She's sweet,
she's smart,
she's sexy.

Mmm.
My favorite qualities.

Hey, how about a little bit
of heaven on earth?

Oh, later.

Why? Why? What later?

Later? What is it?
I mean, gypsy fever
or something?

I'm surrounded by people
that believe in assault
by tea leaves.

Briggs, my feet.
I'm sorry.

I've just been
running around all day.

I'm just really tired.

But thank you for asking.
[laughs]

Oh, those poor old people.

They live all alone
in these filthy, awful rooms,

and they hobble out
for some fresh air,

and then there's
some creep like Talbert

waiting to beat them,
you know,

and rob them
of nickels and dimes.

Those are the ones
they prosecute for free.

You know, I wanna
put this guy away so bad.

Well, don't fight it,
Jo Ann.

That's the bright stuff
that DAs are made out of.

Another one of your
very special qualities.

Peter, thank you.

-Thanks.
-It's from Rogan.

Oh, Rogan, really?

I can't believe this.

I think it's time
for a few words

from Jo Ann's roommate
and colleague.

Not only is she bright-eyed
and bushy-tailed at all times,

not only is she
the all-around sweetest,

most saint-like ADA
in the bureau,

she's, um, every boss'
hands-down personal favorite.

And I can only hope that

if I room with her
long enough,

some of her extraordinary
goodness will rub off.

I'll be right back.
I'm just-- I'm gonna
get some ice, all right?

Is something wrong?

Yes.

Damn it.

Jo Ann, I have been busting
my ass for two years now,

and the first time I ask Rogan
for something, you get it.

You don't deserve
the Congressman Quinn case.

I do. You're gonna be in
way over your head.

I didn't even know
that I was in the running.

He knows how good you are.
Maybe he just
misunderstood you.

Please spare me.

You are just
too good to be true.

-[Christopher] Ice!
-[laughter]

-Quick, get some ice
for Briggs.
-Ice. Ice.

Ice, ice, ice.
Where's some ice?

Ice. Do you have it?

This is Guinness Book
material.

Briggs drops
a champagne bottle cork.

Boom.
Right in the eye. Ice.

I got ice. Here.
Put this on. Put this on.

Oh! Oh!

Put this on.

There you go.
[chuckles]

Frosty.

-Kill the pain.
-[Briggs groans]

[Peter] There, there, there.

[Indistinct chatter]

[man] Approach, gentlemen.

Unacceptable behavior,
Mr. Cardwell.

Yesterday, your client
refused to be sworn
before the grand jury.

This morning, she claimed
she was poisoned.

[Curtis] The matter of bail
is an emotional one for her.

If she could be
released OR--

She and the king would be
out of the state
in two seconds.

I don't believe that.

I-I-I want this matter
resolved, Mr. Cardwell,

or your Mrs. Romani will be
placed back into the lockup.

So you talk bail,
you talk plea, you talk...

And you can patch things up
with the husband.

He's the key.

-Okay.
-I appreciate it.

Your Highness, come...

-[Curtis whispering]
-Um, the judge has
instructed us to talk,

so... [clears throat]

In the, uh, spirit
of reconciliation,

I will consider a request
for a reduced charge.

That's fair.

-Very fair.
-First the bail.
We talk about that.

No. We're gonna talk
about the charge.

[whispering]

Okay, okay.
Okay, the charge.

Disorderly conduct.

The bail we pay is $5,

but first, you apologize
to the queen

for the insults
you have made.

$5.

That's-- That's it, okay?

That's it!

I've had it!
I'm not gonna apologize, okay?

I'm not gonna apologize!

She can rot in jail!

-[gavel pounding]
-I can't take it.

[Glass shatters]

[siren wailing]

[indistinct conversations]

[Julie] Angel sisters?

You know, my, uh--
My granddad used to cut

a 10-foot chain of those

out of a single page
of newspaper.

They're from Abe Wooly.
My mugging victim.

Oh, congratulations
on your indictment.

Thanks.

Jo Ann,
do you have a minute?

Sure, of course.
Come on in.

Let me just get those
off the chair.

[sighs, clears throat]

Jo Ann, um, about what
I said last night...

Listen, you know,
I understand--

No. No.
Please let me finish this.

Um...

I was angry.

And hurt.

I-- You're only here a year,

and, uh, you've
already done so well.

You've worked hard,
and you've learned so much.

And... You're good.

And I, uh... I guess
I was just jealous.

No. Uh...
I am jealous.

Julie, I don't know
how to say this

without sounding silly,
but... look at you.

You're sophisticated.

No matter what,
you always seem
so together.

Maybe on the outside,
but--

I tell my mom
how you can just

-handle things at work.
-Jo Ann.

You deserve
the Congressman Quinn case.

