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Hello?

Hey, what's up, dude?

No, I already left.
I'm-I'm home already.

Well, is Sheila still there?
'Cause, like,

she honestly knows
the model better than I do.

No, I-I honestly don't know.

All right, well, good luck.

Okay, bye.

Hey.

Delia,

you scared me.

Open the safe.

I don't know the combination.

Don't you lie to me.

I wouldn't lie to you.

I'm gonna get that
combination out of you.

The question is,

are we gonna do
this the easy way...

or the hard way?

Ooh.

I'm thinking maybe the hard way.

I bet you are.

I'm gonna shower.

Let's have some Donna.

Hello, Andy.

It's been a long time.

God!

You?

Man, I told you,
we have no issue, okay?

And you've kept your promise
all these years?

Yes, I swear, I told you
I was never gonna say anything.

That makes this much tidier.

What are you
doing?

I'm not gonna
say anything!

I swear! I promise!

Sorry.

Can't take that chance anymore.

Andy?

Why's it so loud?

Andy?

Hey, if you don't turn
the music down,

that Lydia lady is
gonna call the cops.

Andy!

Here's Teddy!

Uh, Ma, I don't think
anyone wants to...

Teddy, the man everyone's

been waiting so long to meet.
Welcome to the precinct.

And everyone heard
how you crushed

that big work presentation
last month.

Well done.

Oh. You've heard
about that?

Let's head
into my office.

Is this the
famous Teddy?

Oh! Lieutenant Connor.

Nice to put a face to a name.

I thought you would be shorter.

I'm sorry?

Not your fault.

Hey, Chef Boy-Ar-Tee.

Your mom told me you made
the best pasta sauce

she ever had
last night.

Oh, that was just some recipe
I found on TikTok.

Mmm, you got
to send it to me.

Okay, so...

you can set up here.

I'll run down to the courthouse

and deal
with this summons mix-up.

And then I'll pick
you up for lunch

and we can decide

what my Teddy fact of the day
will be.

"Teddy fact
of the day"?

I'm only giving her
one new piece of information

about me a day.
Because we have boundaries.

Speaking of which,
um, maybe let's not

broadcast every Teddy fact
to the entire NYPD.

Note taken.

And I'm sorry

about this jury duty fiasco.

I was just so excited
to get the summons.

Feels like
I'm a real New Yorker.

You'd be the first
real New Yorker

to get excited
by a jury summons.

But if I had known that you were
gonna be here this week,

I would have postponed.

Oh, it's fine.

Really, I-I have a lot of work
to catch up on.

Okay, you watch.

I'll be back by noon.

Okay.

Um, sorry.

So sorry.

I'm sorry, guys.

Oh, did I spill that?

Oh, sorry, uh...

Excuse me, do you have any idea

who I talk to
about postponing my service?

I think if you wanted
to postpone,

you had to call the number
when you got the summons.

Right, I just didn't have

to postpone back then, now I do.

I'll just explain it
to the judge.
Okay.

So, do you think they'll,
uh, call our names soon?

Oh, please,
every time it's the same.

They tell you to be here
at 9:00 on the dot,

then they don't start
until 10:00

because they assume
everyone will be late.

Some of us have real jobs
we could be doing right now.

I woke up to 300 emails.

Wow, you must do something
really important.

Marketing. But listen,

my assistant researched
effective excuses.

All you have to do is tell the
judge you can't be impartial

and then give
some reason.

Like you were the
victim of a crime.

Or you hate lawyers.

I can be impartial.

And I am a lawyer.

I heard
that some judges get mad

if they think
you're lying.

No, I really am a lawyer.

Who would lie about that?

Oh. Hey.

The client doesn't want it
to say Peyronie's disease

anywhere in the ad.

So what's your excuse gonna be?

Oh, I'm not giving
an excuse.

I'm dying to get
on a jury.

But if you're a lawyer,
they'll ding you for sure.

So what do you do?

I'm making a podcast.

Ooh!
Yeah.

Would I have heard of it?

Is it Car Talk?

