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In New York City's war on crime

the worst criminal offenders
are pursued

by the detectives
of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

All I know is, she must
have gotten my name

and she must have talked
about me to my P.O.

No, I don't think
he knows anything.

Look, okay, okay, I get it.

I'm going to take care
of everything for you.

Just don't worry...

The fillers for the lineup

were Hispanic men
like the defendant.

They had mustaches
like the defendant

glasses like the defendant.

They outweighed him
by about 50 pounds each.

Only because his client

went a crash diet
after he committed
his crime.

We chose fillers
to the lineup

who matched Mr. Venueva's
appearance

at the time he held up
the bodega

which is entirely proper.

It is if I say it is,
Mr. Carver.

I'll give you my decision
tomorrow.

How does this work

for my calendar,
Miss Trudeau?

9:00 a.m., Judge.

Good.

9:00, then.

And if you're late,
bring a toothbrush

because I will hold you
in contempt.

Okay.

See you Sunday.

Bye.

I've been in the john
half the night.

It's got to be the onion rings.

Give me that flight number
again.

Yeah, I... I got it.

Look, if my plumbing acts up
again... I'll call in.

I've got a time-certain
call on Greenwald's part.

Can we administratively
adjourn this?

Blakemore's never late.

Can we wait a minute?

He in chambers?

There's no answer.

He's got to be on his way down.

Ron, thanks
for coming.

This is Jess Litton
my attorney.

Ron Carver from
the District
Attorney's Office.

I don't know if Mrs. Lewin
told you or not

but we also
called the police.

They should be here
any minute.

Do you want to
wait for them?

Uh, no. It's in here.

It's Emily Trudeau

Judge Blakemore's clerk.

Blakemore's
in his study.

We can start
whenever you're ready.

Do you see
something?

Is his investigative style
always so sociable?

Yeah, sure.

The killer wrapped
her head in a towel

before slamming it twice

into the corner of the counter.

Minimize blood spatter?

But it doesn't match
the other kitchen towels.

He brought
it with him.

And he left it behind.

But he took
something else with him.

The trash?

There's no liner bag.

But there's...

smell.

Vomit.

He threw up
in there

after killing her.

Why she was here is unimportant.

The point is,
she was going home.

Her diaphragm is washed.

It's still wet.

That's completely
irrelevant

to the issue
of who killed her.

At this point,
Judge

What's relevant isn't your call.

We do need you to be candid,
Your Honor.

Were we having an affair? Yes.

Nothing more
to it than that.

For how long
the affair?

Long enough.

Why don't you focus instead
on who did this?

We are.

How often did your wife
visit your daughter

out in Connecticut?

Every other weekend.

She always leaves
on a Thursday?

Yes.

So why wasn't Miss Trudeau
spending the night here?

Emily lives with her mother
who has Parkinson's.

She's uncomfortable
leaving her
alone all night.

Are we nearly finished here?

No.

Did your wife know about her?

Absolutely not.

I know what you're insinuating.

Nothing of the sort happened.

There's only one explanation

Emily was surprised
by a burglar.

A burglar?

Did you hear a burglar?

No, I didn't hear anything.

Well, didn't you

walk her downstairs
when she was leaving?

No, I was in bed asleep.

That's uh...

Did, uh...

Uh, did you two have a fight?

No.

You let her find her own way outin the dark?

You know, I find
the tone of your questions

completely gratuitous.

I'm done here.

You deal with them.

I've got to
call my wife.

Just one last thing.

What did you have
to eat last night?

This investigation
will be run by the book.

I don't care whose ass
needs kissing

you tell Mrs. Lewin
I'm not putting up

with any crap
from the DAs office.

I didn't suggest you should.

But Judge Blakemore's
a well-respected jurist

contributes regularly
to legal journals

and is a candidate
for the appellate court.

And he was banging
his law clerk.

This is a press case.

Good cops lose their pensions
because of press cases.

I don't plan on
losing mine

because of
Judge Blakemore.

I'll relay
your concerns
to Mrs. Lewin.

Anything to this
burglary theory?

No forced entry

and the only thing
stolen was the trash.

The killer threw up
in the trash.

We found splatter
on the floor.

