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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.

I've been lied to
by experts.

Like I said, no wife,
no roommates,
no live-ins.

No problems, baby.

Oh.

Red lipstick?

My mother's.

You want a drink,
baby? Wine?

Uh-huh. A glass
of red wine
would be nice.

All right.

Are you sure
you're not married?

Last time I checked.

I did it. You don't
have to worry anymore.

I killed Dee-Dee.

Here we go.

I just remembered,
there's someplace
I gotta be.

Oh, Come on, baby.
What's the matter?

No.

Stop it! Stop it!
Come on.

What?

Come on.

Hey, what did I do?
Come on, now!

The message said,
"I killed her."

Are you sure
you heard right?

I mean,
you said yourself,
you'd had a few drinks.

This guy had someone killed.
It said so on the machine.

And where
can we find him?

You know that big building
on the corner
of Riverside and 114th?

Well, that's where
he lives.

Okay.

What's his name?

Stanley.

He said he was
a fashion photographer,
but I don't know where.

Okay, let me see
if I got this straight.

Stanley somebody,
who's a fashion photographer
someplace,

lives in some apartment,
probably in a building
at 114th and Riverside

and has a message
about the murder
of somebody

who might be
named Dee-Dee.

That's right.

Yeah, thanks for coming in.

You think you could
describe him
to our sketch artist?

Yes.
Good.

You wait here.
We'll bring someone.

Oh, this is gonna be
a slam dunk, Rey.

I got
Stan Arnold,
Stan Hudson,

except he's in New Mexico
till the end of October.

Stan Kaminski...

Why don't you take a look
at the picture.

Our Stanley
is a photographer.

About my height, dark hair,
likes to pick up women
in bars...

Kaminski.

Did you see him
with anyone last night?

When the Rangers play,
I don't see anything
except the television.

Where can we
find him?

He works in a lumber store,
West 88th.

She had dark hair, skinny.
I don't remember her name.

Does the name
"Ellen" ring a bell?

Something happen to her?

Just tell us
what went on.

We go back to my place.
One minute she's warming up,

next thing it's a no-hitter.

But I didn't touch her.
She saying I touched her?

No.

You return all the calls
you got on your answering
machine last night?

I haven't checked
the messages.

Do you know a girl
by the name of "Dee-Dee"?

What's this got to do
with my answering machine?

She says someone left
a message on your machine
about Dee-Dee.

This chick listens
to my answering machine,
invading my privacy,

and I'm the one
getting the third degree?

Who's Dee-Dee, Stan?

I don't know
any Dee-Dee.

Good, then you won't mind us
listening to your messages,

we'll clear this up,
and we'll be on our way.

Come on, man,
I'm working here.
What do you want from me?

We'll square it
with your boss.

And I'm leaving
with two cops?

Well, look at
the bright side, Stan,

you're not
wearing handcuffs.

Number
of messages received, two.

Hi, this is Kristin, from
the clam house last Friday.

I'm off the whole weekend.

Have bikini, will travel,
if you still wanna go
to your place in Jamaica.

The number's 555-0137. Bye.

Friday, 11:20 a.m.

You're a busy man.

Mr. Kaminski, this is
Mr. Lee from OK Cable.

Could you give us a call
regarding your
outstanding balance?

Friday, 12:47 p.m.
End of final message.

So, which one of these is
supposed to be from Dee-Dee?

The tape rewinds
after the last
message plays?

Yeah.

Then, we're gonna need
to take the tape with us.

Let me just get a pen.

555-0137.

What?

Have bikini,
will travel, 555-0137.

The loudness
of the original message

and the high-frequency
left a print-through.

I did it. You don't
have to worry anymore.

I killed Dee-Dee.

The number is 555...
Thursday, 7:37 p.m.

Sounds young.
Probably female.
Early 20s.

Maybe he got
one of his girlfriends
to kill Dee-Dee.

This guy's good-looking,
but not that good-looking.
Thanks.

Don't you have crimes
with actual bodies
to investigate?

It could be,
she just wants to
rattle his chain.

Hey, if she just wanted
to make trouble for him,
she could've yelled "rape."

Okay. Stanley Kaminski,
1995, assault three,
probation.

And last April,
a Dina Perucci

got an
order of protection
against him.

Dina... Dee-Dee?

Go see if Dina's
still alive and kicking.

