All language subtitles for Law & Order (1990) - S10E04 - Merger (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 ImE)-4.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.

Fifteen people?
I cooked enough for 50.

You think anyone eats it?

So concerned if
they're gonna fit

into their tiny little clothes.

Well, I guess
a rehearsal dinner,

Mr. and Mrs. Vance want to make
sure they put out a good spread.

Honey, if I had that spread
when I was getting married,

my man might've stayed
just for the leftovers.

(LAUGHING)

Oh! Sweet Jesus!

It's Christy Garrison!

Quick, get Mr. Vance!

Christy Garrison, 15.

ID'd by her dad,
Michael Garrison.

You read about him? Guy's
worth half a billion dollars.

Another lesson in
what money can't buy.

He the suit or the blue shirt?

Blue shirt. Guy in the suit
is Mark Vance, the neighbor.

That the lady who
found the girl?

Yeah, Vondie Morris.
She's the Vances' cook.

She wrings her hands one more
time, they're gonna fall off.

Anything in her pockets?

20 bucks.
An inhaler, full.

BRISCOE: Ah, asthma. Sex?

Don't know. Clothes aren't
torn, her nails look fine.

No sign of a struggle.

Yeah, except somebody
clocked her against the wall.

Well, no robbery.
Her jewelry's still on.

Stick here, Agnelli. Be nice.

Miss Morris, uh,
you came outside...

At 7:30. I let Nell
in, another maid.

I'm a live-in.
Nell, she lives out.

You see or hear anything last night?
Early this morning?

No. I was tired.
Had an early night.

You knew this girl?

I've seen her time to time.
Outside smoking, that's all.

Do you need me? I got breakfast
to put on the table.

No. Maybe later. Thanks.

ED: ...doing outside in
the middle of the night?

I don't know what she
was doing outside

in the middle of
the night, Detective.

We all went to bed early.

We had dinner together
last night. Our house.

Both families. Everyone.

Anybody have a bedroom
faces the alley?

Yes, we do. But we
didn't hear anything.

You go in, Mr. Garrison. You be with your family.
We'll be in shortly.

Is that gate locked
all the time?

Yes.

Uh, who has access
to it from the outside?

Immediate families.
Mine, Michael's.

My chauffeur, Sammy. He's the
only one with an opener.

Could you get him, please?

He's not here yet.
He was due at 6:30.

He late a lot?

Not like this.

He comes, takes the limo out
of the garage, pulls it up.

Can we see the limo?

Yes, of course.

Sammy been with you long?

Since the beginning of the year.
He's Vondie's son.

Why do I get the feeling Sammy
won't be calling in sick?

I haven't seen my son.
He doesn't check in with me.

Did you talk to him on the phone?
Uh-uh.

Any idea where he is?

Mr. Vance knows
where he lives.

We sent a patrol car
to his house, Mrs. Morris.

Sammy wasn't there.

Now, where else could he be?

A girlfriend?

I don't know why he's not here.

I don't know why
you're so keen on

whoever killed that
poor child being my child.

I'm just keen on finding
out who did it, Mrs. Morris.

Why is it always some raised-right
black boy you got your eye on?

She must have gone outside.

She knew I hated smoking.

I should have let
her smoke in here.

Did she know Sammy Morris?

I can't see how.

Christy goes
to boarding school.

She's just been back two days.

Either of you have
dealings with him?

He drove us, Nick and me.

Nick is?

Mercedes' fiancé,
Nicholas Vance.

What's Sammy like?

I don't know.
He's just the driver.

The last time either of you
saw Christy was what time?

We left the Vances'
around 10:00 o'clock.

Mike Vance was tired.

He had, uh, chemo
for prostate cancer.

So, it was right after that,

maybe 10:30, when my
angel went to bed.

The last time I saw her.

Mark leaves before I'm awake.

I rarely see Sammy.

He seemed a nice
enough young man.

How about you two?

He sometimes drives me
when Dad doesn't need him.

He's a pretty friendly guy.

Friendly with the neighbors?

If Christy was outside, I'm sure
he would have talked to her.

You ever talk to him?

No. Dad won't
let him drive me.

Ethan doesn't need a driver.

Caught him outside smoking
a joint one morning.

Said something about it, and
he just told me to shut up.

Any other problems?

A week ago my father said
he had to set Sammy straight.

Set him straight?

MERCEDES: Nick.

BRISCOE:
Excuse me. I hate to intrude,

but your father had to set
Sammy straight about what?

He was using the limo's
car phone for personal calls.

Who was he calling?

Sounded like a girlfriend.

You know who she is?
No, sir.

