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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.

ding!

Oh, my God!

No! No!

Greg Emerson, 50.

Venture capitalist.
Owns his own firm.

Business must've been good.

Any idea on how
the killer got in or out?

There's no sign
of forced entry.

He could've gone
out the front.

The deadbolt was off, and
the door locks from behind you.

Is there an
alarm system?

Housekeeper said it was off
when she came in this morning.

Was there anybody else
in the house?

Mrs. Emerson's
away for the weekend.

We're tryin'
to reach her.

We're still waitin'
on the M.E.

Not that we need anybody
to tell us how this guy died.

We're Homicide detectives.

We don't assume anything,
and neither should you.

There's a safe in the closet,
and it's open.

There's not much left.

Some bonds,
a little jewelry.

Well, maybe Mrs. Emerson
can tell us what was in there.

Hey.

The bed is stripped,
and the sheets are missing.

What are you thinking?

Maybe he carried awy
bloody evidence in the sheet.

Along with what
was in that safe.

Well, why leave
the weapon?

Panic.

We should talk
to the housekeeper,

see what she has to say.

Empty safe, rich victim.
It's a burglary, right?

What did I tell you
about assuming?

when you come ?

Uh, Mr. Emerson gets up early.
He turns it off.

Unless he's away.

So you know the code.

It's like a PIN number,
you know?

And I have my own.

Does anyone else have one?

Besides Mr. and Mrs. Emerson?
No.

When was the last time
you saw Mr. Emerson?

Yesterday morning.

Sunday is my night off.
I go home.

And was the bed made
in the master bedroom?

Yeah, I made it
before I left.

And how about
that safe upstairs?

Do you have any idea
at all what they kept in it?

No, sorry. No idea.

Did you notice
anything else missing?

Jewelry, money, art, silver.
Anything?

Uh, no. I took a look around,
but I didn't see anything.

When did Mrs. Emerson leave?

Uh, Saturday morning.

You know where
she was going?

I told the officer,
Massachusetts, the Golden Gate.

It's a spa.

She should be back
this afternoon.

We noticed there was
an art studio upstairs.

She's a painter.

They converted the nursery.

They don't have any kid?

No.

Did they have
a good marriage, Luisa?

I never saw them fight.

I hardly ever drove the two
of them at the same time.

Different interests,
different schedules.

She's a lot younger
than he is--was.

How much younger?

Like, 20 years.

See, that's what I'm sayin'.

Lotta nights, he'd stay in,

and I'd drive her to some
concert or some opening.

Alone?
Sometimes.

Sometimes with friends.

Any special friend?

What do you mean?
You know what he means.

Did either one of them have
a little somethin'-somethin'

goin' on on the side?

Older husband,
younger wife.

Honest, I never got a whiff
of that from either one.

Hey, so where
were you yesterday?

My big day off.

I was home all day.
I was vegin' on the NFL.

You have a key
to the house?

Nope.
No access to the alarm.

The only thing I know
about the alarm

is that he just put
a new one in.

Supposed to be state-of-the-art.

Why did they put
a new one in?

They just did
a major renovation.

Redid the whole place,
top to bottom.

We know from the records

that the system was turned on
last night at 10:00.

Turned off at 11:28.

Do we know by who?

We should, with
the individual PIN codes.

There's a record of whoever
turns the system on and off.

Plus, when it's workin',
24 hour digital surveillance

of all the entries.

Beautiful.

Huh. Look at this.

The hard drive's missing.

What do you mean,
it's missing?

Well, someone removed it.

And without it,
the system's inoperable.

How difficult would it be
to take the hard drive out?

This is a high end,
sophisticated setup.

Well, who would know
where the alarm is,

how to take
the hard drive out?

Besides Mr. and Mrs. Emerson?
Me.

And the people who
helped install it.

I'll give you the name
of the general contractor.

Can't believe this news
about Mr. Emerson.

He was a really nice guy.

Hey, uh, Jimmy?

When you get a second,
can you take this drywall

and bring it over by the front
windows, please? Thanks.

So, uh, let's see.
It was me and my peeps.

Two guys, plus the dude
from Renfield Security

to bring it online
once we put it in.

That was a job,
wiring that house.

Well, we need
the names of the guys

on your crew
that put the alarm in.

Oh, no problem.

Were you the contractor
for the whole renovation?

Oh, yeah.
Start to finish.

We're gonna need a list of
everybody that worked for you,

even if it was
for a day.

Oh yeah, that'll
take some time.

Hey, uh, Mikey,
these are for the new windows.

Thanks.
It was a big job.

16 months, almost 100 guys.

You must have had access to
the house while they were away.

