Law & Order: Criminal Intent (2001–2011): Season 1, Episode 15 - Semi-Professional - full transcript

Narrator: In New York
City's war on crime

the worst criminal offenders
are pursued by the detectives

of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

All I know is she must
have gotten my name

and she must have
talked about me to my PO.

No, I don't think
he knows anything.

Okay, okay, I get it.

I'm gonna take care
of everything for you.

Just don't worry.

Carver: The fillers for the lineup
were Hispanic men like the defendant,



they had mustaches like the
defendant, glasses like the defendant.

Man: They outweighed him
by about 50 pounds each.

Carver: Only because his
client went on a crash diet

after he committed his crime.
We chose fillers for the lineup

who matched
Mr. Villanueva's appearance

at the time he held up the
bodega, which is entirely proper.

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

I'll give you my
decision tomorrow.

How does this work for
my calendar, Ms. Trudeau?

9:00 am, Judge.

Good. 9:00 then.

And if you're late,
bring a toothbrush,

because I will hold
you in contempt.

Say hi to Cindy.



Bye. Okay.

Man: I've been in
the john half the night.

Got to be the onion rings.

Give me that flight
number again?

Yeah, I... I got it.

Look, if my plumbing
acts up again,

I'll call in.

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

Can we administratively
adjourn this?

Blakemore's never late.
Can we wait a minute?

- Is he in chambers?
- There's no answer.

He's got to be on his way down.

(beeping)

Ron, thanks for coming.

This is Jess
Litton, my attorney.

Ron Carver from the
District Attorney's office.

I don't know if Mrs. Lewin told
you, but we also called the police.

They should be here any minute.

Do you want to wait for them?

Uh, no. It's in here.

It's Emily Trudeau.
Judge Blakemore's clerk.

(theme music playing)

Carver: Blakemore
is in his study.

We can start
whenever you're ready.

You see something?

Is his investigative
style always so sociable?

Yeah, sure.

The killer wrapped
her head in the towel

before slamming it twice
into the corner of the counter.

- Minimize blood spatter?
- Maybe.

But it doesn't match
the other kitchen towels.

Eames: He brought it with him.

Yeah, and he left it behind.

But he took something
else with him.

The trash?

There's no liner bag.

But there's... smell.

Vomit.

He threw up in
there after killing her.

Why she was here is unimportant.

The point is, she
was going home.

Her diaphragm was
washed. It's still wet.

That's completely irrelevant
to the issue of who killed her.

At this point, Judge,
what's relevant isn't your call.

We do need you to
be candid, Your Honor.

Were we having an affair? Yes.

There's nothing
more to it than that.

- Eames: For how long... the affair?
- Long enough.

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

Eames: We are.

How often did your wife visit
your daughter out in Connecticut?

Every other weekend.

She always leaves on a Thursday?

- Yes.
- So why wasn't Ms. Trudeau
spending the night here?

Emily lives with her
mother, who has Parkinson's.

She's uncomfortable
leaving her alone all night.

Are we nearly finished here?

Eames: No.

Did your wife know about her?

Absolutely not.

I know what you're insinuating.
Nothing of the sort happened.

There's only one
explanation for this...

Emily was surprised
by a burglar.

A burglar? Did
you hear a burglar?

No, I didn't hear anything.

Didn't you walk her downstairs
when she was leaving?

No, I was in bed, asleep.

Well, that's a...

did you two have a fight?

No.

You let her find her
own way out in the dark?

You know, I find the tone of your
questions completely gratuitous.

I'm done here. You deal with
them. I've got to call my wife.

Just one last thing. What
did you have to eat last night?

This investigation
will be run by the book.

I don't care whose
ass needs kissing,

you tell Mrs. Lewin, I'm not putting
up with any crap from the DA's office.

I didn't suggest you should.

But Judge Blakemore
is a well-respected jurist,

contributes regularly
to legal journals

and is a candidate
for the Appellate Court.

And he was
banging his law clerk.

This is a press case.

Good cops lose their
pensions 'cause of press cases.

I don't plan on losing mine
because of Judge Blakemore.

I'll relay your
concerns to Mrs. Lewin.

Anything to this
burglary theory?

Eames: No forced entry, and
the only thing stolen was the trash.

The killer threw up
in the trash. We found

splatter on the floor.
It's being analyzed.

- The judge?
- Could be, but the attack
was planned and orderly.

The killer brought a towel with him
to wrap around Ms. Trudeau's head

when he brained her
against the counter.

