All language subtitles for Law & Order Criminal Intent S02E15 Monster 1080p Peacock WEB-DL AAC 2 0 H 264-CHDWEB (1)_track3_[eng]

In New York City's war on crime

the worst criminal offenders
are pursued

by the detectives
of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

"You got into fights.

"You spent four years
in solitary.

What do you have to say
for yourself, Mr. Dietrich?"

So I said, uh,
"Well, can I say, Warden?

I just like to have
a good time."

(laughing)

Yes, another milestone.

Eight hours as a free man.

(cheers)

Mark, I'm Chantal.

Can you sign
something for me?

I saved it all these years.

You looked so hot.

Naomi, give me a pen.

So, is this really the bar

where you and Mandy
hooked up that night?

Baby, it was 15 years ago.

It was called something else
back then.

Hey, Penny, take a picture
of me and Mark.

Wait, wait, wait, here.
Look.

Ahh, I'm Mandy.

Don't choke me
so hard, Mark.

Mark?

I brought you coffee.

Miss?

Oh!

(groans slightly)

One thing I learned
in prison, Mom,

is not to kill the girls
I have sex with, huh?

(sighs)

(beeps)

I want you to feel good, Mark.

Good and powerful.

Is this how you want me?

MARK (on TV):
Yeah, yeah.
I've been watching you

running around the reservoir.

You know, watching your butt

in those little silver
running shorts.

(rewinding tape)

Running around the reservoir,
you know,

watching your butt
in those silver running shorts.

Is all you're going to do
is watch?

MARK:
Shut up! Shut up!

I'm going to fill your mouth
with sand so you start choking,

get all tight.

MARK:
I'm going out now.

What's the matter, Mom?

I know you've been watching me.
What is it?

You're a...
a malignant narcissist.

What did you say?

Never mind.

Have a nice night.

And try not to hurt anyone.

I don't remember.
It was 15 years ago.

Come on, I just want to see
where you killed Mandy.

I'm going to kill you if
you don't knock it off.

Where's your coke?

Just show me.

Okay, you hooked up with
her at the bar that night.

She was wearing a little
black dress like this.

I'm sick of this crap!

Mark, wait up! Wait up!

Hey... Mark!

Mark, wait up!

(groans softly)

Mom, where'd you hide
the coffee?

Mom.

(knocks on door)

Mom?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No... no... no...

Captioning sponsored by
UNIVERSAL NETWORK TELEVISION

NBC

and TOYOTA. Get the Feeling.

Coworker found her.
No forcible entry.

She lived alone
till Dietrich moved
in a month ago.

My son,
the Yuppie Killer.

He's why we're here.
Anybody seen him?

Not since yesterday.

The neighbors heard them
arguing on and off, though.

Life with a psychopath.

I'll talk to the coworker
when she's ready.

Well, the killer

caught her behind the ear.

She... she crawled to here.

The... the back of her nightgown
is... is bunched up,

but the front has been

pulled down to c... cover her.

Someone was worried about
her modesty.

The girl Dietrich
killed in the park

didn't rate that kind
of consideration.

That lady's ready.

I talked to Laura last night

just to make sure that
she wanted a ride to work.

We're fact checkers for a
publisher in Long Island City.

Was she expecting company
last night?

No.

Laura didn't socialize much.

Especially since
her son came home.

How was that going,
between her and Mark?

Well, she was hoping for
the best, you know,

but they argued

and then she just stopped
talking about him altogether.

(sighs)

Mrs. Dietrich's...

cell phone is missing.

Has anyone been reading
this paper?

No, it was out in hallway.
I brought it in.

All right, I'm going to need
this bagged... exactly as is.

We...

Um, let's-let's go for a ride.

I... I'm going to need
a... a Polaroid of this, please.

You all set?

Mark, how you doing?

I'm sorry I had to deliver
the bad news over the phone.

Yeah, you figured out my mom
lent me her phone, huh?

Uh-huh. We wake you up?

My girlfriend and I were just
waking up, so...

Where are we going?

You know, Mark, Detective Eames

thought that you
were good for this.

I thought you went
on the lamb.

Except you left your Xanax
behind and your mom's money.

It was on her dresser.