Well, there was a temp PIN,
case we needed to get in.

Once we were done,
they cancelled it,

took us off the system.

And how easy is it
to tamper with that system?

Not hard. Main box is right
where you'd expect it to be--

in a closet by the front door.

Well, let's say you wanted
to take the hard drive out.

Well, you pop it open,
disconnect the drive.

Probably take you five minutes,
you know what you're doin'.

Wouldn't that set off
an alarm signal somewhere else?

As long as the system's
not armed, no.

So you have to turn
the system off

to take the hard drive out.
Right.

And for that,
you need a PIN code.

Correct.

Okay.
Thanks, bro.

So what do we have here?

A robbery gone bad or a homicide
made to look like a robbery?

We don't know yet.

The contractor gave us
a list of everybody working

on the renovation, so now
we're doing background checks.

We also have a call in
to the Manhattan robbery squad,

see if this fits
into any crime patterns

that they might be workin' on.

What about the wife?

The spa confirmed
that she was there all weekend,

but she's on her way
back to the city now.

We're supposed to talk
to her this evening.

All right, in the meantime,

why don't you go
have a talk with the M.E.

No surprise.
Blunt force trauma.

CSU find any prints
on the weapon?

None.
Do you have a time of death?

Uh, say between 11:00
or so Sunday night

and 12:30,
1:00 Monday morning.

Well, that fits
the timeline on the alarm.

The company said it was turned
off Sunday evening at 11:30.

Hm. He was struck
several times from behind.

He was probably standing
when he suffered the first blow.

I'd say the killer was
left-handed, male,

and at least six feet tall.

Any signs of a struggle?
No.

The first blow alone was enough
to knock him unconscious.

But the killer
kept hittin' him.

Seven more times.

Probably while he was
lyin' on the floor.

Well, burglars don't
usually do that.

The good ones?
You never knew they were there.

Somebody didn't like this dude.

There's nearly $200,000 missing
from the bedroom safe,

and most of my jewelry.

$200,000 cash.
Didn't your husband trust banks?

Well, Greg didn't feel secure

unless he had
a lot of cash on hand.

Especially after 9/11.

He would say, "What if
there's a terrorist attack,

and the worldwide
banking system fails?"

And I'd say, "Honestly,
darling, what if?"

You jewelry.
What was it worth?

Several million, give or take.

Who else knew about the safe?

Just me and Greg.

Poor Greg.

What a horrible thing
to have happen.

All preliminary background
checks on the guys

that installed
the security system

came back pretty clean.

Few DWIs, misdemeanors.

Except Kenny Tremont.

I knew it, the contractor.
What's he got?

Assault,
credit card fraud.

I assume she benefits
financially

from her husband's death?

Well, we're assuming
the same thing,

but we gotta run down
the details.

And she couldn't
have been more distraught

if her neighbor's goldfish
went belly-up.

So if Mrs. Emerson
is involved in this,

she hired it done,
or had an accomplice.

Someone who knew how
to beat that security system.

I'm bettin' Kenny Tremont.
All right.

Talk to the housekeeper
and the driver again.

See if they know something
they don't know they know.

All right.

Housekeeper told us
that Kenny Tremont's

been around a lot
in the last few weeks,

even though most
of the work is already done.

Sorry, I never drove
Mr. Tremont and Mrs. Emerson.

You've never seen
them together?

Sure, talking
about the renovation.

Usually she was
chewing him out

over one thing
or another she didn't like.

Hey, wait, she got a temper?

Oh, yeah.

One time, she burned
all of Mr. Emerson's suits

and threw his desk
out an upstairs window.

That kinda thing
happen a lot?

She has a short fuse.

Hey, so when you drive her,
where do you normally go?

Shopping, mostly.

And what, you just
sit around and wait?

Usually I drop her off
and come back.

The woman is a world-class
shopper. She can shop for hours.

She have any, uh,
favorite destination lately?

Well, there's this
one place on Madison.

All these shoes.
Shoes are like crack to women.

Hey, with me,
it's shirts and ties.

Gentlemen,
can I help you?

Yes, I'm Detective Fontana,
this is Detective Green.

New York City
Police Department.

Yeah, we need to ask you
about one of your customers.

Marley Emerson?

Oh, such a shame
what happened to her husband.

You don't expect that kind
of thing in this neighborhood.

Yeah, when was the last time
she was in here?

Let's see.
She was just in--

It was probably last week.

No, I think it was
two or three months ago now.

Eh--Lemme check my records.

If you'll excuse me
just a minute.

Two or three months ago?

If she wasn't buyin' shoes,
what was she doin'?

She's a rich woman.

She can do whatever
the hell she wants to do.

