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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.

Come on, Gillian.
You're already
a half hour late.

I don't care.
I hate soccer.

Gillian.
Gillian.

Dad. He's all bloody.

Was he
a regular?

Wasn't dressed
like one.

The park's people
couldn't ID him

on account of his face
being scrambled.

How bad?

Like he went 15 rounds
with a gorilla.

Thanks.
Mmm.

Okay. So you
came through at 8:00.

Now, did anybody
see him earlier?

No.

Come on, folks.
The tunnel's the
only way down here.

I came through
a little before 8:00.

And you didn't notice
a man marinating
in his own blood?

What are you
hawking us for?

There's always
someone in there
marinating in something.

Lennie.

Guy's at St. Luke's
in critical condition.

They're not sure if
he's gonna make it.

The good citizens here
will be devastated.

Your victim's
name is George Harding.

His wallet's in there
with the rest
of his property.

We'll need
our forensics unit
to pick up his clothes.

We know the routine,
Detective.

What's the damage?

He's lost
a lot of blood.

Broken nose,
three fractured ribs,
severe concussion.

This time, they were
trying to kill him.

This time?

He sustained some
bruises and lacerations
earlier this week,

I'd say two or
three days ago.

Don't talk too long.
He just regained
consciousness.

Check it out,
Lennie. PD 521.

Property clerk's
receipt?

He was arrested
three days ago.

You want to
tell us who beat you
up, Mr. Harding?

Nobody. I fell
off my bike.

This have
anything to do

with you getting arrested
a few days ago?

Leave me alone.

Listen, if you don't
cooperate with us,

we're going to assume
you have something

you don't want us
to find out about,

and then we're
gonna have to start
investigating you.

Harding won't give
you any explanation?

He says he fell
off his bike.

Bike must be
about 10 stories tall.

Hey, if this guy won't
talk, there are real
cases we can work.

Well, what do we
know about him?

New York State
driver's license,

employee card from
York Psychiatric Hospital.

Harding was collared
in the 23 on Thursday,

assaulting
a police officer.

Somebody on our
team took payback?

Could be why
he dummied up.

Maybe he deserved it.
Yeah. Maybe he didn't.

And maybe
it wasn't a cop.

If it was, we'll turn it
over to Internal Affairs.
For now, run with it.

Thursday night, Harding comes
tearing around a corner,

sees me on the beat,

hauls off and
slugs me in the face.

No reason.

What'd you do?

Cuffed him
and took him in.

Easy or hard?

Where you guys
going with this?

Last night, somebody
beat the crap out of him,

left him for dead
in Riverside Park.

Well, it wasn't me.

The doctor said he
had some injuries from
earlier in the week.

Do you know
anything about that?

Like maybe he banged his head
getting into your squad car?

Look, you guys
got this all wrong.

This Harding was running away
from a couple of guys.

I figure it was either
get himself arrested

or take what
they were bringing.

Where were you
last night?
Home.

Alone.

These two guys that
were chasing Harding.
Could you ID them?

It was dark.

They bounced as soon as
they saw my uniform.

What about your partner?
He get a good look at them?

She.

She's in there.

Thanks.

I didn't see the two guys.
I was getting coffee.

How much coffee
do you drink?

What
did you see?

Loomis was
hooking up the perp.

He rough him up any?

Define "rough."

"Rough" is you
talking to IAB
instead of us.

What's wrong
with you guys?

You want to know
who pounded that jerk,

go find the two guys
that were chasing him.

Yeah, the two guys
nobody saw
except Loomis.

You calling him a liar?

Hey, take it easy.
You're getting a little
caffeine rush there.

Does anybody know where
Harding was coming from

before he ran
into your partner?

I know where he
said he'd been.

I don't know nothing
about nothing.

You sound
proud of it.

Sustaining ignorance
is hard work.

And were you, uh,
sustaining your ignorance

around 9:00, 9:30
last Thursday night?

Diligently.

Anybody here
less diligent
than you?

Yes, there were
two guys hassling him,

and, yes, I'm sure
it was Thursday night.

So what were they
hassling him about?

I don't know.
I was reading.

You sure it was
George Harding
they were hassling?

Yeah, I see George three,
four times a week.

And
the two guys?

Them I never saw before.
Two peas out of the same pod.

Dark, hyper, Italian,

maybe Jewish.

Would you know them
if you saw them again?

Everything's in here.

Except what's not.

Russo, Joseph H.

Our barfly says he was one
of the two guys giving
the victim a hard time.