Do you have the
cell phone bills?

Regina isn't here.
What's she done?

We're after her
boyfriend, Sammy.

She left with him last night.
What time?

I heard them. Five
something in the morning,

they're dressed,
going out the door.

Any idea where they
might have gone?

She said they were going to her
sister Evelyn's in Queens.

I hope they stay there.

I can get some
sleep for a change.

You got the sister's address?

Yeah. I'll get it.

I come home after
the night shift,

the wife and kids are gone.

Bitch takes the suitcase,
the kids' clothes.

Any idea where they'd go that
time of night, Mr. Jasper?

That time of night,
I expect my wife flat

on her back in bed,
legs spread.

Her busy-body sister, Reggie, she
must have put her up to this.

Yeah, well, leaving you
in the lurch and all.

My point. So, you're
gonna get my kids, right?

Bring my wife back?

Well, we'd love to help you out, Mr. Jasper,
but we don't know where they are.

Well, where'd she go? It'll
only be her mother's in Jersey.

This time, I want you
to arrest my no-good husband.

Well, actually we're
looking for Sammy Morris.

You're Regina Cobb?

Reggie. What do you want with Sammy?
Man's a hero.

Sure. Where's the hero now?

My sister calls last night.

Says Frankie the Fist beat
on her before going to work.

Come get her. I call Sammy.

He says he'll get the limo, come
over, get me, go to Queens,

we'll get my sister, the kids.

So, he stole Mr. Vance's limo?

Borrowed.

He brought us by here.

And then what?
He just vanishes?

Brady threw up again.

These men don't need to know
your brother's business.

Your little brother got sick?

In the car.
Uncle Sammy was mad.

He gotta get the car washed.

So, where's the
nearest car wash?

Sammy Morris?

Yeah. We need you
to come with us.

What for?
Borrowing the car?

For the murder
of Christy Garrison.

What, the sister?
She's murdered?

You're kidding me.
If I was kidding you,

I'd be wearing a fez
and no pants.

I didn't do anything, man.
I swear for God.

School ID. Christy
Francis Garrison.

Lipstick inside, pocket
mirror, palm pilot.

Let's go.

I was bringing the limo back.

Accident in the tunnel
held us up, Brady got sick.

I had to wait for
the car wash to open.

I couldn't bring the
limo back like that.

Yeah, right. Compared
to offing the neighbor,

messing up the boss's
car is a big no-no.

I had nothing to do with
what happened to that girl.

Lab found semen
in the back seat,

Sam, next to
Christy's disco bag.

You have nothing
to do with that?

What, you think I'm gonna
hop in the back seat,

have a go at my girlfriend, her
sister and kids in the car?

Actually, that's not
what we were thinking.

Is my mom okay?

BRISCOE: Your mom's fine, kid.
She's the true believer.

I didn't do anything.
That's why she believes me.

Well, she's the only one
holding down the fort.

You ask Mr. Vance. He knows
I had nothing to do with it.

How would he know?

I get along with him.
He gives me my props.

And Christy Garrison?
She disrespect you?

I don't know her.

But the rest of her family, they
got more money than manners.

Right. So, you figure you
make friends with Christy,

get close to that money, and maybe
some of it falls in your pocket.

Around those people,
I keep my hands in my pocket.

All right, so if you're straight with
this, you'll volunteer some blood.

We can test it
against the semen.

Do it. So, my mom won't get in trouble.
Go ahead.

No jackpot, gentlemen. Lab says Sammy's
blood doesn't type with the semen.

Lot of traffic in that limo.

The M.E. put the time of death between
3:00 and 5:00 in the morning.

So, who came knocking
at her back door last night?

I found something.

It's a handwritten
note in her palm pilot.

"It's the bomb. Call me."
And it's signed Kelly.

There's a phone number
and a time, 12:30 last night.

Maybe Christy went out,
brought someone back with her.

Her parents said the little
angel went to bed at 10:30.

You were never a kid?

Allspice didn't
take his ginkgo.

I met Christy down at
Club Isis, on Avenue B.

She with anybody, Kelly?

Everybody. She was wasted.
Coming on to everyone.

BRISCOE: What's this note
"It's the bomb" mean?

It means it's cool.

What was cool?
The whole scene.

So, you met her, you hung out
a little while, then what?

She had trouble breathing.

I think she ran out of her
asthma medication or something.

She left with some guy.
ED: You know him?

You remember what
he looked like?

WOMAN: Kelly.
I don't know.

Look, I gotta go
help a customer.

No, you gotta help us.

Now, what did the boy
at this cool scene look like?

He was cute. Just a general impression.
It was dark, you know?