It's being analyzed.

The judge?

Could be, but the attack
was planned and orderly.

The killer brought
a towel with him

to wrap
around Miss Trudeau's head

when he brained her
against the counter.

Professional.

Yes... and no.

He could have covered her faceto keep her from looking at him.

To increase his own
comfort level.

The fact that he vomited

indicates that he doesn't have
the stomach to be a pro.

A semiprofessional hit man?

As a matter of fact, yes.

There's a profile

in the literature.

These boys don't derive
their entire income
on contract killing.

They hold regular jobs.

They're less impulsive
than amateurs

but they score high
on psychopathy

with a history

street fights, barroom brawls,
domestic violence.

In other words

someone a jealous wife
might hire in a pinch

to whack her husband's mistress.

Come in.

I've met Diane Blakemore.

She's strictly Colony Club.

She wouldn't know where
to find a hit man.

These are Emily Trudeau's
cell phone records

for the last couple of months.

She and Blakemore kept their
phone traffic pretty low-key.

Maybe one
after-hours
phone call

every few
days, if that.

During the last week, she was
calling Blakemore at home

three or four times a night.

I don't know what those calls
would have been about.

Did she talk about
her relationship
with the judge?

She knew
I didn't approve

but she was
in love with him.

Ever since she started
working for him

ten years ago.

Long time to be
somebody's mistress.

She took it all
on his terms.

Is this Emily's?

Yes.

May I?

Yeah.

Could she have
wanted more

from the relationship?

Maybe issued
an ultimatum?

She knew he would never
leave his wife.

Emily knew that.

Summa Cum Laude at NYU.

And Law Review.

She was an editor.

Clerking for Blakemore

was just supposed to be
a stepping stone.

She wrote very well.

She was so bright.

Emily has a docking station
for a laptop

but I don't see it.

She took it to work every day.

It wasn't at her office.

And we didn't see it
at Blakemore's.

I have to be at Andrea's
in 15 minutes.

This'll be done
in no time.

It's your daughter's
baby shower.

What's so important

you got to pick it up
right this minute?

I can't tell you,
cupcake.

Arnie...

You don't want me
to lie to you, right?

So I can't tell you.

But it's all good,
you'll see.

It's all on here.

What do you want me
to do with the rest of it?

Sell it for parts.

Just make sure that
it can't be traced.

Yeah, okay.

I'm burning copies of the
new Jackie Chan movie.

You want one?

No. Dori and me, we like
romantic movies.

Thanks.

Harland finished his search
of Trudeau's office.

No computer.

Lab results

no DNA, no blood type

but they found traces
of tuna salad on rye.

Emily Trudeau's
greatest hits?

"Free Speech and the
Fair Use Doctrine."

"The First Amendment and
Encryption Software..."

Stop it.
You're making me hot.

Emily Trudeau's Law Review
articles

is what got Blakemore hot.

Can you call Carver?

See if he can get us in
to see Blakemore?

Where are you going?

To the law library.

I hope you can appreciate

I had to recalendar
two suppression
hearings for this.

We appreciate it a lot,
Your Honor.

A few questions came up

when we were looking
into your background.

You checked his background?

To assess any threats
against him.

Threats?

This was a botched burglary,
wasn't it?

No. We heard that you're up fora seat on the appellate court.

That's right.

The fact that you're
being considered
is a tribute to you

as a jurist and
a legal scholar.

Yes, I suppose it is.

What is your question?

You went to Yale?

Yale and Columbia.
I graduated from both.

You were in
Law Review?

No.

Or that other award

that they give to the top 10%
of the class.

Order of The Coif?

No.

That's because
you have a 2.0 average.

What do they call that?

Ah, or Gentleman Cs,
isn't that it?

If you came here

to denigrate
my client's record...

We like his record.

We like the fact that he's a...a late bloomer.

All the articles
that you've published

over these
last few years

um, like this one...

"Intellectual Property Rights
in the New Millennium."

What about it?

"Conflicts between
First Amendment rights

"and intellectual
property rights

"have traditionally
been resolved

"in favor of
the expansion

of intellectual
property rights."

It's clear, concise.

