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yet equally important groups,

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Mr. Feltz.
Mr. Feltz.

Housekeeping.

Huh? What are you
doing in here?

Mr. Feltz,
do something!
Get out of here!

Senor, I'm sorry!
Didn't you see the sign?

Senor, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
Don't you understand English!

Get out. Just shut that
door and get out of here!
Get out of here!

"Mr. Feltz, Mr. Feltz!"

I get next.

Housekeeping.

Mary? Mary?

Call Mr. Mendoza.

Somebody got attacked.

No kidding.

Any witnesses?

High turnover
in this place.

Couple next door
are just here for
the "businessman's special."

They didn't
hear a thing.

How about you?

I came on at 6:00.

I didn't see anybody
leave this room.

Any blood trail?

No blood in the hallways,

elevators or fire escape.
Just in here
and in the bathroom.

How much, you figure?

Hard to say.
Over a pint.

So more than
a nosebleed.

Somebody got hurt.

The room is registered
to a Warren Talbert.
No address.

How'd he pay?
Cash.

But we took
a credit card imprint
for incidentals.

Like sheets
and mattresses?

This is nothing.

Last year, we had
an elderly couple
from Tokyo.

Found a dead hooker
under their bed.

Yeah, that's why
the precinct holds
its Christmas party here.

Gonna need that
credit card number,
all right?

Yeah.

Well, I already
checked under the bed.

He checked in
before 10:00 last night.
My shift ends at 10:00.

He had a reservation.

What'd he look like?

Early 20s,
fairly tall, blonde.

He was
pretty good-looking.

Okay. You'll come down
to the station

and talk
to a sketch artist.

Sure.

Was he with anybody?
He might have been,

but you can't see
the elevators from here.

Thanks.

Credit card company
says Warren Talbert is
a 48-year-old architect,

lives on the Upper East Side,
pays off his bill each month.

Well, that Warren Talbert
misses this Warren Talbert
by about 30 years.

Card could be stolen.
Yeah,

unless Warren had
a friend check him in.

The credit card
company called me,

I guess after
they spoke to you.

I checked my wallet,
my desk.

I called my wife
to look around at home.
The card's gone.

Anybody else
have access to it?

No.

When was the last time
you used it?

Oh, maybe
over a month.

You know, I've had
cards stolen before.

They never sent detectives.

A young man used your card
at the Carrington Hotel.

He might be involved
in a more serious crime.

Where were you
last night, Mr. Talbert?

I was at the Met
humming along to Rigoletto,

with my wife
and another couple.

My secretary will
give you their names.

The other couple
at the opera
confirmed his story.

Nothing at the morgue.
We had a couple of bleeders

walk into Saint Vincent's,
but they were
the wrong blood type.

Preliminaries from
the lab said it's type O.

And we got a lot of prints
in that hotel room.

We're going to
need more help.

For stolen plastic?
We'll mobilize
the National Guard.

It's from
the credit card company.

Thanks.

When did Talbert say
he last used the card?

About a month ago.

New Editions Bookstore.
$332. Last weekend.

Sorry. I couldn't tell you
if I saw him.

Sunday night
was very busy.

We had a reading
of a cyber-novel
by Carlton Van Dusen.

One Hand Typing.

Racy stuff.

Sure, until you see
Van Dusen.
400 sweaty pounds.

Cleaned out
the pastry platter.

Well, our guy bought
over $300 worth of books.

Hmm.

Still doesn't ring a bell.
You have his
credit card number?

Here he is.
Warren Talbert,
Sunday, 5:15 p.m.

Thoreau, Walden, soft cover,
$7.95 plus tax. Hegel, $8.98.

There's another
15 books here.

Could you
print that out?

Sure.

Look at this, Nietzsche,
Wittgenstein, Kierkegaard.

Either we're looking
for a philosophy student,

or we got one very
depressed criminal.

I wonder
if Talbert has kids.

We have one daughter.
Christina. She's 17.

She's on
an academic scholarship
at Hudson University.

Same neighborhood
as the Carrington.

And you think
my daughter's involved?

Well, our credit card thief
has an atypical
spending pattern.

No electronics,
no jewelry, no clothes.

Usually they
max out the card,
and not on books.

