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[Man Narrating]
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.

Laurie, I need more cash.

Hey, where's my free egg roll?
No egg roll.

It says over $25, you're
supposed to get a free egg roll.
No egg roll.

I told them not to put it in.
Fried dumplings and orange chicken...
You don't need any more grease.

Here you go. Keep the change.
But I like the egg rolls.

Stop being a baby.
Come on.

[ TV, Indistinct]

Oh, my God.

Leah Glaser, 78.
She took a nasty tumble.

Well, what makes it not an accident?

Security chain's ripped off the door jamb.
Well, that would do it.

Looks like a push-in, but the TV's
still here and so is her purse.

And we're checking on her next of kin.

Brody, what do you got?

Lacerated forehead,
massive head trauma.

You can tell from the fling.

She fell back, hit her head,
fractured her skull.

So, she opens the door with the
chain on, somebody kicks it in, and...

boom.
Yeah, right between the eyes.
Time of death?

An hour before the body was found.

Hey, make sure that C.S.U.
gets any lifts to Latent.

After she fractured her skull,
she was still alive.

[Green] How do you know that?
Petechial hemorrhages.

Smothered her.
With his hand, so hard...

her dentures lacerated her gums.

Vicious son of a bitch.
Hey, Ed

She paid for these groceries at 3:33 p.m.

There's a quart of milk in here...

and a pint of half-melted ice cream.

Well, obviously she didn't have
time to put them away.

So, the guy figured her
for an easy mark, followed her
home from the store.

You know, that's a lot
of groceries for an old lady
to carry home by herself.

Maybe she had them delivered.

Well, whoever it was,
I wonder what he took.

The only thing that mattered.

Mrs. Glaser's daughter is flying in
from Israel to I.D. the body.

We're hoping that maybe
she could shed some light.

Good news, bad news. Latent's pulled
a full set of prints off the door jamb.

He must have grabbed it with both
hands when he kicked the door in.

Prints didn't set off any bells with B.C.I.?

That's the bad news.
They're not in the system.

The M.E. on the scene
said that she'd been dead
about an hour, give or take.

According to the store,
her groceries were delivered
around 4:00 p.m.

The delivery guy's a West African
immigrant. No record.

And the body was discovered?
6:00, by another delivery man,
Chinese take-out.

Nice thing about New York...
You never have to leave your apartment.

So she was killed around 5:00?

Yeah, we figure maybe the guy
scoped her out at the store,
then followed her groceries home.

Or maybe the guy who delivered
the groceries saw something
that he liked...

and decided to go back for it.
We'll talk to him first.

Well, I'll call Robbery and see
if there have been any other
push-ins in the neighborhood.

Every Wednesday.
Yesterday too?

No, not yesterday.
You didn't deliver her groceries yesterday?

She meet her friend,
Miss Lu, at the store.

Miss Lu?
Chinese young lady.

She take the groceries.
They walk home together.

How do you know Miss Lu?
Same building, down the hall.

I deliver her groceries too sometimes.

[Woman] I got to know Leah when
she broke her hip last summer.

She was laid up
at St. Andrew's for a month.

I went to see her every day.

We'd talk about sewing.
She used to be a seamstress.

She offered to make me a cup of tea.

Maybe if I'd stayed...
No, it wasn't your fault.

Did you notice anybody in the store...

that might have followed the two of you home?
I don't think so, no.

How about as you came in the building?
Anybody catch your eye?

I rode up with her, helped her
get her groceries inside,
and went home.

What time was that?
Around 4:00.

You know, on the way home,
we stopped at the A.T.M. across the street
so Leah could get some cash.

We found her, all she had
was a few bucks in her purse.

She didn't have a purse.
I remember she took
her bank card out of her pocket.

[Green] How much did she withdraw?
A hundred dollars, maybe.

Elderly woman with a wad of cash?

Let's call the lieutenant.
Let's get a list of those
push-in robbery victims.

Thank you, sweetheart.

Yeah, well, it happened
just inside here.

I had a bag full of groceries,
cat food and stuff like that.

I put the bag down, take out my key,

put it in the lock here, open the door,

and bam!

There I am, kissing the floor!

Then the bastard had a gun
to the back of my head,

told me if I turned around,
he'd shoot me.

Now, you told the police
that the guy that robbed you
was Latino?

Yeah, yeah. He was Spanish.
Can you give us anything else?

Uh, height, weight, color, age?

Yeah, 40, maybe.

Uh, light-skinned.