Ooh... you probably
haven't heard of it.

I'm still building
my audience.

Yeah.

That must be the defendant.

Oh, my God, The New York
View is obsessed with her.

She supposedly snuck
into her neighbor's apartment

and beat him to death.

Really?

She looks so scared.

You can't judge
by looks.

Some women turn out
to be total loons.

Like both
my ex-girlfriends.

Both? Wow.

All rise for the Honorable
Judge Milton Crawford.

Oh, shoot, I'm so sorry!

Oh, gosh,
I'm so sorry.

I think I got tea leaves
on your shoes.

Ma'am.
Yes?

You need to rise.

Sorry.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

Be seated.

After hearing the
details of this case,

is there anything
you heard that you feel

would make you unable
to be fair and impartial?

Is it a problem
if we've read a lot

of news coverage
about the case?

It depends.

Have you?

No, but I overheard
that woman

saying that she has.

Ma'am, do you
feel that you could

set aside
what you've read in order

to render a verdict
solely based on evidence?

You mean pretend I don't know
all the stuff that lady did?

- I guess.
- Your Honor,

move to strike
this juror for cause?

Au revoir, mon ami.

Overruled.
The juror clearly stated

that she would set aside
what she'd read.

That seems wrong.

Ms. "Tasaroni,"
you are a...

consent decree lawyer with
the Department of Justice.

My question is:
what, uh,

what-what is that?

Well, I work with the police--

Move to strike for cause.
Now wait just a moment.

Huh?
Huh?
Ma'am, do you know

any of the officers
or detectives

involved
in this matter?

No, Your Honor.

But I did want
to mention, my son...

And is there
any reason

why you feel

you can't be impartial
in this case?

No, I suppose there isn't,
but I...

I see

no cause to strike this juror.

Seriously?!
She's basically a cop!

Can I use a-a-a...?

A peremptory?
A-- y-yeah.

You've used
all your peremptories.

Yeah, but I would
way have preferred

those people to her.

Counselor, any objections?

None, Your Honor.

But I did have plans.

Not anymore.

We're looking
at our first alternate juror.

Captain, I thought
we were meeting in your office.

I was just about...
I thought I'd

come up to the
fifth floor and see

where we've got you
stashed away.

So,

precinct morale.

Yes, I've prepared something
for this week's meeting.

"Browner finishes the coffee
without making a new pot."

What is this?

A list of complaints folks have
lodged against their colleagues.

"Smullen's deodorant smells like
a middle school dance floor."

This feels a little...

beneath my dignity.

I agree, and normally

I'd pass these on
to the personnel bureau.

But I thought
an informal word from you

might make a stronger statement
about your commitment

to a positive
work environment.

Since you've made it clear
that other,

more significant issues
won't be addressed.

Is this all about her taking
Noonan's office?

It is not about the office.
I'm very happy in this office.

I think it's a fabulous office.

It is about the fact
that having a babysitter

hired
by the Justice Department

is a source of shame
for this department.

She is a constant reminder
of past failures,

and until that is resolved,

she will continue
to cause you problems.

Well, I have
a different perspective.

And with respect, my perspective

outranks yours, so I don't want
to hear any more about it.

But...

I recognize that you're trying
to fulfill your mandate, so...

...I'll set some meetings
with folks

on these...

other important matters.

Yeah.
All right, bye.

Bye.

Teddy?

Done for the day?

Uh, yeah. Early shift.

What-- Shouldn't you be
out with your mom?

You mean juror number 13?

She got picked? Oh, no.

She was really looking forward
to showing you the city.

Yeah. It's no big deal, though.

Courts let out early, so we'll
still have evenings together.

And I don't really care
about New York anyway.

Oh. First of all, rude.

Secondly,

who doesn't like New York?

I don't know, it's just
a lot of... buildings.

Okay.

What was your mom planning
for the afternoon?

Um, Coney Island.

Aw. I used to love Coney Island

when I was a kid.

You know what?

This is an arrest.
You're coming with me.

