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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.

Most people
aren't allowed in.

But we're special, right?

Used to bring
your father here

when he was your age.

Oh, look, a hawk.
See it?

Grandpa...

Up in the tree.

Grandpa!

Never been in here before.

It's the last private park
in Manhattan.

Yeah, you know, you'd think
it'd really be something.

But it just looks like
another park to me.

What's the big deal?

You tell a New Yorker
they can't go somewhere,

they won't rest
till they do.

Hey, what you got, man?

Female, white.
Maybe late '40s.

No I.D., no purse,
no wallet.

It was a robbery?

It could be, but she's
got diamond earrings on

worth more than my car.

That's a Prada coat
she's wearing.

How long?

Rigor, lividity,
never hit freezing last night--

I'd say 10 hours.

Petechial hemorrhaging,
bruising on the neck.

Swollen lip
and a nice shiner.

She's got a blood stain
on her dress.

It could be blood.
I don't see any lacerations.

Hey, Sarge,
are those your footprints

facing the body?

No, they're not.

Can we get a mold
on those?

And those over there too?

Well, maybe it's
nicer in the spring.

I don't recognize her.

But I knew it was only
a matter of time

before something
horrible happened.

They leave the gate open.

Who's "they"?

Well, the Falls Foundation.

Their benefit dinners?

The director lets
the guests into the park.

It was like Grand Central
last night.

How many key holders
are there?

Well, not many.

That's the point.

A few hundred.

Oh, you have to live
adjacent to the park

and pay a maintenance fee
that isn't cheap.

What time did you see
all these people?

Well, we take a wak

around the perimeter
of the park

from 9:00 to 9:20.

Or Sammy gets upset.

How did you know the people
were from the foundation?

Well, the director
of the Falls Foundation

was right over there,
leading the parade.

Oh, my God.
This is a friend of ours.

Lisa Taylor.
One of our favorite volunteers.

And she was at your benefit
last night?

She was the benefit.

Helped plan it.

Sold two of our most
expensive tables.

"A brighter future
for kids in need."

That's what we do.
The Falls Foundation.

We raise money
for children in need.

Last night's benefit

was for children
affected by the tsunami.

So many orphans.

It's a great cause.

How'd you guys do?

We raised several hundred
thousand dollars.

Listen, we're gonna ned

a list of everybody
that was here last night.

And if you could tell us which
of your guests were in the park.

I wouldn't know that.
I was inside all night.

We have a witness
who saw you in the park.

They're mistaken.
It wasn't me.

She seemd
pretty sur.

Ah, detectives,
my brother Max,

the foundation chairman.

How--how you doing, man?

Um, were you
in the park last night?

I was, uh, in fact,
I was with a few guests.

Everything all right?

The woman they
found murdered--

it was Lisa.

Our Lisa?
Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Her poor husband.

Police?

Well, what am I,
in trouble?

Ah, jeez,
it's almost noon.

Uh, sir, can you just

walk us through
where you were last night?

Why, what's up?
What's going on?

Please, Mr. Taylor,

if you can just
tell us where you were.

I'm the chef
at the Chelsea Steakhouse.

I went in about noon.

What time
did you get home?

3:00 in the morning.

And when was the last
you spoke to you wife?

Lisa? What does she
have to do with this?

Did you see her
when you got in?

Well, I didn't want
to wake her.

She gets up
early for work.

I just hung out on the couch.
I watched a little TV.

I sacked out and slept
right through to--

What's going on?

Maybe--maybe
you should sit down.

Screw that.
Just tell me.

We found your wife's body...
this morning.

Murdered.

The sous chef confirms

that Taylor was working in
that restaurant all night long.

What else?

Crime Scene's working
on some footprints,

and we're waiting to see
if there's any activity

on her missing
credit cards.

And we're still trying
to get a hold

of Cynthia
and Bud Walden.

Taylor says that

they were supposed
to share a taxi home

with his wife
after that benefit.

What about the blood stain
on Mrs. Taylor's dress?

We have to check
with the M.E.

All right.

Cause of death,
strangulation.

Lots of bruising,
no lacerations.

As for the stain,
it is blood,

and it's not the victim's.

Well, could it be
her assailant's?

I doubt it.

It's from
a psoas majoris-bovinis.

What?

It's filet mignon.

With maybe a dash
of mushroom Bordelaise.

She was wearing
her dinner.

Great.

As to whether
she fought off her attacker,

skin and blood
under her nails.

And would that be
human skin?