Did Junger V. Daly really hold

that the First Amendment
doesn't protect software?

Yes, it did.

I don't see what this has...

No. Daly's a landmark case
precisely because it held

the First Amendment does
protect software.

You read one articleand you think you're an expert.

I've been researching this field
for years.

Ten years.

Ever since Emily Trudeau
went to work for you.

Emily Trudeau
graduated summa cum laude

Order of The Coif,
Law Review.

What the hell
are you insinuating?

"Conflicts between
First Amendment rights

"and intellectual
property rights

"have traditionally
been resolved

in favor of..."

Well, you know
the rest.

It's from "Free Speech
and The Fair Use Doctrine"

written by Emily Trudeau.

Two years before
she became your clerk.

Either you stole her article,
or she wrote it for you.

That's ridiculous.
It's defamatory.

It's good-bye
to the appellate court

if anybody finds out.

What did Emily
do, Judge?

Threaten to go public?

No!

Don't answer that.

Unless you, what?

Left your wife
or gave her money?

The proof was on her computer,
which is why

you waited to call the police
so you could get rid of it.

Computer?
She had her computer with her.

No, not with her,
not in her office

not in her home.

You really don't knowwhere that computer is, do you?

But you're terrified
because of what's on it.

First you call him
a plagiarist

then a murderer, now you've
changed your mind.

This is no way to treat
a Justice

of the New York court.

He still is a plagiarist.

Except somebody else killed
Emily Trudeau.

Killed her for her computer.

The evidence she was
ghost-writing his articles

was on that computer.

If somebody wants
to destroy Blakemore's rep

ruin his chances with
the appellate court...

Question is

who wanted Blakemore
disqualified?

We could always ask whoeverchooses appellate court judges.

This I'll handle.

I'll talk to the bipartisan
nominating committee

and I'll let you know
what I find out.

Want to know
how it really works?

I got just the guy for you.

His first job was
bellhop at the Biltmore

wasn't it, Jimmy?

My mom marched me down

to Democratic
Headquarters herself.

Said I was a hooligan
in the making

and if anybody could
set me straight

it was Mack McNeil.

I need to get home.

Fill 'em in, Mack.

So, what can I tell you

about the Honorable
Dutch Blakemore?

Let's start with people
who'd want to keep him off

the appellate court.

Like?

He might be
the swing vote

on an important case

or he rubs a
special-interest
group the wrong way.

Everybody loves Dutch Blakemore.

He didn't strike us
as very lovable.

When you've raised $10 million
for the party's candidates

in the last election

people will overlook
your shortcomings.

So that's what
counts here--

fundraising for the right party.

Where did you think

appellate court judges
came from?

Any other judges in the running?

Four. Rasmussen, Fuller,
Sabatelli and Zimmer.

But Dutch is the front-runner
by a long mile.

Because everybody loves Dutch.

Ask the Bar Association.

They hold public hearings
on the candidates.

We looked at Judge Blakemore's

record pretty closely

and I don't recall
that he ever took a stand

on any controversial issue.

What about pending appeals
he might be facing

on the appellate court?

Organized crime cases,
drug cases?

Nothing of
any consequence.

Anything come up
in the public hearings?

Maybe a personal gripe?

I don't recall.

Can you check?

There's always
a personal gripe
of some kind--

co-op neighbors
who don't think

the nominee pays
his dues on time.

Here. There was one name
on the witness list.

She was a no-show.

Her name?

Duval, Marie Duval.

Doesn't say
what her complaint was.

In hindsight,
maybe I was wrong to back out.

But I'm up for partner
next year.

Why should I be
the next Anita Hill?

Blakemore sexually
harassed you.

I was his clerk
back in the '80s.

During a sexual battery case

he told me liked watching
S&M scenes in pornos.

Was it ever anything
more than talk?

He never laid a hand on me.

On anyone else,
I can't vouch for.

He harassed other women?

Guys like him
can't help themselves.

Do you know who these women are?

No, but when I didn't appear
at the hearing, I got a call.

He said
he was a concerned citizen.

It was probably some girl's
boyfriend or brother.

He said that Blakemore
was a fraud, a womanizer

and that it
wasn't too late
for me to testify.

