All language subtitles for Law & Order s18e10 Tango.eg

NARRATOR:
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.

We paid the fine.

Sorry.

Can't you just
give me my car?

Look, I can't give you any vehicle
when you're under the influence, okay?

Sonny. Sonny.
Please?

Well, we already missed a
party because we got towed.

Yeah, I know.

You gotta watch those No Parking
signs in front of those clubs.

Hey, you could come
with us if you want.

We... If you...

(GROANS)
I don't feel so good.

Look, why don't you two
go get some coffee

and come back in
a few hours, all right?

Why don't you give me
my God...

(VOMITS)

(cousmus)

Oh, that's beautiful.

Hey, Benny? Call 911.
Another one dropped.

No,no,no,no!DonW. We'll get in trouble.
I'll call someone.

Um, can I use your phone?

I'm not getting a signal.

You got a lot of
problems tonight, huh?

Watch your back!

ED: So, you girls were
just hitting the clubs?

We just wanted
a night in the city.

If the car hadn't
been towed, then...

Do your parents
know where you are?

They're flying back from St.
Thomas. I am so screwed.

But she's here.
Our daughter's missing.

This isn't like Anne-Marie.
She's a responsible kid.

When was the last time
you saw her?

At the tow yard. I called her
when I woke up in the ambulance.

She said she was gonna call this
college guy we met at a club.

We've been calling her phone.
It just goes to voice-mail.

She never turns it off.
It's been almost eight hours.

She doesn't know
anyone in the city.

Do you remember this
college kid's name?

Brendan.

I think I have his number.

That's good, right?
You guys will find her, right?

Yeah. Kids coming into the city
and going a little overboard,

we find them all the time.
So don't worry.

We'll be in contact,
all right?

Yeah, we find them.

BRENDAN: I don't really
know her, know her.

I just met her
and her friend at a club

and invited them
to a party.

LUPO: Well, her friend said Anne-Marie
called you last night. Is that right?

Yeah, at like 3:30 in the morning
for a ride out to Scarsdale.

Well, did you
give her the ride?

I don't even have a car, man.
I just...

I told her to call a cab, she
said she was lost. That was it.

She said she was lost.
You just hung up.

Yeah, it was late and some other
girls did come to the party.

So, they were both clearly under the influence
of alcohol and God knows what else.

I didn't release the vehicle and I called
911 when the mouthy one passed out.

So, everything by the book.
The other one, I don't know.

You didn't see
where she went?

No. She got all weird when I called
the ambulance. She just took off.

What, down the highway?

Yeah, I guess.
Which direction?

North.

So what, you just watched as a drunk
teenager wandered onto the highway?

What am I, Super Nanny?

The parents
went to the press.

Calls are flooding in.
Suburban girls.

Anything useful?

Well, two people who saw her
on the West Side Highway.

One saw her
getting in a cab.

License plate?

No such luck.

Great, that narrows it
down to 13,000 vehicles.

Maybe not.
This witness says

that there were flowers
painted on the taxi.

We're celebrating 100 years
of New York taxis.

Kids are painting hoods,
roofs and trunks.

Well, this says flowers
were only on the trunk.

Maybe some kid slacked off.

All right.
Call the taxi garages.

See who's got
half a paint job.

Yeah. I pick up a girl around this
time on the West Side Highway.

Is this her?

Maybe her, maybe not her.

I think for sure she was
going to vomit in the car

because she's barely
standing up.

But she still managed
to hail a cab?

No,no,no. She no hail me.
I already have a fare.

So Why'd
you stop?

The guy in the back, he tell me to stop.
Says he knows her.

Where'd you drop them off?

Very bad hotel.

We had three cameras
but two are broken.

Whoa, whoa. Right there.
Back it up a little.

A little more.
Right there.

That's good.

ED: You can't really
see their faces.

LUPO: Yeah. Right there.
Do you know who that is?

ANTONIO: That's Sugar.
She stays here off and on.

Nice girl.

Meth head hooker,
but nice girl.

ED: What about the dude?

I don't know.

I figured the girl was
one of Sugar's co-workers

and needed a place
to sleep it off.

Him, I figured a customer.

But Sugar paid his cab fare
which makes him her pimp.

Did he rent a separate room?

No. He said
he was with Sugar.