She say
what the hard time
was about?

She was reading.
It's what she does.

Convicted 03/96,
assault two. He's out?

Couple weeks ago.

Well, let's pick him up.

What?
Well,

the lab found three
different blood types
on the victim's clothes.

One of them is the same
as Officer Loomis'.

Rey's hot to
pull in the IAB.

Well, let's pull in
Russo, Joseph H., first.

I think
we already wore out
our welcome.

Please don't
wake her up.

Her?

Yeah. You have no idea
how crabby she gets.

We're looking
for Joseph Russo.

He went to prison.
She's the new tenant.

Yeah. Well, Russo got out.
You know where he is?

No.

Oh...

When you find him,
could you give him
his mail?

She just dumped it
on the floor
by the mailboxes.

No problem.
Thanks.
Thank you.

Bills, computer
dating service.

Look at this.

"To Joseph Russo from
York Psychiatric Hospital."

Isn't that where
George Harding works?

Somehow, I don't think
we're gonna need the IAB.

His sister is here,
Leslie Russo.

Did Joe Russo
have any contact
with George Harding?

George? St. Luke's
called us. Is that
what this is about?

We're checking.
Do they know each other?

I really
don't know.

That's Leslie, the one
in the plaid jumper.

What's
wrong with her?

For that, you need
to talk to her family.

Okay. You got a current
address for Joe?

Uh, we have one for Frank.
The other brother.

They look alike?
Joe and Frank?
Two peas in a pod?

There's a family
resemblance.

Are they protective
of their sister?

Frank is.
He's the one I know well.

Nice guy. Visits his
sister every Sunday.

Very gentle with her.

I wish all our patients
had such caring families.

Yeah, seems to make
all the difference.

Yeah, who is it?

Frank Russo? Police.

Yeah?

Can we come in
and talk to you?

What about?
You got something
to hide?

Dirty underwear.

You got three seconds
to tell me what you want.

One...
Where's your brother?

...two, three.

Where's your brother?
Don't know.

What happened
to your eye?

Lennie, you smell
something?

You smoke?

Who's in there?

Let me guess,
you've got a dog
with emphysema.

Joe,
come on out,

and don't do
nothing else stupid.

We didn't do nothing,
and we want a lawyer.

And apparently,
he can't go more
than 30 seconds

without a smoke,
so here they are.

We are not answering
any questions until
Mr. Jamison gets here.

Hey!

Nobody's asking you
any questions.

And we didn't
beat up anybody.

Between them,
we have 14 scraped knuckles,

one swollen wrist,
six bruises.

The doctor's gonna tell us
they were in a fistfight

and the lab's gonna tell us
their blood is on
Harding's clothes.

The woman in the bar
can ID them as the two mooks
with Harding.

And the beat cops
will tell you
they were chasing him

a couple of nights
before they finally
caught up to him

and beat the crap
out of him.

So, it's
attempted murder.

Plus aggravated assault.
And assault
with intent to kill.

So, say, 25-to-life,
without mitigation.

They didn't
offer any mitigation.

They just beat the guy
for no reason.

I'll call the D.A.

You want a reason?

That bastard Harding
raped our sister.

That's right.
And the hospital wouldn't
do a damn thing about it.

And that is all we're
saying till our lawyer
gets here. Okay?

Her brothers told us
she told them
she'd been raped.

By George Harding?

They didn't say
by whom.

Did you believe them?

Leslie Russo suffers from
disorganized schizophrenia.

Her perceptions are
turbulent and fragmentary.

Simply put,
she's delusional.

The perfect victim
because nobody
believes her.

Well, I'm not implying
disbelief. We did
investigate.

Leslie wouldn't repeat
the allegation to us.

Our gynecologist
did a pelvic exam,
it was inconclusive.

We checked the staff
records to see who was
on duty that night.

Frank Russo was
definite about the date.

Harding, Jimmy Baxter,
and Gianni Lupo.

Personnel can give you
their addresses.

We talked to them.
But, again, everything
was inconclusive.

Why didn't you
call the police?

We had nothing. Not
one shred of evidence

that anything untoward
had happened.

You mind if
we talk to her?

Try not to be put
off by the incoherence
and the inappropriate affect.

Don't worry,
we won't.

George Harding,
Leslie, did you tell
your brothers about him?

I talk to them
all the time.

I talked to them
this morning.

You did?

Oh, yeah, I did.
Once an hour,
on the quarter hour.

Did you tell your brothers
that George Harding hurt you?