100%,
and it's not hers.

Soon as the lab gets DNA,
I'll call you.

You know, you could have
told us that in the first place.

It's not as much fun.

Lisa was such an asset
to the foundation.

Head of programming
at Cuisine TV,

so she knew
about food.

Well, no disrespect,

but she didn't
know the difference

between proscuittio
and pastrami.

Bu!

Well, listen, she was
a sharp businesswoman.

I'll give her that.

She knew her way
around a balance sheet.

Her husband said
that you guys

were planning to share
a taxi ride home together?

Yes, we did,
but she left early.

How com?

Well, she got in an argument
with Max Finneran,

our Chairman of the Board.

They really
were into it.

What did they fight about?

Uh, the foundation
board of the directors.

See, Bud is the largest
contributor to the foundation.

Uh, one of the largest.

Uh, naturally
he's on the board.

Lisa wanted to be too,
but Max wouldn't approve her.

Uh, felt
she was disruptive.

And you both
overheard this argument?

I caugt
the tail end of i.

I was in the bathroom.

But if you want
more details,

you can talk to Eugene Syles,
the architect.

He was sitting
at her table.

The argument
had nothing to do

with Lisa wanting to be
on their precious board.

Then what was it about?

Lisa saw an expense report

and got it into her head

the brothers
were padding expenses.

She confronted them?

She confronted Max when he came
to our table to schmooze.

Called him a thief.
He called her a liar.

How did it end?

She said she knew
what was going on

and she wasn't just
going to turn a blind eye,

and then she stomped out.

And what did he do?

He went to find
his brother.

Here we are trying
to help tsunami victims--

orphans, for God's sake--

and they're
at each other's throats.

You kno,
it wouldn't surprise e

if the twins were trying
to cash in on the tsunami.

Aw, me neither.

But, you know, before
we talk to the twins,

it might be
a good idea to know

if there was any evidence

that their fingers
were in the cookie jar.

Well, the attorney general's
got a charity fraud unit.

Let's see what they know
about the Falls Foundation.

Works for me.

20,000 non-profits
report to us,

and we have a grand total
of seven accountants

to review the paperwork.

On paper, mind you.

No computers?

Can you believe it?

Most charities
don't get audited

unless someone on the inside
blows the whistle.

What happens then?
What do you guys look for?

At least 60%
of the money donated

should get to the people
it was meant to help.

Otherwise, that charity
is ineffective.

Maybe worse.

Speaking of which--
Falls Foundation.

Took in $4.6 million
last year.

Gave away 30 grand.

What?

That's far less
than 60%.

What the hell happened
to the rest of the money?

We won't know until
we audit their books.

And that'll take us
some time to put into motion.

This is a homicide
investigation.

I don't follow.

We'll get you
those books.

What the hell is this?

You gotta be kidding me.

Marshal!

What's the story?

Oh, the fire's
point of origin

was the office
of the Falls Foundation.

Of course it was.
So their records and paperwork--

No, most of it's okay.
We got here in time.

I'm sure they'll be glad
to hear about that.

Any idea what caused it?

From the smell
when we got here,

I'd say an accelerant
was used.

Paint thinner, maybe.

So it wasn't a pro.

Ha, strictly
amateur hour.

Thanks, bro.
Thank you.

Gentlemen,

we just spoke
to the fire marshal,

and surprise, surprise,
he suspects arson.

Oh, my God.

Who would
do such a thing?
Who?

Heh, well, whoever did it,

you can be sure we'll find them,
and they will be prosecuted

to the full extent
of the law.

I would hope so.

And you'll
be happy to know

that all of the records
in your office survived,

unscathed and intact.

Ah, that's--
that's a relief.

Speaking of which,

why was Mrs. Taylor upset
about your expense report?

Our expense report?

The night of the benefit.
The night she died.

You remember-
you had a fight with he?

It wasn't a fight.

She was confused.
She--

Let's cut to the chase.

Mrs. Taylor knew that you
were ripping off the foundation,

and you fought.

I didn't.
You mean me.

Exactly, and she
was gonna report you

to the attorney general's
office.

Are we under arrest here?

We're the victims here.

Our offices were just
firebombed.

And the last thing we need
is to be harassed

by a pair of Gestapo--
Thugs.

Thugs with badge.

Now you listen to me.

You and your Doublemint
freak show partner here

had better learn
some manners.

Do you understand?
Huh?

Joe...

Let him go.

We'll get with them
later.

Go on, get out of here.

You will hear
from our attorney.

