All language subtitles for Law & Order s19e06 Sweetie.eng

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.

SWEETIE: (READING)
"The way my mother told it was,

"she just looked up one
day and saw how pretty I am.

"It was the light, she said,
the way it came through the blinds.

"She saw that pretty boy
sitting across from her coloring on a placemat

"and saw a way
to boost her income,

"to buy that
double-wide in Abilene she had her eye on.

"That was the beginning
of my life in hell.

"No hope, no future.

"Just the next cheap trick in
a filthy truck stop bathroom, and then the one after that.

"But I survived,
and I escaped."

And it's all
in this book.

Buy a copy,
save a slut.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(AUDIENCE CHATTERING)

They loved you.
We just got invited out to Orchid.

Wanna go?
We have that book signing tomorrow.

I don't know...
Kate.

You don't even
like girls, remember?

I like Orchid.

You know how hard
it is to get in there?

Come on, you never
let me have any fun.

Fine. (LAUGHS)
(LAUGHS) Oh, girls! I am in.

(ALL LAUGHING)

LUPO: Cut lip.
Bloody nose.

Two gashes in the belly,
with matching slits in the shirt.

Smacked around,
then stabbed?

You find a knife?
My guys are looking.

Hey, cute Mr. Policeman,
you looking for a date?

(ALL LAUGH)

You want to move
that line back a little? Thanks.

Unsafe Sex Central.

Pants are buttoned up,
shirt's tucked in, so he didn't get very far.

No wallet, no ID.
Cell phone's dead.

Detectives.

This young lady says
she recognizes the body.

That's Sweetie Ness.
I saw him after Delilah called 911.

Is he a regular down here?
That how you know him?

You're kidding
me, right?

Don't you watch Oprah?
He's a writer.

Okay.

Thank you.

Sweetie Ness, horrible life
as a child prostitute,

wrote a memoir
about how he left it all behind.

Or not.

KATE: That's him.

That's Sweetie.

We called his publisher.
They gave us your name.

We don't usually get
referred to a victim's agent, Ms. Tenny.

Does he have
a family?

You're kidding.

Did you read
his book? No.

His mother was a prostitute.

She started selling him
for sex when he was 10.

She was killed by a John
when he was 14.

He got out and
turned himself around.

That's what the book
was about, right?

Ten years later.

LUPO: Then why was
he at the piers last night?

(SIGHS)
I don't know.

I thought he
stopped all that.

BERNARD: Having sex?

On piers, yes.

Do you have
his address? He drifted.

When he was in New York,
he stayed with me.

Did you see
him last night?

He had a reading
at AK-Forty-Eight.

Then we went to Orchid
with some of his fans.

I left at 1:00.

He was still partying.

Here.

(EXHALES)

You should know
where he came from.

Little Whore.

BERNARD: (READING)
"One thing about my mother, she had a sense of humor.

"One night she got drunk
and starting putting cigarettes out on my ass.

"'Butts to butt,
she said."

Hilarious.

I'm the manager.
You were asking about that writer?

BERNARD: Sweetie Ness.
He was here last night?

Flavor of the month.
Drew quite a crowd.

Like who?
Like everybody.

Madonna came by
with her entourage around midnight.

Mr. Ness was
hanging with some of them.

Madonna? The singer?

No, the mother
of our Lord.

You know, I didn't
know she traveled with an entourage.

(STAMMERS) Who was he
hanging with, exactly?

I can't believe this.
It is just so shocking.

BERNARD: We understand that
you were with Mr. Ness last night, Ms. Claiborne.

Lauren, please.

I met him at Orchid.
He seemed so sweet.

The paparazzi were crazy,
so Madonna didn't stay.

Um, I asked Sweetie to
take me to Blaine's Tavern.

It's a total dive,
near the piers.

I wanted to experience
what it was like

in the world that
Sweetie Ness came from.

That would be children
getting raped for $50.

(GASPS) What a horrible
thing to say.

What happened at
Blaine's, Ms. Claiborne?

Well, we had
a few drinks,

and then I lost
track of him.

I met a guy who
said he was bisexual,

and he actually was.

