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by two separate
yet equally important groups,

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

She'll call us in
when she's ready.

We're already
paying 30 bucks
for a 50-minute hour.

You just don't
want to be here.

How'd you
figure that out?

You're supposed to be
doing this for yourself.

What, so some shrink
can tell me I'm a pig?

I know I'm a pig,
like most guys.

Look, women want
everything from one guy.

Guys want one thing
from a lot of women.

It's human nature.

You're right.
We're wasting our time.

Dr. Burk?

Dr. Burk?

Eric! Eric!

She's got
scratches on her arm,
a bruise on her neck.

She went
a couple of rounds
before she was counted out.

What time was that?

Eight to 12 hours ago.
Single stab wound
to the chest.

We're still looking
for the weapon.

I don't see a purse.

It's in the desk drawer
along with her wallet,

78 bucks and a half-dozen
credit cards.

Make sure
she gets a rape kit.

Right.

Cleaning crew comes
through here around 8:00.

How often
do your people
patrol this area?

Every hour.
What about vagrants?

Any problems there?

We don't let them
become a problem.

Okay, I'd like to
see your security logs
for last night, all right?

Sure.
I'll bring them up.

All right,
the receptionist said

that Dr. Burk's
last appointment was
yesterday at 7:00 p.m.

Allison and Dennis Hall.

Must've been some
counseling session.

Please, my name is
George Burk.

The hospital called me.
They told me my wife
had been hurt.

Okay, let's just go
sit over here,
all right?

Can't I see her?
I've been looking
for her all night.

Oh, God. Is that her?

Take it easy.

Linda! Linda! Let me go!

All right,
there's nothing
to see here.

Show's over.
Take a hike.
Come on.

I spoke to her
just before 9:00.

She said
she was leaving
in a few minutes.

Coming right home?
Yes.

She usually
takes a cab
out front.

By 10:00,
I started to worry.

I called her back.
She didn't answer.

You waited an hour?

I thought
maybe she stopped
to pick up dinner.

I waited
another half hour,

and then I phoned
the hospital security.

Who'd you talk to?

I don't remember.

He said that he was
gonna send someone
to check her office.

He called back
15 minutes later.

He said that
she wasn't there.

Then I started calling
the hospitals and
the police.

Did she mention if
any of her clients

had been
giving her trouble?

No.

She always
work this late?

Yes.

Besides the people
she sees at the hospital,

she has private clients.

And she consults
for the Archdiocese.

Right. I talked to him.

He called here about 10:30,
all upset about his wife.

So, you sent somebody
to check on her.

Uh-huh.
Checked out. No problem.

Except her door wasn't locked.

Who'd you send?

Let me think. Rollins.

According to your logs,
Rollins was in
the north wing at 10:40.

Isn't that all the way
on the other side of
the hospital?

Then it must've been Jarrett.

Jarrett?

It says here that
Jarrett was handling
a disturbance in the ICU.

A homeless woman
caught stealing syringes.

Look, the fact is,
you didn't send
anyone up

to Dr. Burk's office,
did you?

Hey, she's five minutes
late getting home.

I can't screw up
my entire rotation.

So instead,
you lied to her husband.

I got two people
out with the flu.

And how'd
this homeless woman

make it all
the way up to the ICU
without being detected?

She was caught.
I call that being detected.

Well, you're gonna
give us your records

of all the other homeless
people you detected in
the last six months.

This place
had some month.

Theft of drugs,
trespassing,
indecent exposure,

defecating
in a public area,
theft of patient meals.

That's a crime?
Autopsy came in.

No sign of
sexual assault.

M.E. thinks
the murder weapon
was a pair of scissors.

Rey, those photos
from her office?

There's one skell they
caught last month
stealing linen.

"Subject was
male Caucasian.

"Identified himself
as Pope Adrian VI
of Utrecht.

"Subject was ejected
from the premises.

"Subject was wearing

"green raincoat
and red baseball cap
from a dry cleaning store."

All decked out
for Christmas, huh?

There it is,
next to her desk.

"Stain's Dry Cleaning."

No good deed
goes unpunished.

My wife talked me into
letting her brother
do the hats.

Stan's Dry Cleaning. This
is what he came back with.

"Stains."
He thought it was cute.

How many hats did you get?

Like this?

Just the one. I had him
fix it before I ordered
the others.

And you tossed this one?

I put it in
with the clothes
people leave past 60 days,

then I took them over to
St. Remy's on 30th Street.

Thanks.

Sorry, I don't pay
attention to their hats.

This guy thinks
he's Pope Adrian VI.

Leonard.

I don't know
his last name.
What's he done?

Well, it's in connection
with a murder at
St. Anne's Hospital.

Murder? Doesn't
sound like Leonard.

Once you
start thinking
you're the Pope,

it's not much of a stretch
to killing people.

Does he sleep here?

No. He doesn't
like the noise.

Well, it's better
than freezing.

Oh, he's in good health.

I'm sure
he's found a way
to keep warm at night.

