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the people are represented
by two separate

yet equally important groups--

the police,
who investigate crime,

and the district attorneys,
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

I can't take this
much longer.

I billed 310 hours
last month.

I billed 326.

How many
all-nighters?

Five.
Seven.

I finally thought

I had some free time
tonight, you know?

So I took Karina
to dinner.

The braless editor?

Exactly.

So we're sipping Pinot
at Il Cantinori, flirting.

Uh-huh,
and Schnell calls.

Starts screaming
in my ear,

"Get back
to the office now!"

I tell him I'm on a date.
I just ordered dinner.

Yeah, and he says,
"Get a doggie bag."

He used that
on me last month.

Ah, I'd like to cut
his tiny little hands off.

Let's face it.
This place is evil.

Oh, my God.

Call 911.

Jacquelyn Ogden,
lawyer, 28.

Who found the body?

Two other lawyers,
3:05 a.m. exactly.

What are they
doing here so late?

Working.
They said it's normal.

I knew there was a reason
I didn't go to law school.

Looks like she got hit
in the head with one of these.

They call 'em tombstones.

My sister's a lawyer
at one of these big firms.

Murder weapon's
been wiped down.

Tombstone?

They close the deal,
everybody gets a trophy.

Oh, it's like
Little League.

We ought to do that.

Make a homicide pinch,
you get a tombstone.

Hey, is it as obvious
as it looks?

Blunt force trauma.
Probably fractured her skull.

You got a time of death?

Between 10:00 p.m.
and 1:00 a.m.

Any defensive wounds,
scratches?

None.

Any sign
of sexual assault?

Nothing obvious.

We'll do a rape kit.

But she might
have had sex

sometime yesterday
or last night.

Her underwear
has something on it

that looks like
semen stains.

We'll let you know.

Thanks.

It's not exactly
premeditated.

The conference room,
a lot of people around.

She gets clobbered
with one of these.

Jackie Ogden's
last tombstone.

.

How many were working
between 10:00 and 1:00?

84.
84?

Uh-huh.

Plus 72 typists,
proofreaders, and paralegals.

How many were men?
Of all of them, 95.

Video?
Yeah,
in the lobbies,

the elevators,
and the gym, but that's it.

M.E. finish the rape kit?

Yeah, and it looks like
the sex was consensual.

There was semen on the body
and the underwear,

but there were no bruises,
scratches, or tears.

And it had to have
happened at the firm.

She signed in at 7:00 a.m.,

didn't leave the building
all day.

There's no way
to tell when.

Could be 10 minutes,
10 hours before she was killed.

What do we know about her?

She's 28, she's single.

She works 15 hours a day,
7 days a week.

Family?

She got a sister.
Her mother's dead.

Her father's in
a nursing home in Queens.

Where'd she live?
Tribeca.

Have her sister
meet you there.

Bellisimo Day Spa.

Yeah, she was scheduled
for a salt glow

at 1:00 on Saturday.

Yeah, it's nice to know

she took some personal time
on the weekend.

Hey, listen to this.

"Dear Jackie, our careers
should not impede our passion.

"Love is primal,
not cerebral.

"Instinctive,
not learned.

"Not a day passes
that I don't long

for the touch of your skin
and the taste of your essence."

My God, that's horrible.

Did loverboy sign it?

No, just an initial.
"R."

I don't blame him.

If I wrote something that bad,
I wouldn't sign it, either.

Ms. Ogden?

Nancy.
Hi, I'm Detective Green.

This is my partner,
Detective Fontana.

Thank you
for meeting us.

We're really sorry
for your loss.

Thank you.

Is there anything you can
tell us about your sister

that might help us figure out
what happened to her?

I wouldn't know.

She was always working.

I hardly saw her.

When was the last time
you two talked?

I guess
the last time we spoke

was around Christmas.

She ever
mention her love life?

Ma'am.

I don't know
if she had one.

All she ever talked about
was that law firm.

All the hours
she was working.

How prestigious it was.

How she couldn't wait
to make partner.

There was no man in her life
that you knew about?

The only man she ever mentioned
was this...

big-shot partner.

Do you think
she was seeing him?

I don't think s.
He was a lot olde.

More like a mentor.

Do you remember
his name?

Um, Fogg, with two Gs.

That's the way Jackie
always referred to him.

"Fogg with two Gs called me
into his office today.

"I ran into Fogg with two Gs
in the hall.

He actually
remembered my name."

She was fixated on him.

Jackie had a bright future
in front of her.