Didn't he?

We don't know.
Did he?

My brother Frank knows.
He has the key
to the blue room.

The blue room?

Physical therapy.
Jane Fonda works out
with us.

Isn't it time to eat?

Leslie, one more time.

Did you tell your
brothers that George
Harding raped you?

Do you want to
have lunch with me?

I like chicken
with red sauce
and one vegetable.

Leslie.
Just one. Mom says
that's the way to eat.

The cops didn't have
any right to push Leslie
around like that.

I mean, we ought to
sue that crummy-ass
hospital, Frank.

They talked to her.
They investigated
your claim.

So did the hospital.
There's no evidence
of a rape.

I don't see a reason

to reduce from
attempted murder.

What is wrong
with you, lady?

I mean, you think
it's all right to
rape crazy people?

That son of a bitch
did my sister,

and nobody
gives a damn but us!

Give me something
I can believe,
and I'll give a damn.

Counselor, my clients
are concerned
about their sister.

They don't want
to do anything to
exacerbate her trauma.

It's a risk
they'll have to take.

We went to visit.
I noticed these marks
on Leslie's neck.

When I asked her
about them,
she got hysterical.

She just kept saying
over and over again,

"Didn't have sex,
didn't have sex,
didn't have sex."

I mean, Frankie had
to calm her down.

She said
it was Harding.

That could mean anything.

Yeah, so I asked her,
"What about Harding?"

She said he
made her do it.

Now maybe you
don't call that rape,
but I sure as hell do.

Listen, how much police time
do you expect me to waste

trying to prove
the Russo boys' defense?

Let them prove it.
I need my officers
for other things.

We've got
an allegation of rape.

That's what
police time is for.

An allegation that
can't ever be proved.

Okay. We'll talk
to the other guys
on Harding's shift.

If we don't get
a smoking gun
this time, that's it.

In a hurry?
I'm giving
a deposition.

Your lawsuit against
the department?

News travels.

Kick butt.

Yeah, I was on duty
that night, but I
wasn't on the floor.

I was downstairs
doing paperwork
with my supervisor.

You know George Harding
pretty well?

Not really.

George spends
most of his time
with the patients.

They seem
to like him.
Yeah? Why is that?

Well, he does stuff.
Like, if he knows
you like biscuits,

he'll slip you
an extra one.

He ever slip them
anything else?

Not that I know of.

Is Jimmy Baxter
here today?

He's around
somewhere.

You're the second
York employee we've
seen who got beat up.

What's it to you?

We don't like coincidences.
So who did it?

A couple of guys, okay?

A couple guys
named Russo, maybe?

If you already know,
why ask?

They put
George Harding
in intensive care.

How come you
got off so easy?

I told those guys
it wasn't me.

I didn't rape
their nut-job sister.

Then why'd they
think you did?

I wonder how
they got from you
to George Harding.

You told
them, didn't you?

What if I did?

They beat him into
critical condition
on your say-so.

Hey, I didn't
pull his name
out of the air.

If anybody did it,
it was him.

The last place he
worked, somebody got
raped there, too.

Where's that?
Park West.

It's a long-term
care facility.

They had some big
rape investigation.

And
they put it
on Harding?

All I know is he
worked there, too.

You're the ones who
don't like coincidences.

The Russos said
their sister accused Harding.

They lied about that.

Doesn't mean they
lied about the rape.

Wendy Singer.
She's been here
about two years.

Head-on collision
on the Taconic.

Bad road.

Her husband died
on impact,

as did the five-month-old
fetus Wendy was carrying.

Well, we'll try
not to tire her out,

but we do have some
questions for her.

I didn't make
myself clear, I guess.

Wendy Singer has been
in an irreversible coma
since the accident.

Then who made
the rape complaint?

We didn't need one.

Mr. and Mrs. Singer,
this is Detective Briscoe,
Detective Curtis.

Didn't the police
already look into this?

They're following up,
Mrs. Singer.

Doctor, uh, could we
talk in your office?

Mrs. Singer told us
Wendy missed her period
the last week of June.

Why wasn't
the pregnancy
terminated?

The Singers
refused to consent.

Religious
convictions?

Wendy is their only child

and after the initial
shock wore off,

they realized
they were going to have
a grandchild after all.

They've already
chosen names.

We'll need the names
of the detectives who
investigated, all right?

We did everything
by the book.

All our staff
were questioned.

The police made
every male employee
submit a blood sample.

Including
George Harding?

Harding wasn't here then.