We're thinking this
thief is a classmate
of your daughter's.

I never gave her the card.

Is it possible she might
have borrowed it,
and lent it to a friend?

No. Not Christina.

Our daughter's a good girl.
She's very focused
on her studies.

She wouldn't be mixed up
in anything criminal.

I don't know
who this is.

Take another look.

It could be anybody.

You know, I think
Christina might be able

to focus better without
any distractions. You mind?

Thanks.
Christina, why don't
you sit down here?

Uh, right now, your father's
credit card is our only
connection to a crime.

Well, it's Dad's card.
I never use it.

How about you write down
the names of your friends
at Hudson University.

I don't want you
bothering my friends.

Are we done here?

Look, we start asking around
campus, we'll get
your class schedule,

the clubs you belong to,
everything you do there.

By this time tomorrow,
we'll have a list
of all your friends.

Dad!

Okay. Have it your way.

So what did she do?
Hack her family to death
in their sleep?

Why would you
think that?

People who're
wound that tight,

you never know.

Exactly how tight
are we talking?

Christina answered
an ad for freelancers.

I needed 500 words
on the student's committee
for Tibetan independence.

The next day,
it was on my desk.

She wouldn't leave
until I read it.

I changed six words.
She got mad.
Not at me, at herself.

Well, she didn't
flip out, yet.

Actually, we need to
speak to her friends.

Anyone in particular?

Yeah. Tom Horton.
He's her boyfriend,
pre-med.

Oh, that's right,
don't smile back,
she might bite you.

Come on, Lennie,
she's just a kid.

Maybe you'd rather
wait in the car.

Can you check Tom Horton's
room again, please?

His roommate's
looking for him
in the games room.

Would you ring
Tom Horton
for me, please?

Don't hold your breath.

Who are you?

Detectives.
Your turn.

I'm Tom's lawyer.
I instructed him

not to speak with you
until I got here.

So the sketch
vaguely resembles him.

He's young,
he's blond. So what?

Well, if this is
a case of mistaken identity,
let's get him in a line up.

What's the charge,
soiling linens?
No, thank you.

Why didn't Christina tell us
you were her boyfriend?

Why don't
you ask her?

Hey, you mind if
he answers a question
every now and then?

Be my guest.

Where were you
Thursday night?

I went to a fraternity party
with Christina.

Which one?

Alpha Phi Beta.

We left around 9:00.
She went to the library.

Where'd you go?

I came back here to study.

You're sure you didn't
meet up with another girl?
Take her to a hotel?

Okay. He's answered
your questions.
Interview's over.

Tommy and Christina
were the first ones
through the door.

First ones
out the door, too.

What time was that?

Around 9:00.

You sure?

Yeah. It was half-time
at the Knicks game.

We had it
on the big screen.

And did Horton come back?

I got pretty wasted
that night.

Last thing I remember,
I was booting
into a trash can.

By the way, I am 21.

Don't worry. We're not
going to card you.

Any chance
Tommy hooked up
with somebody else?

Tommy? No way. No.
He's nuts about Christina.

Lots of guys are
nuts about somebody.
Doesn't stop them.

Well, you don't know
these Wisconsin boys.

They fall hard
for those milkers.

Beg your pardon.

Haven't you seen her?
She's on the chunky side
of Ricki Lake.

We talking
about the same girl?
Christina Talbert?

Yeah. Baggy clothes,
looks like she's packing
some weight under there.

Yeah, she'd be
real sweet, too,

if she off-loaded
a few pounds.

Maybe she did,
the other night.

I think I would know
if my own daughter
was pregnant.

Christina
was not pregnant.

Is that
true, Christina?

Yes.

The final lab report
came in an hour ago.

Forensics found
amniotic fluid
in the mattress.

Do you know
what that is?

Yes. It didn't
come from me.

And the type O blood
in the room,

that didn't come
from you either?

No, it's not mine.

Then what was your
boyfriend doing there?

He wasn't there.

He was with me.

Christina, lying's
only going to make things
worse for you and Tommy.

If there was
a baby involved,

we need to know
what happened, now.

Christina, say something.

Listen I have
two kids

I know what it's like
to be pregnant.

It can make you
do crazy things.