The last I saw Sweetie,

he was being hassled
by some fat girl.

He tried to get rid of her,
but she wouldn't leave.

Just kept asking him

about the poems
she sent him

"I feel your pain.
I cry your tears.

"I breathe you with
each heavy breath.

"I know you know
I have no fear of meeting you in death."

That's a candidate.
Signed, Harold Studinsky.

Do I want
to know?

Mmm-mmm.
LUPO: Poem's to Sweetie Ness

from his agent's
stalker file.

Half the writers
want to save him.

The other half want
to have his baby.

And some would be
moved to kill him

if they knew he didn't
share their emotion.

Or want an autographed
photocopy of his ass.

Hey, another poem.
Janice Dunlap. Boyden, Iowa.

She gives her number.
(SCOFFS)

"I've held you in
dreams of death and dying,

"As Juliet her Romeo
While barren earth was crying."

Hi, is Janice there?

This girl needs
to cheer up.

(LAUGHS)
LUPO: Do you know the name of her hotel?

Okay. She's on
vacation in New York.

JANICE: I would
never hurt Sweetie. I loved him.

Yeah, we read
your poem.

But when you went
up to him at Blaine's,

he didn't exactly love
you back, did he?

He just didn't understand
what I was trying to say.

He brushed you off.
He rejected you.

He just couldn't hear me.

It was so crowded.
I took out my phone

to try and take his picture
and it got knocked out of my hand.

I never even
found it.

I went outside and waited,
so I could get him alone.

Did you see
him come out? Yeah.

And before I
could get to him someone else came and...

Oh God, that guy.

What guy?

They wouldn't let me
into Orchid, so I waited on the street.

And this guy was there, too.
He was following Sweetie, too.

And he followed Sweetie
out of Blaine's?

Yes, and Sweetie
tried to get away,

but the guy
grabbed his arm and they were arguing.

What did this
guy look like, Janice?

He had blond hair.
Dyed blond and...

He was wearing, uh,
a jacket that said Royal or something.

And he was
at Orchid?

Hey, Lauren Claiborne.
She said the paparazzi was out in force over there.

All right.
LUPO: Don't leave town.

BERNARD: Did you get
any pictures of Sweetie Ness?

No, not on purpose.
The Advocate isn't a big market for me.

You mind if
we look through what you got?

Um, do you mind
if I see a warrant?

We could get one.

We may have to
shut you down for a couple of days

while we take
a real careful look around.

Here. I'll be
right over there.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Let's see what
we got here.

Am I just ignorant,
or are these not really celebrities?

Oh, just ignorant.

BERNARD: There...
There's Sweetie Ness and Lauren Claiborne.

Check behind them.
Yeah, there's Janice.

And the blond guy.
Mmm-hmm.

Regal Towing... Jim.

Is that your jacket?

Yeah. I lost that
on the subway.

Why don't we take
a walk over here?

All right, you want
to tell us what's going on, Jim?

Or we can show
the photo to your friends, see if they know something.

I lost it in a
pool game, okay?

Hmm, a pool
game where?

The Mine Shaft.

The mine what?
The Mine Shaft.

Mine Shaft,
the gay bar.

Yeah. I was just
having a beer.

Is that the guy
you lost it to?

Yeah, that's him.
The writer, Sweetie Ness.

No, not him,
the blond haired guy wearing your jacket.

Yeah. Him.
That's Sweetie Ness.

BARTENDER: Yeah.
He's been in.

What did he
call himself?

BERNARD: Sweetie Ness?

People call
themselves a lot of things around here.

You just missed
Dick Cheney.

Trust me,
I don't miss Dick Cheney.

Now, what about
this guy?

Yeah. He said he
was Sweetie Ness, the great big celebrity.

That's why he
couldn't afford to buy his own drinks.

So who did?

He did. The guy
at the pool table.

Hey, sweetheart!

They're asking
about your friend, Ernest Hemingway.

You, uh, strike up
an acquaintanceship with this guy here?

Yeah. Guess he
didn't exactly level with me.

About who he was,
I mean.

Well, when did you
figure that out?

