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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.
Mr. Chapman thinks you have real potential.
But it takes practice, honey-- dedication.
- I know. - Do you?
Because I don't hear you playing every day.
But I don't want to play every day.
Wait.
Mom, what is it?
Go back to the car.
Now.
Judging by temp and lividity,
I'd put time of death somewhere in the neighborhood
of 6:00 to 8:00 p.m.
Cause of death?
Pretty sure it wasn't a heart attack.
Let's see.
Hmm. Any defensive wounds?
No indications of bruising or abrasions on his hands.
Yeah, probably didn't see it coming.
Using a fire extinguisher as a weapon...
it feels kind of personal.
- Sure looks that way. - Yeah, thanks.
Witness didn't see anyone coming in or out;
neither did the attendant at the gate.
Cameras in this part of the garage are a bust--
water damage on the hard drive,
so I got a video canvas going around the perimeter.
Plenty of cash, credit cards.
Doesn't seem like a robbery to me.
The Honorable David Keating.
Looks like our DOA was a judge.
Not the verdict he was looking for.
I was at the neighbor's.
Uh, we have a book club.
Do you have any idea where your husband was coming from?
Courthouse? He gets home every night
at the same time--7:00.
Almost to the minute.
Mrs. Keating, do you know of anyone
who might want to hurt your husband?
Was he having any problems, professional, personal?
The past few months, David was distracted.
He was a good man, but he had his moods.
I asked him what was going on several times,
but that just seemed to aggravate him more.
When he was walking out the door this morning,
I...
Told him that, uh, I was tired of
walking on eggshells
and that he needed to adjust his attitude.
That's the last thing I said to him.
Do you know what was troubling him?
Uh...
It was probably his work.
He, um-- it was always in the middle
of someone else's crisis.
You know, divorce, custody, visitation rights.
It's a lot.
It's family court.
Everybody who walks in the door
is having the worst day of their life.
Yeah, we're gonna need a complete list
of his problem cases. - Way ahead of you.
First ten pages are the judge's pending cases.
The rest are people who threatened him.
Does any case or person stand out?
Not really.
But there's one thing that's not on the list.
Judge mentioned someone confronted him
on the courthouse steps the other day.
He seemed pretty rattled.
- When was this? - Day before yesterday.
He was on his way to the dentist.
The clerk said the judge left the building around 4:15.
Yeah, there. That's him.
It was more than a confrontation.
Okay, I can't see his face.
Do you have a camera with a better angle?
No, this is the best we have.
Okay.
Well, maybe she can help us.
Do you recognize her?
No.
But if she was doing business at the courthouse,
then she would have signed in or swiped a security pass.
She has quite the client roster.
Eli Manning, I used to curse this guy every week.
Now I'd give my left thumb to get him back.
Oh, this woman right here?
She's gotta be one of the best tennis players ever.
I didn't figure you for the Wimbledon set.
Why is that?
'Cause you're...
a cop.
Isn't she the one that had that breakdown a while back
and had to pull out of that big tournament?
Yeah, French Open.
- Morning. - Morning.
What can I do for you fellas?
We'd like to ask you a few questions about David Keating.
I'm still in shock.
We went to law school together.
I ran into him just the other day at the courthouse.
That's why we're here.
A man confronted him, shoved him.
He was scary--accused David of ruining his life.
Got physical. I started calling the police,
then he left.
Do you happen to know this guy's name?
Yeah, I saw it on the news.
Couldn't happen to a nicer guy.
It's not polite to speak ill of the dead.
Don't worry, I spoke ill of him
when he was alive too.
I take it you didn't like his ruling
on your child custody case?
He's a self-righteous prick.
- Mm. - Who the hell is he
to say I can only see my son every other weekend?
Decision could've had something to do
with your two arrests for domestic violence.
That was between me and my ex.
It had nothing to do with my kid.
Not sure about that. Violence is violence.
Where were you last night around 7:00?
Home.
- All night? - Mm.
Nuked some leftovers. Had a couple of beers.
Watched a Rangers game.
Can anyone verify that?
No. I was alone.
Thanks to Judge Keating.
Greg Wallace is lying his ass off.
Video from his apartment building has him leaving
at 5:23.
He doesn't get back until 10:08.
That's plenty of time for him to get
to Keating's garage and back.
And he's got one hell of a motive.
Lou! I got something.
Cell sites have Wallace's phone pinging a tower
a few blocks from Judge Keating's garage.
Where does Wallace live?
168--in the Bronx.
A long way from home.
Any reason for him to be hanging around
the Upper East Side?
No, nothing obvious anyway.
All right. We gotta move on this.
1PP is breathing down my neck,
and the mayor's office is calling me
every two hours, so...
- Yep. - Understood?
You lied, Greg.
You weren't home watching hockey
when Judge Keating was murdered.
Cell phone has you on the Upper East Side.
You live in the Bronx.
What, I'm not allowed to visit Manhattan?
Is there a new rule on the books I need to know about?
Yeah! It's called lying
to the police. - It's not new.
It's been around forever.
It's not what you think.
No, what I think is you found out where Keating lived,
learned his schedule, and went there to finish
what you started on the courthouse steps.
No, no, no...
I was with my son.
Okay, if my ex finds out I violated the visitation order,
she'll--she'll make it so I can never see him again.
Your ex lives in the Bronx.
Yeah, but she stays with her boyfriend on 75th Street
with my son.
So what did you and your son do?
Uh, we went to the movies, and then we got ice cream.
- You got receipts? - It's on my debit card.
You--you can check the statement.
Yeah, we will.
Listen, listen, I--
I admit
that I wanted to beat that judge's ass.
I did.
After that lady left, I even followed him
from the courthouse.
- You followed him? - Yeah.
- To where? - Some hotel.
Yeah, there were lots of people there.
Lots of security cameras.
So I took off.
Judge's wife said he was preoccupied.
Ah, nothing like a sidepiece to preoccupy someone--
also doubles the chance of you getting bludgeoned to death
in a parking garage.
Ma'am.
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