All language subtitles for Law and order S19E07 - Zero

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.

Stomp on this.

Hey, how's it going?

Hey! Good.

Dad says this is how
they make wine.

Out of dirty laundry?

Okay, I'm heading out.

Farmer's Market,
bulk store, garden.

I left the empty bottles
for you on the counter.
Am I forgetting anything?

No, you're a trooper.

Uh...

Do you need us to step
out for a minute?

No, that's okay.

You guys should get a move on.
The birthday party's at 3:00.

Bye, kiddo.

Have fun, okay?

Bye, Mommy.

What do you think?

The victim's name
is Nancy Hartwig.

She and her husband
have a garden here.

That's the community compost.

Yeah, I thought
I smelled something.

Yeah.

Woman who found her
has a garden here, too.

Heard the victim arguing
with someone around 3:30.

Couldn't say
about what, just that
it was a man's voice.

Cash and credit cards
are still here.

There's a blunt
force to the head.

There's a shovel here,
with blood on the blade.

Where's CSU?
We're going to need to
run this thing for prints.

We might have
more than we need.

They share their tools.

Our killer may not be
a gardener anyway.

First rule of composting,
no meat.

Oh.

Nancy...

Um,

my son's going to be
home any minute.

Maybe you'd be more
comfortable in your
apartment?

Uh...

Hey, something wrong
with the elevator?

We don't use it.

What floor
do you live on?

Nine.

I'll see
you up there.

Very sorry to hear about
your loss, Mr. Hartwig.

When was the last time
that you saw your wife?

She left around

1:00, to do some errands
and go to the garden.

And I took Zach
to a birthday party.

Mind if I turn on
a light?

We shut the power off.

Computer's working.

Yeah, we run that
off a solar panel.

And you don't
use electricity
or the elevator,

you grow
your own food.

Well, we're trying
to live without leaving
a carbon footprint.

I started a blog.
Just got a book contract.

Carbon footprint.

How did she die?

Uh, we think it was
a blunt force to the head.

God...

Um, I need
to call her sister.

That's fine.

The victim
was a freelance designer,
she worked from her home.

Witnesses put her
at the Union Square Farmer's
Market around 2:00.

She bought lentils
and kidney beans alone.

An hour later
she's dead.

The M.E.'s report confirms
a shovel to the head.

Thirteen different sets
of prints on the handle.

Did you guys see
the husband's blog,

at zeroenergyfootprint.com?

They don't eat anything
that wasn't raised within
100 miles of their building.

They took their cell phones,
put them in a drawer.

Their car in
a long-term lot.

Stopped using
the elevator.

No paper, no plastic,
which means no take-out.

No magazines,
no paper towels.

No toilet paper?

Left hand
and a bowl of water.

Half the world still
does it that way.

That's nasty.

You know, no wonder
she was drinking.

Her blood alcohol was.04.

Lady stopped
for a cocktail?

Martinis apparently.
Her stomach contents
included green olives.

Well, then she broke
one of the rules.

Not too many olive trees
within 100 miles
of their apartment.

Check out the bars
around Union Square.

See if she was breaking
any other rules.

Hey, so when
you were overseas,

doing intel
in the boonies...

Left hand and
a bowl of water.

That's nasty.

Yeah, she was in.

Comes in quite often.

Has a martini,
sometimes just a water.
She's not much of a drinker.

Mmm-hmm.

Did she ever
use the bathroom?

I guess.

Your bathroom have
toilet paper?

Yeah, don't they all?

You'd be surprised.

Yeah, was she
always alone?

Usually. Couple times
she met up with a guy.

She did. Uh, when
was the last time?

I don't know, uh, last week.
We're pretty busy in here.

You know his name?

No.

You remember if he
used a credit card?

Maybe. You know,
I can get you a print-out

with a couple hundred
names on it if you want.

We want.

Okay.

So, she comes in to use
some toilet paper,

ends up
eating an olive,
and meets a guy.

It's a slippery slope.

If she was
having an affair
who'd she tell?

No way.

If she was cheating on Joe,
she would've told me.

We're sisters,
we talked about
everything.

Mmm-hmm, did she tell you
about a man that she met
at the Bronte Hotel bar?

No.

I'm sure he was
just a friend.

It seems like her husband
was driving this whole
zero footprint thing.