I will file
a formal complaint.

A brutality complaint.

Yeah, well don't forget
to spell my name right,

you little creep.

What'd you do that for?

I wanted to give
one of them a black eye

so we could
tell them apart.

We don't need to.
We can just run their DNA.

It was only
from one of them.

Identical twins
have identical DNA.

Just what
the world needs--

two of these guys.

Assuming we do
get a positive match,

we still can't tell
which brother did it.

Well, that Barry's
got an alibi.

But for all we know,
they could have switched places.

And play one twin off
against the other?

I don't think so.

Detectives.

Hey, you ran
a DNA test for us?

Got it right here.

We checked the sample
you gave us

against skin from under
the victim's nails.

And?

There was no match.

Dead end.

Two of them.

e twins

for grand larceny,
possible 5 to 15.

Fire marshal's still
investigating the arson.

Well, that's the thing
about twins.

Basically, they're
a conspiracy of two.

So let's try
a new angle.

Lisa Taylor's credit cards.

Now, there's no activity

since she was murdered,

but she ran up a lot of charges
before her death

from an account she didn't share
with Mr. Taylor.

And all the bills
went to her office.

Crown Plaza,
Omni Berkeshire, Sheraton.

Yeah, she booked
hotel rooms

a couple of times a week.

Yeah, on nighs
when her husbad

thought she was
at the charity.

It was a charity,
all right.

He just didn't know
what she was giving away.

Hmm.
Who's Taylor's alibi?

Kitchen staff
at the Chelsea steakhouse.

Try them agai.

See if they can cook up
the same story.

Taylor was here all night!

Here as n
"in this kitchen?

Can we talk about it later?

Fire thirteen!

Thirteen, go!

Bail Frenchie out.

Baboso,
get yourself together!

Pickup!

Hey, liste,
does anybody knw

where Mr. Taylor
took his break on Friday night?

Fire seven!

Guys, we're in the weeds
here, okay?

Okay, everybody
stop what you're doing now!

Okay, he left
around 9:00.

When did he come back?

No idea.

I saw him
come in the back,

just after 11:00.

I was working a lot.
I almost never saw Lisa.

But it felt like she was
keeping something from me,

so I read one of her e-mails,

and that's how I found out
that she was cheating.

Who sent the e-mail?

I couldn't tell
from the address.

And Lisa wouldn't tell me,
but she said it didn't matter--

that she was ending it.

Did she?

She said she did.

I believe her,
because afterwards,

she was a different person.

She was sweet and caring,

and it was like we fell in love
all over again, you know?

So that's why you were
sleeping on the couch?

I told you,
I didn't want to wake her.

Okay, I'm gonna ask you this
one more time.

What time did you
get home from the restaurant?

Around 3:00.

And you worked at the restaurant
all night long?

From noon on.
You never left?

Not once.

Lieutenant said
to go ahead and book him.

Book me?!
Why?

You never left
the restaurant, huh?

Then where'd you go
between 9:00 and 11:00?

Where? Where?

Uh--
Exactly.

No, I said I--

Yeah, I know.

I heard--
you were working.

You know what else
I also heard?

You have the right--
Okay, I was
in Washington Heights!

Really?

Why?

It had nothing
to do with Lisa.

You work in a restaurant,
the pace, the hours.

Sometimes you need
a little help, a boost.

Is he talking about
a double espresso?

Man, don't tell me
you went all the way up

to Washington Heights
to get ice.

They got plenty of that
in Chelsea.
Coke.

My guy usually delivers
to the restaurant, but he got--

All right, come on,
Chef Boyardee.

Let's go meet your guy.

First time I ever had someone
use a coke dealer as an alibi.

And it checks out?

We found Taylor's dealer.
He gave us the same story.

And Taylor got cash
on St. Nicholas Avenue

on 181st Street.

We took this photo
from the ATM machine.

He took out $300
at 5 minutes after 10:00.

What time did Lisa Taylor
leave the benefit?

Eugene Syles said she left
right around 10:00.

So Mr. Taylor could not
have been downtown

in the park with his wife.

Hey, yo!

I got an I.D.
on the lover.

The jilted lover.

That is, if you believe
Mrs. Taylor ended the affair.

I pulled the e-mail
from Taylor's hard drive,

and it eventually
led me to this.

"Aberto Moretti:

The Flavor Renaissance."

Another chef?

Well, he's doing a little better
than her husband is.

He's a celebrity chef.

He's got a show
on Cuisine TV.

