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In the criminal justice system,

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.

There's a reason
you have an alarm clock.

I'll take the subway
to school.

Not by yourself,
you're not.

Sign for it
right here, ma'am.

Nice day, huh?

You don't have
a 13-year-old daughter.

This, too, shall pass.

Before you know it,

you'll be crying
at her wedding.

No doubt. Thanks.

Thank you.

Do we know a Mary Johnson?

Who?

Vic's name is John Byrne.

Just delivered a package
to this brownstone.

On the way back
to his truck,

somebody blew him away.

A robbery?

Wallet's still
in his pocket,

along with the
keys to his truck.

Anybody see anything?

Woman that lives here
called it in.

Louise Hamilton.

That's her
up on the stoop.

Okay, get a canvass going
on the block.

We'll get her statement.

You got it.
Thanks, Sarge.

Mrs. Hamilton,
what can you tell us?

I was making breakfast
for my daughter.

I opened the door
to sign for the package.

I went back inside,
and the next thing I know,

I heard gunshots.

Scared me to death.

Did you notice anybody
hanging out around here

while you were at the door?

I wasn't
really looking.

Tell them about
the package, Mom.

First of all,

I don't even know
the woman who sent it to me.

Second, the envelope?

It was empty.

Somebody'd opened it?

No. It was sealed.

Where's the envelope,
now, Ms. Hamilton?

We're going to need
to take it with us.

Sure. It's right inside.

It's pretty strange.

Guy delivers an envelope,
there's no letter in it?

Something tells me
the message was for him.

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The victim was shot twice

with a .38 caliber revolver,
not recovered.

No eyewitnesses and nothing
taken from the truck.

A random shooting?

That or a setup.

What makes you think that?

John Byrne worked
for RME Express for six years.

He was on his regular route.

The package he delivered
was empty.

They knew where he'd be
and what time he'd be there.

Ed's checking with the company
about the package right now.

Have you told him yet?

I just haven't found
the right moment.

So what's it been
for you and me, 11 years?

Something like that.

It's the longest
I've ever been with a woman.

Now, that's pitiful.

The sender was listed
as a "Mary Johnson."

The return address on the
airbill does not exist.

What a surprise.

Did Latent get any prints
off the envelope?

Just Byrne's and the recipient.

It was sent from one of their
retail locations in the city.

So maybe they could track
a payment

or give us a description
of this "Mary Johnson."

You don't need an account

or a credit card
to send an RME package.

Nice to know some place
still takes greenbacks.

And you don't require
I.D., either, right?

Right.

So, no questions asked.

Nope.

Just like the post office.

Except we get it there faster.

Maybe you remember
this woman Mary Johnson.

That doesn't ring
a bell offhand.

Let me see the tracking number.

Monday. Busiest day of the week.

We had over 400 walk-ins
at this location.

Tell you the truth,

the only thing I remember
is this guy

who spilled coffee
all over the floor.

And this knockout blonde--
knee-high boots,

fishnets. I should
really call her.

She gave you her number?

Got it off her package.

Ah, the male libido
knows no bounds.

The dude I used to partner
with when I was a rookie,

if he saw a hot girl
in a car,

he'd run her plates
to get her number.

That'd go over
big with IAB.

Anyway, cash payment,
fake address, fake name.

This is sounding more
and more like a textbook case

of how to set up
an RME delivery guy.

When you absolutely,
positively have

to kill somebody overnight.

It's unbelievable.

Just a day like any other.

Then the call comes.

The whole world changes.

We're real sorry
about your husband, Ms. Byrne.

Thank you.

How long have
you been married?

Seven years.

Happily?

Very.

Any financial problems
or romantic ones?

Romantic?

You know, seven-year itch?

No. Just the usual
married stuff.

Whose parents we're going
to visit over the holidays.

Nothing serious.

Can you think of anybody
that would want

to hurt your husband?

I can't imagine.

John was the sweetest guy,
really.

Everybody loved him.

John owe anybody any money?

No, of course not.

Just our car payments.

I mean, we weren't exactly
on easy street.

We both had to work.

You work
for RME, also?

Parks Department.

You work for the City.

We know what that's like.

John had to put in a lot
of overtime for us to...

make ends meet.

He worked so hard.

Byrne was a real decent guy.
Everybody liked him.

Got along good.

As a worker, not the best,
not the worst.

You sound like you had
some reservations.

Nothing like that.

Just a tad lazy.
You know the type.