I was too scared to look him
square in the face, you know?

Do you take photographs, Mr. Wallace?
Stargaze, up on the roof.

It was a beauty of a telescope.

Punk went right for it.

Ten or 15 years ago,
I would have taken him out,
you know?

No fun getting old, huh?
Beats the alternative.

Of course, when I'm
lugging these old bones
over to St. Andrew's,

I'm not too sure
I'm beating it by much.

- St. Andrew's?
- Yeah. That's where I get my dialysis.

Same hospital where Leah Glaser
had her hip surgery.

Of the 12 names on this list,
five were our patients.

And their home addresses
are in your records, right?
Strictly confidential.

And access to computers and patient
records is tightly controlled.

Yeah, but you've got all kinds
of folks coming in and out
of patients' rooms, right?

Nurses, orderlies, visitors.

Somebody takes a look
in a purse, peeks into a wallet...

You're talking about
two stroke victims,

a kidney patient, a cardiac patient,
and a woman who had hip surgery.

That's four separate floors,
two different wings.

And only the broken hip
spent any real time here.
Well, what about the other ones?

Hospital policy: As soon
as they're ambulatory,
we send them home.

- Man, that's cold.
- “Managed care."

Emphasis on “managed.“

We have excellent
follow-up therapy.

Every patient gets
a qualified caregiver and a thorough
home therapy regimen.

You got a list of these
qualified caregivers?

We contract all that
to a private agency.

All of our employees
are screened and fingerprinted

Okay, we're gonna need
their records and the names...

of whoever took care
of these five patients.

Leah Glaser. Broken hip.
Sweet old lady.

Pauline Morris.
Pauline's a doll.

Been with us seven years.
Never had any complaints.
Patients love her.

Okay. How about the other four?

Well, that's a coincidence.

Pauline was the caregiver for all five.

Some coincidence.

What's this about?
Your work with the elderly.

Yes?
You know a Leah Glaser?

One of my patients.

You like astronomy, Ms. Morris?
That's my son's.

The mount's still attached.
Where's the tripod?

We got it secondhand.
Yeah, I think the term
these days is “pre-owned."

I'm sorry...
This is a pretty good scam.

You help out the elderly, and then
you help yourself to their things.
What?

The telescope.
We're betting it belonged
to a Stan Wallace.

You think I stole that from him?
In the last six months,
you've had nine patients.

Five of them have been robbed at gunpoint.
How's it work?

You identify the mark and then
when you're gone, somebody comes in
and terrorizes these old folks?

I swear, I don't know what
you're talking about.

How did Mr. Wallace's telescope
end up in your apartment?

That's not Mr. Wallace's!

It was a gift for my son's
graduation from my fiancé.

- He bought it at a flea market.
- Oh, yeah? What's your fiancé's name?

Joe Vasquez.
And he works in the health care business too?

He drives for an ambulette service.

Yeah, what, picks them up
at home, takes them
to the doctor, like that?

Yes.

You don't think Joe...
Actually, we do.

Where can we find Joe now?

Working.

He told me this was
his grandmother's.

Yeah, it was somebody's
grandmother's.

You casing new prospects, Joe?
Say again?

She ain't got no doorman.
Nice old lady needs a hand.
just like your other jobs.

Don't know what you're
talking about. I have one job.
You're looking at it. Okay?

Well, we'd love to take your word
for it, Joe, but one of your references
checked out permanently.

What are you doing, man?
You an astronomy buff, Joe?

What?
That telescope you gave your fiancée?

We know where you got it,
and it wasn't at a flea market.

You've heard of the seven rings of Saturn?

These are the two rings of Rikers.

I ain't robbed nobody, okay?
We got an eyewitness who
picked you out of a six-pack, Joe.

One of your victims.
Eyewitness to what? I ain't done nothing.

We got people searching
your place as we speak.

And what do you think
they're gonna find, huh?
All right, look.

Maybe I buy and sell some stuff
sometimes, you know,
off the books, okay?

Oh, so you're just a fence, right?
Not an armed robber
who preys on old people.

Look, I take stuff
on consignment, you know?

I ain't no armed robber.

What are we gonna find
in your place, Joe? Something
belonging to a dead woman?

Dead woman? No way.
Uh-uh. No way, man.

You fractured an old lady's skull
and smothered her
during a robbery.

- We call that felony murder.
- I told you. I don't know nothing
about no dead lady!

You don't know this woman?

Never seen her.
Don't know her.