Especially
if you're scared.

Christina?

Morning. I'd like to
speak to my client.

Don't you represent
the boyfriend?

They're both my clients.

Good. Maybe you can
talk some sense
into this one.

I'd like to
talk to her alone.

Hard to believe
she didn't know
her own kid was pregnant.

She didn't. You see
the look she gave when you
mentioned the blood type?

Now she knows.

How can a mother miss
something like that?

Wait till your
daughters grow up.

All right. None of this
gets back to her parents.

They find out and what,
no TV for a month?

Christina wants to be
the one to tell them.

Fine. Now she can tell us.

Well, I live with my parents,
and Tommy has a roommate.

We went to the hotel
for privacy.

What happened
in the hotel room?

We started having sex,

and I started bleeding,

and I went
into the bathroom,

and all this tissue
started coming out.

She miscarried.

I didn't even know
I was pregnant.

How pregnant?

I don't know.

Two or three months.

What did you do
with the fetus?

I flushed it in the toilet.

As you can imagine,
this is now
a private, family matter.

M.E.'s report.
Too much blood,
and too little amniotic fluid

in the hotel room
for it to be
a first-trimester birth.

She thinks the fetus
was probably seven
or eight months along.

So we're still
being lied to.

I'll call the D.A.
to get an order for
a medical exam of the girl.

A viable baby?

That's ridiculous.

There's no medical
standard for this.

So she bled a lot.

That's why
you want a doctor
to look up her dress?

She's been
traumatized enough.

Ms. Ross, do you have
anything besides
the M.E.'s opinion?

Miss Talbert
consistently lied
to the police.

She didn't want
her mother to know

that she was having sex
with her boyfriend.

Ms. Ross, come back when
you have actual evidence

to justify invading
this girl's privacy.

Tommy and I
don't exactly talk.

No late-night
heart-to-hearts
over a keg?

He talks to Christina.
Christina talks to him.
That's about it.

You see him on
Thursday night?

Yeah, at the frat house

I got there about 11:00.

This was 11:00?
You're sure?

Everyone was pretty
much wasted, except
for him and Christina.

They were dancing alone
in the middle of the floor

to that dumb song,
Endless Love.
It's their song.

We had
a search of every alley
and dumpster

between the hotel
and the university.

If we'd have found a baby,
we would've told you.

She didn't tell
anybody at school
that she was pregnant.

The guy who would know,
the boyfriend,
won't talk to us.

You're 17,
you're going to talk

to somebody
besides your boyfriend.

A doctor,
a best friend.

We didn't get
any cooperation

from her parents, so unless
we can get a peek
at her address book...

No probable cause
for a medical exam
means no probable cause

for a search warrant,
right?

Not necessarily.

Did Talbert file a report
for the stolen credit card?

The card
company did.

She bought books.
That's stolen goods.
Grounds for a search warrant.

We'll get two,
his and hers.

My husband called
the credit card company.

He told them it was
a misunderstanding.

They consider it stolen.

This Dr. Banks,
that her gynecologist?

And mine.

She hasn't seen him
since her annual
last August.

Ten months ago.

Rey.

Looks like blood.

Look at this.

Blank prescription forms.
Dr. Glenda Allen, OB/GYN.

Oh, (CLEARING THROAT) Rey,
Thoreau and the Germans.

Yes, Christina Talbert's
a patient of mine.

I see a lot of students
from the university.

When did she
first come in?

Uh... Two months ago.
If that.

She told us she was
two or three months pregnant,
and she miscarried.

Can you confirm that?

Not without violating
doctor-patient privilege.

Did she tell you
I was her doctor?

No. We found

blank sheets
from your prescription
pad in her room.

Any idea why
she'd have these?

No.

I don't understand.
I didn't prescribe
her anything.

Well, you keep
your prescription pad
on your desk.

She helped herself.

Now, about this
alleged miscarriage...

Look, even if
she is a thief,

I'm still not going to
violate her privilege.
I'm sorry.

Gynecology,
that's the business
I should've gone into.

Hey, Lennie, she took
those blank prescription
forms for a reason.

Right, and I never heard of
pharmacist-patient privilege.

Neither have I.

Christina Talbert,
oh, here we go.
Syntocinon.

