19x07 - Zero

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NARRATOR: In the
criminal justice system

the people are represented by two
separate yet equally important groups,

the police who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Stomp on this. (LAUGHING)

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 k*ller may not be
a gardener anyway.

First rule of
composting, no meat.

(INAUDIBLE)

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.

(SCOFFS) 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.

BERNARD: Computer's working.

JOE: 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.

LUPO: 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,

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.

BARTENDER: 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.

LUPO: 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.

NYPD.

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?

(SIGHS) Cop-k*lling. Come on.

This guy's a cop?

No, he k*lled one
Saturday afternoon.

Routine traffic
stop went sideways.

I take it the cop
k*lled 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 k*lled 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.

POLICEMAN: That's
Officer Dale McCloskey.

Thirty-four years old.
Wife and three children.

McCLOSKEY: License and
registration. MAN 1: What'd I do, Officer?

License and registration.

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

MAN 2: Stop! Dude, are
you crazy? Step out of the car.

MAN 2: No! Oh, my God!

POLICEMAN: 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.

LUPO: 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.

LUPO: 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 g*ng 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.

LUPO: 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.

(SCOFFS) 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. LUPO: 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?

CHRIS: 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? LUPO: 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.

ANN: Chris came up
Saturday like he always does.

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

LUPO: 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.

BERNARD: 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 k*lled.

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.

(SIGHS)

All right, well, he
was here Saturday.

The same day as the
sh**t 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
m*rder 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 m*rder?

BERNARD: 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 sh**ting 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 k*lled 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.

(SNIFFS) 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-k*lling 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 m*rder*d 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 m*rder*d 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 k*lled her

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

It's all about the
m*rder of our officer.

Except Mason didn't
sh**t your officer.

Well, so he's guilty
of felony m*rder.

The sh**ting occurred while
he was committing another crime.

New Jersey statute only
makes it felony m*rder

if it occurred during a robbery, sexual
as*ault, 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 m*rder
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 k*lling Nancy
Hartwig, he does 20-to-life in New York.

Pass. CONNIE:
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 m*rder 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?

CUTTER: 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.

ESTELLE: 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 sh**ting

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
m*rder*d 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 k*lling her.

ESTELLE: If he k*lled 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 sh**ting.

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. (SIGHING)

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.

(PHONE RINGING)

Excuse me.

Oh! You're still here.

Uh, just leaving, Your Honor.

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

(CHUCKLES)

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?

CUTTER: 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-m*rder*r 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.

JUDGE: 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.

JACK: 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.

CARLY: 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 m*rder*r?

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.

JIM: 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.

ESTELLE: 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?

(SIGHS)

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?

CUTTER: 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.

CUTTER: That's the
way it works, right?

You tell him what to do.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Judge, why are you
looking at the screen?

(SIGHS)

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.