When was the last
time you saw him?

Last week.
He came in for supper.

I noticed he was wearing
hospital scrubs under
his coat.

Thanks for your help.

Scrubs?
He'd blend in.

Yeah, and make
himself at home.

You people never
checked up here?

Not since they
closed down the floors.

What's the point?
There's nothing to
steal up here anyway.

I smell a big,
fat lawsuit, McGiven,
with you as Exhibit A.

Here we are.

And here it is, Rey.
The Holy See.

Give us a day.

This guy shows up,
we'll catch him.

Yeah, right.

If we hadn't had
the hospital searched,

this guy would've started
holding Sunday services

right here under your nose.

Unit One, this is Unit Two.

Yeah, go ahead.

There's a male Caucasian
matching the suspect

in the second floor
waiting area.

He's in there.

Hey, how's it going?

The nurse at the desk
wanted me to tell you

she has free toys
for your kids.

She said
just go ahead and
bring them right over.

Hey, stop!

All right,
take it easy,
Your Holiness.

Help us!
It's all right, buddy.

Save us from these
Lutheran blasphemers!

I know this place.

First there's the tears,
then the blood.

So you've been
here before, huh?

They wanted
me to renounce
transubstantiation.

To deny the Eucharist.

I'm gonna be sorry I asked,
but who's "they"?

The Princes of Germany.

What about Dr. Burk?

Did she ever do
anything to you?

She's not a doctor.
She's a nun.

Her baptismal name
is Katherina von Bora.

Oh, that's a secret.
She's hiding from him.

Him?

The Antichrist.
The Devil of Wittenberg.

You mean Martin Luther?

Yes. Yes.

Now, Dr. Burk,
she a pal of yours?

I took a vow of poverty.

She bought me boots. See?
Yeah, fine.

Lieutenant.

So you've been up
to her office, then,
on the third floor?

I don't go to
women's rooms.

Your hat does.

My miter.
I gave it to her.

When?
Days ago.

To let her enemies
know she was protected by
the power of the Holy See,

by the authority
of the Vatican, and the
infallibility of the Pope.

Her enemies
being Martin Luther?

And his minions.

A blasphemous whore
with a crown of fire.

She was screaming at her,
one-two-three-four-five
days ago,

defying the authority
of the Bishop,

of Canon Law,
and the Council of Trent.

Come in.

That's for us.
You can wait here.

His prints are in the system.
Leonard Gardner.

Multiples
for trespassing,
vagrancy, petty theft.

He spent the night
of the murder in the 16 for
urinating on a public street.

Was released
the next day.

The times check out?

I called over. He was
grabbed up at 7:30.

So he goes back
to tending his flock,

and we go back to
scratching our heads.

He said Dr. Burk
had an argument
with someone

over the authority
of the Bishop.

Didn't she
do some work for
the Archdiocese?

This is
a terrible loss.

Linda Burk was
very highly regarded.

What did she do
for the Archdiocese?

Mostly prenuptial
counseling.

No fireworks there.

She also handled the less
pleasant end. Annulments.

Ah, the Catholic divorce
after the real divorce.

As far as we're concerned,
the annulment is the real
divorce.

Linda would meet
with the parties

and give our tribunal
an evaluation of the
marriage.

Her word carry
a lot of weight?

Our tribunal
usually followed
her recommendations.

The annulments
ever get contested?

Father O'Brien would
know more about that.

Well, if a former
Mr. and Mrs.

are still raw
from the divorce,

it can get messy.

And someone like Dr. Burk
gets caught in the middle.

Was she
having any problems
with her current cases?

You think?

Well, she mentioned
the Kilpatricks.

She didn't go
into specifics.

She was still preparing
her evaluation.

Would you happen to
have their file handy?

Oh, they had a lousy
divorce last year.

This didn't
improve their mood.

Which way was
the annulment going?

Well, we were waiting
for Linda's input.

Unless her report turns up,
we're back to square one.

Well, whose idea
was the annulment?

The husband,
Mr. Kilpatrick.
He filed the petition.

I understand he wants
to get remarried in
the church.

Hmm.

Look at this.
Love letters.

"Dear Molly," signed Gary.
Dated 16 years ago.

We look at
their state of mind
when they got married.

If they lacked
due discretion
of judgment.

Meaning what?

Well, if the bride or groom
had a screw loose or their
fingers crossed

when they said their "I dos",
it's grounds for annulment.

Dr. Burk was supposed to
have read their minds
16 years back?

Rey, the Kilpatricks
in happier times.

Pretty hair, huh.

Pretty fire-red hair.

Say hello to
the blasphemous whore
with the crown of fire.

I saw Dr. Burk
Monday evening
at her office.

I had some concerns
about the annulment
evaluation.

Concerns?

Questions. Why?

She was murdered
Tuesday night in
her office.

Do you think
I killed her?

We're talking to everybody
who had business with her.

Where were you Tuesday night?

Here, with my son, Billy.

And the argument
you had with Dr. Burk?