I mean, that
had to be a strain
on the relationship.

Nancy had doubts.

She wasn't sure that walking
up all those stairs was going
to stop global warming.

When was the last time
you saw your sister?

Uh, a couple of weeks ago.

I had a minor
medical emergency.

I needed someone
to watch the kids.

I called Nancy,
and she drove right out.

I thought driving
was against the rules.

No,

she would've
taken the train.

Her sister said
she took the car.

And that wasn't the
only one of your rules
that she was breaking.

These weren't my rules.

Nancy was
with me on this.

Did you know she'd been
ducking into the bathroom
at the Bronte Hotel bar?

No, I didn't know that.

Sometimes
she'd get a drink.

Sometimes with
a male friend.

Is that what
you're thinking?

No, she wouldn't do that.

We'd like to take
a look at your car.

If your wife was driving
to her sister's,

maybe she was driving
other places
you didn't know about.

The keys are right here.

Just...

Is there a problem?

Yeah, it should be
a green Corolla.

You know how long
it's been gone?

No, we don't keep track.
Renters come
and go as they please.

All right, thanks.

You have any ideas,
Mr. Hartwig?

No.

We'll send out an alarm.

Oh, you won't have to,
it has a tracking system.

Uh, Cartrack.

I'll make the call.

Electronic tracking?

That's pretty high-tech
for a couple living
off the land.

It was a gift from
Mr. Hartwig's father.

He renews it every
year for Christmas.

Thoughtful.

Bernard. Where?
You sure it's our car?

Okay, we'll be right out.

They found
the car in Jersey.

Ditched in the woods,

with half a kilo of cocaine
on the front seat,

and a dead body.

Wow. I guess
saving the Earth is more
interesting than I thought.

Hell of a party.

Back in the car.
Come on, move it along.

This is New Jersey.

Hang on,
you the guys
I talked to?

Yeah, we're the ones
that told you how
to find that car.

What's going on?

Cop-killing. Come on.

This guy's a cop?

No, he killed one
Saturday afternoon.

Routine traffic stop
went sideways.

I take it the cop
killed him back.

Yeah, driver took off
with his friend bleeding out
in the passenger seat.

Ditched the car here.

We're looking
for the driver.

What's this
to you anyway?

The woman who owns this car
was killed the next day.

That's a hell
of a coincidence.

Not too likely.
Smells like the same case.

Okay.

I'll show you mine,
you show me yours.

That's Officer Dale McCloskey.

Thirty-four years old.
Wife and three children.

- License and registration.
- What'd I do, Officer?

License and registration.

I'm going to need both...
Look, you see
something right there.

Stop! Dude,
are you crazy?
Step out of the car.

No! Oh, my God!

We never
see the driver's face.

You think maybe
this is your dead
woman's husband?

It didn't sound like him.

Well, the driver
ditched the car
three miles away.

Wiped the prints off
the steering wheel
and the door handles.

We found some kid's prints
in the back seat.

The Hartwigs' have
a six-year-old son.

Who's the dead guy?

Local coke dealer
and all-around prick.

Wayne Jankins.

What have you got?

Pot, coke, skin mags,
video games.
Welcome to paradise.

Hey, you mind?

Yeah, don't
steal anything.

You got a client list,
calendar, little black book,

anything that ties
this guy to Manhattan?

No, we got a computer.
Our tech guys
are checking that out.

Uh-huh.

Hey, Lupes.

Yeah?

Burns Fisher,
the investment
bank, right?

Yeah, went belly up
during that whole
mortgage mess.

Bankers have suits.
There're no suits here.

Ah, maybe

he played on
the softball team.

Oh, yeah, he used
to play third base.

Get this to Legal.

That's paper
that was once worth
100 million dollars.

And now,

it's just evidence
for lawsuits.

You were
the team captain,
Mr. Dooley?

Yeah. And now I'm on
a two-week pay package
to close down the office.

Does the police department
need a specialist to
mortgage back securities?

We'll let you know.
What did Jankins do here?

Nothing.
He was a ringer.

Oh, he had some
arm on him.

How did you find him?

Oh, some of
the bond traders
knew him.

Oh, from being
their coke dealer.

Hey, were you a customer?

No.

I... Maybe.