Five milliliter solution.
Two weeks ago.

What's it for?
It's a nasal spray

for mothers who have
trouble breastfeeding.

What does it do
for pregnant women?

Makes them
not pregnant.

It's contraindicated.
It induces labor.

Thanks.

The stain you
found on the dress,
it's blood, type O.

Just one
blood type?

How many
were you expecting?

He was expecting
a stork.

No baby blood,
but baby feces.

Meconium.
Meaning?

Probably full term.

Born alive?

Since the meconium wasn't
mixed with amniotic fluid
it had to be excreted

post-birth.
It was alive.

Thanks.

Well, they made
a reservation,
they induced the birth.

We got premeditation.
We got murder.

Yeah, but no body.

I say we get a warrant.
Let the D.A. make it stick.

Let's call Ross.

He rejected the traditional,
American dream of success,

and yet had as much
disdain for mediocrity
as he did...

Oh, don't let us interrupt,
we're just auditing.

Stand up.
Stand up!

Christina Talbert,
Thomas Horton,

you're under arrest
for murder.

Don't worry. Somebody else
will take notes for you.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be used...

"Case number 97942.

"People v. Christina Talbert
and Thomas Horton.

"Murder in
the Second Degree."

What are their pleas?

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

The People request bail...
Mr. Garnett,

could you tell your clients
they're not to hold hands
in my courtroom.

Yes,
Your Honor.

Go ahead, Ms. Ross.
What do you want on bail?

500,000 for each defendant.

They have no priors,
Your Honor.
They're college students.

Who killed
their newborn baby.

Where's the body?
Where's the evidence?

That's not my problem.
I'm setting bail
at 200K for each.

Miss Talbert is not
to leave her home

except in the presence
of a parent,

and I strongly urge
the defendants
to refrain from contact

outside the presence
of counsel.

We can't even
see each other?

I don't want you
making any more victims.

But we're in love.
Quiet!

You don't seem to
realize why you're here.

Ms. Ross, I'm ordering
a 730 examination,

I'm not convinced
these two
are fit to stand trial.

Of course, I understand.
I'm being charged
with murdering someone.

Not just someone.
Your child.

I don't have a child.

Do you understand
it's wrong to kill?

Yes.

Even babies?

Yes.

How do your parents feel
about you getting pregnant?

My mother
won't speak to me.

Why not?

She's disappointed
I got pregnant.

Do you think she's right?

Yes.

Why?

Only stupid girls
get pregnant.

It's embarrassing.

Mom wants girl to be perfect.
Girl wants Mom to be happy.

Baby spoils the equation.

I don't see
what she's afraid of.

There's no evidence
of physical
or emotional abuse.

This girl lives or dies
by her mother's approval.

You take that away,
she doesn't have
much else.

She can't have much
in the way of
human feelings either.

They kill their baby,
then grieve by taking

a little spin
around the dance floor.

Big surprise.
She's a narcissistic bitch.
Forget about remorse.

To her, that baby
was like a peach pit
passing through her system.

Yeah.
All very illuminating.

What're you telling
the judge?

She knows
right from wrong,

appreciates the consequences
of her actions,
can assist counsel.

She's cleared
for take-off.

I'll send you my bill.

This case
gives me the creeps.

Yeah.

Without a body in evidence,
you're pushing uphill.

You're not suggesting
we offer
the lovebirds a plea?

Lousy kids.
Lousy case.

Talk to their lawyer.

I'm offering
first degree manslaughter,
eight-and-a-third-to-25.

How quickly
can I say no?

I'm putting aside the fact
your clients
premeditated this killing.

Says you. You wouldn't have
asked us here if your case
had a snowball's chance.

You wouldn't be here
if your clients
were innocent.

The fetus,

however old it was,
was stillborn.
There's no crime.

You're taking the position
a dead baby
excreted meconium.

No. I'm taking the position
you didn't find any meconium.

Motion to suppress.
The search was conducted
under false pretenses.

Let's go, before
Mr. McCoy charges you
with heavy breathing.

The warrant specified,
"books acquired with the use

"of a stolen credit card
or other relevant evidence
related thereto."

It said books.
They found books.
They seized them.

As an afterthought,
Your Honor.