I hired her myself,
right out of Yale.

Did you two
work together?

Peripherally, yes.

I don't have much direct contact
with the junior attorneys.

Who did she work wit?

Oh, lots of people.

Our transactions are staffed
with six or seven attorneys

as a matter of course.

Was she dating
anyone at the firm?

That would be against
company policy.

You got a lot of vey

intense young people
thrown together.

High pressure,
long hours.

It's bound to happen.

You should talk
to her office mate.

If anyone would know...

They spent 80 hours
a week together,

in a very small,
very windowless office.

She was brilliant,

not to mention
compassionate.

She worked on pro bono cases,
did volunteer work.

The ideal New York woman.

Was she dating anybody?

Yes, but she wouldn't
tell me who.

Why so secretive?

She thought it would
damage her career.

A co-worker, maybe?

Maybe.

We have a fairly strict rule
against intra-firm dating.

Well, rules or no rules,

there had to plenty of dudes
popping in and out of here

who'd like to get
with somebody like Jackie.

Two or three a day.
Not that I minded.

Well, who visited
the most?

You're asking me who I think
Jackie was sleeping with.

There you go.

No wonder he gets
300 an hour.

420.

And his name's
Stuart Arlen.

Overpaid.

It was three months ago.
It just kind of happened.

It was here.
At the gym?

In one of the relaxation
suites.

Relaxation suites?
Yeah, on the 20th floor.

We have rooms
with couches and showers.

Just in case you need a nap when
you're pulling an all-niter.

Or a little R&R, maybe?

It's been known
to happen.

So that was it?
One night in a relaxation suite?

I tried to keep it going,
but she wasn't interested.

You still kept
dropping by her office?

She was hot, okay?

Not just law firm,
big-fish-in-a-small-pond hot,

either.

I'm talkin' totally legit,
south-of-14th-Street hot.

You worked late
the night she was murdered?

Not that late.
Think I left around 11:00.

11:22, according
to the sign-out sheet.

Were you working
with anybody?

Nope.

Were you on
the 40th floor?

Don't think so.
You don't think so?

A paralegal
says she saw you

near Jackie's office
around 10:00.

Oh, yeah.
Right, sorry.

I was looking
for this first-year.

Rich Grossman, his office,
right next door to Jackie's.

But you didn't see her?

Why don't we jut
cut to the chase her?

I didn't kill her,
and I didn't see anything odd.

You want details?
Talk to her FISP.

Her what?

Mentor.
It's an acronym.

Fogg Indentured
Servitude Program.

This "FISP" have a name?

Ah, we worked together
for about a year.

That's it?

You just...worked?

Oh, we weren't
involved romantically,

if that's what you mean.

I've noticed
that everyone else

has a diploma on the wall
but you.

Oh, that's because
everyone else

went to Harvard or Yale
but me.

Hofstra, first and only alum
to get an interview here.

Good for you.

Hey, listen.

What time
did you leave here

the night
that Jackie was killed?

I signed out a few minutes
after midnight.

Did you see Jackie
at all that night?

Around 8:00.

I dropped by her office
to leave some documents.

Did she say or do
anything unusual?

Not that I noticed.

But I've been
preoccupied lately.

Why is that?

I'm up for partner
in two weeks,

so I've been pretty nuts.

Working non-stop,
trying to finish strong.

Did you ever write Jackie
a love letter?

A love letter?
No.

How about any
of your colleagues?

Any of them have
a crush on her?

Well, I did hear a rumor
that she was seeing this guy,

Kenny Peluso.

He's a lawye?

No, hardly.

It felt good to have
a broad like that

interested
in a guy like me.

You know?

But as far
as her murder goes,

I have no idea
what happened.

How many security guards
were working last night?

15.

All of them former
police officers like yourself?

Yeah, mostly.

And nobody
saw a thing?

Guess not.

What were you guys doing,
playing poker all night?

We've been known
to socialize,

but we all walk our assigned
floors every hour or so.

Who was assigned
to the 40th floor?

Me, as a matter of fact.

You?

You were assigned
to the 40th floor,

and you didn't
see a thing?

I saw what I always saw.

A bunch of unhappy,
overeducated kids

running around
like the world's about to end.

So why did you
stop seeing Jackie?

You kidding me?

She dump you?

Moment she found out
I was married.

Go figure.

Did you see her
after that?

Yeah, we had coffee.

You know,
she was a lot of fun.

Hey, she ever talk
about any other guys?

I know she was friends
with some punk--

actor/model type.