Oh, Kaya, you don't have to.

You have the right
to remain silent.

I never get to do
this touristy stuff.

Okay. Let's go to Coney Island.

The first time the defendant

broke into
Andrew Mertens' apartment,

he took out a restraining order
against her.

On dozens of occasions
in the years following,

she violated that order.

The night of the murder,
just minutes before

police responded
to a neighbor's 911 call,

two witnesses
either saw or heard

the defendant entering
the victim's apartment.

Responding officers
then discovered

the defendant naked,

crouched over the victim,
covered in his blood.

Forensics showed
the defendant's fingerprints

were found on the murder weapon.

Every piece of evidence
in this case

tells the same story:

Delia Kirby was obsessed
with Andrew Mertens.

He wanted nothing
to do with her.

So she killed him for it
brutally and without remorse.

The only question is:
What are you, the jury,

going to do about it?

Counselor?

Mr. Milano?
Me? Oh.

Sorry, Your Honor.

Just... having a little thing
with the missus.

Good morning.
My name is Chaz Milano.

And if I seem familiar,

then you probably have seen
my ads in the subway.

"Chaz Milano,
the lawyer you can afford."

While it is true my client
was in possession

of a laser pointer that day
at the zoo, I ask you...

Counselor.
Your Honor?

I think there's been a mistake.

Uh, Your Honor,
I see what happened.

I printed out
the wrong document.

I keep them all in
an "opening arguments" folder.

Oh, my God.

Your Honor, I would
respectively request a recess

so I can run to Kinko's and
print up the correct argument.

Uh, just a couple hours.

Hours?

God, we're never
leaving here.

Request denied. You've had
plenty of time to prepare.

Savage.

I love this judge.

The woman deserves a defense.

It's not her fault.

Uh, okay. Um...

this woman just told
you a bunch of stuff

about, uh, restraining orders

and, uh, eyewitnesses

and fingerprints.

And, listen,

some of that
is true.

But it doesn't matter

because my client did not
commit this crime.

In fact, at the time
of the murder, she was...

In the shower.
...in the shower.

She was in the shower.

Well, I guess not everyone
is capable

of the very basic requests

we make of citizens
in our democracy.

But I do hope
your mother feels better.

One more for you,
Your Honor.

Another personal matter.

Hi. So sorry to bother you.

Ms. Tascioni, is it?

What can I do for you?

Apologies, there's no
court reporter here,

so we'll have to be careful
not to...

Talk about the case? Of course.

Uh, I was just wondering
if you had any more clarity

on our timeline.

I really should get back
to my son.

He was supposed to be
with his father.

And the father is not available?

Oh, uh, no. He's in Chicago.

So, you are your son's
only childcare option?

In that case, they should
have excused you.

Oh, no, no. My son's in his 20s.

He's just visiting for the week.

I see.

I really didn't think
I'd get picked.

In the past,
when I've had jury duty,

judges have always let
the defense strike me.

Well, I confess,

I prefer having
attorneys on my juries.

A random sample
of 12 New Yorkers

rarely yields
the sharpest minds.

Having a few properly educated
folks in there

gives me confidence
in the verdicts.

Feels like your faith
in members of the bar

is a little misplaced.

You think so?

Chaz Milano?

"The lawyer you can afford"?

I mean, aren't you worried
this guy's leaving you open

to an appeal
for ineffective counsel?
Ah-ah-ah.

You're breaking our agreement.

No case talk.

Right. Sorry, sorry.

Um, as I was saying, my son...

You might be used to
high-powered corporate law.

Attorneys who make
four figures an hour.

But for most people

that's not the way
the system works.

Believe me,
I have seen far worse

come through my courtroom
than Chaz Milano.

I just think this woman
deserves better.

I'm sorry to keep
you from your son.

Unfortunately,
that was the second alternate

that you passed
on the way in.

His mother fell this morning.
I had to excuse him.

Which means that

if I let you go and anything
happens to another juror,

we're looking at a mistrial.

But don't worry.

Without commenting on
the strength of the case,

I anticipate a quick proceeding.