He'd moved on to a new job
about six weeks prior.

Any suspects?

The police concentrated
on the two employees
who refused to give blood.

One was Dean Goldberg,

but you can cross him
off your list. He died
two months ago. AIDS.

I guess I'd refuse
to give blood, too.

So who's
the other one?

I refused 'cause
I'm an addict, okay?

I'm trying to
get hooked up here,

which is not gonna
happen with two cops
standing around.

Well, talk to us
about George Harding
and we'll fade.

Harding wasn't
there anymore.

But you want him
to be the daddy?
Fine with me.

Hold on a minute.
We're still talking.

The doctors loved Harding
'cause he sucked up.

The patients loved him
because he'd bring them little
extras if they paid him.

You leaving now?

Yeah. Well, we could
toss you for works.

Then you could
come along with us.

You ever see
Harding around
after he quit?

A couple of times,
late at night.

He had a thing going
with one of the nurses.

He'd take her
to the PT room.

Just so we're clear,
he was having
sex with a nurse

in the physical therapy
room at Park West?

That's why he
worked nights.

He said he liked
doing it on the mats.

He probably liked the mats
in the blue room at York.

Leslie, you
remember the last time
we were here?

I've been taking my
medication. I have.

So you can't
arrest me for that.
That's right.

We just want to talk to you
about what happened
in the blue room.

The physical therapy room.

I told you already.
I told you seven times.

Are you some kind
of sex pervert
or something?

Did anybody ever
take you there for sex?

They have
these phone lines
you could call,

but they block
the numbers here.

Leslie.

I'm not going to tell you
who messed with me,
if that's what you think.

I'm not that kind of girl.

But you know
who it was.

I confessed to my
spiritual advisor,
that's all that's required,

I don't have to tell you.

Now. We know
it was somebody
in the hospital,

one of the orderlies.

I'm in big trouble now.

No, you're not.
Just answer
their questions.

George Harding's
kind of a nice guy, huh?

He is nice.

Nice looking.

I like his eyes.

Did he ever take
advantage of you a little?

There was
no advantage taken
in the blue room.

It was totally
mutual and sensual.

I didn't tell that part
to my spiritual advisor.

But it was George
in the blue room.

Leslie?

Yeah.

Okay?

Hey, now I know why patients
never eat their Jell-O.

If I ever see another bowl
of that crap wobbling at me,

I'm gonna puke.
Where you're going,
they serve a lot of Jell-O.

Stand up.
You're under arrest

for the rape
of Leslie Russo.

You have the right
to remain silent.

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

Leslie Russo's statement?
This is the only evidence
we have of rape?

That, and her
original accusation.

Made to her hoodlum
brothers a week after
the alleged incident?

Are we back to
disbelieving the victim?

There's nothing wrong
with a little
healthy skepticism

when the victim
is an institutionalized
schizophrenic.

That's just the point.
She's incapable of
consent. Rape one.

What I'm talking about is

whether the rape
is a figment of
her imagination.

Who is this
spiritual advisor
she confided in?

I talked to
her therapist.

Apparently,
he's part of her
delusional system.

I'm sorry, Jamie.
This is in no shape
for a grand jury.

Harding's co-worker
at Park West implicated
him pretty strongly.

Sex in the physical
therapy room was
Harding's signature.

You're using a rape
you can't prove
Harding committed

to bootstrap a rape
you're not even sure
happened.

Two jobs,
two helpless victims.

It's not a
coincidence.

Harding wasn't even
working at Park West

when the Singer
woman was raped.

So maybe he snuck back
into the facility.

Or maybe the timeline
got screwed up.

Well, find out
before we dig ourselves
a hole we can't climb out of.

Good morning!

The HMO I'm contracted with
sent me to Park West.

My only patient there
is Wendy Singer.

When
was the last time
you examined her?

Just last week.

It's a high-risk pregnancy,
so I try to see her
every 10 days or so.

She was doing remarkably
well, considering.

Can you tell
when she conceived?

Hmm. It's difficult
to pinpoint conception
even in a healthy woman.

Her mother said
she missed her
first cycle in June.

Six months?

Well, that would
be consistent with
my physical examination.

Is there a way
to tell for sure?

Well,
I ordered an ultrasound
last time I was there.

Can I take a look?

Without a release
from her parents?

I can go back downtown
and get a court order.

If all you want to see
is the sonogram,

I guess the fetus
won't object.

Ah!

There's a view of
the head. Let's see.

Biparietal diameter
is about seven centimeters.