Miss Perucci?
Who are you?

I'm Detective Briscoe,
this is Detective Curtis.

I'm Theresa Green.
Dina's not home.

Do you know when
she'll be back?

She hasn't been
around since Monday.

Is that unusual for her?

We're flight attendants.

Do you know
her boyfriend,
Stan Kaminski?

Oh, that guy?
What did he do now?

Well, she had
a protection order
against him.

Dina breaks up with him,
one week later,
2:00 in the morning,

he comes banging
on our door.

When's the last
time you saw her?

Monday morning.
I had a flight,

and when I got back,
she wasn't here.

How many times
do I have to tell you,
I don't know this Dee-Dee.

How about Dina Perucci.
You know who she is,
don't you?

What's she got
to do with this?

She had
an order of protection
against you.

Dina overreacted.

You like playing rough
with women, Stan?

I knocked
on Dina's door.
What's the big deal?

The big deal
is the murder confession
on your answering machine.

Where's Dina?

I haven't seen her
in months.

She jammed you up
with that restraining order.

Maybe you wanted
to jam her, too?

Maybe the message
was a mistake,
a wrong number.

When I first
got this number,

I used to get
a lot of calls
for some other guy.

This other guy got a name?

Ray or Roy.

"Ray or Roy,"
that's all you got?

Come on. Let's go.

What about this
other guy, Ray?

When you remember anything
more about him,
like his last name,

tell lock-up,
they'll let us know.

Hey, we heard from Worldwide.
Dina Perucci's
in Athens on a layover.

So, Dina's not Dee-Dee.

Or she is,
and the phone call
was just a prank.

Or she isn't,
and the call was
for this guy, Roy.

Listen, send
Mr. Kaminski home.

Uh-huh.

We don't have
the budget for this.

Do you have
a current address?

All right. Thanks.

Roy Lawlor,
he had the number
before Kaminski.

I did it. You don't
have to worry anymore.

I killed Dee-Dee.

Do you recognize the voice?

No idea.

You don't know anybody
named Dee-Dee, huh?

No.

Diane? Dina? Doris?

Maybe somebody you met
along your route?

The only people I meet
are named Roberto
and Jacques.

Oh, yeah, and Joe the barber.
And they're not
killing each other over me.

Hey, two packs a day?

Ever since
I quit drinking.

You a friend
of Bill W.?

Yeah, when I quit,
I went half nuts.

I went into the program
when my marriage broke up.

It's still a struggle.

One day at a time, huh?

Sure. One long day.

Roy's out in the field
most of the time.

What does he cover?

The Bronx,
uptown Manhattan
to Lincoln Center,

East Side
to 86th Street.

You guys
are from the 15?

No, 27.

You know anybody at the 15?
I got parking problems.

Four tickets
in the past month.

My guys pull up outside,
double-park for
two minutes to restock,

by the time they get
back to the car,
there's a ticket.

Listen, is Lawlor
close with any
of the other salesmen?

No, he doesn't
spend much time
with the other guys.

Most of them
work out of town,
the tri-state area.

Lawlor has to stay
pretty much in the city.

How come?

I couldn't get
insurance on him.

Our carrier said
he was a liability.

What's his problem?
DUIs?

Something
under the influence.

Two years ago,
he got drunk, passed out,
and started a fire.

Killed somebody.

Who?

His daughter, Diane.

Dee-Dee.

So, what should I do
with the parking tickets?

Pay them,
like we do.

Five-year-old kid
asleep on a daybed
in a corner of the room.

Fire company got there
in the early stages,
but the windows were shut.

Smoke inhalation.

Father recovered.
Kid didn't.

EMTs worked on her
for 45 minutes,
but she was already dead.

How did it start?
With a cigarette

in the living room,
near the couch
where we found Lawlor.

Says here it started
three feet from the couch.

Now usually,
if someone
drops a cigarette,

doesn't the fire
start on or near them?

That's a good point.

There were cigarette butts
all over the floor.

I guess the investigator
figured one of them
hit some newspapers.

Who called it in?

Neighbor's dog
started going crazy.

She went into the hall,
smelled the smoke.

And Lawlor says
he started the fire?

After he came to.

He was out
when they found him.

Because of the smoke
inhalation?

That, and his blood
alcohol was .25.
He was loaded.

Where was the mother
at the time?

