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UNIFORM: Emily Copeland, 33,

apparent suffocation.

You said there's no signs of forced entry, right?

No.

What's with the window?

Fire escape window was open, but no signs of tampering.

Uh-huh. And you said her husband called it in?

Where's he?

Yeah. That's him right over there.

BAEZ: He make any statements?

No, he's a little out of it.

Okay, thank you.

Mr. Copeland, Detective Reagan,

this is Detective Baez.

We're very sorry for your loss, sir.

Can you tell us what happened?

Went to run some errands, and...

when I came back the door was ajar.

I walked in and found her with the pillow over her face.

You see or hear anything suspicious?

I just can't believe how peaceful she looked.

Mr. Copeland, do you know of anyone who would

want to harm your wife?

Anybody make any threats to her?

It was like she was sleeping.

That's what it looked like.

Your Honor, clearly this is an attempt...

Please, Ms. Reagan, let's hear what Mr. Weber has to say first.

WEBER: Thank you, Your Honor.

I fired my lawyer, but I have retained a new one.

Your Honor, if this is an attempt to delay proceedings...

So sorry I'm a few minutes late, Your Honor.

I was only officially retained this morning.

JUDGE: Well, I admire your ability

to hit the ground running.

Uh, you'll be requesting a continuance?

BOYLE: Uh, no, Your Honor, I wouldn't want to inconvenience

the court any more, or Ms. Reagan-Boyle.

I mean, Ms. Reagan.

A family connection?

BOYLE: Ex-wife.

I hope that's not a problem.

Well, not for me.

The People have no objections.

Your Honor, I'd like to request a hearing on the admissibility

of Dr. Weber's confession.

Your Honor, we're past the pretrial stage,

and Dr. Weber's previous attorney

chose not to file a motion.

I'll allow it.

We already picked the jury, Your Honor.

The People should be happy we're not pushing

this murder trial down the road.

I will hear arguments tomorrow.

(gavel bangs)

♪ ♪

We're good.

One more time, let's get a handshake.

GARRETT: Thank you, Councilman.

No, no, just one more.

The commissioner's running late for his next appointment.

Sorry, Steve.

We got to find a better way to get out of the handshake shot.

When politicians stop posting them as endorsements.

And how do I get out of here?

Just keep walking.

WOMAN: Commissioner Reagan.

May I have a word with you?

Now's not a good time.

No time like the present.

Uh, unless it's now.

The commissioner is late for his next appointment, sorry.

No, I'm sorry, but my son was killed in your streets!

(sighs)

This can't be the first time you're hearing this.

His name was Charles Wayne, and he was just 16

and he's not just a statistic to me.

Or to me.

GARRETT: Ms. Wayne, I'm happy to arrange a meeting

for you to discuss your issues

with the commissioner.

When hell freezes over.

All right, hold on just a second, Garrett.

Why don't you just give me your information?

My innocent boy

was killed on your streets in cold blood.

That's my information.

I'm sorry.

Sorry doesn't cut it.

I know that.

We'll look into it first thing.

He was some rich kid on the Upper East Side,

you'd have already looked into it.

Would've man-hunted the killer down.

Let's go, Frank.

My son was murdered,

and I'm being removed because the commissioner

wants to shut me up?!

Well, I'm not gonna shut up! You hear me?!

He's never gonna shut me up!

MAN: Relax!

(woman continues indistinctly)

♪ ♪

DANNY: According to the doorman,

Mr. Copeland, you were gone from 7:45 to 9:00.

Is that right?

Sounds right.

BAEZ: And when you came back,

the door was open?

Well, Emily sometimes left it open.

She liked the cross ventilation.

It's a safe building, safe neighborhood.

How was your relationship with your wife, Mr. Copeland?

What? How was my relationship?

Yeah, were you on the outs?

Did you have any issues in your marriage?

No, we weren't on the outs.

We were nuts about each other.

Tell you what,

why don't you investigate my wife and our marriage

and let me know what you come up with.

And while you're at it, maybe you can spare some time

and look for her killer.

We'll do that.

Look, I know what you're thinking.

I don't work for Internal Affairs.

Right. You're just a field associate for them.

If cops follow the rules,

they don't have to worry about IAB, do they?

Come talk to me when you've had

more than five minutes on the job, okay?