- Professional.
- Yes... and no.

He could've covered her face
to keep her from looking at him,

to increase his
own comfort level.

And the fact that he vomited

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

A semi-professional hit man?

As a matter of fact, yes.

There's a profile
in the literature.

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

They hold regular jobs. They're
less impulsive than amateurs,

but they score
high on psychopathy

with a history
of prior violence.

Street fights, barroom
brawls, domestic violence.

Someone a jealous wife might hire in a
pinch to whack her husband's mistress.

- (knocking)
- Come in.

Carver: I've met
Diane Blakemore.

She's strictly Colony Club.

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

These are Emily Trudeau's cell phone
records for the last couple of months.

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

maybe one after-hours phone call

every few days, if that.

But during the last week, she
was calling Blakemore at home

three or four times a night.

Woman: I don't know what
those calls would've been about.

Did she talk about her
relationship with the judge?

She knew I didn't approve,

but she was in love with him

ever since she started
working for him 10 years ago.

A long time to be
somebody's mistress.

Woman: She took
it all on his terms.

Is this Emily's?

Yes.

- May I?
- Please.

Eames: Could she have
wanted more from the relationship,

maybe issued an ultimatum?

She knew he would
never leave his wife.

Emily knew that.

Summa cum laude at NYU.

And "Law Review."

She was an editor.

Clerking for Blakemore was just
supposed to be a stepping stone.

She wrote very well.

She was so bright.

Emily has a docking
station for a laptop,

but I don't see it.

She took it to work every day.

It wasn't at her office.

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

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

- This'll be done in no time.
- It's your daughter's baby shower.

- What's so important you got
to pick it up this minute?
- I can't tell you.

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

So I can't tell you. But
it's all good, you'll see.

It's all on here.

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

Sell it for parts.

- Just make sure
that it can't be traced.
- Yeah, okay.

I'm burning copies of the new
Jackie Chan movie, you want one?

No. Dawn and me, we
like romantic movies.

Thanks.

Harland finished his
search of Trudeau's office.

No computer. Lab results
of the puke sample...

No DNA, no blood type. But they
found traces of tuna salad on rye.

Emily Trudeau's greatest hits?

"Free Speech and
the Fair Use Doctrine:

The First Amendment
and Encryption Software."

Stop it, you're making me hot.

Maybe Emily Trudeau's
"Law Review" articles

are exactly what
got Blakemore hot.

Can you call Carver,

see if he can get us
in to see Blakemore?

Where are you going?

The law library.

Blakemore: I hope
you can appreciate

I had to re-calendar two
suppression hearings for this.

We appreciate it
a lot, Your Honor.

A few questions came up when we
were looking into your background.

You checked his background?

To assess any
threats against him.

Threats?

This was a botched
burglary, wasn't it?

No.

We heard you're up for a
seat on the Appellate Court.

That's right.

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

as a jurist and a legal scholar.

Yes. I suppose it is.
What is your question?

You went to Yale?

Yale and Columbia. I
graduated from both.

- You were "Law Review"?
- No.

Or that other award that they
give to the top 10% of the class?

- Order of the Coif?
- No.

That's because you
had a 2.0 average.

- What do they call that?
- I don't know.

Gentlemen's C's, isn't that it?

If you came here to
denigrate my client's record...

Goren: We like his record.

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

All the articles that you've
published over these last few years...

like this one.

"Intellectual Property Rights
in the New Millennium."

What about it?

"Conflicts between First
Amendment rights and

intellectual property
rights have traditionally

been resolved in favor of the
expansion of intellectual property rights."

It's clear, concise.

Did Junger v. Daley really
hold that the First Amendment

doesn't protect software?

Yes, it did. I don't
see what this...

Wait. No.

Daley's a landmark
case precisely because

it held the First Amendment
does protect software.

You read one article and
you think you're an expert.

I've been researching
this field for years.

Eames: 10 years.

Ever since Emily Trudeau
went to work for you.

Emily Trudeau graduated
summa cum laude,

Order of the Coif, "Law Review."

What the hell are
you insinuating?

"Conflicts between First Amendment
rights and intellectual property rights

have traditionally been
resolved in favor of..."

Well, you know the rest.

It's from "Free Speech
and the Fair Use Doctrine,"

written by Emily Trudeau.

Two years before
she became your clerk.

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

It's ridiculous,
it's defamatory!

It's goodbye to the Appellate
Court if anybody finds out.

What did Emily do, Judge,

threaten to go public?

- Don't answer that.
- No!