He wearing anything
you remember?

No.

Okay, go ahead. Thanks
for all your help.

CSU found a full inhaler in
Christy's pocket at the scene,

but her inhaler was
empty at the club.

There's a 24-hour drugstore
on First and Avenue A.

Yeah, I remember her.
Pretty girl. Pretty sick.

She came in with a boy, showed me her
inhaler, and, uh, wanted a refill.

You give it to her?
Oh, yeah. Standard procedure.

I gave her one from behind
the counter to hold her.

Got her doc's phone number,
went to call for a refill,

and when I got back,
they're gone.

Can we see your
security camera tapes?

Yeah, sure.

Okay.

There.

Time stamp's in the corner.

BRISCOE: 12:56 a.m.
There's Christy.

Who's that?

BRISCOE: That's Ethan Vance.

Another angel who
went to bed early.

She called me just
before midnight,

and she said she
wanted to go to a club.

ED: How'd she sound?

She was up for going out. A witness
at the club said she was wasted.

Look it, I didn't give
her anything, okay?

Look it, you lied to us, okay? Believing
you isn't at the top of our list.

I don't like
your tone, Detective.

I was trying to protect
her reputation.

She gonna get
a rep for wheezing?

So, you brought
her home. Then what?

I stayed with her while she had
a smoke, and I went to bed.

BRISCOE: What time?

Uh, I don't know
It was before 2:00.

You didn't take her out for a quick
spin around the back of the limo?

No.

ED: We heard she was at the club
flirting with anything with a heartbeat.

Yeah. So?

That make you jealous?

That was kid stuff.

Well, at 15, she was a kid.

Maybe you should have
thought of that before

you took advantage of her condition.
KAUFER: That's enough.

He admits to being
with Miss Garrison,

not to having sexual relations.

Fine. Then let him
volunteer his blood.

KAUFER: Absolutely not. ED:
Sammy Morris gave blood.

He isn't Sammy Morris.

You said you'd cooperate.

We have. But on this point,

I have to listen
to our attorneys.

All right. We'll have to let the
district attorney handle it.

KAUFER: Besides invading
the privacy of an individual

who hasn't been
charged with any crime,

a DNA match would
prove nothing.

It would certainly place
him with the victim

at the approximate
time she was killed.

You have any other supporting
evidence for a murder charge?

They have nothing
except sleazy innuendo.

Which even if true,
is evidence of nothing.

It might be evidence of rape.

There is no evidence
of forcible sex.

Statutory rape.

Oh, go on.
Your Honor,

this is simply an attempt to
embarrass a prominent family.

Miss Carmichael, I have to weigh
Mr. Vance's privacy rights against

the chance you'll
establish a fact,

which isn't even evidence
of a substantial crime.

Motion denied.
But Your Honor...

Until you have actual
evidence of murder,

take no for an answer, hmm?

ED: The girl was
a walking drugstore.

Tox panel shows cocaine, GHB, marijuana,
liquor, Xanax, albuterol, Ativan, aspirin.

We're still waiting on the
other autopsy test results.

So far, that's it?

So far, we got some rich folks
running interference for their brat.

You got a problem
with rich people?

Other than the fact
that they're trying

to buy their way out from
under a murder charge?

They're just trying
to protect their kid.

With or without a platinum
card, they're still parents.

Parents who have their names on
a wing at the public library.

So, they impressed a judge.

Find something more impressive.

I don't see how you
can be right about this.

I mean, the Vances
are practically family.

They're the best people.
Well, the parents, maybe.

No, even their boys.

Ethan admits to taking your daughter
to a club at 1:00 in the morning.

Ever know Ethan to lose his temper?
Get violent?

No. No.
No.

Did Christy have
a thing going with him?

No. They were like brother and
sister, ever since we moved in.

ED: When was that?
Two years ago.

Ever get the impression Ethan wanted
to be more than a big brother?

No. Never.

BRISCOE: I don't get it.

The kid takes your daughter
out for a night on the town,

and you're not the least
bit suspicious of him?

You don't understand.

The Vances have gone out of their
way to make us feel at home.

So? You're rich, they're rich.

Why shouldn't they
make you feel welcome?

(EXHALES) The Vances, as you
very well know, are old money.

And the ink isn't
dry on your dough.

People like the Vances often
don't let you forget it.

Mark and Marianna have
been awfully decent to us.

It is hard to believe
that their son could

have anything to do
with Christy's death.

VONDIE: You apologize
all you want.

That won't get my
boy his job back.

Look, Sammy cooperated.
We hope you will, too.

So, I tell you stories
out of school,

then I'll be looking
for a job, too.