Guy named Quinn.

Is that a first nae
or a last nam?

Both, as far as I know.

I hate the guy
already.

Listen, we're gonna
need to get into her voicemail.

And her compute.

All right.

You were just friends.

Friends.
Nothing more than that.

No, no.
I wish, but, uh--

Why'd you call her
three times yesterday?

Look, man, yeah,
she was lookin'--

I wanna help out, all right?
I really do, but, uh--

Look, man, relax, relax.

We're homicide,
not narcotics.

Why do you say that?
We ran your sheet, man.

Criminal possession,
sale of a controlled substance.

Cocaine.
Huh.

She was wiped out.

From busting her behind,
20 hours a day, every day.

Needed a little motivation.

So I provided
a little something for her.

You drop it off
at the firm?

Around 7:00.
Did you sign in?

Yeah...I used
a fake name, though.

Antonio Montana.

Hey, man.
Hey, hey, hey.

Uh-oh.

What's this?

I'm a magician.

Part-time.

Well, this doesn't look
like a rabbit to me.

It's just "X," man.

Well, in cae
nobody told yo,

"X" is illegal.

So is selling coke.

So unless you wae
your magic wad

and mae
this stuff vanis,

you're gonna e
spending the nigt

in a holding cell,

entertaining some of the boys
down at the Tombs.

I understand
it's a tough crowd.

Mmm.

What do you want to know?

Who Jackie Ogden
was sleeping with.

She was seeing
some CEO dude

from some big,
Fortune 500 company.

Keep talkin'.
It hasn't vanished yet.

She was worried
she might get fired

if anybody at the firm
found out about it.

I can still see it,
Quinny.

Look, man, she was gonna
break up with him, all right?

Whe?

The day she got killed.

This CEO dude
got a name?

No clue.

Ah, see?
That's too bad.

Hey, man, look--

The name of the company
was Unicom, all right?

Mr. Anders?

Detective Green.
This is Detective Fontana.

This about Jackie Ogden?

Uh, yes, it is.

When was the last time
you saw her?

The day she was killed.

Where?

Cromwell Moore.

I had a meeting
with Nathan Fogg,

then I stopped by
Jackie's office to say hi.

To say hi
or to have sex?

Is that relevant?

Oh, we think it is.

Of course, we can
talk at our office,

if that's more convenient
for you.

Yeah.
We had sex.

Where?
In her office?

Vacant conference room.

Which one?

I don't know.
On the 40th floor, I guess.

That was the room
she was murdered in.

My God.

Okay,
so what time was it

that you, uh,
had sex with her?

Around 5:00.

And when did you
leave the building?

5:15.

Pretty quick on the draw,
there, aren't you, Will?

I had to catch a flight
to London out of Teterboro.

Listen, would you be willing
to give us a DNA sample?

If it will help
your investigation, absolutely.

Mr. Teterboro's alibi
check out?

Yep, took off
on a G-5 at 7:15.

Spend two nights in London
at the Savoy.

Yeah, but we have
a better health plan.

Hey, that DNA come back?

Here it is now.

So, is our boy Anders
a match?

For the semen,
not the fetus.

The what?

The victim
was four weeks pregnant.

We got zip.

Except for the fact that
whoever the bad guy is,

he's somehow affiliated
with Cromwell Moore.

And that the victim had
at least two office affairs.

The over and under
is six.

I'll take the over.

So she was
four weeks pregnant?

Uh-huh. Odds are,
the father works at the firm.

Well, he had to.
She practically lived there.

How we gonna identify him?

DNA dragnets
are tricky, Lieutenant.

That's why I'm here.

I thought the courts
haven't addressed this yet.

They haven'.

So it's not illegal.

Nor legal--
just unchallenged.

That's what they
have hearings for.

But in the meantime,
I think we should go for it.

Sounds kind of aggressive.

Nothing wrong
with aggressive.

Except when it's
unconstitutional.

To ask every mae
who was on the premiss

between 10:00 and 1:00
for his DNA

seems invasive.

You can ask for
anything you want

as long as it's voluntary.

Voluntary?

"Excuse me, sir,

"I was wondering if you'd
give up some saliva

"so I can figure out
if you killed Jackie Ogden.

"Now, you don't have
to say yes.

"But if you don't,
I'll assume you're a suspect

and make your life
a living hell."

How long have you
been doing this?

All I'm saying
is I think there are

some significant
Fourth Amendment issues.

All I'm saying
is we're out of leads,

and this is a strategy
that makes sense.