No, it wasn't an argument.

But you were upset
about the annulment.

I was upset
at my husband.

He wants the church
to wave a wand and pretend
our marriage never happened.

To turn our son
into a bastard.

He wanted
you to roll over
so he could remarry?

Mmm-hmm.

And if Dr. Burk said so,
he'd get his annulment,
wouldn't he?

Mrs. Kilpatrick,
did Dr. Burk tell you

what she was
going to recommend?

I think I've said
everything I want
to say.

I'd like you
to leave, please.

I don't know what
she told my ex-wife.

I spoke to
Dr. Burk on Monday.

I got the impression
things were going our way.

Was Burk
going to recommend
for the annulment?

She didn't come
right out and say so,

but as Gary's attorney,
I was reasonably optimistic.

And did you
share your optimism
with Mrs. Kilpatrick?

I may have
mentioned it
to her attorney.

By the way,
did you find
the evaluation?

The Archdiocese said
she was still working on it.

You in a hurry to
take another walk
down the aisle?

My fiancée is
a devout Catholic.

I don't want this
thing to drag out.

Mental unfitness
is grounds for annulment.
Mrs. Kilpatrick fits the bill.

You're not in divorce
court now, Counselor.

I'm not speculating.
She has to be medicated.

She even took a swing
at me a year ago,
during a deposition.

I can't imagine why.

Sheila Atkins
is her lawyer.

She provoked it.
They're both a piece of work.

They lost the divorce.

I don't think
Molly Kilpatrick
could stand losing again.

Have a nice day.

Divorce lawyers. God's way
of telling you to stay single.

Or married.

Let's find out which way
Burk was leaning.

As far as I can tell,

these are just notes taken
during her interviews
with the Kilpatricks.

Summaries.
Copy of the petition.

Nothing that looks like
the evaluation you want.

Well, no luck here either.

I found drafts of
three other evaluations,

but nothing on
the Kilpatricks.

Did you check her home?

Yeah. Any place else
it might be?

Mmm. Afraid not.

Lennie, the computer
when they found her,
it was on, right?

Yeah.

I searched her
computer's memory.
Your hunch was right.

The Kilpatrick file
was deleted.

Well, I assumed so.

And then, just to make sure
that we couldn't recover it,

they optimized
the hard drive.

That, I know they did
at 9:28 Tuesday night,

according to
the computer's
internal clock.

About the same time
Burk was bleeding out.

What'd they do again?

They reorganized all
the data in the memory.

Anything that was erased,
it's gone for good.

Well, except as
electronic flotsam

and jetsam bobbing
on a pool of silicon.

Now, if you're smart enough,
you can skim the surface.

And you're
smart enough?
Oh, yeah.

"Mrs. Kilpatrick
has demonstrated
mental instabilities.

"Her immaturity raises doubts

"as to whether the
Kilpatricks truly formed

"the requisite
marital bond which..."

That's it?

Everything with
Kilpatrick in the text.

Sounds like Burk
was recommending
annulment.

You have to be some
kind of computer whiz
to do this erasing trick?

Well, your suspect
would have to know

more than just how
to turn the machine on.

Molly Kilpatrick is
a terrific employee.

I don't want her to think
I'm talking behind her back.

Does she work
with computers?

Of course.
Like all bookkeepers.

We're a long way
from Bob Cratchit.

Well, does
she hunt and peck,
or is she good at it?

She knows all
of the software.

She even helps
train our recruits.

So she's familiar with
disk optimizing programs?

Absolutely.

What kind of
trouble is she in?

Who said she's in trouble?

Last Tuesday evening, you
remember what time she left?

Early.
Just before 6:30.

That's early?

She's here till 8:00,
usually.

She had to
see her lawyer.

She say if
she had any plans later?

No. I guess it was the usual.
Dinner at home and a video.

With her son?

Not Tuesday nights.
He's with his father.

You sure of that?
Are you kidding?

It took them eight months
to work out the custody
arrangement.

They even had me
give a deposition.

That's right,
she was here.

Any more than that, like
the color of her blouse,
I can't tell you.

What about
what time she left,
Ms. Atkins?

That's not privileged.

And you know this
because you're an attorney?

Molly told me that you're
trying to implicate her
in Dr. Burk's murder.

Well, she wasn't too
thrilled about the
annulment.

Who told you that,
Mr. Kilpatrick?

He's the one who
needs the annulment.

Because of his
devoutly Catholic fiancée.

Not his fiancée, her parents.

They are rich
devout Catholics.

Kilpatrick is
looking for some relief.
We soaked him pretty good.

Really? Well,
his lawyer seems to think
it was the other way around.

Paul Redfield would
like to believe that.

But at the end of the day,

he's not the one putting
all those zeroes
on the alimony checks.

And as to what
time your client left
and where she was going?

I'm not saying
anything about that.

That's too bad, Ms. Atkins,

'cause right about now,
she could use some help
with her alibi.

Yeah, she told us
she was home alone
with her son that night.

