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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.

Man, I'm missing 30 minutes
of commercial-free hip-hop

brought to you
by Groove Master Milo
on Hot Mix 98.

Yeah. And I'm
missing my beauty rest.
Where's this Beemer?

It's up here somewhere.
Yeah. But you know what?

It's Miss Poletti.
That's too bad 'cause
she rocks my world.

Yo! Right here!
Right here. Over here.

So why you gotta tow her?

Does it look like
I make the executive
decisions here?

Papers say snatch it,
I snatch it.

I hope she don't got
no alarm on this thing.

Too early in the morning
to be screwing with...

Hey, kid!

Yo!

Damn.

He was killed right here.
Blunt force
trauma to the skull.

There's some
blood on the wall.

Somebody played
handball with his head.

Game time was
between 10:00
and midnight.

Did he have a car up here?

No. The attendant's a blank.
Payson's checking
the license plates.

No wallet, no car keys.
Just this in
his pants pocket.

Looks like Arabic.

Yesterday's date, 3:45.

We got JFK in English.
903 could be a flight number.

Somebody he
knew just flew in.

Yeah. Just in time
for the funeral.

Beside the flight info looks
like someone's initials.
"I.N."

Anyone on
flight 903 yesterday
with those initials?

903. Cairo,
New York, LA.
Let's see.

Four passengers.
Two booked to Kennedy.

Booked? Do we know
if they actually
got off the plane?

My system won't show that.

What would?

U.S. Customs.

Every foreign
national fills out
a Customs Declaration.

Length of visit.
Local address.
Business or personal.

That's all it
takes to get in?

Well, if he came in
from Cairo,
he'd need a visa.

Egypt's not
on our waiver list.

So where do we get
to see these visas?

No, no, no.
The visa's stamped
right on his passport.

You'd have to go to
the State Department to see
the back-up paperwork.

Ivar Nabib.

Age 3.

Ismael Nasser.

Age 54.
He's at The Wellman
on 57th.

In the country two days.
Says his trip
here is personal.

A bald man with an accent?

You tell us.

Mr. Nasser checked
out this morning.

So he booked two nights
and left after one?

How'd he pay?
Credit card.

We'll need his number.
Profaci can tag his plastic.

Hey, you wanna
turn that thing off?

I need to turn over the room.
A group from
Texas is checking in.

One of those
Broadway tour packages.

Hey,
until the Crime Scene Unit
finishes with this room,

one of the Texans
can tour the lobby.

Leave your machine, too.

Is that his bill?
Yeah.

Nasser made three
local calls last night.
All to the same place.

Mr. Moussad?

Guess Mr. Moussad doesn't
do much entertaining.

Immigrants.
Every penny goes back
to the old country.

So, where does he
send his pennies?

Joe told me he
was from Egypt.

Joe, huh?

He lived here alone?

As far as I know.

He's been here six years.
He keeps up his rent.

He's our DOA.

You know these people?

Well, that's Joe.
I don't know the woman.

Everything's in Arabic.
These look like invoices.

Here's a letterhead.
Moussad Imports.

Yeah.
He was running some kind
of business out of here.

Two messages
on the machine.

Mean anything to you?

I barely passed English.

Listen, we're gonna
post an officer at
his door.

Anybody comes
looking for him,

you give us a call,
all right?

Hey, Lennie, check this out.
Preferred money
market account.

Six hundred grand.

That's a lot of pennies.

So much for the folks
in the old country.

Who's she?
The new community
affairs liaison?

No. What do you have?

Come on, LT. What's up?

Better you hear it from me.
She's my lawyer.

I was up for Captain.
One Police Plaza
passed me over.

You're suing
the department?

Title VII.

They promoted a white woman
with the same
score on the exam.

I have the seniority.

Sorry we asked.

Right. Your turn.

Victim's name is
Josef Moussad.

He's got a '96 Caddy
registered with the DMV.

It's not in the garage.
We put out a bulletin.

Somebody killed
him for his car?

