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NARRATOR: 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.

ANDY: Carmine says Tuesday.
JERRY: Can't make that.

Wednesday's out for Gail.

So, I won't go.
You've got to go.

How's the leg? It's like new.

Yeah? How about another mile?

It's kind of late.

And five miles is as much
as you old guys can handle.

Bring it on, Kip Keino.

(GROANS)

You okay? It’s a cramp.

You go on. There's a
water fountain. If you just...

I said go.

(PANTING)

(GROANS)

Name's Andy Corvo.

This poor slob decided to tack
an extra mile onto his morning run.

That's the thing I never understood
about this whole running thing.

Why run if you can walk to it?

Well, it gets your
heart started.

Or in the case of this
guy, brings it to a stop.

Wait. Hold on, Schmidt. You
ruined breakfast for a heart attack?

You know Nelson? Who doesn't.

Well, he's the first
officer on the scene, right?

Turns out he drinks a whole thermos
of coffee waiting for EMS to show.

When they finally get there, he's
uncomfortable, if you catch my drift.

What are we, in the third grade?

So, he comes over to these
bushes to take care of business.

Imagine his surprise
when he looks down.

Whoa, whoa, Ed.

Did he see the body before
or after he "did his business"?

He never got his
zipper down. Why?

Looks like a single shot to the
head. NELSON: Very observant.

If I had to guess, a .38.

You ain't had
enough coffee today?

Hey, don't knock it, Ed. If it
wasn't for Nelson's bladder,

she could have been
here till Arbor Day.

Very funny. Anyway, the M.E. says
she's newly deceased, ten to 12 hours.

Her name's Anna Briseno.
Lives up in Washington Heights.

Well, the way she's dressed, I
doubt she was out here for a run.

If she was, she
didn't run fast enough.

Anna always made
sure we had flowers.

ED: We're sorry for
your loss, Mr. Briseno.

She said the smell reminded her of when
she was little and lived in a better place.

Where was that?

It reminded her of her
Mom's house in San Juan.

Sometimes she wanted
to move back there.

But I always said no.

When's the last time
you saw your wife?

Yesterday, in the morning, when she
left for work around 7:00, like always.

She's a kick-press
operator at Geyer.

What's that? A jewelry factory.

She makes findings. I work security at
the warehouse out in Long Island City.

I was drinking coffee,
watching the news.

She kissed me goodbye.

Did she say she was
going out after work?

Where would she go?

You weren't concerned when she
didn't come home? I work nights.

A lot of the times I leave before she
gets home or she leaves before I get home.

She used to say that she helped the
big shots make money during the day

and I kept an
eye on it at night.

Only neither of us got
a piece of the action.

ELLEN: That was her station.

I'm sorry. This is so hard.

It sounds like you
two were pretty close.

Eight hours a day, five days
a week for the last six years.

You could go to
Anna with a problem.

What about when she had a
problem? Did she tell those to anybody?

Nothing beyond the usual gripes.

You know, more money in her
paycheck, a better place to live,

trying to put away enough
to go on a nice vacation.

You were here when
she left last night?

We both did a little overtime. I left at
9:00, and she was gone maybe a half hour.

She mention any plans she had?

She did put on some rouge
and lip gloss before she left.

Oh, you're not suggesting...

No. No. We're just
covering all the bases.

Because she would never cheat on
Rafael, if that's what you're thinking.

I just assumed she was
meeting a friend for dinner.

Tox screen shows she had
one drink, tops. No signs of sex.

Sounds like my last date.
Any signs of struggle?

Nah. None that I could find.

No scrapings under her nails, no scratches,
no extraneous bruising or marking.

ED: Except for the
hole in her head.

Yeah. Which, from the powder
burns and bone beveling,

I'd say was made
from very close range.

Her ID and cash were still there, so
this ain't your garden variety mugging.

No. Just your
garden variety psycho.

Who took her to dinner first.

The murdered woman
ate a hearty meal.

Barbecue pork
and waffle potatoes.

And her appetizer
was? Sweet potato fries.

Call me crazy, but I don't know too many
women who order two types of potatoes.

Yeah. She was
hardly working from

the heart-healthy
end of the menu.

Or the midtown section of Zagat's.
That's uptown cooking right there.

Maybe we ought to look into the restaurants
closest to where we found the body.

Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, she was here.
Came in about an hour late.

But then, what woman
you know comes in on time?

Last time I was here, you
didn't take reservations.

Still don't. So how
you know she was late?

'Cause some poor
sap was waiting for her.

Pacing back and forth, kept
checking his watch every few minutes.

I offered him a free beer at
the bar, but he turned me down.

So what time did she
show? Maybe 9:30.

He let her have it?

Nah. He calmed
down pretty quick.

She gave him a big hug. No kiss?

You married?

Yeah. I've toyed
with the notion.

Well, let me tell you, guys married more
than a year aren't big on public displays.

Wait a minute. You're saying that
this girl had dinner with her husband?

A single guy would have
bolted, half hour tops.

Yeah, that'll hold up in court.

He also kept asking if
his wife called for him.

Excuse me.

Now how do you suppose Rafael
put in his eight hours at the office

and had dinner with the
missus at the same time?

If I knew, maybe I could have
held on to wife number two.

Nope. Punched in
at 8:00, out at 6:00.

Rafael do something?

Not if he really was here
all night. I just told you.

Hey, he wouldn't be the first guy
to have a pal punch out for him.

Our people don't
do that sort of thing.

ED: And you're sure because...

Because they know what I'd
do to them if I ever found out.

Well, that convinces me.

I hire good people. Rafael
Briseno is one of the best.

Always on time, always
ready to fill in when needed.

Were you here all night?

No. But... Maybe we could
talk to somebody who was?

Mary's working a double
shift. She was on last night.

You private dicks are nothing
at all like in those books I read.

Those dudes solve cases. In
real life, you just annoy people.

Hey, even I dress
better than a P.I.

Now, what made you
think we were for hire?

Raf's wife. Talk about paranoid.

She had a couple of guys
snooping around after him.

(SCOFFS) She always thought
he was catting around. Was he?

If he did, he hid it right. I
didn't hear word one about it.

ED: He was here last night?
We did our shift together.

He walked the halls and I clocked
the computers. Quiet night all around.

What about lunch break?
He go anywhere for that?

Not many places you wanna go at
4:00 in the morning. At least for food.

We ordered a pizza and had it
delivered and ate it in the back room.

Box is still in the
fridge with the leftovers.

You thinking Raf did something
wrong? ED: Should we?

I'd hate to think so.

Comes off as a decent
guy. Big baseball fan.

Loves the Mets, always listening to
their games on the radio in the summer.

Married and a Mets fan.
He's a glutton for punishment.

Go Yankees.

She's the one cheating, and she
hires a P.I. to tail him. That makes sense.

We don't know if
she was cheating.

Hey, if you're meeting
a friend for dinner,

do you tell a perfect
stranger that she's your wife?

Maybe if he was
a former husband.

From personal
experience, I can tell you,

former husbands refer to former wives
as their ex, at least in mixed company.

Unless the former husband
wants to get back in the picture.

CLERK: Here she is.

Anna Briseno. Maiden
name Carranza. Married once.

ED: That's it? In this
state. Eight years ago.

Take a run at her
Social Security number.

Here's one you don't see
every day. ED: Share it.

The SS number is issued to a
woman named Marcela Celaya...

So she changed her name?

Who died ten years ago.

There's a switch. She dies,
and then she gets married.

Rule of thumb, if somebody is using
somebody else's Social Security number,

she's doing something she
ain't supposed to be doing.

I wonder if Rafael knows the woman
he married isn't the woman he married.

WOMAN: Help me!
Somebody stop him!

Hey! (TIRES SCREECHING)

Help! Help me! Looks like
we're missing something.

Help! Stop! Help me! Stop him!

(CONTINUES SCREAMING)
(SIREN WAILING)

Somebody help
him! Help him! Stop it!

No! No!

Get away! Get away from the car.

Don't move another inch.

(HONKING HORN)

Out of my way.

Police, lady. Don't
make me shoot you.

Now get out. Slow.

Get out of the car. Now!

Put your hands
where I can see them.

Above your head.

(SIRENS WAILING IN THE DISTANCE)

Are you out of your skull?

Not anymore.

Dominick? I've known him since
the sixth grade. He sat behind me.

God he was gorgeous. And an
athlete. The captain of everything.

Well, that's a good
reason to get married.