The books were
on a bookshelf
in plain sight

the whole time
they were there.

They searched a closet,
a dresser, a desk.

I mean they were
halfway out the door

when they remembered
to take the books.

So they seized
the books last,
instead of first.

Is there a special recipe
they were supposed to follow?

The warrant said books.
Instead, they took papers
from an appointment book.

The warrant was a pretext.
That's per se abuse.

They went to Miss Talbert's
room looking
for evidence of one crime,

they found
evidence of another.
That's called luck.

It's called a scam.
The detectives knew

the credit card
wasn't in fact stolen.

They were acting
on a complaint
from the credit card company.

Yes, but they'd been told
by the credit card holder
it wasn't stolen,

and they already suspected
Miss Talbert
in the murder case.

Isn't that right?
Yes.

All right.
You're all very clever,
but don't tell me

the meconium and
the prescription forms

relate to
a stolen credit card.

Your Honor,
the meconium was found
on a dress in the closet.

A closet is a legitimate
search area for a warrant
for stolen goods.

You can't fault the police
for finding and seizing
blood-stained clothing.

I'll grant you the meconium,
Ms. Ross. It's admissible.

The stolen prescription
sheets are out.

You're rewarding Mr. McCoy
for his people's deception.

That's tough.
We're finished.

Nice save.

Without evidence
that she took a drug
to induce labor,

there goes
premeditation.

They did
reserve a room.

The case was weak,
now it's weaker.

Get one of them
to roll on the other.

So which devil do
we make our deal with?

The girl has the motive.
She's the one who
didn't want the baby.

Killing it was
probably her idea.

And the boy is
probably the one
who actually killed it,

and disposed
of the body.

I flipped a coin
in my head. Came up tails.
Talk to the boy.

That brings up
another problem,
their lawyer.

He'll probably veto
any settlement
that implicates the girl.

Her father posted bail
for both of them.

He's probably paying
Garnett's fees.

Get around the lawyer.

We're prepared
to offer him man two,
three-to-six.

He won't even look
out of place when
he goes back to college.

You'll knock
a murder charge
down to a C felony?

Let me guess, he testifies
against Miss Talbert.

That's right.
I thought...

No. Good day, Counselors.
Thank you for coming by.

That's the answer
I expected. Ms. Ross.

Our motion to remove you
as Mr. Horton's
attorney of record.

What?

We're conflicting
you out, Counselor.

There is no conflict,
Your Honor.

There's only
one defense position.

That's because there's only
one defense attorney.

My clients only want
one defense attorney.
It's their decision to make.

Who's to tell
them any different?

Your Honor, I made
a very fair offer
to Mr. Horton

in return for his testimony
against Miss Talbert.

How can he possibly
give objective advice
regarding this offer?

So fair it could
only have been made

to get me yanked
as Mr. Horton's counsel.

Was this a genuine offer,
or was it made solely
to create a conflict?

At the time,
it was a genuine offer.

I see.

Well, Mr. McCoy,
now you're stuck with it.

Your offer is
still on the table.

Now, I don't see how
having his own counsel

damages Mr. Horton's
interests.

Sorry, Mr. Garnett,
you're out.

It's a good
offer, Tommy.

It gives you a chance
to have a life.

Mr. Garnett said
they don't have
much of a case.

That's why he doesn't
represent you anymore.

He was right.
But there's a baby involved,
you're its father,

and I'm not
talking out of school
when I tell you

a jury is going to be
awfully tempted to reach
its own conclusions

and hold you responsible.

Mr. Horton,
if you take a plea,

I believe Miss Talbert
will take one, too.

And I'm a lot more generous
than a trial judge will be.

You don't get it.

If I take this deal,
I don't get a life.

I get a life
without Christina.

Miss Shelton,
you have to do whatever
I tell you to, right?

Yes.

We didn't do
anything wrong.

The baby was alive
when we left the room.

At first,
Miss Talbert denied
knowing Mr. Horton.

Then they both denied
being at the hotel.

Then Miss Talbert
told us she'd been
two months pregnant

and had a miscarriage.

Was any of this true?

No.

Forensics found
traces of meconium
on Miss Talbert's dress.

We were told by Forensics
this was conclusive proof
the baby was born alive.