Calls in sick
when he gets the sniffles,

can't wait to punch the clock
every afternoon.

Wait a minute.
His wife told us

he worked his share
of overtime.

Overtime?
There's no such thing here.

You're either on the early shift
or the late.

Who was he tight with?

I mean, somebody he
might've hung out
with after work.

Joe Rodriguez.
He's out on his route now.

I can get you his 20
if you want to talk to him.

You get the guy
who did this to Johnny?

We're working on it, man.

Do me a favor.
When you pick him up,

give me five minutes
with the son of a bitch.

You two were close, huh?

I'm carrying his casket
at his funeral.

Me and some of
the other drivers.

Maybe you can tell us
what he was doing

in his spare time
after work.

What are you talking about?

We know he was involved
in some extracurricular activity

that he was keeping
a secret from his wife.

Really? News to me.

Come on, Mr. Rodriguez.

If you're serious
about helping us find

your friend's
killer, step up.

Tell us what you know.

Johnny always played
his personal life

pretty close to the vest.

But I know he had
a definite thing

for one of the girls
on his route.

One of the girls on his route?

One of the secretaries

where he made
a pickup every day.

You know her name?

Gloria. The Kent Foundation.

And they were getting it on?

Wednesdays and Fridays?

Johnny couldn't wait
to get off work.

Can I help you gentlemen?

We're looking for Gloria.

She here today?

Yeah.

Gloria, can you come up
here a minute, please?

What's this about?

It's just routine.

Yeah?

This is about John Byrne.

John Byrne?

Delivery guy, RME Express?

He's here every day?

Oh, yeah. John.

What about him?

He was shot yesterday.
He's dead.

Oh, my God.

Could we go somewhere else?

Where did this happen?

On his route.

From your reaction
back there,

I guess he was delivering
more than packages.

You don't have to be crude
about it.

So you were seeing him?

For a while.

We'd go to a motel
after work a couple days a week.

We're going to need the name
of the motel.

You married?

Yeah. Look, I'm not proud
of what I did.

Where was your husband
yesterday morning?

In Atlanta on business.

And he doesn't know, okay?

Besides, I stopped seeing John
two months ago.

Let me guess.

The guilt finally won out
over the excitement?

Not exactly.

I loved Johnny,
but he was a dog.

I found out he had
another girlfriend.

And who would that be?

I have no idea.

But I know that the scratch
marks on his back weren't mine.

And from the way Johnny talked
about his wife,

I know they weren't hers.

I turn the same room around
four or five times a day.

How am I supposed
to remember anybody?

This guy was
probably a
frequent flyer.

No, I don't recognize him.

And I don't suppose you require
I.D. to check in, huh?

Does this look like the Plaza?

Okay, your security cameras
on the landings,

do they work?

My rooms
might be inexpensive,

but I run a safe establishment.

Do you keep
the tapes?

Ninety days.

I want to thank you guys
for all the cool videos.

Hey, anything interesting?

There's a couple
of things so far.

There's our boy, John Byrne.

Dog.

Can we go in tighter on that?

Can we print that?

Wait. Here's where
it gets exciting.

Nine minutes later.

Nine minutes?

These young guys
have no staying power.

Oh, look at the happy couple.

Hey, can you freeze on
where she's kicking him?

Yeah. Back it up.

Now, how close can you get
on her shoes?

What's the big deal
with the shoes?

Yeah, those are Dada Vipers.

They're limited edition
sneakers.

The only place you can get them
here is on Amsterdam

in the '70s.

Now I know where
all your overtime goes.

We have an exclusive deal
with Dada.

There was a line around the
block when the Vipers came in.

We sold out of those puppies
in a day.

You recognize her?

Yeah. That's Blair.

Boy, she looks pissed.

She one of
your customers?

She works here.
She's in the back.

Yo, Blair!

Was Blair working here
Tuesday morning?

We don't open till noon.

What?

We need to talk to you
about your kicks.

So you want to talk
about my shoes?

We want to talk
about who you were
kicking with them.

I don't know
what you mean.

John Byrne.

You know, the dude
that you were wrestling with

at the Twilight Motel.

What did he say about me?

Didn't say nothing.
He's dead.

What?

Dead? How?

Somebody shot him.

So what was the melodrama
about at the motel?

How do you know
so much about this?

That bitch follow us?

What bitch?

His wife.

Whoa. Wait a minute.

His wife knew
about the two of you?

Who do think me
and Johnny were
fighting about?

Why don't you tell us?

Adele called my house.