Upstate, Saratoga.

Awfully big
memory lapse, Roy.

You try dealing
with something like this.

Who made the phone call?

I don't know.
Somebody's
trying to spook me.

Now who'd do that?

I don't know.
You want a list

of the people
I've pissed off,
pull up a seat.

Why don't we start
with your ex-wife?

Come on.

Don't go
re-hashing it with her.
She's been through enough.

She a drinker, too, Roy?

You wanna tell us
where to find her?

I don't know where she is.

Oh, you don't keep
in touch with her?

Like I said,
she's been through enough.

You used
my Social Security number
to look up where I work?

And your boss
sent us here.

Can't even
drink in peace anymore.

Mrs. Lawlor...

Call me Sandra.

And you
can call me Sandy.

Mrs. Lawlor, we need to
ask you some questions
about your daughter's death.

What?
We're just following up.

The report said
you were up in Saratoga.

I was at a conference.

What about last Thursday,
around 11:00 or 12:00
in the afternoon?

Do you remember
where you were?

I was still asleep.
I didn't get up till 1:00.

It's my day off.

Sleeping off a late night?

All my nights are late.

Did you try calling
your ex-husband that day?

No, why?

Somebody
left him a message

at his old number.

Why would I call
his old number?

Last time I spoke to him
was September 25th.

You remember
the exact date?

It would've been
Dee-Dee's seventh birthday.

I pulled the LUDs off
Sandra Lawlor's phone.

No calls to Kaminski,

but she did make
some late night calls
to Roy's new number.

Hmm. All calls
were a minute long.

Yeah,
just long enough

to get the
answering machine
and hang up.

Lawlor was screening
his calls.

Yeah, and she also made
about a dozen
one-minute late night calls

to another number.

Get this,
this number is registered
to an Elaine Anderton Lawlor.

Another Mrs. Lawlor?

This one's
on Park Avenue.

Could be a sister,
or an aunt.

Well, whoever it is,
I pulled their LUDs, too.

The confession was made
from their phone.

Roy?

We got divorced
eight years ago.

He moved to the West Side
six, seven months ago.

I haven't
talked to him since.

What about Sandra Lawlor?

His second wife?

That drunk calls at all hours,
complaining about me,
complaining about him.

Is Roy in some
kind of trouble?

We're looking into
the death
of his daughter, Diane.

Uh-huh. And?

Someone left a message
on an answering machine
confessing to the arson.

Well, what does that
have to do with me?

The call came
from this apartment.

That's impossible.

Introduce me
to your friends, Elaine.

Daddy, these are
police detectives.

Oh, is there a problem?

They're saying someone
used our phone to confess
to killing Roy's daughter.

Well, someone's
pulling your leg.

Be that as it may,
the phone records
show the call...

In my business,
I only trust records

that I can prove
haven't been
tampered with.

Well, why would somebody
want to tamper
with your phone records?

My daughter is no longer
married to that drunk.

If you have
questions about the fire,
talk to him. He set it.

He destroyed one life,
he nearly
destroyed my daughter's.

Now, this is my lawyer.
You can talk to him
to your heart's content.

Now, if you'll please leave,
I'd appreciate it.

Thank you.

Who works
for the Andertons?

Yeah,
you got two housekeepers,
Elsie Ruiz and Anne Ryan,

the cook, Emma Hooper,
the chauffeur, a secretary,

people going in
and out all the time.

Ages?

Ruiz is around 60.

And Ryan?

50s. Hooper,
maybe 40, 45.

Anybody else?

No, just Mr. Anderton,
his daughter and her kid.

Her kid?

Yeah, Terry.

Him and his mother have
lived with Mr. Anderton
since her divorce.

How old is Terry?

Teenager,
like 14, 15.

High-pitched voice?
Yeah.

Where is he now?
He's at school.

Their chauffeur
brings him home
around 4:00.

All right, thanks.
Sure.

The kid?
The kid.

I doubt the Andertons
are gonna volunteer him
for a voice sample.

Maybe he'll volunteer
one himself.

Hey, kid! We're looking
for the Metropolitan Museum.

Yeah,
take a left
right there,

go three blocks over,
and go straight up Fifth.

Okay, right there,
and then
three blocks over?

No, no, no. First left.
Go to Fifth

and go all the way
up to the 80s.
You can't miss it.