Maybe not.

Here's Moussad's
bank records.

Six hundred grand,
lots of activity.

Wires back and forth
to the Middle East.

And one of the wires
was to our
mystery man, Nasser.

Plus trips to Cairo, Beirut,
and Rome just this year.

So am I the only one here
thinking the T-word?

Before we jump
to conclusions,

contact Anti-Terrorism
and the Feds.

See if Moussad or
Nasser have a profile.

Was there anything political
in his apartment?

Most of the papers
are in Arabic.

Same with
the answering
machine tape.

Well, midtown north
has a guy who's fluent.

I'll have them
send him over.

Van Buren. They're on
their way. Forensics.

Looks like
a geometry test.

The swab on that
slide came from

the bathroom counter
in Nasser's hotel room.

What is it?

Residue of
sodium bicarbonate

suspended in
an aqueous solution.

Hey, three airline meals,
I'd be reaching
for the Bromo, too.

Glad you're laughing.

Sodium bicarbonate
can also be used as
a stabilizing agent.

Home-made explosives?

You got it.

Thanks.

I'll alert ATF.
Get everybody
on the street.

A hit on Nasser's
credit card.

He checked into
The Markham an hour ago.

This Egyptian guy
some kind of terrorist?

He's a professional surfer.

Nothing.

Rodriguez, hit it.

Clear.

Clothes.
This all he
checked in with?

No. He had two bags.
Where's the other one?

I don't know.
He wouldn't let me near it.

What'd it look like?
A satchel,
and it was black.

Did you see him leave?
I've been running around.

When he came in,
he asked me about
the Statue of Liberty.

He wanted to know
how late the ferry ran.

I told him to
see the concierge.

Rodriguez, call in
a 10-45 to Battery Park.

Rapid deployment.

Make it a 47.

I've got 14 field
trips over there
this afternoon.

Tell your guy in the booth
to stop selling tickets.

Tell him his boat
just sprung a leak.

I'm not authorized
to shut down.

Do it.

Got it. Got it.

Take that line.

Yeah.

Low key, all right?

Excuse me? Is this
the ticket-holders line?

Yeah. It's...
Over here, please.

Let go of me!

Police. Let's see
what you got in the bag.

No! I'm an Egyptian citizen!

What's in the bag?

Let go before
you hurt yourself.

Look, there is
nothing in here.

Look, it's...

Medical equipment.

Where you going
with this stuff, Mr. Nasser?

It's Dr. Nasser.

I'm not ignorant
of your laws.

You are required to explain
why you have detained me.

One of your countrymen
is in the morgue.

He had your name
and flight information
in his pocket.

Has my representative
from the Consulate arrived?

Traffic's murder
at this hour.

I am running out of patience,
Lieutenant.

He's on his way
from central booking.

That's what you
told me 20 minutes ago.

It's rush hour.

I'm about to make your
life very unpleasant.

Josef Moussad was my friend.
I came to New York
to visit him.

Just to visit?
With a medical bag?

He wanted me to examine him.
He didn't like
American doctors.

What was wrong with him?

His heart.
He had a very bad heart.

Why did he wire you
$5,000 last week?

Josef paid for my trip.
He was a very generous man.

How did your generous friend
come into so much money?

He was a businessman.
He imported
cotton from Egypt.

Now I must use
the telephone.

Not yet.

We found traces
of bicarbonate
in your hotel.

People use that
to make bombs.

And for upset stomach.

The food on the plane
was very bad.

Let's give
these two a minute.

From what you've
told me so far,

you can't even
charge a misdemeanor.

Disorderly conduct.

These two were
the ones that
created the scene.

Dr. Nasser came 5,000 miles
to make a house call.

Before he's here half a day,
his patient turns up dead.

Then he switches hotels.

A felonious hotel check-out.
Come on.

The Egyptian Consulate's
all over us.

We let Nasser
go back to Cairo,
we'll never see him again.

He came here
to examine Mr. Moussad.