Do what you need to do,
Lieutenant.

But make sure your people
tread lightly,

and that they advise
prospective donors

this is merely a reques,

and that the resuls
will be destroyd

and not entered into
any DNA databases.

Understood.

Come on, Stu,
it's just a swab.

It's just fascist
and unconstitutional.

Well, if you're innocent,
what's the big deal?

Oh, come on,
don't play that game with me.

It's no game,
trust me.

Is that a threat?

Why, no, Mr. Arlen,
that's not a threat.

A threat would be
more like, uh...

If you mouth off to us
one more time,

I'm gonna break your jaw.

When you're on the ground,

I'm gonna kick you
in your ribs

until you spit blood,
you cheap shyster.

That would be a threat.

This is more like a request.

Well, when you
put it that way,

the answer's still no.

No problem.

Thanks.

That's the kind
of civic-minded attitude

we've been looking for.

Anything else?

Yeah, can you talk
to some of your colleagues?

They seem a little reluctant
to help us out.

You want me to convince
a bunch of snotty lawyers

to voluntarily relinquish
their constitutional rights?

Well, if it's so terrible,
why did you agree?

To get you off my back.

22 yeses,

47, "Gee, I'd like to,
but it's unconstitutional,"

and 27, "Go to hell,
I'm calling the A.C.L.U."

Well, that's better
than I thought.

The lawyers
were mostly nos.

The yeses were civilians,
like security, maintenance.

That love letter
lead anywhere?

Negative for latents.
We're working on the DNA.

And what about
her LUDs at her office?

That woman got more calls
than my Uncle Stevie.

The bookie?

Odds maker.

Lieutenant, good news.

We found him.

I'm the father of her what?

Oh, yeah.

I had no idea
she was even pregnant.

You sure it's me?
Positive.

You don't think
I killed her, do you?

Come on, guys.

Where'd you go when
you left the office that night?

Home, watching TV
with my wife.

Can we talk to her?

Well, she's at work.

When's she get home?

Around 6:00.

We're gonna need to ask her
a couple questions, man.

Well, do what
you gotta do, but...

you know, if you could
leave out the part

about the baby,
Jackie, and me,

I'd appreciate it,
you know.

Mo's old-school Irish.

She says a Hail Mary
before she goes to the bathroom.

We're not looking
to jam you up with your wife.

But you gotta
help us out here.

Well, there was this senior,
um, associate

that gave Jackie
a bad review

because
she wouldn't screw him.

She says she was gonna
stick it up his ass.

Just because he gave her
a bad report card.

Well, she thought
it was gonna be

an end to her career
at Cromwell Moore.

What was her plan?

She said she was talking

to a labor lawyer
about filing

a sexual harassment
lawsuit.

What's this
senior associate's name?

I gave her a bad review because
she was an average lawyer.

Not because
she wouldn't sleep with me.

Well, if she was
an average lawyer,

why didn't you give her
an average review?

Because average is unacceptable
at Cromwell Moore.

Hmm, is that righ?

We work on the most important
financial transactions

in the world.

As such, our clients demand
upper margin work.

Upper margin, hu?

Jackie's work
wasn't even mediocre.

When you gave her
that bad review,

did she threaten you?

No, she was always
professional.

She never talked abot

filing a sexual
harassment suit?

Don't be ridiculous.
Of course not.

Let's talk about
the night of the murder.

You signed out at 12:05?

Yeah, if that's what
the sign-out sheet says.

That's what it says.
And before that?

I was working most of the night
with Nathan Fogg.

Fogg?

With two Gs.

So Fogg backs up
Drexler's story?

Pretty much.

He says they were
working together

from 10:00 p.m.
till about 11:40 or so.

And what about
that labor lawyer

she called the day
before the murder?

We talked to him
this morning.

He said she was seeking advice
on a sexual harassment suit.

She named Drexler
as a defendant?

No, but it had to be him.

According to Peluso.

And an "R" at the bottom

of the worst love letter
ever written.

Didn't necessarily
have to be his "R."

Yes, it does.

Drexler's DNA is
all over the envelope

from that love letter.

All right, get a search warrant
for his apartment.

Congratulations, partner.

Thank you, sir.
You won't regret it.

What are you guys
doing here?

A little upper margin
work of our own.

Ron Drexler,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Jackie Ogden.

Detective,
what's your evidenc?

Jackie Ogden's blood
on his trouser cuff.

You're a lawyer.

You should have known
to have that suit dry-cleaned.

