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by two separate
yet equally important groups,

the police who
investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Hey, what's taking Mike?
His dessert's getting wasted.

Maybe he fell in.

It looks delicious now.
Hey, easy.

Hey! You said it
was getting wasted.

He said it's Mike's.

Mike?

Mike?

Mike?

Andy, Paul,
I'm in here. I'm okay.

The moron missed me.

Let's get the hell
out of here.

Go. Go.

Milton Garner,
37-year-old camera repairman.

His wife's out front.
Poor woman's all shook up.

Some lady saw him walking in
just as the shooting began.

Excuse me.
Do you mind?

This lock get busted
in the shooting?

We broke it to get
at the second victim.

Leon Mayer, 54,
he's a doctor from Seattle.

Now he's at Hudson E.R.

Good luck to him.

He's unconscious.
He's got three slugs in him.

And three holes
in the door.

That's impressive shooting.
Was anybody else
in here with them?

All right, these two guys,
they were at table 14,

and they came
running by with guns.
I figured them for cops.

Their friend was
in the second stall.

The one next to
the wounded guy.

Looked pretty scared.

Where'd they go?

Oh, they went right
out the front.

Where does that door lead?

That's 47th Street.

You got someone
canvassing out there?

Okay, the shooter
probably went out there.

Then, Mark here,
says he saw two guys
run into the john,

then three run out.

They say anything?

The third guy,
the one that they'd
gotten out of the stall,

I think he said that
the moron missed him.

Okay, Mark, do me a favor,
you wait up front,

then we're going
to take you down
to the station,

put you with
a sketch artist,
all right?

All right.

Sounds to me like a hit.

And a miss.

This is a disaster.

This party of three
at table 14, we're going
to need a name.

Party of six. Three couples.
There was no reservation.

Really? The busboy said
you had a full house.

We did.
But they insisted.

Someone slipped
you a $20?

A $50. We've been
reviewed in the Times.

Anybody come in
after them?

No.

Did you see them talking
to any of the other patrons?

Not that I noticed.

Oh, uh...

One of the ladies
gave me a card.

She fancied herself
a wine expert.

She ordered
the Cabaret Sauvignon.

Can you imagine?

How gauche.

Gayle Landis,
sales representative,
Wines Aplenty.

She said she works
for them part-time.

Wine in a bag.
Unbelievable.

The guys seemed nice.

Considering I think
they were ex-cons,

which normally
doesn't bother me much.

I mean, people make
mistakes, right?

Right. Who were they?

Jerks.

Maybe I'm old-fashioned,

but if you heard shooting,
would you ditch your date?

He wouldn't.
Uh, these jerks have names?

Andy, Paul and Mike.

That's all I got.

I never seen them
before last night,

and I don't expect to
ever see them again.

Which one was
in the restroom?

Mike.

What does Mike do?

Professional stamp licker.
I don't know.

He had his tongue
in Jen's ear
most of the night.

So how'd you hook up
with the Three Stooges?

Jen. She said they were
friends of her husband,
Kenny.

Maybe we better
talk to Kenny.

He's easy to find.

He's in Altona
doing three-to-six
for armed robbery.

Gayle's wrong.

You're cheating
on your husband with a guy
somebody tried to kill.

We understand
how you'd be
scared to talk to us.

I wasn't there.

Why would Gayle lie?

Out of habit.

Did she happen to tell you
she was in Cats once?

Maybe we should ask Kenny
what he thinks of his wife

getting the wax
sucked out of her ear
by his buddy Mike.

Go ahead and ask him.
He knows it's just
a bunch of lies.

He doesn't know any Mike,
and I don't either.

So, you want to
take a trip to Altona?

And get lied to
by a pro?

If Kenny got wind
of Jenny and Mike,

maybe he had one of
his known associates
take care of things.

Monday would have been
our fifth anniversary,

but we couldn't get
a sitter for then...

So we figured
we'd celebrate early.

Why would anyone
want to hurt Milton?

We think he was simply
in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

We were eating dinner
in a nice restaurant
in a safe neighborhood.

We're doing all we can.
We're very sorry
for your loss.

I have to pick up
our son at daycare.

What's happening
with the other victim,
Dr. Mayer?

Still unconscious
and not getting better.

His family been notified?

His home number's
unlisted,

but we got his address
off his driver's license.

Seattle PD's going
to send a car over
to ring his doorbell.

Didn't he have
a credit card?

Yeah. His billing address
is his work.

I left a message on his
machine at his office.

Maybe by Monday,
somebody will call us back.

Where was he
staying in town?

He had a hotel key card,
but the hotel's name
isn't on the card.