When I saw a picture
of Sweetie Ness

in the Post and
it wasn't him...

Pretty damn
convincing, though.

Knew everything there
was to know about the guy. (LAUGHS)

Even had the cigarette
burns on his butt,

just like it says
in the book.

You know this how?
You two get naked right here in the bar?

We, uh, went
to his hotel.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

BERNARD: Housekeeping!

WOMAN: He checked in
a week ago.

And he hasn't
checked out?

Still his room.

Hey, let's go
get a warrant. Hold on.

You spent the night
here, Mr. Dewey?

Uh, yeah.

That makes you
a co-occupant.

Do we have your
permission to go in and look around?

Sure.
Great. Please?

(SHOUTING) NYPD!

You two wait here,
all right?

Guess those law classes
are paying off.

For this I get
extra credit.

Hey.

Yeah?
It's your favorite book.

(LAUGHS)
It's annotated.

He studied this to
get his story straight.

Lupes.

Looks like blood.

The blood on the shirt's a
type match for the victim.

DNA comparison's
going to take a while.

The blond guy
hasn't gone back to the hotel yet,

might be on the run.

Meanwhile, our prime
suspect in the killing of Sweetie Ness

is still Sweetie Ness.

Or somebody who
wants people to think he is Sweetie Ness.

Puffs himself up
by playing the part.

He was getting into
the role pretty good.

These are phone records
from his hotel room.

He made three
calls to Kate Tenny, the real Sweetie's agent.

KATE: Who is he?

You don't know?
He called you three times.

You saw the
pile of letters that I gave to you.

We also got
a lot of calls about Sweetie.

People wanting
interviews, sex.

God knows what.
I pretended to listen.

Yeah, well,
this guy thinks he is Sweetie Ness,

or puts on a
pretty good show.

So he's crazy.
He's not the only one.

He committed to the part.
Gave himself cigarette burns

to match the ones
Mama gave Sweetie.

Oh, God. He may
have gone further than he needed to there.

BERNARD: What do you mean?

I don't exactly want
the world to know,

but in his book,
Sweetie may have

exaggerated a few
of the gory details.

Poetic license?

He liked to give people
what they wanted.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)
Excuse me.

Yes?

Did she just tell us
Sweetie didn't really have those cigarette burns?

No, she said
he might not.

Why would she
make her star writer a liar?

Let's go look
at some skin.

Smooth as a
baby's bottom.

And there's something
else about his posterior you might find interesting.

He's supposed to
be a male prostitute?

I'm not sure he
was supposed to be, but he was.

Well, he's the
strangest prostitute I ever saw.

I checked for
evidence of sex before he was killed.

There's no indication.

There's also no indication
of fibrotic changes to his sphincter.

No scars, no warts,
no STDs.

He's an anal virgin.

So he lied about
the cigarette burns, the rapes, the arrests.

It's one of those
fake memoirs.

Or a stolen one.

We ran the prints
from the blond guy's hotel room.

Guess who is a
male prostitute? Cody Larson, 24.

Busts for drug possession,
loitering, soliciting, mostly in truck stops.

So Cody Larson really
was Sweetie Ness?

Mm-hmm.
He even had the burns.

So, you're thinking
he read that book

and figured someone
had stolen his life?

And motored up
to New York to get it back.

What about the agent,
Kate Tenny?

Was she conned by
a fake Sweetie Ness,

or was she in
on the gag?

Well, she didn't
have many clients.

Came out of nowhere
a couple of years ago as an agent.

Now, her bio only says
she used to be a journalist.

BERNARD: "Pretty Boys:
The Tragic Lives of Child Prostitutes. "

Yeah, Kate had a
way with those kids.

Really got them
to open up.

It's like she spoke
their language.

Yeah, she interviewed
a bunch of them.

Trailer parks, truck stops,
drugs, rapes.

His mother was
a monster.

She sold him
to her Johns

and laughed about
putting out cigarettes on his buttocks.

That was Cody Larson.
Right?

You met him
10 years ago when you wrote that article.

I don't know.
They used made-up names.

Yeah, then you
ripped him off

and wrote your book
based on his life story.