He's got a three-star
restaurant in mid-town.

The guy's a regular rock star.

So if Lisa Taylor
did end the affair,

could be our rock star chef
didn't take it so well.

I loved working with Lisa.

We all did.

It wasn't just a professional
relationship, now, was it?

Well, I considered her
also a friend.

So when did
the affair start?

I'm sorr?

Let's not play dumb.
We know all about it.

We met five months ago.

I was shooting
the cooking show.

She came to my dressing room
to congratulate me.

We immediately had
sort of a connection.

Mr. Moretti,
would you sign this?

Why, of course.

You should hang on to that
for the future, ma'am.

It could get
more valuable.

Is that right?

Yeah,
think Martha Stewart.

Thank you.

Bon appetit.

Thank you.

How did you take it
when Lisa ended the affair?

Ended?

Who said it ended?

Her husband.

Please.

That's what she told him,
just to get him off her back.

So it wasn't over?

Well, if it was, she had
a strange way of showing it,

if you know what I mean.

Did you see her
Friday evening?

No. No, I was
doing the show.

We shot until 9:30,

then I met a business partner
downtown.

I'll find his number for you.

And you might tell me
where you got that cut.

All these years as a chef,
I still cut myself.

I like to think
it's a badge of honor.

You have any other
badges of honor on your body,

like on your neck

or your arms, maybe?

Of course not.

Do you mind
if we take a look?

Not at all.

But I have a driver
waiting for me outside.

He's taking me to the set.

And I have a critic
from the Times on table 18.

Well, they're just gonna
have to wait,

because we're
not done yet.

Am I being detained,
Detective?

Because if I am,
I should have my lawyer here.

Then if you'll
excuse me, please.

Okay.

Okay.

You Mr. Moretti's driver?

I work for Cuisine TV.

I drive whoever
they tell me to.

Well, what about
last Friday night?

Yeah, I drove
Mr. Moretti.

What tim?

9:45.

Where did you drop him?

20th and Lex.

At the par?

Across the street from it.

Thank you.

So you think
the victim and Moretti

agreed to meet in the park.

Well, that could be
where she broke it off,

which, like you said,
he didn't take that well.

What else?

Crime scene
generated this

from the mold
of a footprint we found.

Perp's 180 pounds,
wears a size 10 boot,

and we even know
what kind of boot it is.

It's made
by an English shoemaker

name of Jack Farlow.

Cost six grand a pair.

Come again?

Well, they're custom made.

They fit your feet
like a glove.

If we do find the boot,

we can match
the wear of the sole.

But we don't
have enough for a warrant.

So we figured we'd start
with the shoemaker.

There's only one
in New York.

Yeah, well, there can't be
a lot of people

paying those prices
for boots.

$6,000 for
a pair of boots?

I'm sorry.

We don't divulge
the names of our customers.

Many of them
are well-known.

They value their privacy.

It's a shoe store,
not a rehab clinic.

All right, look here,

if we come back
with a warrant,

I can't guarantee our boys
ain't gonna toss this joint.

Be a real shame

to see all of this
fine, quality footwear

in a pile
on the floor.

The name again.

Moretti.

Aberto Moretti.

Yes...Mr. Moretti.

Commissioned a pair
of fixed-strap ankle boots

last spring.

Have you seen him since?

As a matter of fact,

he came in
two days ago.

Don't tell me he came here
to buy another pair of boots.

No, he had them resoled.

Said he needed it
done immediately.

I thought they were fine
as they were.

Any chance those soles
are still on the premises?

They were thrown away.

But you would know them
if you saw them.

Have you thrown out
the trash?

There's a dumpster
out back.

It would take all day
for me to go through it.

Well, I've got all day.
How about you?

I'm even free tomorrow.

Well, there you go.

You add a little wine.

Turn down the flame.

Now, that's beautiful.

We'll be right back.
Don't touch the remote.

You miss the mascarpone tart,
you'll never forgive yourself.

Basta, finito!

And we're clea!

Who put the spices
on the right?

Who the hell's
moving things around?

Denice!

Mr. Moretti,
you need to come with us.

Gentlemen,
if you'd like to discuss

what we talked about earlier,
we can go to my dressing room.

It's a little too late
to make nicey-nice.

You're under arrest
for the murder of Lisa Taylor.

Basta, finito.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can be used
against you in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney...

People versus
Aberto Moretti,

one count of Murder
in the Second Degree.

Aberto!

Ian.

What are you
doing here?

Facing murder charges,
your honor.