And the girl,
she was conscious or no?

Uh, she could kind
of walk. A little.

And you didn't think it was
a good idea to call 911,

a semiconscious girl gets
dragged upstairs by a pimp?

You're joking, right?

ED: ls Sugar
in her room?

Nope. She only paid up
till noon today.

ED: All right.
We need to see the room.

ED: Lupes?

That could be blood.

Hey, man,
this is a crime scene now,

so I'm going to have to ask you to
step out of the room, all right?

Sure, sure. I know the drill.

I'll send the CSU guys up
when they get here.

LUPO: Well, well, well.

(DIALING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

It's Anne-Marie's.

Somebody used it to call Suffolk
County this morning at 8:47.

Her name is not Sugar,
it's Melinda.

And before she called this morning, we
hadn't heard from her in two weeks.

Did she tell you
where she was?

She never tells us where she is.
She just asks for money.

How are you supposed to send her the
money if you don't know where she is?

We say no. We always say no.
We can't enable her.

Every time.
It breaks my heart.

She's been thrown out of
rehab three times.

Has she ever mentioned any of the
people she spends time with?

The junkies and pimps? No.

Where was she thrown out from
most recently?

Parksdale Academy.
(EXHALES)

It's a school for
people like Melinda.

It was our last hope.

ED: What's up with the signs?

TERRELL: Well, we require our
students to own their behavior.

I know our methods may seem
a little bit unorthodox,

but believe me,
we get results.

Not so much for
Melinda Whitman, I guess.

No, not for
Melinda Whitman.

Here, this is
Nelson's room.

And this is
Melinda's friend?

Closest thing
she's got to one.

Stand up.

These are detectives. They need
to talk to you about Melinda.

Okay, we'll take it
from here, bro. Thanks.

I'll be in my office.

At ease, kid.

Just 'cause you
give me a pack of smokes

doesn't mean I'm gonna
talk about Melinda.

Give them back then.

I don't know where she is,
and even if I did

I wouldn't help you drag her
back to this hellhole.

Can you believe my parents dropped,
like, 50 grand on this place?

Wejust wanna
talk to her, bro.

Either way,
I don't know where she is.

But you're from the
city, she's not.

I'm betting you hooked
her up with someone.

How do you know
I'm from the city?

I also see here you were
arrested for possession of meth.

Melinda likes meth.
She would need a dealer,

and so will you
when you get out of here.

But after we round up
every dealer you came near

and tell them
you sent us...

One. I might've
hooked her up with one.

Have your money straight.
Have your money straight.

Same price as yesterday. Price ain't
changed, price ain't changed.

Stop!

Hey, hey, hey!
What's your rush, Lysol?

Come on, I ain't
do nothin', man!

You ain't do nothin'.
They always say that.

I ain't do nothin', man.

This kind of nothin' could
get you eight to 12, bro.

Man, I want my lawyer.
I've got a lawyer.

All right, slow down. Her
card's in my other pocket.

Slow down, Lysol.
That might not be necessary.

We're just looking
for a client of yours,

a white girl named Sugar.

I ain't seen her
in awhile.

All right, turn around.
(HANDCUFFS CLANKING)

All right, all right, all right,
all right, all right, all right!

Sometimes I leave messages for
her at this bar up on 125.

Oh yeah? Well, give her a call.

Tell her you want her
to meet you there.

What am I supposed to say?

Tell her you're having
a two-for-one sale.

Did you see those
parents, man?

Must be rough.

Which ones? The ones with the daughter
who went partying and never came back,

or the ones with Melinda
who turned into Sugar?

So what, a big house,
a pile of money,

the perfect life.
It's too boring, or...

Try me.

(WHISTLES)

Hey, Lysol.

Melinda Whitman. We need
to talk to you downtown.

LysoH
You son of a bitch!

I don't know her.

Her name is
Anne-Marie Liscomb,

and this is a picture of her going
into the hotel where you were staying.

A lot of people stay there.

And this is a picture of you going
outside to pay her cab fare.

You in the habit of paying
for strangers' taxis?

Who's the guy in
the picture, Melinda?

I don't know.

But he handed me some money and then he
told me to go give it to the cab driver.

The girl was pretty wasted so
I helped him out, that's all.