He was like a god.
Even back then.

He was Zeus and I was Leda.
God help me, I actually believed it.

I ain't no mythology
buff, Mrs. Porazzo.

Zeus disguised himself as a swan,
and then raped the mortal Leda.

You saying he raped you?

You know, I looked up
swans in the Britannica.

Do you know they're among the
most vicious birds in the world?

All he wanted was her
love. He tried so hard.

Gave so much and
got back so little.

He did everything she asked.

I think she might disagree.

Yeah, well, she's crazy.
You saw what she did to him.

You know, he bought
her anything she wanted.

Jewels, expensive vacations,
one house bigger than the next.

I didn't realize editors
made that kind of money.

His dad wrote songs.
Sinatra recorded two of them.

You know, he just leased that
Cadillac for her about a month ago.

Turns out a Volkswagen
might have been a safer bet.

This isn't a joke, Detective.

Dom loved me. I loved him.

It wasn't some
kind of sordid fling.

We're supposed to be civilized.

We're supposed
to be sophisticates.

Liebestod, Detective.
"Love-death." They're one.

They're inseparable.
Together they free the will.

Together they bring redemption.

It's Schopenhauer. How
could you possibly understand?

You know what I understand?

I understand that you rode over your
husband with 5,000 pounds of metal.

He's dead, and you did it.

Stop. Don't say anything.

And you are? Gwen Berman.
Mrs. Porazzo's attorney.

And as of now, I'm advising
her to keep her mouth shut.

Do you mind?

Can I assume those
speakers will be kept off?

Now what fun would that be?

Whoo, that woman is crazy!
At least she can't deny it.

Yeah. But she's using
some German philosopher

that nobody ever
heard of to justify it.

This I gotta see. And my mama's
asking me why I'm not married.

Eddie, there's a
Rafael Briseno here.

You can use my office.

I don't know no one named
Marcela Celaya. Your wife.

Was Anna Carranza.

I knew her family. No
Celaya. No Marcela.

She married me
and became Briseno.

She could have been married
before she met you, Mr. Briseno.

Why would she lie to me?
She was hiding something.

From me? How can you do this?

On the day my wife is killed?

It could have something
to do with her getting killed.

You people. You think
everything is a big conspiracy.

I read the papers. People are
getting killed every day of the week.

Please, let me
just bury my wife.

So you don't care if
we catch who killed her?

I want him dead. I
want to kill him myself.

But Anna was mugged.
You're not going to find the guy.

Can I go?

Sure.

I still can't believe
my Anna's gone.

And took Marcela with her.

Did you get anything usable?

He says he's all
shook up. In shock.

That made you suspicious?

Oh, no, he's all shook up all right,
but I think it's because he's scared.

You know what?

Let's see if we can find out
what it is he's so scared of.

I love when I get a hit.

I'm glad we could make your day.

Seven-point match.
You made my week.

Looks like your boy has a temper. He
was arrested for assault 12 years ago.

Oh, domestic violence, actually.
He bopped his live-in girlfriend.

Let me guess. Her name
was Anna or Marcela.

Uh, sorry. Rita Moralez.

Let's see, Celaya spent
six months up at Rikers.

Celaya?

Yeah. That's your guy's
name. Rafael Celaya.

Somebody's been
lying to us. Uh-huh.

Look, I just didn't want to jam the guy
up. I had no idea this was about a murder.

So he wasn't
really here all night?

He was here, but left early. He
asked me to punch him out, and I did.

He say why he left?
He didn't need to.

Do you know how dull it
gets sitting here all night?

He went for a drink.
I didn't ask where.

Guess.

Hartman's. It's
around the block.

Raf. Yeah, he's in here
enough to be called a regular.

You talk to him much?

As much as I can stand.

He's always pissing and
moaning about his life and his job.

And his wife?
Ah, her especially.

Those people,
what can I tell you?

Excuse me? What, you're gonna
tell me the Latins aren't excitable?

One day Raf comes in here

and tells me his wife is the
hottest thing since chili peppers.

The next, she's the
devil in a blue dress.

Was he in here last night?

Yeah, but not for long. He had a
couple shots and he was out the door.

Said he had someplace to go.

BRISCOE: To meet his wife?

I don't know. He
wasn't here very long.

Real serious like. Something
was definitely on his mind though.