N.

It was longer
than that, in fact.

Closer to six months.

Okay, thank you.
Although...

she did just have something
delivered two weeks ago.

A pair of alligator pumps.

Delivered to her home?

Uh, no. To the Hotel Daniel.

Just across the street
and down the block.

I'd hate to violate the privacy
of one of our guests.

No, it's okay.
We're authorized.

Several afternoons a week
for the last year and a half,

they order room service,
a bottle of wine.

Yeah.

That's the gentleman.
I don't know his name.

Who pays?
She does.

Cash.

That's nice work,
if you can get it.

Can you give us
a printout of the charges?

Detectives,
are you threatening me

with a subpoena
if I don't comply?

Why, yes, ma'am,
we certainly are.

In that case,
and under duress...

Your objectin
is duly note.

This may take a while.

Mrs. Emerson's charges
are quite extensive.

Several hundred
thousand dollars worth.

That's a helluva
lot of room service.

I sure hope he was worth it.

The people we talked to said

that she was a struggling artist
when she met Greg Emerson.

She married up?

Well, yeah, way up.

The dude's a billionaire.
And she's from Cincinnati.

Her father worked
in an art museum there.

Well, when did she start having
this affair with the contactor?

According to
the hotel records,

three weeks after they started
the renovation on the townhouse.

And no one knew?

Apparently, they were pretty
discreet about the whole thing.

All right, look into his alibi
for the night of the murder

and talk with some
of her girlfriends.

If she was havin' an affair,
I bet one of them knew.

You forgot to mention that you
were sleeping with Mrs. Emerson

and that you have
a criminal record

and you knew how
to take out that alarm.

You can't prove I had
anything to do with it.

Oh, we're
halfway there, bro.

We have motive,
we have opportunity.

So let's hear your alibi
for Sunday night.

I grabbed a bite with my
girlfriend and went to a movie.

The Sunshine down on Houston.
This French flick.

I still got the ticket stubs.
Yeah, yeah.

How about
after the movie?

After the movie, we, uh,
walked down to Little Italy,

grabbed some cannolis
and caps at Ferrara's

and then walked back
to her place.

And you were with her all night.
All night.

Okay, so now we need your
girlfriend's name and number.

Fine.
Linda Ziman.

Lives down on Ludlow Street.
And she'll vouch.

I'm sure she will.

Look, guys, I didn't do it.

So you can't prove that I did.

We got some dessert
in Little Italy.

Where?

Uh, that big place
on Hester Street?

I can't remember the name.
Ferrari's?

Ferarra's.
That's it.

Uh, Kenny told us
that the two of you

ran into a friend
of his at Ferrara's.

Did you happen
to remember his name?

Oh, right, right.

Um, it was a friend
of his from work.

I can't remember his name.

He ever talk to you
about the Emersons?

He said they were nice.

Nice enough, for rich people.

Yeah, he spent
a lot of time over there.

Well, it was a big job.

He spent a lot of time
with Mrs. Emerson.

Well, she was in charge.

You should ask your boyfriend
about the Hotel Daniel.

Hotel Daniel?

Yeah, him and Mrs. Emerson

had a lot of meetings there.

Middle of the afternoon
meetings.

Look, if you change your story,
give us a call, all right?

Thank you.

I've known Marley since she
first came to New York.

We were both waiting tables
in the East Village.

Greg used to come downtown,
mingle with the bohemians.

They, um, they hit it off.

You were together
all weekend?

We used to go to the Golden Gate
two, three times a year.

I know it well.

Has the best wraps and peels
on the East Coast.

She ever talk
about her husband?

Uh, they had their ups and
downs, like any married couple.

Did you know she was
having an affair?

Um...
With Kenny Tremont.

Oh, God.

She swore me to secrecy.

Um, but if you
already know...

What did she tell you?

Um, she'd been seeing him
for a while.

And that the sex
was to die for.

She ever talk about
leaving her husband?

Oh, she wouldn't
have done that.

She liked being
Mrs. Greg Emerson too much.

Really? Well, that's not
the information we got.

She may not have liked
Greg that much,

but she never
would've divorced him.

She would've lost her place.

In the art world.

Mr. Emerson know
about the affair?

She said no.

But she didn't care
if he did.

He was having
one of his own.

I thought you were investigating
the possibility of a burglar.

Well, we are, but
now that we know

that you and Kenny Tremont
are having an affair...

We like Kenny
as the burglar,

and we think that you gave him
a key and a code to the alarm.

That is ridiculous.

Is it?
He knows the system.

He knows the hard drive
needs to be taken care of.

Kenny was with
his girlfriend that night.