He must've been
plenty pissed when he found out.

He came to New York.
He called you.

I told you.
I get a lot of crazy calls.

You want to
hear crazy, lady?

That body that we
have in the morgue.

We ran it through
Missing Persons and it came back

an actor from Louisville
named Dale Marks.

His mother said
he came to New York

for some kind of job
and never came home.

You hired him to
play Sweetie Ness, didn't you?

Based on the book
that you wrote,

based on the life story
that you stole from Cody Larson.

Oh God.

Look, I thought the world
should know what was happening to these children.

No one was speaking up
for them, no one.

So you stepped up.

Cody wasn't going
to write a book.

I didn't even know
he could read.

And I didn't
think that it would get anyone killed.

Yeah, and while you've
been lying to us

to protect your
phony book,

the killer's been
getting away.

You have any ideas
where we can find him? Right now.

He called me.
He was angry.

He wanted the world
to know that he was Sweetie Ness,

and he wanted
some money,

so I sent him
a little, twice,

just so that I could
keep him quiet while I figured things out.

How'd you send
the money?

The first wire transfer
was picked up at a store in the West Village.

She sent the second one
the day before the murder.

It was picked up
last night at the Cross Bronx Truck Plaza.

Either he hopped on
a truck and he's gone...

Or he's back
to his old tricks,

working the truck stops.

Home sweet home.

You know,
I know that place from when I worked Vice.

There are 30 ways
in and out,

and truckers and
hustlers can smell cops a mile away.

So what should
we smell like?

How's my audio?

VAN BUREN: We can hear
your gears grinding.

Yeah, well, next time get me
a longer driving lesson.

All right, turn off
your headlights,

and leave the parking
and roof lights on.

Done.

Now you're going to
have to look for a date,

so go inside,
get the mouthwash.

Make sure people see it.

I don't mind
telling you this,

but that kind
of weirds me out a little.

That's a big 10-4, buddy.

Anything else?

That'll be it, thanks.

You looking for
a party, handsome?

I, uh, might be.
Not you though.

I like a man
who's all man.

Honey. (CHUCKLES)

I'm more man
than you can handle.

A little whiter, too,
and younger.

No offense.
None taken, honey.

The customer's
always right.

You know?
I got a friend now.

Just be sure to
give him an extra big tip for me, okay?

LUPO: It's been half an hour.

You think he's got
appointments backed up, or what?

Same old story.
White boy gets the job.

(LAUGHS)

Someone's coming your way.

I hear you're looking
for some company.

Come on in.

It's 30 for oral,
50 gets you anything you want.

I got 50.

Then I got
anything you want.

You read that book?

Pretty good.

That's me.
I'm Sweetie Ness.

I don't think so.
This guy got himself killed the other night.

You can't believe
everything you read in the papers.

Then who got
himself killed?

You don't know anything.
This guy was famous.

You're just some
truck-stop twink.

So what do you want
to do here exactly?

Hold on, hold on.

Cody, I'm a cop.
You're under arrest.

Oh, God.
Hold still!

And I'm going
to need that 50 bucks back.

Docket number 41678,
People v. Cody Larson.

Murder in the
Second Degree.

I didn't kill
that faker.

JUDGE: Okay, so we'll
make that a Not Guilty.

He was the crook.
He stole my life.

Mr. Haig, you might
suggest to your client that he put a sock in it.

He has a legitimate
grievance, Your Honor.

So does the dead guy.

Bail, Ms. Rubirosa?

No fixed address,
long criminal record...

Nothing more serious
than prostitution and petty theft.

Good news!
Free room and board. Remand.

I understand we can
thank your client

for broadcasting his
motive at the arraignment.

It doesn't mean
he killed anyone.

But Dale Marks
did steal your life, didn't he, Mr. Larson?

Or you thought
he did.

You ought to
call me Sweetie. I'm taking the name.

He just keeps on giving,
doesn't he?

His persona was
appropriated by Mr. Marks and Ms. Tenny.

We're filing suit
to claim a share of the royalties

from the book
they published.

Little Whore.