Uh-uh. Take another look.
Come on, man.

Don't you think I'd remember?

Do you remember where you were
Wednesday afternoon?

Wednesday? Wednesday...

Yeah. Um-- Yeah, I dropped a guy off
at the clinic for an overnight.

On the way back to the garage,
I got stuck on the F.D.R., jammed
in traffic for an hour and a half.

No way in, no way out.
And no way for anybody to vouch for you.

Talk to Dougie.
He's my dispatcher, okay?

We spent the whole time
jawin' on the radio.

I told him the next time
the damn president's in town,
I'm taking the day off.

You guys want to know
about Vasquez, right?

He's on 7:00 to 3:00,
weekdays.

He said you two were burning up
the radio this last Wednesday.

The president came in
to talk to the U.N. that day.

Major meltdown.
Vasquez was in the middle of it,
goin' out of his mind.

That's what he told you,
but you don't know that for a fact.

Hey, I believed him,
because he kept calling me
to bitch about it.

So whatever you think he did, he would
have had to do it with one hand on his
radio, because he never shut the hell up.

Did Vasquez ever drive
an old lady named Leah Glaser?

Name rings a bell.

Uh...

Uh, not Vasquez.
Johnny Kagan. Monday.

Drove her downtown,
Federal Plaza. Why are you
interested in these guys?

Vasquez and Kagan...
What do you know about them?

Friends of my cousin.
Uh, came in a couple of years ago...

looking to turn over
a new lease on life.

Came here from where?
California.

The two of them just finished
a nickel jolt out in Lompoc.

"Nickel jolt." You sound like
an old yardbird yourself.

Everybody deserves
a second chance, Detective.

- What were they in for?
- Why don't you pull their sheets?

Why don't you tell us
before we pull yours?

[Sighs] I don't know.

Armed robbery, maybe.

Joe did some thing he shouldn't
have, that's his business.

Yeah, we figure you and Vasquez
are in business together,
tag-teaming senior citizens.

I'm straight these days, Detective.
Keep my nose to the grindstone.

Your dispatcher said
that you picked up a client
named Leah Glaser Monday.

If that's what he says.
Yeah, well, she's dead.
Somebody killed her.

Now do we have your attention?
Man, I didn't have nothing to do with that.

Where did you take her?
Dropped her off downtown
at Federal Plaza.

How'd she get home?
Said she'd take a cab.

Federal Plaza? You see
what building she went in?
No.

No idea. And she didn't tell me
where she was going, okay?

Can I get back to work now?
Yeah, go ahead. Get lost.

Man, she could have gone anywhere...
courts, government offices.

You ready to work off that lunch?
We didn't have lunch.

Exactly.
I'm gonna call Lieu, tell her
we're gonna be a while.

My mother was a survivor.

I don't mean in the casual way...

people say “I'm a survivor”...

after they get a divorce.

I mean literally
She was in a camp.

In Poland.

That she should
come through all that...

and then die in some stupid holdup...

Mrs. Meisner, have you been able
to go through your mother's things?

Was there anything missing?

A locket. A silver locket.

It had a picture
of her mother and father...

my grandparents.

She never...

She never took it off.

It's the only thing she had
from her life before the war.

God knows how she managed
to hang onto it.

I'm sorry. She wasn't wearing any
other jewelry when she was found.

I wanted to pass that along
to my daughter.

Something to remember
her nana by.

If we find it...

Now, your mother had
an appointment downtown...

near the courthouses
a couple of days before she died.

Do you know why she might
have been down there?

Any legal business
she might have had?

A will, maybe. I don't know.

Maybe she was getting her
passport renewed,

planning to visit you in Israel?

The last time I spoke to her,
she mentioned...

she was going to Immigration again.

Is that downtown?
Immigration... You know why?

This was about
her Shoah testimony, I think.

“Shoah testimony"?
The Shoah Project.

It's a videotaped oral history
of the Holocaust...

to record the truth
before all the witnesses are dead...

and the whole world forgets
what happened.

Leah Glaser...
She was here last Monday.

What was she doing here?
It doesn't say.

It's gotta be in there somewhere.
I'm looking.

[Sighs] Some D.O.J. bigwig pulled her file.
Department of justice?

Someone in Criminal Division.
When they pull a file,

it usually has something to do
with Homeland Security.

Her name was Leah Glaser.
She was 78 years old.

Does that sound like
a security risk to you?
Don't ask me.

Ask Criminal. Sixth floor.