Once in a while.
What does it matter?

Can't afford
the stuff now.

Any of the old gang
keep in touch with Jankins?

Are you guys narcs?

Is this guy Jankins
some sort of
big target for you?

He's dead.

There've been two murders.
So you might want
to tell us what you know.

Guy named Mason,

Institutional Sales,

called me last week,
asked if I wanted
to buy some coke.

Said he was going in
on a deal with Jankins
to sell some grams, you know?

Get a little
pocket money.

Mason.
What's his first name?

Chris. Why?

Chris Mason charged
two martinis at
the Bronte Hotel bar.

Thanks.

Wayne Jankins
and Nancy Hartwig,
you're the link, Mason.

What, Jankins, is he the,
uh, the guy who played
on our softball team?

No, no, that'd be
the guy that

you tried to buy coke
from last Saturday.

Oh, no, no, no.
I haven't seen him
in like six months.

See, that's not
what Jim Dooley says.

Ah, well,
Jim Dooley is, uh,

mad at me 'cause
I helped his department
lose three billion dollars.

Billion!

We had kind of a bad year.

It was in the papers.

So where were you
Saturday afternoon
at 3:00?

Here.

Studying for my
math qualification.
I substitute teach.

So you were not driving
a car you borrowed
from Nancy Hartwig?

I'm sorry,
never heard of her.

Okay, so if we told you
we had a bartender
from the Bronte Hotel

who said he saw
you with her...

Oh, wait, Nancy?

I'm sorry,
that must be her married
name. Was it Hart...

- Wig.
- So you did know her?

Yes, actually, from college.
I ran into her at the Bronte
a couple of months ago.

The bartender says
that you ran into her
more than once.

You know, we'd just talk,
you know. She was a...

She was a friendly ear.

Hmm.

I just got divorced and...

I lost my job...

That your ex?

Yeah.

The guy had everything.
An apartment on Central Park.
A beautiful family.

He drove a Maserati.

Now he lives in a place
the size of the Maserati's
glove box.

Got it. Thanks.

His ex-wife has custody
of the kids, moved upstate.

But he does have
visitation rights.

Upstate where?

Nyack.

New Jersey
would be on his way.

How did he get there?

He sold the Maserati.

Yup, and charge records
show that he used to rent
a car every Saturday.

Used to?
He stopped
three weeks ago.

Well, maybe an old
acquaintance heard
his sad story

and decided to lend
him her green Corolla
she wasn't using.

Chris came up Saturday
like he always does.

Took the girls
to play miniature golf.
Had them home by 1:00.

Did you see what
kind of car he was driving?

No, usually it's an Avis.

Maybe you caught a color?

I was in the kitchen,
I didn't come outside.

It's hard for me
to see him.

Hey, girls!

Do you remember what kind
of car your dad was driving
when you saw him last?

It was green.

And you and your
sister, you both rode
in the back seat, right?

That's the law.

Jill, take Maddy inside.

What's this about?

Did your husband
ever mention Nancy Hartwig
or Wayne Jankins?

No. Who are they?

They both were killed.

And you think
Chris was involved?

Mrs. Mason, we'd like
your permission to take
your daughters' fingerprints.

No.

My children?

This doesn't make any...

No.

All right, well,
he was here Saturday.

The same day
as the shootout
at the OK Corolla.

He had his daughters
home by 1:00.

Bergen County is
on his way home.

Yeah, it'd be nice
to have those prints,
too bad.

Hey.

It's a crying shame.

So, you gentlemen
want a search warrant?

Yes, for the apartment
of Chris Mason,

who is a suspect
in the murder
of Nancy Hartwig.

The fingerprints of his
children were found
in the back seat

of the dead woman's car.

He took his children
along to a murder?

No, but it
does establish a connection
between him and the victim.

We think she lent him
her car to visit his children.

Then he went to meet
a drug dealer, who ended up
shooting a police officer.

The car was left behind.

Mr. Mason knew
that only Mrs. Hartwig
could connect him to it.

Wow. What a story,
isn't it, Carly?

Yes, Judge.

Their affidavit
seems to establish
probable cause.

Wait a minute!
Nancy Hartwig.

Wasn't that the woman
who was killed
with the shovel?

I read about that.

Yes, that would be
the one, Your Honor.

