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the people are represented

by two separate
yet equally important groups:

the police,
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys,
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Come on, Poppy

it's too damn cold
out here for this.

Too cold?
What'd I raise here

a man or a ratoncito?

Actually, you didn't
raise me at all.

Mommy raised me.

You were always
too busy working.

Yeah, putting clothes
on everybody's back

taking care
of the family.

Just be quiet now.

You're scaring
away my fish.

Look, can we just go over
to Gristedes and buy some?

I promise to let
you tell everybody
you caught it, okay?

When you do a job,
you do it right.

Oh, oh.

I think I got a nibble.

Damn, it's heavy.

It's probably
all the mercury.

Give me a hand here,
hurry up.

Dios mio, Pa.

So what's the story,
girl meets bridge?

Girl meets bullet,
then girl meets river.

I love a happy ending.

Any idea
how long ago?

Hard to say.

With the bloating
and decomposition

three, maybe four weeks.

You didn't find any ID
floating around, did you?

No, just the clothes
she went in with.

Looks like somebody did
a number on her face.

Something, more likely.

Fish... they go
for the eyes first.

Victim's between
25 and 35, five
feet, six inches.

Death was caused by a
single .22 caliber slug

to the left
temporal region.

Blow back.
Up close and personal.

Any sign of sexual assault?

That long in the river,
I couldn't tell you.

What about her clothes?
Anything there?

Mass-manufactured;
nothing unusual.

You might check out
her belt buckle though.

Looks hand-crafted.

There's an insignia
stamped into the silver.

Could be
Native American.

American Indian museum downtown
might give us a leg up.

Jane Doe with a buckle.
Another promising start.

Actually, I'm thinking
more like Jane Dietrich.

Given her dental work

she's probably
a German national.

How do you know that?

Stateside metal crowns
are usually custom-made

from gold or silver.

Hers are generically stamped
out of stainless steel.

We don't do that?

Couple of quack dentists
in Texas tried

but this technique's
definitely German.

We figure she either

emigrated to the U.S.
or she came here on
a tourist visa.

You talk
with the Consulate?

Mm-hmm--
no German nationals

reported missing
in New York State.

Now with Argentina, it's
a whole different story.

What about travel visas?

Over 6,000 in the
past three months.

Hey, the dollar's down.

And of those,
2,346 went to females

between the ages
of 25 and 35.

It'll take us
till Oktoberfest

to run through
all of them.

That's it?

We sent her
dental records

to the Fatherland.

That could take months.

In the meantime, let's
work with what we've got.

Littlemoon Birdsong?

If this is about
those parking tickets

I was going to send a check
tomorrow, I swear.
Take it easy.

You're not going
to lose your micro-bus.

We're Homicide.

Homicide?

The curator at
the Indian Museum

thought this might
be your work.

Yeah, that's mine.

I did a series of them
last year

but I don't understand

what this has to do
with a homicide.

The victim was
wearing that buckle

when she was killed.

Actually, it's an
Apache peace symbol.

Didn't protect
them much, either.

We're going to need a
list of your customers.

I don't do retail.

Credit card receipts,
sales tax, marketing plans...

a little too time consuming.

So where do you sell
your work?

A little boutique
in Chelsea.

I let them deal with
the headaches now.

I wish we all could.

Thanks.

Littlemoon Birdsong, my ass.

Her name's Linda Epstein
from Cedarhurst.

Different tribe altogether.

Yeah. I sold this.

It's some sort
of peace thing.

We're trying to locate
the woman who may
have bought it.

You remember everyone
you arrest, Detective?

She might've had
a German accent.

Everybody's got
an accent these days.

Okay, what about
credit card records,
sales receipts?

You understand
we're mostly a cash business.

We're not interested
in your relationship

with the tax collector,
Miss Martin.

We just want to know
who bought the buckle.

Well, a lot of our customers
sign our mailing list.

Would that do it?

We're going to
need everything.

Now, the list
I need back next week.

We're sending out a new mailer.

Indonesian Death Masks.

Guys, here's
the missing persons--

the whole tristate area.

They go back
six months, right?

Just like you
asked, Detective.

Thank you.

Another no answer.

That makes seven.

Yeah.

Oh, okay.

Thanks, anyway.

Yeah, I'll tell him.

Chessie Shaw,
New Milford, New Jersey

alive and well.

You tell her
about the Death Masks?

That's everybody
on my list.

What does that
leave us with?

That's seven no answers,
a disconnect

and five
unlisted numbers.

Any luck so far?