What kind of a visa
does he have?

Tourist.

INS can detain him
for violating his
visa conditions.

It might not stick,
but it'll keep him
around for a while.

This is an outrage.

Dr. Nasser is not
some peasant fleeing Cuba

with a Saint
Christopher's medal
and two goats.

I'm sure
he's a respected member

of the medical
community in Egypt,

but he'll have to be
detained until his visa
status is cleared up.

Are you suddenly
a federal official,
Lieutenant?

The INS is on
their way over.

You can discuss Dr. Nasser's
release with them.

Would you like
some coffee, Doctor?

First message sounds
like a girlfriend.

"Hi, honey. Will you take me
shopping tomorrow?
Call me later."

That second message is
a woman named Hamida.

"Hello, Josef. This is Hamida.
Did Dr. Nasser arrive safely?

"Call me to make
arrangements."

No number?

I found a Hamida Wazir
in his address book.

"Hamida Wazir. 555-0150.
Apartment 3-B,
68 West 89th Street."

A block from the garage
where Moussad was killed.

He's my brother.

When was the
last time you saw him?

Tuesday night.
Josef had dinner
here with us.

Who's us?

My daughter, her husband,
my granddaughter.

What time did he leave?

I don't know.

I wasn't feeling well.
I went to bed early.

A little after 10:00.
What are all
these questions about?

Mr. Moussad was
killed Tuesday night.

A block from
your apartment.

What happened?

Well, we think
he was on his way
back to his car.

He must have just
left your building.

He had a friend
visiting from Cairo,
a Dr. Nasser.

You left a message
for your brother about him.

Dr. Nasser was
invited to dinner.

I called Josef to see
if Dr. Nasser would join us.

Dr. Nasser made other plans.

He said he was
going to examine
your brother.

He had a bad heart?

Yes. That's right.
His heart.

Did he have any
business problems
or personal problems?

Nari.

I don't know.

A girlfriend?

He was seeing
a woman named Farrah.

She lives in
his neighborhood.

She killed him.
I'm sure of it.

His niece?

Or her husband.
The American.

What makes you so sure,
Ms. Patel?

Josef was very rich.
The husband was always
asking for money.

Josef would give
him some, then more.
It was never enough.

What about Josef's sister?

He gave her money, too.

Did he give you
any money?

I don't care about money.

Where were you
Tuesday night,
Ms. Patel?

At my friend's.

Why don't you
write it down for us?

What?

Your friend's
name and address.

I solved the case
for you already.

Moussad's car
just turned up.

Guy in the 23
spotted it this morning.

There were
a bunch of citations
on the windshield.

When was
the first one issued?

It was Wednesday morning.

The day after the murder.

The keys are under
the driver's seat.

I'll send them
over to Latents.

You pop the trunk yet?

Yeah, there's nothing.

I did find this
behind the visor.

Columbus Avenue Garage.
Time stamped in 8:24 p.m.

Night of the murder.

If this is still here,
how'd the car get out
without paying?

Yeah, it's one of ours.
Supposed to give
that in when you pay.

How'd it get out?

I don't know.

Nothing gets by me.

Yeah. Well, either
you're sleeping on the job

or the dead guy's
car flew out of here.

No chance.
Boss can't match up

the other half of the stub,
I get docked.

Unless they used
a key card to get out.

The monthlies get cards
and they got their
own gate upstairs.

You got a list
of the monthlies?

Yeah.

Eric Martin,
the niece's husband.

He's been parking
there for two years.

Moussad's girlfriend says
Martin was hocking
the old man for money.

Can we find out
which key cards
were used that night?

No. The system's not
that sophisticated.

It's just a magnetically
activated lock.

Well, maybe Martin
doesn't know that.

Bring him down
for a chat.

Money.
Why would I possibly care
about Josef's money?

He had it, you didn't.

So I killed him?

We heard you got downsized
out of your copy editor job
two years ago.

You moved in with
your mother-in-law.

I freelance now.