Whoa, what're you doing?

What do you mean what am I doing?

I'm starting the car.

Well, we can't go anywhere yet.

What do you mean?

We have to follow protocol, Officer Patimkin.

Did you check the oil in the car?

The water and the antifreeze in the radiator?

The brakes and the windshield wipers?

Are you kidding me?

It's clearly stated in the patrol guide, Officer Patimkin.

All part of the driver's checklist.

(door sensor beeping)

(pops hood)

(siren whoops)

I was just checking the warning devices.

Looks like they're working okay.

I don't get why you're mad at me.

Therein lies the problem, Jack,

your inability to recognize you might be wrong.

What did I do wrong now?

There's eight and a half million people in this city,

and you're representing the one client I'm prosecuting?

I didn't seek him out. He sought me out.

And that didn't raise an eyebrow for you?

Not the most professional move,

bringing your underage girlfriend to court.

Ah. She is a lawyer.

And, in fact, she graduated Fordham,

just like you and I.

Good for her.

And she's not underage.

She's 25.

Oh, great, great.

Thank you for clarifying that.

She's five years older than your daughter.

Unless there's something else, Jack...

No.

Good.

But you probably want to keep the coat on.

Must get pretty drafty up there on your high horse.

Everything okay?

No.

Was that...

Yes.

Guess it didn't go well.

No.

Maybe I should come back later.

What do you need, Anthony?

I just got a heads-up

he's adding a name to the witness list.

Officer Scott Polansky.

The officer that witnessed the confession?

Yeah. He's using him to challenge it.

Can you find out why?

I'm on it. And, Erin?

Don't listen to him.

He doesn't know what he's talking about.

Let's call it what it was, an ambush.

Not an ambush if you knew she was coming.

What's that mean?

It means he vetted the guest list and he knew who she was.

Is that about right?

That's about right.

And I'm not sure

it was necessary to drag her out of there.

And it sure wasn't necessary to talk to her.

You need to let me do my job.

And who is she?

Shelly Wayne. She founded a group called

Mothers United to Fight Violence

with a bunch of fellow East New York residents

who lost kids, too.

If it helps them help themselves, then great,

but a little cooperation with cops

might be a better way.

Not a club they asked to join.

Copy that, boss.

Mayor's behind this.

GARRETT: I don't know about that, but I do know

I saw it coming.

How?

You get a sense.

They call that profiling now, you know.

And I still call it doing my job,

but I don't have the mayor's fingerprints on it.

Well, let's just assume the worst.

Was she charged?

She was issued a C-summons for disorderly conduct.

And this.

She has a reputation for that.

GORMLEY: Getting her 15 minutes of fame.

FRANK: You know what?

Let's not do this.

Let's not become what we condemn.

Now, what do you have on her son?

Charles Wayne, 16,

was shot outside the Parksdale Housing Projects,

July 21, 2016, in East New York.

DOA at Mercy. Case is still open.

And why is it still open?

It's East New York.

JAMIE: Whoa, slow it down.

What?

JAMIE: Locked him up last year for possession.

Looks like he's at it again.

Okay, wait, don't just leave me sitting here.

(indistinct chatter)

Hey.

Go, go!

Hey! Police!

(panting)

Police! Stop!

Move, man!

Hey! Police!

(screams, groans)

Ma'am, are you all right? Hey.

I got a central 12, Charlie.

Uh, requesting a bus at 211 West End.

Ma'am, stay put, okay? I got help coming.

(tires screech)

(yells)

(groans)

(grunts)

Hands on the hood.

Come on, I didn't do nothing.

Yeah? Then why you running, huh?

You got any weapons on you?

Huh?

DeMarcus Green.

That's a whole lot of nothing you got here, DeMarcus.

You're under arrest for criminal sale and criminal possession

of a controlled substance.

Just so we're clear, this is my collar.

Yeah? Here's your collar.

Aah! Aah! These cuffs are too tight, man.

Police brutality!

All right, shut, shut up.

Police brutality!

Put him in.

I'm gonna go back and check on the lady that he knocked down.

Hey!

I'll be right back.

You stay with the prisoner.

Anybody see this, help me.

Man, come on, man.

Excuse me.

Talking to me?

You didn't pick up its mess.

Are you kidding me? Who are you, the doggie police?