Hmm. Really?

You disagree?

Well, I just left
those arguments

with a lot of questions.

Oh, did you?

Well, why did she
stick around?

She murdered the guy.

Allegedly.

She was violating
a restraining order,

but she hung out
for the police to find her?

I don't get it.

Oh, but we shouldn't
be talking about this.

No, we should not. In fact,

I will alert the
other lawyers

to this audience
just to be transparent.

I appreciate your commitment
to fairness.

I'll see you in court,
Ms. Tascioni.

I'm sorry if I like
to see the sky once in a while.

You're just spending way
too much time in Midtown.

Or, okay, what's
with the subways?

They're organized by color

except also by letter
except also by number?

And they all run local

except when they're
running express

on a different line,
except when they're not

running at all, which is always.

That doesn't matter
when you have

a car with a siren.

Plus it gives us something
to complain about.

You know, New Yorkers
love to complain.

I actually think
you'd fit right in.

Did you just have the best day
in the Big Apple?

You're back.
Did you love it?

Tell me everything.
Yeah, we had fun.

How was jury duty?
Weird.

What does that mean?
Well, the poor defendant.

She's obviously a little...
quirky,

and she's made
some mistakes

in her past.

I just feel really drawn to her.

I don't know why.
Plus she seems

like the only person

in the courtroom
actually grieving the victim.

Mm. That sounds sad.

And sometimes it feels
like Judge Crawford

is deliberately helping
the prosecution,

which isn't
necessary at all.

The defense is losing the case
all by themselves.

Ah, Judge Crawford.
Yeah, D.A.s love him.

Though not as much
as he loves himself.

You know the guy?
Oh, yes.

He's as stuffy as they come.
Always going out of his way

to let you know his family
came over on the Mayflower.

That's kind of a weird thing
to brag about.

Oh, he's one of those
Historical Law Society judges.

This says he's on the short list
for a federal bench nomination.

I should not be
listening to this.

They were very clear
that we should not be

researching the trial
or any of its participants.

But you didn't research him.
I did.

That's true.

Oh, wow. His uncle
was a senator.

I think you're
onto something, Mom.

There's something off
about this guy.

I wonder...

If you would, Ms. Debecker,

could you state
your relationship

to the victim Andrew Mertens?

I was his neighbor.

We shared a wall.

And do you recognize
that woman over there?

Delia?

She lives in the
building, too.

Would you say you know
all your neighbors?

Objection. Leading.

Course not, but she was always

jumping around

on Andy's and my
shared fire escape.

It was a real nuisance.

And did that noise bother you?

Objection. Leading.

I called the police
probably a dozen times on her.

And Andy, too,
when he'd play

that terrible music.

What do you remember
about the night Andy died?

I heard Delia stomping
around the fire escape.

I was trying to hear Ken
read "Final Jeopardy!"

I can't read the clues
on the screen anymore.

After a little while,
Andy's music

got real loud.

I called the police.

Bet they got a real shock

when they turned up
to a dead body.

Objection.

I suppose they did.

And would you say Delia
was a bad neighbor?

A nightmare. No boundaries.

I used to see her
barefoot in the elevator.

And obviously,

she had a violent streak.

Everything okay
over there?

Yes, Your Honor. I'm so sorry.

Clumsy.

Yeah, I can see
their fire escape

from my living room couch.

What kind of things
would you see out there?

Well, I'd see that lady
over there

climbing through
his window.

Did you see her on the night
of Andy's murder?

Yep.

Would you say she looked angry?

Objection.

Go on.

Uh, leading
the witness.

Sustained.

Okay.

How would you say
the defendant seemed

when you saw her
on the fire escape that night?

Cold. It was raining out.

You wanted to see me, Captain?

Have a seat, Officer.

I wanted to say,

I appreciate you
taking the time to mentor me.

I've been learning a lot.

You're welcome.

But this actually
is not about that.

Okay.

Should I be worried?

I am trying to take
a more direct involvement

in what goes on around here.