Melinda, you ain't
helping yourself here.

The only way you can do that
is tell us the truth.

That is the truth.

Look, we found Anne-Marie's
blood in your hotel room.

So if you ain't going to
help us find the guy

who carried her up there, the
whole thing gets pinned on you.

I didn't do anything.

Oh, this guy must be
a real prince.

Tell us who the guy is, Melinda,
and we can protect you.

Quit calling me Melinda.
My name is Sugar.

No. Your name is Melinda.

Yeah, you called your parents
to ask for money,

but you also called them to let
them know that you're still alive

'cause you know
they give a damn.

And somewhere in your little black
heart, you give a damn, too.

They just found something
near the hotel.

Over here.

See? We find them.

I saw her parents
on the news.

Yeah, they're on
their way down here.

(sums)

Well, there is evidence of both
anal and vaginal penetration.

We got fluids
to run for DNA.

Cause of death was
ligature strangulation.

Could be an electrical cord.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)

There's also blunt force trauma to
the head, which bled profusely.

He's not a very nice guy,
whoever he is.

Now, all we have to do is get
his girlfriend to give him up.

That's easier said than done.

Looks like Melinda's parents gave
up on their whole tough love thing.

They sprang for a lawyer. Later.

If you don't intend to charge my client,
I want her released immediately.

Your client is being held
as a material witness.

She's entitled to
a hearing on that issue,

andlWlopposethe district
attorney's application.

Fine. Then we'll arrest her.

She's avictim.
You know she's a victim.

I don't know that at all.

Melinda, Anne-Marie was raped and
sodomized before she was murdered.

Now, you know who did that.

You can stop him
from doing it again.

If you're worried about
getting in trouble yourself,

we can talk to the D.A.,
maybe make a deal.

Miss Whitman is not
interested in a deal.

She's interested
in going home.

So we charge her.

I mean, if we gotta charge
her, let's charge her.

The one we want is the
guy she's protecting.

We wave murder at her,
she'll give him up.

Or martyr herself for him.

All right,
how about this?

We just let her go.

He's out there,
so put her out there.

Romeo and Juliet
seek each other out.

All right, but you two stay
on her like white on rice.

We should call the surgeon
general to give her a warning.

How many is that?

It's like three hours' worth.

Looks like Romeo
ain't in no hurry.

I think I have an idea.
Goose Juliet.

LUPO: Hey, kid!

You gotta tell me
what the note said.

It said, "Think a bitch
can rat me out and run away?"

(LAUGHING)

Think it was too much?

Well...

Might make her
hide from him.

Might make her run to him
to set the record straight.

LUPO: All right,
here she goes.

Yo!

I didn't rat you out.
I wouldn't do that.

What're you talking about?

I wouldn't do it. What'
re you talking about?

Put your hands
where I can see them!

Put your hands up!
Keep them up!

You set me up?

No! Tito, I didn't!

You set me up.

No! Tito, I didn't!

You bitch!
I didn't set you up!

That ain't me. That ain't nobody.
You can't see the face.

Yeah, well, we got your taxi
driver coming down here to

ID your ass. And we got
DNA from the dead girl

which we'll be matching
to you as soon as we get

a court order to put
a needle in your arm.

So we went upstairs together.

So what? Girl knew what she wanted.
No crime in that.

The girl was so drunk,
she could hardly stand up.

No, man, shejust couldn't
keep her hands off me.

Who said she was drunk?
Sugar?

That bitch is jealous, is all.

Of what, you having another woman
in her room, or something else?

Girl needs to be put
in her place sometime.

Needs reminding that
Tito ain't a one-woman man.

(CHUCKLES) I didn't think she'd
eliminate the competition, though.

So, you put your girlfriend
in her place

by raping and sodomizing
a drunk high school girl

and then you got the balls
to accuse her of murder?

Who's talking about rape?

Everything I did to Anne-Marie,
she was begging for.

And when it was over,
I left her satisfied

and alive.

LUPO: You telling me
you have no idea

how that girl wound up
in that dumpster?

Could've been
any number of situations.

That's not the best
part of town, you know?

Could've been some
stick-up kids.

To tell you the truth,
my money's on Sugar.

She is one jealous skank.

Can't stand it when Tito gets
his sugar somewhere else.