Our records show she met
with Dennis Mendenhall.

Okay we 're gonna need
to talk to him.

Dennis doesn't work
out of this office. He's with O.S.I.

D.O.J., O.S.I...
Government alphabet soup.

Office of Special Investigations.
Was Leah Glaser being investigated?

Sorry. I'm not authorized
to talk about that.

Look, we're not asking
because we're nosy.
Ms. Glaser was murdered.

Oh, my God.

- I wonder...
- You wonder what?

She was a witness
in a deportation proceeding.

If it was a deportation proceeding,
why wouldn't Immigration handle it?

Because O.S.I. handles all cases
relating to war crimes.

- But she wasn't being investigated?
- No, she wasn't.

She was testifying against
a camp guard, an S.S. officer.

A Nazi.

Stefan Anders, German national,

immigrated here in 1948.

And you think he's a Nazi?

I've spent the last seven years
de-naturalizing him, stripping
him of his citizenship.

Next step, deportation.
So why are you giving up now?

Lt. Van Buren, have you ever
had trouble finding credible
eyewitnesses to your cases?

Of course we do.
Try finding one to something
that happened 60 years ago.

Anders was a guard
in a place called Bobrek,

a, uh, satellite camp of Auschwitz,

which manufactured
airplane and submarine parts.

Leah Glaser was a slave laborer there.

Anders was the S.S. officer in charge.

Leah Glaser identified him
from this photo...

his Waffen S.S. file.

After the Soviet Union opened
their archives in the early '90s,

they turned it over to us.
You can hardly see his face.

This was what, 60 years ago?
How could she be so sure?

One morning he shot
six other prisoners...

right in front of her.

She couldn't forget him.
You looked at her Shoah testimony.

Her description of this one guard,

this one particular incident,
sounded like Anders,

so we contacted her, and she
picked him out of a photo array.

And you're convinced that this Anders
is the same Anders...

who's alive and well
and living on East 91 st Street?

And has been for the last 50 years.

Yeah, we are,
and so was Leah Glaser.

But without her testimony?

Unless we can find more evidence,

he's gonna die on that nice,
soft bed on East 91 st Street.

If he killed her to stop her
from testifying, that's murder one.

You know, Lieutenant,
there's one place we've never been able
to search for evidence against him...

his home.

See, that's where Criminal
has it all over Civil.

Man's a murder suspect.

What exactly do you think
you're gonna find?

Memorabilia from your father?
goose-stepping days.

That is so offensive.
He wasn't a Nazi.

Not every German was a Nazi.

Yeah, they were just following orders.

I was a soldier, a veteran,
like you.

Not like me, pal.
This is a witch hunt,

an O.S.I. fishing expedition.

Yeah, they're persecuting
an innocent old man
Just for the hell of it.

Search all you want.
I'm not hiding anything.

Dad, I'm calling a lawyer.
[Green] He's gonna need one.

Lennie, look what I found.

I don't know anything
about this locket.

Yeah, right. It just magically
appeared in your stuff,

next to your passport
and your social security card.

Someone sent it to me.
See, you do know
something about it.

[Green] Who sent it'?
I don't know.

Now, why would somebody send you
Leah Glaser's locket?

I don't know.
And I don't know this Glaser person.

Leah Glaser.
She was gonna get you deported...

back to the old country,
[German Accent] the fatherland.

You mean the so-called witness?
I never met her.

- You took that locket from her neck!
- I told you...

- After you killed her!
- And your big mistake was
holding onto the locket.

Mrs. Glaser's daughter's
going to identify it as her mother's.

We're gonna find your prints all over it.
I never met her.

And then we're gonna match
those prints with your prints
from the crime scene.

- It's impossible. I was never there.
- You're lying.

I'm not!
[Man] Quit browbeating my client.

Stefan, not another word.
This interrogation is over.

Stefan Anders was never a murderer...
not then, not now.

He never met Mrs. Glaser.
He was unaware of the locket's provenance.

It was sent to him
by an unknown party.

How does he explain this,
which the police found in his papers?

His 1948 visa application
to enter the United States.

- So what?
- Compare that visa photo with this.

- What's this?
- It's from Mr. Anders's Waffen S.S. file.

The photograph you used
to enter this country in 1948...

is the same as the one
in your S.S. personnel file.

- That can't be.
- The Russians turned it over
to O.S.I. a few years ago.

All right.

I was a soldier on the Eastern Front.

A young officer.

After Stalingrad, the S.S. sent me to Bobrek.