I assume you're
looking forward

to your share of
that settlement, Dave.

I don't usually see you
representing indigents.

Well, I do what I can.

A motion to exclude
the bloody shirt

the police found
in the hotel room.

I might have
cut his lip or something, but I didn't kill him.

They had no warrant,
and Mr. Larson didn't consent to the search.

He didn't need to.
The room's other occupant consented.

Mr. Dewey?
He wasn't living there. He was renting.

Which would make
him a resident, with a right of privacy,

and the standing to
waive that privacy.

The room isn't
what he was renting.

HAIG: This affidavit from
Mr. Dewey attests

that he paid Mr. Larson
for his time and sexual favors.

That's not what
he told the police.

Because he
was embarrassed.

They like to kid
themselves, you know?

So you make 'em
think you like 'em.

Like you wouldn't
take the money from just anybody.

But you would.

Thank you, Mr. Larson.

Clearly, Mr. Dewey
was a customer, and not a roommate.

CUTTER: Overnight guests
have an expectation of privacy.

The police couldn't
have searched

Mr. Dewey's things
without a warrant.

Conversely, he had standing
to give them permission to enter.

The Supreme Court
decided this in Minnesota v. Olson.

HAIG: That doesn't apply
to commercial visitors.

If I'm shopping at Macy's
and fall asleep on a couch, it doesn't mean I live there.

CUTTER: The police didn't
know the circumstances.

They had reason to believe
Mr. Larson and Mr. Dewey had a personal relationship.

How long have
they been cops? Eleven minutes?

They should have
gotten a warrant.

The motion to
suppress is granted.

He's wrong
on the law. It's a gray area.

So I have to listen
to a murderer tell me

how to pick up Johns
at the Mine Shaft, and then let him walk?

(LAUGHS) We still
have Larson's motive.

Dale Marks stole
his life and Larson knew it.

We have a photo
of him stalking Marks

and the witness who
saw him accost Marks right before the murder.

One witness.
Nail her down.

I don't know.
It was really dark outside.

You told the police
you saw Cody Larson

follow Dale Marks
outside of Blaine's Tavern.

They argued and when
Mr. Marks walked away,

Mr. Larson followed.

I'm not sure.

You're not sure
about what?

Maybe they were
just talking.

I was just so focused
on the one that got killed.

I thought he was Sweetie.

Ms. Dunlap, I'm assuming
that you didn't lie to the police.

I was very emotional.

I thought Sweetie
had just been killed.

Maybe I was looking
for somebody to blame,

on the subconscious
level, you know?

Maybe that influenced
my perceiving.

Her subconscious mind
might have influenced her perceptions?

Who's she been
hanging out with? Sigmund Freud?

Worse. Check out
the visitors' log from Rikers.

She's been visiting
Cody Larson in jail.

Or, as he now
prefers to be called, Sweetie.

She's obsessed
with Sweetie Ness,

and now she knows
Dale Marks was an imposter,

she's changing
her story to protect the real Sweetie.

Yeah, but is he the
real Sweetie?

I understand he has
some cigarette burns on his ass

that make a
pretty good case.

I was reading
Little Whore

and Cody Larson's
probation record.

He was raised
by his aunt

who put him
in Catholic school until he ran away.

Well, there's no
aunt in the book, no Catholic school.

And, the book says
that he spent three months in a work camp in Michigan.

Michigan Corrections
has no record of a Cody Larson.

Kate Tenny interviewed
a dozen kids for her article, right?

Sweetie Ness is
a composite.

KATE: My publisher
called me in.

They're talking about
pulping the book.

Well, maybe if
it wasn't a total fraud.

Look, I may have
screwed up,

but this book is
about real victims,

about a situation that
needs to be stopped.

We need to find
some of the other hustlers you interviewed.

That's not going to be easy.
They've all grown up.

I don't even know
if I have my notes anymore.

We can get a warrant
and go through your office looking for them.

Yeah, maybe even
your publisher's, too.

I'll send you what I have.

No question about it.
That's my stuff in there.

You're buying
me lunch, right? Yeah, sure.

Is there any
particular reason

why this office is flying
gay prostitutes in from all over the country?