You invited Moussad
over that night

to ask him for some
financial assistance.

We had him
over for dinner.

And after dinner
you followed him
to the garage.

What's the matter, Eric?

You couldn't ask
for a handout in front of
your mother-in-law?

This is ludicrous.
I never left my apartment.

Somebody got his
car out of your garage
without paying cash.

We checked
the read-out
at the garage.

Your card was used
just after Uncle Josef
got his head bashed in.

The magnetic card system?

You can't get
a read-out from
that thing.

How long will my
husband be here?

It could be a while.

Where's my daughter?

She's having
a soda outside.

How long have
you been married?

Thirteen years.
We met in Egypt.

My husband was
writing a travel book.

He's published?

No. He couldn't
find an agent.

Your uncle's girlfriend says
Eric relied on him for money.

That's not true.

But he could have used
a little help that way?

That's why I took a job.

I'm a secretary.

Did your uncle have
any other family?

Just me and my mother.

My father died
six years ago.

Mmm-hmm.

Wait here a minute.

Are you the one in charge?

I'm in charge of
the detectives.

Can you show me
where to get another soda?

Sure. It's this way.

Did you want to tell
me something, Alison?

Is my father going to jail?

Well, we need to find out
the truth about what happened.

Can I talk to him?
Not now, honey.

They had a big fight.

Who did?

My mother and Uncle Josef.

What kind of fight?

A big argument.

Uncle Josef was
screaming at her.

What was your
uncle screaming about?

They speak Arabic.
I can't really
understand anything.

Where was your dad?

Just watching.

And your grandmother?

Grandma went to bed
right after dinner.

What happened
after the argument?

Uncle Josef left.

He was real angry.

His face was all red.

Now, this is very
important, Alison.

Did your father
leave the apartment
right after Uncle Josef?

Alison?

Uh-uh.

My mother did.

Alison knows I didn't
leave the apartment.

That's not what she says.

I don't believe you.
My daughter doesn't lie.

What have you
done to her?

I'm not making this up,
Mrs. Martin.

I didn't leave
the apartment.

Neither did Eric.

I'd like to talk
to my daughter.

What's the matter?

You and your wife
didn't coach her
on the party line?

Neither of us
left the apartment.

So your kid's lying?

Am I under arrest?
No.

But that could change.

Is my wife under arrest?

Not at the moment.

Then I'm taking
my family home.

All they had was
the little girl's statement

that her mother went
out after the victim.

She smashed his
head against the wall
for money?

The victim was
sitting on a pile,

the Martins could
use some of it.

Says here,
he had 50 pounds on her.

His friend Dr. Nasser said
he was in poor health
and had a bad heart.

I didn't see anything
in the autopsy

about poor health
or a bad heart.

Who said he had
a bad heart?

His friend.

His heart
could've kept on pumping
for another 30 years

if somebody hadn't
crushed his head.

His friend is
a cardiologist.

Dr. Nasser?

You sure he's
even a doctor?

He had a medical bag.

What was in it?
Voodoo dolls and
sheep entrails?

Here's the inventory.

These are
surgical instruments.

So he did heart surgery.

Maybe on mice,
not on humans.

And one other thing.

No heart specialist
goes anywhere

without nitroglycerin
pills in his bag.

If you want to know
Dr. Nasser's specialty,
why don't you ask him?

Your INS is detaining him
at 26, Federal Plaza.

He won't talk to me.

He told the police
he was a cardiologist.

Yes, Ms. Ross, we have
cardiologists in Cairo.

He lied about
Mr. Moussad's condition,

and the instruments
he had with him
were all wrong.

And what do you
want from me?

Your cooperation.
I want to know
what kind of doctor he is.

We're moving in a circle.
The question
has been answered.

If you'll excuse me,
I have a meeting
with the Consul General.

What is going on here?
Mr. Tobak.

Did you know you owe $36,000
in unpaid parking tickets?

And you have no authority
to compel payment.

You have heard of
diplomatic immunity?