Are you ready?

(Mark breathing heavily)

You found her like this?

Yes.

See?

Why?

I just...

I mean, can we cover her up?

She wouldn't want to be seen
like this.

She was a very modest

woman.

We need to go downtown so
you can sign some papers.

I meant to ask you, did
your mother have any enemies?

Uh... she got some phone calls

a few years back from
the brother of the girl...

Mandy Johanssen? The girl
you strangled in the park.

By mistake.

I wrote a letter
to that family

telling them how sorry I was.

But you can never be too sorry
for some people.

Last night,
where were you again?

With my girlfriend,
Chantal Fielding.

Does she know about you?

She knows it was
long time ago.

Gena will help you
fill out the forms.

Whoa, uh...
all those?

It's what you have to do

when a member of your family
gets murdered.

You tracked mud in
with your shoes.

Yeah, sorry.

That's horse manure.

CHANTAL:
Mark was really upset

when he heard about his mom.

I felt so sorry for him.

I felt sorry for his mom.

Did you ever meet her?

No, I only met Mark
a couple of weeks ago.

(slight bang)

I'm sorry. I dropped something.

So, what did you and Mark do
last night?

We went out to dinner
and then came back here

and fell asleep watching TV.

Gee, you two sound
just like my parents.

GOREN:
That's probably why
Mark appreciates it

'cause it's so,
you know, ordinary.

I mean, especially
with a guy like Mark.

He's a magnet
for extreme attention.

Absolutely.

You should have seen the skank
he was with when I met him.

Yeah, I know the type.

Murder groupies.

Mark said she started
writing him in prison.

These women, they...

they like to visit
murder scenes.

It gets them... I guess, hot.

You, you never attempted to...

ask Mark?

No.

'Cause, you know,

it's not that far away.

It's just on the bridle path
where they walk the horses.

In fact, it's where they found

the girl, Mandy.

She had a smell
of horse manure.

Like this, you know?

Like the mud on your boots.

Like the mud
on Mark's shoes.

How was it, Chantal?

Did you ask Mark
to call you Mandy

while he wrapped his scarf
around your neck?

That is so sick.

You know, Mark,

he told us that there's
three varieties

of murder groupies--

victims, psychos, shrinks.

He said with you he's
got three mints in one.

Oh, that loser!

All right,
you want to know what he did?

We went into the park,
and then he freaked out.

I had to walk home by myself.

What got him upset?

I don't know.

He was whining all night

about his mother
being mad at him.

What time did
he show up here?

I don't know,
about 6:30 in the morning.

He curled up like a little baby
and went to sleep.

Look, if I killed my mother,
I'd be in South America by now.

I just wanted
you to know that...

You said yourself
I didn't run away.

...your attempts to
deceive us didn't
go unnoticed.

You forgot one thing:
the morning paper.

My mom had it
delivered.

The first officer
to arrive on-scene
found it outside,

where you put it when
you brought it in

when you came back
from the park.

No.

You read the
sports section.

You killed your mom.

No!

You slipped the
sports section

back into the
newspaper,

put it back outside,
only you put it back

in the wrong section.

At this point,

Mark's invoking his rights.

No, I want to tell
them what happened.

No, no, no, Mark--

I just want to get
it over with!

(gasping)

I got home,

I was drunk,

and I blacked out, okay?

I came to, I went looking
for my mom and I found her

and she was already dead.

I got scared!

And you're saying

that there's this huge
chunk of time that you

have no memory of.

I'm saying that I passed out
in the living room.

I... I did not
kill my mother.

Your mother told
her friends you fought.

Yeah, well, when
I first got out, yeah.

All that lecturing
and-and-and moralizing...

but not lately.

So what was
the problem?

We were barely
speaking!

That's the problem
right there--

she had given up on you.

Yeah, right,
so what do I care?

She called me...

a malignant narcissist.

That was the last thing
she said to me.

She was the only one
I had left out here.

Why would I want
to kill her?

And why would I want
to do that to myself?

When someone is killed

by receiving a
blow to the head,

it sends up a fine
spray of blood

that's unrecognizable
to the human eye.

Once the lab gets done

with their microscopic
inspection of your clothes,

we'll have you cooked
six ways to Sunday.