Here, go and search.

Thank you.
Thank you very much, sir.

Hey, look, I'm supposed
to be teaching in 20 minutes.

How long is this
going to take?

As long as it takes.
Bernard.

Something in
the tread here.

Ah, I thought
I smelled something.

Compost.

Better call the school,
Mason, tell them they're
going to need a sub.

I am the sub.
Let's go.

Not today.

Our extradition request
is on the way.

I don't know, Mr. Murdoch,
New Jersey may have to stand
in line for this one.

Chris Mason was involved
in a cop-killing
in Bergen County.

I don't know how you feel
about that kind of thing
in New York City.

How do you think
we feel about it?

He murdered a woman
with a shovel here,

we're not too crazy
about that either.

We've got him
on videotape.

You've got a man's
shape on videotape.

We have a witness
who saw him with
the murdered woman

and a tomato seed
on his shoe that
matches a rare variety

grown at the scene
of the crime.

And your motive
is that he killed her

so she wouldn't link him
to the car in New Jersey.

It's all about the murder
of our officer.

Except Mason didn't
shoot your officer.

Well, so he's guilty
of felony murder.

The shooting occurred
while he was committing
another crime.

New Jersey statute
only makes it
felony murder

if it occurred during
a robbery, sexual assault,
arson, burglary or kidnapping.

A drug deal
doesn't qualify.

We get him in front of a jury
of concerned citizens,
they might feel different.

Or you planning
to try him or lynch him?

There's also the small
matter of him saying
on your videotape,

"No, stop."

We've got him
dead to rights.

I think we'll keep him.

Okay.

But our extradition request
stays in the active pile, so,

what you just said
about our case,

you might not want
to mention
to Mason's lawyer.

I wouldn't dream of it.

New Jersey's got you
dead to rights, Mason.

Felony murder
of a police officer.

They'll bring back
capital punishment
just for you.

Talk to me, Cutter.

You know as well as I do,
Jersey's got him
on leaving the scene

and maybe a drug charge.

Are you sure?

Yes, Mr. Mason,
I'm sure.

What're you offering?

He confesses to killing
Nancy Hartwig, he does
20-to-life in New York.

- Pass.
- We've got the motive.

The bartender,
the drug connection,

the kids' prints in the car,
the tomato seed on his shoe.

You got a time-stamp
on that tomato seed,
sweetie?

Who's to say he didn't stop
by the garden a few weeks ago

to say hi to his friend Nancy
and pick up some green beans.

Is that your story,
Mr. Mason?

His story is, not guilty.

Well, I guess she read
the New Jersey felony
murder statute, too.

Estelle Adams has been
a public defender since
you were in pre-school.

It's our bad luck
Mason didn't draw
one of the morons.

Can anybody read
around here?

Well, I believe
that's a requirement for
graduating from law school.

The lights.

Maintenance is changing
the light bulbs
to save energy.

I think the ones in my office
are three watts.

You don't want to save
the polar bears?

I'm going to need to save
the seeing-eye dogs.

Mike, hey!
Hey!

My judge grabbed your case.

He likes a juicy story.

Great! Connie, Jack McCoy.

Carly is Judge Reynolds'
law clerk.

Brilliant man.

Haven't seen much
of him lately.

Yes, it's a privilege
to work for him.

So, there's some
scheduling issues
we should discuss?

Sure.

Scheduling issues.

It's simple,
Your Honor.

Hey, if it was simple,
you wouldn't need
a judge, would you.

No, Your Honor.

The defense moves
to preclude any mention
of the shooting

in New Jersey,
with which my client
was allegedly involved.

It's never been proven
and will severely
prejudice the jury.

It will also
inform the jury.

We contend Mr. Mason
murdered Mrs. Hartwig

to prevent her from linking
him to the New Jersey crime.

It would be horribly ironic

if we allowed him
to accomplish that
by killing her.

If he killed her.

Prove it.

That's what this trial
is supposed to be about.

Not something that happened
in another state.

The standard is whether
or not the probative value
of the alleged crime

has greater weight
than the other
alleged crime.

Here's the research
you requested, Your Honor.

As you can see,
The People v. Alicea
seems to govern.

But the facts there
were different.

It involved
co-defendants.

It allowed evidence of
other crimes so the jury
could understand

why the charged crime occurred
just as in this case.