Thirty weeks.

Seven months.

You saw
the sonogram?

Your grandchild is
due in two months.

Mrs. Singer, you
told the doctors

your daughter missed
her period in June.

The police based their
investigation on that.

Is it possible
you made a mistake?

When she missed
her period in May,
I didn't say anything.

I thought
it was because
of her condition.

So you kept her
pregnancy a secret?

You have to
understand, Ms. Ross,
I struggled with this.

My daughter wanted a baby
more than anything.

I thought if I
said something,

they might give
Wendy an abortion.

Any idea
who did this to her?

I just assumed
it was Chris Ryan.

The one who quit
rather than give
his blood.

How about George Harding?

You ever notice him
paying special attention
to your daughter?

He took care of Wendy.

But not what you mean.

Think about it,
Mrs. Singer.

The police ruled him out
because of the information
you gave them.

It couldn't be George.

I remember
saying to him
after the accident,

it was a blessing in disguise
that Wendy miscarried.

The doctors said
that carrying a child
would probably kill her.

I just hope
they're wrong.

A crazy woman,
a coma patient.

Two defenseless victims,
not one viable case
between them.

We have
a circumstantial case
against George Harding.

Turns out the Singer woman
misstated the date of
her daughter's rape.

Why should she do that?

She didn't want to terminate
her daughter's pregnancy
so she kept it hidden.

Yeah. This'll sell
papers for weeks.

"Rape victim
has coma baby."

The parents had
a hard choice.

Wendy Singer will
never get better.

This baby's
their only link
to their daughter.

If the baby
is that important
to them,

they may be reluctant
to cooperate.

We don't need them.
We have the sonogram

to pinpoint
the onset of pregnancy.

The proof of rape
is self-evident.

You can't say the same
for the Russo girl.

Tie it up in a package.

Make Harding an offer
if he'll plead to both cases.

You'll get an indictment.
You'll never get
a conviction.

Mr. Harding left
a trail of helpless victims.

I'm counting heavily
on the pariah factor.

It has shock value.
That's about all.

And 25 years
worth of exposure.

Twenty-five years?

Once we get a DNA
sample from Wendy Singer.

If your client
wants to make a deal,
now's the time.

Two for the price of one?

If he pleads to both.

Break it down to
sex abuse. City time.

First-degree rape.
Ten-to-20 concurrent.

That's a nice
bargaining position.
What's the real offer?

I don't haggle
with rapists.

Have a nice day,
Mr. McCoy.

Who do we present first
to the grand jury?
Singer or Russo?

Russo. At least
we've got a victim
who can testify.

That's a matter
of interpretation.

Skoda examined Russo.

He thinks
she can carry the ball
in front of a grand jury.

I read his report.
He hedged his bets.

So we're back
to Wendy Singer and
proving paternity?

You want to wait
and get DNA
from her baby?

Harding will be
long gone.

If Wendy Singer
had an amniocentesis,

there might be a DNA sample
right in her file.

You call her doctor.

I'll get Russo in front
of the grand jury.

Ms. Russo,

could you tell us
what happened to you

in the physical therapy room
at York Psychiatric Hospital?

You want me to tell you
about the sex thing?

Yes.

And this is all
being written down?

The stenographer
is taking down
what we say, yes.

So I can't lie.

If I lie, all these people
will be angry with me.

You already took an oath
to tell the truth.

You said you understood
what that means.

The whole truth,
so help me God,

or it goes down on
my permanent record.

Did you have
a sexual encounter
in the blue room

with George Harding?

Roger said
there was nothing
wrong with doing it.

Who is Roger?

My sexual encounter.
He's on D ward.

He says he can
smell me from up there.

Ms. Russo.

Did you tell the police

that you had
sexual intercourse
with George Harding,

an orderly
at the hospital?

I don't think
I said that,

but if I did say that,
I didn't mean to say that.

But is it true?

Leslie?

It was true,

but now it's not.

So you lied to the police?

There was no Bible,
or any other religious icons.

My spiritual advisor
says if you say
what's in your head,

it cleanses
your brain.

So you can't put that
on my permanent record.

Maybe I should
get a good lawyer.

You won't be
in any trouble, Roger.

They just need
to know the truth
about you and Leslie.

I've been here three
years. Guy like me's
gonna get horny, right?

So, you did have
sex with Leslie?

Yeah.

Yeah. A few times.

Where did you and Leslie go?

PT, mostly.
At night, when
nobody was around.

The blue room?

Yeah.

Yeah. We call it that.