We just want the truth.

The truth is that little girl
wasn't such a good girl.

Why do you think they sent
her to boarding school?

We know she had bad habits.
What about Ethan?

Look, you have to talk
to us, Mrs. Morris.

Ethan did a little drinking.
All boys do that.

He ever get violent
when he drank?

No. He got sick
sometimes, that's all.

Ever forget what he
did the night before?

I don't know.
He's not an alcoholic.

But he drinks
enough to get sick.

(SIGHS) By accident.

He gets drunk by accident?

Yes. Like at Nick's
bachelor party.

They carried Ethan home,
sick as a pup.

It was because he gave blood that morning
at his school and he hadn't eaten.

That was his excuse?
He gave blood? Where?

At his school, Langley Prep.

I don't see anything here.

Langley Prep. Two weeks ago. Blood drive.
Ethan Vance. You have records of that.

We do. And you keep
records for public use?

Tracking donors, eliminating AIDS,
other blood-transmitted diseases?

Of course. And the donated blood
is carefully screened, tracked?

Yes, but it's
private information.

We're not asking you to tell us
if Ethan Vance has any disease.

We just want to know
where the blood is.

We don't want to drink it.

V-A-N-C-E. Ethan Daniel.

We'd like to know
if the blood was used.

No, it was not used. And,
no, I can't give it to you.

BRISCOE: You see this?
Oh.

Ah.

You see this?

Temporary restraining order. We're
prevented from giving up the blood.

Who issued this thing?

Judge Walter Schreiber.

So, does this mean somebody comes in
here bleeding from every orifice,

you can't give
it to them either?

That means, you're B-positive,
Detective, and your head explodes,

I gotta take a pass.

(SIGHS)

CARMICHAEL: Why slap an order
on the blood if they aren't

concerned about what
the blood will show?

Violation of doctor-patient
privilege, pure and simple.

Why Miss Carmichael's insistent
on getting her panties in a...

Mr. Eliezer.

Ethan Vance gave the blood
away in a school drive.

There was no privilege implied,
nor any expectation of it.

There wasn't even a doctor.
ELIEZER: Doctor? Nurse?

What difference does it make?
It was a medical procedure.

Privilege implies choice about
how the blood would be used.

Ethan Vance did not, nor could he,
mandate to whom the blood would

be given or in what
manner it might be used.

Once he provided it to a
federally funded agency,

his blood became public domain.

I think the key words here,
Your Honor, are "his blood."

It was blood given up
to be used on or for anyone.

It was not a blood test.

SCHREIBER: I agree.

The minute he gave blood, Mr. Vance
forfeited his right to privacy.

I'll lift the
restraining order.

The police can have the blood.

Ethan Vance's DNA didn't
match the semen in the limo.

But it matched the semen
found in the girl's body.

I thought you already
did a rape kit.

This wouldn't have
shown up on a rape kit.

Oh, the New York Disco Diet.

She had sex within
a half hour of her death.

Different semen. So, there's
another player on the scene.

One from the home team.

I ran a mitochondrial DNA
on the two semen samples.

They're from two
related individuals.

(SIGHS)

M.E. says we can
count the father out.

With prostate surgery,
chemo, she doubts if

he could come up
with the goods.

That leaves the groom,
Nicholas Vance.

Bring both brothers in?

Absolutely.
Charge them with murder?

Their lawyers will have that
bounced before we can say boo.

Start with statutory rape, and we'll
work up the food chain from there.

Ethan Vance, we're
gonna need your hands.

Why? You're under arrest for
the rape of Christy Garrison.

You can thank me later.

I hope you went
for the Ming vase.

What do you want?

We can, uh, talk
in my car, huh?

What can you possibly have to tell me in
your car that you can't tell me here?

That you're under arrest.

This is ridiculous. For what?

Rape.
What? Who?

Mr. Vance, in the car, please.
No, no, no, no, no.

Just who did I allegedly rape?

Your late future
sister-in-law.

I'm sorry, Miss.

A million dollars each?
That's ludicrous, Your Honor.

My clients are charged
with statutory rape.

And forcible rape. They're
also suspects in a murder.

They had sex with a 15-year-old
within half an hour of her death.

If they had substantiating
evidence of murder,

they would have charged
my clients with murder.

I want to keep them from running
before we can gather that evidence.

These are people of means... And
people without means never flee?

Your Honor, Nicholas Vance is engaged to be married.
Ethan is a full-time student.

This family is well known.

And well connected enough
to facilitate flight.

Two million dollars
is simply prohibitive.

They have assets.

The Vances are heavily
invested, Your Honor.