Turns out the kid
spends Tuesdays
with his dad.

Oh.

You're just
a fountain of
misinformation.

Billy has dinner
with his father,

who then drives him
to hockey practice
at 8:00.

Molly picks him up
and takes him home.
Happy?

Ecstatic.

She showed up, all right.
At around 8:30, with bells on.

Eighty-proof bells,
or something else?

She's a pill head.

She tried to pull
her kid out of practice.

Poor kid was embarrassed.
I finally got her out
the door.

Her ex told me
how to handle her.

So this wasn't
the first time?

No, she came to a game
about two months ago.

Mr. Kilpatrick shows up
with his girlfriend,

Mrs. Kilpatrick goes nuts.

And I thought the players
were the only ones
allowed to fight.

The next day,
their lawyers got into it.

I had to submit
a game schedule,

and they negotiated
who could come when.

Last Tuesday evening,
what time did practice end?

9:30, same as always.

She pick him up?

No. Billy said
she told him to
take a cab home.

Thanks.

I was home sleeping.

Did you talk to anyone?
Maybe on the phone?

No, I don't think so.

Well, you're not
really clear about
that night, are you?

Is that because of the pills?

Come on, Molly.
We asked around.

You were taking
Prozac and Valium.

Can I have a cup of coffee?

They're just making
a fresh pot. Rough night?

Am I going to be here long?

Hey, if you want
to leave, go ahead.

But we have to warn you,

the District Attorney
can use that as
a reason to arrest you.

So how many Valium
you take every night?

One.

Sometimes two.

But some days
it's more, yeah?

I don't keep
a running count.

How about that Tuesday?

Was it three or four?
I don't know.

Well, it was enough
that you went home
and passed out.

I was very tired.

You remember
what time that was?

No.

Well, how long
after you left the rink?

Half an hour?
An hour? What?

I'm... I'm not exactly sure.

It couldn't
have been an hour.

You remember
what happened at the rink?

I went to see my son.

Yeah, you tried to yank
him off the ice, right?

You were hysterical.
I don't think so.

You were yelling
at his coach, Molly.

People saw you.

Now, maybe you just
don't remember it because
of the pills you took.

I don't know.
It's no big deal.

I mean, you let off
some steam at his coach,

and you just don't
remember it, right?

Right?
Yeah.

Her divorce lawyer's
outside.

Mrs. Kilpatrick's son
told her she was here.

This lady's
starting to slip.

We don't have all day.
Her lawyer's chewing
through the leash.

Pot's almost ready.

So, Molly, I read up
on annulments.

Ninety percent
of them are granted,

whether they're
contested or not.

Now, to me, that
sounds like a rigged game.

And I say that being
a practicing Catholic.

Same as you, yeah?

Yes.

It's like the church
is saying all these
marriages never existed.

Now, when you took your vows
in the church before God,

you meant them, yeah?
Yes.

And so did
your husband.

Yeah, I read
the letters he sent you.

He really loved you.

And now, what,
16 years later,

he wants the church to,
how did you put it,

"Wave a wand and
say it never happened"?

Yes.

He expected you to
go along with that?

To lie before God?

I wouldn't do it.

Is that what you told
Dr. Burk on Monday,

when you had
those concerns?

She didn't care!

She knew he was lying
about the marriage.

About me.
About the money, even.

So you
went back on Tuesday,
after you left the rink?

No, I went home.

Wait a minute. Wait.
You just said that you
blanked out at the rink.

Next thing you remembered,
you were passed out
in your bed.

That leaves
a big gap, Molly.

Hey, if you
were on drugs, Molly,
you're not responsible.

If it was
an accident
or self-defense,

the D.A. has to take
that into consideration.

Nothing'll happen to you.
What are you saying?

We're giving you a chance
to help yourself.

Hey, look, you had
every right to be
angry at her.

Things just got
out of control, right?
Isn't that what happened?

Maybe she
did something to you.

She pushed you,
you grabbed the scissors.

That's self-defense.

Yeah, I bet you didn't
even mean to hurt her.

I mean, you just
swung the scissors,
and it was bad luck.

It was an accident,
right?

Molly, you tell us
it was an accident,
you can walk out of here.

Go ahead, Molly.

You took all those pills
and you accidentally
killed her, right?

What the hell do you think
you're doing?

Molly, not another word.

You can say
anything you want, Molly.

I'm taking you home.

Her lawyer'd
gotten stuck in traffic,
we'd have a confession.

Has anyone
talked to her son?

Parents won't
make him available.

There's gotta be something
in what she said to
jump start a search warrant.

I wouldn't go near a judge
with that crap.

You told her
we could arrest her
if she tried to leave?

Who told you that?

Besides the fact
that you lied to her,

it takes it
pretty damn close to
a custodial interrogation.

We also told her she could
leave any time she wanted to.

Please. This is not
some dumb gangbanger
with a Legal Aid lawyer.

Nice to see where
you draw the line.

Hey.
Forget it, Rey.

