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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.

Honey, come to bed.
We have to get up early.

Shh! In a minute.

Help! Help!

Leave me alone!
Get away from me!

Found this gold
chain right here, broken.

Probably what caused
the ligature marks
on her neck.

Lucky for her it broke.

So what did
the paramedics say
about her chances?

I wasn't here
when they took her out.

You could call the hospital.
They took her
to Hudson Terrace.

All I heard was her shouting
for somebody to leave
her alone,

then she comes crashing
down the stairs.

I come right out,
and I don't see anybody
up there.

How do I know
it wasn't you?

My wife was with me.
She's inside,
you can ask her.

I will.
You hear anything?

All I heard was an army
of cops, and paramedics
invading my building.

Thanks for your help.

Did she have a husband?
A boyfriend?

Not that I know of.

Do you know of anybody
else in the building

who might
want to throw her
down the stairs?

It's a small building.
I got six units.

Three of 'em got
old ladies in 'em,

one's the guy you just
talked to, and one's mine.

Anybody with you tonight?

Yeah, the shrew I married.

Now, if I was gonna toss
anybody down the stairs...

Yeah. Yeah.
This is Mr. Golavski,
he owns the building.

He's bending over
backwards to cooperate.

Victim's in surgery,
it'll be a while till
we can talk to her.

Can you let us
into her apartment?

Yeah. Sure.

How would somebody
get into this building?

With a key,
or if somebody
buzzed them in.

This guy here was
Johnny-on-the-spot.
He didn't see anybody.

So how did
the assailant get out?

The roof door's unlocked.

You can only
get out that door.

You wanna get back in,
you gotta have a key.

So all we have to do
is find the invisible man,

and see if he's got
roof tar on his shoes.

This her?
Yeah.

Woman who looks like this
usually has a boyfriend.

What would I know?
She just moved in
a couple weeks ago.

She work?

I don't rent to deadbeats.

She's a nurse,
St. Mark's Hospital.

Where'd she live before?

I don't know.

You could
check her application.

She didn't fill one out.

Oh! How much
did she grease you?

I own the building.
I can run it how I want.

You wanna know where
she was before, ask her.

I will, if she lives.

Close the door
when you leave.

Lennie, e-mail.

They're all signed
"Giovanni."

Phone sex has been
replaced by e-mail sex?
Who knew?

People don't usually
print out their e-mail.

Is she out of danger yet?

Doctors say they won't know
till the swelling goes down.

The dates run
from last March
to a few weeks ago.

Do we have any idea
who Giovanni is?

Well, she lodged complaints
with her online company
when the e-mail started.

They say they're trying
to track him down,
but no luck.

She's changed her e-mail
address half a dozen times.

The messages
just keep coming.

"Slip into your
blue satin nightgown

"and wait for me on your new
queen-sized Sleepeze mattress.

"Does it squeak
when your naked hips

"bounce up and down
on it while you're..." Ooh!

There's a blue satin
nightgown in her closet,

and her mattress is
a Sleepeze.

He knows what kind
of toothpaste she uses,
soap, floor wax, you name it.

Yeah, and he's thought up
new uses for all of them.

It just gets more
and more intense
as it goes.

Any real threats,
like "I'm coming to
push you down the stairs"?

No.

Let's find out
who he is anyway.

Changing her
e-mail address
didn't do any good,

but it wasn't until
she started getting

phone calls that she
moved the first time.

The first time?

She keeps having to move,
and the guy keeps
finding her.

You know what he said
in his phone calls?

He told her to stop
trying to avoid him,
or he'd kill her.

I told her to
go to the police.

And did she?

They said there was
nothing they could do.

We put her on
the day shift

so she wouldn't
have to be out
at night.

She moved again,
he found her again.

He threatened to come here,
and take out as many
people as he could.

When was that?

About two weeks ago.

Did he ever show up?

Well, nobody
shot up the place yet.