Oh, thanks,
nice talking to you.

The kid's voice barely
registers 50 decibels.

Even with a filter,
60% match
is what I can do.

Thanks.

60% is about 20% short
of an arrest warrant.

Let's take a look
at the arson evidence.

Five cigarette butts,
some newspapers,

a couple of matchbooks.

The Connaught Hotel,
London.

Yeah, my first wife
wanted to stay there
one night.

I figured out
we could afford one hour.

That seem like
Roy Lawlor's
kind of place?

Not the Roy Lawlor I saw,
but it's right up
Carl Anderton's alley.

Where was it found?

On the floor,
in the hallway.

Was it ever checked
for prints?

No.

Huh.

Geniuses. The cardboard
has an acetate finish.

It's not too damaged.
They should have been
able to lift a print.

Maybe they still can.

Latent found a print
on the matchbook.
It's not Roy's.

Whose?

Well, the size
of the print looks like
it could belong to a kid.

What else do you got?

A 60% voice match
on the phone call.

Only 60%? Carl Anderton
sits on the Mayor's
re-election committee.

Hey, if he sat in a booth
collecting tolls
for the Lincoln Tunnel,

we'd be arresting
his grandson by now.

What's that
supposed to mean?

You've got...
We've got a print,

we've got a confession.

Motive?

It's the kid's half-sister.
You don't have to be

a genius to come
up with something.

Then come up with something.

What about the father?

He's had plenty
of opportunities

to implicate his son,
but he hasn't.

The little girl's mother?

If she had anything
to say about Terry
and the fire,

she would've said
it by now.

What about the people
who live with the boy?

I'm sure there's no shortage
of household help
at the Andertons'.

Yeah. If they worked
there two years ago,
if we can find them,

and if they'll talk to us.

I have confidence in you.

When I worked
for Mr. Anderton,

he had me sign
a confidentiality agreement.

Well, he can't stop you
from talking to us.

A little girl died
in a fire we think
Terry might've set.

He makes all his
employees sign one.

This girl
was five years old.

Come on. You gonna
wait for a subpoena?

Sooner or later,
you're gonna
have to talk to us.

After the fire,
Terry stayed in his room,

drawing pictures
of that poor little girl.

Did
he talk about her?

Only to his father.

Terry would call him
in the middle of the night.

I could hear him
from the other room,
talking on and on.

About what?

Well, Terry could
only see his father
on the weekends.

He blamed
the little girl.

What else did
he say about her?

He said she was trying
to turn his father
against him.

A little girl.
It was crazy.

I thought maybe
he was on drugs.

After the fire,
Terry stopped calling him.

Did Terry use drugs?

I don't think so.

Do you know where he was
the night of the fire?

I don't know.

Two weeks after the fire,

I checked through a bag
of clothes
for The Salvation Army.

Why would you do that?

Well, they throw things out.
Lots of stuff is still good.

So, you looked in the bag...

I found a shirt.

And?

You could still
smell the smoke.

Was it one
of Terry's shirts?

Come on, sweetie.

Terry Lawlor.

What do you think
you're doing?

We have a warrant
for your son, ma'am.

Terry Lawlor,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Diane Lawlor.

Mom...
It's okay.
It's a misunderstanding.

You have the right
to remain silent.

You have the right
to an attorney.

You can talk to
my lawyer about this.

We'll be happy to talk
to you and your lawyer
down at the precinct.

Getting in?

God, you bastards.

Well, I don't like it,

my grandson having to wear
some sort of electronic
monitoring device

while he's out
on bail.

All due respect,
if he weren't
your grandson,

he might not
even be out on bail.

With all due respect,
Mr. McCoy,
if he weren't my grandson,

he wouldn't even have been
charged with the crime.

Mr. McCoy, Terry Lawlor's
a good kid.

Whose prints were found
at an arson that killed
another good kid.

Well, that's not enough
to prove that my grand...

We have enough
for a trial.

Or could we talk
about a plea?

No, no. We're here to talk
about dropping the charges.

We'll talk about a plea
with the boy's mother.

I'm his guardian.

I make all decisions
concerning him.
You'll talk to me, Mr. McCoy.

The arson squad
closed this case
two years ago.

A drunk named
Roy Lawlor did it.

This case is not
about Roy Lawlor.