Tito's fan club
followed him down here.

Sugar?

Interview one.

Let's go tell her
he said hey.

Hey,
I need to talk to Tito.

He's a little busy
right now.

Yeah, I need to
talk to him.

Busy telling us that
you murdered Anne-Marie.

He wouldn't say that.

Do you want us to call
your attorney, Melinda?

No. I know you're
lying to me anyway.

Yeah? Does this look
like we're lying?

Melinda Whitman, you're under arrest
for the murder of Anne-Marie Liscomb.

Why are you surprised
he'd rat you out?

He brought another woman into your
room, made you pay for her cab...

Tito loves me.

You know what, Melinda?
It's better this way.

You'll be safer
at Rikers.

When we picked up Tito, he
had a .22 in his pocket.

He was gunning for you
for telling us about him.

I didn't. Hey,
you know I didn't.

He figured you did it
because you were jealous.

Jealous he had
a better woman.

You don't
understand anything.

Yeah? He told me that screwing
her after screwing you

was like trading up
from a dump truck to a Caddy.

He said, "At least she didn't just
lie there like a junkie skank."

He's lying.
He killed her.

He made me watch while he raped
her in my room. (SOBBING)

And then he killed her.

You just watched?

He made me stay in the room.
I was afraid to leave.

I was afraid
he'd kill me, too.

Tito Cabassa, you're under arrest for
the murder of Anne-Marie Liscomb.

What? What did she say?
What did she tell you?

Sugar! Sugar!

You lying bitch!
Where are you? Huh?

You lying whore!
Yeah, I see you.

I see you,
you lying bitch!

What did you tell them?
What did you say?

You damn stupid
lying junkie whore!

"Docket number 33972.

"People v. Melinda Whitman. Hindering
Prosecution in the Third Degree."

We enter a plea of not guilty and ask
that bail be set at a reasonable amount.

The People have
no objection to bail.

In that case,
bail is set at $5,000.

"Docket number 33977.

"People v. Tito Cabassa.
Murder in the Second Degree."

How does the defendant plead?

We plead not guilty,
Your Honor.

As to bail?
People seek remand.

The defendant has no permanent
residence or employment.

He brutally murdered a young
woman in full view of a witness.

That's a lie!
Tito, I'm sorry.

JUDGE: Order! Order!
I love you.

YourHonon the People's case
is built on fraudulent claims

made by a so-called eyewitness
whose statement was coerced.

For the moment, Ms. Bocanegra,
your client is remanded.

You can revisit the issue of bail
after the suppression hearing.

Melinda Whitman only
implicated my client

after the police engaged in a series
of improper and fraudulent acts,

starting with this.

"Think a bitch can
rat me out and run away?"

My client didn't write that.
The police did,

and had it delivered
to Miss Whitman.

The police are allowed to use
trickery to provoke a statement.

They're not allowed
to convince a witness

that a suspect intends
to kill her,

provoking her to lie to
get him safely locked up.

Call me crazy, Mr. Cutter,
but I am inclined to agree.

Is that what happened?

Uh, we haven't had a chance to interview
the police officers involved.

Did they write this?

I believe they did, yes.

Ah.

This renders Miss Whitman's
statement so incredible

that it would be unduly prejudicial
to allow it into evidence.

Credibility is a matter
for the jury to decide.

You can attack Ms. Whitman
and her statement on cross.

I don't need to attack her.
She already recanted.

All right. It looks like your detectives
have crossed the line, Counselors.

Ms. Whitman's statement against Mr.
Cabassa is suppressed.

You didn't think telling her
he was going to shoot her

would come back and
bite us in the ass?

We needed to find the guy. That
was item one on the agenda.

Well, item two is going to be
watching him walk out of jail.

We still have the
surveillance video of him

hauling the victim
into the hotel.

You can't see his face.

But you can see his clothes, and we found
those clothes in another one of his cribs.

We still have the victim's
blood in the room Tito was in.

Melinda's room, and he
claims Melinda killed her.

Could raise
reasonable doubt.

Melinda didn't rape
and sodomize that girl.

Look, I'm not saying
the guy didn't do it.

I just want enough evidence
to nail him six times over.

If he walks,
I'm going to feel like

an accomplice
the next time he does this.

