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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.