How would you know
something like that?

Because he called to say
how sorry he was about Greg.

Came up in the conversation.

How's that sit with you,
him having a girlfriend?

Well, I was hardly
in a position to complain.

Look, Kenny is, um, fun.

He's my boy toy. And my husband
didn't really like to have sex.

At least not with me, so...

Wait, we hear that he was
having an affair too.

Who have you been talking to?

Look, give us a name.
We need to check it out.

I would love to, but I have
no idea what their names were.

And I doubt he did
either most of the time.

Did she say he was
into rough trade?

According to her,
he'd pick up guys

and bring 'em home
when she wasn't there.

And when she was?

We're lookin' into his
financials and his phone records

to see if anything pops, like
maybe a hotel or an apartment

that she didn't know about,
but so far, nothin' has.

And you talked to her
housekeeper and the driver.

Yeah, both of 'em swear
that they never saw him

pick anybody up or bring
anybody home, male or female.

Detective. Latent's done running
the prints from the townhouse.

Mr. Tremont's prints
are everywhere.

Yeah, well, he's been
workin' on the house

for the last year and a half.

But there's
a very clear print

on the security system
alarm pad.

Well, he put the system in,
and he's got a PIN code.

And you can't date
fingerprints.

But it's on
the deactivate button.

It shoulda been obliterated
from subsequent use by now.

Unless...he was the last one
to turn it off.

Precisely.

You rock, Beck.
Thank you, man.

With his record, we might
be able to get a warrant.

Well, let's get
a friendly judge.

If we can't, I have
an old one in my locker.

Not everybody
reads the fine print.

You guys gonna
put everything back?

Nah, that's your problem.

That doesn't seem fair.

The fourth amendment
protects you

against unlawful
search and seizure.

It doesn't say anything
about being neat.

Hey, Detective.

What's this?

Looks like a hard drive, Kenny.

Why would an innocent man

have something like that
squirreled away?

It's for my laptop.

Prove it.

Well, what do you say,
Casanova?

You wanna change your story?

The lab tells us that
the hard drive that we found

was from Emerson's
security system.

You know, the systm
that you helped to instal.

Your print was on
the alarm pad, which means

you were the last person
to turn off the alarm.

Let's see what we've got here.

We've got means, motive,
and opportunity.

Certainly enough
to send you away

for the rest
of your stinkin' life.

Okay, okay, look.

She asked me to take it out.
The hard drive.

Mrs. Emerson?

Yeah.
Y'know, she was nervous.

Her husband was
away on business a lot.

She said it wasn't
workin' right.

She asked me to take
a look at it.

That's why my print's
on the pad.

Come on, Kenny.

You can do better than that!

It's true, okay?

I came by Saturday morning,

before she left
for Massachusetts.

Now, we know that's not true

because the alarm was
still on on Sunday night.

Mr. Emerson turned on
that alarm at 10:00,

and you turned it off
an hour and a half later,

just in time to kill him.

Now, if you wanna work on
your story, start from scratch,

we can forget about all those
lies you just been tellin' us.

Hey, Joe.

Think about it.

What's up?
Crime lab just called.

Hard drive's been erased.

Did he admit anything?

He admits the affair.
They both do.

And his story about when and how
he removed the hard drive

from the security system?

She corroborates
what he says, of course,

but it doesn't hold water.

The monitoring company records
contradict everything they say.

So she's involved too.

She'd have to be. How else
would he get in the house?

And why would he do it,
unless she was gonna give him

a piece of what she got
when her husband got 86'd.

Or maybe he just
assumed she would.

What are you sayin'?

He just went out
and killed him on his own?

Well, he makes it
look like a burglary.

Now she's a widow.
Who does she turn to?

Her boyfriend.
Yeah.

So can we arrest him?

You should start playin'
'em against each other.

Poke a little hole
in his alibi first.

I'm willing to bet one of them
will sell out the other.

He said he'd never been
to the Daniel Hotel,

or whatever it's called.

Did you ask him about
his affair with Mrs. Emerson?

He said there wasn't one.

Except employer/employee.

Look, Linda.

The reality is, they went
to that hotel four times a week

for the last year and a half.

We could show you copies
of the bills, if you want.

Here's the deal:

Kenny is gonna be arrested
for the murder of Greg Emerson.

No.
Oh, yes, he is.

And when all
the details come out

about his affair
with Mrs. Emerson,

your picture's gonna be
in the news too.

And you might have to
give a deposition,

maybe even testify.

And if you don't tell
the truth, it's perjury.

And instead of just Kenny
goin' to jail...

you go to jail too.

So the real question is,
do you wanna go to jail

for a punk like Kenny?