It's a $250 fine.

But, Miss...

Yeah, and if you keep arguing, I'll make it disorderly conduct.

(sniffles)

Patimkin.

What?

Can I talk to you for a second?

Stay where you are.

What is it?

Where's DeMarcus?

Oh, my God, I just left him alone for a second.

To enforce a pooper scooper law? Let's go, get in the car.

Let's go, get in the car!

(engine starts)

The only prints from the scene

were from Emily, Brian and their son.

So maybe the killer wore gloves.

M.E. say there was any DNA on the vic?

No.

Excuse me, are you Detectives Reagan and Baez?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm Emily Copeland's mom.

Oh.

Um...

Why don't you have a seat here? Please.

Oh.

No, that's all right. Thank you.

We're very sorry for your loss.

(sighs)

My loss.

I always found that an odd thing to say.

A loss implies there's a chance

you'll eventually find what's missing.

My grandson's only four years old,

and he's going to have to grow up without a mother.

And with a father who's a murderer.

Are you telling us that your son-in-law

murdered your daughter?

Emily was very upset lately.

Upset how?

Brian had quit his job.

He wanted to open a restaurant.

Like there aren't enough of those in New York City.

Emily supported him,

but it was causing a big strain on the marriage.

In what way?

About a week ago, Emily came to me

and asked if I would care for Robert,

my grandson...

Mm-hmm.

...if-if something were to happen to her.

If I would help raise him.

She give any explanation as to why she'd be asking?

She was only 33.

Why would she be talking about dying

if she didn't think somebody was trying to kill her?

That's why it's called the murder capital of New York.

For your 2:00.

When I started on the job,

there were 109 murders a year in East New York.

We had 18 last year. That's progress.

Not so much for the 18.

Right.

Anyway,

I talked to the detective investigating the son's murder.

Charles Wayne was shot by the Double Treys.

And not an arrest?

No. It was a drive-by.

Random.

That's the thing.

Charles was being initiated into the Kings

at the time of his murder.

Okay.

So, not so innocent an innocent bystander.

It's still a mother and her son.

And it's East New York,

so we're not gonna get spit from the community.

I want a sit-down with Shelly Wayne.

To what purpose?

To disavow her belief that her son

was completely innocent?

Got to say, boss, I agree with Garrett.

She'll just take advantage,

use it to get more publicity.

She is gonna have to hear the truth,

that her son was part of a gang.

You want to do that, Garrett?

Sid?

Set it up.

(dispatcher speaking indistinctly)

You realize the heap of trouble that you're in?

And me now, too?

I'm sorry.

You got DeMarcus' wallet?

We'll probably both get suspended thanks to you.

"1512 West 116th Street."

Should we go see if he's there?

Well, we're supposed to just call it in.

Yeah, but if we find him, then no harm no foul, right?

Oh, I get it. We don't have to go by the book

when it's your skin on the line, huh?

Come on.

I ran Emily Copeland through NICB.

She and Brian took out a life insurance policy

three months ago.

Both of them?

Mm-hmm.

For how much?

A million dollars. Enough to, say, start a restaurant.

Come on. That gives us motive,

but something still doesn't add up for me.

All I know is the last time the suspect told the cops

to find the real killer, it ended in a Bronco chase.

Yeah, but she didn't look like she put up a fight.

Maybe she was sleeping.

People tend to wake up when they're being smothered.

Maybe she was drugged.

Did the M.E. come back with the autopsy yet?

She started two hours ago.

Okay. Well, then, maybe the dead can settle this.

Forget it, Reagan.

Our tour's over. Let's just call it in.

No, there's one more place.

(indistinct chatter)

That's him.

Hey, DeMarcus.

Is that marijuana that you're smoking?

Dude, there isn't even enough for a misdemeanor.

These things are killing me.

Can you get them off?

Yeah, when we get to holding.

Objection, Your Honor. We've established

that the detective that took the confession

administered the Miranda rights.

But the question isn't whether or not he read them, but when.

METCALF: I'll allow it.

You can answer the question, Officer.

He read them after Weber confessed.

But that's because Dr. Weber confessed...

That's all, no more questions.

Officer Polansky, why were the Miranda rights

administered after the confession?

