Goof: When they're looking at the laptop to find the real estate records, it's evident that they used PowerPoint to fake the computer interface. As the "Searching" message appears after the map is clicked, the little grey PowerPoint Slideshow watermark control marker that is clicked to advance the show's animation briefly appears in the bottom left corner of the screen.
Nitpick: Cashier's checks are basically the same as certified checks. As a matter of policy to guarantee payment, banks won't issue them payable to cash (and certainly never for the proceeds of a refinance) to prevent the type of fraud that is the centerpiece of this episode's plot.
(At a motion hearing to determine a defendant's capability to stand trial.)
Dr. Paul Jackson: The point is I'm trying to keep my father out of jail. He's 79 years old, and he obviously didn't know what he was doing when he killed that man.
Jack McCoy: Gee, I thought he was innocent until proven guilty.
Shambala Green: Objection!
Jack McCoy: Withdrawn. Answer my question, Dr. Jackson, how much money did you lose in the stock market last year?
Dr. Paul Jackson: About 180,000 dollars.
Jack McCoy: Makes you wonder who the incompetent one is in this family.
Shambala Green: Your Honor, objection!
Jack McCoy: Withdrawn.
Dr. Elizabeth Rodgers: No signs of struggle, no drugs, no alcohol...
Lennie Briscoe: Gee, Rodgers, I'm really glad you called us.
Ed Green: Look, man, you issued a cashier's check to a Mr. Andrew Hitchens for almost 400,000 dollars, we just wanna know why.
David Richards: Well, obviously, he must have an account with us.
Lennie Briscoe: And obviously, we'd like to know about it.
David Richards: You know there are bank privacy laws.
Lennie Briscoe: Did we get off the subway in Switzerland?
David Richards: Ha ha.
Lonnie Jackson (indignantly): This Hitchens, he robbed me - of me. He stole my soul!
A.D.A. Jack McCoy: It's a shame Mr. Jackson, no, it's despicable, hell it's unconscionable. Andrew Hitchen stole your name, your property and your life savings. He should be sitting across the table right now but unfortunately you took the law into your own hands and made that impossible.
Jackson's Attorney: Where are you Jack, some fairy-tale Heaven again?
A.D.A. Serena Southerlyn: It's all on Hitchen's computer.
Mr. Jackson: It's crazy, all your legal degrees and you still don't know what's what. No one stole anything from me. I mortgaged the property. Why? 'Cause I felt like it. Because of four decades of carrying other people's bags I wanted to get on a plane myself and travel the world. It's my money, I earned it.
Det. Ed Green: Is this your signature?
Zev Mishaan: I cannot lie.
Det. Ed Green: So what's this on the memo line?
Zev Mishaan: Ah, it is the language of Abraham and Isaac.
Det. Ed Green: I know what it is, I want to know what it means.
Zev Mishaan: This Hitchens, who I never met before mind you, he was looking for a buyer and I was kind enough to offer a helping hand.
Det. Lennie Briscoe: What did you buy from him Zev?
Zev Mishaan: What are you, meshugeneh? Does it look like I'm selling sporting goods? Diamonds...
Lennie Briscoe: Nothing missing, no sign of forced entry. Both the front and back doors take keys.
Ed Green: No witnesses, nobody heard anything, everybody was at work.
Lennie Briscoe: That's why I don't retire.
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