She was my mother.

There's no way
I killed her.

Why did you stop?

Look, when you tell
a suspect that

there's incriminating
evidence on the way,

they, they get quiet.

They start to
try to remember

what they missed.

They don't keep
claiming their innocence.

Or he really doesn't
remember killing her.

Mark's mother...

she called him
a malignant narcissist.

That's a clinical term

that psychiatrists use
amongst themselves.

She has no background
in psychology.

She stopped talking to him...
she with... withdrew.

There's something
going on withher.

Mark Dietrich
should've gotten life

for choking that girl.

He caught a break,
but not this time.

Just get the evidence
and bury him.

The only change
that I can think of

is we stopped riding home
together three weeks ago.

I thought she was
taking a class.

She was always
home by 9:30.

She made notes:

"remorseless,
charming, predatory."

Anybody we know?

"Shallow emotional affect.

Rehabilitation is rare."

You know, I...

W-What, was she
fact-checking

a psychiatric text?

No. We, we only check
statistical data.

Rolls of nickels.

Do you have any vending machines
that only take nickels?

No. What costs a
nickel these days?

Microfilm machines.

They-They use them
in the library

to copy newspapers.

These are the-the books
that she checked out

of the psychology section.

Nurture-Born Killers.

Patterns of the
Sexual Predator.

Maybe she liked seeing
Mark's name in print.

Well, that's the thing,

Mark's name
wouldn't be in here.

These books are about
chronic sexual offenders.

Mark's strangling
of Mandy Johanssen

was called
a one-time incident

completely out
of character for Mark.

What'd you find?

The clerk said Mrs. Dietrich
checked out newspapers

from the summer of '86
to the fall of '87.

Besides Mandy's
murder in September,

there was another Central
Park story that ran

that whole year.

The Reservoir Runner.

Two months earlier,
in July,

she was dragged into the woods
and raped by four kids.

Maybe Mrs. Dietrich thought Mark

had something
in common with them.

Something that made her
withdraw from him.

Something that compelled her
to do research three weeks ago.

Something she saw or heard.

Well, three weeks ago...

t-that's before he
started seeing Chantal.

She said he was
with his prison pen pal.

The word she used was "skank."

EAMES:
What happened
with Mark?

GOREN:
You corresponded
with him for what...?

Seven years.

Did he open up to you?

About Mandy?

It was an accident.

Mark needs to feel powerful,
but he doesn't need to kill.

If only his mother
had given him

that kind
of understanding.

I read about
what happened to her.

She wasn't good for him.

You met her?

I didn't need to.

I saw her apartment.

Lots of beiges, neutral tones.

It's stifling.

Uh, when were you in her
apartment?

Like three weeks ago.

Well, thatisinteresting

because that's when Mark...

said that his mother
turned cold on him...

but... he couldn't
figure out why.

I can.

I left my camera in his room.

She must have seen the video.

A video of you
healing Mark's wounds?

I helped him give a voice
to his sexual fantasies.

Like what? About...

choking...

with a scarf...

like Mandy?

He had a whole scenario

about silver running shorts
and filling my mouth with sand.

Once you get to know him,

Mark's a very creative soul.

Thanks, Naomi.

And... we will
be in touch.

The Reservoir Runner
was described

as wearing silver
running shorts,

but there was nothing in any
of the articles about sand.

Laura Dietrich
heard her son's fantasies

about a runner in the park.

She goes to the library and she
confirms some of the details.

But she's a fact-checker.

Her next move would've
been to the source.

The detectives
who broke the case.

MARSTON:
Mark Dietrich's mother?
No kidding.

Never made the connection.

Said she was checking facts
for an article on the case.

Which facts
in particular?

What the victim
was wearing.

Was she choked.

She ask about sand?

She asked if the attacker
put sand in the victim's mouth.

But that wasn't
made public, right?

Not at the time, no.

Does this have to do
with the murder?

Laura Dietrich
might've suspected

her son committed the rape.

It may be why he killed her.

That would be tragic, because
he did not do that rape.

My partner and I got those guys.

There was semen

found on the victim.

Semen that didn't
match any of them.