I figure either

our Lady of the Hudson
wasn't on the mailing list

or the belt buckle was a gift.

Here's something.

Karen Hall.

Investigator
in the New York State

Attorney General's
Criminal Division upstate.

Disappeared
six weeks ago.

That could be
my Albany disconnect.

Same age and height.

The hair color's similar

but I thought we were looking
for a German national.

Says in her bio her father

was a bird Colonel
in the Army stationed in...

Germany.

Eight years.
Moved to Albany in '89.

We were army brats

Baden Spa, Berlin.

My sisters and me,
we spent our childhoods

being dragged from base to base.

Karen was the only one
who seemed to enjoy it.

She loved meeting new people.

When was
the last time

you had contact
with your sister?

The day she disappeared.

Karen was in Manhattan
on a work assignment.

We spoke on the phone.

I didn't realize it would be

the last time
I'd hear her voice.

When you say "work assignment"

you mean for
the Attorney General's office?

Right.

Any idea what
she was working on?

She didn't talk
about her job much.

She took it seriously though.

What time was it

when you spoke to her?

Maybe 5:00, 5:30.

Did she say where she was?

She was on
her cell phone.

I thought maybe
we could have an early dinner

but Karen said it would
have to be another time.

She was heading
to catch the Amtrak

back to Albany.

You know, I told all this

to the State Troopers
when they were here.

This is just
routine, Mr. Hall.

Did Karen have
any friends
in Manhattan?

Somebody who might've changed
her mind about going home?

She'd only been to the city
maybe once or twice.

She didn't know anyone
here outside of work.

And you reported her missing
the following Monday?

She was supposed
to go furniture shopping

with Nancy in Rhinebeck

but she never showed up.

You guys got any idea

who did this to her?

We're working on it, Mr. Hall.

Well, work hard.

'Cause Karen was
the baby of the family.

She was the favorite, you know?

And I was her big brother.

Karen started with
the office's upstate division

five years ago
as a paralegal in
Mr. Conroy's bureau.

When did she
get the bump up
to investigator?

I signed off on her promotion
only six months ago

which is what makes
what happened such a waste.

Karen was something

of a project
in the bureau.

Project?

It was obvious
from the beginning

that she had a real
feel for the work.

It all came naturally to her.

Karen just lacked some
of the formal training

and education she needed
to move forward.

Eventually,
it all came together.

You have any
working theories?

Had

until her body turned up
in Manhattan.

We have a witness
that puts her

in the Albany train station
at 9:30 that night.

And confirms her
brother's story

that she was taking
the 6:45 from Manhattan.

Timing worked.

Ms. Shore, we're going to need
to follow up on the interviews.

Of course.

I'll help you guys out
with anything you need.

The car was locked.
No sign of a break-in.

We figured
she was snatched
somewhere between

the platform
and the parking lot.

I would've come to
the same conclusion.

Either of you know
Miss Hall personally?

Just to say hello.

I worked a case
with her once

when she
was a paralegal.

She was good people.

You find any signs
of personal problems

while you were
knocking around?

No, no debts
no drugs, no gambling.

Nothing out
of the ordinary.

So no death threats, huh?

She have
any overdue library books

in her apartment?

Just a half-starved
cocker spaniel

and a closet full of clothes.

It was pretty
much a cold trail
after the station.

What about

this newsstand guy
that saw her that night?

Hard-working.

Turkish.

Been at the station
over ten years.

We're going to need
to talk to him.

I'll run you

right over now
if you want.

I told the truth.

Nothing but the truth.

Nobody's accusing you
of lying, Mr. Hoca.

Take your time, sir.

This lady in the picture

she came in
on the train

on the night
of the 19th of February

and bought magazines
in my kiosk.

Then she walk away

out that...
out that door?

Are you asking
or telling?

I think this is the truth.

Yeah, but you didn't
actually see her

get off the train,
right?

Me? No.

The troopers

they say she
was on the train.

Can you describe
this woman, Mr. Hoca?

Blond hair, middle height...
middle weight.

Was she dragging
a flower travel bag?

You know the kind
you wheel around?

Yes, I remember. I see that.

Thank you very much, sir.

It's okay? I did good?

Oh, you did fine.

He's the most
convincing witness

I've heard since
Kato Kaelin.

He seemed solid
when we interviewed him.

Who else did you talk to
during your investigation?

Hey, we did
our damn job.

Did you canvass
the damn area?

Did you talk
to the regular
damn commuters?

Somebody on that train

must've remembered
seeing her.

Did you talk to
the conductors,
the other vendors?