It's the
Cody Larson trial.

He's entitled to
a jury of his peers.

That's fellow citizens,
not fellow hustlers.

It's not for
the jury, Jack.

We have a witness problem.

And these men
are the solution?

Hey, she's here.

Stay. Watch. Learn.

Rooted to the spot.

Uh, Ms. Dunlap,
this is Jack McCoy, our District Attorney.

Uh-huh.

Who are they?
Out there. Oh, you noticed.

What do you want?
I told that lady

that I don't remember
anything from that night.

Because you don't
want to testify against Sweetie Ness.

Because I couldn't
see good.

Now, you came
here from Iowa

because you admire
Sweetie Ness,

and you don't want
to be the one to send him to prison, right?

Ms. Dunlap, say hello
to Mr. Dean, Mr. Ramirez, and Mr. Stocker.

Oh, and by the way,
they're all Sweetie Ness.

What?

They were all interviewed
by Kate Tenny when she was a journalist.

Here. "I told him no
and started to run.

"He said,
come back here, boy,

"or I'll let
the dog loose."

Damn bitch bit
me right here.

Still got the scar.

You know where
Uncle Louie got me.

And here.
"My mother was drunk and roaring.

"She tossed the
burned chicken at me, plate and all."

Plate hit me here.
Had to get my uppers replaced.

I still can't
chew right.

Stop it.

Kate Tenny used
all their stories in this book.

Cody Larson is no
more Sweetie Ness than any one of them is.

I don't know.

A man was murdered,
Ms. Dunlap.

His real name
was Dale Marks

and he was
really murdered by Cody Larson.

And you need
to tell the truth about what you saw,

about what you know.

Just a minute.
I'll need to see those.

Lady, I got
three subpoenas,

and none of
them is for you.

He's a process server,
from Cody Larson's attorney.

He'd like our visitors to
testify for the defense.

How'd he know
they were here?

Cody and me,
we keep in touch.

I'll take those.
Consider them served.

You just gave the defense
three alternate theories of the crime.

If they're all Sweetie Ness,
they all had motive to kill Mr. Marks.

Oh, I stayed.
I watched.

What is it I was
supposed to learn?

Cody called me a
couple of months ago

and asked me if
I'd seen that book.

This was the
first I'd heard.

And how did Mr. Larson
like that book? He didn't.

Um, said it was
full of stories,

his stories,
that he'd been ripped off royal.

Did he indicate
what he was going to do about that?

Come up to New York
and set things straight.

I see. Thank you.

You were already
in New York, weren't you?

Yeah, I'd been
living here a while.

Some of your stories
were in that book, too.

Yeah. I went out
and found a copy after I talked to Cody.

It had the thing
about my teeth, bunch of stuff.

So you'd been
ripped off royal, too.

STOCKER: You could say.
So you had the same reason

to be angry
at Mr. Marks that the defendant did,

the same motive
to kill him.

He'd stolen
your life, too.

Except I didn't care.

Really?
You didn't care about the money?

Didn't care about
the fame?

I'm all set,
thanks.

Got married a
few months ago to a very nice man.

Very generous.

I do not need
to rock that boat.

I got a lot of calls
about Sweetie.

He attracted all
kinds of people.

But did anyone
other than Cody Larson

ever complain to you
that the book had stolen their stories?

No. No one ever did.

That wouldn't have
made sense anyway,

since the stories
were Cody's.

You mean,
some of the stories

in the book came
from things you'd heard from Cody Larson.

No. I may have
helped him out

with a few other things
I'd picked up, that was my job.

But Cody Larson
is the author of Little Whore.

He is Sweetie Ness.

Ms. Tenny.

Didn't you tell me
before this trial

that you wrote that book,
drawing on the lives of a dozen young men?

I told you what
you wanted to hear.

You threatened me.

She threatened me.

She said she was
going to search my publisher's office.

They would have
dropped me.

I couldn't let that happen.

Sweetie... Cody.
He has another book coming out.

CUTTER: If Cody is
Sweetie Ness,

then why did
you stand next to Dale Marks

and tell the whole world
he was Sweetie Ness?