This one is simple,
Miss Adams.

Your motion is denied.

Oh, well. Can't blame
a girl for trying.

What?

So, you and the judge's clerk,
you two are...

Friends.
Friends?

So we don't have the conflict
of interest problem, do we?

No.

And we don't have
a jealousy problem,
do we?

I was in pre-school
when you started
to work here.

Remember?

That was Estelle Adams,
not me.

Did your wife ever
tell you that she lent
your car to Mr. Mason?

No, but she wouldn't.

We were supposed
to live by certain rules.

Uh, no driving.

Would you be
surprised to learn
that she did a favor

for an old acquaintance
who had fallen on hard times?

Objection.

All these questions assume
facts not in evidence.

It's a hypothetical.
Mr. Hartwig
can certainly tell us

how his wife would behave
in a given situation.

Overruled.

If he said he was broke

and he needed the car
to visit his children,

sure.

She'd lend it to him.

Thank you.

What would upset you,
Mr. Hartwig?

Objection. Can we be
a little more specific?

Sustained.

We've heard testimony
that your wife had
drinks with Mr. Mason

on several occasions
in a hotel bar.

She went there
to use the bathroom.

But she didn't tell you
she was sneaking out for
toilet paper, did she?

No.

Because that was
against the rules.

Yes.

Isn't it possible that
your wife didn't tell you
about meeting Mr. Mason

because she was breaking
another kind of rule?

I don't believe that.

No.

Well, let me ask you
a hypothetical.

If you knew your wife
was seeing another man,

how jealous would you
have been?

I would've been jealous,

but I didn't know.

But you didn't have a hint,

when she was
sneaking out
at odd hours?

I never noticed.

Do you honestly
expect us to believe...

Objection.
Asked and answered.

Sustained.

The defendant's daughter
told us that he was driving

a green car on the day
of the shooting.

And did you find anything
else to connect
the defendant with that car?

Objection.

May we approach?

I can hear you from there.

I don't want the jury
to hear, Your Honor.

Very well, then.

The prosecution is going
to link my client
to the Hartwigs' car

by his children's
fingerprints
in the back seat.

It's relevant,
what's the problem?

The problem is how Detective
Bernard got the fingerprints
to make the match.

He stole a ball
the children
were playing with.

It was lying
in the street.

It wasn't abandoned.

They're children,
they would've
come back for it.

Even if taking the ball
was improper,

we're not using the evidence
against the children.

The defendant has no standing
to challenge the taking
of someone else's property.

That would seem to be...
I don't like it.

Stealing a child's toy.

The evidence is excluded.

Mike.

Sorry, that was weird.

Yeah, the law
is pretty damn clear.

He acted in haste
without considering
the precedents,

but I can fix it.

Fix it?
He'll reconsider.

Everything's
under control.

I'll talk to you later.

What's under control?

Everything,

apparently.

I acted in haste yesterday,

without considering
the precedents.

I'm reversing
my ruling
on the motion

to exclude
the children's
fingerprints.

Your Honor...
It's the law.

It was simply
a misunderstanding.

Is there anything
else, Miss Adams?

No.

Very well, then.
If you'll excuse me.

Carly, what's going on here?

Judge Reynolds made
an incorrect ruling.
He corrected himself.

Using the exact same words
you used yesterday.

"I acted in haste."
I mean, who's making
the decisions here?

I'm his law clerk.
I'm supposed to help
him research the law.

And your helping him has

nothing to do
with the fact that

you and I have...
Are you saying that
I'm throwing the case

for you?

You said some things
that are open to that
inference, yes.

And I think
we should be very clear.

Okay, um,
how's this for clarity?

I like you,

the judge made a wrong
ruling and he fixed it.

Those two facts
are not connected.

Excuse me.

Oh! You're still here.

Uh, just leaving, Your Honor.

Oh, that's too bad,
I was going to
charge you rent.

Stay behind to hash things
out with your friend?

I don't think that's
what this is about.

What have you noticed
about Judge Reynolds
during this trial?

He always rules our way.

Have you noticed that
he looks at his computer
before every ruling?

That he relies
heavily on his clerk?

A lot of judges do.

Who, for all we know,
is sending him
instant messages

telling him how to rule.