The administration took
some new security precautions.

Maybe he got scared off.

She have any idea
who he is?

Poor Andrea.

Having to look over your
shoulder all the time,

that's no way to live.

No, I don't know
a damn thing about her.

She wouldn't even
leave a forwarding address
when she moved out of here.

What'd you do with
her security deposit?

Put my kid through Harvard.

So how long
was she here?

Three or four months.

Here's her mail
I couldn't forward.

The security
deposit's on top.

Anything else?
Maybe later.

Hey, check
the return address.

"Detective Lloyd Fraker,
NYPD, 31st precinct."

He tried to kill her.
Man! She okay?

Don't know yet.

So I guess that guy
at Rikers got out.

At least you know
who to hang it on, right?

What guy at Rikers?

We talking
about the same thing?

Andrea Blake,
cyber-stalker, inmate.

We're with you
on the first two.

Okay, she comes by
a while ago,

shows me a stack
of e-mail from some
creep who calls himself

Casanova, or Don Juan,
or something like that.

She got this letter
that really spooked
the hell out of her.

What letter?

Told her I was sorry,
there was nothing
I could do.

What did you
write to her about?

I was just following up,
seeing if she had any
new info.

"This is to inform you
that Peter Morgan,
an inmate at Rikers Island,

"filed a request with
the Board of Elections
for your current address.

"The Freedom of Information
Act requires that we comply
with such requests.

"Accordingly,
we have provided Mr. Morgan
with your address."

Is this a great country
or what?

Did you talk to this
guy at Rikers? Morgan?

Hey, I got a load
of real cases.

I told her she might want
to think about moving again,

and this time,
don't register to vote.

What about it?

Why did you
want Andrea Blake's
current address?

Guy named Lowery asked me
to sign some letter
he'd written.

This looks like it.

You're an accommodating
fellow, aren't you?

For a carton
of cigarettes
in this hellhole,

I'd accommodate Mike Tyson.

Is Lowery still here?

Got out early last week.

So why'd
he want her address?

I didn't ask him,
'cause I didn't care.

Hi. Can you tell us
where Russell Lowery is?

If you'll settle for a guess,
the Night Crawler.

It's a bar
down the street,
toward Amsterdam.

You can't miss it.

Oh, when you find him,
could you send him back
wherever he came from?

Why is that?

I went out
with him once.

The man's an octopus with,
like, zero grasp of what
"no" means.

Now he won't
leave me alone.

You know off-hand
if he owns a computer?

He used to.
He put a notice up
downstairs trying to sell it.

You know why
he wanted to
get rid of it?

Said he was gonna be gone
for a while. Some cruise.

Yeah, around
Rikers Island.

Sometimes
when you meet a woman,
you just know immediately.

It's karma, fate, destiny.

Far as we can tell,
it's pretty much
every woman you see.

I like
to spread my bounty.

Andrea Blake.

Karma. We met at a bar,
we clicked.

When was that?

I don't know.
Three, four months ago.

Someplace on Eighth Avenue,
I don't remember the name.

She gave me her number.

Then why did you need the
Freedom of Information Act

to track her down?

Wrong number.

She must've accidentally
transposed some of
the digits.

Yeah. Being with you
probably made her dizzy.

I have that
effect on women.

It's a gift.

So why did you have
somebody else
sign the letter?

Pete. I felt sorry for him.

I figured this was a way
I could slip him some smokes

without hurting
his pride, you know?

You ever live in the same
building as Andrea Blake?

No. I'd have noticed her.

You got a job?

Used to.

Free Radicals.
It's this club
teenagers go to,

slam into each other.
They call it dancing.

I stamped their
hands when they went in.
Got fired when I got busted.

How about before that?

Before that,
I was living
in Pennsylvania.

So what'd you
do about Andrea Blake
when you got out of Rikers?

You went
to the address you got
from the Board of Elections?

I was going to,
but I met somebody else.