Hey, we talked
to everybody, okay?

The Turk was the
only one who saw her.

And that didn't
tell you something?

Look, I tell you something,
it stays off the record.

We're all cops here, man.

Fact is, Jim and I
had our own doubts.

Doubts about what?

About the direction
the case was being steered

by the AG's office.

What direction was that?

My personal opinion?

And I don't
have any evidence
to support this...

It's all right, I hear you.

They glommed onto
the train snatch theory

for the wrong reasons.

And the right
reasons would be...?

Let's just say

I don't think the AG

wanted to face the possibility
that Karen Hall's killer

might be some guy
from one of their own

case files.

Well, naturally
we considered the possibility

it was work-related

but we couldn't uncover
any hard evidence

to support the theory.

With all due respect,
Mr. Conroy

how hard did you consider it?

Well, we pulled our case files.

We examined every possibility

but, uh, all the evidence
pointed back to Albany.

We're going to need to go over
all of her files--

everything she was working on
at the time.

Some of those cases
are still pending.

We're not going to compromise
any of my investigations

are we, Lieutenant?

You can count on our discretion.

I don't see a problem.

I'll have
some of those case files

uh, copied and sent off
to your precinct.

Well, I'd like to get
my men started

on the case she was working
the day she disappeared.

Alec...

Uh, Nate Richards.

Uh, nursing home fraud.

It was a joint prosecution

with the Feds.

And Karen Hall was sent
to Manhattan for what?

Uh, we had

a reluctant witness.

I wanted Karen to hold her hand.

Why was the
witness reluctant?

Defendant's ex.

She was having second thoughts
about testifying

against him.

And that aroused no suspicion?

We had Richards interviewed
extensively.

It was
a dead end

but listen, I understand
you have a job to do.

Uh, I could make a call
to the facility.

Your guys are certainly welcome
to take a stab at him.

Like I told the guy
from the AG's office

I wouldn't know Karen Hall
if I fell over the broad.

Interesting
choice of words.

Miss Hall was one of the
investigators on your case.

I never laid eyes on her.

I mean, what is it
with you guys?

She was working
with Angela Cofresta

at the time
of her disappearance.

You remember Angela?

Ah, bitch gave me up
when I wouldn't

leave my wife.

Imagine that.

We pulled your sheet, Nate.

You had a little domestic
history with this woman.

Angela dropped
those charges.

Yeah. We noticed that, too.

'Cause you smacked her around
a little bit, right?

Only this time
they gave her a baby-sitter.

I was looking at 26 months
on that fraud charge.

You think I'm going to threaten
a federal witness?

Cap a state
investigator?

can't live with them,
can't kill them, huh, Nate?

You got any idea how far

that would push me along
on the sentencing guidelines?

I mean, I'd need a nursing home
myself by the time I got out.

Can you account
for your whereabouts

on the night of February 19?

Yeah. Where every good defendant
is supposed to be--

in my lawyer's office.

Testifying against Nate was
the hardest thing I ever did.

I was scared of him.

But you went through
with it.

Yeah.

I went through with it.

Karen made me think
about all those old people

how they were suffering.

I never thought about it
like that before.

Miss Cofresta, you had
a meeting with Miss Hall

at around 2:00 p.m.
the day she disappeared?

We talked a lot
on the phone.

Karen came down
just to be with me.

What'd you talk about?

Mostly stuff
about the case

going over stuff.

And we talked
about men--

older men,
married men.

How they try
to control you.

She really understood.

Did she talk about the men
in her life?

No, not really

but I kind of
got the feeling

she was dating
an older guy, too.

She mention anything
about him?

A name?

Anything at all?

Just that
it was over.

What time
did she leave?

Maybe 4:00, I think.

It was a long time ago,
you know?

I do remember she said

she had a late meeting
in the city that night

and I could call her if
I started stressing out again.

Maybe if I did,
she'd still be alive.

She was staying late in town?

Told her brother
she had to get
back to Albany

to take care of her dog.

She don't strike me as the type
to lie to her brother.

Or to let her dog
starve to death.

Maybe something
came up at work.

You'd think we'd have heard
about it.

Hey, you'd think.

I want to work
for the AG's office

when I grow up.

The Attorney General
investigated

the illegal billing practices
at the Klensch Agency.

Karen Hall personally
interviewed 17 runway models.

Maybe we should follow-up.

It looks like Conroy
was right on.

From what I'm seeing,
there's nothing life or death

in these case files.

Hey, Ed, when did Conroy say

Karen got her first field
assignment to the big city?

A couple months back.