About what time did he leave?
9:00, 9:30. Something like that.

That's enough time to get uptown for
some barbecue pork, sweet potato fries.

Mr. Briseno, police.

(RAFAEL SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

(RAFAEL RESPONDING IN SPANISH)

I don't know what he said,
but it didn't sound good.

(RAFAEL GROANING)

Bring back memories?
I can't remember.

Did you find Anna?

We'll help you find
her. She's pretty.

I think you had
enough of this, pal.

Is she wearing a blue dress?
We'll let you see for yourself.

Rafael Briseno, aka Celaya, you're
under arrest for the murder of your wife.

She's dead. Anna's dead.

You have the right to
remain silent. Fat chance.

(RAFAEL GROANING)

Anna!

What am I gonna do?

From what I've been told,
at least I was a happy drunk.

From what I've been
told, I wouldn't go that far.

But at least you never killed nobody.
RAFAEL: We can go to San Juan.

We can grow flowers.
Pretty, pretty flowers.

Roses and gardenias and tulips.

No sunflowers?
I love sunflowers.

Stop the car! You
gotta stop the car! Now!

Give me one good reason.
I'm going to throw up.

Good reason.

Hey, if you haven't noticed, our
friend here bats for the other team.

Men's room's busted.

All right. Go.

What did he do? I think
you've got a customer.

(RAPHAEL VOMITING)

Still no memories? It
does sound familiar.

(TOILET FLUSHING)

Damn it, Rafael. Don't you look?

All right.

Lennie.

Hey, it would have been nice if
she left her name and phone number.

Maybe she did.

Hannah Mayer.
Web site consultant.

(GROANING)

This could be some
clown's idea of a joke.

Let's hope. What
did the attendant say?

He cleaned the bathroom
first thing this morning,

which means it was
probably written today.

You believe him?

An Eminem CD is about as close
to trouble as this kid wants to get.

He said the only person who
asked for the bathroom key all day

was a woman in a blue Chevy.

DMV's checking
for plates with AXD2.

Three deaths and a kidnapping,
I'm only on my second cup of coffee.

Speaking of which, how are
we doing on death number two?

Mr. Briseno is talking his head
off, only it's nothing we want to hear.

I figure a couple of
hours to sleep it off.

Hannah Mayer didn't
make it to work today.

Good for her. Who?

That's the name
on the business card

we found in the ladies
room at the gas station.

I managed to find
a home address.

Would it be too much to ask for her
to just be home in bed with the flu?

Man, the way this day is
going, it would be a miracle.

Really.

She's probably out shopping.

Between you and me,
I don't' think she'll sleep

unless our daughter is the
best dressed kid in the building.

Where is your daughter?

In the womb. Hannah's
eight months pregnant.

Does your wife take off
from work like this very often?

Sure. There's always
the doctor's appointment

or some fancy-schmancy
baby store she's gotta get to.

You want to hear about
rackets? Don't get me started.

ED: She didn't mention
anything this morning?

I've been on my boat
the past two days.

Does she usually go to the
doctor alone? I go when I can.

What about shopping?

I don't know. You
guys are serious?

Like I said, this is
probably a big mistake,

but we found your wife's business
card in a restroom at a gas station.

Yeah. Well, she gives
them out to her clients.

ED: There was a weird
message on the mirror.

What kind of message?

Whoever wrote it claimed
that they were being kidnapped.

Oh, you're kidding.

BRISCOE: You haven't
received any calls, huh?

Would I be standing
here talking to you if I did?

Yeah. AXD2.

No "X," like in "x-ray."

Yeah. You do that.

So, did he confess yet?

Only that he went to
the high school prom

with some girl named Lorraine,
and she ditched him afterwards.

She had the prettiest
eyes. Blue like the ocean.

VAN BUREN: Lennie.

Detectives Briscoe, David
Carlson, Hannah Mayer's father.

Her husband, Simon,
told him what happened.

What was he doing sailing
when she's pregnant like that?

We're not sure anything
happened. Oh, he killed her.

VAN BUREN: How can you
be so sure? Because he's a jerk.

Always was and always will be.

Believe it or not, Mr. Carlson,
that's not against the law.

He cheated on Hannah. One
time maybe you can forgive.

But when it's a steady diet, that's a
hard pill for a father to take every day.