Unless you, what,

left your wife,

gave her money?

The proof was on her computer, which
is why you waited to call the police...

So you could get rid of it.

- Computer? She had her computer with her!
- No, not with her.

Not in her office,
not in her home.

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

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

First you call him a plagiarist,

then a murderer.

Now you've changed your mind.

This is no way to treat a
Justice of the New York Court.

He still is a plagiarist, except
somebody else killed Emily Trudeau...

Killed her for her computer.

The evidence she was ghost-writing
his articles was on that computer.

If somebody wants to
destroy Blakemore's rep,

ruin his chances with
the Appellate Court...

Question is... who wanted
Blakemore disqualified?

We could always ask whoever
chooses Appellate Court judges.

This I'll handle.

I'll talk to the bipartisan
nominating committee

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

You want to know
how it really works,

I got just the guy for you.

His first job, it was bellhop at
the Biltmore, wasn't it, Jimmy?

My mom marched me down to
Democratic Headquarters herself.

Said I was a "hooligan
in the making"

and if anybody could set
me straight it was Mac McNeil.

I need to get home.

Fill them in, Mac.

So what can I tell you about the
Honorable "Dutch" Blakemore?

Let's start with people who'd want
to keep him off the Appellate Court.

- Like?
- He might be the swing vote
on an important case.

Or he rubs a special
interest group the wrong way.

Everybody loves Dutch Blakemore.

He didn't strike
us as very lovable.

When you've raised $10 million for the
party's candidates in the last election,

people will overlook
your shortcomings.

So that's what counts here,

fundraising for the right party.

Where did you think Appellate
Court judges came from?

Any other judges in the running?

Four...

Rasmussen, Fuller,
Sabatelli and Zimmer.

But Dutch is the front
runner by a long mile.

Because everybody loves Dutch.

Ask the Bar Association.

They hold public
hearings on the candidates.

We looked at Judge
Blakemore's record pretty closely

and I don't recall that he ever took
a stand on any controversial issue.

What about pending appeals he
might be facing on the Appellate Court...

Organized crime
cases, drug cases?

Nothing of any consequence.

Anything come up in the public
hearings? Maybe a personal gripe?

I don't recall. Can you check?

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

Co-op neighbors who don't think
the nominee pays his dues on time.

Here, there was one
name on the witness list.

- But she was a no-show.
- Her name?

Duval. Marie Duval.

Doesn't say what
her complaint was.

In hindsight, maybe I
was wrong to back out.

But I'm up for
partner next year.

Why should I be
the next Anita Hill?

Blakemore sexually harassed you?

I was his clerk
back in the '80s.

During a sexual battery case,

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

Was it ever anything
more than talk?

He never laid a hand on me.

On anyone else,
I can't vouch for.

He harassed other women?

Guys like him can't
help themselves.

Do you know who these women are?

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

He said he was a
concerned citizen.

It was probably some
girl's boyfriend or brother.

He said that Blakemore
was a fraud, a womanizer,

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

Did this citizen
identify himself?

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

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

It was a car service.
"Smooth Ride."

Yeah, I remember
getting that call.

All the incoming
calls get routed to me.

I told that lady I got 102 drivers,
42 cars, each one with a cell phone.

I got no way of
knowing who called her.

That's what she
said you told her.

- Same thing I told the other lady.
- What other lady?

Another lawyer. She comes
down here a week later.

She says she's getting crank
calls from one of our numbers.

She said if I didn't help her, her
boss is going to put me in contempt.

- Her boss was a judge?
- That's what she said.

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

I had to pull the logs on every phone
till I found one with her number on it.

You still have those records?

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

Goren: Who had this phone?

This day? That's just it.

Four different drivers
could've used it.

Three calls to Emily's
number at the courthouse.

This number here, right
after the second call,

to the 248 exchange?
That's the probation office.

Arnie: You said to shut
her up. She knew my name.

How else am I
supposed to shut her up?

What the hell were you
thinking going to his house?

That was a good
thing. It was good.

What was the good
thing about it, Arnie?

For God's sake, sometimes I
think you're dumber than you look.

You didn't see
what I got for you.

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

This is pretty good, huh?

See, I anticipated
what you wanted.

I always anticipate.

You want me to
get you some water?

Eames: This one's a cream puff.

Two shoplifting beefs, and
one for passing bad checks.

This one's got three
assaults. Arnie Cox.

Was fired from his last two
jobs for violent outbursts.

A history of violence.

Sounds like a
distinguishing feature

of the semi-professional
hit man.