The war was lost. All that was left
was the final solution.

You think I had a choice? You think
I wanted to be guarding prisoners
in some miserable camp?

The O.S.I. says that you were
the officer in charge.
Ridiculous.

I escorted the prisoners...

from the barracks
to the factory every day,

and then back again in the evening.

That's all. I never harmed a prisoner.

Not one. Not ever.

Not according to Leah Glaser.

It wasn't me who killed those prisoners.

She has me confused with another guard.
[Attorney] We weren't worried.

Her word against his.

That was before
we found his visa photograph.

Well, yes. Now, that evidence
is enough to get him deported.

He lied about his background to
get into this country. He admits it.

But if you hadn't searched his home
and found that photograph

he would have beaten deportation.

- What has happened is a disaster for me.
- What I'm saying is,

he had no reason to kill her.

The appeals process on deportation
alone would have lasted years.

- You thought you'd outlive her.
- One of us was bound to die
before this was settled.

- You made sure it was her.
- All right, look. Since you insist...

on going through with this.

He's seeking to bar us
from characterizing Mr. Anders...

as a Nazi at trial.

Talk about chutzpah.

Your Honor, labeling
Stefan Anders as a Nazi..

Will prevent him from ever
receiving a fair trial.

The mere mention of the word
is enough to condemn him
in the eyes of any jury.

He has a point, Mr. McCoy.
It couldn't be a more loaded word.

Mr. Anders's motive arises out of
his personal history as an S.S. officer...

and a member of the Nazi party.

His past is part and parcel
of the People's case.

Mr. Jensen?

Then you must give my client
the opportunity to explain his past...

in its historical context.

Are you going to offer evidence
that he wasn't a Nazi or an S.S. officer?

I'm going to offer evidence that
the commonly accepted version...

of the Second World War is wrong.

That there was no Holocaust,
there were no death camps,

and there certainly was no final solution.
Your Honor, please.

Did hundreds of thousands
of Jews die? Yes.

And not only Jews, but Gypsies,
Poles, Russians... yes.

But those deaths weren't murders.
They weren't genocide.

They were the inevitable result
of disease, of starvation, of war.

Every respectable historian
in the world would disagree.

There are distinguished academics
who think otherwise.

Holocaust deniers, cranks,

anti-Semites disguising their real agenda.

Meretricious nonsense
does not become expert testimony...

just because it comes
wrapped in a Ph.D.!

Why don't we let a jury decide
what's fringe nonsense and what's not?

Why don't we let a judge decide first?

We would happily accept
an evidentiary hearing, Your Honor.
Nothing would please us more.

Your Honor can't entertain
this disreputable, evil theory.

If someone insists the earth is flat...

and the sun circles around it,
despite all evidence to the contrary,

are we supposed to engage
the argument on their terms?

- This is a conversation with a lunatic!
- Hold your horses, Mr. McCoy.

I agree.
[Pills Rattle in jar]

No rational, unbiased person could
look at the historical evidence...

and doubt the fact of the Holocaust.

It cannot be disputed,

nor will it be in my court.

The whole question's irrelevant.

Anders is being deported whether
the Holocaust happened or not.

It doesn't make any difference.
I mean, he still had motive to
murder the old lady.

Arguing about whether
the Holocaust actually happened...

It's not something I'd ever thought
I'd have to do in court or out.

Now, Jensen knew it never stood
the ghost of a chance.

What are you saying?
It was a ploy?

Judge Karan kicks out his motion,
gives him more grounds for appeal.

It's what it's about
with these old guys.

I mean, stall and delay,
whatever it takes to run out the clock.

How does a retired mechanic
retain a pricey mouthpiece like Jensen?

I was wondering the same thing myself.

I don't suppose he was doing it pro bono.

Worth looking at.
[Knocking]

The crime lab matched Anders's D.N.A.
to a sample taken from Leah Glaser's door.

He left his sweat
on the doorknob and peephole.

Now you got him.
What about the fingerprints?

A print on the locket matches
a print found on the door jamb, but...

It isn't Anders's.

It looks like somebody else
kicked down that door.

Do you think this exonerates Anders?

Not at all.
Leah Glaser's death...

had to be connected
to her testimony against Anders.

We can assume there was
an accomplice, and so will a jury.

Well, Anders now admits that he did
go see her after the preliminary hearing.

He said that she wouldn't let him in,
so he talked to her through the door
for a few minutes and then left.

What about the son?
Came in voluntarily
and gave his fingerprints.