Yes, as we just heard
from the Medical Examiner.

What, if any,
efforts did you make
to find this baby?

We conducted
an exhaustive search
of the area

between the hotel
and Hudson University.

We also questioned
the Carrington Hotel staff

and as many guests
as we could track down.

As a result,
can you tell us
what happened

to Miss Talbert
and Mr. Horton's baby?

I can tell you
what didn't happen.

It didn't crawl
out of that room

and it didn't turn up
as a foundling.

It wasn't taken home by anyone
who had access to that room.

Thank you.

Did your investigation
include people

who were registered
at the hotel

under false names
or any of their guests?

If they weren't there
under their own names, no.

Well, the Carrington
is the kind of place,
isn't it,

where people
sometimes don't use
their real names?

Objection.
Sustained.

Could one of the people
you weren't able to locate
have taken the baby?

Objection.
Calls for speculation.

You've made your point,
Mr. Garnett.

Move it along.

Detective, is there anyone
in your precinct who's
still working on the case?

Until we find a body,
Detective Briscoe and I
are still assigned.

Until that time,
what is the baby's
official status?

Missing. Presumed dead.

That's far short of dead
beyond reasonable doubt.

Objection.

Withdrawn.
No more questions.

After he was born,

Christina held him
for a little while.

She really loved him.

She couldn't stop worrying
about her mother.

So we

wrapped him
in a blanket,

we left him on the bed,
where the maid
would find him.

Then we did
the hardest thing
we've ever done.

We walked out of the room.

Then we went back
to the fraternity.

Christina, she felt sick,
and she started to bleed.

She went to the bathroom,
and passed the afterbirth,

and then she wanted me
to take her home.

What happened next?

I didn't sleep
all night.

I called Christina
to make sure
that she was okay.

We talked
about the baby.

We decided
that I should go back
to the hotel.

But the police
were already there,

and I figured, for sure,
they'd found the baby
and it'd be all right.

Just so we understand you,

you felt so upset,

that you went back
to a party at
your fraternity house?

Yes. Didn't really know
where else to go.

And you requested a song,
Endless Love,
isn't that right?

It was a special
song for us.

And you danced?

We were just
holding each other.

On the dance floor.

Isn't that called dancing?

Yeah. I guess.

We both
felt really bad.

So you punished
yourself for murder
by having a little dance.

Objection.
Sustained.

Didn't it occur
to you to call 911,

and tell the police
about your child?

Yes. Christina felt sick,

and I had to get her home.

They don't have
a phone at her house?

I didn't want to
wake up her parents.

How about on the way back
to your dorm?

I don't know.

I was just worried
about Christina.

Can you tell us
anything you did

to suggest that you
had a single thought

about that child
after it was born?

I don't know.

You're pre-med,
she's an honors student,

you're intelligent,
young people.

You must've given it
some thought.

Objection.
Argumentative.

Sustained.

The truth is,
you didn't give a damn
about that child, did you?

You had decided
to kill your baby

when you reserved
the hotel room.

Objection!

Enough, Mr. McCoy.
The objection is sustained.

I don't have anything more
for this witness.

The jury liked his
Romeo-of-the-Dairyland
routine.

I thought
he got creamed.

Then we're tied
going into closings.

You're a tough
handicapper.

I'm handicapping
the jury.

They keep looking over
at Christina.
They like what they see.

Yeah. When you're in love,
the whole world's
in love with you.

And she just can sit there,
all sweet and innocent.

Garnett was smart
not to put her
on the stand.

There goes
the weekend.

It's Briscoe.

Gas company
worker found it.

White, male baby.
Umbilical cord
still attached.

Somebody dug deep
to bury it.

Not really.

This is backfill
dumped on top
of the burial site.

We had a gas leak.

Had to undo a couple of
months' worth of work.

He was wrapped in this.

Carrington Hotel.

M.E.'s report,
quick and dirty.

Baby boy. Day old or less.
Born alive and healthy.

Manual strangulation,
larynx was crushed.

Death was instantaneous.
Bastards.

They have a positive
identification?

They can pull some DNA
from the amniotic fluid
in the hotel room,

but it's going to take
a while to run a match.

I'll settle for
a blood type match.