Let alone a wife.

How do you know? Hannah told me.

I told her to leave
him. I begged her.

But she thought a baby
would cure everything.

A lot of guys
cheat, Mr. Carlson.

But what you're implying is a big
step from a pit stop at a Motel 6.

What Detective Briscoe means
is that we don't even have a body.

Last week, she finally
confronted him about his affairs.

It led to a big fight.

VAN BUREN: Did he hurt her? No.

But he did say divorce
was out of the question.

He said he worked too hard to
toss half his money down the toilet.

What kind of husband...

I'm sorry.

We'll get to the
bottom of this, sir.

If your son-in-law has
something to hide, we'll find it.

My daughter's dead.

I know she is.

And I also know that Simon
had something to do with it.

Well, why don't you
just go home now.

And I'll keep you
up-to-date. I promise.

You talked to this Simon guy?

He was cool, until he
heard about the kidnap note.

Then he turned on the
concern. Right on cue.

Talk to people who know him.

Simon is great to work for. He makes
you feel like you're part of the team,

not just somebody taking
messages and getting coffee.

I'm lucky if my accountant
remembers to file my return.

I'm not the only one. Everyone
here feels the same way.

Ask them. We will.

Simon ever talk about his wife?

Sure. He couldn't
wait for the baby.

Most women around here would give
their firstborn for a husband like Simon.

You know, he called me.
He told me what's going on.

If you could hear
the panic in his voice.

ED: Let me ask you
something, Helen.

Do you log Mr. Mayer's outgoing
and incoming phone calls?

Of course.

This is from last week.

He sends Hannah flowers
on the 5th of every month.

They were married
on December 5th.

Another thing I
should have thought of.

There's a dozen or so phone
calls to or from a Sandra Chapple.

Is she in some
kind of tax trouble?

She's not one of our clients.

BRISCOE: So that
makes her, what? A friend.

You mind printing
this out for us?

I met Simon at a
Democratic fundraiser.

He was generous with his
support and we became friends.

Just how far did his
generous support extend?

Is that supposed to be cute?

We were phone buddies, you
know, an occasional drink sometimes.

Sometimes he'd give me
names of potential donors.

Not everything is sordid.

My partner's mind is generally
flowing through the sewer. Forgive him.

Yeah. Well, I guess that's
a good thing for a cop.

Especially when a
citizen goes missing.

Simon?

His wife.

And her father is convinced
she's been murdered.

And guess who he thinks did it?

That stupid bastard.
I warned him.

Oh, is that what friends do,
they warn you not to kill your wife?

Listen, I started seeing
him three months ago.

A couple of times a
week. There's this suite

that his firm keeps
at a midtown hotel.

Accountants? Who knew?

ED: Was it serious? Not to me.

I don't need serious. He was
just something to do for now.

To tell you the truth, I got tired
of the studs in the weight room.

Simon ever talk about his wife?

Just to say how wonderful his life
would be once he got out of the marriage.

Doesn't sound like he was too
thrilled about the baby arriving.

Well, he didn't want to have a
baby. He told me it was a mistake.

That was the real reason that
he wanted out of the marriage.

My wife's name is Hannah Mayer.

She's 31 years old and
she's eight months pregnant.

Again, I'm offering $100,000
to anyone with information

that leads the police to her.

Damn. He's good.
I'll give him that.

If I didn't know different, I'd think the
son of a bitch actually gave a damn.

I'll grant you he's
not a Boy Scout,

but the girlfriends
of married men

aren't the most truthful
people in the world.

You think she was lying?

Okay. And married men aren't
that truthful with their girlfriends.

Spoken like a man
who's been on both sides.

I'll take the Fifth.

Well, guilty or no, we've
got nothing to arrest him on.

If we had a body...

(RAPHAEL SCREAMING IN SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH) Hey! Hey!
It's okay. It's okay. Calm. Calm. Calm.

I swear. I didn't kill
Anna. It was him.

He wants you to think it was me.

Who are we talking
about? My brother, Renaldo.

He just got out of jail. They
paroled him, and he killed Anna.

He wants you to think it was
me, and he's coming to kill me.

All right. All right. It's okay.

I can't say I blame his brother.

I've known Rafael less than a
day, and I'm ready to kill him.

Well, if his brother just got out of
jail, someone knows where he is.