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

- You need to close ranks.
- What're you talking about?

He's setting up a Seven
Stars offense, right?

- What're you, an expert?
- I'm a cop.

So's she.

And you're under arrest.

Your move.

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

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

And if I thought I needed him...

I know you folks are
just doing your job.

And anybody that likes
Chinese chess can't be all bad.

- Where'd you learn, anyways?
- China.

Yeah? Me too.

No, I'm just pulling your leg.

Anyways, I never made
any calls to Emily Trudeau.

But you heard about her murder?

Who didn't?

- You were working that night.
- Now you see? I got an alibi.

Eames: That's
a little optimistic.

There was plenty of time to do the
murder in between your runs to JFK.

I had the trots, from
eating too much grease.

Goren: Speaking of,

what would you say if I
told you we found DNA

in some vomit on
the crime scene?

I'd say that's a
good one, Bobby.

You had DNA, I wouldn't be here.

I'd be sitting in
some doctor's office

with a court-ordered
needle in my vein.

That's a good one, Arnie.

You've got quite a career.

Arnie: Turned over a new leaf.

A judge cut you a break.

Judge Sabatelli.

Isn't he the guy who writes
novels in his spare time?

I don't know.

I just got lucky.

I could've been in
front of Judge Susser.

That guy's got a
broomstick up his ass.

Something just occurred to me.

Sabatelli's up for
the Appellate Court.

Oh, yeah?

You didn't know?

Why would I?

Your favorite judge.

You know what, Bobby?

I'm done talking today.

- Raoul Sabatelli?
- That's where it's going.

Or where you're taking it.

Every time Sabatelli's
name came up,

Arnie's pulse went up 20 clicks.

Right along with mine. Look,

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

- Golden Gloves, right?
- Forget about Sabatelli
for a second,

worry about this mutt.

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

Get a search warrant.

You care who we ask?

Sabatelli: You're a little
light on probable cause here.

You were a Golden
Gloves Champ in '59?

Why? You want
to go a few rounds?

(chuckles)

The phone calls... There's
no certainty he made them.

Isn't that why they call it
probable cause, Your Honor?

Don't get smart with me.

Goren: You knew this defendant?

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

You think murder's
out of his reach?

My years on the bench have taught
me that anybody is capable of anything.

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

My first book, "The
Serpent's Tooth."

Look at this. Is this
a French edition?

My books have been translated
into nine different languages.

That's the latest.

"La Ville Sanglante."
"Bloody City."

This is very cool.

This one I haven't seen before.

"West Side Danny."

That's out of print.

I'd love to read it.

Could... could I
buy it from you?

(laughs) Just go
ahead. It's on me.

Goren: Thank you.

Eames: Your Honor,
the search warrant?

Oh.

Yeah, okay, what the hell.

You want to go
fishing, be my guest.

Since you're signing
things, do you mind?

We don't have any
computers here.

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

They won't break
anything, will they?

- They know not to.
- It's Judge Sabatelli.

- That belongs to my husband.
- Why do you have it?

He think very
highly of the judge.

He's from very humble
circumstances, like Arnie.

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

It's from the newspaper.

One of the papers did an article
on the judge. Arnie clipped it out.

- This is from a newspaper, too.
- That was two years ago.

The judge hired Arnie to drive
him to some fancy political thing.

- Eames: The judge throw
a lot of work his way?
- Woman: On occasion.

So Arnie has all of
Sabatelli's novels.

Looks like he's read
them a few times.

Woman: They came like that.

He bought them
at the flea market.

Arnie's locker at the
limo company was clean.

No computer, nothing to
connect him to the murder.

You underline the dirty parts?

The sex is pretty robust.

It's Jimmy Breslin
meets Daphne DuMaurier.

"Judge Wakefield was the
worst kind of American aristocrat,

the kind who was born on third
base and thought he hit a triple."

Wakefield's one of his
recurring characters.

"Wakefield majored in drinking at Yale
and whored his way through Columbia.

That and marrying the granddaughter
of a New York Supreme Court Justice

was the sum total of
his legal education."

"Wakefield sat in silence, to all
appearances in deep meditation

on the grave Constitutional
issue before him.

But Wakefield wasn't
meditating on anything.

He didn't have an
opinion on the matter.

So he did what he usually
did when he had no opinion.

He borrowed one."

Wakefield is Blakemore.

Goren: In the first edition
of Sabatelli's second book,

Wakefield's wife
was named Diane,

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

But the name was changed
in subsequent editions.