Hey, look,
she shoved a pair
of scissors

into this woman's chest.

You want us to serve her
tea cakes while she makes
up her mind to give it up?

She was this close.

Better she didn't confess.

Saves us all from
looking like idiots
when it gets tossed.

Come on, Rey,
if she had given it up,

he'd throw his shoulder out
trying to pat himself
on the back.

It wasn't all
a waste of time.

She said something
about Burk knowing

her husband was
lying about his money.

Ex-wives always think
their husbands lie
about money.

And they're
probably right.

If he really
had something to hide,
and somehow Burk knew,

it pumps up
Molly Kilpatrick's motive.

Or her husband's. Take
a look at his finances.

We don't have enough
to subpoena them.

Maybe this Sheila Atkins
can save you the trouble.

I have 23 boxes full
of his financial records.

Why should
I give them to you?

So you can use them
against my client?

They might clear your client.

We suspect Mr. Kilpatrick
might have killed Dr. Burk

because she knew
something about
his finances.

Knew how?

Your client seems
to think he told her.

Maybe Mr. Kilpatrick
let his guard down

during one of his
sessions with Dr. Burk.

Ms. Ross, I think we can
work together on this.

It's in your
client's interests.

My client's interests
lie in proving

that her husband and
his lawyer conspired
to defraud her.

Go on.
He's been hiding assets

at the direction
of Mr. Redfield.

You know this for a fact?

I can't prove it to
a judge for a fact. Yet.

Molly told me
it was possible
that Dr. Burk knew.

I wanted Dr. Burk
to go on the record.

I'll have those files
delivered to your office
by tomorrow morning.

The forensic accountants
think Kilpatrick undervalued
his company.

He told the Family Court
it was worth a million-two.

Atkins puts the number
closer to four.

Wishful thinking?

Our accountants feel
Atkins has a decent case.

She's hoping
we can help her prove it.

Oh, no. We're not getting
dragged into their divorce.

Did the police happen
to ask Mr. Kilpatrick

where he was
the night of the murder?

No. They didn't
consider him a suspect.

Well, we do.

You want an alibi from him?

If he has one.

I don't
like your tone.
Why is he a suspect?

Sheila Atkins
was going to depose
Dr. Burk about his finances.

Our accountants went
through your records,
Mr. Kilpatrick.

I turned my books
inside-out for Molly.

I haven't denied her anything
that's rightfully hers.

This is another
Sheila Atkins
fishing expedition.

They're stalling the annulment
in order to extort money
from him.

Atkins telling her client
there's a pot of gold,
when there's nothing.

Mr. Kilpatrick,
if you could just
answer my question.

After I dropped my son off,
I went home to change,

and then I met
a friend for drinks.

About 9:30.

I'll need
your friend's
name and number.

David Harrigan. Sure.

I've seen
Sheila Atkins at
work for 10 years.

The woman ought to
have her license pulled.

She has nice things
to say about you, too.
Thank you.

I had a crisis
with a Korean bank,

so I got to the bar
maybe quarter to 10:00.

Gary had started without me.

How long had
he been there?

He was into
his third Chivas.

He wasn't
wasting any time.

Well, since the split-up...

He says you're
investigating him
about this murder.

He called you?

To give me
a heads up, yeah.

Don't worry,
he didn't ask me to lie.
He knows me better than that.

You don't sound convinced
he didn't do it.

I believe
he's innocent.

That's not
a ringing endorsement.

What about Molly?

I've known them since college.

I mean,
their son and mine

practically
grew up together.

Gary and Molly
were decent people.

Even the divorce
started out friendly.

Then the lawyers
got hold of them. Jeez!

Hyenas have
better manners.

I just worry
what it's done
to their son, Billy.

Do you talk to him?

Well, he's been staying
with us since a few days ago.

Why is that?

Something to do
with his mother.
I don't know what.

He just needs a time-out.

Do you mind
if I talk to him?

You don't have to answer
if you don't want to, Billy.

It's just the stuff
at home.

With my mother.

With her pills and all that.

She cries a lot.

She's not in good shape.

Like the night she tried
to take you out of practice.

What happened
when you got home?

I'm sick of everybody
asking me that.

Who else asked?

Dad's lawyer, and Mom's.

She told me not to talk
about it with anybody.

Ms. Atkins?
Do you trust her?

Billy, did your mom tell you
to take a cab home from
practice that night?

You should
tell her the truth, Billy.

She was
supposed to pick me up.

I called her.
She didn't answer.

Was she there
when you got home?

Her door was closed.
She was sleeping.

Did you see her or hear her?

Did you knock on the door?
No.

I went to my room
and watched videos.

So, she still
could have been asleep.

Uncle David,
I don't think
she was there.

I heard her phone ring
in her room.

She never answered it.

Her own son isn't
supporting her alibi.

She was halfway
to a confession
a week ago.

She's popping pills,
crying herself to
sleep at night?

Arresting her
might push her
the rest of the way.

Pick her up.