ED: It's okay.

Renaldo Celaya? Yeah,
sure, he's one of my parolees.

Been out, what, maybe five,
six days. After ten long years.

That's not bad for
murder. Ah, manslaughter.

He whacked his wife, only
they never found the body.

Dead wife, missing body.
Where have I heard this before?

Man, it's been a rough
day. Yeah. Tell me about it.

Anyway, all he ever talks about
is Marcela, Marcela, Marcela.

Wait. His wife's
name was Marcela?

Why would I lie?

Anna's using her
sister-in-law's name.

Where can we find Renaldo?

Hey, bro. Is there a
Renaldo working here?

Renaldo Celaya?

Oh, damn!

What the hell are you doing?

Does this say "wash and wear"?

You have the right to remain
silent. Anything you say...

"Docket number 534687,
People v. Renaldo Celaya.

"Murder in the First Degree."

And the plea?

Not guilty, Your Honor.

There's a first. Ms. Southerlyn?

The defendant shot and
killed his brother's wife

within days of being
released from prison.

Bail shouldn't even
be a consideration.

I don't suppose you agree with
that? CLEMENS: Bail, shmail.

What's a couple of days in
Rikers after ten years in Attica?

I'm not going to waste
your time, Your Honor.

You know what,
Counselor? This is a first.

(BROTHERS SCREAMING IN SPANISH)

Not if I kill you first!

(SCREAMING IN SPANISH)

She's my wife,
cabrón! She's my wife!

(CONTINUES SCREAMING)

Calm down.

(EXCLAIMS)

Nothing like a little excitement
to get the heart pumping.

What's next on the menu?

"Docket number 5635781,
People v. Clara Porazzo.

"Charge is Murder in
the Second Degree."

Surprise me, Mrs. Porazzo.

CLARA: I don't
know what you mean.

I need a plea.
Did you do it? Yes.

I don't think my client
understands, Your Honor.

I understand perfectly.
I killed the S.O.B.

She's obviously
mentally disturbed.

The defendant killed
her husband, Your Honor.

She ran him over
four times with her car.

I admire her restraint.

I object.

Cool your jets, Counselor.
Shall we take this from the top?

No need to, Your Honor.
Dom is dead, and I did it.

I knew exactly what I was doing.

I'm not supposed to express
personal opinions in the courtroom,

but I've got to tell you, Mrs. Porazzo,
you make me proud to be an American.

CLARA: Thank you.

Cheating on you, was he? Yeah.

But I could live with that. I
could live with his perversions.

But I won't go under
the knife for anyone.

These were good enough
for him when we got married.

JACK: Let me get this
straight, Mr. Celaya.

You admit you killed
Anna Briseno? That's right.

Only her real name is Marcela.

But you still claim you're
not guilty? That's right.

That's what philosophers
call a conundrum.

It's what lawyers call
a screwball defense.

CLEMENS: Not when you
hear all the facts, it's not.

The facts are, he
killed his brother's wife.

She was not his
wife. She was my wife.

Your brother married
your wife? That's right.

She must have divorced
you while you were in prison.

No. She couldn't divorce me.

Dead people can't file papers.

Your wife was
dead? That's right.

And I should know. I killed her.

Who's on first?

Only I killed her now.
Not ten years ago.

Maybe I should explain. Renaldo
was charged and convicted

ten years ago
of killing his wife.

The problem was,
she wasn't dead.

She just ran off. RENALDO: And
now you can't do nothing to me.

What's it called?
Double jeopardy.

That's when you can't be charged
for killing the same wife twice.

You gotta love the Constitution.

That isn't what the
Constitution had in mind.

Okay, then. Stick me
in a courtroom again.

If it's not the Double J thing,

then that means I didn't kill my
wife back when you said I did.

That means I did
time for no crime.

Leaves me free to sue you,

your boss, the Governor,
and anybody else I can think of

for false imprisonment.

My client spent a lot of time
reading at state expense.

I'll give you both some
time to think it over.

See how you want to handle it.

That's right. We the ones
giving out the time now.

It's a law school
exam, is what it is.

And to tell you the truth,
I don't know the answer.

Same crime, same victim.

They can't be the same crime
if they occurred ten years apart.