I found this on his desk.

"I acted in haste
yesterday without
considering the precedents.

"I'm reversing my ruling
on the motion to exclude
the children's fingerprints."

He had a script?
And a seating chart.

All our names,
and the seats we
were sitting in,

where Carly put us.

A memory aid.

And then some.

I want to talk
to the judge
without Carly.

What are you
doing for lunch?

Well, I wish I wouldn't
have skipped that course
in law school.

You know, the one about
spying on judges?

You're doing great.

There she goes.

Look, lock her
in a stall
if you have to.

Your Honor?

Mister...

You're one of
the attorneys.

I am. I, uh, just wanted
to thank you for
your ruling this morning.

That's my job, isn't it?

Well, I was just wondering
which precedent you found
most persuasive?

Wasn't that
in my ruling?

Well, your ruling was oral.

Then I'll have
to check my notes.

I have very
thorough notes.

Oh, that looks good.
Did you order that?

Well, actually,
I'm not sitting here.

Oh.

Who is?

He couldn't
remember my name,

or the name of the defendant
or what he was charged with.

You know that memory aid
he used?

My Uncle Charlie,
he used to walk around
with notes like that

when he came down
with senile dementia.

Judge Reynolds is over 70.

He has to apply
for re-certification
every year.

Somebody thinks
he's competent.

That's rubber stamped.
You know it as well
as I do. Come on, Jack.

Before he was a judge,

Malcolm Reynolds
was the best defense
lawyer in town.

I once heard him
convince a jury

that a double-murderer
couldn't have formed
the requisite intent

because he was distracted
by a swarm of bees.

His mind is going, Jack.

He shouldn't be
on the bench.

Is your defendant guilty?

Yes.

Are you winning your case?

Yes.

You know, some prosecutors
wouldn't see a problem there.

Light.

Hey, Mike.

What's going on?

Carly.

I heard you had a little
chat with my judge at lunch.

Your judge?

I hope you weren't discussing
the case, that
would be against the rules.

He should withdraw
from the case, Carly.

He should retire.

You know that.

He's doing a fine job.

No, no. You're doing the job.
You're the one who should
be sitting on the bench.

Well, that's very flattering,
but that's not how it is.

Look, why are you
protecting him?

He can retire quietly,
with honor, respect,
a decent pension.

What about
my pension, Mike?

What?

You know
my circumstances.

I graduated in the middle
of my class from
a second-rate law school.

I need this job.

So for you,
we pervert the court.

What is your
problem, Mike?

Every decision in this
trial has gone your way,

and it's been
legally correct.

I know what I'm doing.

Well, I'm not
letting this go, Carly.

We'll have to take it
to another judge.

You do that, Mike,
and Judge Reynolds
won't be the one who suffers.

Who's next?

Your Honor, I'm seeking...
Excuse me.

Uh, Judge, I've been waiting
with an emergency petition.

Well, I'm not sure
that I see, uh...

I spoke to your clerk
two hours ago.

Well, there are emergencies
and there are emergencies.

I see this has to do
with the alleged unfitness
of one of my colleagues,

who shall remain nameless
in this forum.

All I see in support
of your application
is your own affidavit.

That should
be sufficient to warrant
a medical examination.

The proper procedure
would be to forward this

to the commission
on judicial conduct.

Which would take months.
This judge is serving.

Serving well,
as far as I've heard
from anyone else.

Although I must say,
off the record,

I have heard reports
of your conduct
in this matter.

May I approach?
No need.

This kind of thing
can get very ugly,
Mr. Cutter.

You might want to rethink
what you're doing here.

It's all over Foley Square,

that you colluded with
your clerk girlfriend to take
advantage of Judge Reynolds.

What? Why would Carly
tell that story?

That makes her guilty, too.

Because she figures
you'll drop the matter

because you don't want to be
hauled up on ethics charges
and possibly disbarred.

What exactly did
Judge Brannigan say?

He blackmailed me
in open court.

They protect
each other.

Any judge knows
he might be the next one
to drop a stitch.

What, so what do they want?
To be hailed and saluted
every day of their lives

until they die
on the bench?
Yes.

Well, look, this story
about me doesn't
even make sense.

If I wanted him to throw
the case, I wouldn't try
to get him removed.

Tell it to the judge.