How did you get in?

George Harding
gave me the key.

He made me pay him
10 bucks for it.

Recommend to
the assigned A.D.A.

two counts of assault
against the Russo brothers.

If Harding didn't
rape Leslie Russo,

why did he want
to plead to it?

To cover the one
he did commit?

Wendy Singer?

How'd you make out
with her OB/GYN?

She confirmed that
Wendy had an amnio.

She won't give me
the records without
a release from the Singers.

Let's get one.

The only way
we can prove our case
against George Harding

is with a DNA match.

We need your permission
to get the results

of your daughter's
amniocentesis.

But I'm sure
George isn't the one.

Well, then the records
will exonerate him.

We'd prefer
not to find out
who the father is.

You don't want to know
who raped your daughter?

We're putting that part
behind us now, Ms. Ross.

For all we know,

the man can put
some kind of paternity
claim on the baby.

If we don't identify
this man, Mrs. Singer,

he may assault
other innocent victims.

All we need are the records
to prove our case.

You already saw the sonogram
without our permission.

We talked to a lawyer.
He said you're
invading our privacy.

We don't have
to consent.

The records we
are requesting are
critical, Your Honor.

We've already obtained
a court-ordered DNA sample
from George Harding.

Wendy Singer's test results
will allow us to determine
if he fathered the child.

The Singers don't
want to know who
fathered the child.

I can't understand
that, Mr. Baum.

Well, they don't care
to dwell on how their
daughter became pregnant.

As far as they're concerned,
it's a matter of
divine intervention.

They can believe
whatever they want.

We still have
a rapist to prosecute.

We need the DNA
to prove our case.

That's not
my clients' problem.
It's a matter of privacy.

They don't have to
divulge their daughter's
medical file to the State.

Your Honor, the Singers'
right to privacy is
outweighed by public interest.

There's a dangerous
sex offender
on the street.

George Harding's
in jail.
Not for long.

If we don't get these
records immediately,

we can't obtain a timely
indictment. He'll have
to be released.

That's a point.

I have to balance
all of these facts.

I respect the Singers' desire
to keep the government out
of their personal business.

But in this case,

the State's interest
in obtaining these records

is extremely compelling.

I'm ordering the results
of Wendy Singer's
amniocentesis be disclosed.

The DNA results
came back
from Lifecodes.

Based on
the RFLP analysis,
Harding's the father.

When can I put this
in the win column?

It's set for
the A.M. grand jury.

Wendy Singer had
an emergency cesarean.

She died on
the operating table.

And the baby?

A girl.
Five weeks premature.

She was rushed to
a pediatric ICU.

Send
a letter of condolence
to the Singer family.

Then amend the complaint
against Harding to
include a murder charge.

Felony murder
won't fly.

Death didn't occur "in
furtherance of the crime or
immediate flight therefrom."

Harding's rape
got her pregnant.

Her pregnancy
caused her death.

But how can we argue
that that's what
Harding intended?

Leaves us with
depraved indifference.

No problem showing that
Harding knew he ran the risk
of getting her pregnant.

After that,
it's a push.

Unless he knew
the risks of a pregnancy.

Wendy's doctor
told Mrs. Singer

that the miscarriage
after the accident
was a blessing in disguise.

She said she told Harding.

Notify Harding's lawyer
we're amending the charge.

Murder two?

I knew you were tough.
I didn't know
you were vindictive.

Is this because
the Russo case
fell through?

No. When Mr. Harding raped
Wendy Singer, he killed her.

The charge is
proportional to the harm.

There is your sense
of justice, Mr. McCoy,

and then
there's the law.

The law says that if
he acted with disregard
to the risk,

he can be charged
with the consequences.

Risk requires
foreseeability.

How could he
possibly foresee
she'd get pregnant,

go into premature labor,
and die in childbirth?

He's a trained
health care professional.
He raped an infirm woman.

Your client
took his chances.

My client
changes bed pans.
The jury won't buy it.

They will
when they hear
from Mrs. Singer.

She told Mr. Harding
how dangerous it would be

for Wendy to carry
a child to term.

She'll testify to
their conversation.

If that's
your best evidence,
we'll take our chances.

We need you to testify
to what you told me
during our investigation,

that you told Harding
how risky it would be
for Wendy to carry a child.

Did I say that?
I really don't remember.

It was the first
time I was here.

You told me
the doctors said
how fortunate it was

that Wendy had miscarried
after the accident.
I recall that part.

That it was
a blessing in disguise.