Yeah, that was a
creative decision.

Inspired by the
threat of a lawsuit?

Raoul was not happy.

In the right light, you can see
where we plastered over the hole

he made with his fist.

What's his beef with Blakemore?

We know they both
went to Columbia.

Ah, yes. Raoul
went on scholarship.

Blakemore went
on his father's dime.

Raoul got the straight A's,

but Blakemore got the
invitations to the faculty club.

- Sabatelli: Ron.
- Yes, Judge.

You need to be straight with me.

Where are they going with this?

- Where is who going with what?
- The Blakemore case.

- The detectives
are investigating me.
- I wasn't aware.

You point the finger
at Blakemore and

everyone says, "Not
him. It couldn't be him."

Point the finger at
Sabatelli and they say,

"What do you expect from
some punk from the streets?"

- Nobody is saying...
- If they point the finger at you, Ron,

what would they say? You
know exactly what they'd say.

Carver: Sabatelli
hates Blakemore.

He hates Zimmer,
he hates Rasmussen,

he hates Lewin, he hates McCoy.

He hates everybody equally.

He doesn't seem to hate you.

We served on
committees together.

I admire him as a maverick, a man
who lifted himself up from the streets.

- He doesn't see me as a threat.
- That's how he sees Blakemore!

He's paranoid, pathological.

Is that police code
for "hot-blooded"?

Well, don't put words in my
mouth, or some kind of attitude.

If he's involved, why on earth would
he sign a search warrant for Mr. Cox?

- Goren: He knew we
wouldn't find anything.
- That's paranoid.

We could throw Sabatelli another
hot potato, see how he handles it.

Arnie Cox made harassing
calls to Emily Trudeau.

You charge him with
violating his probation.

Since he was
Sabatelli's defendant,

it'll end up in Sabatelli's lap.

If Sabatelli revokes
his probation,

Arnie goes back
to prison for 5-to-10.

If you're right about Sabatelli,

he won't want to
alienate Mr. Cox.

And if you're right about him, then he
won't have a problem locking him up.

Very slick, Detective.

It's a damn trap, Henry.

It's only a trap if
Arnie Cox can hurt you.

Be straight with me, Raoul.

As your attorney I need to know.

I don't like surprises.

He's a nothing little mouse.
But you see what's happening?

- They're all closing ranks
around Blakemore.
- Raoul.

The fact that I'm
even a suspect...

You have any idea what
that does to my chances

for the Appellate Court, Henry?

I am this close, and
they can't stand it!

- Well, you're right about that.
- Because I don't fill their coffers,

I don't kiss ass.

I've just worked
hard my whole life!

Raoul, if Arnie Cox
really can't hurt you,

all you'd be doing is locking up a
defendant on a probation violation.

No big deal.

Right, Raoul?

Carver: The defendant placed
harassing phone calls to Ms. Trudeau

only days before her murder.

They can't prove the calls were
harassing without a complaining witness.

Carver: She's dead,
which is exactly our point.

There's no other
explanation for the calls.

All right.

Mr. Gruber, I have
bent over backward

to give your client second,
third and fourth chances.

But it seems he took advantage
of my generous nature.

I'm finding him in
violation of his probation

and remanding him to the custody
of the Department of Corrections

to serve out the
balance of his sentence.

Come.

Case closed.

It ain't like he
had much choice.

After everything
you've done for him,

he's supposed to
take care of you.

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

You know, think things over.

Sabatelli gave me this.

See? He signed it.

Your copies are all secondhand.
Not one of them is signed.

Yeah, so what?

Have you read his latest book?

I haven't gotten to it yet.

You should, you're in it.

"Donnie was a small-time crook
who embellished his criminal past

and bragged about
being a big-time robber."

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

"Donnie was like one
of those silly little terriers,

always in tune to
his master's moods,

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

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

"As a kid, Donnie
was a bed-wetter,

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

until Child Welfare sent him to
live with his alcoholic grandmother.

The night of his first
arrest, he pissed himself.

He was 17."

None of that stuff
matters, baby.

You're my guy and I love you.

- Your family loves you.
- I can't just flip on him.

- I can't.
- I know it's hard for you.

You never turned on anybody.

But this time it's different.

It's him or you.

I can't. I only did what
he wanted me to do.

For once can't
you do what I want?

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

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

He said Sabatelli told
him to do what he had to

to get proof of
Blakemore's plagiarism.

When Emily Trudeau found
out Arnie was calling her,

Sabatelli got worried
the trail would lead to him,

so he told Arnie to shut her up.