She was off her freaking rails.

I told Johnny about it
that day at the motel

that I wasn't gonna keep
doing him if that psycho

ever contacted me again.

Well, that charming little
story leads me to ask:

Where were you Tuesday morning?

I was getting a bikini wax.

Okay. So she called you.

What'd she say?

She said I'd better stay
away from her husband.

And if I didn't,

she was gonna do
something about it.

The shoe salesgirl coppe

d

to sleeping with Byrne,

but we cut her loose.

Her alibi panned out?

In a manner of speaking.

Turned out she was
getting a bikini wax.

It was something
called a sphinx.

Don't ask.
I wish I hadn't.

The upshot is,

Byrne's wife lied to us

about the state
of her marriage.

Said it was all
hearts and flowers.

Which moves her up
to the top of your list.

Number one,
with a bullet.

Don't bring
her in just yet.

Soft-sell it. See if you
can lock her into a story.

I'm sure there are more lies
where the first one came from.

Mrs. Byrne!

Are you making any
progress, Detectives?

Well, it's still early,
but we got some leads

we're working on.

A suspect?

A pretty good
candidate.

Really? Who?

Your husband know
a woman named Blair?

No. Is she somebody
John worked with?

Somebody he knew.

Is she your suspect?

Well, it's a little
too soon to tell.

You said you were working
the day your husband was shot?

That's right.

Where were
you exactly?

Uh, doing grounds maintenance
here in Riverside Park,

around 81st Street. Why?

That's where
you were

when you got the call
about your husband?

My supervisor came
and found me.

All right,
we're gonna need

his name
so we can verify that.

Do you mind if I ask why?

Our lieutenant's
a stickler for paperwork.

By the way, do either you

or your husband
own a gun?

No.

Well, guess that about covers
everything for now.

We may need
to talk to you again.

If you think
of anything else,

you give us
a call, all right?

Adele was definitely at work

the day her husband got shot,
I remember that.

Where was she
around 10:00 that morning?

Uh, working on one
of the ball fields

up here by the Boat Basin.

I got a call that the cops
wanted to talk to her.

I rode up there,
brought her back to the office.

How'd she take it?

How do you think?

Pretty damn hard.

Wouldn't stop crying.

Was anybody
working with her

at the ball field?

No. The way
it works is,

my crew fans out in the morning.

They each do their assignments

and then they move on
to the next one.

In other words, if
somebody wanted

to play hooky for
an hour or two,

there's nobody
watching the classroom.

I suppose, but Adele
is Miss Dependable.

Besides, earlier that morning,
about 8:30, 8:45,

I cruised by the field,
she was working on

with a new valve
for one of the water fountains.

I saw her out there,

grooming
the infield.

Okay, thanks, man.

If she did it herself,

she'd have been
on a pretty tight timetable.

Tight but not impossible.

Or maybe she
found somebody

that had a more
flexible schedule.

A hired hit.

Let's check
her financials.

These people led
the all-American life.

Two paychecks every two weeks,
rent payments, utilities...

No two-and-a-half kids
and a dog.

They didn't need a dog--
the husband was one.

I can't wait
till you get married.

Well, seeing as how
we answer each other's phones,

you'll probably find out
about that before I will.

There's nothing unusual
in these bank statements.

Yeah, there's not much

in the Byrnes'
credit card records either.

She eats three times a week
at Gardner's Cafe.

He goes bowling every Sunday

and buys his underwear
from a sporting goods catalog.

Wait a second.

Gas station charges on her
account up and down I-91.

Three days apart.

She could've been
visiting friends.

Or making a down-payment
on a hit man.

There's a $500 cash advance

from a private ATM
in Bennington, Vermont.

Be nice to find out
the who, what and where.

Vermont's a four-hour drive.

Not if we go lights and sirens.

You sure this is
the right place?

50 West Main Street.

Home of Murray's
World of Guns.

Of all the ATMs
in the world,

she picked one
in a gun shop.

Well, let's see what 500
bucks buys in Vermont.

Her name iAdele Byrne.

She came up here from New York.

She used your ATM

a few months ago.

A lot of people drop in
just to use the cash machine.

I don't pay much attention.

Well, start focusing.

Her husband was shot.

I couldn't sell
to a New York resident

even if I wanted to.
Vermont law.

Then you don't mind

if we take a look at your
sales records for that day?

You guys got a warrant?

No, but we can get one.

Ed, where do you
think the ATF

regional office
is around here?

See, Murray, it's not us
you have to worry about.