They're not his.
Time to cast a wider net.

We checked Anders's phone
and financial records.

You know, there is actually
a Web site supporting
Anders's deportation fight.

Maybe they're contributing
to his defense.

Somebody's got to be
paying for Jensen.

What about this
preliminary hearing?
Check the sign-in sheet.

See if anyone else turned up
to cheer on their hero.

We found one interesting hit
from that sign-in sheet...

Kyle Mellors.
Who's Kyle Mellors?

He's a record producer. And this is from
his company Web site.

Heritage Records?
Sounds benign, right?

But then you begin clicking
around that Web site.

It's hardcore W.P.
W.P.?

“White power."
Check out the links on that site.

Nazi memorabilia.
An “ethnic cleansing" video game.

A picture of Hitler
in an Uncle Sam top hat and suit,

with his arm out, pointing.

And here's some praise
for the 9/11 hijackers.

“Wish we had the guts
to do what they did."

“Holocaust Barbecue Sauce,
six million served.”

They deny the Holocaust
and celebrate it simultaneously

A neat trick. Did you listen to the records?

I just read the catalogue descriptions.

It's all about “mud people"
and white supremacy...

and killing Jews and blacks.

So Mellors is a neo-Nazi who went
to the hearing to support Anders.

There's a link
on the Heritage Records Web site...

which has been raising money
to fight Anders's deportation.

"Stefan Anders, innocent man
targeted by Zionist opportunists"?

You get into Heritage Records' financials,

and I'll bet you'll find they've been
shoveling money into Anders's defense fund.

I'll get a subpoena. Have Briscoe and Green...

drop in on Mellors for a chat.

Briscoe and Green.

That ought to push his buttons.

[Distorted Guitar]

- We're in the middle of a session.
- Ours is just starting.

Whoa, the fuzz.
“The fuzz." I haven't
heard that since the '60s.

Everything old is new again.
Kyle Mellors?

[Door Opens]

How can I help you gentlemen?

Oh, hey, man we need to ask you
a few questions about Stefan Anders.

Don't know the man.
You raised money for him.

Well, I give money
to the ASPCA too,

but it doesn't mean I'm on speaking
terms with every mutt in the kennel.

- So you don't know this “mutt,” Anders?
- Nope. Never met him.

- But you like the things he stands for?
- My customers like the things he stands for.

Look, Detectives, I'm a record producer.

You know, controversy sells records.

And Stefan Anders is controversial?
You bet.

And now he's been arrested
for murder, my Web site hits
are through the roof.

You know, we're gonna ride this guy
all the way to the end.

Hope he gets the death penalty.
We can retire.
"No Surrender”?

That's their debut album.
You produce this garbage?

- Well, that one's a little extreme.
- How about this one?

That's our biggest seller,
“New Glory.“

Will you sign it for us?

- Who should I make it out to?
- “New York's finest."

Heritage Records is one of
the biggest neo-Nazi record labels.

I read your books.
Kyle Mellors doesn't exactly
seem to fit the profile.

You know, I thought
neo-Nazis shaved their heads.

Work boots, tattoos.
That's the old profile.

They're learning
how to mainstream.

They finally realized the more
they blend in, the more
effective they'll be.

C.D.'s, Web sites, video games...

The movement's discovered
a variety of ways
to disseminate the message.

This generates millions of dollars
in revenue annually.

Where does the money go?
To fund various
causes and activities.

Their ultimate goal is the creation
of a white Christian nation...

cleansed of minorities.

That's insane.
Yeah, they want to destroy
our government,

our Constitution,
the very system of justice
that protects them.

They're terrorists.
Absolutely.

Oklahoma City has been eclipsed
by the events of 9/11.

But these American terrorists
are still out there,

and we can't necessarily
tell who they are.

Mellors seems to have had
a normal suburban childhood.

His dad's a doctor.
Mom works in an office.

But here's something interesting:
He's been to Germany every summer
the last four years.

Back to the source.
A right-wing nationalist music festival.

He promotes his bands,
smuggles his C.D.'s into Germany.

He sells them on the black market.
They're illegal there.

Gets to rub elbows with neo-Nazis
from all over the world.

That must give him a charge.
He may also feel diminished...

by the hardcore kids in comparison.

A middle-class boy like Mellors
probably has no experience
with actual violence.

So up to this point,
it's all been vicarious.

So, maybe he wants
a taste of the real thing.

[Phone Ringing]
Excuse me.