Get warrants for
her home and office.

Better put her
on suicide watch.

Half a million dollars bail?
It's utterly punitive.

If it keeps her where
she can't hurt herself
or others.

You know, that's
a very benign view

of imprisonment
before conviction.

I don't see
a strong case here.

I don't see a case
here at all.

Nothing specifically
contradicts her alibi,

and nothing directly
connects her to the crime.

So far, carpet fibers
from the victim's office
have turned up at her house

and hair matching hers
was found at the crime scene.

All of which can be
explained innocently.

All we need
is a speck of blood
where it doesn't belong.

I didn't kill her.
Why don't you believe me?

Molly, please
let me handle this.

Are you putting
Mr. Kilpatrick under
the same microscope?

His alibi can
be corroborated.

By David Harrigan?

Before you take his
testimony at face value,

look at his
banking practices.

Yeah, well, look, we're not
going to settle this today.

Let's talk
about chopping
this bail in half.

Out of the question.
Now, if you want to
talk about a plea.

With what you've got?

Given her state of mind,
we're willing to go to
man one.

That's a minimum of
eight years in prison,

Mrs. Kilpatrick,
instead of 25,

if you're convicted
of second-degree murder.

You'll get laughed out
of the grand jury first.

We're done here. Come on.

And I used to think
my divorce was rough.

Look where you
could have ended up.

My murder fantasies don't
include getting caught.

Ms. Ross, Mr. McCoy,

between you and me,
Mr. Behrens blew it.

Only if your
client's guilty.

I'm not conceding anything.

But I don't see things
looking up for Molly
anytime soon.

What are you proposing?

Whatever's best for her.

Does your offer of man one
come with a sentence
recommendation?

Give me a number.

Molly listens to me.

I'll get back to you
in a few days.

Yeah, I'll let him know.
Okay. Thanks. Bye.

Atkins.
She had her halfway there,
until Behrens got wind of it.

Nice try.
She'll take another run at it

once we get an indictment.

All our adversaries
should be this accommodating.

Or pragmatic.

Addressed to me,
belongs to you.

From the
Bar Association
Ethics Committee.

Dues check bounced?

They're requesting copies
of all non-confidential
documents

held by the District
Attorney's Office

in People v.
Molly Kilpatrick.

This case hasn't even gone
to the grand jury yet

and already
there's an ethics problem?

Jamie, I'm not supposed
to discuss pending matters.

Don't send me back to
Jack McCoy empty-handed.

You know what
a hard ass he is.

Yeah.
You seeing anybody?

You want
an introduction?

Sure.

Tell you
what else you
can do for me.

Give up a Saturday to work

with my high school mock
trial team at St. Joseph's.

Sure. I'll teach them
to spell quid pro quo.

Sheila Atkins
came to the committee

for an advisory opinion
on a privilege issue.

That's all I can say.

It's got to be about something
Molly Kilpatrick told her.

An incriminating statement
that might not be privileged.

That explains
why Ms. Atkins was
pushing for a plea.

If it's not privileged,
she has a duty to
come forward.

She's obviously
struggling with it.

Why else go to
the Ethics Committee?

Whatever they tell her,
she's not bound by
their decision.

It has no force of law.

Any new evidence
against Mrs. Kilpatrick?

Nothing new
from Forensics.

Yeah, well, then
it's up to Ms. Atkins.

If she can't bring herself
to do the right thing,
we got a problem.

Exactly what
ethical dilemma
am I struggling with?

An issue of privilege
regarding Molly Kilpatrick.

We know you went to
the Ethics Committee.

Somebody has a big mouth.

Would you mind getting out
of my way? They can't see me.

The Committee asked
us for documentation.

This can't come
as a surprise to you.

We appreciate
you take the canons
of ethics seriously.

We hope we don't
have to compel you

to disclose what
your client told you.

I don't
have anything
to say to you.

You have until
tomorrow morning,
or we go to the judge.

Don't wait up for me.
And thank you.

This motion's
an egregious attempt

to intrude on the
attorney-client
relationship.

And for all
Mr. McCoy knows,

the information he's trying
to wring out of Ms. Atkins
is irrelevant.

Mr. McCoy,
you have any idea
what you're after?

I can only speculate.

Speculate out loud.

Solicitation
by a client for
help in a cover-up.

A statement by a client
that he or she intends
to commit a crime,

or offer
perjured testimony.

Is he in the ballpark,
Ms. Atkins?

I'm not conceding that
my client said anything.

You didn't call the Ethics
Committee for cooking tips.

That's between
her and the Committee.

And this court.

Your Honor, you have the
authority to compel her
to talk.

Thank you, Mr. McCoy.

Ms. Atkins, you and I
are going to have
a chat in camera.

The rest of you
can wait outside.

Divorce lawyers wrestling
with their conscience.

What's next? Plumbers
who don't pad their bills?

If my gut's right, you might
start thinking about a plea.

The Judge wants you back in.

Back on the record.