I mean...

He was cheatin' on you
with Mrs. Emerson.

How many other women
you think he got?

Oh, no.
Oh, yeah.

You're under arrest for the
murder of Gregory Emerson.

I didn't do it.

That's not what
your girlfriend says.

My girlfriend?

Yeah, you know, the one you were
cheating on with Mrs. Emerson.

Yeah, we just came back
from talking to her.

And guess what?
She changed her tune completely.

She says you never ate
a cannoli that night.

Bitch.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can be used...

One count of murder
in the second degree.

Mr. Solomon?
Not guilty, Your Honor.

Ms. Southerlyn.

The people seek remand,
Your Honor.

Mr. Solomon,
your views on bail.

Since this is not a Murder One
charge, Your Honor,

we believe reasonable
bail is in order.

The defendant has a prior

serious criminal record,
Your Honor.

Two felony convictions.

As stated,
the People oppose bail.

Just entertain
the notion for a moment.

I think $1 million
seems reasonable.

Your honor,
Mr. Tremont does not

have access
to those sorts of funds.

He does, by virtue

of his relationship
with Mrs. Gregory Emerson.

District attorney's assertions
are unfounded, Your Honor.

Nonetheless, bail is set
at one million.

Cash or bond.

You might as well remand him.

If that's what you want.

We will take the bail,
Your Honor.

bam!

We know you didn't
do it alone, Mr. Tremont.

He didn't do it
at all, Jack.

That's right,
I didn't.

Let's talk about Mrs. Emerson.

She posted bail
for you, I see.

Speaking of Mrs. Emerso,

she's the one who benefits
from her husband's death,

not my client.

If she was involved, we're dying
to hear about it, Mr. Tremont.

Do you really think
that she'll be

waiting for you
when all of this is over?

I don't know who killed
Mr. Emerson.

It wasn't me.

Think about making a deal,
Mr. Tremont.

This is a heavy charge.

We can make it
a little lighter for you,

if you don't insist on carrying
all the weight yourself.

Aaron.
Jack, Serena.

You think he'll
hold the line?

Takes two to keep
a secret like that.

Allow us, my man.

Detective.
Ma'am.

The district attorney
would like to see you.

Am I under arrest?

You have information regarding
the murder of your husband.

I don't have any information
regarding Greg's murder.

You did lie to us about giving
your boyfriend that hard drive.

Oh, I--Kenny.
It was his idea.

You can save all that
for the prosecutor.

D'you mind?

You can call
your lawyer from the car.

What are you offering,
Mr. McCoy?

In exchange for her truthful
testimony against Mr. Tremont,

Hindering Prosecution.

She does one to three years.

Six months.

I'll think about it.

In a minimum
security facility.

That, I'll agree to.
Bail?

$1 millio.
She surrenders her passpor.

House arrest.

No house arrest.

That's not negotiable.

Kenny told me he did it.

You made the right choice,
Mrs. Emerson.

Did I?
Absolutely.

I hope so.

Kenny?

Uh, Marley.

How you doin'?

Mr. McCoy, Miss Southerlyn.

We'll be in touc.

Mr. Tremont.
Mr. Solomon.

Thank you for coming back
on such short notice.

What is she doing here?

She's just agreed
to testify

against you before
the grand jury.

Really?

I don't think she'd do that.

We haven't worked out all
the details yet, Mr. Tremont,

but she's looking at
somewhere between six months

and three years
for Hindering Prosecution.

And you're looking at
20 to life for Murder Two.

Doesn't seem equitable,
does it?

Now's your chance to tell us
if she was involved.

Kenn?

I don't care what she says.
I didn't do it.

I don't know anything
about what happened that night.

He told me that he wanted
us to be together.

I had no idea he was
planning to kill Greg.

You had no part
in the planning of this crime?

No.

How did he get
into the house?

He had a key.

He must've used my access code
to shut off the alarm.

He said you met him
the day before the murder

and asked him to take
the hard drive

from the security system
and repair it.

That isn't true.

He told me that he
did that Sunday night

when he killed Greg.

But when the police
asked about that,

you confirmed
Mr. Tremont's story.

I lied for him.

If you had no part in i,

why didn't you come forward?

Why conspire with him
afterward to cover it up?

I was horrified
by what Kenny did.

And I never had any intention
of anything like this happening.

I wasn't even thinking
of divorcing Greg.

But I loved Kenny.

And what was done was done.

Going to the police wasn't
going to bring Greg back.

You say you loved Mr. Tremont.

Yes.

Tell us truthfull,
Mrs. Emerson-

you're under oath--

Did you love him enough

to conspire with him
to kill your husband?