And, well,

there's been a complaint
about you.

Oh, God.

Okay.
The fact is,

there are reports
that you're not storing

your lunch leftovers
in the communal fridge properly.

I... What?

You're putting foil
over the containers,

and it's leaving
an odor.

And the rule
states that

you need to store food
in an airtight container.

It's just,

the last time you had
that look on your face,

I ended up
in night school.

Oh, no, that's fine.

I was just trying
to cut down on plastic,

but I'll bring
some Tupperware from...

I'll bring Tupperware from home.

I appreciate it, Officer.

Ms. Davenport,

could you describe
an interaction you had

with the defendant 15 days prior

to your ex-boyfriend
Andy's murder?

Sure.

I found that lunatic over there

smashing the headlights
on my car.

Objection. Uh...

Uh... prior acts.

You can't introduce prior
crimes that the defendant

may have committed.
It's prejudicial.

Prior acts are allowed

in limited circumstances,
including the one

I outlined in a pretrial motion

on just
this subject.

Did you not read that memo?

Your Honor, the defense

has never been made aware of--
Oh, wait, here it is.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm in a bit
of a tiff

with my wife
right now,

and the motel mattress
is not the most conductive

- to a good night...
- All right, that's enough.

I'd like to see
all the attorneys

in my chambers.

You might as well
join us, too, Ms. Tascioni.

I'm gonna say this once.

I want whatever it is
that's going on between

the two of
you to stop

immediately.

What's this, Your Honor?

This juror

is sending signals

to the defense.

Isn't that right, Ms. Tascioni?

No. I just have
an emotive face,

and I couldn't
help emoting

that Chaz here
is doing a terrible job.

No offense, Chaz.

No. No, that's fair.

It's just, since my wife found
out about the other family,

- that's all.
- Your Honor, I move

to have this juror dismissed.

As much as I would love
to oblige,

I can't lose
our last remaining alternate.

Seriously?

She's acting as a de facto
co-chair for the defense.

I will not risk a mistrial.

Justice delayed
is justice denied,

and my ancestors didn't
sail here on the Mayflower

to see justice
miscarried.

Guess you've never seen
The Crucible.

Ms. Tascioni,
can you control yourself

while we hear the rest
of the evidence?

Of course I can. Can you?

Pardon me?

You've stacked
the jury.

You've shown Chaz here no leeway
despite his family issues,

and your
bench rulings

are showing a clear bias
for the prosecution.

Your Honor,
this is abso...

You may be an excellent

defense attorney, Ms. Tascioni,

but you are not the
defense attorney in this trial,

and if you continue
to behave as if you are,

I will not only dismiss you,

I will hold you in contempt.

Then I will place a call
to the attorney general--

he's a friend--

and I'll tell him that his DOJ's

consent decree lawyer

is facing criminal
charges in my court.

Mr. Milano,
your objection

to the witness's testimony
is overruled.

The jury will hear

what the witness has to say.

After we broke up,

Andy and I shared custody
of our cat.

I was over there

picking her up
because it was my week,

and I guess Delia came down
on the fire escape,

saw me in there

because when I got down
to my car,

I found her smashing it up.

She assumed there was
something going on

between me
and Andy again,

which, for the record,
there wasn't.

I'm a lesbian now.

Congratulations.

it's not 'cause of Andy
or anything.

Ms. Davenport,

what kind of weapon
was the defendant

using to damage your car?
A baseball bat.

And what did she say to you
when you encountered her?

Word for word?

"I'll kill you,
and I'll kill him, too."

No further
questions.

I used to see Andy
in the elevator,

and I thought he was cute.

And then the COVID
lockdown happened,

and I guess I went
a little stir-crazy.

I started stress baking.
A lot.

I knocked on Andy's door one day
to offer him some extra scones,

but he freaked out.

He took the whole
social distancing thing serious.

So the next time
I had extras,

I thought it would be
polite if I...

waited for him to go out
and left them in his apartment.

I do see now
how-how that was

maybe crossing a line.

I've always had boundary issues.