An illegal gun sale

could get you a
federal charge.

What day was this?

March 17.

I sold a Smith & Wesson .38
to myself.

As a cutout for her?

Yeah. I wouldn't do

something like this
if she had a record, you know?

I told her I'd buy
the gun in my name,

but she still had
to wait a couple of days

till I did a background check.

A lot of good that did.

Can you give us

the serial number
for that gun, please?

This is ridiculous.

It's the middle of the night.

Funny, that's
the same thing the judge said.

I don't know what you think
you're going to find.

How about the gun
you bought in Vermont?

Why didn't
you just ask?

It's not here.

Don't be insulted
if we don't take
your word for that.

Lennie!

Place is clean.

You told us you
didn't own a gun.

I don't.

The gun I bought was stolen.

Somebody grabbed my handbag.

I reported it
to the police.

She filed a report
with the One-Eight

a month before her
husband was shot.

She said a kid
came out of nowhere,

snatched her purse and took off.

She didn't say anything
about a gun being in it.

Yeah, and just by coincidence,

there were no witnesses
to this event.

It doesn't mean
it didn't happen.

You also said that she was
working the day of the shooting.

Yeah, and her work is roaming
around Riverside Park

by herself all day
blowing leaves.

Riverside Park...

If she ducks out
to take care of business,

you know where
she ditches the gun.

Hudson River.

Underwater metal detectors.

Back when I got my gold shield,
there weren't even such things

as fax machines or cell phones
or even computers.

You did everything
with your own two eyes--

checked ballistics,
fingerprints--

and a microscope
like we used to have

in junior high
chemistry class.

I think I've
stayed on this job

just to see
what comes next.

I hear we're getting
Blackberries next year.

Yeah, next year.

What is up with you?

I'm putting in my papers, Ed.

What?

It's time.

Really?

What're you gonna do?

I don't know.

Play golf, shoot pool.

Lay around in the sun.

If I get bored, maybe
I'll try the DA's office.

pick up an investigation

here and there,
you know.

Oh...

Damn, Lennie.

Hey!

Same serial number

as the one she
bought in Vermont.

Three spent shells.

Wow. She hit him
two out of three.

Not bad for an amateur.

Adele Byrne.

You're under arrest

for the murder of John Byrne.

What the hell
is going on?

She'll take this to go.

Just because my husband

slept with somebody

doesn't mean I would kill him.

"Slept with somebody"
doesn't do it justice.

Your husband
had sexual narcolepsy.

He kept falling into bed.

So you found out
what he was up to,

then you took that
little road trip

to Vermont to
buy that gun.

I bought that gun
because I didn't feel safe.

So why did you buy
it illegally?

The same reason anybody does.

An ordinary person can't get

a gun permit in this city.

What about the spent shells
in the cylinder?

I don't know
who used the gun.

Probably the kid
who stole my purse.

It wasn't me.

You lied to us

about your marriage.

You didn't tell us
about husband's affairs.

Because I knew you'd bring me
down here and accuse me of this.

And you lied
about the gun.

You asked me if I had a gun--
I told you I didn't.

Right. It was "stolen"
by some mystery punk

so you could cover your ass.

You know something?

I don't want to
say anything else

until I talk to a lawyer.

The woman's got an
answer for everything.

Well, there's one thing

she won't be able
to squirm out of.

Ballistics.

The police spoke
to Adele Byrne's supervisor.

She was at work the day
of the murder.

All morning?

He thinks so--
it's not ironclad.

She may've had a window
to slip away unnoticed.

And wait for her husband
to deliver the phony package.

What about the gun the cops
fished out of the river?

It's hers.

She made a special trip

out of state to get it
through a straw buyer.

And the motive
evidence is solid?

It's the oldest
one in the book,

a cheating spouse.

She denied knowing anything
about it to the police,

but the girlfriend says
that Adele threatened her,

and Adele's cell phone records
show several calls.

More than enough
to charge her.

Southerlyn.

I'll be right there.

Ballistics.
This should sew it up.

We got a problem.

I don't understand,
it's her gun.

Okay, here's the Smith
& Wesson .38 you gave me.

It couldn't have
been in the river

more than a couple
days, at most.

Still operative.

This is a bullet
I test-fired from it.

See, five lands and grooves
with a right twist.

Standard on a Smith & Wesson.

And this is one of the bullets
taken from John Byrne's chest.

Also five right.

So it's our murder weapon.

Look at the striations.

They don't match.