Did the citizen
identify himself?

No. He hung up
when I asked him his name.

I star-69'd him
and a dispatcher answered.

It was a car service--
Smooth Ride.

Yeah, I remember
getting that call.

All the incoming calls
get routed to me.

I told that lady
I got 102 drivers

42 cars, each one
with a cell phone.

I got no way of knowing
who called her.

That's what she said
you told her.

Same thing I told
the other lady.

What other lady?

Another lawyer.

She comes down here
a week later.

She says she's getting
crank calls

from one of our numbers.

She said if I didn't help her

her boss is going
to put me in contempt.

Her boss was a judge?

What she said.

Yeah, that's the one
who showed up here.

I had to pull the logs

on every phone
till I found one
with her number on it.

You still have
those records?

I don't need a judge
putting me in contempt.

Who had this phone?

This day, that's just it.

Four different drivers
could have used it.

Three calls
to Emily's number
at the courthouse.

This number here
right after the second call

to the 248 exchange.

That's the probation office.

Lou said
to shut her up.

She knew my name.

How else am I supposed
to shut her up?

What the hell
were you thinking

going to his house?

That was a good thing.
It was good.

What was the good thing
about it, Arnie?

For God's sakes

sometime I think
you're dumber than you look.

You didn't even see
what I got for you.

From a computer.

And don't worry,
I got rid of it.

This is pretty good, huh?

See, I anticipated
what you wanted.

I always anticipate.

Want me to get you
some water?

This one's a cream puff.

Two shoplifting beefs
and one for passing
bad checks.

This one's got
three assaults.

Arnie Cox. Was fired
from his last two jobs

for violent outbursts.

A history of violence
sounds like

a distinguishing
feature of the semi-
professional hit man.

I only look like
I'm not paying
attention to you.

You need to close ranks.

What are you
talking about?

You're setting up

a "seven-stars
offense," right?

What are you, an expert?

I'm a cop.

So's she.

And you're
under arrest.

Your move.

It's not that
I don't have counsel.

It's just that he costs me
100 bucks an hour.

I mean, if I thought
I needed him...

I know you folks
are just doing your job.

And anybody that likesChinese chess can't be all bad.

Where'd you learn anyways?

China.

Yeah? Me, too.

No, I'm just
pulling your leg.

Anyways, I never made
any calls to Emily Trudeau.

But you heard
about her murder?

Who didn't?

You were working that night.

Now, you see?
I got an alibi.

That's a little optimistic.

There was plenty of time
to do the murder

in between your runs to JFK.

I had the trots
from eating too much grease.

Speaking of...

what would you say if I told you

we found DNA in some vomit
on the crime scene?

Actually,
that's a good one, Bobby.

You had DNA, I wouldn't be here.

I'd be sitting
in some doctor's office

with a court-ordered needle
in my vein.

That's a good one... Arnie.

You've got quite a career.

Turned over a new leaf.

Yeah. Judge cut you a break.

Judge Sabatelli.

Look, isn't he the guy

who writes novels
in his spare time?

I don't know.

I just got lucky.

I could have been
in front of Judge Sessor.

That guy's got a broomstick
up his ass.

Something just
occurred to me.

Sabatelli's up for
the appellate court.

Oh, yeah?

You didn't know?

Why would I?

Well, your favorite judge.

You know what, Bobby?

I'm done talking today.

Raoul Sabatelli?

That's where it's going.

Or where
you're taking it.

Every time Sabatelli's
name came up

Arnie's pulse went
up 20 clicks.

Right along with mine.
Look...

I know Sabatelli's a
little rough around
the edges...

Golden Gloves, right?

Forget about Sabatelli

for a second.

Worry about this mutt.

You think he stole
the girl's computer, right?

Get a search warrant.

You care who we ask?

You're a little late
on probable cause here.

You were a Golden Gloves champ
in '59.

Why? You want to go
a few rounds?

The phone calls;
there's no certainty
he made them.

Isn't that why

they call it "probable cause,"
Your Honor?

Don't get smart with me.

You know this
defendant?

Yeah, he's made a few
appearances in my part.

You think murder
is out of his reach?

All of my years
on the bench

have taught me that anybody
is capable of anything.