And her brother
thought she was

still getting
her bearings
around town.

Right.

So, how come
she's got

three Amtrak ticket stubs

round-trip,
Albany to New York

going back more than a year?

She goes down to the Big Apple

she keeps it
from her big brother

and everyone else in her life.

That can only mean one thing.

A special friend?

Mm-hmm.

Karen had no time
for boyfriends.

She was so busy with work.

God knows we tried

but, uh, it was always
one thing or another.

Even if she had a boyfriend,
she wouldn't have told me.

With the age difference

it was more like
a father-daughter thing with us.

Karen was seeing someone.

Did she mention a name?

She told you that?

She didn't want
people to know.

We're "people"?

Did she tell you
who she was seeing?

No... but he was married.

Karen was going
with a married guy?

She told you that?

She said it was over.

And she never
mentioned a name?

She wouldn't say anything
about him.

She didn't want people at work
to find out.

Why didn't you tell all
this to the troopers

when she disappeared?

I did.

I told the investigators,
but I didn't know who it was

and Karen said it'd been over
for a while.

So, you're thinking
it may be a romance gone sour?

One of the sisters thinks

it might have been
an office thing.

Did you call Albany
and ask around?

Yeah. No luck.

It seems the lady
was tight-lipped

so we pulled
all of her personal
credit card receipts

going back a year.

Hotel, restaurant charges
from all over the city

last ten months.

Busy girl.

Up until a
month before
she disappeared.

Right about the time Sis
says the romance cooled.

One, two, three, four

five visits to Caverna?

You know it?

Yeah. It's a quiet little place
over on 21st and Tenth.

You say she was
a customer?

Yeah. Five or six times
that we know of.

Mm, perhaps you can
come back tomorrow

speak with
the maitre d'?

I'm usually in
the back office.

Why can't we speak
to the maitre d' now?

Called in sick

and we are in the middle
of our busiest seating.

Well, we're in the middle of
a busy homicide investigation.

Let me get Roberto,
our head waiter.

Maybe he can help you.

These gentlemen
are with the
police, Roberto.

They'd like to see
if you could help
identify a photograph.

Ah, absolutely.

Ah, si. That's
Signorina Hall.

Yeah, used to come here
with her gentleman friend

but, uh, not so much anymore.

You wouldn't happen to remember
this gentleman friend's name?

Ah, sure, sure.

First rule
of ristorante business, eh?

Never forget a name.

It's, um...
A-Alfredo.

No, Arturo.

Uh... Alexandro.

No. Alec. Si. Alec, uh, Conroy.

Alec Conroy?

He and the signorina
always the deuce in the corner.

Very private, uh,
very romantic, huh?

Very nice.

Alec Conroy.

The heir-apparent
at the AG's office?

How well do you
really know him?

He got organized
crime convictions

that everyone else thought
were impossible

including myself.

In addition to which

I went to law school
with his boss.

Isabelle Shore.

There's a straight arrow.

As straight as they come.

If she suspected anything

she never would have given him
the nod.

According to Briscoe
and Green

Conroy kept his investigators
pursuing leads

he had to know
would never pay off

and he concealed
his relationship
with the Hall girl.

A married ex-boyfriend?

That would have been
at the top of the
troopers' hit list.

Conroy told them

the romance angle
was a dead end.

While he kept
them in the dark

about his affair
with the victim.

This man is next in line
at the Criminal Division.

I'm not going to drag him out
in handcuffs

because he concealed an affair.

He did more than
conceal it, Nora.

He told Karen Hall's sister
there was no office romance

and then he turned
the investigation

to a less than
credible witness

who put her in Albany.

Taken as a whole, his conduct
does evince a guilty mind.

What do you want to do?

Look him in the eye
and ask him the question.

I killed Karen Hall because
I was having an affair with her

then stonewalled
the investigation?

It's absurd.

Is there another
explanation?

Yes.

The investigation

into Karen's disappearance
went nowhere

because there was nowhere
for it to go.

It's as simple as that.

Especially not
with a cover story

about a witness in Albany.

The newsstand vendor told
the troopers she was there.

I relied on that.

They don't
see it that way.

Really?

Well, their activity reports
say they do.

Activity reports yousupervised.

I have the distinct feeling

that somebody's about
to read me my rights.

Do you need your rights read,
Mr. Conroy?

Off the record?

Okay, on the record then.

Karen and I had been involved.

Past tense.

I broke it off.

End of story.

I assume you can tell us
where you were

the night she disappeared?

We already know
it wasn't in Albany.