Which means this gun

wasn't used
to kill Mr. Byrne.

Are you 100% sure?

Look, striations don't
lie, Ms. Southerlyn.

Odds are, the murder weapon
was a Smith & Wesson .38.

Just not this one.

You have your doubts now?

Don't you?

Adele Byrne's
got a solid alibi,

her gun isn't
the murder weapon.

Maybe she got
another .38

we ain't found yet.

Why would she travel
out of state

to buy a gun if she
already had one?

Three spent shells
in the cylinder.

Somebody fired
at something

Or someone.

Any other shootings in that part
of town recently?

We'll check
it out.

Later.

Hey, Ray Pachuco.

He just got transferred
to Manhattan South.

He should be able
to hook us up.

Hey, you mind
running that one

down by yourself?

I got some paperwork
at One-P-P

I got to take care of.

Oh, don't even
worry about it.

I'm sorry
to duck out on you.

Don't even worry
about it, man.

Go on and do what
you got to do.

We got drawers full
of open cases.

Depends on how far back
you want to go.

The gun we're looking at

was purchased
three months ago.

That should
narrow it down.

All right,
here we go.

This guy was capped
during a drive-by.

Gunned down
with a Tech-9.

Dealer named
Ramon Pedia.

That's not it.

Uh, 33-year-old
black male.

Shot three times while
jogging in Central Park.

What'd the shooter use?

A .38 revolver.

Vic's name is
Randall Gardner.

Gardner.
Gardner.

You know anything
about him?

He was loaded.

He was into
real estate.

His wife runs
some kind of

high-end coffee
shop as a hobby.

Yeah, Gardner's Cafe?

Right.

You look at her?

The first thing
we thought of,

but she was
alibied real tight

and we could not
make it a for-hire.

Let me get a look
at the ballistics.

So you're familiar with
this Belinda Gardner?

Yeah. We arrested our suspect
in her coffee shop.

I'll fill you in,
but I got to give
the D.A. a heads-up.

My husband and I left
together that morning.

I went to my yoga class,

Randall went running
in Central Park.

When I came back home,

the police were
waiting for me.

It was awful.

Did he run the same time
every morning?

That's right.

I already
told all of this

to the police,
Ms. Southerlyn.

Three or four
times, in fact.

There was a woman who
was arrested in your cafe.

Adele Byrne.

Did you know her very well?

Not outside the cafe.

She's a regular customer.

We chat.

She lost her husband, too.

Yes, I gather the police think

she might have had something
to do with his death.

He was shot

the same week
that your husband was.

I know.

Quite a bizarre coincidence.

Turns out her husband
was having an affair.

What are you implying?

Just wondering if that
might be another thing

that you share with Ms. Byrne.

My husband was absolutely
faithful to me, Ms. Southerlyn.

Neither of us ever strayed.

We took our vows
quite seriously.

Adele Byrne

and Belinda Gardner
knew each other

from Gardner's Cafe.

Their husbands were
shot four days apart.

I take it you think
this can't be a coincidence.

By itself, maybe.

But here's the kicker.

Adele Byrne's gun wasn't the one
that killed her husband.

I had ballistics run the slug
that killed Randall Gardner.

That slug is a dead-on match.

It definitely came

from Adele
Byrne's gun.

So Adele Byrne
killed Randall Gardner.

A man she didn't know

and had absolutely no occasion
to cross paths with.

I'll bet y'all a steak dinner

that Belinda Gardner
killed John Byrne.

Two women who don't
know each other

meet in a cafe and agree
to kill each other's husbands.

Something out
of Alfred Hitchcock.

We know Adele
Byrne's motive--

she caught her husband
cheating on her.

Why did Belinda Gardner
want Mr. Gardner dead?

That's the part we haven't
figured out yet.

Randall bought me this place

when he flipped the building.

It's pretty cool, right?

Your brother must have
been a very generous man.

He was the best.

I'm trying to make it
as a painter,

but I've sold,
like, three pieces.

If it wasn't for Randall,

I'd be living in a rented room

somewhere in
Bridge-and-Tunnel-Land.

Oh, and studio space?

Yeah, forget it.

Was he as generous
with his wife?

Belinda.

Depends who you ask.

That doesn't sound like
a ringing endorsement.

I'm sorry, I just never
really liked that woman.

She married Randall
for his money.

How can you
be so sure?

She met him
in Vegas

at a real estate
developer's conference.

Happy
coincidence?

Well, if you ask me,
she targeted him.