Really? You went to all
that trouble to find her,
then you just dropped it?

I have a very
short attention span.

There, it's in the e-mail.

"I like to spread my bounty,
and that's not all I like
to spread."

Know a judge who'll issue
a search warrant based
on this?

Well, that's why
we called you.

We want
to hang onto him
while we investigate.

What makes you think
it's him?

Well, he went to
a lot of trouble to
track down the victim,

and he recently
got rid of his computer.

But the guy who bought it
installed an eight-gig
hard drive,

threw out the old one.
No way to trace
what Lowery did.

It's not a crime
to sell a computer.

What was Lowery in Rikers for?

Raging hormones.

He grabbed
a woman on Riverside.

Wouldn't let go of her arm
while he told her what he
wanted to do to her.

Well, the judge
released him conditionally.

If he screws up,
he goes back to Rikers.

This woman who lives
in his building?

What, the one who
called him the octopus?

If you can
get her to make
a harassment complaint...

She seemed
pretty interested
in getting rid of him.

Probably won't hold,
but it's worth a try.

Van Buren.

Okay, thanks.
My men are on their way.

The victim's awake.
Take Lowery's
mug shot with you.

I went out to throw
my garbage down
the chute,

and somebody
grabbed me from behind.

We didn't find
any garbage.

I'm sorry, I...

It was after
I dumped the garbage,

and I was on my way
back to my apartment.

Did he say anything?

I don't remember
the exact words.

He said that
he was Giovanni.

See,
last year I started
getting this e-mail...

We found it.

Anyway, he started saying
what he was going to do to me,

like in the e-mail.

And I screamed,
and I struggled,
and I shouted, and...

Anyway, I guess he got mad,
and he threw me down
the stairs.

How do you think Giovanni
knew all about you?

What soap you use,
stuff like that?

I don't know.

It's like somebody
was watching me
all the time.

And you don't know
what it's like.

You don't know
who it is like,

is it a neighbor, is it
somebody you work with?

This guy says he met you
in a bar on Eighth Avenue
a few months ago.

I don't go to bars.

Not ever?

I don't like the atmosphere.
Why go?

You make it sound like my
daughter did something wrong.

No, no.
We have to check.

How can
this be Giovanni?

I don't know this man,
how can he know
so much about me?

Okay, if it's not him,
who's your candidate?

You have no idea how much
time I have spent on this,

and the only name that I have
ever been able to come up with

was Louis Dutton.

Who is he?

He lived in my building

where I was when the e-mail
first started.

Why him?

I would be
at the supermarket,

and he'd be there.

I would be at
the dry cleaner,

and he would be in line
right behind me.

Did you tell
Detective Fraker about him?

He said that
he would look into it,

but I never
heard anything.

I mean, first the e-mail,
and now the phone calls,

and now he tries to kill me.
Please help me.

Please make him stop!

Let me know if we
can reciprocate.
Thanks.

Philadelphia PD says
Lowery was incarcerated

at the
Rawling Correctional
Facility in Brownsville

from January
to September
of last year.

What for?
Computer fraud.

He was hacking into
people's bank accounts,
and helping himself.

So he knows
how to send e-mail.

Cons got computers?

The officer
I spoke to didn't know,
but said he doubted it.

Rawling is a private
prison run for profit.

What'd you do with Lowery?

He's back at Rikers
on a harassment complaint
from one of his neighbors.

Any other suspects?
One.

Louis Dutton. No record.

Find out if we want
to change that.

Louis Dutton?
Yeah.

We're investigating
a complaint.

Where were you two nights ago
around 1:00 a.m.?

First, unless you can connect
me with the objective
of your investigation,

you have no right to
question my whereabouts.

Oh, good,
a constitutional scholar.
Do you know Andrea Blake?

And second,
I'm under no obligation

to answer your questions
under any circumstances.

Maybe he'd like
to repeat all this
down at the precinct.