Have Detective Briscoe
and the Medical Examiner

ready to testify on Monday.

Notify Judge Barry
we have rebuttal witnesses.

Jack, I think there's
somebody else we might
want to talk to first.

I spoke
to the contractor.

He said the burial site
was backfilled

two days after
the baby was killed.

You don't think
those kids just got lucky?

No one's that lucky.

I'm afraid
the baby is dead.

The body was found buried
about 10 blocks
from the hotel.

It's a commercial
construction site
near the West Side Highway.

You know anything
about that, Mr. Talbert?

Should I?

Your firm did
the structural drillings.

So? There were
47 sub-contractors
on that job.

And the contractor says
you were one of
only six individuals

who had keys to
the site at that time.

Warren, what did you do?

Sarah...
No!

I want to know
what you did.

You were asleep
when they came home.

Christina didn't look well,
and I knew
something was wrong

I made them tell me
what happened.

They said they left the baby
in the hotel, alive.

They wanted go back.
I told them
it was too dangerous.

I told Tommy to go home.
I sent Christina to bed.

Then I drove to the hotel,
and when I got there,

it was on the bed,
wrapped in a blanket.

It was wheezing.
It was in trouble.

I brought it to my car,
but before I could
get it to a hospital,

it was dead.

I took it to
the construction site
and I buried it.

Our Medical Examiner
has determined that
the baby was strangled.

Someone choked it
with their bare hands.

No! No!
It died of natural causes.

Please, don't insult
our intelligence.

The baby was dead
when you found it,
wasn't it?

I better talk
to my lawyer.

Mr. Talbert's agreed to
tell you what he knows.

He has only one condition.

Shoot.

You drop the charges
against his daughter.

In return, he'll testify
against the boy.

As far as we're concerned,
they're equally guilty.
Her maybe more so.

Whatever.
You let the girl walk,
no charges, no record.

Or he doesn't
tell you squat.

Let's hear
what he has to say first.

Off the record.

I found the baby
in the trash can
in the hotel room.

It was wrapped
in a towel.

There was newspaper
on top of it, to hide it.

It was dead.

I can't accept your terms.

I'll subpoena him.
He'll testify
with no preconditions.

Absolutely not.
He'll take the Fifth.

I'm conferring
immunity right now.

You're taking the stand
tomorrow morning,
Mr. Talbert.

He won't testify.

Are you sure about that,
Mr. Talbert?

I am not sending
my daughter to jail.

What are you
going to do, Mr. McCoy?
Cite him for contempt?

He gets 30 days in jail,
and you still get nothing.

For God's sake,
he's just trying
to save his daughter.

No deal. Ms. Ross,
get an officer in here

Mr. Talbert,
I'm having you arrested

pending a contempt hearing.

McCoy...

I've had enough of him,
his daughter
and her boyfriend.

If I could indict him
as a co-conspirator, I would.

This baby is dead.
I hope they all
go to jail for it.

Place this man under arrest
and get him out of my office.

The baby was
wrapped in a towel
bearing the initials "CH."

The manager of
the Carrington Hotel

confirmed that it was
in fact one of theirs.

Is this the towel,
Detective?

Yes. That's my signature
on the evidence bag.

People's 56, Your Honor.
No more questions.

Detective,

do you know who
disposed of the body
at the construction site?

Not for a fact.

Now that site's kept
locked at night, isn't it?

It's surrounded
by an eight-foot

chain-link fence
topped by barbed wire?

Yes.
It wouldn't be easy

to climb over that,
carrying a six-pound
weight, would it?

I guess not.

Do you know
who had a key to the gate?

Actually, there
were six people.

Including my
client's father,

isn't that right?
Objection.

Why? I have the right to
put forth alternate theories
of the crime, Your Honor.

Not without evidence
to support them.

That's what
I'm trying to get at,
Your Honor. Evidence.

Overruled.
Answer the question,
Detective.

Yes, he had a key,
which his daughter
could've borrowed.

Your Honor...

You asked the question,
Mr. Garnett.

Anything else?

No, Your Honor.
No more questions.

Detective Briscoe,
you may step down.

The People have no more
rebuttal witnesses.

The defense does.
We'd like to call
Mrs. Sarah Talbert.