Did Mrs. Dietrich
ask about that?

No, but if she did

I would have told her
that it was a gang rape

and we only got
four of the guys.

Well, maybe Mark Dietrich,
the Yuppie Killer

was running with the homeboys
that night, but.. I doubt it.

Well, how do you explain

that he knew unpublicized
details of the rape?

He was incarcerated
in the same facility

with those four punks,
wasn't he?

Cons tell each
other everything.

Well, like you said,
Detective Marston,

I can't imagine
the Yuppie Killer

shooting the breeze
with four homeboys.

Look, we got taped confessions.

A lot of people
worked a lot of hours

to get those animals
off the street.

Us guys don't remember
what it was like back then,

but I've had
a lot of women tell me

they were afraid to walk out
in broad daylight.

Anything I can do,

give me a call.

I remember.

Marston and his partner
Roscoe

were heroes
around our house

the way they got four kids
to confess in one night.

I'd like to see how
they did that.

MARSTON:
I'm just saying, Nishan,

your friends are going
to tell the tale.

You finished with
that can of soda?

You want another one?

Uh, no...

I didn't mean
to leave it there.

I'm sorry.
I'll clean it up.

KID (on TV):
Man, I told you.

we didn't go anywhere
near the reservoir.

We didn't rape no woman.

You're not helping
yourself out, kid.

Your friend Nishan
already said

he pulled down
her silver shorts.

No, that ain't right.

Then he said
you held down

her left leg.

I didn't I didn't
touch her, never.

Monty, if you
keep denying

while all your friends
are cutting deals,

it's going to go
real bad for you.

Don't you want
to help us?

Yeah, I do.

All you gotta say

is that you touched
her left leg.

Just touched it.

You don't have to admit to
anything else, just that.

And then you can
go home tonight.

Um, do you have the tape
of this confession?

They wanted him to say
he touched her left leg.

This is the confession
that played for the jury.

And then Nishan took down
his shorts and got on her.

What'd you do?

I touched her leg...
her right leg.

It's all I did.

Left leg, right leg,
the point is

the kid admitted he was there.

There were inconsistencies
in all four confessions

and not one of them admitted
actually raping her.

If they didn't do it,
if they weren't even there,

why in the world
would they confess?

Because they were afraid
to disappoint.

Disappoint who?

Marston and Roscoe.
Look...

MARSTON:
I'm just saying, Nishan,

your friends are going
to tell the tale.

You finished with
that can of soda?

You want another one?

Uh, no.

I didn't mean
to leave it there.

I'm sorry.

So Marston's drawing
attention to the soda can

so that when
anyone watches it,

they know that Nishan
had something to drink.

So nobody can say he was denied
food and drink.

He's being a smart detective.

These kids were
interrogated
for 30 hours

with no lawyers and
almost no contact
with their parents.

Marston's being... polite,
he's being very nice.

But look...

look at the kid's reaction.

You got someplace
I can throw it away,

I-I'll clean it up.

I'll clean it up.

The kid thinks that Marston's
reproaching him

for leaving the can
on the table.

He is desperately
trying to please

the one guy he thinks
can get him out of trouble.

I mean,
the jury never saw this--

never saw the way that Roscoe
and Marston played these kids.

All they saw
was the finished product.

These confessions,
they're nothing but... vapor.

Mark Dietrich is the real thing.

He did this rape.

All four recanted
their confessions.

DEAKINS:
Once their lawyers

got ahold of them.

Two dozen witnesses
saw them in the park,

running in a pack,
snatching purses...

Dietrich knew the details.

I agree with Detective Marston's
explanation.

Dietrich shared

a prison yard with
the four rapists.

So, years later,
he's having sex,

he just happens to dredge up
what they told him.

Now that is incredible.

Tales of forcible sex
excite him.

EAMES:
There's an easy way
out of this.

The department
still has Dietrich's DNA

from the Mandy Johanssen case.

We run it against
the unknown DNA

from the Reservoir rape.

I can just feature what
that little psycho told you.

She especially
liked the part

about the silver
running shorts.

I'm a sack artist.

Improvisation is the key
to my creativity.

Almost as much
as the bit

about stuffing her mouth
full of sand.