Third, I'm not going
anywhere with you

unless you arrest me,
and I'm waiting to hear
what the charge would be.

That's a nice camera
you got in there.

What size lens is that,
500 millimeter?

And a scenic view.

Yeah.
You get a nice close-up
of the pigeon crap

on the windowsill
across the way.

Or the person who lives
in that apartment.

You're wasting my time.

And here's a tip,
you're wasting yours, too.

Yeah,
I remember Andrea Blake.

Nice lady, friendly,
good tipper.

Which apartment she live in?
Sebastian.

7H.

7H? Would that
be across the airshaft
from Louis Dutton in 7B?

Yeah.
Who's in there now?

A 19-year-old girl
from Toadsuck, Arkansas,

who thinks she's gonna be
the new Betty Buckley.

Yeah, I'm not
making that up.
Toadsuck, Arkansas.

You know if Dutton
has his own
darkroom equipment?

I don't know.
He gets a lot of mail
from a photo lab.

Yeah. You remember
the name of the place?

Sure. Imagine Photo Lab.
I think it's on
Third Avenue.

Who processes these?
The guys in the back.

Didn't anybody think
to notify the police?

I know it looks like he's
invading people's privacy...

Looks like?

These people
obviously have no idea
they're being photographed.

Nude women
in their own apartments,
shots up women's dresses.

No, no.
He always sends signed
releases with the film.

We keep 'em on file.

Did you ever
notice the handwriting's the
same on all these signatures?

What does he
do with these?

Look up this address

on the net.

This guy takes
pictures of naked women.

They don't know he's
doing it, and this is
what he does with them?

He puts himself
in the pictures,
and has virtual sex.

Is that him?
Yeah.

He should keep
his clothes on.

Candid Camera
for the '90s?

Louis Dutton's website.

Baronmuchhumpin.com.

Who's the girl?

The new Betty Buckley.

That's the apartment
Andrea Blake lived in
when the e-mail started.

Dutton live there
at the time?
Yep.

In this one picture,
I can see a box
of Wheaties,

a can of Pledge,
a Dominos pizza box.

Yeah. You look through
that window long enough,

you'll see
everything she owns, and
every brand name she uses.

Mmm. Get a search warrant.

And tell the new
Betty Buckley to
close her blinds.

We're seizing
your computer, your camera,

and 16
rolls of exposed,
but unprocessed film.

This is
a clear violation of
the Fourth Amendment.

Yeah. Well, the judge
didn't think so.

Rey. You got
a lot of pictures
of Andrea Blake here.

But she's got her clothes
on in all of them.

Must've been quite
a disappointment, huh?

And we're arresting you.

Now, I know
you're a stickler, so,

violation of penal law
235.21, and 240.20 sub 7,

that's disseminating
indecent material
to minors,

and creating a physically
offensive condition
by any act

which serves no
legitimate purpose.

240.20 sub 7 is
unconstitutionally vague,

and will never
survive an appeal.

You probably
already know you have
the right to remain silent.

Why don't you use it?

The last I heard,
bad taste is not a crime.

If it was, Louis here
would be facing life.

It's bad enough
I have to listen to these
Neanderthals denigrate my art,

don't you do it, too.

Bouncing breasts are art?

Troglodyte.

Where were you at
1:00 a.m. last Saturday?

What does that have
to do with the charge?

We're investigating him
for attempted murder.

They're railroading me.

They're desperate
to shut down my website.

Don't say anything.

Give me some details.

Well, somebody
shoved Andrea Blake
down a flight of stairs.

Where were you
last Saturday night?

Does the name Giovanni
mean anything to you?

You have no right to
pry into any area of
my life.

Look, we have
your computer.

If there's any evidence
on the hard drive,
we're gonna find it.

Evidence of what?
I have no idea what
you're talking about.

You're fishing.
End of discussion.

You can make bail
after the arraignment.
And keep your mouth shut.

