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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, wouldn't you?

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 ID, no purse, no wallet.

What, is it a robbery?

It could be.

But she's got diamond earrings
on worth more than my car.

And that's a Prada
coat she's wearing.

How long?

Rigor, lividity, never
hit freezing last night...

Let's say 10 hours.

Petechial hemorrhaging,
bruising on the neck.

Swollen lip and a nice shiner.

She's got a bloodstain
on her dress.

Oh, it could be blood. I
don't see any lacerations.

Hey, Sarge, are those your
footprints facing the body?

Uh, no, they're not.

Can we get a mold on those?

And those over
there, too? Got it.

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?

Oh, 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 walk around
the perimeter of the park

from 9:00 to 9:20.
Or Sammi 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.

Uh, 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 at
the Falls Foundation.

We raise money
for children in need.

Last night's benefit was for
children affected by the tsunami.

So many orphans.

That's a great cause.
How'd you guys do?

We raised several
hundred thousand dollars.

Listen, we're gonna need a list of
everybody that was here last night.

Yeah, 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 seemed pretty sure.

Ah, Detectives, my brother
Max, the Foundation Chairman.

Uh, 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? Wow. What
am I, in trouble?

Aw, 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
could 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 your wife?

Lisa? What does she
have to do with this?

Did you see her when you got in?

Well, I didn't wanna 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...

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 said 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.

Yeah. As to whether she
fought off her attacker...

Skin and blood under her nails.

Now, 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.

Uh, Head of Programming
at Cuisine TV,

so she knew about food.

Well, no disrespect, but
she didn't know the difference

between prosciutto
and pastrami. Bud!

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 come?

Well, she got in an
argument with Max Finneran,

our Chairman of the Board.

They really were into it.

What did they fight about?

Oh, the Foundation
Board of Directors.

See, Bud is the largest
contributor to the Foundation.

Uh, one of the largest.

Um, naturally,
he's on the Board.

Uh, Lisa wanted to be, too,

but Max wouldn't approve her.

Uh, felt she was disruptive.

And you both
overheard this argument?

I caught the tail end of it.

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?

Well, she said she
knew what was going on

and she wasn't just
gonna 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 know, it wouldn't
surprise me if the twins

were trying to cash
in on the tsunami.

Oh, 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
has got a charity fraud unit.

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

Works for me.

Twenty thousand
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.

And 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%.

Yeah, 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?

Uh, fire's point of origin was
the office of the Falls Foundation.

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.

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?

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.

Oh, that's... That's a relief.

Speaking of which,
why was Mrs. Taylor

upset about your
expense reports?

Our expense report?

The night of the benefit?
The night she died?

You remember you
had a fight with her?

Oh, it wasn't a fight.
She was confused.

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
going to report you

to the Attorney
General's office.

Okay, are... 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 with badges... Thugs!

You listen to me.

You and your Doublemint
freak show partner here

better learn some
manners, do you understand?

Huh?

Joe. Let him go.

We'll get with them later.

Come on, get outta 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
could just run their DNA.

That's 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've 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.

The Attorney General's indicting
the twins for grand larceny,

a possible five-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.

Crowne Plaza, Omni
Berkshire, Sheraton.

Yeah, she booked hotel
rooms a couple of times a week.

Yeah, on nights when her husband
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 'em again. See if they
could cook up the same story.

Taylor was here all night.

"Here," as in, in this kitchen?

Can we talk about
it later? Fire 13!

Thirteen, go. Bail Frenchie out.

Baboso, get yourself
together. Pick up!

Hey, listen. Does anybody
know when 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 I 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?

Look, I told you, I
didn't wanna 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... 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. No, I said

I see. Yeah, I know. I
heard. You were working.

You know what else I also heard?

You have the right to
remain... No. Okay, 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 hung up.

All right, come on, Chef
Boyardee. Let's go meet your guy.

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

And it checks out?

We found Taylor's dealer.

He gave us the same story.

And Taylor got cash at St.
Nicholas Avenue on 181st Street.

We took this photo
from the ATM machine.

He took out $300 at 10:05.

What time did Lisa
Taylor leave the benefit?

Eugene Syles says 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
ID 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 Midtown.

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 sorry?

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?

Oh, 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.

Buon apetito. WOMAN: 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.

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.

You mind telling me
where you got that, uh, cut?

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

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

Do you have any other
badges of honor on your body?

Like on your neck
or your arms, maybe?

Of course not.

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 time? 9:45.

Where did you drop
him? Twentieth and Lex.

At the park?

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.

They're 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.

Six thousand dollars
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.

Hey, look here.

We come back with a warrant,

I can't guarantee that 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, uh, 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.

Yeah, but you would
know 'em if you saw them.

Have you thrown out the trash?

Well, there's a
dumpster out back,

but 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.

Get a little wine, turn down
the flame, now that's beautiful.

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

If you miss the mascarpone tart,

you'll never forgive yourself.

Basta é finito!

And we're clear.

Who put the spices on the right?

Who the hell is moving
things around? Denise!

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.

Oh, 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.

"Docket 49884,
People v. Aberto Moretti.

"One count of murder
in the second degree."

Aberto!

Ian. FEIST: What
are you doing here?

Facing murder
charges, Your Honor.

This man 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 one
million dollars.

My client is not interested
in discussing a plea.

Tell him to reconsider.

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.

They could've had sex.

He says they used a condom,

so there's no
way to disprove it.

Kind of takes the
edge off our theory

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 you, 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.

I mean, what was
she? A decade older?

Twelve years.

Well, they had 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?

It 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've 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've 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
could have a dozen restaurants

in 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. JUDGE: I'll allow it.

If a court officer
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 into 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?
- Withdrawn.

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.

You know, 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 the rest of
the jury has been contaminated.

All right, 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.

Of course the defense
wants a mistrial.

They have nothing to lose.

It 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've 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.

Sara Jobson.

Forty-one, divorced. 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 are 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 told 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.

Do 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 does she know about this?

Could've 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?

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 that to
the police or us. 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.

I mean, 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 articles about Aberto,

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've 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 help.

He said he'd give me
exclusive details, photos...

And after the book
was published,

we'd do a tour together.

And did you get your
exclusive details?

He called me from a payphone.

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 was
helping you with your book,

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 payphone

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 rephrase.

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?

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 payphone...

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, even.

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.

Look, 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 wanna
lose the contract.

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 will 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.