Nor, for that matter,
is it about you,
Mr. Anderton.

Oh, it certainly
is about me.

No way you'll prove
Terry set that fire.

We have his confession
on tape.

Not for long.

It's a motion
for an audibility hearing.

A 60% voice match
is crap, and you know it.

Six reports

from three different
nationally recognized experts

comparing the tape
to my client's voice
and to five random samples.

My wife's voice
was a 50% match.

We're not offering
a conclusive match,
Your Honor,

but a probable one
in light of
the other evidence.

Your Honor, the tape
was altered in the lab.

The call
to the answering machine
came from his client's home.

That may be so,
but whether or not

my client made
the call is the issue.

Mr. McCoy,
the tape was enhanced,

and produced a voice
match disputed by experts.

By defense experts.

I also heard
your experts.

I listened to the tapes

and I can't tell
that the two voices
are from the same person.

Given the inflammatory nature
of the tape's content,

I'm going to suppress it.

Carl Anderton's grandson.
Carl's a good man.

We worked on
the Lindsay campaign
together.

We're not
prosecuting him.

The boy obviously feels
repentant for what he did.

He called his father,
didn't he?

You offered a plea?

We got turned down.

What kind of plea?
We didn't get that far.

He turned down
the idea of a plea.

Adam, why are we
pussyfooting around?

The man has a $4 billion
war chest. Three years ago,

the Atlantic-Star
Cable merger, he took on
the SEC and won.

He's rich,
he's powerful.

Maybe we should let
Robin Leach try the case.

Carl Anderton
brought down a governor,

put senators in office,
and now he's fighting
for his grandson.

I'm not kissing
his ass, Adam.

I want you to
treat him with respect.

He gets the same from me
as everybody else.

I don't care who he is.

Bobby Kennedy sat
right in that chair
over there,

smoking Monte Cruise,

right after we signed
the Bedford-Stuyvesant
Restoration Agreement.

Remember?
Yeah.

You were sitting at...

I stood right over there.

Yeah. That's right.
You want something, Adam?

No, thank you.

You know why I'm here.

We've been through some
rough times together, Carl.

This is gonna be
another one.

It's just gonna
end up a bloody mess.

Adam, if you wanted to,
you could make it go away.

Your grandson confessed.

No, that was
no confession.

Terry was just trying
to make his father
feel better.

The boy has
a good heart.

There's other evidence.
A plea bargain
is the best way to go.

When is your term up?
Is it next spring, what?

What are you implying?

Don't misunderstand me.

We go back a long way.

It was a different city.

But you know,
the important things,
loyalty and friendship,

they haven't changed.

No, they haven't.

He's my only
grandson, Adam,

and you were
at his mother's wedding.

I've got pictures of you
holding the boy
when he was a baby.

I'm sorry, Carl.
There's a plea offer
on the table.

Take it, don't take it,
it's up to you.

Adam, you deny me
this personal request?

I can't do this,
my friend.

I won't.

A fingerprint
on an old matchbook
and a smelly shirt,

not the strongest case
I've ever taken to trial.

It might help if we could
tell a jury what turned Terry
into an arsonist.

He was angry at his father.
That's an emotion
I can understand.

Something pushed him
over the edge.

The nanny suspected drugs.
It'd be nice
to be able to prove it.

I checked the school records,
medical records, insurance,

there's no sign
he ever had a drug problem.

What about friends?

I haven't found any.

And I can't get anybody
at his school to say
anything bad about him.

They're afraid of losing
a future endowment.

What about other schools
the boy attended?

Selwyn Academy.
The prep he was at
when the fire occurred.

They won't talk
to me either.

That their yearbook?

Mmm-hmm.

Looks pretty harmless
in a jacket and tie.

You all do.

Yeah. Oh, look, here.

They had a school counselor.

If the kid was doing drugs,
maybe she'll know about it.

Drugs weren't his problem.

Maybe he would've been
better off if they were.

What was his problem?

His real problem?

I never got
the chance to find out.

But his behavior in school
was something else.

A handful?

Depending on when
you caught him.

He could be
a charmer one week,

and then an absolute
monster the next.

He'd get in these funks,
and I could hardly
get a word out of him.

Given his home life,
wouldn't you expect him
to be moody?

It wasn't about that.

He decided to run
for Student President
of the middle school.