You have it.
Your car doesn't.

We can have it towed.
And towed. And towed.

Mr. Tobak assured me
we're now number
one on his to-do list.

You make one heck
of a meter maid.

The victim was
in perfect health.

Now where does that put us
with Mrs. Martin?

I have a hard time
believing she had
the strength to kill him.

Then why would her
own child implicate her?

Good question.

Go talk to their neighbors.

Is it true the Martins
killed that man?

I was told Alison
helps you out
with errands.

Yes. She's very trustworthy.

How does she get
along with her mother?

Mrs. Martin keeps
both eyes on her,
I know that.

Hard to blame her.

Even in small things.

Alison bought this
little makeup kit

and asked Kim Buckner
across the hall

to show her how
to use it all.

Her mother found out.

She wasn't happy.
Oh, no.

She came right out
and yelled at Ms. Buckner.

Called her a slut.

She is,
but that's not the point.

Did you ever see
Mrs. Martin with her uncle?

The one who was killed?

No. And I didn't see
him that night, either.

Did you see
either of the Martins?

I saw Mr. Martin.
It was late, about 11:00.

He was coming up the steps
and into the building.

I want my father here.

He can't be here.

That's why we asked
Mr. Wheeler.

He's a lawyer.
He can look out for you.

Now please answer
my question, Alison.

What happened
after your uncle left?

My mother went out.

How long was she gone?

I don't know.
I went into my room.

Do you get along with
your mother, Alison?

Sure.

Even though she won't
let you wear makeup?

She says I'm too young.

Do you get mad at her
when she's like that?

Sometimes.

Is that why you
told the police

she left your
apartment that night?

Because you were
a little mad at her?
No.

Your dad says
your mom never left.

And you know Mrs. Newman?

She says your dad
was the one who left.

Well, he didn't.

How can you
be so sure?

Because I was
watching TV with him.

Where?
In the living room.

Did you just tell Mr. McCoy
that you went into your room?

Alison, it's time you
start telling us the truth.

Mrs. Newman was right,
wasn't she?

It was your father
who went out after
your Uncle Josef.

Alison?

Yes.

Half a million dollars bail is
way out of my client's reach.

If you file for
a bail reduction,

you'll have
a fight on your hands.

I need to be
with my family.

It's not gonna happen,
Mr. Martin.

Now if you want to
talk about a plea...

He's not interested
if it keeps him in jail.

Is he kidding?
We have a witness,
his daughter's statements,

his fingerprints in
the garage stairwell.

You don't get house arrest
for murder for profit.

It had nothing
to do with money.
That bastard...

Eric.

If there's mitigation,
we're here to listen.

I'll save it for the jury.

Whatever happened,
my client had
ample justification.

You're arguing
self-defense?

Come to court.
You'll find out.

Self-defense?
The dead man
imported cotton.

What did he
attack Martin with,
cotton balls?

There was no weapon
at the scene.

I just talked to
Moussad's accountant.

In his will,
he put almost
all his estate

in a trust for
the Martins' daughter.

He says the Martins
knew about the will.

So much for your motive.

And Mr. Tobak
finally came through.

Dr. Nasser's resume.
Turns out he's an OB/GYN.

That's a few organs
south of cardiology.

Impressive.

University of Cairo,
Royal Academy of Medicine.

A six-week seminar
at Lenox Hill in '95.

"New laser techniques
in the removal of
uterine fibroids."

Hard to believe
the victim had
uterine fibroids.

I'd like to know why
Dr. Nasser lied to us.

Maybe for the same reason
his friend got killed.

A Dr. Austin at Lenox Hill
sponsored him
for the seminar.

He'd read an article
I wrote in The Lancet.

He called and asked me to
sponsor him for the seminar.

So he's
a reputable physician?

My wife and I went
to Egypt in '96.

I called Dr. Nasser.
He invited us to his clinic.

There were a few young girls
in the waiting room,

too young to be
needing OB/GYN.