Judge Reynolds?

Mister...

Cutter. I have the
Mason trial before you.

Oh, yes.

What are you doing here?

Well, I'm not sure
if you've heard, sir,

but I've been
trying to get you
removed from the bench.

Why?

Because I think your
mind is not as sharp
as it used to be.

And, with all due respect,
I think it's time
for you to retire.

Mister...

Cutter.

Have I done you any harm?

Me personally? No.

Good.

I like to think
that I'm fair.

It's not personal, Judge.

The fair thing,
for everybody,
is for you to step down.

And do what?

Whatever you want.

I don't collect stamps.

My wife is dead.

My only child is an
alcoholic in Las Vegas.

I am doing what
it is I want to do.

Time to go
to work, Your Honor.

Thank you.

Will I see you
in court?

Okay, so now you've pissed off
the clerk and the judge.

I wonder which way
his rulings are going
to go today?

And what was
I supposed to do,
leave it alone?

And convict
a murderer?

I could think
of a worse outcome.

Well, you're not the one
this woman is threatening
with disbarment.

Yeah, but is this about
justice or your male pride?

It's about doing
the right thing.

Look, Mason is guilty,
but the next defendant

whose name this
judge can't remember,
might be innocent.

Ready for another day
in court, kids?

I wonder how the judge
is going to be ruling
today?

Well, he's not going to be
in the jury room, Estelle.
I'm still winning the trial.

But you've given me
a lovely appeal issue.

And who are you going
to be appealing to?

The same judges who are
protecting Reynolds now?

Well, that's a point.

Estelle,

we've got to set this right.

After the firm went
bust, Chris called me.

He was desperate, you know,
he'd lost his apartment,
his family, his whole life.

And what did he say,
Mr. Dooley?

He offered
to sell me cocaine.

He said he'd gone
into business with
Wayne Jankins,

who'd been dealing
for some people
in the firm.

I move to strike
this witness' testimony.

Mr. Dooley was not on
the state's witness list.

I've had no time
to prepare,
no time to rebut.

We added the witness
a week ago.

We filed a 283
with the court.

I never got a copy.

Overruled.

I'm entitled
to an inquiry.

Was notice sent
to me or not?

I have no objection.

Overruled.

There's nothing to rule on,
Your Honor.

The People consent
to an inquiry.

Uh, your clerk can tell us
whether notice was sent
to the defense or not.

Uh, yes it was.

Can we do this
right, please?

On the record?

Very well.

The jury will be
excused temporarily,

and my clerk will
take the stand.

Do you solemnly swear
to tell the truth,
the whole truth

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

Yes.

See, here's the receipt
for defense's copy of
the state's witness list.

Dated last Tuesday,
signed by...

Objection. The witness
has failed to lay
a proper foundation.

What?

Your Honor,
how do you rule?

Your Honor?

The objection doesn't
make any sense.

Please, we're waiting
for the judge to rule.

There's nothing
on the screen, Your Honor.

She's here on the stand.

She can't send you a message.

You are out of order.

You're a witness,
you don't decide
what's out of order.

Your Honor, Mr. Cutter
is out of order.

That's the way
it works, right?

You tell him what to do.

Judge, why are you
looking at the screen?

He's the one who's been
telling the lies about me,
isn't he?

He's in contempt.

Judge, tell him
he's in contempt.

You're in contempt.

I'm sorry, Your Honor,
I really am.

Now what do I do?

Thank you.

Judge Reynolds
is taking a medical leave.

His clerk's been fired,
and she's being investigated
by the attorney general.

All he had to do
was retire when
the time came.

The defense is going
to ask for a new trial,

and they'll
probably get one.

Well, we will
win in this one.

We'll win that one, too.

Now we have to try
every case twice?

I'm not paying him double.

Judge Reynolds?

Jack.

I'm leaving, you know.

Yes, I heard.

They tell me I'm sick.

I'm not really sick,

just having a last

look around.

Adam Schiff

used to sit
in that chair.

That's right.

He had a little
refrigerator
right there by it,

where he kept his tuna fish
sandwiches because
he had to work late.

I used to come in
sometimes,

have a tuna fish sandwich.

His wife put sliced
olives on them.

Just the thing!

How long have you
worked here...

Jack.

Well...

Good luck, then.