This makes the best
Osso Buco in New York City.

Your honor!

A fact which will in no way
influence these proceedings.

Mr. Moretti,
how do you plead?

Not guilty, your honor.

Ms. Borgia?

The people request remand.

My client has strong ties
to this community.

He owns a restaurant
on 54th Street,

and he stars in a cooking show
filmed right here in Manhattan.

The people have considerable
forensic evidence, your honor,

including DNA.

None of which is conclusive.

The defendant
will surrender his passport.

Bail is set at $1 million.

My client is not interestd
in discussing a ple.

Tell him to reconsider.

The forensics prove only

that he had an affair
with the victim,

which he freely admits.

He was in the park
that night.

So?
That's not what
he told the police.

He lied to them,

and his DNA was under
the victim's fingernails.

You ever had wild sex?
Excuse me?

You know--secretive,
passionate, forbidden sex

between
two consenting adults.

If not, I'll tell you,

sometimes there's
scratching involved.

Which would be relevant

if Mr. Moretti and Lisa Taylor
had had sex that day.

Exactly.

You're saying they--

Had sex that day.
Yeah.

Uhh!

They could have
had sex.

He says they used a condom,

so there's no way
to disprove it.

Kind of takes the ede
off our theoy

that Mrs. Taylor
was ending the affair.

Have you seen this?

"Aberto Moretti
paints the town last month

with model Rachel Klaas?"

A month before Taylor
was murdered.

The jury might wonder
if Moretti

was really broken-hearted
about Taylor

if he was running around
with models.

Why don't I ask her?

Aberto and I
were never exclusive.

We were on and off.
We're now seriously off.

So you knew he was
seeing Mrs. Taylor?

I'd hear the messages
she'd leave on his machine.

"Love ya, honey.
Call me."

Did he ever say anything
about Mrs. Taylor leaving him?

No, and even if he did,
he'd spin it.

Say that he dumped her.

I mean, men like Aberto,
they're always the dumper,

never the dumpee.

But as far as you know,
they were still together?

The perfect couple.

What was she,
a decade older?

12 years.

Well, they have
one thing in common.

They were both
in love with Aberto.

You know
how they met, right?

On the set of his show?

They met when he
went in for the pitch.

She bought the show.

I thought that--
He lies about it.

'Cause if people
knew he slept his way

to a cooking show
on basic cable.

I mean, how sad is that?

The network wanted
an ethnic show.

Preferably Italian.

So we put Aberto on tape.

Later he sent Lisa
a bottle of Chianti,

a plate of carpaccio,
and some caviar.

As if caviar
is Italian.

Would you have hired him?

Wasn't up to me.
Let's leave it at that.

And how are the ratings?

We started off not so hot.

Now we're ice cold.

Shot 13 episodes,

still waiting for
the network to order more.

Officially,
we're still on the bubble.

But, uh...

Who makes that decision?

Would have been Lisa.

Now it's him--
Mr. Desmond.

Aberto's numbers
went up temporarily

after he was arrested,

but now they're
down again.

How did Lisa Taylor feel
about the program?

Ratings affect advertising.

Ads make the world
go round.

Was she canceling the show?

Decided to pull the plug
a few days before she died.

Did Aberto know?

I assume.

Lisa could have had
someone else tell him,

but I know
that she wanted him

to hear it from her first.

So Lisa Taylor wasn't
canceling the relationship.

Just his cooking show.

That's motive.
You buy that?

You get a hit show,

you can have
a dozen restaurants

and world-class resorts.

Millions of dollars
a year.

Any sense as to whether Moretti
will take the stand?

He's charismatic.

I don't see the defense
risking a cross-examination.

Too many lies
to keep straight.

If the defense can't offer up
a damn good explanation

as to why Moretti
changed his story,

then I'd say
you have an advantage.

Or am I tempting fate?

It was determined that the skin
under the victim's fingernails

belonged to the defendant.

After the defendant
was arrested,

the police took these pictures
of his hands and neck.

He had a scratch
on his right thumb,

and one on his neck

two inches
above his right clavicle.

Any way to determine
the cause of these injuries?

They are consistent
with defensive wounds

a victim may inflict
while being strangled.

Your honor, may I have
the witness step down

and demonstrate
for the court?

Objection.

I'll allow it.

If a court officr

will assist her.

There were
half-moon-shaped bruises

on the back
of the victim's neck

left there
by the killer's fingernails.

And this means
that the killer and victim

were facing each other.