What about other witnesses?
Who else was in that hotel?

There's a woman that was staying next door.
Tabitha Mundy.

She just turned up at a battered
women's shelter in the Bronx.

I knew it was Sugar
staying next door.

We ain't close or nothin', but
I know her from the street.

Did you see
anyone else there with her?

No. Just heard
some noises though.

Somebody was having a time.

There was a man in there with
Sugar and another woman.

What I said.

I only seen Sugar, though.

It was when she was in the hallway
dumping her trash down the air shaft.

It was after
the noise all ended.

She's always
so high and mighty.

She even used some designer
bag for her trash.

Please. Ain't no such thing
as a high-class junkie.

Did she say anything
when you saw her?

No.

I think my man
went over there, though.

Timmy was always like
to be going over there.

Where can we find Timmy?

Bronx Central Lockup,
thanks to this.

This time,
I'm pressing charges.

This girl, she's the one
that was on the news.

That's right. Did you see her
in the hotel that night?

You know, uh,
I think I might have.

You might have?

Well, you know, being in jail and
all, every/thing's so crowded.

I'd just be, uh, a little more comfortable
if the room was a little emptier.

It's not that crowded.

Mike, why don't you wait
outside and I'll handle this.

You sure?

Yeah.

Well, this is
so much better, isn't it?

This isn't a date, Timmy.

Do you know anything?

I saw Tito. He was there.

Yeah, we know that.
Did you see the girl?

You know my woman
called the cops on me

for smacking her
around a little.

The thing is,
when they arrested me,

I had a small amount of a
controlled substance on my person.

And you want a deal?

If that worry
was off my mind,

memories could
just come pouring out.

DELGADO: So, Jack, what brings
you north of the border?

The Anne-Marie Liscomb case.

One of your defendants
is a potential witness.

But he won't sing
without a deal?

He wants a drug possession
charge dropped.

He'll plead to
misdemeanor assault.

What did my A.D.A. say?

He said no.

Trying to keep his
batting average up, I guess.

Well, I do try to keep
my people motivated.

This was
a heinous crime, Juan.

It's in everyone's interest to
have a successful prosecution.

You know, Jack,
I'm a little surprised

you were even able to find your way
up here on that white horse of yours.

Look, I know we've
had our differences.

Cultural differences.

I live in the real world, you live on
a higher plane. I appreciate that.

A higher plane?

I've been prosecuting, down
and dirty in the trenches

since you were...

Since I was what?

A back room fixer
for a political machine?

I wasn't going to say that.

I'll tell you what, Jack.

One of my bureau chiefs
lives on the Upper West Side,

and he has a problem with alternate
side of the street parking.

So, if I fix his
parking tickets,

you'll help me convict
a rapist-murderer?

Deal.

I could hear the two
of them were arguing,

Tito and Sugar, through this
wall, middle of the night.

What were they
arguing about?

I couldn't make out the words,

but I figured it
must've been about him

bringing that
other girl around.

Did you see
the other girl?

No, I just heard her.

And then I heard Tito leave.
That's when I made my move.

What move?

On Sugar.
I'd heard the fight.

I know Tito treats her
pretty bad,

so I thought maybe she was in
need of, uh, some consolation.

You know what I'm saying?

CUTTER: And what
happened then?

So I come out in the hall
and I knocked on the door.

And, sure enough,
she was alone.

What about Anne-Marie,
where was she?

She was down the hall in the
bathroom, just like Sugar said.

Did Sugar let you
into the room?

Itried to,
but she kept me out.

I could tell she was
hiding something.

She kept looking back at a bag
sticking out from under the bed.

It's like one of those
big duffel bags, you know?

Could you see what was in it?
Make out a shape?

Well, lthought
maybe it was a dog.

You know, they don't
allow them in the hotel,

but it wasn't the first time
Sugar tried to sneak one in.

What made you think
it was a dog?

I could... I could
see it moving,

kind of moving inside
the bag and sort of yelping.

Did Sugar see that, the thing
moving inside the bag?

Unless she was
blind and deaf, sure.

Okay, thanks.

My God, Anne-Marie
was still alive.

And Melinda was
alone with her.

You know,
Timmy's girlfriend said

she saw her dumping something down
the air shaft after Tito went out.

Call Lupo and Green.