We hired Dale.
Cody wanted to protect his privacy.

Look, Cody was in no
shape to face the public.

The types of demands
fans placed on Dale

when they thought
he was Sweetie...

It got pretty crazy.

It may have
gotten him killed.

She's lying.
She's been saying she faked that book

to save abused children
but it's making a fortune,

and this puts her
back in business.

Larson's lawyer probably
brokered the deal.

Maybe. But she
just shot your motive to hell.

Sweetie Ness
had no reason to kill someone

he'd hired to
impersonate himself.

Cody Larson isn't
Sweetie Ness.

JACK: He drops
his pants to the jury

and shows them the
burns on his butt,

they might
believe he is.

Are you
enjoying this?

Enjoying watching my
prosecutors lose control

of their witnesses,
and their case?

That's not the word
that leaps to mind.

CONNIE: Okay,
so what if it's true? What she said.

Oh, please.
She said the fans got crazy.

We know one crazy fan
who was next to the fake Sweetie

right before
he got killed.

Your star witness,
right?

I just got this.
Sweetie's book from Paris, in French.

No one else in America
has one of these yet.

And look, autographed.

Love to a
very special fan.

And he said that
he read my poems, him and Miss Tenny.

He said that
they were going to put them in his next book.

Janice, you met
those other men.

You know that
Cody isn't really Sweetie Ness, right?

You lied to me.
Cody told me things that no one else could know.

Like here.

Where he talks
about the great love of his life. Chris.

That's a girl,
not a guy.

Sweetie wasn't
even really gay.

He just went
with men for money.

And Chris lived
in Little Rock, but then she died.

Janice, if you don't
testify truthfully about what you saw,

we're going to charge
you with perjury.

You're not going
to drop the charges?

Cody Larson
killed a man.

We're not going to
let it go because he gave you

a phony story
and an autograph.

You know if he wasn't
really gay, Janice,

that means there's
a possibility that you and he...

Is that what
you were thinking?

Okay. I did it.

Did what?

I killed the fake Sweetie.

She didn't kill anybody.

CONNIE: The water's
pretty muddy, Mike.

All the defense has
to do is put her on the stand.

Well, that won't
be necessary. I will.

And call the authorities
in Boyden, Iowa,

or wherever the hell
she came from.

JANICE: I went up to Dale
outside the bar.

I thought he was Sweetie,
and he told me to get lost,

and I told him
I just wanted to talk.

And he said
I was bothering him.

And he said
terrible things. It was awful.

The real Sweetie
would understand.

So, I followed him
and got next to him again and he shoved me hard.

And I had a knife
I carry for protection, and I took it out,

I don't know why.

And I didn't mean
to stab him. I'm so sorry.

How many times?
What?

How many times did you stab
him without even knowing why?

(SIGHS) I don't know.
It was like a dream. Like a nightmare.

You don't know
because you didn't do it.

Isn't that right?
No.

You told the police
the last time you saw the victim

he was with Cody Larson.

That was before,
when Dale came out of the bar.

He was making
a phone call. It was noisy inside,

then Sweetie came
after him.

You mean Cody.

Cody is Sweetie.

They talked.

And then Sweetie...
I mean Cody,

left, and then that's
when I came up to Dale and it happened.

Janice, do you
love Sweetie Ness?

Um, I guess, in a way.

Kind of.

(GIGGLING)

Do you think
he loves you?

He's never said
anything like that,

but he did write
some really nice notes about my poetry.

But, he never
wrote to you about your poems before, did he?

When you mailed
them to him?

No.

Of course, that was
before he needed you to falsely confess

to a murder
so he could go free.

That was before
we knew each other.

And now he confides
in you, right?

He tells you things
he wouldn't tell anyone else.

Like about a person
named Chris, his one true love?

Yes. Chris was...
"Not exactly what I made him out to be.

"The main thing being,
Chris wasn't a him at all, Chris was a she."

Two months ago, taken
from an interview given by Dale Marks as Sweetie.

They're giving
you old news, Janice.

You're selling yourself cheap.

I'm not selling anything.