One day, though,
I was in the laundry room,

streaming a baseball game
on my phone

while I waited for the dryer.

Andy heard it, and turns out,

he's a fanatic, too.

We got to talking,

even with the restraining order
thing, and...

...we ended up doing it
right there on the dryer.

I'm sorry.

I get

a little emotional
thinking about it.

And why didn't Andy lift

the restraining order?

Honestly?

It was part
of the fun.

We used to
role play.

I always came in
through the fire escape.

We'd play
cops and robbers.

Boss and employee.

It took a while
to break through with Andy,

but when you did,
what you found was...

a total freak.

Ask that gay lady
who used to date him.

I'm sure she'll tell you
the same thing.

Objection.

Sustained.

Why didn't you hear
the murder?

Well, I was in the shower,

and whoever did it turned
the music up super loud.

Any idea who that was?

I've thought about this a lot.

When Andy

had had a few drinks,
he'd get dark.

He said,
after what he'd seen,

he would believe anything of
the people who run this country.

Objection. Your Honor,

is it really relevant
that the victim

was a conspiracy theorist?

Yeah, I thought they were
conspiracy theories, too,

but then, you know,
I found him dead.

That's enough. Sustained.

What was the game

you were watching that first
night in the laundry room?

Objection. Relevance?

It's related, Your Honor.

I don't see how it could be.
Sustained.

Move on, Counselor.

Geez, really? I... Okay. Um...

Where did you grow up, Delia?

Here in the city, but my parents
are from Rhode Island.

Ah. And was it your parents

who first got you
into baseball?

Objection. Your Honor.

You need to stay on topic,
Counselor.

Can I approach?
It would be helpful

to tell you
what I'm trying to do.

No, you may not.

Okay, well...

I mean, I had
a really good point,

but I guess if you
don't want to hear it, I...

I'm done.

Seriously?

You're just
gonna let that go?

Oh, my God,
you are the worst lawyer.

- That's enough, ma'am.
- No!

No. My brother sold his car

to help pay
this idiot's retainer.

I'm gonna kill him!

That's enough.

We will take
a brief recess.

Counselor, compose your client.

Did she just threaten
to kill again?

Crazy bitch.

Where do we think he was going

with those questions,
though?

Judge Crawford says they're
starting deliberations tomorrow.

I just wish there was some way

I could get into that jury room.

Maybe someone will get a mild
but infectious illness.

Like pink eye.

Poor Delia.
She loved Andy.

She's being railroaded.
I can tell.

And if I had been able
to help her,

I would have
at least felt better

about the time
I missed with you.

I really

wanted to see you
fall in love with the city.

Well, if it makes you
feel any better,

that was never something
that you were gonna see.

What?

You didn't love New York?

Okay, whoa, hey.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's happening? Mom?

I'm sorry. I don't want
to burden you. I'm sorry.

This is silly.

I just-- I wanted you
to like it here

so that you would visit me more,

and then we could
have this mature,

adult relationship where
we went to Broadway shows

and we got brunch
and we walked the High Line.

Okay, whoa, hey, Mom.

Mom, stop.
First of all,

the High Line is just
a very tall sidewalk.

I like how you can see
into people's apartments.

Is this why you blew up
your whole life?

To be mildly closer to me?

You think I'm a closed book?

You're the one who just
up and left Chicago,

and no one
knows why.

Dad says everyone back home
is asking him about it.

Well, there... Um...

There were a lot of reasons.
Did you try the halal cart?

Okay, listen.
It's not New York's fault.

I was never gonna
let myself like it here

because the boy I'm seeing

just told me that
he's moving to Brooklyn.

The boy you're seeing?

Yeah. There you go. It's your
Teddy fact for the day.

What's his name?
Where's he from?

Does he have
any allergies?

Wait, what's his T-shirt size?

In case I want
to send him something.

No. Stop.
It's one fact a day.

This is a really good one.

Okay, Mom, listen,
no more deflecting.