Yes, but I can't remember
telling Mr. Harding.

How can I testify?

This is very important
to our case, Mrs. Singer.

We told you before,
Ms. Ross. We're tired
of all this.

Wendy is dead.

Just... Just
leave us out of it.

Uh-oh. I know that look.

It's the Harding case.

I need you to dig up
everything you can
on his finances.

Bank accounts,
credit card bills...

We got his blood.
We got the kid's DNA.

I thought this was a gimme.

Just get me the records.

Harding's financials.

You going to
challenge his right to
a court-appointed lawyer?

Mrs. Singer did a 180
on her conversation
with Harding.

Now she doesn't remember
telling him about the risks
of Wendy's pregnancy.

How will Harding's
bank account jog her memory?

The week after
Wendy Singer was raped,

Harding put a down payment
on a Harley-Davidson Softail.

Nice bike.

And a few days after
Mrs. Singer reported
her daughter pregnant,

Harding bought a 46-inch
projection television.

They paid him, Jack.
They paid him to
impregnate their daughter.

It explains why
she stonewalled me.

And why they wouldn't
release the amnio.

She's covering
for Harding.

He's a cooperative guy.

Maybe he'll cooperate with us.

The Singers lost two things
in that car crash.

They lost their
daughter Wendy,

and they also lost
the child she was
carrying.

It's a sad story.
What's it got to do
with my client?

It's a story
Mr. Harding's
heard before.

No, I don't know
what the hell
you're talking about.

Then I'll finish it
for you.

In their sorrow
and desperation,

the Singers made
a deal with the devil.

They paid Mr. Harding
to father a grandchild.

You raped Wendy Singer,
you bought a motorcycle.

When she became pregnant,
you bought a television.

That's quite
a scenario.

I think we're done here.

Fine.

I'll try you as a sex fiend
who rapes unconscious women.

We can splash it
all over the papers.
I'm not like that.

I'm willing
to entertain
that possibility.

Come on, George.

Wait.

It was
the mother's idea.

She paid me.

$3,000 up front,

and $2,000 more
if I did the job.

You want him to testify
to that, you'll have to
drop the murder count.

I'll think about it.

So she paid him to be
with her comatose daughter.

To impregnate her.

The 20th century
is passing me by.

Two parties in cahoots
to make a baby

and a victim
who's not cognizant.

Is this a case we
need to prosecute?

Harding raped
a comatose woman
for profit.

I won't make
a deal with him.
How about the mother?

She sold
her own daughter
to a stranger.

She acted out of despair.
Harding acted out of greed.

Harding was just fulfilling
the mother's wishes.

Instead of protecting
her daughter,

she turned her into
a baby machine.

This can go
back and forth all night.
How do we make it go away?

We've got Harding
dead-to-rights
on the rape charge.

The murder is
a little trickier.

If we charge Harding
with murder,

we need Mrs. Singer to testify
she told him the risks
of Wendy's pregnancy.

If we charge Mrs. Singer
with murder, or even as
an accomplice to the rape,

we need Harding to
testify she paid him.

Two snakes eating
each other's tails.

Pry one of them loose.

No irregularities
in the Singers'
bank accounts or IRA.

You think Harding lied?
I'm hoping he did.

We're gonna have to make
a deal with one of them
to implicate the other.

Well, Mrs. Singer isn't
inspiring too much pity
on my part.

It's the ultimate
betrayal, Jack.

Wendy Singer was helpless.
Her mother was supposed
to protect her.

And Harding? He took
the money, he pushed
Wendy's IV aside,

he removed her catheter
and climbed on top of her.

That's monstrous.

Look at this.

An appraisal
to Mr. Harry Singer
from Fulton Coin and Stamp.

US commemorative
sheets, $6,200.

And it's dated April.

The same month
Wendy Singer
was impregnated.

Mrs. Singer financed
her daughter's rape

with her husband's
stamp collection.

I wonder if he knows.

Why do you care
about my stamps?

You didn't deposit
any of the proceeds.

Greta used it
to pay the doctor,

the neurologist who
came to look at Wendy.

Do you remember
his name?

Dr. Ashburn.

I didn't really want
to hire the man.

Had to pay
to fly him in
from Chicago.

Greta said
he worked wonders
with coma patients

at his hospital.

Just as well have
thrown the money
out the window.

Your daughter was never
examined by a doctor
named Ashburn.

Well, I'm sure
of the name.

Greta kept saying
Dr. Ashburn was
Wendy's last chance.