He did that all on his own.

The defendant told us that
Mrs. Emerson had given

him the hard drive
on Saturday,

the day before the murder,
for some repairs.

Did you investigate his story?

We contacted the company
that monitors the alarm system,

and they confirmed that
the system was activated

and then deactivated
on Sunday night.

So the hard drive could nt

have been removed on Saturday,
as he claimed.

That's correct.

Nothing further.

You investigated
every lead?

We looked into a number
of possibilities

suggested by the evidence.

Such as?

Open robbery
and burglary cases.

We conducted
extensive background checks

on everyone that worked
in the Emerson townhome.

And you settled on my client

largely because of his affair
with Mrs. Emerson.

That, and his intimate
knowledge of the alarm system,

and, of course, his extensive
criminal background.

Your Honor.

Please strike
the witness's last remark.

The jury will disregard.

When you, uh,
when you spoke

with Mrs. Emerson
about their affair,

did she acknowledge it?

Yes, she did.

Did she say anything else
on the subject

of fidelity in her marriage?

She said that her husband was
having some affairs of his own.

Objection. Relevance.

Your Honor, if the police, in
their zeal to convict my client,

have overlooked a promising
avenue of investigation--

I'll allow it, subject
to Mrs. Emerson's corroboration,

but confine yourself to what
she told Detective Fontana.

She told you her husband
had affairs with other women?

No. With other men.

W--

Well, did she say anything
about these affairs?

Yes. Uh, she said that he, uh,
enjoyed the rough trade.

W--Rough trade?

Sex with strangers
of a physical nature.

Physica?
You mean violen.

Well, that's your word,
counselor, not mine.

Well, did you look into this?
We did.

And we didn't find any evidence
of Mrs. Emerson's allegations.

In the course
of your investigation

of the crime scene,
you determined

that the sheets
on the bed were missing.

That's right,
the bed had been stripped.

And your deduction?

Well, there was a lot of blood.
An awful lot of blood.

We believe that the killer

was wearing an extra set of
clothes that he stripped off,

bundled up into the sheets
to get rid of evidence,

as well as carry away
the money and the jewelry.

Or maybe it was
another kind of DNA

he was interested in concealing.

Objection!
Semen, perhaps.

Sustained. Don't try
my patience, Mr. Solomon.

Your Honor.

Lieutenant, it's for you.
Line two.

Van Buren.

I'd say between 8:00
and 10:00 last night.

Autopsy's just a formality.

That cherry red color?

It's carbon monoxide poisonin,
no questio.

It was an acciden?
Pleas.

That's what it's
supposed to look like.

Do they have
a new heating system?

Yeah, recently installed

by the guy she was
gonna testify against.

You'll let me know.

Me too.

Yeah.
We'll let you know.

ect te.

We have her
grand jury testimony.

Tremont's attorney is moving
to dismiss the charges.

We know this wasn't
an accident.

The M.E. says
that this could be

the result
of a new heating system.

Which Kenny Tremont installed.

He'd know how to sabotage it.

It just happened to be the
housekeeper's night off again.

Dangerous night
at the Emerson household.

Good luck with
your dismissal hearing.

Mrs. Emerson's
unfortunate demise renders

it impossible for the people
to convict my client.

Unfortunately, your client
probably killed her.

Unless Ms. Southerlyn can back
that up with some evidence...

Mr. McCoy, can you continue
without the witness?

Difficult, Your Honor,
but not impossible.

And People v. Hellendbrand
permits us to use

a witness's
grand jury testimony.

When it can be demonstrated that
the witness's unavailability

was caused by the defendant.

How much clearer can it be?

Are you asking me to prove
that your client killed

Mrs. Emerson before I can prove
that he killed Mr. Emerson?

At the moment, Your Honor,

there's not even a ruling
from the medical examiner

that Mrs. Emerson's death
was a homicide.

Is there any proof

that Mr. Tremont
is involved in any way

with Mrs. Emerson's demise,
accidental or otherwise?

We're investigating
Mr. Tremont right now.

In other words, no.

If you can give us
just a little more time.

No, Mr. McCoy, I can't hold
the jury indefinitely

while you look for evidence.

I'm sorry, but,
absent that evidence,

the grand jury
testimony is out.

I'm going to dismiss the charges
against the defendant

and I'm releasing him
from custody.

So he can't be retried.

The courts.
Who can figure 'em out?

There was no way this
particular judge was gonna

hold a jury while we finished
our investigation.

What'd you guys find
on Mrs. Emerson's death?

Well, it's
just like we thought.

The leak was caused
by a loose connection.

Deliberate?