POLANSKY: Weber confessed so fast,

before we had a chance to read him his rights,

and once he started, we didn't want

to stop the confession in order to read

the Miranda Rights.

The reason why is irrelevant, Your Honor.

I move to have the confession thrown out.

Your Honor, spontan...

Ms. Reagan, while I sympathize with your efforts,

I must side with the defense.

The ends can't justify the means.

The confession will not be allowed.

Now, I suggest both sides

attempt to reach a plea agreement.

We'll reconvene at 1:00.

(gavel bangs)

You're late.

Actually, I was in on time,

but I wanted to get a jump on the patrol checklist.

So the oil and water

and windshield wipers and tires

and sirens and lights have all been checked

and are working at optimal capacity.

Great.

My brother's a heroin addict.

He's been arrested numerous times for drug possession,

possession with intent to sell, assault and burglary

so that he could steal even more money

so he could buy even more drugs.

I'm sorry.

I lied on my application to the NYPD.

I didn't write down that my brother was a junkie

or that my mom has been arrested too many times to count

for driving while intoxicated.

I didn't put it down because...

I didn't put it down because all I ever wanted to be was a cop.

But when I was halfway through the academy, they found out

that I had omitted my family's arrest history.

And IAB was called.

Internal Affairs said that they would overlook my error

if I worked as a field associate with them for six months.

Why are you telling me this?

Just wanted you to know why I cooperated with IAB.

I'm Jack Boyle.

Yeah. I know who you are.

Please,

sit.

Can I just say,

I had Professor Black for Criminal Law.

He'd always tell us how you rose through the ranks

of the D.A.'s office to become a bureau chief.

You're, like, a legend.

(chuckles)

Well,

please say hi to him next time you go back.

Oh, he's dead.

I mean,

well, he was ancient when I had him.

ERIN: Well, let's just get right down to it.

Offering Man 1. 15 years.

You don't have a confession.

Criminally negligent homicide.

One to three years.

We have a murder weapon that was found in your client's trash.

Man 2. Five to 15.

We'll pass.

You're not even gonna bring it to your client?

My client informed me that he will not take a plea

he's so sure we're gonna win.

Then what are we doing here, Jack?

Old times' sake?

(sighs)

See you in court.

WOMAN: Dr. Weber and I were having an affair.

My husband threatened

Dr. Weber, told him he was going to kill him.

And how did Dr. Weber respond?

Dr. Weber said,

"Not if I kill you first."

ERIN: Thank you.

No more questions.

Did you have other affairs, besides the one with Dr. Weber?

Objection. Relevance.

Ms. Boyle-- I mean Ms. Reagan brought up the affair as motive.

I have an alternative one.

I'll allow.

You may answer the question.

I had two previous affairs.

Because my husband and I

had an open marriage.

Meaning?

We both believe that monogamy

is an unnatural expectation.

Relevance, Your Honor.

I understand...

Are you going somewhere with this, Mr. Boyle?

BOYLE: Indeed I am, Your Honor.

Was your husband also having an affair?

Yes, he was.

So...

his lover could've killed him.

Objection. Speculation.

The jury will disregard the last remark from Mr. Boyle.

No more questions.

Ms. Manis, I have a question.

Why do you think

your husband threatened to kill Dr. Weber

when he found out about your affair?

Because love can be unpredictable.

You know, always amazes me

how small the human heart actually is.

Eight to ten ounces for a woman, ten to 12 for a guy.

Hmm.

Men have bigger hearts?

That's debatable. But, technically, yes.

You know, those extra few ounces we have

is what always gets us in trouble with you guys.

(chuckles)

What can you tell us about Emily Copeland?

Her cause of death was suffocation. My guess,

a pillow was placed over her face and held there

for about three minutes.

You find anything under her fingernails?

I wish. No DNA for you.

No hair or skin, other than the victim's.

No defense wounds?

Isn't that unusual, you know, in a suffocation--

no defense wounds?

What's more unusual isn't that she was suffocated

but that she would've been dead anyway.

My guess: within a month.

Why?

She had late-stage pancreatic cancer.

SHELLY (in distance): I know my rights.

I want to know what this is about.

The judge said I was free to go.

I told you my case was dismissed.

So why am I being...

Please, just step this way.

Not until I find out why I'm here.

Please sit down.

I don't understand. My charges were dismissed.