Are you familiar
with clitoridectomy,
Ms. Ross?

The surgical removal
of the external
female genitalia.

I know what it is.

I thought I did, too.

Until I went to
the Sudan in '94.

I was working with
a relief organization
in a refugee camp.

I heard horrible screaming,
and went to see
what was happening.

It was a girl,
eight years old, naked,

covered in blood
up to her chest.

Three women were
holding her down.

A man was using
a piece of
broken glass on her.

What did you do?

Anesthesia,
suturing, antibiotics.

I can still hear
that scream in my head.

So you're saying
Dr. Nasser...

Well, apparently,

female circumcision
accounts for

a substantial
part of his practice.

Now,
I'm sure he uses a scalpel
instead of broken glass,

but I still have
a hard time reconciling it
with the word "reputable."

It's common in much
of northern Africa,

the Middle East,
parts of Asia.

The thought behind it is,
if a woman can't
experience sexual pleasure,

she'll remain
a virgin until she marries
and won't stray afterwards.

What is this,
a religious practice?

No religion sanctions it.
It's cultural.

And Mr. Moussad
wanted the doctor

to do this to
the Martin girl?

Moussad wired him $5,000,
paid his way here.

The kindly uncle.

It explains
why the doctor lied.

The procedure violates
State and Federal statutes.

The uncle was going
to kidnap the girl,

take her to the doctor's
hotel and have her...

Martin might've been
afraid it would happen.

What might've happened
doesn't justify homicide.

There was a plan in motion
to butcher his daughter.

Well,
was Moussad standing over her
with a scalpel in his hand?

He might have
had other recourse.

From what we know so far,
it might have
been premeditated.

A jury will look
the other way.

If it gets that far,
he'll have to convince them

there was imminent
danger to his daughter.

He wouldn't have far
to go to convince me.

We're not insensitive
to your situation, Mr. Martin,

but I need a full account
of what happened that night.

Where are we
going with this?

If I'm convinced
he acted under extreme
emotional disturbance,

I can offer first
degree manslaughter.

Twelve and a half-to-25?

Seven and a half-to-15.

I can't go to jail.

You killed a man.

So what happens to Alison?

She's out of danger.

Moussad's dead,
Dr. Nasser's
in federal custody.

Don't you get it?
My mother-in-law wants this.

My wife is doing
nothing to stop her.

Alison is not safe.

You could file for
an order of protection.

We already have.
It's temporary.

It's a piece of paper.
They know it's against
the law. They don't care.

You can file for divorce.
You can petition
for immediate custody.

What judge would grant custody
to a man facing prison time?

I gave you your options.

If the grand jury indicts,
all bets are off.

We don't like your options.

Mr. Martin wants to testify
before the grand jury.

Martin wants
a free ride.

He's hoping to convince
the grand jury

to give him
a pat on the head.

"I did a bad thing
for a good reason."
It's worked before.

It could work again
if you go easy
on Martin's cross.

What are you
suggesting, Jamie?

Probation? For murder?

I don't know.
What if the grand jury

asks for instructions
on murder two?

I'll give it to them.

He better have
a hell of a story to tell.

I'll need copies of
both Martin's statements
to the police for my cross.

They'll be on your
desk first thing.

While you're wrestling
with Eric Martin,

I'm gonna go see what I
can do for his daughter.

The night this happened,
I was supposed to
go to a hockey game.

When I got home,
Uncle Josef was there.

I found out he and
Alison's grandmother
had paid a doctor

to come from Egypt
to do this operation.

They were going to cut
out Alison's clitoris
the next day.

I couldn't believe it.

We started screaming
at each other.

They told me it wasn't
any of my business,

that this was how
things were done
in their culture.

The worst part was,
my wife just sat there.

She was just
gonna let them do it.

Uncle Josef left
even though nothing
had been resolved.

I went out after him.

I knew where he parked.

He wouldn't listen to me.

He said it was his duty
to see that Alison
became a proper woman.