I wouldn't have taken it
on faith, either.

I was with someone else.

Not your wife.

My wife and I weren't together
at the time.

I had my own place.

Now, if that offends
your long-horn

self-righteous sense
of right and wrong

then so be it.

What offends us
is withholding information

from an investigation.

If I go public
with my relationship with Karen

I jeopardize cases,
maybe even my career.

I wasn't about to do that...

not when I had an alibi.

Alec come over about 5:00, 5:30.

I made dinner.

Um, we took a walk, read a bit,
and then turned in.

And when did he leave?

Around 10:00
the next morning.

Can anyone else verify that?

I don't see why I should
be answering these questions.

Well, because
you've been noticed

as an alibi witness.

That gives me the right
to verify Mr. Conroy's story.

Alec never loved that girl.

So you know about the affair?

I'm not a fool

Miss Carmichael.

I know there are things
that Alec wants

that I can't give him.

I've been with him 12 years.

He always comes back in the end.

I understand he reconciled
with his wife.

Alec was right about you.

Houston, isn't it?

Dallas.

So he's talked to you?

If you think Alec was in love
with this girl

that he killed her
because of it, you're wrong.

Because he was with you, right?

Have you ever seen Alec
in court, Miss Carmichael?

No, I haven't had the pleasure.

Well, you should

because then you would know.

Alec Conroy
doesn't fear anything.

She's lying, Jack, I know it

and the way she idolizes
Conroy, it's just creepy

like he's got some
kind of hold over her.

If what the police
are saying is true

Conroy's been able
to manipulate

an entire
murder investigation.

Why not an alibi witness?

Anything turn up
with Marner's doorman?

They can't confirm Conroy
was there that night

but they can't
dispute it, either.

Still leaves us
without probable cause

for a search warrant.

Well, we might
be getting close.

The cops went over to
Conroy's apartment building.

Anything?

There was no sighting
of him that night

but the concierge
let it slip

that a few days after
Karen Hall's murder

Mrs. Conroy set down
specific instructions

not to let Conroy
up to the apartment

under any circumstances.

One month after he supposedly
broke off the affair

his wife suddenly bars him
from their apartment. Why?

She was afraid of something.

Or someone.

Yeah, but even if it's
true, they've reconciled.

I doubt she'll tell
us anything now.

Maybe there's someone else
she'll talk to.

Alec is a suspect

in this
girl's murder.

It's not possible.

He wouldn't.

You must have had
some suspicion.

Why else leave
specific instructions

your husband not be allowed

into your home?

Alec still had
his own apartment.

You left the same
instructions

at your children's
school.

Where are the kids?

With my parents.

Why?

Are you afraid of your husband,
Mrs. Conroy?

I don't see how my relationship
with my husband

is any of your business.

Either of yours.

This is very
hard for me, too.

Alec and I worked
side by side

every day.

I respected him

and I trusted him.

But this is no good.

We're not going to be
able to protect him.

He's getting help, Isabelle.

He really is trying this time.

If he killed her

nothing will ever
be right again

until he takes
responsibility

for it.

How long

can you keep your children away,
Mrs. Conroy?

We talked about divorcing
a few times...

but this last time,
I'd really decided.

When I told him,
Alec just snapped.

He started accusing this girl
of destroying our family.

The more I tried
to explain

the angrier
he became.

I got so scared.

I thought if I went with Alec
to his therapist

it might be easier.

That's when I found out.

Found out what, Mrs. Conroy?

He'd already decided
who was to blame.

Obviously, I can't
go into anything

concerning what
Alec told me.

Mrs. Conroy indicated
that the three of you

discussed her husband's affair
with Karen Hall

in a therapy session
with you

and that, in fact,
it was you who recommended

that they
immediately separate.

Deanne Conroy
wasn't my patient.

You can at least
verify the accuracy
of her statement.

I suppose if she's already
told you as much

I don't see the harm in that.

She also revealed the substance
of that therapy session

and that she left it
with serious concerns

about the safety
of Karen Hall.

Now, we're treading
on thinner ice here, Counselors.

That information arises
directly out of my diagnosis

of Mr. Conroy.

And when another woman
turns up missing

what then, Doctor?

My obligation is to my patient.

I warned Ms. Hall.

You warned her?

I put it all in the letter.

There's nothing more
I could do.

What letter, Doctor?

A Tarasoff letter.

You're familiar with it?

Regents v. Tarasoff.

A California case
permitting a psychiatrist

to send a warning letter
if he believes his patient

constitutes a threat
to a third party.