Now, if he
is strangling me--

Your honor...

Overruled, Ms. Dressler.

Continue.

The easiest way

for me to reach his hands

is to reach my arm across.

Now, if I go

for his right hand,

I will dig in
to his thumb.

And if I try
to push him back

with my left hand,

my thumbnail might leave
a horizontal scratch

on his neck.

Thank you.

Do you believe these scratches
were sustained

during consensual sex?

I do not.

No further questions.

Regardless of what you may
or may not have seen

during your time
in the morgue,

can you imagine
any configuration

in which someone would scratch
their lover exactly that way

during lovemaking?

I can imagine it.

If strangulation
turns you on.

And would you care
to demonstrate for the court?

Your honor--

Withdraw.

No further questions.

Excuse me.
Ms. Borgia?

Ben Gorman.

I left a message
with Mr. McCoy's office.

Nobody got back to me.

A message regarding--

I thought you should
hear it from me.

How can I help you?

I work at a publishing house--
Craig & Staehler.

I got a call yesterday
from a woman--

she wouldn't
tell me her name--

asking if we would
publish her book

about Mr. Moretti's trial.

What sort of book?

She believes he's innocent.

Everyone's entitled
to their opinion.

There's no law
against writing a book.

She said she's one
of the jurors in your trial.

Could be a hoax.

Nevertheless, we have
to take this seriously.

It's like a bomb scare.

Probably a prank, but you still
have to leave the building.

Yeah, well, if this
proves to be true,

I don't know how
we avoid a mistrial.

When a juror is sharing
her opinions with publishers,

then she's obviously
been speaking to other jurors.

I wouldn't
make that assumption.

There's no indication
that the rest of the jury

has been contaminated.

Let's not be naive.

I don't want a mistrial
any more than you do, Mr. McCoy.

We voir dire each member
of the jury.

Anyone found to have had
an unauthorized discussion

of this case
will be excused.

If that leaves us
without 12 jurors,

then, Ms. Dressler,

we have a mistrial,
not before.

And our mystery juror?

If she exists,

we find out
who the hell she is.

They have nothing to lose.

Could take six months
to get another trial going.

Anything can happen.

Evidence gets lost,
a witness drops dead.

Or their memory
gets hazy.

What do you got?

Seven women on the jury.
We're focusing on these two.

Thais Walters, 29,
single.

West Village bartender.

Claimed during voir dire

she never knew anyone
convicted of a felony.

Turns out she has
a half brother at Sing Sing

for the assault
of a police officer.

Could have a bone to pick
with the justice system.

Or maybe she never knew.
Her brother was homeless.

It's possible
they weren't in touch.

I'm curious
about this one.

A writer and part-time
receptionist.

A writer?

She neglected to mention
during voir dire

that she worked
as a food critic

for a magazine
called Ambrosia.

Read any of her articles?

They have an office
on Pitt and Stanton.

Couldn't be much
of an office.

She wrote
a half dozen pieces

before we let her go.

Why was she fired?

There were hundreds
of great chefs in New York.

Sara kept writing
about the same ones.

Here we go.

"Chef Aberto Moretti:
The Perfect Dish."

He's her favorite.

"Graceful and handsome,
women find Aberto

as mouthwatering
as his tiramisu."

Another reason
she was fired.

Her writing sucked.

I'd have
mentioned the articles

if I'd known
it was important.

I wasn't
trying to hide them.

Ms. Jobson,
did you recently

contact a publisher
named Ben Gorman?

In order to sell my writing,
I call publishers.

Did you provide this publisher
with information

about Mr. Moretti's
criminal trial?

Is that illegal?

Please answer the question,
Ms. Jobson.

Yes, I did.

Did you discuss this case
with other jurors?

No.

You were tod

to refrain from discussing
this case with anyone

until you were
instructed otherwise.

Why did you contact
Mr. Gorman?

Because, in my opinion,
this has not been a fair trial,

and people have
a right to know that.

How has it
been unfair?

They're saying Aberto
killed Mrs. Taylor

out of desperation?

Why would he be desperate

when he has
a new restaurant opening

in the Time-Warner building,

another cookbook
coming out in the fall?

Ms. Jobson,
that's irrelevant.

Your job is to weigh the facts
as presented.

Your honor,
I've done research on this.

A juror has to follow
their conscience,

even when it
contradicts the law.

That's what
jury nullification is.

That would be
if you were taking issue

with a specific law,

which isn't the case here.

And while we're on the subject,
jury nullification is illegal.