Ms. Atkins has informed me of
Mrs. Kilpatrick's statements.

In light of
the canons of ethics
and the relevant case law,

the statements
are not protected

by the client-attorney
privilege.

Ms. Atkins has
a duty to divulge them
to the District Attorney.

The People's motions
to compel are granted.

Let's hear it, Ms. Atkins.

Not until you and I reach
an agreement.

Your Honor?

Ms. Atkins, you can
be held in contempt.

With all due respect,
Your Honor,

Molly Kilpatrick
is still my client,

and I still represent
her interests.

First, they agree
to a minimum sentence
on a plea of man one.

Three-to-six?

Then they issue subpoenas

for accounts held
by Paul Redfield
in the Virgin Islands.

I don't understand.
Who's Mr. Redfield?

He represents my
client's ex-husband.

I intend to prove that he
and Mr. Kilpatrick conspired
to hide assets from her.

You don't need our help.
You can get your own
subpoenas.

Family Court
turned me down.

This is a civil matter.

Even if we wanted to,
we don't have the authority.

You can if you open
a tax fraud investigation
into Mr. Kilpatrick.

Sooner or later,
my client will be out of jail,

and I'm committed to
seeing that she's
provided for.

That she gets
every last dime
she's entitled to.

That's all
fine and good, Ms. Atkins.

But you have 48 hours
to answer Mr. McCoy,

or I'll hold you in contempt.

Heck of a lawyer.

She's using us to grind
Redfield's face into
the ground.

If he committed fraud,
it wouldn't be a waste
of our time.

I don't like
to be manipulated.

All of a sudden you don't need
Ms. Atkins' testimony to
convict her client?

Six months in Rikers
for contempt will
compel her testimony.

You hope.

Her client is
guilty of murder.

We're supposed to let
her off with three years

and help her gouge
her husband for alimony?

You'll get over it.

We've decided to accept
Ms. Atkins' terms.

We've opened
an investigation

into Messrs. Redfield
and Kilpatrick,

and we'll make a sentence
recommendation for
Mrs. Kilpatrick.

I don't understand
what's going on here.

Didn't Mr. Behrens
explain it to you?

Yes, but I didn't
kill Dr. Burk.

Molly, it's best
we just listen for now.

You're up, Ms. Atkins.

I'm sorry, Molly.
They're forcing me to do this.

You have to understand
that Molly was driven
to it by her husband.

By his lawyer's
unconscionable tactics.

If it weren't for them,
she wouldn't be
on medication.

She wouldn't be here.

When she came to
my office on Tuesday,
she was beside herself.

She was fixated
on the annulment.

She felt that the church
and Dr. Burk, in particular,

were aligned against her.

She said, "I'll kill her,
if that's what it takes
to change her mind."

No, Sheila! Why are
you telling them this?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

No, I didn't say that.

I couldn't.
You'd taken a lot of pills.

You didn't know
what you were saying.

I never thought
you'd go through with it.

No.

It can't be true.

Please. Oh, God.

Three-to-six,
is that right?

Contingent on
a psychiatric evaluation?

Come on, Molly. Come on.

Grand jury subpoenas?
Bank examiners?

I can't believe she
talked you into this.

If you have
nothing to hide,
why jump all over us?

Because I don't think
that the District
Attorney's office

should be a patsy
for Sheila Atkins'

malicious campaign
of harassment.

Don't be paranoid.

She simply alleged what
our forensic accountants
already suspected.

Paranoid?
This is what I've
received from her

just within
the past three months.

Interrogatories,
motions for legal fees,
frivolous criminal complaints.

I've got a whole
room in my office
filled with her crap.

It's attrition,
not litigation.

You take a look at that,
and then you tell me
if I'm paranoid.

Sore loser.

The divorce was finalized
four months ago.

What's she hope
to gain from this?

It does seem
like overkill.

I'm surprised
nobody's reined her in.

Go back to the Ethics
Committee. Check her out.

She's our star witness
against Molly Kilpatrick.

I'd like to know
what we're dealing with.

Hey.

I'm thinking of buying it.
It's an antique.

Aren't motorcycles supposed
to have wheels and an engine?

Atkins' rap sheet
from the Ethics Committee.

Allegations of
conflict of interest,

comingling funds,
courtroom misconduct.

Looks like she never met
an ethical violation
she didn't like.

Most of
the complaints were
filed by Paul Redfield.

Which is only fair, since
she filed an equal number
of complaints against him.

What's the matter
with those two?

It's the adversarial
system on steroids.
It gets stranger.

I looked
through the papers
Redfield left behind.

It's a notice of a petition
for a preliminary injunction.

Atkins wanted to
enjoin the Archdiocese

from proceeding
with the annulment.

Enjoin the Archdiocese?
Who's she kidding?

She had a hearing
scheduled with
Judge Kaufer

the Friday after
Linda Burk's death.

And?
I don't know.

I've got to call in
to Kaufer's clerk.

Enjoining
the Catholic church.

I thought
it was a non-starter.