If I understand you

you've never actually seen
this alleged video.

GOREN:
No, but his mother did.

She even looked up
the true story

that inspired it.

This...
the newspaper articles

that she checked out
at the library.

And books...

That's how she
found out about the...

you know, the stuff about
malignant narcissism.

She even called
the detective

who investigated
the case.

She thought you
were good for it.

If she thought that,
she would have told me.

You ever seen this woman?

No.
You sure?

Your DNA matched
the semen on her running shorts.

Yeah, okay,
I remember her now.

I met her in the park. So?

We were warming up
before jogging,

we started talking...
went back to her apartment.

Where?

All I remember is,

it wasn't close enough.

And there was a bed.

We had sex.

I must have dripped
on her shorts.

And then she went back
to the park to jog

and I went home to sleep.

What-- no--
you had consensual sex

with a runner that
you met at the Reservoir

the same night

the Reservoir Runner
was raped

and it never crossed your mind
to... say anything?

Well, how would
he know

that's who
he had sex with?

Her name and photo
were never released.

I still wouldn't
have known.

You never exchanged names.

It was the '80s.

Women were a lot more fun.

(pounding on door)

I don't understand.

Is there some doubt
about who raped me?

This man's DNA
matched the semen
on your running shorts.

This guy doesn't
look like somebody

who'd bash me in
the head with a rock

and poured sand
in my mouth.

Ms. Stephens,
if you can't remember

anything about the attack,
who told you about the sand?

Detective Marston.

EAMES:
So he's kept
in touch with you.

He's called every few months.

Well, has he called you
recently?

Uh, a couple of weeks ago.

He said he was worried about me.

I didn't know policemen
like that existed.

MARSTON:
DNA match, huh?

Well, where do you
want me to start?

The samples
were improperly stored,

some genius blew his nose
in the petri dish.

You got to hear
Dietrich's explanation.

He hooked up with Jane Stephens
before her run,

went back to her apartment
to have sex.

Yeah, I can go with that.

Just for drill,
you should check with her.

But she doesn't remember
what happened that day.

He knows that,

because you monitored
her condition over the years.

You didn't see her
that first night.

She lost

three-quarters
of her blood.

She doesn't need
to remember

what they did to her.

That's my job.

Detective Marston,
we understand

there was
extraordinary pressure

to break this case.

Those kids fit
a profile...

Forget it.

There were no mistakes,
no rush to judgment.

We matched the DNA, yeah.

Dietrich has no evidence
to back up his story.

DA says it's open
and shut.

You know, Al Roscoe and I

went over
to Jane Stephens' apartment

the day after she was raped,

just to look
for a number
of a next of kin.

We found a condom wrapper
on the floor next to her bed.

Now, maybe, that's what Dietrich
used to have sex with her.

Ask Al Roscoe.

I'm sure
he'll remember.

He could have just
said he was wrong
about the kids.

A good faith mistake.

What's he afraid of?

Yes.

Okay. Thank you.

I found Al Roscoe.

He's at the St. Albans
Parish Cemetery, up near Ghent.

He died two weeks ago.

His handgun discharged
while he was cleaning it.

I don't understand,
Detective.

Why are you volunteering
this information?

Because you were going
to find out about it anyway.

It's exculpatory evidence.

Well, was there
anything else,

besides the wrapper?

Remember the brand?

No... all your boy needs to know
is I saw a wrapper.

The simpler the better.

Are we clear?

My father didn't like talking
about that case.

That's why he moved us up here,
away from all the attention.

We looked
at the police report

of your father's death.

It had all the earmarks
of an accidental shooting.

He would have
done that...
for you.

For the insurance.

I just hope I'm doing
the right thing.

I got this in the mail
the day after he died.

He was police chief
here until last year.

I want my kids to
remember him as a hero.

"It's something I've been
running from for 15 years.

"Last weekend,
Ted Marston called.

"It's all going
to catch up.

"Before Ted and me
began our interrogation
of those young men,

"we agreed that, regardless
of their innocence,

"we were going to get
confessions out of them.

"That's what we did.

"Even though, the more
we questioned them,

"the more it was obvious
they were innocent.

"I'm ashamed
of what I did.