You just blew up your life

and moved to this new place,
and then I get an SOS text

from your coworkers
saying I have to come,

so now I'm here trying
to figure out if you're okay.

Are you okay?

Oh, sweetheart, you don't
have to worry about me.

There are some
things going on

in my life, but all I ever
really need is to see you.

Well, it was nice
getting to know your coworkers.

You're making a really good life
for yourself here.

You're trying not to ask me more
questions about Roy, aren't you?

Roy!

I love that name.

Okay.

Just one more question.

Why is he moving to New York?

Well, he got a job

at a podcast company.

But, you know, we're gonna try
to make the distance work.

It seems like
everyone has a podcast.

Somebody else was just...

Wait a minute!

Oh, if you're already
texting your coworkers

about this, I swear...

No, no, no.
I'm just trying to see if...

Oh, my God!

Teddy!

I know how
I'm going to get on that jury.

Good morning,

Madame Foreperson.
Good morning.

Oh, such a big responsibility,
but you wear it well.

Oh, thank you.

I was wondering,
are we allowed

to make our own recordings
of the trial?

Absolutely not. Why?

It has come
to the court's attention

that someone here
might be making recordings

of the trial proceedings.

If there's any truth to that,

I would appreciate that person
making themselves known.

Juror Number Six.

My pen has a microphone in it.

I didn't think

anyone would care.

Oh, no. Does Lonny have
to be dismissed?

I don't think
that'll be necessary.

I'll just ask that you

delete those recordings

and accept a warning

to make no more records
of the trial,

aside from such notes

as you might keep
for deliberation.

Well, hang on.

Uh, shouldn't we know why
Lonny was making that recording?

Well, I certainly
would like to know.

It was gonna be for my podcast.

But I'll delete it.

Well, you can't do a...
a podcast on this.

Actually, he can.

After you all reach a verdict,

jurors are welcome to
discuss the proceedings

with whomever they like.

Hang on.

What is the title of
the podcast, Lonny?

I don't want to say.

It's called
Nutjob Sluts Who Kill.

I ask that you be fair
and honest

in your assessment
of the evidence.

Justice demands that

of each and every one of you.

Guilty. Guilty.

Guilty.

That's 11 guilties,

and one giant question mark

written in purple?

I know it was anonymous,

but maybe our one holdout
would like to explain

why she's keeping us all here?

Happily.

My first question is
about the weapon.

So, Delia's dad was
from Rhode Island.

What's that got to do
with the weapon?

Rhode Island is pretty close
to Boston,

which suggests that Delia's dad,

and therefore Delia,
was a Red Sox fan.

Meanwhile, the victim, Andy,
was from Cape Cod,

which means he was definitely
a Red Sox fan.

Now, Francine, you watched
the trial pretty closely.

What do you remember
about the murder weapon?

Oh, it had some kind of a...
an autograph printed on it.

Exactly.

Sporting goods stores sell bats

printed with different
players' autographs.

This one was signed
by Derek Berretta.

Hang on.

Berretta played his whole career
in New York.

Right.
And Red Sox fans hate New York.

So why would Delia

have that bat?

Why would Andy,

- for that matter?
- Who cares?

Her fingerprints
were on the bat.

Well, she says
she found it

leaning against
the bathroom door,

and she picked it up
before she saw the body.

It's odd, but it hardly seems
like enough to acquit.

Right. So, let's
move on to motive.

Delia told Andy's ex

that she was going to kill him.

She was obviously upset.

It suggests a crime of passion.

But she murdered Andy
two weeks later?

Yeah, that didn't
make much sense to me, either.

Yeah, if it was premeditated,

well, why didn't she do a
better job covering her tracks?

Who knows?

Who cares?

There were literally
two eyewitnesses.

Well, there was one eye witness,

and one ear witness.

And neither of them witnessed
her actually murdering Andy.

The old lady, Lydia,

says she heard Delia
on the fire escape

when she was listening to
the clue for "Final Jeopardy!"

Now, if you watch Jeopardy!,

and I do, they always
read that clue at about 7:27,

give or take,
which means

that's when Delia was
on the fire escape.