First Amendment,
separation of
church and state.

I'm surprised
Judge Kaufer even
scheduled a hearing.

You'll be more
surprised to learn

there's actual
case law on this.

Ms. Atkins
wasn't completely
out in left field.

Her petition had merit?

Her brief argued
the annulment had
civil repercussions.

Namely, the illegitimacy
of Mrs. Kilpatrick's son,

which can be held
to be defaming and
injurious to someone

who's not a party to the
ecclesiastic proceedings.

She even quoted Blackstone.

How did
Judge Kaufer rule?

If Ms. Atkins hadn't
withdrawn her petition,
I could tell you.

When did she do that?

The day before the hearing.

All right, Ms. Jones.
Thank you.

Son of a bitch.

She withdrew her petition
right after the murder
because it was moot.

Because she knew
Burk's evaluation

had been destroyed,
because she did it.

She knew the annulment
would be stalled.

Maybe she knew because
Molly Kilpatrick told her.

Then why didn't
Atkins tell us?

She killed Burk, Jamie.

That whole business
with the Ethics Committee?

We were conned.
She framed her own client.

She withdrew a petition
two days after a killing.

It's not much to hang
a murder charge on.

She talked
an innocent woman
into three years in jail.

Maybe she'll talk herself
into 25-to-life.

Call her friend,
Paul Redfield.

I took the liberty
of sketching out
an agreement.

You'll see that it covers
what we discussed
on the phone,

Kilpatrick puts
a million-five
on the table,

my client signs off
on the annulment.

She's agreed?

My clients listen to me, Paul.

And I'll tell McCoy
that we're withdrawing
the fraud complaint.

That might not be
enough to get him off my back.

Molly and I don't testify,
he doesn't have a case.

The little twerp can pound
his desk all he wants.

It doesn't matter.

You must have
gone back for seconds

when they handed out
the brass ones, Sheila.

Mmm.

It took you two-and-a-half
years to cry uncle, Paul.

I never thought I'd hear it.

Your client's going
to prison, and you're
doing a victory dance.

Why shouldn't I?

I earn my fees
in divorce court.
Criminal law is not my bag.

So, do we have a deal?

I tell you what, Sheila.

I like everything about it
except the million-five.

Let me propose
another figure.
Zero.

What the hell are
you talking about?

I found this in my file.

Your petition
for an injunction
against the Archdiocese.

It looked so promising.

I called Judge Kaufer's
clerk to find out
what happened to it.

Imagine my surprise
when I was told
that you withdrew it

two days after
Burk was killed.

Of course.
Without her report,

the annulment is
dead in its tracks.

Nobody knew
the report was erased

except the person
who erased it.

That would be you, Sheila.

Oh!

Did somebody put drugs
in your protein shake?

Fine.
I'll just walk this
over to One Hogan Place,

and see what McCoy
makes out of it.

Or you get your client
to consent to the annulment
for no money,

and you withdraw
the fraud complaint.

You bastard.
I had you beat.

In your dreams.

I beat you on child support,
on visitations.

One extra dinner a month.

Kilpatrick
had to double her
clothing allowance.

He was planning
to do that anyway.

You just can't stand to lose.

And you know
exactly how to lose.

You're an expert at it.

They're worse than my kids.

You're gonna get
a crash course
in losing,

'cause you're going
to prison for murder.

I'm taking this to McCoy.

Paul, all right, you win.

You'll have her
consent tomorrow.

Just don't do
anything stupid.

Please.

Ms. Atkins.

What is this?

Turn around, please.
What are you doing?

You're under arrest
for murder.

Better start
making criminal law
your bag, Ms. Atkins.

You have the
right to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be used...

I'm convinced
that he was hiding
money from my client,

and the annulment was
the only leverage
I had left.

I practically begged
Dr. Burk to reconsider
her evaluation,

even just to delay
it for a few weeks,
and she refused.

I was furious.

After two-and-a-half years,
to think that I could lose.

And we struggled,
and I stabbed her
with a pair of scissors,

and then I erased the
report from her computer.

And your statements
to the District Attorney
regarding Mrs. Kilpatrick?

I lied.

And I apologize to her.

She trusted me
with everything.

She gave me a free hand
in how I handled her divorce.

I tried to defend her
rights as...

I'm sorry.

You killed my wife
to win a divorce case,
and you're sorry!

Order in the court.

Mr. McCoy,
are the People satisfied?

We are, Your Honor.

Sheila Atkins,
pursuant to your plea

of Murder in
the Second Degree

and the recommendation of
the District Attorney's
Office,

you are hereby
sentenced to a term
of no less than 15 years

and no more
than the term of
your natural life

in a facility
to be determined

by the Department
of Correction.

We're adjourned.

Redfield agreed
to full restitution
of the missing assets,

and he gets off with having
his license pulled for
three years.

He'll probably
count this as a win.

He can drive up to Bedford
and crow to Atkins about it.

Where on earth
did these people
learn their ethics?

Law school.

Of course.