They would have to liquidate
a large part of their assets.

Property, then.
Mortgaged.

Some in the process of being
sold, others in escrow.

Mr. Kaufer, is this
a temporary situation,

or are your clients just poor?

Pedal back on the sarcasm,
Miss Carmichael.

The charge at present
is not murder.

A million each for two counts
of rape is not indicated.

Bail is set at $100,000 per.

(GAVEL STRIKES)

You can expect our motions
on this crap tomorrow.

Sounds like you're the one
with the knot in your shorts.

The firm of Eliezer, Kaufer
and Larkin has 500 lawyers.

And all of them must have been
working on these last night.

ADAM: Yes, right.

They cover the waterfront.
Everything from tossing

the DNA to changing
the color of my lipstick.

They have studies from
a Dr. Euclidene of Lucerne,

a lab in the UK, expert witnesses
lined up from all points.

They're bringing in
the pros from Dover.

Yeah, and the pros will confuse a
jury enough to make them think

DNA is a new pop group.

The Vances are spending
a lot of money for people

who were pleading poverty
at the bail hearing.

Well, I checked their finances.
Lots of restructured loans.

The old money seems to be
getting a bit arthritic.

Maybe they borrowed a cup
of money from their neighbor.

The Vances still have fire power.
They will not go gently.

Neither will we.
Read and respond.

What about your
murder investigation?

Search warrant's already
executed on the Vances' house.

The boys' rooms, Ethan's locker
at school came up empty.

Any evidence that
this was forcible rape?

CARMICHAEL: No.

Then where's their
motive for murder?

Ethan had motive. Jealousy.

He has sex with Christy first, and
comes back and finds her with Nick.

And Nick slept with his
fiancée's under-age sister.

She tells anyone, it might put
the kibosh on the wedding plans.

Two motives,

one possible killer.

Pick one.

Nicholas Vance is not
Mercedes' former fiancé.

They're still engaged.

I'm sorry? I'm confused.

We have proof he had sexual
relations with your sister.

I don't believe it.

It's okay, Mercedes.

Nick wouldn't do that.

PEPPER: We're told you can make DNA
say anything you want it to say.

Why in the world would we want to...
I don't know.

First you picked on this
black man, now on the boys.

Maybe rich people are fair game.
Mrs. Garrison...

We've had this terrible
thing happen to us.

Now, we're just trying
to salvage whatever

happiness we can for
our only daughter.

Why do you insist
on destroying that?

Look,

I'm sorry your fiancé is not
the man you thought he was.

Only you know what
he's capable of.

When you're ready to help us,

you can call me at this number.

Nick? I got nothing
bad to say about him.

When you drove Nick around,
what did you talk about?

Look, my mom's too old
to get another job.

Mr. and Mrs. Vance like
her, and she likes them.

I'm not getting in
the middle of this.

I don't want to hurt
your mother,

and you telling me what you
know about Nick can't do that.

I'm saying guy's
been good to me.

Good to you?

He's the guy who pointed
the finger at you

in the first place the
morning of the murder.

He told us you were using his dad's
car phone to call your girlfriend.

He did? Come on.

How do you think the police
found out about Regina?

Man, I was on that phone with her
because I was cooling my jets,

waiting while Nick was popping
one off with his girlfriend.

You mean, someone
besides Mercedes?

Someone way besides Mercedes.

He's my lover and he hasn't
tried to kill me yet.

How often do you see him?

(CHUCKLES) You know.

No, I really don't.

As often as he wants it.

Sometimes four times a week,
sometimes once a month.

You know he has a fiancée.

Yeah. Well, we
all got someone.

And you still do this?
You see him?

Why shut off the faucet?

It's Nick Vance, lady.

Ain't some homeboy named Jo-Jo who
brings me a can of beer once a month.

And after he's married?

Why would it stop?

Look, his fiancée's
Mercedes Garrison, okay?

I met her once. Some snooty
store Nick took me to.

Nick says she has some issues.

Issues? With you?

Some emotional junk.

You know how rich people are. You can
afford a therapist, you see one.

You met her at a store.

You let on who you were?

She knows who I am.

Really?

Look, lady, it ain't a big deal.

I'm, like, on his payroll,
and she knows it.

When she can't find him, she
calls here looking for him,

like I'm an answering service.

I tried asking Mercedes
about Nick's girlfriend.

Couldn't get past
the front door.

But the IUDS confirm calls from the
Garrison house to the girlfriend.

Mercedes afraid of Nick?

That why she'd put up with him?

These people are aliens, Jack. I have
no idea what any of them are thinking.

What the hell is
this marriage about?