You have the right
to remain silent...

Let's do lunch.

You have the right
to an attorney...

Murder in the Second Degree.

How do you plead,
Mr. Drexler?

He pleads not guilty,
Your Honor.

Bail?

Given the gravity
of the crime

and the defendant's
access to capital,

the people seek remand.

My client
has no criminal record.

He's a hardworking,
blue-collar kid, Your Honor.

The only capital
he has access to

is his modest
savings account.

There's no Challenger 600

waiting to whisk him
off to Fiji.

Your point?

We request bail be set
at $100,000.

We have substantial evidence

tying the defendant
to the crime--

Of course you do,
Ms. Borgia.

Bail is set at $1 million.

A million dollars?

Relax.
You'll be out in two hours.

Why would Nathan Fogg
post this kid's bail?

Looks like he wants
to control the case,

make sure his firm's reputation
doesn't take a beating at trial.

There's an agenda there
somewhere, that's for sure.

You can count on that.

Maybe it's just
a loyalty thing.

Loyalty?

Ms. Borgia hasn't worked
in the private sector,

has she, Jack?

I don't believe
she has.

Just make sure
your bases are covered.

'Cause Rosalie Helton's

not afraid
to play in the gutter.

Did you see this?
How could they do this to her?

I'm so sorry.
So she dated different men.

So what?
She deserved what happened?

I know, it's upsetting.
This is what they always do.

They're trying to make her
look like some kind of a whore.

I don't think that
it will impact the case.

My sister
was a good person.

To have her reputation
trashed like this--

I think that a jury
will see through it.

I hope so!

A predictable line
of defense.

Turn the victim into a tramp
with lots of enemies.

God knows it's worked before.

File a motion

to exclude all evidence

pertaining
to Jackie's sex life.

It'll be
a pretty long motion.

What choice do we have?

You feel like
doing some research?

I assume that's more
of a question than a statement?

You assume correctly.

Helton filed a motion
to suppress all evidence

recovered
at Drexler's apartment.

Based on what?

The DNA sample
being unconstitutional.

Like the lieutenant said,

this is what
hearings are for.

The detectives told
Mr. Drexler

if he didn't provide DNA,

he'd become a suspect
in the murder investigation.

They merely asked
if he would assist them

in their investigation.

They repeatedly told him
it was voluntary.

It's not voluntary when
the consequences of saying no

force you to say yes.

73 of the 95 men
who were asked

said no.

The truth is Mr. Drexler
offered his DNA

because he knew that he was not
the father of the fetus,

since he'd never
had sex with the victim.

His plan backfired,

and now he's trying to hide
behind the constitution.

Your client's a partner
in one of the toniest law firms

in this city.

You really think
he didn't understand

he had the right
to say no?

The day the detectives
requested his DNA

he'd been up
for 36 straight hours

working on four
separate transactions.

So he was alert enough

to oversee several billion
dollars in transactions,

but too frazzled to know

that he could reject
a simple request for DNA?

I agree with Mr. McCoy.

Fine, let's assume
for the moment

Mr. Drexler did consent.

He did so only with respect
to the fetus,

not the envelope.

That's absurd.

The detective said,

"If you're not the father,

we'll throw away the DNA."

As such, checking the DNA
against the envelope

after it didn't
match the fetus

was beyond the scope
of his consent,

and therefore
unconstitutional.

I agree.

Mr. Drexler knew
that his DNA

would be used for the duration
of the investigation!

Absolutely not!

His consent was specific
to the question of paternity.

Take yes for an answer,
will you?

I said I agree with you.

The evidence recovered
from the defendant's apartment

doesn't come in.

Can we win this case

without the blood evidence,
Jack?

Drexler's the only person
with a compelling motive

present at the time
of the murder.

What about his alibi?

Claims he was working with Fogg
until midnight or so.

Went back to his office,
jotted down a few notes,

and left by 12:05.

Does Fogg corroborate this?

More or less.

Says they parted ways
at 11:40.

So if Fogg
is telling the truth,

that gives Drexler
20 odd minutes

to argue with Jackie,
kill her, clean up,

and leave the building.

Difficult,
but not impossible.

Pay a visit to Mr. Fogg.

See if there are any
soft spots to his story.

I interviewed with you
about 25 years ago.

Oh?
How did it go?

You looked over my resume,
frowned, and said,

"Decent,
but hardly spectacular."

Well, sounds about right.

And you said,

"So tell me, Mr. McCoy,
why in God's name--"

"Should I grant you
the privilege

of working at the nation's
most prestigious law firm?"