Well, you can never prove
it definitively,

but these connections
just don't come loose

by themselves
after a couple of months.

And his fingerprints
are everywhere?

They're all over place.

The arrogant sonofabitch didn't
even bother to put on gloves.

He mighta slipped up this time,
though, 'cause CSU found

a little drop of blood
on the exhaust flange,

just above
that loose connection.

So if he cut himself,
and it's his DNA--

It's a start.
How did he get in again?

The alarm was off.
There was no forced entry.

We figure, she must've
let him in again.

What about his alibi?

We were just gonna go
check that out.

Excuse me.

I was with my girlfriend.

Again?
Player.

Which one this time?

Uh, my new one, Tina.

She's a bartender
in the East Village.

This guy is amazing.

He has an endless supply
of alibi girlfriends.

I was hangin' out with her
at the bar all night.

Hey, did anybody else
see you hangin'?

Well, it was Sunday night,
so it wasn't really that busy.

Nobody I know. I mean,
they were strangers, so...

Friendly guy like you.
You ain't talked to nobody?

Just Tina.
But hey, talk to her.

Yeah, yeah, we know.
She can vouch for you.

Need to wipe that smirk
off your face.

We ain't done
with you yet.

Excuse me.

Yeah.
Kenny was in here all night.

Sat down at the end
of the bar.

All night, huh?

Tina? Do you have
any regular customers?

Yeah, sure.

Any of them here
on Sunday night?

Uh, lemme think.

We need one of them
to corroborate your story.

What do you mean?

Well, what he means is, is that
we need someone besides yourself

to tell us
that Kenny was sittin'

down at that bar
all night, drinkin'.

Well, um, I don't think
that I knew

anybody else that came
in that night, so...

Okay. What's your manger's
name and number?

What for?

Well, maybe your manager
can remember

who was here on Sunday night

and if anybody saw Kenny
at the end of the bar.

All right, so I showed Kenny's
photo to a half a dozen patrons.

Anybody remember hi?

No. But nobody could swear
he wasn't there, either.

What about you?

The medical examiner's
office called.

The blood they found on the
flange was definitely Tremont's,

and it was less than a week old
when they collected it.

That's good.

Good enough for the medical
examiner to call it a homicide.

That puts him in the basement
after the trial started,

just before she was supposed
to testify against him.

Add that to his shaky alibi--

Let's call the D.A.

We can show that Mr. Tremont
had the opportunity

to sabotage the heater
in the Emerson mansion,

and that he murdered
Mrs. Emerson

to keep her from
testifying against him.

The People can't even prove

that Mrs. Emerson's death
was a homicide,

much less that the heater
was tampered with

or that my cliet
did the tamperin.

We have DNA evidence
that places him in the basement

at the time and on the site
of the loosened connection

that caused the fatal leak.

Mr. Tremont did extensive
work on the premises,

and it's our contention
the bloodstain dates

well before
Mrs. Emerson's death.

We think no.

You honor,
the fact that Mrs. Emerson

testified against the defendant

and was going to appear
as a key witness against him

should be sufficient to allow

her grand jury
testimony to come in.

The probative value
of her testimony

is far outweighed
by the prejudice to the client.

Judge, People V. Molineaux--

You can allow us
to paint a broad picture.

At least permit us
to establish motive.

If you plan on convicting
my client before the trial--

Relax, counselor.

I'll limit Mr. McCoy
to the broad strokes.

You can establish
that Mrs. Emerson

was going to testify

against Tremot
in a serious criminal matte.

But no details.
Nothing of the crime itself.

If you allw
Mr. McCoy to refr

to refer to a "serious
criminal matter,"

then everyone's going to know
what he's talking about.

Unless you've been
living in a cave.

And what would you suggest,
Mr. Solomon?

A change of venue.

The crime occurred
in this jurisdiction.

It ought to be tried here.

You can relax too, Mr. McCoy.

A more extensive and thorough
voir dire should suffie

to impanel an objective jury.

The DNA found from the blood
on the exhaust flange

matched the defendant's,
Mr. Tremont.

Were you able to determine

when that blood was left
at that site?

Well, based on the size
of the bloodstain

and the environment
that it was in,

the high ambient temperature,

and plus the fact
that we were still able

to extract the DNA
from the sample,

it couldn't have been there
for more than a week.

Dating bloodstains.

It's not a very accurate
or definitive science.

No, studies have shown

that bloodstains
can be accurately dated.

Accurate within a week.
Yes.

Even though the blood sample
was left on a heating system,

and heat destroys DNA.

Yes.

Even that estimate could easily
place the sample on the flange

up to a week before
Mrs. Emerson's death.

Yes.

Nothing further.