Isn't that a line
from one of your books?

The Serpent's Tooth.

Look at this.
Is this a French edition?

Yeah. My books
have been translated

into nine different languages.

That's the latest.

Oh...

La Ville Sanglante.

"Bloody City."

This is very cool.

This one,
I haven't seen before.

Westside Danny.

That's out of print.

Well, I'd... love to read it.

Could, uh...
could I buy it from you?

Just go ahead.

It's on me.

Well, thank you.

Your Honor,
the search warrant?

Oh... okay, what the hell?

You want to go fishing,
be my guest.

Uh, since you're signing
things, do you mind?

We don't have
any computers here.

We don't even know
how to work the video.

They won't break
anything, will they?

They know not to.

It's Judge Sabatelli.

That belongs to my husband.

Well, why do you have it?

He thinks very highly
of the Judge.

He's from very humble
circumstances like Arnie.

He gave Arnie a break
when he didn't have to.

That's from the newspaper.

One of the papers
did an article on the Judge.

Arnie clipped it out.

This is from the
newspaper, too.

That was two years ago.

The Judge hired Arnie

to drive him to some
fancy political thing.

The Judge throw a lot
of work his way?

On occasion.

So, Arnie has all

of Sabatelli's novels.

It looks like he's read them
a few times.

They came like that.

He bought them
at the flea market.

Arnie's locker at the
limo company was clean.

No computer...

nothing to connect
him to the murder.

You underlining
the dirty parts?

Sabatelli's novels
are pretty robust.

The rest, it's Jimmy Breslin
meets Daphne du Maurier.

"Judge Wakefield was the worst
kind of American aristocrat.

"The kind who was born
on third base

and thought he hit a triple."

Wakefield's one of his
recurring characters.

"Wakefield majored
in drinking at Yale

"and whored his way
through Columbia.

"That and marrying
the granddaughter

"of a New York
Supreme Court Justice

was the sum total
of his legal education."

"Wakefield sat in silence,
to all appearances

"in deep meditation on
the grave constitutional issue

"before him.

"But Wakefield wasn't meditatingon anything.

"He didn't have an opinion
on the matter

"so he did what he usually did

he borrowed one."

Wakefield is Blakemore.

In the first edition

of Sabatelli's
second book

Wakefield's wife
was named Diane--

which happens to be the same
name as Blakemore's wife--

but the name was changed
in subsequent editions.

Yeah, that was
a creative decision.

Inspired by...

threat of a lawsuit?

Raoul was not happy.

In the right light

you can see where we
plastered over the hole

he made with his fist.

What's his beef with Blakemore?

We know they both went
to Columbia...

Oh, yes, Raoul
went on a scholarship.

Blakemore went on his father's dime.

Raoul got the straight A's

but Blakemore got theinvitations to the Faculty Club.

Ron.

Yes, Judge?

You need to be
straight with me.

Where are they going
with this?

Where's who going with what?

The Blakemore case.

The detectives
are investigating me.

I wasn't aware.

You point the finger
at Blakemore, you know

and everyone says, "No,
not him, couldn't be him."

Point the finger at
Sabatelli and they say

"Well, what do you expect from
some punk from the streets?"

Nobody is saying...

If they point the
finger at you, Ron

what would they say?

You know exactly
what they'd say.

Sabatelli hates Blakemore.

He hates Zimmer.

He hates Rasmussen.

He hates Lewin.
He hates McCoy.

He hates everybody equally.

He doesn't seem
to hate you.

We served
on committees together.

I admire him as a maverick.

A man who lifted himself up
from the streets.

He doesn't see me as a threat.

But that's how he
see's Blakemore!

He's paranoid...
pathological.

Is that police code
for hot-blooded?

W... well, don't put
words in my mouth

or some kind of attitude.

If he's involved

why on Earth would he sign
a search warrant for Mr. Cox?

Because he knew
we wouldn't find anything.

That's paranoid.

We could throw Sabatelli
another hot potato.

See how he handles it.

Arnie Cox made harassing calls
to Emily Trudeau.

You charge him
with violating his probation.

Since he was
Sabatelli's defendant

it'll end up in Sabatelli's lap.