Okay. Should I switch
to easy questions?

Well, we know what caliber
he was shot with.

Hospital pulled three
.38 slugs out of him.

Kenneth Felker's sheet.

The guy he pulled
the stick-up with,
Michael Thompson.

Mike.

Felker's still in,
Thompson's already out?

Oh, it pays to
rat out your friends.

He rolled on Felker
and cut himself a deal.

So, I guess Mike
was in a hurry to
console Felker's wife.

Get with his P.O.
for a current address.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Forget
about it, Mike.

We passed your picture
around the restaurant.

Four people made you.

So why did you
take off?

What we hear,
someone was trying
to whack you.

I didn't want to get violated
'cause I'm eating
with the wrong people.

You're going to
get violated now
if you don't start talking.

So, who was this
moron throwing shots?

Willie. Willie Felker.
Kenny's brother.

He found out about
me and Jen.

We had some words
a few days back.

Those words include,
"I'm going to kill you"?

Yeah.

So what happened
at the restaurant?

I'm sitting on the john,
minding my business.

People come in, they go out.
Then I hear a gun cock.

So, right away,
I pull my feet up.

Then it's like
a shooting gallery.

I heard the guy next
to me getting popped.

How did you know it
was Kenny's brother?
You saw him?

Oh, yeah. I just stuck
my head right out

and said
"Is that you, Willie?"

How did this guy know
you were going to be
at that restaurant?

He didn't.
He followed me.

You sure?
He had to.

Unless the brother
is Kreskin,

he couldn't have
been waiting for them

if they didn't know
where they were going.

Could have waited outside
till he saw Mike head
for the john. Curtis.

They were stuffing
themselves for an hour.

Somebody would've noticed him
hanging around.

Yeah. Thanks.
It's Profaci.

Hospital just called.
Mayer just took
a turn for the worse.

May be our last chance
to talk to him.

He won't be able to
talk for a few days.

We had to open him up again.
But he's stable for now.

What happened?

Pulmonary embolism.

Once we got inside,
we figured out why.

We missed a bullet
the first time around.

You missed a bullet?

What can I tell you.
It didn't show up
in the X-rays.

So that makes four bullets
you took out of him?

That's right.
I hope we have
them all now.

There were only three holes
in the door of the stall.

Yeah.
The door that was locked.

So, Mayer must
have taken a bullet

before he could
get it closed.

So, if the door was open
when the shooting started,

the perp had to see
who he was shooting at.

Mayer was the target,
not Mike.

Good news for Mike.

We got Dr. Mayer's
personal effects here.

Breath spray.
Breath mints.
Maybe he had a date.

Here. Check his
wallet for rubbers.

You think his date
shot him?

Or whoever he came
to town to see.

Picture of his kids.
No wife.

Probably divorced.

Seattle PD said they
didn't get an answer
when they rang his doorbell.

Restaurant receipts.
Modo Mio in LA Monday night.

Receipt for magazines.
O'Hare Airport Wednesday.

Another restaurant
in Atlanta Thursday night.

Must have had
a hell of a practice.

Rent. Friday night.
$75 ticket. You think
he went by himself?

Well, he had dinner
by himself.

Maybe his date
got a headache.

September 14th.
Row what?

"G". Seat 14.

Is this about somebody
scalping tickets?

No.

Come on. You gotta tell me.

Homicide.

Really?

My friends are
going to die.

Uh, about the ticket.

Sure.

The ticket was
bought as a single
by Leon Mayer.

Is that the guy
who was homicided?

No. Did Mr. Mayer
call the order in?

No. The concierge at
his hotel would have.

The ticket's part of a block
we put aside for some hotels.

They're mainly singles,
real tough to unload.

Which hotel?

The Hampstead.

He checked in
Friday morning.

Housekeeping doesn't think
the room's been slept in.

You booked his
theater ticket?
Yes.

Did he say why
he was in town?

No. We just talked
about musicals.

He said that he'd
seen Yul Brynner in
The King and I in 1964.

Well, it's just
clothing and toiletries.

No address book.
No appointment book.

Probably all on
his hard drive.

Probably?

It's password protected.

Is that his bill?

No phone calls.

Did he get
any messages?
No.

What's this
notation mean?

The room's been prepaid
by Phillips and Schulman.

It's a law firm.
They often put
people up here.

He's an expert witness,

forensic psychologist.
One of the best in his field.

He was due in court
after lunch today.

Yeah? What case?

People v. Worley.

The guy who ran
over his girlfriend?

Dr. Mayer was
going to testify

my client isn't responsible
for murdering
the girl he murdered.

Oh, one of those
expert witnesses, huh?