The fake Sweetie
blew you off that night, right?

Because he was hanging out
with the beautiful people.

That wasn't the real Sweetie.

If Cody Larson gets
acquitted, he'll be running in the same circles.

You can't compete with them.

All you can do
for Cody is go to jail for him.

That's not what I'm doing.

Do you have any friends?
Sure.

A boyfriend?

Not right now. I had one.

Was his name Chuck?
A truck driver?

Yes.

That would be
Charles R. Thomas?

Who was so
enamored of you that he went to court

to get a restraining
order to keep you from bothering him.

This restraining order?

(IN A CHOKED VOICE)
That was a mistake.

Janice, haven't people
been pushing you away

and telling you
to get lost your entire life?

They know that, Janice.
These people are using you.

And you know it.

Now, let's just
get the truth out, and say it how it really is.

Did you kill Dale Marks?

No.

The last time
I saw him, he was with Sweetie.

I mean Cody.
I mean... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Sweetie.
I'm sorry.

(SOBBING)

CUTTER: I understand
it wasn't pretty.

It saved her
from going to jail for a crime she didn't commit.

Here.

Trial's over, Connie.
We're just waiting for the jury.

No, Janice said
that Dale Marks

was using a phone
when he left the bar. JACK: So?

The police checked
his cell records.

He didn't make
any calls that night.

His battery was dead.
So, how was he using a phone?

Janice said that
she lost hers. Maybe he picked it up.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Jury's back.

JUDGE: Members of the jury,

on the charge of murder
in the second degree

against Cody Larson,
how do you find?

JUROR: We find the
defendant guilty.

(JUDGE POUNDS GAVEL)

(INAUDIBLE)

Pull Janice Dunlap's
cell phone records.

There were two calls.
One at 3:00 a.m. To a limo company,

that was cut off short.

Must have been the call
that Dale Marks was making

when he left the bar,
and was interrupted by Cody.

The second call
was 30 minutes later.

I thought Dale Marks
was dead 30 minutes later.

Cody's story is that
he fought with Marks,

gave him a bloody lip,
but left him alive.

So, whom did Marks call
with his bloody lip?

Kate Tenny.
The agent?

We lifted her prints
off a book she gave the detectives.

Put them in the system,
this came back.

You did just
convict somebody else of your murder.

I know.

Let's go see
Ms. Tenny.

Running late. Marketing
meeting at the publisher.

I hear they're doing
Sweetie's second book.

Mmm, 200,000 first printing,

first serial in Vanity Fair.
Hollywood is calling.

Even though
the author's locked up?

Oh, that does
kind of mess up the book tour.

But, there is some
kind of romance in a jailhouse writer.

Maybe you could do the tour.

Me? (SCOFFING)
I don't think I'd pass for a gay male hooker.

No. But you were a hooker.

CONNIE: We have
your record.

You were arrested
at 16 and at 18 for prostitution.

CUTTER: And there were
sealed arrests when you were 12 and 13.

A child.

That's why the book
is so convincing, isn't it?

Why it feels so real.

You're Sweetie Ness.

That's ridiculous.

What would happen if we
tracked down your mother, what would we find?

What kind of monster?

My mother is dead,
God rest her soul.

CUTTER: What happened, Kate?

Did Dale Marks call you
after Cody Larson knocked him around?

Say he'd had enough?
He wanted out?

So, you had
to go down there and keep him quiet,

and things got
a little out of hand?

Mr. Cutter,
what a wonderful imagination you have.

Maybe you should
write a book.

Or...

(IN HUSKY VOICE)
If you ever wanna party

with somebody nice
and tight, sugar daddy,

you just give me a call.

(NORMAL VOICE) Now,
if you'll excuse me, I'm late for my meeting.

The police
searched Kate Tenny's home and office.

There was no sign
of a murder weapon.

They canvassed every hooker
south of 14th Street.

Nobody saw her
the night Dale Marks was murdered.

So, there's no
actual evidence.

I'm filing to vacate
the conviction of Cody Larson.

You can't prove
she did it.

Something may turn up.

And if it doesn't?

She wins. We lose.

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