Sabatelli revokes
his probation

Arnie goes back to
prison for five to ten.

If you're right about Sabatelli

he won't want
to alienate Mr. Cox.

Yeah. If you're
right about him

then he won't have a
problem locking him up.

Very slick, Detective.

It's a damn trap, Henry.

It's only a trap

if Arnie Cox can hurt you.

Be straight with me, Raoul.

As your attorney,
I need to know.

I don't like surprises.

He's a nothing little mouse.

But you see what's happening?

They're all closing ranks
around Blakemore.

Raoul...

The fact that I'm

even a suspect.

You have any idea
what that does to my chances

for the appellate
court, Henry, huh?

I am this close and
they can't stand it.

You're right about that.

Yeah, because I don't
fill their coffers.

I don't kiss ass.

I've just worked
hard my whole life!

Raoul, if Arnie Cox
really can't hurt you

all you'd be doing
is locking up a defendant

on a probation violation.

No big deal.

Right, Raoul?

The defendant placed harassing
phone calls to Miss Trudeau

only days
before her murder.

They can't prove the
calls were harassing

without a complaining witness.

She's dead, Your Honor.

Which is exactly our point.

There's no other explanation
for the calls.

All right. Mr. Gruber,
I have bent over backward

to give your client second,
third and fourth chances

but it seems he
took advantage of
my generous nature.

I'm finding him
in violation of
his probation

and remanding him
to the custody

of the Department
of Corrections

to serve out the balance
of his sentence.

Case closed.

It ain't like
he had much choice.

After everything
you've done for him

he's supposed to
take care of you.

Your lawyer's not here,
so you should just... listen.

You know,
think things over.

Sabatelli gave me this.

See? He signed it.

Now, your copies
are all secondhand.

Not one of them is signed.

So what?

Have you read
his latest book?

I haven't gotten to it yet.

You should.
You're in it.

"Donnie was a small-time crook

"who embellished
his criminal past

and bragged about
being a big-time robber."

That ain't me.
He just made that up.

"Donnie was like
one of those

"silly little terriers...

"always in tune
to his master's moods

"always eager to please,
and that made him useful."

Look, I told you, that ain't me.

"As a kid, Donnie
was a bed wetter

"and his old man beat the
crap out of him for it

"until child welfare
sent him

"to live with
his alcoholic grandmother.

"The night of
his first arrest

"he pissed himself.

He was 17."

None of that stuff
matters, baby.

You're my guy,
and I love you.

Your family loves you.

I can't just flip on him.

I can't.

I know it's hard for you.

You never turned
on anybody.

But this time
it's different.

It's him or you.

I can't.

I only did
what he wanted me to do.

For once, can't you
do what I want?

Please, baby, I can't
lose you forever.

A deal? In return for what?
What's he offering?

He said Sabatelli
told him

to do what he had to
to get proof

of Blakemore's plagiarism.

When Emily Trudeau
found out Arnie
was calling her

Sabatelli got worried
the trail would lead to him

so he told Donnie
to shut her up.

Arnie had the bright idea
of killing her

in Blakemore's house
to embarrass him.

Getting the computer
was a bonus.

What happened
to the computer?

Arnie made a copy
of the computer disk

and gave it to Sabatelli.

He made a copy for himself
as insurance.

What's on it?

Drafts of articles she was
ghostwriting for Blakemore

e-mails discussing the articles.

I can't believe Sabatelli
would do this.

Of all the foolish, arrogant...

Granting this is all true...

he's only liable for conspiracy.

I-I can't convict him

solely on the testimony
of his coconspirators.

I need corroboration.

If Sabatelli still had
a copy of the disk

and if we could find it?

That would do it.

But, at this point

what are the chances
he still has it?

Is it enough to prove that
he knows what's on the disk?

What are you suggesting,
a pop quiz?

Or an opportunity
that he can't resist.

Now, I've been rethinking
our case, Counselor.

Uh, we were right
the first time.

If anyone had the motive...
to kill Emily Trudeau

and destroy the contents
on her computer

it's Judge Blakemore.

You want to arrest Blakemore?

Well, arrest would...

would be an understatement.

Ron. Ron.