And I thought Mayer
was being paranoid.

What are you
talking about?

He was pissed we made
the hotel reservation
under his real name.

He always checks in
under a pseudonym.

This is going
to be a lawsuit.

I know it.

Yeah. A '54 Studebaker.

Mayer was the hired gun
to convince a jury
Worley's a mental defect.

I'm convinced.
Guy purposely messed up
a vintage automobile.

So Mayer was shot by
an antique car collector?

Or by the
girl's brother.

Lawyer said he
attacked Worley
at his arraignment.

Well, see where this hot-head
had dinner Friday night.

I begged Lisa
to get away from him.

She finally told
him to get lost,
the bastard killed her.

So, what? You went to
court to kick his ass?

Seeing his smug face,
it seemed like
the right thing to do.

Where were you
Friday night?

At home with my wife,
my kids and my mother.

She's staying with us
during the trial.

Must be tough,
thinking this guy might
get off on an insanity plea.

Mayer made a career
out of this theory of his,

dissociation disorder.

He says Worley snapped
and went into a trance.

It's a joke.

Big break he won't be
able to testify, huh?

It's funny how things
work out, huh?

But I had nothing
to do with it.

Try the families of
the 200-plus victims
his clients have killed.

Sorry.
I've never seen him before.

None of the busboys
or waiters...

No. They don't
remember him, either.

I wish I could help.

That pretzel guy,

is he a regular
around here?

Day and night.
I can't get rid of him.

Sometimes we can smell
those disgusting things

all the way
in the restaurant.

Well, thanks.

So, the shooter
comes out the side door,
maybe he ran by this guy.

Yeah. So, what do you say
we have some lunch?

Hey! How are you
doing? Police.

I have a permit at home.
The boss won't
sign for renewals.

Relax.
We're not the pretzel police.
Let me have an extra salty.

Yes, sir.

So, last Friday night,
you here for all
the excitement?

Excitement?
Yeah.
The shooting inside.

Oh, yes. Yes.

I don't know what
the guy's talking about.

These are pretty good.
Thank you.

So, did the police officers
take your statement?

Oh, no. When cops are coming,
I'm going. Quickly.

Did you see this guy
run out the side door?

Nobody comes out
from that door.

Nobody? You sure?

Yes. If people
come out, I see them.

So, nobody saw the
shooter leave through
the dining room.

He had to go
out the side.

Unless he ducked in here.

Oh, sorry.

There were interviews
with two women
who were in the can

at the time of the shooting.
I think they
would've noticed.

Not if he was a she.

The poor man
who was killed?

He was right
in front of me.

Walked into the men's room
just as the shots were fired.

So, what did you do?

Ran into the ladies' room
and stayed there.

I was terrified.

Anybody in there
with you?

One other woman.

She came out of a stall
and asked what was going on.

And then another
woman ran in.

How soon after you
did she come in?

Right after the shooting.

We heard a commotion
in the hallway,

but we just stayed put
until the waiter said
it was safe to come out.

What happened to
the third woman?

Don't know.
It was very confused.

Can you describe her?

Yes.

Ann Taylor
knock-off pantsuit,
wannabe Prada pumps

and a leatherette copy
of a Coach portfolio bag
in black.

Very tacky.
What did she look like?

Oh! She was about 5'7",
light brown hair, bangs.

I noticed her earlier
eating alone.

Why? Because of
the tacky outfit?

I noticed the man
in the Zegna suit
who tried to pick her up.

He and another man
were at the table
next to me and my husband.

It wasn't hard,
Mr. Patterson.

We traced your pal
from his credit card,

and he gave us your name.

I better be careful.

Wouldn't want my fiancée
to get the wrong idea.

What idea is she
supposed to get?

It was a gag.

My buddy bet me
I couldn't have
dessert with the lady.

Did you get as far
as exchanging numbers?

Not even a first name.

Said she was busy and
pulled out some work.

Really.
Didn't want to talk to me.

What kind of work?

Looked like party planning,
promotions,
that kind of thing.

Funmakers. That was
the name on the book.

We're gonna need
your help with a sketch.

I got to get
back to work.

We'd really
appreciate it, Hal.

And so would
your fiancée.

It looks
like Lindsay Carson,
but it's not very flattering.

What does she do here?

She's a freelance coordinator,
handles corporate events.

Do you know
where we can find her?

Oh, let's see.

She's in Chicago
at a convention, and
she'll be back tomorrow.

Is she in trouble?

We just want
to talk to her.

Did she ever mention
if anybody in her family

had been the victim
of a serious crime?

No.

I don't really
know her very well.

She's only been
working for us
a few months.

She's not a talker.