Except,

the man from across the way,
George, says

when he saw Delia
on the fire escape,

it was raining outside.

Now, I checked the weather radar

for the night of the murder.

Didn't start raining until 8:05.

So... one of them got confused.

What if neither of them
were confused?

What if the person that Lydia
heard on that fire escape

wasn't the person
that George saw?

What if there were

two people
on the fire escape that night?

And someone could have snuck in
before Andy even got home.

That person could have
hid themselves,

waited for Delia
to get in the shower,

killed Andy, and then
lean the bat against the door

to ensure that her fingerprints
would get on it.

Okay, fine.

It's pretty good.

But, I mean, come on.

If Delia didn't kill him,
who the hell did?

No, no, no. It's not our job
to figure that out.

Yeah, the only question
we should be answering is

whether or not we believe
beyond a reasonable doubt

that Delia killed Andy.

Look, we all
gave up a lot to be here.

Work, time with our kids.

I mean, if you ask me,

we should make that sacrifice
worth something.

Delia had a terrible lawyer,
but that doesn't mean

that we can't ask the questions
that he didn't.

And if we can't think

of good answers, then,

as I see it,

we only have one choice.

Maybe we should take
another vote.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

The defendant will rise.

On the first count of murder
in the first degree,

how do you find?

We the jury

find the defendant not guilty.

Congratulations,
Ms. Tascioni.

I hope you know what
you were doing in there.

Or is this just another example

of Elsbeth Tascioni
helping the unsavory

to evade justice?

Pardon?

I asked around about you.

Interesting list of clients
you had back in Chicago.

No, no, no, I get it.

Corrupt governors need lawyers.

Billionaire team owners, too.

That was another life.

My consent decree is
about holding power to account.

Justice means
no one should be above the law.

What about Andrew Mertens?

Even perverted disco lovers
deserve justice.

Did Andrew get that today?

No, but Delia Kirby did.

And maybe now the police
will look harder at Andy's case.

As far as the police are
concerned, this case is closed.

You tried
to railroad that poor woman.

What I can't figure out is why.

Get home safe, Ms. Tascioni.

And thank you for your service.

Wait.

Oh, Delia!

Oh, my God, it's you!

I'm so glad
I'm getting to see you

so I can give you this.
Oh. Okay.

You're a real lifesaver.

Oh, sorry. Boundaries.

Delia, what was the music

that was playing when
you found Andy's body?

Donna Summer.
Andy loved disco unironically.

Why?

They never said that
at trial, right?

No one ever mentioned
the song or the genre?

I wasn't listening that close,
to be quite honest.

I don't remember
anyone saying it.

Are you okay?
Congratulations.

Thanks.
Okay, so...

Connor!

I'm done.

You can turn the rest
of these over to personnel.

It didn't go well?

"Detective Edwards
wears open-toed shoes"?

If this is some kind
of twisted way

to punish me
for backing Elsbeth...

I was wrong about that, sir.
Pardon?

You'll see it in my next memo,

but we've received
several formal complaints

against the department
this week.

Meyers interrogated

a minor without their guardian.

Browner arrested
a suspect's twin brother

by accident.
I could go on.

Come on. This is amateur hour.

What the hell is going on
with people?

It's more like what hasn't.

Elsbeth?

She's been out of office
on jury duty all week.

These are the kinds of things
she might have noticed

and prevented.

But you knew that.

I'll turn these over
to personnel right away.

Captain.

How'd it go?

Huh? Um...

not guilty.

Mom, you did it. Oh, my God.

Lieutenant Connor!

I just want to say,

I know it's been your mission
to get me out of here.

Well, actually,
I was just talk...

But I want you to know
I intend to stay,

because I have unfinished
business in this town.

Noted.

Teddy, leaving us so soon?

Tonight, yeah.

It was just a short trip
this time, but, um,

I'll be back.

Safe travels.

Mom.

What's going on?

Did something happen

with that judge?

I don't know, sweetheart,
but I'm gonna find out.