For her, it wasn't a marriage

so much as it was
a business transaction.

Do you think
she was unfaithful?

She liked my brother's
money too much.

She wouldn't risk getting
prenupped in a divorce.

She's one of those women whose
real profession is shopping.

Clothing, jewelry...?

When she
wasn't buying

$800 sandals, it was massages,
facials, fancy spas...

How did she manage that regimen
and her cafe at the same time?

Randall bought her that place
to keep her out of Bendel's.

When that didn't work,

he got fed up and put her
on an allowance, too.

Really put a crimp
in her lifestyle.

She's going to walk away with
a big chunk of his estate now.

I'm sure you told
all of this

to the police who investigated
your brother's murder.

Believe me, I did.

But she had
an iron-clad alibi,

so I guess the bitch
just got lucky.

I talked to Randall Gardner's

T-and-E lawyer.

Belinda stands to inherit
half of his estate.

Which is how much?

Her share comes
to $13 million,

after taxes.

Yeah, but it's
not like she was

cutting coupons while
Gardner was alive.

Despite his best efforts.

He was trying to keep her on
a short leash financially.

So Belinda wanted
off the leash

and Adele Byrne
wanted to punish

her cheating spouse.

They solved each
other's problems.

Quid pro quo.

It's a pretty
ingenious plan.

I'll be damned if they're
going to get away with it.

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here

if you're convinced Adele

didn't kill her husband?

That doesn't mean

we're not going to
prosecuting her.

She cut a few corners
to buy her gun.

Okay, we surrender.
What's the fine?

You take credit cards, right?

We're charging your client

with the murder
of Randall Gardner.

I didn't even know
Randall Gardner.

Why would Adele

murder a man she doesn't know?

She conspired with
Melinda Gardner.

They murdered each
other's husbands.

The slugs in Mr. Gardner
came from your client's .38.

I've never even met the man.

I don't know
anyone named John Byrne.

His wife is a regular
customer of yours.

And that's a crime?

You don't have a murder weapon,

and you have absolutely
no forensics.

For the last time,
that gun was stolen from me.

You have absolutely
no proof

she's the shooter.

Our motion to dismiss

will be on your desk,
end of business.

This is a house
of cards, Your Honor.

The prosecution
against Adele Byrne

is predicated on the one
against Mrs. Gardner.

And the prosecution
against Mrs. Gardner

is meaningless
without Mrs. Byrne.

You seem to have
a Catch-22, Mr. McCoy.

You can't prove one murder

without proving
the other first.

But we can prove them
both at the same time.

CPL 200.40 permits
joinder of defendants

where there's evidence
of a common scheme.

Two murders, one trial.

You can't consolidate
two cases

that couldn't have been
brought individually.

We can if we add a conspiracy
count to both indictments.

Where's the criminal agreement,
Mr. McCoy?

Where's your proof?

He has none.
It's all speculation.

You're going
to dismiss
two murders?

Who said anything
about dismissing?

Apart from the defense lawyers,
I mean.

If Mr. McCoy thinks
he can prove one murder

independent of the other,

I'm more than willing
to let him try.

Separate trials.

Your Honor...

Let the games begin.

Can you convict them

if you try each woman
separately?

I can prove Adele Byrne
shot Randall Gardner.

You can prove somebody
used her gun to shoot him.

The bigger problem is the gun

that Belinda Gardner used
to shoot John Byrne.

You don't have it.

Because she did
a better job ditching it.

Which is why I'll
try Mrs. Gardner last.

That case'll go
a lot easier

after Adele Byrne
gets convicted.

And what if she
gets acquitted?

Have you thought
about that?

I mean, if you lose,

there's not a jury
in the world

that'll convict
Belinda Gardner.

You think I'm putting
all my eggs in one basket.

Consecutive trials
make the first one

an all
or nothing shot.

So why not try them
simultaneously?

Just explain to me how I can
be in two courtrooms at once.

Keep it as simple
as you can.

Adele Byrne's
bullets ended up
in Randall Gardner.

What about you?

At least I have
a murder weapon.

I have motive
and opportunity,

and the circumstances
speak for themselves.

Did you notice
an Arnold Barker

on their witness list?

The director of
the Kent Foundation.

Why is he
on their list?

That's where John Byrne's
girlfriend worked.

Belinda Gardner's lawyer's
going to make an issue

out of John Byrne's
infidelities.

To create
reasonable doubt?

When all else fails,
blame the other woman.