Do you know if she's
from around this area?

I don't think so.

Maury hired her.
He read her resume,

but he's in Pittsburgh
till Monday.

Can we take a look
at that resume?

You don't know
Maury's filing system.

Mayer's office
faxed it over.

It's a list of all the cases
the good doctor testified in,

including the names
of the victims.
None of them named Carson.

That would be too easy.

Dr. Mayer's been busy.
There must be over
100 cases here.

One hundred
and thirty-two.

What's his batting
average?

Forty-three acquittals
by reason of mental defect.

The doctor let these killers
walk into a padded cell.

And then they
walked home.

Okay. According to the
state employment records,

Lindsay Carson
worked in Albany

for six years
before moving here.

Albany? Dr. Mayer worked
a case in Albany.

People v. Rigg.
Double homicide.

The victims were Robert Kort
and Kathy Morris.

My back was to the door.
I don't remember after that.

I never saw who it was.

Do you get
a lot of threats in
your line of work?

I mean,
setting killers free?

Nobody goes free.
They get treatment.

But anonymous calls
and letters.

I've been doing this
over 20 years.

The name Lindsay Carson
mean anything to you?

Business or otherwise?

No. Who is she?

She's from Albany.
You had a case up there
a couple of years ago.

People v. Rigg.
Guy killed two people.

Yes. His boss
and a co-worker.

He'd been fired.

Being a defense witness,
you must have
been very popular.

People get emotional.
That's why I'm careful,

but there's no reason
anybody in Albany
would hold a grudge.

How's that?

The jury found Rigg guilty.
Life without parole.

Thanks.

Oh, Doctor, one more thing.
What's your fee?

$30,000 to $60,000.

If I was Rigg,
I'd ask for a refund.

Rigg is in Attica.
Guess who was on
his guest list?

Lindsay Rigg Carson.
His daughter?

We make her 10 feet
from the scene

five seconds after
the shooting stops.

That's 10 feet too far
and five seconds too late
for an arrest warrant.

Even if you talk
to Judge Siedenburg?

He's in the hospital.
Gallstones.

I could talk to Judge Flores.
Search warrant good enough?

I need you to open
the storage room for
this detective. All right?

Rey! Get a look at this.
It was under the bed.

Court TV,
Mayer testifying at
her father's trial.

Mayer testifying
in Florida, in LA.

Without Reason
by Dr. Leon Mayer.

Looks like she has
the complete works.

Yeah. Plus a bunch of
newspaper clippings of Mayer.

Only thing missing
is the doll with
the pins in it.

I'd rather have the gun.

Take a look at this.
Must be Rigg.

What are you
doing to my home?

You can't just come in
here like this.

Ms. Carson, we have
a search warrant.

I don't care.
That's my property.

Yeah. Well, now
it's evidence.

But if you want to make sure
we don't lose it,

you're welcome to
come along with us.

Once we're done,
you can leave and take
this stuff back with you.

I guess I don't
have a choice.

Then if you don't mind.

We have to check
and make sure

you're not carrying
anything dangerous,
like a hatpin.

Officer, you want
to escort her, please.

Miss?

I told you,
I don't know where
I was on Friday night.

I've been working
very hard.

So, you really don't remember
where you ate dinner?

Why is that
so important?

People saw you at
the Trident Restaurant

on 9th Avenue
around midnight.

It's a mistake.
I never eat that late.

Funny thing is,
that's the same time
two people got shot there.

One of them was killed.

And the other one
seems to be
a hobby of yours.

Dr. Mayer?

What? You think
I shot him?

It sure looks like
you got a problem with him.

What, you blame him for
your father's conviction?

Oh, I get it. My father got
railroaded for murder,
now it's my turn.

This girl's going
to be a lot of fun.

She's been here
almost an hour

and she hasn't
been Mirandized?

We told her she can leave
whenever she wants.

I'd like to keep
her talking.

I'd like to be sure
whatever she does say,
we can use.

Lieutenant.

Ms. Carson,
I'm Lieutenant Van Buren.

I'd like you to
clear up a few points.

Do you own a gun?
No.

Have you been in
possession of one?

No, of course not.

Have you fired one at
a shooting range recently?

No.

Then maybe you can
explain why our lab

found traces of gunpowder
in your portfolio.

I've answered
enough questions.
I'm leaving now.

I want my portfolio back,
and I'm taking these with me.

I'm afraid that's
not possible.

I'm not leaving
without them.

You're not leaving.

Please, put those down.

You're being
arrested for murder
and attempted murder.

What?
You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can be used in
a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.
If you can't afford...

to make my client look like
a blue ribbon lunatic.