Arnie had the bright idea of killing her
in Blakemore's house to embarrass him.

Getting the computer
was a bonus.

What happened to the computer?

Arnie made a copy of the
computer disk and gave it to Sabatelli.

- He made a copy for himself
as insurance.
- What's on it?

Drafts of articles she was
ghost-writing for Blakemore,

e-mails discussing the articles.

I can't believe
Sabatelli would do this.

Of all the foolish, arrogant...

Granting this is all true,

he's only liable for conspiracy.

I can't convict him
solely on the testimony

of his co-conspirators.
I need corroboration.

If Sabatelli still had a copy of
the disk, and if we could find it?

That would do it.
But at this point,

what are the
chances he still has it?

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

What are you
suggesting, a pop quiz?

Or an opportunity
that he can't resist.

I've been rethinking
our case, Counselor.

We were right the first time.

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

and destroy the
contents on her computer,

it's Judge Blakemore.

You want to arrest Blakemore?

Well...

arrest would... Would
be an understatement.

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

So it appears. I told you
your concerns were premature.

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

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

Lewin wants
everything by the book.

I'm thinking of having someone
from the Judicial Committee of the Bar

observe the interrogation.

I serve on that committee.

Really?

This is asinine. Emily never said
anything to me about this Arnie Cox.

She told you about
the phone calls she got.

Yes, but... Judge.

- Look at him.
- Eames: Emily was a liability.

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

- You have?
- When I was a kid.

In my neighborhood, getting
pinched was part of puberty.

- This is crazy!
- You're not denying she was

writing those articles
for you, are you?

- She was not.
- He's lying.

He's never had an
original thought in his life.

We found drafts of articles in
her home, correspondence...

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

"I'm almost finished
with the final draft,

and I'm pretty sure the 'Georgetown
Law Review' will be interested in it.

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

That could mean anything.

It means you'd be out of the
running for the Appellate Court.

You were worried those
other guys would get the job...

Rasmussen, Fuller or Sabatelli.

Sabatelli? He's a thug.

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

Eames: What about
the e-mail, Judge?

We found that article in the
"Georgetown Law Review,"

published last spring
under your name.

You mean, "The
Constitutionalization of the Internet"?

Detective, I know what I wrote.

You'll never get him
this way. He's not an idiot.

Use the actual
articles against him.

Eames: You were worried
your secret was out.

Blakemore: Oh,
please. This is crazy!

Judge Sabatelli thinks
we should test Blakemore

on the contents of the articles.

Take it from a writer...

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

He might have
written some of them.

That'll be the day.

Ask him about the one
of software encryption.

"Intellectual Property and
the Shifting Paradigm"?

Yeah. Yeah, that's the one. He
didn't write that. I know he didn't.

It's almost two years old.

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

- It won't convince a jury.
- Then use something recent.

The last "Law Review"
we have is six months old.

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

I don't have dates on those.

Try "The Role of the
Judicial Review in the...

In the Digital Copyright Act."

That's very recent.

Some of these don't have titles.

It starts,

"Traditionally, the oversight
role of the judiciary in the area..."

"in the area of the Constitutional
limits of database protection"?

Yes, that's it. You found it.

Yes, it's right here.

How do you know
this article so well?

Because I read it.

Goren: Where?

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

Emily Trudeau
was still polishing it.

Well, if you found
drafts of the article...

I'm sure there were
other copies circulating.

I probably read one of those.

Well... no.

There are no copies.

We found this the
same place you did,

on a disk from her computer.

Carver: A disk
Arnie Cox gave us.

Identical to the
one he gave you.

N-no.

No, that is not right!

Mr. Cox told us everything.

What does he
know? It's Blakemore!

You don't really believe that.

Yes, yes, he killed her
with his own bare hands!

You know he's not capable of it.

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

"Of all the crimes that
paraded through his courtroom...

the one Wakefield never
understood was murder.

Murder required passion, guts...

And in his heart,

Wakefield knew he had neither."

But you, on the other hand...

you have plenty of both.

You sons of bitches!

He put you up to this.

You trapped me.

And I thought I
could trust you, Ron!

I thought I could
trust you, Judge.

Carver: Raoul Sabatelli,

you're under arrest for
conspiracy to commit murder.

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

No, don't let it get to you.

- Should we break the news to him?
- Let him sweat a little more.

Sabatelli and Blakemore...

violated the first rule
you learn in law school.

Never commit anything to paper.

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