You say you got
this copy from
Conroy's shrink?

The original
hasn't turned up yet.

Conroy probably
took care of that

in the initial investigation.

"It is my belief
that Mr. Conroy constitutes

an immediate, real danger
to you..."

That'd be Karen Hall.

"...and possibly
others."

Conroy's psychiatrist sent a
similar letter to Alice Marner.

And you say his wife
was in some of these sessions?

She used
the therapist's office

as a safe haven
to break it off with him.

And this other woman--

Conroy's supposed alibi?

What's her safe haven?

We have her

under 24-hour surveillance.

Which is how we discovered
that Marner's late husband

kept a 26-foot Grady White
in the boat basin

and she held onto it.

Well, that's a nice item to have

I mean, if you need to...
dispose of a body.

We know you received a
letter just like this one.

Alec would never harm me.

Karen Hall
made the same assumption.

Ask yourself this

Miss Marner:

when this
trial is over

and Alec Conroy

doesn't need you anymore

are you going to go out
on your boat with him again?

We know all about it.

Security
from the marina

told us someone
took your boat out that night.

It's one thing
to provide an alibi

when you have doubts.

It's quite another

when you know
the truth.

It's called
"accessory after the fact"

and it makes you
just as guilty

of the murder as Conroy.

No man

is worth 25 years in prison.

Alec called that night.

Where was he?

At a pay phone.

What did he say?

He said he needed my help.

He needed me.

I asked him what was wrong.

Do I have to do this?

What did Conroy
want from you?

He just said

he needed to use the boat

to meet him at the marina.

Were you on board?

He took the key.

Did he have
anything with him?

A duffel bag.

A big one.

Who's going to pay
for all this?

Hey, we got a warrant.

Take it up with
the building manager.

Anything?

Floors have been
refinished.

Place has
been painted.

At $2,800 for a one bedroom

they damn well better
have painted it.

Lennie?

There's something
in the grouting.

Could be blood.

It'll take a second
for the Luminol to kick in.

Hit the light,
would you, Detective?

That's blood.

Huh. He should have
re-tiled the place, too.

Oh, that's it.

They're paying for a hotel.

All right, that's good.

I like that,
but if you were to take...

Game's over,
boys and girls.

Excuse me,
what the hell's going on here?

Alec Conroy,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Karen Hall.

Call my wife, please.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Excuse me.

I know my rights, thank you.

Oh, that's right.

You used to have
one of these.

Docket 44937-- People v. Conroy.

Charge is murder,
second degree.

How does

the defendant
plead?

Not guilty on behalf
of Mr. Conroy.

People on bail?

The defendant is
an assistant Attorney General

in the Criminal Division.

The victim was his former lover
and employee.

Now, Your Honor, the People
are in possession of a letter

dated shortly before
the victim's disappearance

which indicates
the defendant posed

an immediate
physical threat to her.

The letter
is totally inadmissible.

His own psychiatrist will
attest to it, Your Honor.

Not in any court
in this land.

Motion to suppress
the so-called Tarasoff letter

and anything that comes with it.

Bail set at $1 million.

Motion's referred
to the Trial Part.

Spin the wheel, Louie.

Damning stuff, Counselor.

I can understand why

you wouldn't want a jury
to get wind of this.

Every word in
that letter is
hearsay, Your Honor

and is being offered
to prove the very matter

asserted.

The doctor can
confirm its contents.

Not unless
my client is willing

to waive the doctor-patient
privilege

which I can assure
you he's not.

What about it, Mr. McCoy?

Therapeutic privilege

was shattered by
the presence of
a third party.

Well, your office tried
that same argument

in People v. Bierenbaum.

It didn't work then,
doesn't work now.

Your Honor, in Bierenbaum,
all we had were witnesses

who were willing
to testify

that the defendant told them
he was in therapy.

Here we have someone who was
actually in the session.

It was his wife, Your Honor.

Wife?

So, if the psychological
privilege doesn't apply...

Then the spousal
prohibition does.

Spousal privilege precludes
Mrs. Conroy's testifying

not Conroy's psychiatrist.

Call it what you like.

I'm not letting the man's shrink
violate the privilege

because the man's wife
was in the same room.

And without
the doctor's testimony

the letter is hearsay.

Relax, Stan.

The letter's out, too.

Dr. Breitel, the letter

and his testimony
are gone.

What about the blood
in the apartment?

Too contaminated
for any real analysis.

The murder weapon.

Conroy doesn't own
a registered handgun.

He could have gotten it
anywhere.

He probably dropped it
in the water

along with Karen Hall's body.