Do you recognize

what's been
previously introduced

as People's Six,
Mr. Gondrezek?

Yeah, that's the gun I sold.

A Smith & Wesson .38.

Is the person you
sold the gun to

in the courtroom today?

She's sitting right there.

Let the record
reflect the witness

is indicating the
defendant, Adele Byrne.

Do you have sales records
reflecting this transaction?

Kind of.

My records show that
I sold a gun to myself.

Why did you do that?

She really
didn't

want to buy it
under her own name.

So I bought it for her.

Did you recommend
this model to her?

She came in, asking
for that particular gun.

S&W .38.

She was real specific.

Initially, we suspected

the victim's wife, Adele,
because she purchased

a Smith & Wesson .38
in Vermont.

But you didn't charge her
with Mr. Byrne's murder?

Our ballistics
established

that her gun didn't match.

It did, however,
match the bullet

found in Randall Gardner.

The husband of
the defendant.

How did this change
your theory

about John
Byrne's murder?

Well, we considered
the possibility

that the two wives killed
each other's husbands.

And what connection,
if any,

were you able to establish

between the defendant
and Adele Byrne to support that?

Well, one thing is, Mrs. Byrne

goes to the defendant's cafe
three times a week.

The other
thing is

that the defendant's
husband was killed

the same week
as Mr. Byrne.

How?

He was shot.

Also with a .38.

So, Detective,
by your logic,

since I also frequent
Gardner's Cafe,

if my wife turns up dead,

I can expect a visit
from the police.

You can if you purchased
a murder weapon.

Well, did you find the gun

that you allege my client used
to kill John Byrne?

No.

Oh, so, in other words,

the only evidence
that you have against my client

is that Adele Byrne
bought a gun.

A person who is
not on trial in
this courtroom.

Tell me, Detective,
um, did Mrs. Byrne offer

an explanation
for that purchase?

She said she bought it
for protection.

There's been a lot of stuff
in the papers lately

about home invasions, rapes...

John worked late a lot.

I was home alone.

I was scared.

Had you ever fired
a gun before?

No. And I still haven't.

The gun was stolen
a few weeks after I got it.

I reported it to the police.

The prosecution
contends you used it

to shoot Randall Gardner.

I never even met
the man.

And Belinda Gardner?

Sure, I-I went into her cafe,
but the only time

I ever talked to her
was to order coffee.

Mrs. Byrne,
did you conspire with her

to kill each other's husbands?

Absolutely not.

And where
were you

at the time
Randall Gardner was shot?

I was at work in Riverside Park.

Where the police found
the murder weapon?

It's a big public park,
Ms. Southerlyn.

So, it's just a coincidence

that Randall Gardner was killed
with your gun?

It's a violent city.

That's why I bought the gun
in the first place.

The gun that you claim
was stolen?

It was.

I filed a report
with the police.

Yeah, you covered
all of your bases.

Objection!

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Well, there's nothing in
that report about a gun.

You reported that
your purse was stolen.

Why didn't you mention
the gun to the police?

I didn't want to admit
that I'd bought a gun illegally.

Okay, so that's one felony
you admit to lying about.

Does it get easier
the second time around?

Objection!

Sustained.

Manners, Ms. Southerlyn.

Actually, that's not
the only lie you told, was it?

You also told the police
that you didn't know

that your husband was
being unfaithful to you.

I didn't think
John's infidelities

had anything to do
with his murder.

Except to give you
a motive to kill him.

Your Honor?

Do you know a woman

named Gloria Regelson,
Mr. Barker?

She's a secretary who works
with me at the Kent Foundation.

And, um,
what was her relationship

with the victim, John Byrne?

John delivered
packages

to our office on a daily basis.

I've since learned
that Gloria was having

a romantic relationship

with him.

Did you ever see them together,
Mr. Barker?

I saw them leaving
the building together once.

I didn't think much of it
at the time,

but in retrospect,
they were acting...

rather friendly.

Ah.

I, um... want to direct
your attention,

Mr. Barker, to April 20.

That's the day
after the victim

in this case
was murdered.

Anything unusual happen
at the Kent Foundation?

A member
of our custodial staff

came to me and reported
that he'd found a gun

in a trash can.

It had been stuffed
in the bottom

of the can,
wrapped in a brown paper bag.

Did Gloria Regelson have access
to this trash can?

Of course.

I see. What,
if anything,

did you do with
this gun, Mr. Barker?

The only thing
I could think to do.

I reported it to the police,
and they took it.