The night Jackie Ogden
was killed,

you were working
with Ron Drexler?

I've already been through this
with the detectives.

If you'd rather not
discuss it--

No, no.

Ron and I were working
on a high-yield offering

from 10:00 to 11:40.

Doing what?

Revising a prospectus.

Revising a prospectus?

It's a document that's used
to sell things.

I know what
a prospectus is.

I'm just surprised
that the most powerful

corporate attorney
in Manhattan

was performing menial labor
at 11:40 at night.

I like to keep my hand in.

Fogg's hiding something.

Why do you say that?

He claims he and Drexler
were revising a prospectus.

A prospectus?

How often
does Arthur Branch

sit next to you

when you draft a motion
late at night?

Good point.

Find someone at Cromwell
with an ax to grind.

I know someone
who used to work there.

Bitter?

Absolutely.

Ron Drexler's a great guy.

Except for the whole
alleged murder thing.

So he's not a monster.

Oh, God, no.

Worked harder than anybody
I ever met.

2600, 2700 hours a year.

The only vacation
he ever took

was when his father had
quadruple bypass surgery.

People loved him,
especially Nathan Fogg.

Why?

He's smart, myopic,
antisocial, tireless.

All the trappings
of the perfect corporate lawyer.

This way.

What about Fogg?

He's a legend.

The guy literally invented
the '80s-style hostile takeover.

Good guy?

Sure, if you like
hypocritical, narcissistic,

cold-blooded frauds.

Your opinion wouldn't
have anything to do

with the fact that you got
passed over for partner?

Of course it does.

But it doesn't mean
I'm not telling the truth.

Can you share
anything specific?

Are we talking
off the record?

I won't mention your name.

See that you don't.

I know this guy
at the S.E.C.

He can tell you
everything you want to know.

I-I can't
get into specifics.

But you can answer a few
simple questions, right?

I guess.

Are you investigating
Nathan Fogg?

Who told you that?

A friend
at Cromwell and Moore.

It isn't public yet.

But yes.

Is Fogg aware
of the investigation?

He'd have to be.

We subpoenaed him.

He's turned over documents.

Nathan Fogg
is conspiring with Unicom

to commit securities fraud?

The S.E.C.'s been
investigating him

for the past
three months.

Fogg's bill from
the prior fiscal year.

20 million.
Pretty steep.

Especially since the firm
only billed five million

for time and expenses.

A $15 million premium?

Sounds like payola to me.

And you think Drexler knew

what Fogg and Unicom
were up to?

He billed
over 7,000 hours

to Unicom
in the past three years.

He had to.

Explains why Fogg
would post his bail.

And provide an alibi.

Well, I think

we're gonna have to convince
Brother Fogg to cooperate.

You got a real problm
on your hands, Natha.

Problem?

You're about six weeks
away from an indictment.

Excuse me?

I'd prefer not
to dance tonight,

if you don't mind.

I'm not trying
to be evasive.

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

The hell you don't.

You're helping Unicom
cook the books,

and the S.E.C. knows it.

How's that?
More succinct?

Things have changed
since you practiced law, Arthur.

It's all about numbers,
about business.

You don't generate revenue,

you get squeezed out.

Look, all I care about

is sending Ron Drexler
to prison.

And if I can?

I'll do my best
to work out a deal

between you
and the U.S. Attorney.

But before I do,
I've got to be sure

you can help us
get a conviction.

I'd need the details
of the deal in writing

from the U.S. Attorney first.

Understood.

And if I don't get that,

I'll deny I ever said this.

I won't use it
against you.

Drexler told me
he killed her.

Enjoy the veal, Nathan.

Arthur?

You talk
to the U.S. Attorney?

I did.

Unfortunately, Drexler
and his attorney did too.

What do you mean?

Well,
Helton figured out

that Fogg was about
to give up Drexler,

so she rushed Drexler
into the U.S. Attorney's office

and told him to sing
like Ol' Blue Eyes.

And now the feds
are so excited to nail Fogg,

they want us to make
a deal with Drexler.

You got it.

And what does the esteemed
U.S. Attorney

want us to offer Mr. Drexler

as compensation for
his willingness to testify?

Man One, ten years.

I trust you told
the esteemed U.S. Attorney,

"Go to hell."

I told him I'd discuss it
with my able bureau chief.

Well, we can discuss it,
but the answer is no.

Well, then, I'll tell
the U.S. Attorney

where you want him to go.