What does that
leave us with?

Alice Marner's
testimony

that Conroy took her boat out
that night

with a duffel bag.

We also have his attempt
at a false alibi.

It's a roll
of the dice.

No.

I don't want to gamble
with a jilted mistress, Jack.

A plea.

You can't be serious.

Alec, let's hear
them out at least.

Hear what out?
Without Dr. Breitel

all you've got
is circumstantial evidence.

We all know how juries
hate to convict on that.

And yet, sometimes they do.

Trust me--

this one won't.

They might,
after they learn

about all the blood

in that bathroom.

From what I understand
from your forensic report

the blood couldn't be typed.

It was too contaminated.

I remember reading somewhere
that bleach can do that.

Aren't you forgetting
about a large duffel bag

you were carrying
that evening?

Oh, the one that Alice
never actually looked into?

It's in my closet.

I can bring it in if you'd like.

Of course, it could be one
that just looks like it.

In any event, I doubt
Alice would be able
to tell the difference

either way.

We also have
a witness

in the marina.

A witness to what?

A late-night cruise?

Do you know how many times
I've taken that boat out? Hmm?

Even when Alice's husband
was alive.

You don't seriously expect
to walk on this?

I understand
you've never seen me in court.

Consider this

a preview.

Stan.

Miss Hall was last seen
by Miss Cofresta

at approximately 4:00 p.m.

She had indicated that she was
going to be staying in the city.

What about the witness

who originally placed
Miss Hall in Albany?

He's since retracted
that identification.

Thank you.

Nothing further.

To your knowledge

was Mr. Conroy seen
with the deceased

the night of
her disappearance?

Uh, no.

And Mr. Conroy
has admitted

that he and Miss Hall

were having an affair,
has he not?

I believe
he has, yes.

Well, do you know of any fact--

fact, Detective--

that would contradict

his assertion that
the affair had ended?

No.

In fact, the only evidence on
the issue is that Mr. Conroy

returned to his wife
following a legal separation?

Actually, I think he made
a few stops

before he went back
to his wife.

Ha, ha.

Nothing further.

I've known Alec
for 12 years.

You described
your relationship

with the defendant
as passionate.

Passionate...

supportive.

Supportive? How?

Alec was not a man
who found it easy

to... let his guard
down with others.

With me, it was different.

He trusted me,
he confided in me.

And that night,
he confided in you?

Alec asked for my help.

He needed to use the boat.

Those were his words?

"Use the boat"?

Yes.

And I let him.

I let him throw that girl's body
into the river.

Objection.

Sustained.

Thank you.

Nothing further.

12 years is a, a long time
to know a man, isn't it?

And you are...

fond of Alec Conroy,
aren't you?

I've been in love with
Alec Conroy since the day we met

and I still am.

And you've testified that
this man you've known and loved

for nearly 12 years,
who confided in you

trusted you, called and
asked if he could use your boat?

Yes.

In the dead of winter?

And this man who so trusted you
and relied on you

gave no
reason why?

He just said he needed help.

He offered no
explanation

and you didn't
ask him why?

No.

You just met him at the boat?

Yes.

And you claim

that when he showed up,
he was carrying a duffel bag

and still you didn't ask why?

No.

You didn't meet Alec Conroy at
the boat that night, did you?

I don't understand.

Oh, you went
to the boat, all right

but you met him
at his apartment, didn't you?

No, I did not.

You met him at the apartment
that he had rented

for the two of you

only you
weren't invited

and when you showed up

to see your lover
of 12 years

in the arms
of this young girl...

What are you trying to do?

Your late husband
owned a .22 caliber
handgun, did he not?

Alec?

You're the one who killed

that woman that night,
aren't you?

No!

The wife posed no threat

but this one, she did

this young,
sensuous woman.

Objection.

Overruled.

You killed her

and then you asked
Alec Conroy, the man you love

the man you trust, to help you.

In fact, you counted
on the 12 years of control

that you had
had over him...

Control I had!?

Yeah, and it worked

because rather than
turn you in

rather than fulfill
his obligations as a prosecutor

he took pity on
you, didn't he?

Helped you get rid

of Miss Hall's body.

That never happened... never.

Your boat, Mrs. Marner.

Your boat, your gun,
your jealousy.

Should've seen
it coming.

How could we?

The gun was registered

to Marner's late
husband in Florida

not New York.

You think the jury
will see through that?

Gillum doesn't need to prove
the Marner scenario.

He just has to get one juror
to buy himself reasonable doubt.