Is it true what they say--
Blakemore's the guy?

So it appears.

I told you your concerns
were premature.

Blakemore is a big fish.
This is good for you, Ron.

If it doesn't turn
into a three-ring circus.

Lewin wants everything
by the book.

I'm thinking
of having someone

from the Judicial Committee
of the bar

observe the interrogation.

I serve on
that committee.

Really?

This is asinine.

Emily never said anything to meabout this Arnie Cox.

She told you
about the phone
calls she got.

Well, yes, but...
Judge...

Look at him.

He probably never sat
on the wrong side of
an interrogation before.

Look, I didn't do this.
This is crazy.
You have?

When I was a kid.

In my neighborhood,
getting pinched was
part of puberty.

What? You're not denying

she was writing those articles
for you, are you?

She was not.

He's lying.

He never had an original
thought in his life.

We found drafts of
articles in her home.

Correspondence.

Here, this copy of an e-mail
she sent you last December.

"I'm almost finished
with the final draft

"and I'm pretty sure the
Georgetown Law Review

"will be interested in it.

It'll be quite
a feather in
your cap."

Well, that could
mean anything.
It actually means

you'd be out of the running
for the appellate court.

And you were worried

one of those other guys
would get the job.

Rasmussen, Fuller...
Oh, please.

...or Sabatelli.

Sabatelli? He's a thug.

They put his name in the race
just to make it look fair.

What about the e-mail, Judge?

We found that article

in the
Georgetown Law Review

published last spring
under your name.

You mean "TheConstitutionalization of the Internet"?

Detective, I know what I wrote.

You'll never get him this way.

He's not an idiot.

Use the actual articles
against him.

You're worried
your secret is out.

Oh, please.

Judge Sabatelli thinks

we should test Blakemoreon the contents of the articles.

Take it from a writer.

If they're his,
he'll know them inside out.

Well, he might have
written some, right?

That'll be the day.

Ask him about the one
on software encryption.

"Intellectual Property
and the Shifting Paradigm"?

Yeah, yeah, that's the one.

He didn't write that;
I know he didn't.

It's almost
two years old.

I have a hard time remembering
briefs I wrote two months ago.

It won't convince a jury.

Well, use something recent.

The last
Law Review
we have

is six months old.

Didn't you say you found draftsof articles in the girl's home?

I don't have dates on those.

Well, uh

try "The Role
of the Judicial Review

in the, uh,
in the Digital Copyright Act."

That's very recent.

Some of these don't have titles.

Well, it starts, uh...

"Traditionally, the oversight
role of the judiciary

in the area of the, uh..."

"The area of the
constitutional limits

of database protection"?

Yes, that's it.
You've found it.

Yes, it's right here.

How do you know
this article so well?

Because I read it.

Where?

Because, funny thing is,
it hasn't been published yet.

Emily Trudeau
was still polishing it.

Well, uh, if...

if you found drafts
of the article

uh, I'm sure there were
other copies circulating.

I probably

read one of those.

Well... no.

There are no copies.

We found this the same place
you did-- on the disk

from her computer.

A disk Arnie Cox
gave us

identical to the one
he gave you.

No... no.

No, that is not right.

Mr. Cox told us everything.

What does he know?!
It's Blakemore!

You don't really
believe that.

Yes, yes. He killed her
with his own bare hands!

You know

he's not capable of it.

You don't know what the hell
you're talking about!

"Of all the crimes that paradedthrough his courtroom...

the one Wakefield never
understood was murder."

"Murder required

"passion, guts...

-and in his heart,
-Wakefield knew he had neither."

But you, on the other hand

you... have plenty of both.

You... sons of bitches!

He put you up to this.
You trapped me.

And I thought
I could trust you, Ron!

I thought I could
trust you, Judge.

You...

Raoul Sabatelli...

you're under arrestfor conspiracy to commit murder.

Marie Duval told us how muchyou like the rough stuff, Judge.

No, don't let her get to you.
Just stay relaxed.

Should we break
the news to him?

Let him sweat
a little more.

Look, this is crazy.
I didn't do this.

Sabatelli and Blakemore--

they violated the first rule
you learn in law school.

Never commit anything
to paper.