I'm aware.

You got the charges dropped.

Yes.

But that doesn't buy me shutting up.

Wasn't meant to. Please?

(sighs)

I looked into your son's murder.

He was killed in a turf war

between the Double Treys and the Warrior Kings.

Well, who did it?

A 15-year-old member

of the Double Treys.

Why? Why Charles?

Did he know my boy?

(sighs)

I don't have that information.

Does it matter?

In that he took a life that he didn't mean to,

so there's another piece of misery out there?

You can look at it that way; I can't.

I can try. They may be numbers to you,

but they're all people to me.

Nobody's just a number.

A black teenager in East New York?

I know his name, who he was,

who his mother is, so please stop it.

You have no idea what it's like

to lose a child.

(sighs)

You throw your weight around

and you get someone to name who killed my boy

and now you get to go back to your office

and feel good about yourself?

Nothing about this makes me feel good.

When Charles was killed I started a group.

I'm aware.

We have 55 members so far.

All mothers who have lost their children to violence.

We have vigils and marches and rallies,

and guess who's never there at any of these events.

Your cops.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(sighs)

So, who died?

33-year-old woman with a four-year-old kid.

40-year-old dermatologist from the Upper West Side.

And a 16-year-old in East New York.

I didn't mean it literally.

You just forgot who was at the table.

Okay. Sorry.

A great partnership.

You and Eddie?

Yeah, Sarge

switched us up. Now he's got me

riding with an IAB snitch.

Oh, that's a real waste of IA manpower, don't you think?

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, their snitch is riding around with,

you know, Dudley Do-Right.

(chuckling)

How is it you can make even my being a good cop

into a bad thing?

I didn't say

it was a bad thing.

Well, you'll be happy

to know that they switched us up

for punking another pair of partners.

I'll be happy to know?

Well, no, not you.

Just forgot who was at the table.

16-year-old, how?

Gunshot. Question's why.

All right, why?

Kid's poor, bored, and armed.

And in East New York.

Still a war zone, huh?

Well, it's much better than it was

when I was there ten years ago.

But it's still East New York.

Define "better."

Well, less terrible.

That's a pretty low bar.

Not compared

to 40 years ago.

If you lost someone, "better" isn't good enough.

So what do you tell them?

That is a good question with no good answer.

Sometimes it's best not to tell 'em anything

and just listen instead.

Can't you just send more cops there?

Wish it were that simple.

People move to change the subject.

Seconded.

Thirded.

You guys have something more fun to talk about

than life or death?

What'd you expect, given who's at the table?

Okay, so... go.

Mom's case? Dad's across the aisle

on the defense.

I was not thinking that.

Slick Jack? Really?

Wow. How's that going for you?

He's dating his co-counsel. She's 25.

ERIN: Ugh.

(coughs)

Nicky, zip it.

Is she hot?

What?

Okay, how about we

go back to East New York?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, what is she like?

No way.

25, really?

Thanks, Nicky.

(laughter)

(sighs)

So, is she?

Is she what?

Hot.

In a cheap sort of way, I suppose.

And charmed by Jack, I'm sure.

Jack can still talk the green off a leaf,

I'll give him that.

Well, Jack's always gonna be one of those guys

who thinks the grass is greener.

Well, now the grass is 20 years younger.

Ouch.

Mm.

Do you remember Aunt Agnes and Aunt Ruth?

Yeah, you used to drag us to Bushwick

to see them every month.

Yeah. And neither one of them

ever got married, even once.

So I got them beat?

No.

Are you calling me

a spinster aunt?

Every family like ours has one.

Well, my money's on Jamie.

No such thing as a spinster uncle.

That's a double standard, Dad.

(sighs)

Erin...

you need to move on.

Yeah, well,

I can't right now. I have to deal with him.

Not the kind

of moving on I'm talking about.

I know. But this comes first and foremost.

You turned down a plea.

He wanted three years. It was a fire sale.

As opposed to zero if you lose.

I'd bet on me, Dad.

Ask you this.

If Jack wasn't on the case,

would you have taken the plea?

I guess we'll never know.

(sighs)

BAEZ: So it looks like Brian took out

the insurance policy after his wife was diagnosed

with the cancer.