Well, I'm guessing love is not
at the top of the hit parade.

So, Carlita says Mercedes
knows about her.

We can't ask Mercedes, 'cause she's playing MIA.
Who else would know?

Your fiancé's sleeping around,
you're gonna tell someone.

Maid of honor?

Do you know who she is?

Maybe the society pages?

Merce hinted Nick
played around.

She didn't seem to mind.

I'm having a hard time understanding
what Mercedes sees in him.

He's Nick Vance, for one thing.

Mrs. Garrison was turned down for membership
to the Merrimont Club three times.

Since the engagement, she's in.

That's so important
to Mercedes?

I met her in boarding
school in Connecticut.

They had just gotten back from
Argentina, where her dad was working.

I think her parents
spent their last dime

getting her into
St. Bethany's.

I thought her
parents were loaded.

Not till Mr. Garrison cashes
in his stock options, maybe.

What was her relationship
with Christy like?

Big age difference,
so they weren't close.

Did you see either of them the Sunday,
the day before Christy was killed?

I was supposed to meet
them at Taryn Hsu on Saturday,

Merce's final fitting
for her wedding gown.

But she called me on my cell, told me
change of plans, to meet her at Paillard.

Why?

She said Christy wasn't
going to join us,

that they had gotten into some
kind of fight at the store.

A fight about Nick?

Mercedes didn't say.

She just talked
about her dress.

It was being delivered
that afternoon.

Did you ask her
about the fight?

Yes. She ignored
the question.

Whenever she got
really anxious or

she forgot to take
her medication,

she would just freeze you out.

What kind of medication?

I don't know.

She's always been on
something for something.

I didn't work that Saturday.

I wasn't supposed
to work Sunday either.

But the manager
called me up at home.

Told me to pick up the dress
at the Garrison house

and bring it back for repairs.

What kind of repairs?

We had to replace the sleeve.

Somebody spilled something
on it and tore it.

Is it still here?
Yes.

Can I see it?
Sure.

Did you speak to the Garrisons
when you picked up the dress?

No. The maid, Anna, handed
it to me at the door.

Right or left?
Left.

Hmm.

Yeah, someone spilled
something, all right.

Lab confirmed it's blood.

The rips are bite marks. Bite
pattern matches Christy Garrison's.

So, Mercedes tried on the dress
at home on Sunday. Mmm-hmm.

Christy bites her
for some reason.

Couple of hours later,
Christy's dead.

I guess big sister bit back.

I pick up the phone, and some
politico on the other end

says he owes
Mark Vance a favor.

I turn on the faucet, and someone
he plays golf with falls out.

Now never mind the Vance boys.

It's the Garrison girl.

I don't want to stand up with
egg on our faces either, Adam.

I'm preparing papers
to move on Mercedes.

Can't go near her
with nothing more

than teeth marks
on a wedding dress.

And we stop playing
musical suspects.

The clerk from the store
said she picked up the

wedding dress from
the Garrisons' maid.

The door is closed,
but I hear them fighting.

Did you hear what it was about?

No, I hear yelling.
I don't get the words.

Then someone screams, and
Miss Christy runs out crying.

And Mercedes?

She comes out, too, crying, holding
her arm in her wedding dress.

Miss Pepper, she comes, takes
Mercedes back into the room.

Was this the first
time you saw them fight?

The temporary agency sends
me for help for the wedding.

Two weeks only I was there.

Then Miss Christy dies
No more job.

Anyone else who works in the house
might be closer to the girls?

Elyssa Fuegos. She's
working there many years.

Hey, the Garrisons'
attorney, Peter Behrens,

wants to bring Mercedes in to talk.
This should be interesting.

Well, as of three days
after the murder,

Elyssa Fuegos has been working at the
Garrison villa in Puerto Vallarta.

How nice for her.

She's been working
for the Garrisons

on and off for
the past 20 years.

She was Mercedes' nanny.

Talk to the Feds. Notify
the Mexican authorities.

Let's bring Miss Fuegos
back to New York.

It's been brought to our attention
that you've been talking to people

at Taryn Hsu and
a maid for the Garrisons.

JACK: So what?

We feel the
inevitable is coming.

What's inevitable?

Arresting Mercedes.

We prefer to come forward.

As you probably know by now,
Mercedes isn't well.

She's been under a
doctor's care for years.

Even if she did something,
she's not responsible.

You're conceding
to an "if" now?

No, I'm conceding nothing.

Dr. Dana Ritchie,
attesting to the fact

that she's been Miss Garrison's primary
physician for most of her life

and has prescribed different psychogenics
and tranquilizers in myriad dosages.