When I heard that,
I just lost it.

I grabbed him
and threw him down
against the wall, hard.

I had to stop him.

It was either that
or let him destroy

an important part
of Alison's life.

My wife had this
thing done to her
when she was a little girl,

so I know about the effect.

She's always
been too embarrassed
to talk about it, even to me,

but I can tell.

She worries that

I'm not satisfied
with our sex life,

and there is
a sadness in her

that never really
goes away.

Mr. Martin,

when you confronted
Mr. Moussad,

did he have your
daughter with him?

No.

She was at home,
wasn't she,

in no immediate danger?

Yes.

When you heard
what Mr. Moussad

and your wife's mother
had in mind for Alison,

why didn't you
go to the police?

I didn't know it
was against the law.

I didn't know
what my rights were.

Then why didn't you
just take her
to a safe place?

Where?

You don't know how
determined they were.

So, when you followed
Mr. Moussad,
you intended to stop him

from harming Alison forever?

I don't know
what was in my mind.

I had to make
him understand

they were not going
to mutilate my daughter.

True bill,
first degree manslaughter.

Make sense to
talk about a plea?

Can't do it, Jack.

My client's
gotta go for broke.

Martin doesn't blink,
we're going to trial.

Sometimes you don't
get to wear the white hat.

Ms. Ross has filed
a petition in family court

to have Alison Martin removed
from her mother's custody.

Foster care?

Mr. Martin's parents.
They're in their late 60s,

own a farm
in Pennsylvania.

She's working pro bono
on their behalf.

Who's her judge?
O'Hara.

The one who gave
those two kids back
to their crackhead mother?

Who later beat one
of them to death.
Yes, that's O'Hara.

She's got her
work cut out for her.

So do you.

I'm a professor
of African Studies
at Columbia University,

specializing in
cultural rituals
of Northern Africa,

including
female circumcision.

Could you describe
the procedure, please?

It varies.

At its mildest,
a licensed surgeon,
working in a hospital,

slices away
the hood of the clitoris.

In other cases,
Sierra Leone is
a good example,

the mutilation is carried out
in horrific fashion.

Can you be
more specific?

Your Honor,
we're not in Sierra Leone.

Well, I want to hear it.
Go ahead, Doctor.

The girl is held down.

There's no anesthesia,

no sterile instruments,

nor is there any
post-operative care.

The entire clitoris
and surrounding
tissue are removed.

And then the genital
area is sewn together,

leaving a small hole for
urination and menstruation.

Doctor, do you have
any first-hand knowledge

of what this mother
intended to do
to her daughter?

No, sir.

Well, this whole thing
sounds ridiculous to me.

We're in the United States.

All the little girl
had to do was run to
the police.

Your Honor, you can't expect
an 11-year-old child

to defy her
mother and grandmother.

I see that every day,
Ms. Ross,

children full of defiance,
and worse.

And some of them are
a lot younger than 11.

"In small, closed societies,
order and harmony

"are more important
than individual desires
or fulfillment.

"Promiscuity and infidelity
are considered
destructive forces.

"Female circumcision is seen
as a stabilizing factor.

"When done humanely,
there is no pain,
no complications."

How's that for
a counter argument?

This case is
a piece of crap, Adam.

Then drop the charge.
You have absolute
prosecutorial discretion.

You know I can't do that.
He killed somebody.

And somebody has
to remind the public
it's still wrong to do that.

I know.

I just don't like
being the messenger
in this case.

Look on the bright side.

You go to court, you lose,
Eric Martin goes home,

you still made your point.

The public school
in town is very good.

We've checked it
out thoroughly.

Alison could
transfer any time.

What other activities
would be available to her?

MRS. MARTIN, SR.:
There's hiking.
We have a couple of horses.

There's a pool in town.

Why do you think Alison
would be better off
with you and your husband?

Well, we don't plan
to mutilate her.

How old
are you and your husband?

MRS. MARTIN, SR.:
I'm 67. Harry's 71.