He had a very
well-articulated platform,
posters, the whole bit.

A week before the election,
he withdrew.

I asked him why.
He went into a diatribe

about the other candidate
sabotaging his campaign,
planting spies.

Was it true?

He said he could hear them
whispering through the walls.

Paranoia, schizophrenia,
bipolar disorder...

You expect me
to make a diagnosis

based on the observations
of an amateur?

Yeah. You got
a problem with that?

Okay. He can't relate
to others, has low tolerance
for frustration,

he's unpredictable...

So far, that's my kid.

Now, the fear and suspicion,
the whispering
through the walls,

sounds like
he's in the early stages
of bipolar disorder.

Bipolar disorder.

Alternating cycles
of depression and mania.

Periods of feeling
better than normal,

brighter and more
energetic and charming,

hyper-sexuality
and poor judgment.

Then, suddenly
irritability,
aggression,

delusions of persecution,
hearing voices.

That's what's going on
with this kid?

It's a third-hand diagnosis.
Take it for what it's worth.

But it might explain
why the kid's a fire bug.

If he's crazy,
why isn't his lawyer

going for an
insanity defense?

Good question.

Bipolar disorder?

I think you need
your head examined,
Mr. McCoy.

We didn't just pull
this out of thin air.

We talked to a former
school counselor,
to his friends...

People with impeccable
credentials in the field
of psychiatry.

The behavior they observed
can't be explained
any other way.

Mr. Anderton,
I don't have any interest
in prosecuting your grandson

if he has
a mental disease.

There is nothing
wrong with Terry.

Then, you won't mind
if our psychiatrist
examines him.

So you can
gather evidence
against him?

I don't think so.

It would be
off the record.
You have nothing to lose.

Mr. Anderton, your grandson
needs treatment, not prison.

The way your case is going,
he doesn't have
to worry about prison.

Sir, your grandson
killed that little girl.

Either in prison
or in a psychiatric hospital,
he's going to answer for it.

At the end of this,
Mr. McCoy, my grandson
is coming home with me.

We'll see what a judge
has to say about that.
I'm moving for a 730 exam.

Your Honor,
I've brought this motion
in the interest of justice.

Aren't the defendant's
best interests
served by his counsel?

Unless counsel refuses
to acknowledge the obvious.

What obvious?

Your Honor, the defendant
hasn't been
howling at the moon

or ripping his hair out.

He's not crazy.

If there's nothing wrong
with his client,
then a 730 exam can't...

A pointless proceeding
that can only be
to my client's detriment.

The prosecutors
can question him
in violation of his rights.

Mr. McCoy, if his client's
mental condition
is so obvious,

then it should be apparent
if I talk to him.

I'll question him
in chambers and decide
if your motion has merit.

I'd like our psychiatrist
to observe.

Absolutely not.

I'll decide what goes on
in my chambers, Mr. Weaver.

Mr. McCoy's psychiatrist
can observe, but I'll be
the one asking the questions.

The court
is back in session.

Judge Jane...

So you understand

everything that's happened
in this case so far?

Yes, ma'am.

And how do you feel
about all this?

Scared.

Understandable.
And how is it
for you, at home?

Well, I've been playing
a lot of Nintendo.

I can't really rollerblade
with this thing on.

Thank you for coming in.
You can wait
for Mr. Weaver outside.

He seems like
a normal teenager to me.

With all due respect,
Your Honor,

I would have asked
different questions.

That's why
you were allowed here
only as an observer.

Your Honor,
Dr. Skoda's point is...

Mr. McCoy, I don't care
what his point is.

I'm satisfied
that the defendant
is of sound mind.

Your motion
for a 730 exam is denied.

I'm not
a mind reader, Jack.

"Hi, how are you?"
is not
a diagnostic question.

You can't
tell me anything?

He likes rollerblading
and Nintendo. So do I.

I don't get it.
They should've jumped
at a chance for the exam.

They think
they're going to win.

The way things are going,
they're probably right.
So now what?

We go to trial.

If they won't use
his mental state
to get him acquitted, fine,

we'll use it to convict him.
He set the fire
because he's deluded.

If he has a mental disease,
he doesn't belong
in prison, Jack.

Maybe it won't
come down to that.

And what if it does?

That's what
they pay us for.

After Dee-Dee was born,
Terry became aggressive
with her.

In what way?