So you're saying if someone was
acquitted for robbing a bank on Tuesday,

but then we found out it
actually happened on Thursday,

you'd say that double
jeopardy doesn't apply?

I'll argue statutory intent.

You expect a jury to buy that?

It's a question for the judge.

You expect a judge to buy that?

He killed someone, Arthur.

And he already
did the time for it.

I'm not just going to put my tail
between my legs. I'm not asking you to.

I'm just thinking if we can keep
this disaster out of a courtroom,

we might all be better off.

Now if you can't charge
straight on, attack the flanks.

This false imprisonment
charge is his leverage.

You get rid of it, he's more
likely to sit at a table with us.

False imprisonment requires malicious
intent and/or extreme negligence.

Find some proof that
there wasn't any of either.

Ten years. That's a long time.

That's like 400 murders ago.

So, you don't
remember it at all?

They say you never forget
the ones you win. That's a crock.

They're gone as soon as the next
slime-bucket walks in your office.

Oh, here we go.
Renaldo Celaya. Man one.

That's right.

We tried it without a body.

No offense, but how did you
know there was a body at all?

Marcela had a sister,
Leticia, lived in San Juan.

She reported her missing, and
that kick-started the investigation.

And Renaldo was the
only suspect? One and only.

Leticia told us Marcela told
her she was having an affair.

With whom? That
we never found out.

Anyway, we figured Renaldo
got wind of the affair and snapped.

That doesn't sound
like much of a case.

Neighbors testified
that Renaldo and

Marcela's marriage on
a good day was volatile,

and I use that word generously.

He was a puncher.
What was his defense?

That she was his wife. He had a
witness, too. Here it is, Patricia Botten.

And she said he was an angel?
Well, she might have, if she showed up.

Sure, I know Patricia.
Who wouldn't?

I mean, that babe's
got a butt to kill for.

Nice choice of words. You
know where she works at?

Uh-uh.

What about what
time she gets home?

Do you really want to talk to
her, huh? Yeah. It looks like it.

Then talk.

Hey, yo! Patricia!
Patricia Botten.

Oh! Damn, woman! Hey, hey, hey!

What I do?

(SIGHS) Nothing. Until
you hit a police officer.

I thought he was a mugger.

Why don't you chase
down the real hoods

instead of sneaking up
on tax-paying citizens?

You got a hell of a punch.

I box at the Y.

Patricia, we need to ask you some
questions about Renaldo Celaya.

Who?

The boyfriend you were supposed
to back up at his murder trial.

I don't know what you mean.

Hey, you want me to
forget about the punch?

I wanted to go to court.
My husband told me not to.

BRISCOE: Why's that?

Men and their
stupid macho thing.

He didn't want people to
know I was seeing Renaldo.

You were cheating on
your husband with Renaldo,

and Marcela was cheating on Renaldo with
somebody else. Am I getting this right?

Happens all the time.
At least around here.

And all this time I've been living
in the wrong housing complex.

Renaldo would never kill Marcela
over me, if that's where you're going.

He knew up front I
would never leave Paco,

and he could care less if she was
getting some outside the house.

ED: How do you know?
He told me, that's how.

We okay on the punch?

Uh-huh.

Now if he didn't want
to kill her ten years ago,

why would he kill her now?

Oh, it could have something to do
with the ten years he spent in the can

because she didn't come forward.

I wonder if Renaldo
likes barbecued pork.

This must be one hell of
a broad, all this attention.

Oh, yeah. The deader
they are, the more we care.

This the guy that was
pacing around here last night?

Close, but no. The guy was a little
younger, long hair, thin like a wire.

High-strung, quick to
snap, nervous type?

Yeah. That's right.

He had a boxer's body, but
shaky hands, like he drank a lot.

That sounds like Rafael to me.

Yeah. You gotta love those
Celaya boys. Thank you, Papi.

Why do you guys
keep coming after me?

You got the man that killed my
Anna. What more do you want?

Was it Cain who slept with Abel's
wife, or the other way around?

I forget. Renaldo was in jail.

Yeah, and Anna, or should I
say Marcela, was already dead.

He never treated her
good. She loved me.

ED: So why'd you
kill her? You're crazy.

Renaldo already said he did it.

Yeah, but you're the one
who lied about being at work

and you had barbecue with
your wife just before she died,

so that makes us think that
you're the one who popped her.