Which he can do

because they will never
see the Tarasoff letter.

To a lawyer like Gillum,
that letter isn't a fact.

It's just an annoying detail.

This guy leaves his wife,
he takes two lovers

and he still has the sanctity

of marital privilege
to protect him.

Except he didn't just
leave his wife.

When Gillum crossed
Green, he said...

...they were
legally separated.

Another one of those
annoying details.

I was under the impression
I'd already ruled on this.

The Tarasoff letter,
the shrink's testimony.

It's a nonstarter, Jack.

We're agreed that

if Mr. Conroy had
uttered his threats

to his psychiatrist
and a third party

the privilege would've
been shattered...

We've been down this path.

The so-called third party
was his wife.

Only they were legally separated
at the time

not just living apart.

Page 36 of your
cross-examination

of Detective Green, Stan.

A legal separation.

They filed an agreement
with the court.

A distinction
without a difference.

Your Honor

once an agreement has
been filed

one spouse can go out
and have an affair

and legally, the other spouse

can't use it
as grounds for divorce.

I'd say that's
a pretty big difference.

So you're claiming now
the marital privilege

doesn't apply because

the sanctity of marriage
no longer existed.

In the eyes of the law,
Deanne Conroy was a third party.

Ergo her presence in therapy

nullifies
the therapeutic privilege.

Your Honor, it's...

Stan, look at
it this way

if the jury convicts

you'll have a hell
of an issue on appeal.

The letter's in.

The shrink's in.

Doctor, please read
the highlighted portion

in the third full
paragraph on page two.

"In the light of
this, Ms. Hall

"I believe that
Mr. Conroy

"should be considered

an immediate and very
real physical threat."

What was the basis
for your opinion?

Mr. Conroy suffers from CDR--
Control-Domination Response.

In lay terms?

He needs to feel

that everything in his life--

especially the people
in his life--

are under his control,
domination.

Specifically?

Just look at the women
in his life:

devoted wife, widowed
mistress, aspiring employee.

All of them share
a vulnerability to him

a dependence.

When Mr. Conroy realized

he could no longer
control Ms. Hall

you can see how her defiance
could be perceived by him

as jeopardizing more than
just their relationship.

Did he say he was
going to kill Miss Hall?

He said he wanted to.

And I believed him.

Nothing further.

Man One on the table, McCoy?

You've got to
be kidding.

So, what is?

Murder Two.

I can get that
after trial.

Not with a promise
of 20-to-life.

Oh, you're going
to knock five years

off the bottom?

And we take no
position on parole.

You might just see
the light of day again.

"The light of day."

Do you know how many times

I sat on the other side
of this table

and said those same
words to a defendant?

Now or never, Mr. Conroy.

The ticking clock--
always an effective strategy.

You've got your plea, McCoy.

You'll have
to allocute.

Oh, is that really necessary?

For months

Karen Hall's family's

been plagued by questions
of how and why.

We're not leaving this room

until your client
answers them.

You don't have to.

It's okay.

You know, this may come
as a big surprise to all of you

but I loved Karen.

Killing someone's
a pretty sick way

of saying "I love you."

When I first met Karen

she was just another local girl
in cheap shoes.

She didn't know
the first thing

about being a professional

about talking like one

like dressing like one
or like thinking like one.

I was the one
who taught her that.

And then you betrayed her.

No, that was
her choice, not mine.

I was willing to give up

my wife and my children
for her.

She just couldn't appreciate
the sacrifice.

So, then... ?

So, then I called her
late that afternoon

and told her I had some
new information about the case.

She was reluctant about
coming over to the apartment

but I told her
it'd just be a few minutes

but I could tell in her voice

she didn't want
to come.

But she did.

Loyalty to the job,
Miss Carmichael.

I taught her that, too.

Where'd you get the gun?

Alice's, a few weeks before.

What happened
after Ms. Hall got there?

At first,
we talked
about work.

I wanted her to think

everything was going
to be okay

but then I brought up
the relationship

and Karen said she was
uncomfortable with the subject

that it was over.

She started putting
on her coat

I told her to sit down...

She said I couldn't tell her
what to do anymore.

So I reached for her

and she pulled away

and she said that the thought

of her being touched by me again
made her sick.

That's when
she saw the gun.

She gave me this look

like she knew
she'd gone too far.

Why not just let her walk away?

I couldn't.

Karen should have known
I could never do that.

Now she does.

Background checks,
press coverage...

and with all that

Alec Conroy was
a heartbeat away

from one of the most
powerful jobs

in the criminal justice system.

What a frightening thought.