Okay, but the thing is, though,

if he took out the policy, why would he risk killing her

when she would've died naturally in a few weeks anyway?

Maybe he was anxious to get started.

Well, I'm banking on that 12-ounce heart

factoring into this equation at some point.

Since when? You're usually the cynical one.

Well, we're just missing something.

Yeah, a confession.

I think I know how to get one.

You want me to question Manis' mistress,

see if she and her husband have alibis?

It wouldn't hurt.

I mean, we know who killed Manis.

At least we have the knife.

What is taking so long?

Hey, we got court, pal.

You want to step it up, here?

So, uh, how come you and Jack broke up?

Irreconcilable differences.

I got irreconcilable differences with every woman I ever date.

Isn't that what keeps it interesting?

Got the evidence?

It's not here.

What do you mean it's not here?

It's gone.

How can it be gone? It's the evidence

in a murder investigation.

It's not where it's supposed to be.

Then check where it's not supposed to be.

I did. It's not there either.

How can the evidence go missing?

Well, maybe you removed it for a hearing.

We did not remove it.

What do you want me to tell you?

You're lucky this cage

is separating us, that's what.

DANNY: From what I understand,

pancreatic cancer-- it's the least detectable

until it's too late, so you must have felt completely helpless

when your wife got her diagnosis.

And then, I would assume, after you got the diagnosis,

that's when you went out and got the life insurance policy.

It's not unusual to have a life insurance policy.

Absolutely not.

I mean, it's a little unusual

when you get one six months before your 33-year-old wife

is murdered under suspicious circumstances.

But that's neither here not there.

Why don't you just say what you want to say?

Brian, I... I'm not saying anything.

And I certainly don't think you're a murderer.

Now, your mother-in-law may,

and you did buy that life insurance policy,

but I don't.

I think I might need a lawyer.

Just told you I believe you, Brian.

I don't think you did it.

(knocking)

One second.

Really?

I told you. I knew you were a good guy.

You're not gonna need a lawyer after all.

How's that?

We got the guy.

What are you talking about?

We got the guy

who killed Emily. He's sitting

right there, next to my desk.

This guy's a career criminal. He's already hit

six buildings in the area. We got him

on video going into your building around the time

of Emily's murder. He's got no alibi.

That can't be.

It can be.

The D.A.'s charging him with manslaughter

in the first degree. That son of a bitch

is looking at 25 to life, easy.

No, you can't charge him.

Gonna charge him?

We already are.

And guess what, Brian.

You've been through enough, you are free to go.

No!

What?

He didn't do it.

(door slams)

Sit down.

Your Honor, the People would like to request a continuance.

On what grounds?

Your Honor, through no fault of our own,

the evidence in this case

is missing from the property clerk's office.

How does evidence go missing, Ms. Reagan?

We are looking into that, Your Honor.

We'd like to move for this case to be dismissed.

Your Honor,

the People request a 24-hour continuance.

Do the People have anything else that links

the defendant to the crime? Fingerprints?

An eyewitness?

No, but

the weapon...

Ms. Reagan, we have

a jury that we've been inconveniencing

for two days.

I'm dismissing the case.

With prejudice, Your Honor?

Your Honor...

Dismissed... with prejudice.

You almost done with that 61?

Just dotting the Is and crossing the Ts.

Reagan...

that info DeMarcus gave you panned out.

Narcotics is executing that warrant tonight,

if you want to join.

I'm only interested if my partner can come.

She's in bed with IAB,

you know.

We arrested DeMarcus together.

Suit yourself.

Then, um, both of you ready to roll, 1900 hours.

What?

I thought you didn't like me.

It's not

that I didn't like you.

It's that I didn't trust you.

But now you do... trust me?

Nah. It's just, you're so good at checking the oil in the car.

(latch clicks)

(door opens)

(door closes)

How you doing, Mr. Copeland?

My lawyer advised me...

Not to speak to anyone.

He's right.

So, I'll talk, and you listen, okay?

Toxicology report came back yesterday.

They found secobarbital in your wife's system.

The M.E. said that secobarbital

is used to treat insomnia, or as a sedative before surgery.

So?

So,

I found the bottle

of secobarbital in your medicine cabinet.

Interesting. You know, it's...

prescribed by a doctor in Vermont.

I thought to myself, why would a couple from New York

go all the way to Vermont

to get a prescription?