Squeezing her too hard,
for one thing.

Did you discuss this
with your husband?

I told Roy I didn't
want Terry around her.

I was afraid
he might do something.

We cut his visits
to just weekends,
when I could be there.

Why didn't you
tell the police
any of this before?

I didn't think it mattered.
Roy said
the fire was his fault.

Thank you.
Nothing further.

Mrs. Lawlor,
were there any witnesses,

other than yourself,
who saw Terry hug Diane?

No.

Do you drink?

Objection. Relevance.

Goes to credibility.

Overruled.
Answer the question.

I have a few drinks
every day.

And isn't it true
that on two occasions
you and your husband

got into a fight so severe
neighbors had to
call the police?

Yes, but...

That this was an example
of the kind of home
you and Roy Lawlor kept,

and it was Terry's mother
and grandfather...

Objection.

...who curtailed
Terry's visits, not you,

because they feared
for his safety?

He's testifying,
Your Honor.

Sustained.

The jury will disregard
Mr. Weaver's last remark.

No further questions.

On certain occasions
Terry told me he thought
he was being persecuted.

For example,
toward the end
of the school year,

Terry was convinced
that the other students
were conspiring against him.

Did he tell you
how he knew this?

Objection.
Hearsay.

The testimony isn't offered
to prove the truth
of the statement,

but to demonstrate
the defendant's
state of mind at the time.

Overruled.
The witness will answer.

He said he could
hear the other students...

Your Honor,
may we approach the bench?

This witness is
a high school counselor.

She's not accredited
by any graduate school
of psychiatry

or psychology...

She isn't being asked
to offer
a professional diagnosis,

but only to describe
observed behavior,
which any lay person can do.

He's right,
Mr. Weaver.

Your Honor, in her capacity
as school counselor,

anything she was told
by my client
falls under patient privilege.

He can't have it both ways.

Either she's a qualified
mental health practitioner
or she isn't.

You really can't,
Mr. Weaver.
Now step back.

Ms. Garey, please answer
Mr. McCoy's question.

He told me he could
hear the other students

whispering about him
through the walls.

What, if any, other behavior
did you notice
around this time?

Your Honor,
we request a recess.

For what purpose?

To consult with
the District Attorney.

Mr. McCoy?

We have no objection.

Very well.
Court is now in recess.

We will reconvene
at 10:00 a.m. tomorrow.

We're prepared to plead
to second-degree manslaughter.

That fire was an accident.
There was no premeditation.

And Terry certainly
didn't mean to hurt anyone.

You'd let him
go to jail?

We're talking minimum time
in a juvenile facility.

Prison is prison.

Mr. Anderton, do you really
think that's where
your grandson belongs?

That's where you
want to send him.

You heard the testimony.
Your grandson
needs psychiatric help.

Absolutely not!

I don't understand
you, Mr. Anderton.

We're offering him...
What?

The chance to stay
in a loony bin

till some state employee
decides he can leave?

You know,
I know what this is really
all about, Mr. McCoy.

You're going after
my grandson
to embarrass me.

Yes! Personally,
professionally, publicly.

I know your type.
You think that
to bring down a man

who's accomplished
something in life,
it builds you up.

You're not gonna
get away with it.

I put a fair offer
on the table.

You turn it down,
I'll go public
and I'll expose you

for the vindictive,
envious little man
you really are.

Mr. Anderton?
Can you give us a statement?

What were
you talking to the D.A.
about, Mr. Anderton?

Tell Mr. Anderton
we'll think about his offer.

I don't get it.
Is he waiting
for a better offer?

Is he setting us up
for an appeal?

What did Skoda say?

Charming one minute,
aggressive and paranoid
the next. Sound familiar?

Carl Anderton.
Like grandfather,
like grandson?

Maybe that's
the conclusion
he's afraid of.

Get everything
you can on him.

In 1951, he was taken out
of Andover in the middle
of the school year.

Got homesick.

He finished out
the rest of the year
at Austen Riggs,

the Boy's Town
of the rich and famous.

He spent the next
two years at home
with tutors.

Carl was always
high-spirited.

This wasn't
high spirits, Adam.

I've tracked
his press clippings
over the last 30 years.

There are
unexplained absences,

or he checked himself
into a hospital,

suffering from
exhaustion.

Next.