If the shoe fits.

It's just research.
My father needed an expert.

Ms. Powell, would you
instruct your client?

Yes, Your Honor.

Ms. Carson assembled
these clippings on the doctor

when she was
thinking of hiring him
in her father's defense.

And her client went
right on clipping

long after her
father's trial was over.

What was she
researching then?

She had an interest
in Dr. Mayer.

It doesn't mean she
wanted to kill him.

It's for a jury to decide
what she wanted.

I'm going to allow
this material, Ms. Powell.

Now for the other
part of your motion about
the gunpowder residue?

They had a premises warrant
for the apartment.

Ms. Carson was in
the building hallway

when they searched
her portfolio.

The defendant voluntarily
handed it to the officers.

They took it from me.

What did they tell you?
Their exact words?

They told me because
I was going to ride
with them to the station,

they had to
check my portfolio
for anything dangerous.

Assuming even
a temporary seizure
was legitimate,

People v. Clements
allows only an inventory
of the contents,

not a chemical analysis.

The gunpowder residue
was apparent to the officers.

How? Were these
canine officers?

The police have
every right to...

To check for weapons
for their own safety.

They don't need
a microscope to do that.

The gunpowder is out.

Then, Your Honor,
I move to dismiss
the charges.

The People have
no direct evidence.

We can still place her
in the ladies' room
right after the shooting.

Come back when
you can place her
in the men's room.

The motion is granted.
Charges are dismissed.

Don't these cops know,
you got a premises warrant,

you bring the suspect
into the premises
you want to search her.

And procedure tells them
to keep a suspect

outside the premises
they're searching.

This wasn't their fault.

Of course not.

I hope somebody's
putting this case
back together.

The police are pulling
her travel records,
phone records,

if she stalked Mayer,
she might've left tracks.

What does the doctor say?

He doesn't remember
Carson or the shooting.

He'd just gotten
out of the ICU when
the police talked to him.

How's he feeling now?

I told the police.
I never heard of
Lindsay Carson.

You say she kept
a file on me?

Apparently she blames
you for her father
going to prison.

She said he was railroaded.

Look, I did everything
I could for Mr. Rigg.

The jury was
out for blood.

I can understand
their feelings.
He executed two people.

He was dissociative.
He had no idea
what he was doing.

After he was fired,
he had what I describe
as a psychic overload.

If you say so.

Have you even
read the case?

Arthur Rigg had
been an employee

of Pine Mountain Fabricating
for 18 years.

He was fired on
a Friday after his shift.
He snapped.

He took a .38 out
of his glove box,

and he shot his boss
and his boss's secretary
in a parking lot.

He didn't remember anything
for the next two days.

That's classic
dissociative behavior.

Rigg used a .38?

Lindsay Carson shot you
with the same caliber gun.

Not surprising.
It's symbolic.

Or just practical.
Do you know if the gun
was ever recovered?

Because Rigg still
has appeals pending,

Albany police wouldn't release
the actual slugs Rigg used.

They sent macro photos.

Will they do?
I can make a phone call.
They're fine.

I checked them
against your slugs
from Mayer and Garner.

The good news is,

same number of
lands and grooves,
same pitch.

They were fired
from the same gun.

The bad news is,

the slugs from
the restaurant have
too many secondary marks.

Three went through
a metal door.

Two were dug out of the wall,
and the sixth struck bone.

So, I put you on
the stand and...

I'd have to say
the match was 60%.

You get me the gun,
we're in business.

That's not likely.

She shot Mayer
with her father's gun?

Freud must be
having a good laugh.

Unless we prove it,
so will Lindsay Carson.

Her father must know
where that gun ended up
two years ago.

According to Mayer,
Rigg went blank

for two days
after the shooting.

Well, maybe we can
jog his memory.

Who was the riding
A.D.A. in Albany?

A deal for Arthur Rigg?

What I'm asking
isn't unreasonable.

If he cooperates with us,
you give him a shot at parole

after 25 years.

If he lives that long.

He's lucky
he lived this long.

I asked for
the death penalty.

Robert Kort had four kids.
Kathy Morris was
seven weeks pregnant.

Rigg has a history of
drinking and brawling.

As far as my
constituents are concerned,
I lost that case.

What will your
constituents think

if you let another
killer walk free?

That case is your problem.

It wouldn't be
anybody's problem

if your cops had
found Rigg's gun.

That's hardly
a fair assessment.

Lindsay Carson would've
found another gun
to do the job.

By the time we're through,
the media won't
care about fairness.

Especially if
Rigg gets anywhere
with his appeals.

He's already lost
his direct appeal.

And now he's writing
his own briefs.