Southerlyn.

Pick him up.

Back again?
Yeah. Remember the C.D.
you laid on us?

Oh, you like it?
Oh, we loved it.

Especially the part where your
fingerprints match some prints
we found at the crime scene.

You're under arrest for
the murder of Leah Glaser.
Call Graham Wilson.

You have the right to remain silent,
which I highly recommend.

You have the right to an attorney
[Continues, Indistinct]

You're going down Mr. Mellors,
and your hero's going with you.

What if it was an accident?

If someone went there
to talk to her, not to kill her,

and events transpired in a
certain tragic, unforeseen way,

wouldn't that be manslaughter?

We know that Leah Glaser
didn't die accidentally.

After her killer knocked her down
and cracked her skull,
he smothered her.

[McCoy] I won't entertain anything less
than murder one for Mr. Anders.

Your client, on the other hand,
can still plead to murder two
as a hate crime.

As a hate crime?
What the hell does that mean?

Adds five years to your sentence.

[McCoy] Twenty to life, Mr. Mellors.
That's as good as it gets.

Tell us what transpired between you
and Mr. Anders, and you may not spend
the rest of your life in prison.

I keep telling you... Mr. Anders
had nothing to do with this.

How would you know
if you weren't there?

Just as I thought. We're trying you
both for murder in the first degree.

Together.

Mellors can bob and weave
as much as he wants.
I have no doubt of his guilt.

You're still on the fence
about Anders?

I want to be sure I'm trying Anders
for the crimes he committed
in this century,

not the ones he committed in the past.

Some of the strongest cases
we've tried have been based
on circumstantial evidence.

Despite his protestations
to the contrary,

Anders stood to substantially
gain from her death.

His D.N.A. was
at the crime scene,

and he had the locket that she
wore around her neck every day
of her life in his possession.

I mean, except for a videotape
of the crime, I can't think of
what more you could want.

Mellors keeps claiming that
Anders wasn't involved.

Well, let him take the stand
and tell that to the jury.

I don't think he'll be
taking the stand.

We'd bury him with all this
neo-Nazi stuff.

No, I don't suppose he would.

Which means that Anders
just about has to.

We analyzed a set
of bilateral thumbprints...

and two full sets of fingerprints
found on the frame...

surrounding Mrs. Glaser's door.

- Did you identify these fingerprints?
- Yes. They belong
to the defendant, Kyle Mellors.

Did you find any other fingerprints
belonging to Mr. Mellors?

Yes. On Mrs. Glaser's locket,
we found a thumb and forefinger.

What about the co-defendant,
Stefan Anders?

His prints were also found
on Mrs. Glaser's locket
What about at the crime scene?

No prints. However, the Latent unit
did find two sweat smudges...

one on the doorknob
and one on the door...

about five feet, eight inches
from the floor.

- Were you able to make a positive I.D.?
- They belong to the defendant,
Stefan Anders.

And your conclusion about
how these smudge came to be
on Mrs. Glaser's door?

The height of the defendant
indicates...

he gripped the doorknob
and leaned his forehead
against the door.

No questions of this witness,
Your Honor.

Did you find traces of my client...

anywhere inside
Mrs. Glaser's apartment?

None.

So, your analysis puts my client
at her door,

but not inside her apartment?

Yes.

Now, scientifically,
you can't determine...

whether the D.N.A. sample
and the various prints were left
at the same time, can you?

No.

So, for all you know,
my client, Stefan Anders,

was there one day
outside the apartment door...

and Mr. Mellors
on another day entirely...

outside and inside the apartment?

That's certainly possible, yes.

No further questions.

As the co-owner of Heritage Records with
Mr. Mellors, what is your mission statement?

To make money.
No ideology?

Capitalism. Capitalism is our ideology.

Are you a Nazi, neo-Nazi, fascist?

I've been called all those things,
but what I am is an
independent entrepreneur.

Is Mr. Mellors a neo-Nazi?

Objection!
If Mr. Mellors...

wants to speak to his political beliefs,

let him take the stand.

- Sustained.
- Some of your bands espouse
rather radical views.

That's their right
under the First Amendment.

Do you share their views?
I believe in what sells.

Look, it's just music.

It's loud, it's extreme,
it's rebellious,

it's in-your-face,
and it drives their parents crazy.

That's why the kids like it.
That's what it's all about.

It's just music?

“Kill all the niggers,

“kill all the Jews,

fire up the ovens,
there's no time to lose."