Your Honor, at this time,
the defense moves

to compel the People
to produce the gun

seized by the
NYPD at the
Kent Foundation.

Defense hasn't
established relevance.

A simple ballistics test
will do that.

However, since I do not have
access to the gun,

and the police do...

The People will see to it
that the gun found

at the Kent Foundation's offices

will be produced
for ballistics testing.

So, where the
hell is this gun?

We were able
to locate the gun

at the Property Clerk's office.

A .38 Smith and Wesson.

Great. What'd
the ballistics test show?

Just what the defense wanted.

The gun found
at the Kent Foundation

was used to shoot John Byrne.

Can we tie it
to Belinda Gardner?

Believe me, I tried.

The trash can
where the gun was found

was in an area
open to the public

that got
a lot of foot traffic.

So, Belinda Gardner

could have planted the gun.

If only I could prove it.

None of the staff remembers
seeing her.

I'm sure
the gun's untraceable.

The serial number
was filed off.

Probably bought
on the street.

Well, you've
got to give

these girls credit
for one thing.

They sure weren't standing
behind the door

when the Good Lord handed out
the brains.

Gloria Regelson
is the perfect patsy.

She had an affair with Byrne,

and now the murder weapon
turns up at her workplace.

A fact that I'm sure
you'll address on cross.

For all the good
it'll do.

I hope your trial's
going better.

It'd be hard for it not to.

How about a continuance
to buy yourself time to prove

that Belinda Gardner
planted the gun?

They don't grant continuances

just because you're getting
your butt kicked.

Now, it's time for both of you
to face the music.

Mr. Foreperson,
has the jury reached a verdict?

Yes, we have,
Your Honor.

We find the Defendant,

Adele Byrne, guilty
of second degree murder.

Has the Jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

In the matter of
The People v. Belinda Gardner,

we find the Defendant not guilty

on all counts.

I suppose you're about to say
the glass is half full.

You knew it was going
to be a tough case
from the start, Jack.

Don't count me out yet.

I've still got
one more at-bat.

The ink on the verdict

is barely dry,
and here you are, gloating.

We're not here for that.

This isn't
quite over yet.

You're damn right,
it isn't.

I've informed Adele she has
numerous grounds for appeal.

I'm hard-pressed
to think of a single one.

The only hope
your client has

is leniency at sentencing.

Belinda Gardner,
on the other hand,

is celebrating
at the Four Seasons.

We're not conceding
any relationship
with Mrs. Gardner.

Too bad.

I was hoping
to get a question answered.

Specifically, how did they
choose Belinda Gardner's gun

as the one to plant
at the Kent Foundation,

when they could
just as easily
have planted Adele's?

How'd that work, Ms. Byrne?

Belinda Gardner gets the patsy

while the working girl gets
25 to life?

Does that seem fair
to you?

I suppose...

you can always take
your chances on appeal.

What do you want to know,
Mr. McCoy?

Your Honor,
this is outrageous.

Double jeopardy
protects my client

from further prosecution.

Jeopardy only attached
as to John Byrne's murder.

We're indicting
Mrs. Gardner

for the murder
of her husband.

Which is even
more ridiculous,

considering Belinda Gardner
didn't murder her husband.

A jury just concluded
Adele Byrne did.

Mrs. Gardner didn't have
to pull the trigger.

In fact,
we're going to up the ante.

We're charging her
with Murder, First Degree.

Oh, this should be good.

In fact, it'd better be.

First Degree Murder
includes murder for hire

and applies to both the shooter
and the contracting party.

Where the murder is for--
and I quote--

"pecuniary gain,"
which means money.

Or did the laws
change while
I was asleep?

People v. American Motor Club.
And I quote:

"The benefit
of 'pecuniary value'

need not be money."

It includes any service
with monetary value.

Oh, so murder for hire
is a service?

Is that what you think?

No, I've prosecuted
enough hit men,

I know for certain.

And there's no requirement
the service be legal.

Contract killings in exchange
for drugs, for example.

I have to agree.

Motion granted.

They've got you, Mr. Solomon.

When Adele Byrne comes up
for sentencing,

we're recommending
20 to life.

What's good for the goose...

Sure beats
life without parole.

Fine.

12 people still acquitted me.

Yeah.

That's gotta burn.

Once that guilty verdict
came in...

Belinda Gardner
had to know

that Adele Byrne was
going to give her up.

That was the fatal flaw
in their whole scheme.

They were strangers.

Now, it's nice
to go out on a win.

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