Have you seen
Acevedo v. US?

For a jailhouse lawyer,
Rigg isn't bad.

If a judge ever gets around
to reading his brief,
he might just prevail.

Ms. Solvan,

if we convict Lindsay Carson,

there's nothing I'd like more
than to give the credit

to the Albany County
District Attorney's office.

I was finished with
this case a year a ago.

When I ran out of money.

I did the trial.
I did the direct appeal.

That's all I was
required to do.

Now I drive all
the way from Albany
to listen to this?

We're prepared
to drop murder one

down to murder two
against his daughter,

and we're giving your client
an opportunity you haven't
been able to offer.

An opportunity to
sell out his daughter

for a chance at
parole in 23 years?

He's got a better shot
claiming I screwed up.

I read your brief.

I wouldn't pack
your suitcase just yet.

Maybe you haven't
read Acevedo v. US
down in New York.

You should give
the dissent a closer read.

You're here to
stay, Mr. Rigg.

You tell us how your daughter
ended up with your gun,

you get a chance at parole.

Parole after 15 years?

You're lucky to
get any offer at all.

I wouldn't wish
this life on anybody.

Especially my own kid.

Even if I could
answer your questions,
I wouldn't.

You can all go to hell.

Guard!

Well, it was worth a shot.

Niagara Falls is
45 minutes away.
You ever been?

When I was nine,
my brothers tried
to push me in.

Maybe we don't need Rigg
to connect her to the gun.

If Albany Homicide
couldn't find the gun...

They don't know what we know.
They tracked Rigg,
not his daughter.

Monday, May 7.

County jail records have
Lindsay visiting her father

six hours after
he surrendered.

What time Monday?

3:30 in the afternoon.

Well, her work has
her checking out

Monday at 1:00
in the afternoon,

and she didn't come back in
until Tuesday afternoon.

Monday, May 7?

Wherever she went,
she had a full tank of gas.

$18 worth,
Monday, in Albany.

I wonder what else
she charged?

Tuesday,
Yellow Shutters Motel.
Binghamton, New York. $2.50.

Must be an incidental charge.
Phone call maybe.

She probably paid
for the room in cash.

So, after she
talked to her father
in the lock-up in Albany,

right away she
jumps in her car

and drives two hours
to Binghamton.

You guys want to check out
the accommodations

at the Yellow Shutters Motel?

We'll break out
our thermals.

Here it is. May 7.

Lindsay Carson.
Room 103. New York tags.

Charge was for a phone call.
Must've been posted
after she checked out.

You have those
phone records?

From two years ago?
We get rid of that
stuff after a year.

Weird though.
We were pretty
empty that night.

I don't know why
they stuck her in 103.

It's right beside
the kitchen.

Maybe she asked for it?

Who used the room
the night before?

Oh, here we go.
Gerald Foster.

Him I remember.
Almost had to call the cops.

Borrowed a screwdriver
from me.

Then he nearly took
my eye out with it.

How come?

I wanted a deposit
on the screwdriver,
in case he lost it.

The guy just
went off on me.

You get his license tags?

Foster said he
needed the screwdriver
to fix his car.

After the Carson lady
checked out,
I come to find out, uh,

the space heater in
the room got broken.

I think Foster tried
to take it apart.

Lennie, it was Rigg's car.

You going to
keep arresting her

until you find a judge
stupid enough to let you
get away with it?

We've got her
at the scene.

We've got a decent
ballistics match.

To what?

To a gun she didn't
have access to?

You mean the gun she removed
from the space heater

of room 103 at
the Yellow Shutters Motel
two years ago?

What's your evidence?

A registration book
which shows your client

and her father
stayed in the same room
on consecutive nights.

Another coincidence?

The way they keep piling up,
it's enough to bury her.

Not if you expect
a jury to vote on
a capital charge.

We'll argue inevitable
discovery, and get
the gunpowder back in.

You have an offer?

Murder two.
Assault one. 25-to-life.

Give us a day?

It's still a mystery
why she chose to wreak
her vengeance on Mayer.

In my book,
her father's lawyer
is a better candidate.

Better a doctor
than a fellow attorney.

We got Carson's answer.
She wants to change her plea.

Not guilty by reason of
mental disease or defect.

She's claiming
she was dissociative
when she shot Mayer.

Her father's defense.

Maybe it's genetic.

I don't remember anything.

Nothing?

Mmm-mmm.

Ms. Carson, the court
ordered you to answer all
my questions honestly.

I don't remember
where I went,

how I got there
or what I did.

I don't remember anything
till I woke up
the next morning.

What's the last thing
you do remember?

I found out where
Mayer was staying,
and I went to talk to him.