I'm sorry for how I acted
and for what I said.

Julie, what's most important
is us being friends.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

I've received a note
from your foreman.

Problems among jurors
arise often.

A restatement of my original
instructions may help--

Your Honor, there must be
an alternative
to the charge of murder.

Juror number three,
say nothing more to me.

In order to avoid a mistrial,
we're bound by strict rules.

Rules that ban discussion.

Now, let me clarify.

The sole charge
in this case

is murder
in the second degree.

Your only choice of a verdict
is guilty or not guilty.

Sentencing
is not your concern.

It's the court's.

The results of your verdict
must not affect your decision.

Be very clear on that point.

You've heard a case
well and strongly presented.

Now, please deliberate,
present your views,

listen to what your
fellow jurors have to say,

and then make your decision
based on the law.

Thank you,
ladies and gentlemen.

Oh!

Ow! Ow!

[laughing]

-[sighs]
-Please say you're tired.

I'm too whipped
to miss another shot.

Tired? I'm gonna need
paramedic help to stand up.

[laughs]

[grunts]

-How was your party,
Christopher?
-It was terrific.

[laughing]

I work with a great
bunch of people.

You know that?

You're gonna love them.

I'm sure they feel

the same way about you.
[grunts]

I bet your Uncle Sibby
does great repeat business

'cause of that sweet
smile of yours.

[scoffs] It's the part
of my job I've always hated.

Smiling at people
I don't like.

Being a phony.

[scoffs] Just quit.

Do something else.
Your uncle...

he'll understand.

It's not that simple
for everyone.

You love your job.

You probably
do it very well.

Hey, you're right.

That's what my
conviction rate says.

But you know what?

I always wanted
to be an architect.

I went to college.
I tried, but it just
wouldn't happen.

I couldn't hack the math.

-That's sad.
-No, it worked out.

I've always been persuasive.

Very good talker.
So I picked myself up,
transferred to law.

Here I am.

I'm glad about that.

Hmm.

You know, maybe,
since I failed once,

deep down,
I have the feeling that,

no matter how good I am,

I'm always an inch
away from disaster.

Of failing again.

I'm sorry, I--
Talk about boring.

Don't, Christopher.
I wasn't bored.

You always know
how to say the right thing.

I'm about to test that.

Can I ask you a favor?

Anything.

My Uncle Sibby is a terrible
judge of character.

He got lured into a deal
with a customer.

A very shady type.

Now the police
are involved, too.

If the case winds up
in your office,

and my Uncle's name
is part of it,

could you let me know?

His real name is Sam.

-Sam Purcel.
-[scoffs]

-You're not serious.
-It's no big thing,
Christopher.

It's a very big thing.

I give you information,
I'm breaking laws.

Please think about it.

It's really important.

Oh, what next?

You want the paperwork
to disappear, too?

Damn you, Lynn.

Eleven, guilty.

One, not guilty.

Welcome aboard,
whoever you are.

Well, how about it,
Mrs. Rogan?

You tired of keeping
us all waiting yet?

Mr. Newland...

you're being a jerk.

Do you know what will happen
to Robert Kinnare in prison?

He'll be raped.

He'll be beaten some more,

and then turned
into a criminal
just to survive.

Hey! What happened
to the questions
they asked us, huh?

When they were
selecting us for this jury?

Can we reach a verdict
without considering
the sentence?

You said yes.

Can you find this man
guilty of murder?

You said yes
to that one, too.

The animal that raped
that young girl

and stabbed her 23 times
last year, that was murder!

-Oh!
-You know that man

is gonna be locked up
in the same place
they're gonna put this boy.

-Is that justice?
-You wanna change the law?

Then go ahead and do it.

But that is not
why we are here.

Please.

Mrs. Rogan,
prison is a terrible place.

But Luis Cardoza's wife
and daughter

suffered through all this,
and he goes free?

No.

That is wrong.

But Jane, he's young.

Robert, he can be helped.

That's what we should all
be trying to do.

My heart aches
for this boy, Jesse.

But it doesn't matter
what any of us feel.

Of course it does.
We can have compassion.

Robert is someone's son.
He's someone's brother.

To the law, in this room,
he is only a defendant.

-That's wrong.
-[Glen] No!

You are wrong.

Because we all live
under one law.

It's the same for you and me

and even Robert Kinnare.

And if we refuse to do
the right thing here,

because it's tough and ugly,

then the whole system
breaks down.

And then what?

Who's gonna protect us?

Huh?

Go on.

Tell us.

[somber music playing]

We, the jury,
find the defendant,
Robert Kinnare,

guilty of murder
in the second degree.

[woman sobbing, applauding]

Mr. Bauer, would you like
the jury polled?

Yes. Yes, Your Honor.
I would.