The People rest, Your Honor.

Mr. Solomon.

We'd like to move for dismissal
of all charges, Your Honor.

The People have failed to meet
the minimal threshold of proof.

Oh, they've done that,
Mr. Solomon. Motion denied.

Recess until 9:00 AM
tomorrow morning.

bam!

For a minute, I thought Solomon
was gonna win another dismissal.

Even though everyone knows
Tremont did it.

Knowin' and provin',
always two different things.

Who's testifyin'
for the defense tomorrow?

His alibi witness.

One of his girlfriends.

Why would anyone
take up with a man

accused of murdering
his lover?

You're not a woman.
I get it.

He's charming, attractive.
He's an outlaw.

He's a classic bad boy.

Wha?

I worked my regular shift,
from 6:00 till closing.

What time did you leave?

Um, about 2:00.
I had to clean up.

Did you see
the defendant that evening?

Kenny came in about 7:0.

Around there, and he sat

right at the end of the bar
till closing.

And then what?
We went home together.

And where was Mr. Tremot
the rest of the evenin?

With me.

The whole time.

You were with Mr. Tremont
all evening.

Ye.

The police were unable

to find anyone who remembered

seeing Mr. Tremont
with you that night.

They remember you,
but not him.

I don't know what to say.

I mean, he was right there
with me the whole time.

How long have you
known Mr. Tremont?

Six months.

Six months.

Then you must've been aware of
his previous legal difficulties.

Your Honor!

You know the parameters,
Mr. McCoy.

Yes, Your Honor.

Witness may answe.

When you met Mr. Tremont,

he was on trial
for a serious offense.

Y-Yes, I knew that.

And were you aware

that before her death,

Mrs. Emerson was scheduled
to testify against him?

Yes.

And were you also aware

of the exact nature
of the criminal matter

Mr. Tremont was on trial for?

Yes.

And that Mr. Tremont
and Mrs. Emerson had been

in an intimate relationship?

I read the papers.
Watch the news.

Did Mr. Tremont
ever talk to you

about his relationship
with Mrs. Emerson?

Mr. Solomon--

Objection, Your Honor.

Mr. McCoy's question
is vast.

Without limit or focus.

Relax, Mr. Solomon.

Mr. McCoy,

please confine your questions
about the relationship

to the period prior

to the aforementioned
legal proceedings.

Did Mr. Tremont tell you
how their relationship began?

Um--
He--He said that they

started seeing each other after
he started working for her.

And did he tell you
how he felt about her?

He said he liked her okay.

Did Mr. Tremont voice

a different opinion
about Mrs. Emerson

when he learned that she was
going to testify against him?

Objection!

Move on, Mr. McCoy.

Did Mr. Tremont ever express

anger or resentment
against Mrs. Emerson?

Your Honor.

Please answer the question.

Y--Uh...yes.
I guess so, yes.

What did he say?

He said that she
ruined his life.

Ruined his life?
Did he say how?

I-I...I didn't know
what he meant, I swear.

Can you tell us
what he said?

Um...

He said that, um...

that it was her idea
from beginning, and, um,

he just did what she wanted.

Objection!
Objection, Your Honor!

Counsel will see me in chambers.

Your Honor, I move
for an immediate mistrial.

She's your witness,
Mr. Solomon.

I merely asked a question.

Perfectly proper
cross-examination.

She just about accused my client
of conspiring with Mrs. Emerson.

Actually, Judge,
that's exactly what she did.

Your Honor,
this is too damaging.

Now, you told Mr. McCoy
to stay within parameters.

If Tremont and Mrs. Emerson

were in on her husband's
death all along...

Your Honor, my client's
not on trial

for the murder
of Mr. Emerson.

True enough,
but if Mrs. Emerson

was a co-conspirator
in her husband's death,

the jury has a right
to know the details.

You opened the flood gates,
Mr. Solomon.

The grand jury minutes,
her sworn statements.

It all comes in.
Everything.

Your Honor, you can't do this.

I would've designed my case
in an entirely different way.

This is grounds for appeal.

Appeal away, Mr. Solomon.

"What did Mr. Tremont tell you

about the murder
of Mr. Emerson?"

"Kenny told me he did it.

"I didn't ask him to.

"He said he wanted
us to be together.

"I had no idea he was
planning to kill Greg.

He did that all on his own."

The jury came back fast.
Nicely done.

We could still get
reversed on appeal.

Are you worried?

I'm sure Mr. Tremont

has exhausted his
illicit resources by now.

He won't be able
to afford a lawyer

like Solomon
the next time around.

Quite a case.

Sex and money.
Money and sex.

Where would we be
without them?

Out of business.

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