With a gun?

Mmm.

The city's dangerous.

I saw him outside
his hotel.

And I don't remember
anything after that.

You were very interested
in Dr. Mayer.

Hmm.

Because of him,
my father will be in prison
the rest of his life.

What did Dr. Mayer do?

He screwed up.

He got to Albany
three hours before
he was supposed to testify.

He only spent half an hour
examining my father,

and on the stand
he confused him

with another one
of his patients,

and we mortgaged
the house to pay him.

He was supposed
to save my father.

How?

By convincing
the jury that he didn't know
what he was doing.

It wasn't his fault.

Just like this
wasn't your fault?

My father is
a very good person.

He is. He just snapped.

He had worked so
hard for those people,
and they just threw him away.

If only the jury knew
what my father
was really like.

And it was
Dr. Mayer's job
to tell them.

What did you feel
when you knew
he was coming to town?

I don't know.
I just went numb.

Mr. Rigg retained me
two days before the trial.

They expected miracles.

She's absolutely convinced
her father's not responsible.

I don't care
what her beef is.

Do you buy this
as a defense?

Dissociation disorder?

Even if I accepted
it as a legal defense,

the symptoms are
too easy to mimic.

How do you prove or
disprove memory loss?

No offense, Dr. Skoda,
but this isn't your
area of expertise.

I mean, as much as
I wish it weren't so,

Ms. Carson meets
all the criteria
for dissociation.

Yeah, those criteria are
completely subjective,

and you gotta believe
whatever the defendant
tells you.

Well, my studies
show otherwise.

The disorder manifests itself
very specifically

through irrational violence
brought on by
emotional catalyst,

accompanied by memory loss,
lack of affect and remorse.

If that's all it takes
to duck a murder charge,
we're all out of business.

Doctors.

The question is very simple.

At the time
she fired the gun,

did Lindsay Carson
appreciate the
consequences of her action,

and did she know
it was wrong?

Yes.
No.

Terrific.

She ran into
the restroom just moments
after the shooting stopped.

She was perspiring
and breathing heavily.

What happened next?

We stood away from the door,
the three of us, and waited.

The other woman kept saying
"Oh, my God," over and over.

I told her to be quiet

so whoever did the shooting
wouldn't know
we were in there.

While you were waiting,
did the defendant do anything
out of the ordinary?

No.

Thank you.

Ms. Carson never said a word,
isn't that right?

Yes. I think so.

She wasn't screaming
hysterically, was she?

No.
She just stood there
quietly the whole time?

Yes.

Without displaying
any emotion,
isn't that right?

Yes.

Didn't you think
that was strange,
given the circumstance?

Yes.

Thank you.

Since she wasn't seen leaving
through the side door

or through the dining room,

we concluded that she ran
into the ladies' room.

That was later confirmed
by two witnesses.

In your opinion,
would she have been seen

if she'd left
through the side door
or through the dining room?

Yes, most likely.

What, if any, conclusion

did you draw
from her running
into the ladies' room?

That it was
pretty quick thinking.

Thank you.

My client has been charged
with shooting her victims

in the busy men's room
of a crowded restaurant.

Is that also evidence
of her quick thinking?

I don't know.

It was better
than shooting them
in the dining room.

Move to strike,
Your Honor.

The jury will disregard
the witness's last statement.

During questioning,
Ms. Carson told you that

she didn't remember
where she was

on Friday night,
isn't that right?

Yes.

Did she say anything to you
to contradict that statement?

No.

And you were with her
prior to and after her arrest

for nearly five hours,
isn't that right?

Yes.

Thank you.

That was Briscoe
on the phone.

Feels bad about the way
his testimony went.

We say she's cold-blooded,
they say she was in a trance.

Tomayto, tomahto.

There's nothing
Briscoe could've done.

It's Friday, Jamie.
Go home.

I got the pleadings
from Rigg's trial,

to see if his
daughter's beef with Mayer
had any rational basis.

And?

It seems she
had a better case
against the judge.

The defense asked
for a continuance

so Mayer could prepare
his testimony.

The judge denied it.

Fourth amendment
due process violation.
Tailor-made for an appeal.

That's just it.
I looked at Rigg's appeals.

They never argued
due process.

Rigg is pretty sharp.
He wouldn't have
overlooked it.

Track down his lawyer.

You think I'm an idiot?
Of course it's grounds
for an appeal.

Funny it didn't find
its way into a brief.

What're you
accusing me of?

You gave a less-than-zealous
representation of
an unpopular defendant.

Maybe the ethics committee
should look into this.

He got a better defense
than he deserved.