I can't live with it
anymore."

Some good faith mistake.

They premeditated
framing those kids.

Marston was looking at
prison time if word got out.

Or if Laura Dietrich
got the case re-opened.

This letter is of no value
as evidence.

Mr. Roscoe isn't here
to authenticate it,

it can't be used at trial.

Yeah, Marston knows
that the only person

who could tie him
to the frame-up is dead.

There's no evidence
to tie him to Laura
Dietrich's murder.

And thanks to
his condom-wrapper story,

we can't even make
an iron-clad case

against Mark Dietrich
for the Reservoir rape.

Marston's sitting pretty
snug in the saddle.

We need to put a burr
under the saddle.

You are considering
vacating the convictions

on the rape, aren't you?

I was a kid.

I was trying to keep
from going to jail.

Detective Marston said

the other guys were going
to put the weight on me.

So, I just said
I touched her arm.

Detective Marston
suggested you say that?

Yeah.

NISHAN:
He said he would
try to help me

so long as I play along.

Uh, Mr. Carver, you
asked us here to discuss
a new development.

We matched the semen
on the victim's shorts

to a suspect we... we've come
to believe acted alone.

Are you preparing to
vacate the convictions?

(sighs frustratedly)

"Vacate"?
What does that mean?

Your record will be clean.

GOREN:
It means, Nishan,

that you spent all those years
in prison for nothing,

ten years because you trusted
Detective Marston.

Now, that changed you
in ways that you never wanted.

I... I don't know what could
compensate you for that.

FEINGOLD:
I do.

I know exactly.

$100 million!

Those punks are suing
for $100 million.

I hear the City
and the Department

are prepared to settle,

but that proposed settlement
doesn't include you.

You see what's
going on here?

I'mbeing set up.

We need a strategy.

The Detective's Endowment

cannot get involved
if you were derelict

or if you acted out of bounds
of your official duties.

What's that
supposed to mean?

You're the Detective's
Endowment; I'm a detective.

You better just talk to the D.A.

I'm going to go broke
defending myself.

You got to have a talk
with the Endowment.

I'm sorry.

Look... we had suspects.

The city was in a panic.

Women couldn't sleep
without worrying

that some guy was going
to rape them in their beds.

This isn't fair.

These guys were heroes.

We need to stand by our own.

CARVER:
It's not just the
D.A.'s office;

it's public perception.

EAMES:
What if we...

had him help us break Dietrich?

Would that change
the perception?

We both saw how he
handled those kids.

He's good,

and nobody knows the Reservoir
case better than him.

She has a point.

What are you talking about,
here?

EAMES:
We need to
get Dietrich

on the Reservoir rape

if we want to get him
for his mother's murder.

You want my help?

Yeah.

You'd be staying
ahead of the curve, you know,

doing what you always do,

getting at the... the truth,
like any good cop.

All right. Uh...

All right, anything...

to make sure that the right guy
goes down for the count.

Where do you want to do it?

DIETRICH:
We were back there
when we started talking.

GOREN:
Oh, no, the
witnesses said

they saw her warming
up around here.

I'm just telling you
what I remember, all right?

Mr. Dietrich, as I
explained to your attorney,

we need to eliminate you
as a suspect in the rape

in order to defend ourselves
against this lawsuit.

How you doing,
Detective?

Mark... this is
Detective Marston.

He knows this
case inside out.

Maybe you've heard of him.

He's the one
who got the confessions

out of those kids.

Thanks for helping us out today.

You know, Mark
is not so clear

on how him and Jane Stephens
got back to her apartment.

Oh, oh.

This path hooks back up
to the traverse.

Her place is on West 81st.

So, they would've cut
through here.

Are you okay?

Come on,
I'll put my arm around you.

You won't...
you won't slip.

No, no, no,
no, no, I-I...

What's wrong, Mark?

I'm not going down there.

Not with...
not with these on.

Oh, no, sure, sure, sure.

Here you go.

They cleaned it up

since the last time
you've been here--

cut out
a lot of the underbrush...

put up a light.

The rocks...

rocks still here...

and the ground...

still sandy.

Right over there,

is where they found her...
half-dead, barely a pulse.

Look, I don't know anything
about that.