What about Fogg?

What about him?

Shouldn't we let him know
that his surrogate son

just threw him under a bus?

The good new,
Mr. Fog,

is that the U.S. Attorney
considers you

the most important
corporate lawyer in the city.

The bad news is that you're
so damn important,

he's not interested
in making a deal.

He would have been
more motivated

if your protégé
Mr. Drexler

hadn't revealed
the details

of your illicit dealings
with Unicom.

Excuse me?

He sold you out,
Mr. Fogg.

He wouldn't do that.

He was staring down
a Murder Two conviction.

He went looking
for a deal.

He cashed in the most
valuable chip he had:

you.

I see.

Anything else?
Yes.

Even though we couldn't work out
something with the feds,

I still intend
to call you as a witness.

You can call me.

But I won't testify.

I'll subpoena you.

And I'll take the Fifth.

Congratulation.

For what?

Convincing my client's
alibi witness

not to testify.

We merely told
Mr. Fogg the truth.

It's called
intimidating a witness.

Anything else,
Rosalie?

I want to discuss a plea.

Since I gave her
a bad review,

she thought her reputation
had been tarnished.

She was in danger
of not making partner.

I said she was
overreacting, but...

Why'd you give her
a bad review?

Because she did
a terrible job.

The truth is, I gave her a "C"
for doing "F" work.

If it were someone else,

I'd have recommended
we get rid of her.

So you never
harassed her?

Of course not.

What about
the love letter?

One day we talked about
how people don't...

really write letters anymore.

How these days, it's al
cell phones and email.

So that nigh,
after dinne,

she kissed me and asked
if I'd send her a note.

Are you saying
she set you up?

That's exactly
what I'm saying.

These last few months,
she'd flirt with me...

tell me how cute I was.

But every time I'd try
to ask her out

or take it
to the next level,

she was uncomfortable.

Blamed it on the fact
that we worked together.

Maybe she just wasn't
that into you.

She manipulated hm
into making advance,

which she then used
as the basis

for a sexual harassment
lawsuit,

which would have destroyed
his chance at making partner.

And made her chances better.

She told you she was planning
to sue you, then what?

I begged her to reconsider.

She just laughed.

Said I was a...
one-dimensional loser.

And she couldn't wait
to see me go down in flames.

Then?

She started to walk out.

And I, uh...

I grabbed her arm.

She slapped me, and I...

He'll save the rest
for when we have a deal.

That's it?

Yes.

He allocutes,
Murder Two,

we recommend the minimum,

15 to life.

Jack.

That's my offer.

See you in court.

Make sure Peluso's
ready to go tomorrow.

His testimony's critical.

And then she said,

"I'm gonna ruin his life
before he ruins mine."

You're positive she was
talking about Drexler?

Said his name
two or three times.

If it was three,
say three.

It was three.

The less ambiguity,
the better.

Okay, fine.

What about cross examination?

Is this lawyer
gonna ask questions

about Jackie and the whole
pregnancy thing?

Yes.

I thought you
talked to the judge.

I said I'd try to limit
the scope of the argument.

Oh, so I have to sit there
while some hotshot lady lawyer

embarrasses
me and my family?

It's relevant
to your potential bias.

Aw, screw this.
I'm going home, sweetie.

Mr. Peluso...

Detective Green, please.

All right,
give me the address.

Okay, I got it.

Anything for you.

That was that A.D.A. Borgia.

She wants us to escort
an unenthusiastic witness

to court tomorrow.

Who's that?
Uh, Kenny Peluso.

Well, I have to be
in court at 9:00

to testify
in that Roland thing.

Don't worry about it.
I got it.

Thank you.

Every time I grab
a little on the side,

it's like
I get jammed up.

It's like a bad joke.

Ain't none
of my business, Kenny,

but you ever think about
not getting any on the side?

No.
Never entered my mind.

Yo, Kenny.

We'll take my car
to the hospital.

How is he?

We don't know
anything yet.

Peluso?
Dead.
Took two to the chest.

I'm sorry
about your partner.

Thanks.

How are you doing?

I'm thinking, Mr. McCoy.

Just thinking.

I need to know what
the hell's going on here, Jack.

We're not sure.

Not sure?

Our key witness just got
gunned down

in front of his house,

Detective Green's
on life support,

and we have no idea
what happened?

Detective Fontana's chasing
down leads,

but so far it doesn't look
like Drexler's involved.

It could be unrelatd
to our cas.

What do we know
about this witness, Peluso?