Librium, Ativan, Xanax,
Soma, Zoloft, Elavil.

Dr. Paul Terino, psychiatrist.
Valium. She sleepwalks.

Dr. Leslie Sowers, shrink.
Ritalin. She's ADHD.

Dr. Sally Kleiman, behavioral specialist.
Prozac. She's PPD.

Cut to the chase.

Man two. Diminished capacity,

no jail time, she goes into
the GlenAugust Clinic.

CARMICHAEL: GlenAugust?

You're suggesting
she killed her sister,

but a few months of rest and a
high-fiber diet will make it all better?

I just want...

I did something terrible,

and if I can...
It's all right, Mercedes.

Did you know about this,
Mrs. Garrison?

No.

No, I...

I thought there was a chance.
But no, I wasn't sure.

Okay, I think Mr. McCoy
has heard enough.

I don't think so.

Before I agree
to any kind of plea,

I want our shrink
to talk to her.

Oh, I don't know.

I don't see how
we can refuse them.

I remember a fight.

I don't remember what
the fight was about.

Does that happen to you a lot?

That you can't remember things?

Yeah.

I take so many medications.

And some things I remember,

I'm not sure they
really happened.

Your marriage to Nicholas
Vance, is it important to you?

Yeah. It's important
to our families.

I asked if it was
important to you.

Oh, um...

Sure.

I always wanted to be married.

Do you love Nick?

Of course.

Even though he has
other women in his life?

I know he'll take
very good care of me.

What about your sister?

Like her? Hate her?

I loved her.

Uh, I was sent away
when she was born,

and when I came back
she was already there.

I never got to know
her very well.

I regret that.

What was this fight about?

I don't remember what
the fight was about.

Was it about Nick?

No.

Maybe it was about Nick.

It must have been.

Was there another issue
between you and Christy?

No, nothing.

Oh...

She stole some makeup
from me when she was 11.

Um, some jewelry two years ago.

Sister stuff.

Yeah, sister stuff.

How did you feel about
her having sex with Nick?

Christy had a lot of problems.

But your lawyer said
you killed her because

you were enraged when
you saw her with Nick.

Yeah.

Do you remember it?

I detected some big
ugly critter under a rock,

but I wasn't able
to turn it over.

Seeing your sister having sex
with your fiancé is big and ugly.

She's conveniently
forgotten it?

Or she can't bear to remember.

Or?

She never saw it.

But she did kill her sister.

The signals this girl
sends out are so jumbled

I can't tell what she knows,
what she imagines,

what she's done, what she's
convinced herself she did.

The drugs?

That's just one factor.

This woman's been rewired
by a lot of different hands.

So, what do we do
with this plea?

I said I'd have
our guy look at her.

He looked at her. No deal.

(SIGHS) What are you going for?
Jail time? Atrial?

Or are you just going to grind
that family into the dirt?

I'm going to do my job.

Elyssa Fuegos is on a plane
out of Mexico right now.

Our luck, three more suspects'll pop
up before the wheels touch down.

You drag me thousands of miles.

You order me here.

This wouldn't have been
necessary if the Garrisons

hadn't spirited you
out of the country.

There was no subterfuge.

The Garrisons bought the
villa three months ago.

They needed Mrs. Fuegos
to organize the household.

Three days after their
daughter was murdered?

You've worked for the Garrisons
since Mercedes was born?

Except when they moved
for four years to Argentina.

They couldn't afford
to bring me along.

They brought me back when they came
home with the new baby, Christy.

So, you were there that Sunday when
Mercedes and Christy had a fight?

I don't know anything
about a fight.

Christy bit Mercedes?

I don't know about that.

Have the Garrisons
talked to you?

Did they tell you we can put
you in prison for perjury?

These are good people.
Why are you...

Mrs. Fuegos,

they're going to drop you
no matter what you do.

You can't protect them. You can't protect Mercedes.
You can tell the truth.

Mercedes has been charged with murder.
She killed Christy.

What?
She confessed.

She didn't do it. I know.

HOW?

I was with her.

She was sick from her pills.

And what time was this?

She called me just after 2:00 in the morning.
She was throwing up

I stay in her room all night.

Then I woke her up
when the police came.

I can understand why you'd
want to protect Mercedes.

How could you say she did it?

She didn't even remember
I slept in the room with her.

I called the poison
control from her room

because I was concerned
about her pills.

What about
Mr. and Mrs. Garrison?

Did you hear them
get up during the night?

No.

Whose idea was it
to send you to Mexico?

Mrs. Garrison told me.

She said her and
Mr. Garrison wanted

the house ready for
after the wedding.