I don't want to stay here.

Mark... you don't want
to help us anymore?

I mean, what are we supposed
to make of that?

I told you, all right?

I talked to the woman, uh,
we went back to her place

and we had sex, okay?

I mean, didn't you see
the condom wrapper there?

Right?
Isn't that what he told you?

MARSTON:
I might've confused it

with another rape victim, Mark--

I mean,
I work a lot of cases--

but this girl's apartment,
oh...

bed was made,
everything was tidy.

Doorman saw her go out.

Now... if he would've seen her
come back with you,

don't you think
he would've said something?

Why don't you say something?

I mean, what did you let them
bring me here for?

Mark, I think you should...

Fine. You're fired, okay?

He sees the writing on the wall,
same as everyone.

You know what you need
to do here, Mark?

You need... to cut yourself
the best deal you can.

I'm not going back in.

No, there's a way
of telling the story, Mark,

that could work for you.

You hooked up with a girl
on the path.

You brought her down here
for a little intimacy--

consensualintimacy...

I-I see
where this is going.

This is a good story,
Mark.

Things started developing
between you two.

All of a sudden, she hurt you--

squeezed a little too hard,
got too tough...

and you lost it.

Sex was consensual.

A straight assault
with mitigation.

Isn't that right,
Counselor?

Under those circumstances,
yes.

And all you got to say, Mark,
is she hurt you.

She hurt you and you got scared.

Isn't that the way
it happened, huh?

You say it
and everything falls into place.

She hurt you and you got scared.

She hurt me.

I got... I got scared.

I... Look, I-I didn't
want to hurt her.

I just... I got scared.

I got scared.

That's very good.

You're-You're
almost home-free.

All that's left to talk about
is... is your mother.

My mother?

Well, you helped
Detective Marston

clear up his old case,

and now he wants to help you
with this other thing.

I mean, we all do.

I didn't... I didn't
kill my mother.

What you said is
you don't remember.

What's it going to look like
to a jury?

Please, tell him
that he has

practically no chance
with a jury.

You have to stay out of court,
my friend.

You have to talk to us.

I wouldn't... I
wouldn't kill her.

It's obvious you care
about your mother.

Even in death,
you cared about her.

You had respect.

Do you remember...
Do you remember what you told me

that morning that you saw her...
in her nightgown...

about her modesty?

I mean, he was so concerned
about her being covered.

I mean,
doesn't that say something?

MARSTON:
Tells me

you're a good son, Mark,

the way you
pulled her nightgown down

after she was dead

to cover her.

A good son would do that...
a respectful son.

Yeah.

How did you find out
about that stuff, hmm?

Isn't that
what you're talking about?

It was pulled down
over her panties.

I di... You tell me.

It was bunched up like this?

Maybe in the heat
of the moment,

you... you just
forgot to do it.

Maybe you thought
about pulling it back down

you know, so you could...

implicate someone...

...someone like Mark?

And what... you were in too much
of a hurry?

You-You just forgot
to yank it back down?

You think that I kill...
You think I killed her?

You're nuts.

As we speak,
we're executing search warrants

on your home, your office,
your car...

Oh, no, no,
this is bull.

Yeah, no, we
staged the picture

four weeks ago.

We pushed the nightgown back up
just to trick you.

Well, what are you coming
after me for?

You got this loser, here.

He's good for it.

Yeah.

For the fact he didn't do it;
you did.

You're under arrest
for murder.

You son of a bitch!

Youkilled her!

You killed my mother.

Get out of here.

You'll never make it stick.

A cop killing a witness...
isn't that the death penalty?

It certainly is.

What you're going to want
to do here, Ted,

is cut the best deal you can.

CARVER:
There's a window of opportunity,
Mr. Marston,

but given what you've put
this city through,

I'm not disposed
to leave it open longer.

You have from here
back up to that path

to make up your mind.

Okay.

I'll take the deal.

I'll take it.

I'll get back to you.

This must've been
a very lonely place

15 years ago.

Captioning sponsored by
UNIVERSAL NETWORK TELEVISION

NBC

and TOYOTA. Get the Feeling.

Captioned by
Media Access Group at WGBH
access.wgbh.org