Why you asking me
all these questions?

There's no good way
to say this, sir,

but your wife
used the money
for another purpose.

She paid George Harding
to father Wendy's child.

That couldn't be.

What kind of a doctor
do you pay in cash?

Is my wife
in trouble?

Yes.

We could prosecute her
together with Mr. Harding.

Tell them, Greta.

The money was for
the neurologist!

Do you have
a receipt?

No.

How about the doctor's
phone number?

We can call him
and put this to rest
right now.

It's like they say.

You gave that
money to Harding.

Harry, stop.

Tell them, Greta.

We have our
granddaughter now.

Let's put an end
to the lies.

I want the truth,
Mrs. Singer.

You paid him to
rape your daughter.

It wasn't rape.
You had no right
to allow it.

If I tell you,
will I go to jail?

No promises.

Then I can't let her
talk to you.

If she doesn't
cooperate, I'll make
a deal with Harding.

Well, then it's
off the record.

You want it under oath,
it'll cost you
a no-jail plea offer.

Go ahead, Mrs. Singer.

You have to understand,
Mr. McCoy.

Wendy called us
the day she found out
she and John were expecting.

That baby was all
I could think about.

Then one night,
we got a phone call.

John was killed.

That was when
Wendy lost the baby.

Harry stopped going
to the hospital.

I just couldn't
see her like that.

I cried
all the time.

I had daydreams
Wendy was fine.

We were in the park,
with a stroller,

everyone saying,
"What an adorable baby."

What about Harding?

I used to watch him
bathe Wendy,

and I finally
got up the nerve

to ask him.

To ask him what?

To...

To make a baby
with Wendy.

And he agreed?
If I paid him.

I wouldn't at first.

But then he said
how Wendy's life
was just going to waste.

He was right.

So, yes, I gave him
the money.

I know
you don't believe this,
but I loved my daughter.

Then you should have
taken better care of her.

I did.

I did!

It was God that
didn't take care of her.

God took Wendy and John.
God took our baby.

And God owed me
a grandchild, Mr. McCoy.

God owed me!

Greta Singer
told us everything.

We're going to
make a deal with her
to testify against you.

How can you make
a deal with her?
The whole thing was her idea.

You could have
said no.

This is
mind-boggling.

You want to hold my client
to a higher standard than
Wendy Singer's own mother.

Your client raped
a comatose woman

for a motorcycle
and a television.

Mrs. Singer was
driven by her grief
and her despair.

So make her a saint.
I'm the one who
did her a favor.

She came to me, all right.
All crying and everything.

I told her "Forget it,"
about 10 times.
The lady wore me down.

You were able to
penetrate her daughter.

It can't have been
that repulsive to you.

I felt sorry
for her, you know?

I mean, what
was I gonna do?

Harding is a predator. I don't
buy his Good Samaritan
routine for one second.

Mrs. Singer's
the one who lied to us
every chance she got.

What she did
was reprehensible.

As a prosecutor,
I can't excuse it.

As a human being,
I feel pity.

Haven't we been
here before?

There's no damn
solution, Adam.

I still can't make out murder
against either one of them

unless I cut a deal
with the other.

Greta Singer won't
testify against Harding
unless she gets a walk.

I can console myself
with the vague notion

that Mrs. Singer's conduct
was excused by her grief.

Grief? She's a
narcissistic monster.

Harding does
25-to-life.

Fifteen.

What if you lose?

I won't lose
the rape count.

Either way,
Mrs. Singer does zero.

She lives
happily ever after
with her granddaughter.

Maybe not happily.

It's too high
a price, Jack.

I don't like
the alternative.

Solomon said, "Divide
the child in half."

You plead to rape one.
Four-to-eight.

How could I rape
my own daughter?

You solicited Mr. Harding
and you provided access.

You're an accomplice.

You might just as well
have held her down.

What about
Mr. Harding?

He's going away
for rape, also.

And the murder?

We're dropping
the murder charge

against your client
and Mr. Harding.

It's the deal
of the century.

With all
that's happened,

what good will this do?

Mr. Singer.

Your wife and Mr. Harding
plunged into a moral quagmire

that the law can
only begin to address.

Maybe they'll both
drown in it.

From Greta Singer's lawyer.
She's accepting the offer.

What's wrong, Jack?

The Singers' granddaughter,

Harding's parents
are petitioning for custody.

The parents of the man
who raped her?

I pity the judge
who has to make
that call.

I'll save my pity
for that baby,

no matter where
she ends up.