Here's your murder weapon.

We found it in the trash heap
at the bottom of the shaft.

Inside a Borsini's bag.

Prints on the bag and the hair
dryer match Melinda Whitman.

And that's Anne-Marie's
blood on the cord.

What about Tito's prints?

Nope. Just Melinda's.

She killed Anne-Marie.

Tito thought he did. He went out
to find a place to dump the body.

While he was gone, Melinda saw
her moving, finished her off.

Yep.

What's going on?
Step aside, sir.

Melinda Whitman,
you're under arrest

for the murder of
Anne-Marie Liscomb.

No. What are you doing?
I didn't do anything.

Mom? Hey, Dad!

Dad!

Daddy! Daddy!

Mr. Gardner, I understand you work
for the sanitation department.

Going on 19 years.

And you have
three children?

Two boys and a girl.

Any of them ever have
a brush with the law?

Never.

They know they'd have more to worry
about than the law if that happened.

Very good. Now, you
understand that in this case,

there are two defendants

and the jury will have to consider
each defendant separately.

Yes, sir, I understand.

No objections
to Mr. Gardner.

Mr. Campbell, have you
ever been arrested?

Once, in 2004 during
the Republican convention.

What were the circumstances?

I was protesting.

Ended up spending three nights at
Pier 57 without being charged,

just for exercising
my First Amendment rights.

Thanks.

What do you think?

I wouldn't. He's got
a chip on his shoulder.

I don't know. There's
something about him I like.

No objection to
Mr. Campbell, Your Honor.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Tito's lawyerjust called.
He wants to deal.

Already?

He's no fool.
He's figured out

that the jury might
split the difference.

Convict the Hispanic pimp and
acquit the pretty white girl.

He'll plead to rape and attempted
murder and testify against Melinda.

I think we can
get them both for murder.

Isn't attempted murder
what he actually did?

Your theory is the girl
finished off the victim.

They're accomplices.
They're both guilty.

But she might walk if we
don't get his testimony.

And if we do,
how's that going to look?

Pimps, drug dealers,
and prosecutors,

all lined up against
this poor helpless girl.

So make it
not look that way.

How long after
you saw that bag moving

did you hear Mr. Cabassa
return to the hotel?

I don't know. Uh, it must
have been at least an hour.

And after Melinda Whitman went
down the hall with her garbage,

you heard no more
yelping from her room?

No, the girl must have
been dead by then.

Move to strike.

If I'd known what was going
on, I would have saved her.

I feel really terrible...

That's enough, Mr. Serco. The jury will
disregard his last two statements.

Nothing further.

ROTHENBERG: You were arrested
last month for drug possession,

and assaulting
your girlfriend, correct?

Yeah, but the drug
charge was dropped.

In return for
your testimony here today.

Well, that's the way
the system works.

In fact, if you didn't
offer information

the prosecution
could use in this trial,

there wouldn't have been
a deal, isn't that right?

If I couldn't scratch their back,
why would they scratch mine?

Timmy came off as an opportunistic
criminal piece of crap.

He is an opportunistic
criminal piece of crap.

And tomorrow we've got another
one testifying for us.

Tito.

HeygwhydonWyou do Tito's direct?
Reafly?

Absolutely.
The feminine touch,

something to soften
this for the jury.

CONNIE: Mr. Cabassa,
why did you bring

Anne-Marie back
to Melinda's room?

To be honest, there was a lot
of places we could've gone,

but I wanted to make Sugar...

Melinda,

I wanted to make
herjealous.

You wanted to put her
in her place?

Yeah, you know, show her,

she ain't the only hot little
white girl out there.

Did you have sex
with Anne-Marie?

Yes, ma'am, I did.

Even though we saw
on the surveillance tape

she was too drunk
to walk.

Yeah. You could say
I took advantage of her.

I would say that, yes.

What about Melinda?
Where was she?

I told her to go take a walk,

but she didn't want to leave me
alone with Anne-Marie. She stayed.

So she watched.

She watched while you raped and
sodomized Anne-Marie Liscomb?

Her choice.

Then what happened?

Anne-Marie started
getting all hinky,

saying she wanted
to go home and all.

What'd you do?

She was getting loud,
so I tried covering her mouth

but she got away.
She was going for the door.