She was president
of her history club
in high school.

She was vice-president
of the student council,

and she was the editor
of her high school yearbook,

and she received
the Hardiman Prize
for geometry.

She has a very bright future
ahead of her.

Her having
an illegitimate child,
was that something

you and your husband
had in mind?

Objection.

Sustained.
Move along, Mr. Garnett.

Mrs. Talbert,
this past Sunday morning,

did you and your husband
receive a visit

from Mr. McCoy
and Ms. Ross?

Yes.

During that visit,

did your husband
make any admissions
concerning the death

and burial of
your daughter's baby?

Objection!
Approach, Your Honor.

It's the People's position
that Mr. Talbert lied
to protect his daughter.

That's his position,
not mine

Mr. Talbert's credibility
is an issue for the jury.

Then the person
who should be testifying
here is Mr. Talbert.

Well, he isn't, because
Mr. McCoy has him
in jail for contempt.

He advised counsel
that if called,

he would invoke his
Fifth Amendment rights.

I immunized him.
He still refused
to testify.

He'll stay in jail
until he changes his mind.

Your Honor, I don't
represent Mr. Talbert.
I have no control over him.

To penalize my client
and Mr. Horton for
Mr. Talbert's actions

amounts to
a reversible error.

Your Honor, ask Mr...

How long have you had
Mr. Talbert locked up?

A little over 36 hours.

He's not going to
change his mind, Mr. McCoy.
You're overruled.

The witness will answer.

Mrs. Talbert?

My husband said
that he went to
the hotel room, and he...

He found the baby
there alive.

It was having
trouble breathing.

What else?

He said that it died
before he could
get to the hospital.

He decided to bury it.

We've heard testimony
that your grandchild
was strangled.

My husband did
not kill that baby.

Well, are you saying
that it was your daughter
and her boyfriend?

No! Christina's not
a murderer.

She couldn't possibly harm
a defenseless little baby.

Well, then you're saying
that your daughter

must've allowed
Mr. Horton to strangle

her child.
No, never.

Then it must've
been your husband.
Objection.

I didn't say that.
Sustained.

You can't have it
both ways, Mrs. Talbert!

Your Honor...
Your husband or your daughter!

I don't know.
Mr. Garnett.

I don't know.

Mr. Garnett. Enough.

No more questions.

Now you've heard
testimony about
Christina Talbert's father.

He found the baby alive
in the hotel room.

It died while in his care.
He buried it in
a construction site.

Now, is he lying
to protect his daughter
or to protect himself?

Even his own wife isn't sure,
and Mr. Talbert won't tell us

because he'd rather
sit in jail, than explain
himself to you.

Now I want you to look
at these two children.

These polite, bright,
naive children.

If you think it's possible,
that in an act of
panic and confusion,

they killed that baby,
you must also admit
that it's possible

Warren Talbert killed it.
That's called
reasonable doubt.

That's why there's only
one right thing to do.

You must acquit.

As you retire to
conduct your deliberations,

some of you may
take with you the image of
Mrs. Talbert on the stand,

unable to choose
between her husband
and her daughter.

Could you point
at your own daughter,

and say that
she killed her baby?

The fact that Mrs. Talbert
couldn't isn't evidence.

It's emotional
manipulation.

And that this girl
could sit there,

and let it happen
to her own mother,

tells you
what you need to know
about her.

I'd like you to take
another image with you.

Picture these
naive children

dancing arm in arm
in a frat house
to a love song,

minutes after
they strangled their baby
with their bare hands

and left it wrapped
in a blood-soaked towel.

Think about that,

then cast your vote.

Madam Foreperson, has
the jury reached a verdict?

Yes, Your Honor,
we have.

Will the defendants
please rise.

For the defendant
Thomas Horton,

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

We find the defendant
Thomas Horton not guilty.

For the defendant
Christina Talbert,

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

We find the defendant
Christina Talbert not guilty.

Members of the jury,
I thank you
for your service.

You are now dismissed.

Baby's dead,
and no one's responsible.

No one was responsible
when it was alive either.

Warren Talbert's
still in jail.

We could get him
for obstruction of justice,
destruction of evidence.

We got beat.
Just send him home
to his family.