Look, I told Rigg
and his daughter

we had a good
due process claim,

but we needed
Mayer to back it up.

What was the problem?

Mayer refused to help.

Did he say why?
No explanation.

When was this?

A year ago.
Then Rigg told me
to drop it.

And that was the end
of my involvement.

You have the transcripts
of Rigg's trial?

If Mayer wouldn't
help with the appeal,

it gives Carson
a whole other motive
to shoot him.

If this woman had
been in touch with him,

why did Mayer say he
had never heard of her?

Maybe for the same reason
he didn't want anything
to do with Rigg's appeal.

He's hiding something?

The psychology profession.

Good night.

Jack. Mayer's testimony.

This was no mistake.

There's only one way
he could've known.

Find out where
Mayer is, fly him in.

I don't see him
volunteering to
take the stand.

Tell him we need to
put a face on the crime.

Tell him we'll subpoena him.
Just get him into court.

I spent two months
in the hospital.

I have an hour of
physical therapy every day.

I suppose, though,
I was lucky.

Luckier, certainly,
than Mr. Garner.

Were you aware
that the defendant
holds you responsible

for her father's
conviction?

No, not until recently.

In Dr. Skoda's
videotaped interview,

she claims that
you were unprepared,

that you made factual errors
during the testimony,

that you confused her
father's case with another.
Is that true?

I was prepared.

I made one misstatement,
but which I corrected
immediately.

What was the gist
of your testimony
at that trial?

That Arthur Rigg
committed his crimes

while suffering from
dissociative disorder.

What symptoms
did he exhibit?

Sudden and
irrational violence,
memory loss.

How serious was
his memory loss?

Well, he couldn't
remember the shooting

or anything that happened
in the next two days.

And you believed him?
Oh, yes.

So, he would have
no memory of his stay

at the Yellow Shutters Motel
in Binghamton,

the two nights
after the shooting?

That's right.

I refer to People's 16.

The grand jury testimony
of the manager of the
Yellow Shutters Motel.

I'd like you to read
the highlighted portion.

"I remember him clearly
because the day after
he checked in

"he threatened me
with a screwdriver."

People's 43.

This is a transcript
of your testimony at
the trial of Arthur Rigg.

Again, read the
highlighted portion.

Dr. Mayer,
please read the passage.

"Mr. Rigg exhibited classic
dissociative reactions.

"Trance-like behavior
over a period of two days,

"instances of
irrational violence,
including the shooting..."

Please finish, Doctor.

"...and the attack
with the screwdriver."

This is the misstatement
that you referred to earlier?

Yes.

How did you know
about the attack?

Answer the question, Doctor.

Mr. Rigg told me.

Even though
he'd lost his memory?

Permission to
treat as hostile.

Go ahead.

Isn't it true that Mr. Rigg
had no memory loss?

He had some loss of memory.

He wasn't dissociative,
was he?

I stand by my diagnosis.

You perjured yourself,
Doctor.

You sold your
professional integrity
for $40,000.

Isn't that true?
No!

That's why you
refused to testify
at Mr. Rigg's appeal.

It is absolutely
not true!

You were afraid
you'd be found out.
No.

That your theory
would be discredited,

a theory upon which you had
built your entire career,

and that Mr. Rigg would be
shown for who he was,

not as a good man
who just snapped,

but as a violent individual,
a bully and a liar

who was no more dissociative
than his daughter.

Objection.

Withdrawn.

I have no more questions
for this witness.

You turned this
into the trial of
Dr. Leon Mayer.

Whatever the jury
thinks of him,

they'll take it
out on my client.

You hitched your
wagon to his theory.
Your mistake, not ours.

Man one.

Not until I hear
what she has to say.

I needed him to help
us with the appeal.
I thought he owed us.

Mmm.

Dad told me to forget it,
but I couldn't.

I tracked Mayer to his hotel.

And you brought
the gun with you?

Yes. Just to scare him.

Uh, he wouldn't speak to me.

I followed him everywhere,
the theater, the restaurant.

I waited to talk to him.

When I thought he
was going to duck out
the back of the restaurant,

I went after him.

I told him he was a bastard
for abandoning a good man.

And he laughed.

Said he wasn't the problem.

The problem was
my father was a murderer.

And then he went
into the restroom,

and I didn't believe him.

I couldn't.

I was just so angry
that I went in there
and started shooting.

And then when
I saw that other man,

I just kept on firing.

I'm sorry. I didn't know...

Murder two, 20-to-life.
That's the best I can do.

Whole world says
her father's a killer.
One man says he's sick.

She heard what
she wanted to hear.

We all do.

Yeah, but we don't all
pay $40,000 to hear it.