I grabbed her
and shoved her down.

That's when she
hit her head on the table.

There was blood everywhere.
I thought she was dead.

Did you try to revive her?

Yeah, but she was gone.

Or I thought she was.

Did you or Melinda
call for medical help?

I thought I killed her.
Sugar...

Melinda, she didn't want
an ambulance either.

She said it served me right
for cheating on her.

So what did you do?

We crammed her in this big
bag Sugar uses for clothes.

Then I went out to look for a place
where we could ditch the body.

When you left,
where was Melinda?

She stayed in the room
with the body.

She was still there
when you got back?

Yeah, she was there,

alone with the body.

Thank you, Mr. Cabassa.

You did great.

Thanks.

Looks like somebody
else agrees with you.

Who?

I don't know,
anonymous e-mail.

"Amazing performance
in court today.

"Great legs and smart.
You're the total package."

I completely agree.

You ready
to cross Melinda?

No, you know,
uh, you do it, Mike.

You've got great legs, too.

What else was I
supposed to do?

Besides watching an innocent
young woman be raped?

How about trying to
stop your boyfriend?

How about calling for help?
How about calling the police?

Tito wouldn't let me.

Did he try to stop you?

He would have.
He killed that girl.

He would have
killed me, too.

He didn't kill her, Melinda.

She was still alive after you
shoved her into that duffel bag.

That's not true.

Timmy Serco saw her moving.
He heard her.

Well, he lied.
We all know why he lied.

Did he?

You didn't like Anne-Marie
being in your room, did you?

Not in that way.
Of course not.

It was hard for you to see
her with Tito, wasn't it?

Yeah. A little.

Especially since she was
so much like you.

She was nothing like me.

Well, maybe not now,
but like you were

before the drugs,
before the streets.

I was never like her.

Before you got all messed up.

I was never that stupid.

Before you turned
into a junkie skank.

Your Honor?

Anne-Marie reminded Tito
of what you used to be.

No.
That's why he wanted her.

She threw herself at him.

You were glad when you thought
he'd killed her, weren't you?

I didn't care.
She meant nothing to me.

And when you realized
he hadn't killed her,

you finished the job.
You got rid of her.

I just wanted her
to leave Tito alone.

I wanted her gone.

(SOBBING)

Uh, one Fashionelle, please?
Thank you.

Hi.

I'm sorry, Mr...
Campbell.

I can't speak to you
outside the courtroom.

Oh, I know. I'm sorry.

I just wanted
to say that I...

I hope you'll get to do
more questioning,

'cause you were really good.

This is inappropriate.

I'm sorry.

Good-bye.

I called in Tech Services
and had that e-mail traced.

E-mail?

"Great legs."

Oh. Let me guess.
Juror number eight.

How did you know that?

He's been checking you out
since "voir dire".

Well, he approached me
on the street last night.

Did you talk to him?

No. He talked to me, but I can't
believe you didn't tell me that.

Tell you what?
A man finds you attractive?

It's a fairly
common occurrence, Connie.

That's why you seated him. That's
why you had me do Tito's cross.

I don't appreciate being
pimped out to the jury.

Connie, what about our
meeting with Timmy Serco?

You threw me out of the room
because he was lusting after you.

You used your sexuality
to get what you wanted.

All I did was
ask you to leave.

And then I conducted the interview exactly
as I would have if you hadn't been

there in the first place.

If you say so, fine.

What do you want to do
about Mr. Campbell?

We should tell the judge.

What? That he looked at you?
That he said hello?

It was inappropriate
communication.

You did nothing inappropriate.

If we tell the judge,
and she declares a mistrial,

we're throwing away our
best shot at Melinda Whitman.

She practically confessed on the stand
today, and she won't do it again.

It's not the point.

It's the only point.

Jack, are you going
to say something?

Jurors are people. Lawyers are people.
They have reactions.

We could put you
in a burka.

Jack.

Or hire robots to try cases.

Until then,
we use what we have.

By the way,
your jury's back.

It's your call.

We go listen to the verdict
or talk to the judge.

Whatever you want.

(DOOR CLOSES)

JUDGE: Madam Forewoman,
have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

On the charge of murder in the
second degree, how do you find?

We find the defendant guilty.

Connie...
Don't.

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