Last April, he made
a surprise take-over bid
for Commonwealth Airlines.

One week later,
he withdrew the bid

and accused the FAA
and the stockholders
of conspiring against him.

It's classic
manic-depressive behavior.

Doesn't make sense.
Runs a Fortune 500 company.

So did Howard Hughes.

He could be
fully functional,
if he's medicated.

I don't want you to
humiliate him.

He's standing between
his own grandson and
an appropriate disposition.

I want him to get
out of the way.

Maybe his daughter
can talk some sense into him.

My father loves my son.

If Terry were sick,
don't you think
he'd get him help?

Unless he's afraid
it'd trace back to him.

Trace what?
The mental illness.

I told you, my father's
in perfect mental health.

He's a public figure.
People would've noticed.

Not if he's
taking medication.

And maybe they have
noticed, Mrs. Lawlor.

Look at how
the media describes him.

Colorful, eccentric,
mercurial, unpredictable.

This is not a smear.
To a psychiatrist,
it's code for unstable.

See for yourself.
Check his medicine cabinet.

If he's taking Tegretol,
Risperdal,
valproic acid, lithium...

My father
only takes medication
to help him sleep,

to calm him down.

His days are very stressful.

Or to control
his unpredictable
mood swings.

Look, did your father
tell you

that he offered
to let Terry plead

to manslaughter
in the second degree?

Our offer is,
he pleads not guilty
by reason of mental disease,

he goes to
a psychiatric facility
instead of to prison.

My father is
Terry's guardian.

I don't have
any authority. I can't...

I don't know what to do.

What are you doing here?

Adam, what is this,
some kind of...

I invited her,
on the off-chance that
someone in your family

would act
in your grandson's
best interests.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Mr. Anderton,
let's just find out
what McCoy decided.

You thought about
our offer?

Man two?
Out of the question.

The choice is man one
or not guilty by reason
of mental disease.

Back to that?

When are you going
to get it through
your thick skull.

My grandson doesn't
belong in a hospital.

Daddy, he does need help.

You wait outside
until we're through.

She's staying.

Outside.
No.

It doesn't matter
what she thinks.
I'm his guardian.

That can change,
Mr. Anderton.

You've got to
agree to this, Carl.

We're gonna petition
to have her appointed

Guardian ad Litem
of your grandson.

What? On what basis?

Mental competency.

Whose?

Yours.

We know about your stay
at Austen Riggs,

the private tutors,
hospitals...

It was exhaustion.
That's all.

Once we start proceedings,
issue subpoenas,
everyone'll know.

I'm sorry, Carl.

You trust these people
over me?

Huh?

Oh, they finally
got to you,
didn't they, Adam?

After all these years,
you finally caved, huh?

Ah, this thing,
this accusation...

Don't you see
they've used it before,

the newspapers,
the networks...

You've seen the hints,
the way Commonwealth
tried to smear me.

You know why?
Because they were
always afraid of me.

'Cause of my energy.

It's the way
I got things done!

You let them do this,
it will never stop.

Once it starts...
Starts! It never stops.

And then...
It's okay.

And then...
It's okay, Daddy.

Adam,

Adam, please, please,
please, don't let them
do this to me. Please.

Please.

I remember thinking
that my step-sister

had some kind of

a demon inside her.

A demon?

It had to do with why
my dad was an alcoholic.

I had this idea
that if I built a fire,
I could scare the demon away.

I read in some book that
Native Americans use fire
to purify the innocent.

I just wanted my dad
to stop drinking.

I wanted that
more than anything.

Why didn't you tell
anyone you set the fire?

I did.

I told my grandfather
when I got home.

He told me not to
talk about it.

That he'd make sure that
I wouldn't get in trouble.

Mr. McCoy?

The People are satisfied,
Your Honor.

Very well.

Terence Lawlor,
you're hereby remanded
to a secure facility

to be designated by the
Commissioner of the Department
of Mental Hygiene

until such time
as a panel of doctors
has determined

you're no longer a danger
to yourself or to society.

We're adjourned.

Sorry about your friend.

Save your sympathy.
We haven't heard
the last of him.

Living with that
secret all these years,

it must have taken
enormous will power.

Yeah.
Carl always had that.

Whenever he did
something bold,

the Lindsay campaign,
take-over bids,

the op-ed pundits
would call him crazy,
and Carl would just smile.