Ex-cop, retired a year ago.

Clean?

Detectives are pulling files.

Any way we can still
win this?

Without Peluso
we can't prove motive.

Hello.

Right.

Well, the other side's
caught the scent of blood.

Defendant's attorney
is waiting in your office.

What can I do for you?

Make this case go away.

Man One, two to six.

Forgive me, Rosalie,

but I'm not feeling particularly
generous at the moment.

I understand.

If you understood,
you wouldn't be here right now.

Excuse me?

Peluso's body
is still warm,

and you're already trying
to exploit the situation.

Not at all.
Things have changed.

I'm just trying to resolve
a difficult case

in the fairest way possible.

Fair?!

There was nothing fair about
what happened to Jackie Ogden,

I can assure you!

You're right, I'm sorry.
Bad word choice.

Let me try again, okay?

Without Peluso,
you can't prove motive.

Which means
you can't win.

I'm not having
this conversation.

I'm simply trying--

I'm not having
this conversation!

Fine.

She's right, Jack.
Without Peluso--

I know.

So what's the plan?

As it stands now,

Drexler will be acquitted.

It won't even
go to a jury.

That's not my concern.

Sure it i.

If he's acquitted,
the chief witness against you

in your securities
fraud trial will be

an innocent, law-abiding,
practicing attorney.

As opposed to a convicted,
lying, disbarred murderer.

Having spent my career
in the D.A.'s office,

I can tell you two things:

juries don't listen to men
serving life sentences...

and prosecutors hate
to cut deals with icons.

What's your point?

You'd be a fool not
to help us convict Drexler.

Not that easy, Mr. McCoy.

Why's that?

If I testify,
my reputation will be destroyed.

Better than spending
your golden years

in a federal prison.

Hmm.

Can you offer me
anything more tangible?

All I have
are intangibles.

Like helping
Jackie Ogden's family

obtain some dignity.

Doing the right thing
has never been my strength.

Certainly not
the personality trait

that got me a corner office
at Cromwell Moore.

He said,
"I just did something stupid.

I think I might
have killed Jackie."

I couldn't believe it.
I just looked at him.

His hands
were still shaking.

Did you notice
anything else?

There was some blood
on his right hand.

Thank you.

You posted bail
in the amount of $1 million

for Mr. Drexler?

Yes.

Because you believed
he was innocent?

No.

I was just trying
to help a colleague

in a time of need.

A million dollars
is a lot of money.

You're the target
of an ongoing

criminal investigation,
correct?

Ye.

Dealing with securities fraud
and other acts

of corporate deception?

I'm not sure
of the specifics.

No charges
have been filed.

Right now it's just
an investigation.

Right,
just an investigation.

Mr. Fogg,
in the past few weeks,

you've talked
to the D.A.'s office

about making a deal
with the federal government

in connection with potential
securities fraud charges.

Ye.

You've also
received immunity

with respect to possible
state crimes

arising from your testimony.

Correct.

In a sworn statement,

taken two days
after Ms. Ogden's death,

you stated that you
and Mr. Drexler

worked from 10:00 until 11:40
the night of the murder.

Yes.

And in that statement,

you failed to mention
that Mr. Drexler

confessed to killing
Jackie Ogden.

Righ.

But now, for some reason,

you're testifying
that you and Mr. Drexler

did not work together
from 10:00 until 11:40.

Yes.

And that he just
barged into your office,

and without any provocation,
confessed to killing someone.

Right.

Given the ongoing
fraud investigation,

and your wildly
inconsistent statements

regarding the night
of the murder,

it seems to me there's only
one conclusion to draw.

You're a liar.

Objection!

Sustained.

Nothing further.

Mr. Fogg,

why did you
change your testimony?

To do the right thing.

To help Jackie Ogden's family
obtain some dignity.

I heard you nailed
the son of a gun.

Thanks to Nathan Fogg.

Well, you did
a hell of a job, Jack.

I mean, really,
we needed this one.

What's the word
on Detective Green?

Still fighting for his life.

And the investigation?

The police are all over it,
especially Fontana.

But so far no leads.

When Green gets back
on his feet,

maybe he'll remember
something.

Mayb.

If you have any faith
in the man upstairs, Jack,

it might be time
to call in a chit.

Already did.

How is he?

Not so good.

How's the case?

Like I said before,
I'm just thinkin'.

Just be careful,
Detective.

You work your side
of the street, Mr. McCoy,

and I'll work mine.

Fontana, come on.

Let's go get
a cup of coffee.