That's a great plan.
You kill your wife,

only big brother takes the fall.

Except he's untouchable, so the two of
you walk off hand-in-hand into the sunset,

but double jeopardy sure
as hell doesn't apply to you.

She was an evil woman, you know.

She was married to Renaldo
and she was cheating on him.

With you!

She cheated on him, she'd
cheat on me soon enough.

You guys are weird, Rafael, but
it's hard to believe you're that weird.

When Renaldo got out, we took a
drive out to Newark where we grew up,

and I thought he was
gonna kill me. I told him to.

I was so guilty.

But blood is blood, he said, and
Marcela, she'll never be blood.

I had to do it. For Renaldo.

You got a lawyer you
want us to call, man?

All those years when Renaldo was away,
I looked out my window, out at Newark,

and I wished we
never left Jersey.

It's this city that
makes you go bad.

Jersey. Damn.

I say something wrong?

AXD2. Right. You're an
angel. You got an address?

Thank you.

Don't get too comfortable.

That gas station where
Hannah Mayer left the message

is near the West Side Highway,
which leads to the Holland Tunnel,

which takes you
across the river.

New Jersey DMV had
a read on the plates.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

New York City Police.
Hurry! Please, God, hurry!

She's upstairs.

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

OFFICER: I need a bus at
984 Meade. Repeat, 984 Meade.

You ever do this before? Hey,
man, you're the one with kids.

All right. Bring me some clean
towels and boil some water.

Doctors really do that?

George Clooney does.
That's good enough for me.

(SCREAMING)

So, was this about money?

I don't need money.
Why would you say that?

Well, because that's what
most kidnappers are after.

A little girl.

It was a miracle.

You're a hero.

Believe it or not, she could have
done it on her own. It's natural.

For everyone but me.

You know, she could have
died. No. I wasn't going to hurt her.

Hannah has no idea
how blessed she is.

You and Hannah are friends? We
met at Dr. Furman's office. This morning.

He was the sixth
doctor I'd been to.

So, you can't have children?

It's all I ever wanted.

Babies are God's gift.

I'll bet you Hannah thinks the
same thing. She could have others!

It's not fair.

She couldn't have one of her own, so
she figured she'd take someone else's?

It worked for Tony
B. ED: Who's that?

He took my bike when I was 12.

From Hannah Mayer's husband.

(EXCLAIMS) I was looking
forward to arresting him.

Good night.

Man, three murders and a baby.

If you drank, I'd
buy you a beer.

Hey, I drink seltzer,
and I'm buying.

(PHONE RINGING)

No law says you
have to answer that.

Yeah.

All right. All right.
We'll be there.

What? Make that four murders.

Remember Andy the
jogger? The heart attack?

Man, life should be so easy.

When last we saw
him, it was a faulty ticker.

(SIGHS) He's got
a runner's heart.

Even dead, I'd bet it's in
better shape than most.

So why are we here? Nicotine.

The guy smoked and ran?

No. His lungs were as pink as a
baby's. The nicotine was ingested.

Pure nicotine kills. And, guess
what, it looks just like a heart attack.

He was only 42 years old.

We swore we were gonna spend the rest
of our lives together. I never thought...

It was a heart
attack, wasn't it?

Yeah, probably.

So why are you guys...
It's just part of the drill.

Sure.

How long did you
guys live together?

(CRYING)

I'm sorry.

That son-of-a-bitch!
That bastard!

ED: It wasn't his
fault. I know that.

I'm gay, I'm not stupid.
I know why you're here.

So, you poisoned him?

(EXCLAIMS)

Like you don't know I
work at Langden Chemical.

Uh, I gotta tell you, Jerry,
that was one hell of an act.

Those tears had me going.

Oh, those tears
are real all right.

After everything I went
through to get rid of him,

now Andy's lawyer tells me that the State
of New York won't recognize our marriage.

Why couldn't I have
killed him in Hawaii?

I'm out the insurance. I lose the lease
on this loft because it's in Andy's name.

Everything is in Andy's name.

You have the right to
remain silent. Please.

Love, a devastating disease
instantly cured by marriage.

My grandparents have
been together for 50 years.

(PAGER BEEPING) (SCOFFS) Wait!

Yeah? Oh, no. Where?

All right.

Damn. We got a jumper. What?

I may join him.