My understanding--

You have none,
Ms. Jobson.

Did the people wish
to comment or object

to the discharge
of this juror?

No, your honor.

Ms. Dressler?

No further questions,
your honor.

Sara Jobson,

I find you to be
grossly unqualified

to serve as a juror.

You are hereby discharged.

She said she never
talked about the case

with other jurors!

You think that woman
kept her mouth shut

during lunch breaks?

Jury nullification my ass.

In terms of the defendant
getting a fair trial,

if Ms. Jobson
expressed her views,

she was pulling
in the defendant's favor.

A juror like that could easily
have turned the others

against my client.

That's speculation.

Until we voir dire
the rest of the jury--

Yes, Mr. McCoy.

And the alternates.

One down, 13 to go.

How'd it turn out?

The jurors all say
they never discussed the case.

Congratulations.
You're back on track.

Let me buy you both dinner.

Great.
Jack.

I'm reading
this transcript.

Ms. Jobson said Moretti
has a new restaurant opening

in the Time-Warner building?

So?

First I heard of it.

How'd she know about this?

Could have read it
somewhere.

Maybe.

Call management
at the Time-Warner building.

If they say there's
a restaurant opening,

get the name
of the realtor.

Guess dinner can wait.

Where you going with this?

I'm not sure yet.

I was doing a piece
on Aberto last year.

Someone said he had
another restaurant in the works.

I don't remember
who told me.

There wasn't space available
in the Time-Warner building

until three weeks ago.

You're one of the few people
who know about this.

I'm off the jury.

This has nothing
to do with me now.

Since the trial began,
you've received five calls

from a payphone outside
Mr. Moretti's apartment.

You can explain tht
to the police or u.

Your choice.

I can't help it
if someone calls me.

If you have an agreement
with Mr. Moretti

in regards to this trial,

you could be charged
with receiving a bribe.

That carries a sentence
of up to seven years.

I wanted to write a book
about the trial.

That's all.
Just a book.

Who made contact,
you or him?

He found me.

You're putting a juror
on the stand?

An ex-juror.
Is that legal?

Ms. Jobson is not a credible
witness, your honor.

She was present for
all preceding testimony.

She is hardly objective.

She wasn't objective
to begin with.

Okay, without admitting guilt
on the part of my client,

jury tampering
is an unrelated charge.

Completely separate
from the trial in progress.

An attempt
to corrupt a juror

demonstrates consciousness
of guilt, your honor.

An alleged attempt.

The people have enough to bring
the issue before the court.

And since the trial
was almost derailed over this,

I'd say, yes,
the charges are relevant.

The people may call
Ms. Jobson as a witness,

and I'll give limiting
instructions to the jury.

That woman is lying.
She has no life.

She only wants to be
part of mine.

Aberto, that's enough.

Your client just came
dangerously close

to admitting an affiliation
with Ms. Jobson.

I apologize, your honor.

This is very stressful
for him.

I'm sure it is.

I wrote articls
about Abert,

so I'd go to
his restaurant a lot.

He definitely
knew my face.

And after the trial began,

did you have any contact
with the defendant?

I was hailing a cab
near the courthouse--

Broadway and Duane.

Someone touched my shoulder.

I turned and Aberto asked
if I wanted to share a cab.

I said okay.

You knew that you were
violating the court's orders?

Yes, I did.

Did the two of you
discuss the trial?

He asked me..

"Do you really think
I could have done such a thing?

You really think
I could have killed her?"

And what was your answer?

I said no, I didn't.

I told him I was writing
a book about the trial,

that I wanted the people
to know the truth.

And he wanted to hel.

He said he'd give e
exclusive details, photo.

And after the book
was published,

we'd do a tour together.

And did you get
your exclusive details?

He called me
from a pay phone.

Did he ever tell you
what happened

the night Lisa Taylor
was murdered?

He met Lisa at the park.

They held hands, talked.

He said it was romantic,
but that he had to leave

and go downtown to meet
his business partner.

He was so angry
at himself

for leaving Lisa alone.

He said he'd never
forgive himself

for what happened to her.

Did you ask him why
he told the police

he never
went to the park?

I didn't have to.
I knew.

He was afraid
of what they might think,

and he was right.

And while he ws
helping you with your boo,

did he ask for anything
from you in return?

Well, he just said
it would be easier

to get the book
published if--

If?

Ms. Jobson.

If he didn't go to prison.

Nothing further,
your honor.

Can you name anyone
who was present

when you climbed into
this taxi with my client?