Members of the jury,

I ask each of you
to confirm your verdict.

Jury number one,
is this your verdict?

Yes, it is.

Jury number two,
is this your verdict?

It is, Your Honor.

Jury number three,
is this your verdict?

Is this your verdict,
jury number three?

[sighs]

Yes, Your Honor.
It is.

Jury number four,

-is this your verdict?
-[man] Yes, sir.

-Jury number five,
is this your verdict?
-[woman] Yes, it is.

Jury number six,
is this your verdict?

[knocks on door]

Come in.

You wasted a trip.
I haven't changed my mind.

I'm glad.

[scoffs]

You're a cop?

We had information
about an ADA
who was on the take.

You were one of the three
who fit the specs.

My partner collared
the real bad guy this morning.

Oh, great. So, uh,
you come on in here

and you tell me that you
caught the guy and what?

Everything between us
is okay now?

Chris, it's my job.
Give me a chance
to explain.

Explain what?
You-- you set me up.

You-- you used me.
You tried to entrap me.
Do you realize that?

I'm sorry.
I never meant to hurt you.

I cared about you!

I cared about you, too!

The hell you did!

The things I told you
were important.

They were personal.

I don't know how many people
I was talking to.

Why should I believe
anything you say now?

Nothing you said
was repeated.

I had a specific
job to do.

But Sedona, the subway,
those weren't lies.

What we both felt
for each other
wasn't a lie, either.

It was something special.

I broke a lot
of rules for you.

Well, don't worry.
Your secrets are safe with me.

Chris, didn't you ever
have to lie?

Didn't you ever
have to use a witness?

That's all I did.

It's my job.

I'm sorry.

Lynn?

-Look, Lynn, uh...
-It's Peggy.

Peggy Jennings.

[sighs]

Peggy...
detective, whatever.

Don't ever lie to me again.

Or what?

Just... don't.

That's all.

I won't.

Okay.

[indistinct chatter]

[knocks at door]

I'm so pleased
you could come, Mr. Cardwell.

Uh, Mr-- Oh!

King Anton.

Make yourself comfortable.

Mr. Brigman.

Do I sense a new spirit?

One that may it allow me

to bring good news
to my client?

Yes, it, uh... It came
from these books.

Ritual Secret of the Gypsy.

Excellent.

A Thousand and One
Gypsy Curses.

I really love this.

Vivid.

The Book of Gypsy
Curses and Cures.

Quite an education.

My curse remains
until the queen is free.

Oh, I wouldn't
want to have it

any other way,
your highness.

It's just that the secret

of a good gypsy curse
is belief.

That both the cursor
and the cursey must believe.

Do I believe, you may ask?

Well, I have a broken pipe,
a torn jacket,

I have a black eye,
and I have a close call

from a falling light fixture
to convince me.

So you believe.
Where is my queen?

And I come from a long line
of practitioners.

My old aunt Yiddy,

she used to use
the dreaded Brigman curse

against her neighbor, Cline.

For what your dog did
on my lawn,

you should grow
like an onion

with your head
in the ground.

Did he?

No.

And neither did his dog.

You're making fun of me.

Absolutely not,
your royal magnificence.

I am just merely trying
to illustrate a point

that while I do not
believe in curses,

I do, however,
believe in computers.

-I don't understand.
-To test that belief,

I entered the king
and queen's names

in the national
crime computer.

So, uh... maybe
we can talk a plea.

Warrants from nine cities.

No. No. No. No. No.

The queen will plead guilty.

-Oh, no, it's too late.
-I love her,

but if she did
this terrible thing...

Now, according
to my calculations,

you're both
going to go to jail

for about 1,104 years.

Now, that's a real curse.

Al?

-[stammers]
-[indistinct chatter]

[somber music playing]

[Gene] Jess?

Come on.
We are taking you
out to dinner.

[Katie] Where are we going?

I don't know.
Jesse, what do you think?

Uh, Italian? Chinese?

We could let the kids decide.

There is this new
pizza place in the mall.

-Ribs.
-Pizza.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Mom?

This is my report.
I got a C plus.

Oh, Brian.

I knew you'd be mad.

No, I'm not mad, Brian.

I know that you worked
very hard over the weekend

and that you did
your very best.

I did.
I really did try.

Come here.

I love you.

Okay, let's go.

Come on. Let's go.

You know, I...

Why are we
going out to eat?

Let's stay home.

I'll cook. Gene?

-Well...
-Brian, how about it?

Burgers?

-Cheeseburgers? Yeah.
-All right.

-Okay.
-I'll set the table.

You sure?

You sure you wouldn't rather
just get out of here?

Out of here? [chuckles]

I'm sure.

Okay.

[sighs]

[closing theme music plays]