- Do you recognize these lyrics?
- I can't say that I do.

They're from an album you
produced with Kyle Mellors.

The group is called American Reichstag.

Do you think every black record exec
who produces a gangster rap track...

thinks we should kill cops or, uh,

beat those ho's and bitches?

- It's about selling records.
- Critics call it “hate rock."

Your own Web site calls it “hate core."

People who buy it also call it "heritage music. ”

It's music. Don't we still have
freedom of speech in this country?

The First Amendment isn't absolute.

If your speech incites
and results in violence,
it's not protected.

Isn't that what you're doing?
Inciting people to kill?
No.

We're inciting people
to buy records.

“Kill all the blacks.

Kill all the Jews."

If one of your songs results
in someone's death,

aren't you culpable?
I don't see it that way.

Right. You're just putting money...

in the pockets of people
who advocate...

the extermination
of other human beings.

I went to her apartment.

Not the day of the murder...
another day.

I thought if she looked in my eyes,

she would see I am not the man
she thought I was.

Did you see her?
She wouldn't open the door,
so I spoke to her...

for a few minutes from the hall,

and she asked me to leave and I left.

And Leah Glaser was still alive.
Of course.

You were a guard at Bobrek.

I was a soldier. I went
where I was ordered to go.

Did you ever kill anyone?

In combat? Probably.

But at the camp? No.
Definitely no.

Did you know the deceased,
Leah Glaser?
No.

Did you remember her at all
from the camp?

It was 60 years ago.

There were hundreds of prisoners.
I don't remember them.

She remembered you.

She saw me every day...

every morning, every evening.

She saw my photograph;
she recognized me.

She remembered me from the camp,
okay, but she was confused.

She has me confused with
someone else, another guard

I didn't kill anyone in the camp,
and I didn't kill her.
I had no reason to.

Her death is the worst thing
that could have happened to me.

Whatever happens here,
now I will be deported.

Because someone killed her.

Someone.

Not me.

[Jensen]
Your witness.

You weren't the guard
Leah Glaser remembered
from the camp?

- The one she saw kill six prisoners?
- No.

I have no further questions
for this witness at this time,
Your Honor.

I reserve the right to continue
my cross-examination.

- Mr. Jensen?
- In that case, Your Honor,

the defendant, Anders, rests.

Mr. Wilson?
Yes, Your Honor.
The defendant, Mellors, rests.

The witness may step down.

Your Honor, I would like
to call a rebuttal witness.
Leah Glaser.

Your Honor, I would like
to renew my application...

to exclude this videotaped
testimony as highly prejudicial.

Her Shoah testimony
directly refutes...

what Mr. Anders just
testified to under oath.

Your Honor, it's hearsay,
it's prejudicial.

There's obviously no opportunity
to cross-examine.

Mr. Jensen had ample opportunity
to cross-examine Leah Glaser...

when he deposed her
on this very subject.

Counsel can read the relevant portions
of that proceeding into the record.

Your Honor, this is not fair!

The emotional impact of seeing
the deceased's videotaped testimony...

will far outweigh
a dry reading of a deposition.

I'll review your memos once more.

Court will stand at recess until 2:00.

The guards would walk us
to and from the factory each day

Some of them,

if we did not walk quickly,

they would beat us.

The one in charge,
he was different.

“Bitte, bitte," he would always say, "Please. ”

He was polite.

Always polite.

Beautiful manners, elegant,

but cold... cold as ice.

Not human.

His name was Anders, I think.

One day, one of the prisoners fell
and couldn't get up.

He came over.
"Bitte, bitte, "I heard him say.

“Get up, please."

She couldn't get up,

so he shot her...

in the face.

And then he shot five other women,

the ones who cried.

One, two, three, four, five.

Like it was nothing.

And then he looked at the rest
of us and said, "Bitte, bitte,"

and we went to work
like nothing happened.

The fifth one he shot, number five,

was my sister Rebekkah,

my little sister.

[Sobs]

Why?

[Judge Karan] Have you reached a verdict?
We have.

As to the defendant Kyle Mellors,

on the first count of the indictment,
murder in the first degree,
how do you find?

We find the defendant,
Kyle Mellors, guilty

As to the defendant
Stefan Anders,

on the first count of the indictment,
murder in the first degree,

how do you find?
We find the defendant,
Stefan Anders, guilty.

Think Anders is telling the truth,

that he didn't have anything to do
with Leah Glaser's murder?

They knew a guilty man
when they saw one.

[Howling]