Mercedes still wanted
to get married to Nick?

Mercedes never knew what
she wanted, except peace.

Thank you, Mrs. Fuegos.

I need to instruct you
not to leave the city

and not to discuss what
you told us with anybody.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Someone convinced Mercedes
to fall on her sword.

Or they convinced
her she did it.

Either way, it turns my stomach.

Plead diminished capacity,
a couple of months rest

at GlenAugust, and Mercedes is
on her way back down the aisle.

So, which one?

Mr. or Mrs. Garrison?

Unless we want to give Adam a
heart attack, we better pick one.

Let's bring in
the whole family.

Elyssa Fuegos said you called her
at around 2:00 in the morning.

You remember that?

I don't know.

You were sick from
your medication.

Miss Fuegos stayed with
you until the morning.

Simply put, Miss Garrison,
you didn't kill your sister.

Elyssa practically
raised Mercedes.

Of course she'd say anything.

She called the poison control
hotline on your daughter's phone.

The phone records confirm a call
was made at 2:57 in the morning.

We believe her, Mrs. Garrison.
Your daughter's innocent.

You told me you saw her do it.

She killed Christy.
That's what you said.

Michael, not here.

For God sake, Paula,
what could you be thinking?

I wanted it to end.
It had to be her.

Why?

Why not that creep, Nick?

We couldn't find a reason Nick
would have killed Christy.

Or his brother, or some maniac.

It's you.

Mercedes, don't...

You did it. You
killed my daughter.

You took her away from me,
and now you've killed her.

Mercedes.

Christy was your daughter.

In Argentina, when I was 14.

Mercedes, not in
front of strangers.

I needed her to know.

That afternoon, I told her.
That's why she was so angry.

We agreed, she was
never supposed to know.

She had a right to know!

And you had a right
to be happy.

She was going to
ruin that, darling.

CARMICHAEL: Ruin what?

Your chances of joining the Mayflower
Tea Club if they ever found out

your daughter was
knocked up at 14?

Is that what
Christy threatened?

You saw her outside
with Nick and Ethan.

JACK: You confronted her.

That's when she
told you she knew?

No.

Oh, my God, Paula.

I am not going
to discuss this here.

Michael, we're leaving.
Mr. Behrens, tell him.

Mr. Garrison,
we should leave.

You, too, Mercedes.

Mrs. Garrison, I suggest you
get yourself an attorney.

Briscoe, Green and a bucket of cops
have been over that house, Jack.

And? They found a
pantsuit of Pepper's.

Elyssa confirms Pepper was wearing
it the night of the murder.

Blood splatters?

If we had both parts
of the pantsuit.

They found the pants
but not the jacket.

Can I see you two in here?

You know the Vances.
They have something to say.

What our sons did
was inexcusable.

We're dealing
with them harshly.

You've come to make
apologies for your sons?

We've come to tell you
who killed Christy Garrison.

That night, we heard
Nick come in.

I wanted to know what he'd
gotten into this time.

I stopped him on the stairs.

We heard noises outside. Yelling.
Our room is over the service alley.

Christy was screaming at Pepper.

MARK: Christy
was attacking her.

I ran down the stairs, got outside.
Christy was sliding down the wall.

Christy was rushing
her, striking her.

Pepper didn't have a choice.

Christy was dead.

Pepper was inconsolable. I...

I told her to go inside
We'd handle it.

It was an act of cowardice on our parts
that we didn't come forward earlier.

You kept silent when your
sons were suspected of murder.

Why?

We knew they hadn't done it.
That they'd be released.

CARMICHAEL: And when
Mercedes was arrested?

She hadn't done it.
She's fragile.

MARIANNA: We knew
that would come out.

And you good Samaritans come forward
now because... All right, Jack.

I'm sorry, Adam. It's just
so damned convenient.

Pepper is accused of murder. It was self-defense.
We saw it. We can help.

(SIGHS)

You know where to find us.

We'll be of whatever
help we can.

I think we can make a case for
murder against Pepper Garrison.

The case is self-defense.

We can go for it, Adam.

The girl was
hopped up on drugs.

Vances are impeccable witnesses.

And Pepper Garrison has a
rock-solid affirmative defense.

Never get a conviction.

CARMICHAEL: Society page,
the long awaited honeymoon

of Nicholas and Mercedes Vance.

Greece.

Must be lovely
this time of year.

Take a look.

Page is marked.

Vance Affiliated Industries
announces a huge infusion

of cash and stock
from its new partner,

the Garrison Investment Group.

This was a merger.

It was never a marriage.

The laws for the
rich are different.

What laws for the rich?