Both of you are
in good health?

Reasonably so.

Harry does chores
every morning.

I do aerobic
exercises and yoga.

Didn't your husband
have an angioplasty
eight months ago

to remove a 70%
arterial blockage?

Yes. The blockage
has not recurred.

And isn't it true,
Mrs. Martin,

that you have
a family history
of Parkinson's Disease?

Yes. I don't have it.

But you might?
Your Honor,

she might get hit by a bus.
It's irrelevant.

The age and health
of these people are not
irrelevant, Ms. Ross.

We're talking about
who's best suited

to care for
an active 11-year-old.

I look out for Alison.
I make sure no harm
comes to her.

When you found out
Alison had a boyfriend
and was using makeup,

you were concerned,
weren't you?

Yes, of course.

She's too young.

Like any good mother,
you were worried

that she might
become promiscuous?

Yes.

And you think Alison
should remain a virgin
until she marries?

Yes.

Is she aware of
your concerns?

I have talked to her.

So, you rely on
her good judgment.

You trust
she'll listen to you.

Yes.

What about your mother?
Does she trust your
daughter's judgment?

My mother is from
a different culture.

And she wanted Alison
to have this operation?

Yes.

Did you object?

My mother says

it is the only way
we can protect her

and the family honor.

Did your mother protect you
when you were a little girl?

Yes.

When I was eight.

In a hospital?

No.

Was anesthesia used?

No.

Did you want to
have this done?

They don't ask the child.

Then somebody
must've held you down.

Who did that?

My mother

and my aunt.

And who
performed the surgery?

A man in the village.

Did they explain to you
that they were doing this

because they couldn't
trust your judgment?

They said it was
a passage into womanhood.

And this is what
you were willing

to have done to
your daughter?

Everything here,

the magazines,
the television,

it's all sex.

Little girls dressing
like prostitutes.

School girls having babies.
Where are the parents?

I was afraid for her.

What gives you the right
to tell us how to live?

What gives you the right
to ignore the law?

And you pretend
this is a free country.

Why don't we go in here?

In this country,
your children turn out
no better than animals.

In this country,
you abuse a child,
you risk the penalty.

This is not abuse.
It is a family matter.

We are saving Alison.
By maiming her?

Alison is none
of your business.

You Americans
think you are better
and smarter than we are.

Mother, she is only
trying to help Alison.

She is not helping.
She will bring disgrace
to our family.

This woman will
never understand.

But you know it is true.

All I know is what
I have lived with since
I was eight years old.

How could you love me

and do this to me?

I wouldn't stake anything
on Nari Martin's
emotional state.

And Judge O'Hara is
a real piece of work.
He'd award custody to Medea.

When's he handing
down his decision?

Tomorrow.

I have to set
a trial date tomorrow.

Let's see if we
can pull a rabbit
out of the hat.

You cede custody
to Eric's parents,
temporarily.

You plead guilty
to manslaughter.

Six-to-12.
It's a generous offer.

And while I'm in prison,
Alison lives with my family.

I'm her mother.

You could still visit her,
you could have a say
in how she's raised.

I'm not sure I want
my wife to have a say.

I promise.

I will never let this
thing be done to Alison.

I don't want your
mother near her.

You have to move

somewhere where
she can't poison you.

Will you give up custody?

We can revisit the issue
every six months.

Do I get a vote
every six months?

Yes.

Then it's okay with me.

Mrs. Martin?

Can I visit her?

Supervised visits, yes.

I must be supervised
with my own daughter?

Until we're all satisfied
that she's safe with you, yes.

And if my husband
didn't go to jail,
would we be able to keep her?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Martin,
this is the best
we can offer.

Will you let her go?

And the plea?

I accept my responsibility.

It doesn't mean I
wouldn't do it again,
if I had to.

Rough day?

Hold your heads up.

You looked a 3,000-year-old
abomination in the face

and you beat it back.

Only because we
heard about it.

How many more out there
we don't know about?

Pick a number.