No.

And these calls

you claim
Mr. Moretti made.

They were all placed
from a public pay phone

anyone could have accessed.

I guess.

Before this alleged
conversation in the taxi,

had you and Mr. Moretti
ever spoken to each other?

No, but as I said before,

he definitely
knew who I was.

So you never
spoke with him

when you went
to his restaurant?

No.

Did you try?

Yes.

How many times?

I don't know.
Maybe...half a dozen.

Would it be fair to say

that you wanted
to speak with him

but that he avoided you?

Argumentative.

I'll rephras.

When you found
that you were unable

to speak with Mr. Moretti,

despite numerous trips
to his restaurant...

were you angry?

Disappointed.

And when asked
during voir dire

what you knew
about Mr. Moretti,

why didn't you say

that you had written articles
about him?

I--

Did you lie to the court

in order
to get on the jury,

and was your intent

to exact revenge
upon Mr. Moretti

for spurning your advances?

No!

And when that didn't work,

did you invent
a new story

about how he got
into a cab with you,

how he called you
from a pay phone--

We did!

No, we spoke and--

Aberto, tell them
what happened!

Ms. Jobson, you are
to address Ms. Dressler.

Do you understand?
Not the defendant.

Yes, your honor.

He told me
he could trust me.

More than that snake
of a business partner.

More than Lisa, eve.

So after lying
to the court

and seeking to profit
from my client's legal troubles,

you want us now to believe
that this man,

who you are now trying
to bury with your testimony,

trusted you more
than his business partner

and his lover?

He--he said--

No, he said that!

No further questions.

Redirect.

Nothing further, your honor.

Why didn't
you redirect?

I trust your judgment,
but Dressler went a long way

toward discrediting
our witness.

Jobson called him a snake.

What?

Ms. Jobson called
Moretti's business partner

a snake.

That's who Moretti met with
after leaving the park.

His name is Carter.
The police spoke to him.

Uh, he confirmed the meeting.

He has a small interest
in Mr. Moretti's restaurant.

So...why is he a snake?

I told the detectives.

Aberto met me
just before 11:00.

He seemed fine.
A little distracted.

We had a few drinks,
talked business, then he left.

Did you discuss
anything else?

Something personal,
maybe?

Nothing like that.

Did you discuss
any other business

besides the restaurant?

Like what?

You're aware this is an ongoing
criminal investigation?

There is one thing.

I may not have mentioned it
to the police.

I was hoping to avoid
any negative publicity,

but I'm happy
to talk about it now.

Man One?
That's the best you can do?

Beats Murder Two
and 25 to life.

If you think Ms. Jobson is gonna
win this trial for you--

No. That would be
Garret Carter.

Mr. Carter was
your client's liaison

to International Foods,
Incorporated.

They were launching a line
of food products

in Mr. Moretti's name.

The contract was potentially
worth millions of dollars.

And it was contingent
on your client's show

staying on the air.

If Mr. Carter testifies,

the jury will hear how much
your client had at stake.

Well, then, why didn't
Mr. Carter come forward earlier?

He didn't wat
to lose the contrac.

And what's changed?

The project is proceeding.
They're using a different chef.

I've been working in restaurants
since I was a kid.

All I ever wanted
was to share my craft.

Lisa told me,

"There are millions
of people out there

"who love what you do.

You have an obligation
to reach out to them."

She pushed you
into doing the show?

The show
was a dream of mine,

but Lisa used it
to her advantage.

She wasn't an artist.

She had no feel
for cuisine.

With me, she was drinking
the best wines,

meeting famous people.

You were also
her lover.

She liked to say
the show was our baby.

It was something...
we could share.

And when you found out
she was killing the baby...

We were in the park.

Her hands were cold.

She asked me to warm them.

While I was massaging
her freezing hands,

she told me
she was canceling the show.

I thought she was joking.

What happened then?

She thought...we would
keep seeing each other.

She tried to kiss me.

Don't you see?

It was repulsive.

Did you strike Mrs. Taylor?

You're not listening.

This is pointless.

Aberto, you need to tell them
exactly what happened.

I hit her.

She screamed.

I choked her
to keep her quiet.

When I took my hands away,

she wasn't moving.

Don't you understand?

I was doing it to protect
everything I am.

Now that Moretti's
making headlines again,

bet the network
reruns his show.

Too bad he won't
be around for Season Two.

How many stars do you think
the chef at Rikers has?

Fewer than three.

Another chance
for Moretti to shine.

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