Couldn't figure it out, so I called the doctor myself.

He told me that secobarbital is also used

in physician-assisted suicide,

which is legal in Vermont, but, unfortunately,

it's not legal in New York.

I can't do this.

He also told me you called him the day your wife was murdered.

She wanted to die on her own terms.

She didn't want to drag it out.

And the doc agreed.

But when

she took it, it didn't work.

I called the doctor, panicked.

(sighs)

He apologized,

said that it's an inexact science,

that he didn't prescribe

the right amount.

And then Emily turned to me,

and she knew the drug would knock her out.

But... it wouldn't be enough to kill her.

So she asked you to smother her

while she was unconscious, right?

I didn't want to. I really didn't want to,

but I didn't want to see her in any more pain.

I did what she asked.

(crying): I loved her.

(sniffling)

She let go so peacefully,

just the way she wanted.

And I don't care what happens to me.

I have no regrets.

Nor should you.

(sighs)

(sighs)

(footsteps approaching)

Hi.

Congratulations.

I'm sorry.

For what?

I'm sorry you lost your case.

I'm sorry I accused you of being judgmental.

You're right. I'm... I am judgmental.

And I'm sorry you were forced to deal with Mandy.

Mandy. Are you kidding?

Her name rhymes with...

Candy.

I know. I'm sorry about that, too.

Where is she, anyway?

Uh, speaking at a Women in Law symposium

geared to first-years.

Beautiful and smart.

Are you done apologizing?

I think so, unless there's something I'm not thinking of.

Anyway, Mandy and I are, uh...

We're not going out anymore.

What happened?

We went out to eat,

and the waiter thought she was my daughter.

That... that, and she ordered Bay Breezes.

We used to drink Bay Breezes.

We were 19.

Wow. I've known you that long?

Unfortunately, yes.

Want to go out and get a bite to eat?

No.

I mean, no, thank you.

I'm meeting Danny at O'Malleys.

I'd invite you, but...

He'd rather use my face as a dartboard.

Something like that.

I don't get this with anyone else.

What, the verbal abuse?

This.

You.

You're funny and smart.

Not smart enough to put a vicious killer behind bars.

You ever consider you might be wrong about Weber?

And me?

No.

Good night, Jack.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Hey, right on time.

Ordered beers, and the wings coming right up.

Good, because I am drinking to forget tonight.

You lost?

Yup. Murderer got off scot-free,

and the judge dismissed it with prejudice,

so I can't retry.

Great Jack Boyle strikes again.

My witness testified that she was in an open marriage

because monogamy is unnatural.

What's unnatural are yo-yos like Jack running around

in a perpetual state of adolescence.

You and Dad hated Jack the moment you met him.

I don't know why I never saw that.

Love, like justice, is blind.

And marriage is an eye-opener?

Don't go there, please.

I don't know what's worse-- your situation or mine.

My guy's looking at 15 years for mercy-killing his wife

who was gonna die in a month anyway.

Part of me wishes I'd never figured out it was him.

Well, I spoke to the D.A.

They're gonna plead down to criminally negligent homicide.

He won't do the max.

Well, that's something. Thank you.

Ms. Reagan?

I didn't mean to startle you.

I just saw you head this way after court.

Who is he? Who are you?

Uh...

I just wanted you to know that you were right.

He was very weak. I barely broke a sweat.

Enjoy your drinks.

He's the guy? Hey!

Danny.

Hey!

Danny.

Other people get to say about their kids,

"Oh, they grow up so fast."

We don't.

But today I'm gonna, because I want to.

Charles-- he did, he grew up so fast.

He was but nine when he announced

he didn't believe in Santa Claus anymore.

Now, we spent Christmas out at my dad's

in the Pennsylvania woods.

We had a tree and a fireplace,

so a chimney for Santa to come out of.

So that Christmas Eve,

I got a pair of my dad's boots-- big feet, my dad--

and I dipped them in the ashes

in the fireplace and made tracks going to the tree

with the presents and back to the fireplace,

like Santa tracked ash all over the floor.

(laughter)

Welcome.

Thank you.

Anyway, Charles--

he bought it lock, stock and barrel,

and we got a good two more years

of believing in Santa after that.

And that's what I'm thinking about tonight.

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