Mr. Sanchez is leaving.

Mr. Dutton will be
enjoying our hospitality.

Maybe we could
take a picture of Dutton

over to Miss Blake's
current address.

See if anybody
noticed him
hanging around.

Is there one of him
with his clothes on?

I vote for a mug shot.

You ever see this guy
hanging around?

If I say
I've seen him,
will you leave me

and my building
out of this mess?

You're a real ray of
sunshine, aren't you?

You guys have brought me
nothing but trouble.

Now I got to fumigate.
I never seen so many
cockroaches.

Well, you run a roach motel,
that's your problem.

You seen this guy or not?

I run a clean building.

It's that girl,
that Andrea Blake.

It's her
stinking, rotten garbage
sitting there the whole time

with the heat on
while she was gone.

She's back?

Her and her roach colony.

I never seen this guy.

She told us
she took her garbage out.

I don't understand why
you had me come down here.

You're just asking me more
questions about Louis Dutton.

We're trying
to find out if he's
linked to the e-mail

you say somebody sent you.

I say?

What's this all about?

Well, you told us
you took out the garbage

the night you
were attacked, right?

Um... I took out
half of it.

There's only
one trash can
in your kitchen.

You let your
garbage pile up?

Sometimes.

Your place is so clean
you could eat off the floor.

Miss Blake,
you're a nurse, right?

So you know about
people coming in

with phony ailments,
looking for attention.

Oh, God,
you don't believe me.

We get the same
thing sometimes.

People making up stories
about being victimized,

confessing to crimes
they didn't commit,

saying they witnessed
an incident they didn't.

This is a nightmare.
He is real.

He tormented me with the
phone calls and the e-mail.

He tried to kill me.
You have to listen.

Miss Blake, there's
absolutely no evidence

that anybody pushed
you down those stairs.

Now, we think
you started getting
e-mail that scared you.

You went to the police,

they told you they couldn't
do anything until there
was a crime committed,

so you faked a crime.

He's real.

You threw yourself down
those stairs, didn't you?

He is out there. Please!

Look, we really
do want to help you, but
you got to tell us the truth.

The truth is
he tried to kill me!
I am dead unless you help me!

And you don't even
believe that I need help.

We believe you
about the e-mail.

If it was Dutton,
he won't be doing it again.

He's going to kill me.

Look, these guys that hide
behind computer screens,

they usually
aren't even dangerous.

It's like
obscene phone calls.

Your guy'd probably
faint if he had to be
in the same room with you.

So she filed
a false police report.

Yeah. But we don't
want to charge her.

How do you want to
proceed on those other
charges against Dutton?

Should we spring him?
No. Leave him where he is.

What about
the other one,
Lowery? The octopus.

Oh, he's out.
The judge took one look at
our charge and released him.

Miss Ross?

The hospital where
Miss Blake works...

Thanks. I got a request from
their attorney for the
police report,

and the disposition
on the alleged attack.

Why?

She cost them
a lot of money
in added security.

If she made the story up,
they'll probably sue her
to recover their costs.

And fire her.

Would that surprise you?

What's the guy's name?
Her lawyer?

I'll take care of it. Thanks.

So I asked 'em,
"Was it the same old problem?"

They said,
"Yeah, he wanted to
have sex twice a day,

"she wanted to have it
twice a year."

So what'd you do?

I wrote 'em
a summons which said,

"You must
have sex once a week,
and only once a week."

And they bought it?

Yeah.
I'm the police!

Beaten and stabbed,
broken neck.

At least she can't say
"I told you so."

Ma'am, can you hear me?

He's on the fire escape!

Oh, my God!
He's coming in!

Ma'am, can you get out
of the apartment?

Please help me!
Get away from me!

What does she mean,
"The man in the picture"?

We showed her
Lowery's mug shot.

What about Dutton?

She knew him,
she would've just said,
"It's Dutton."

We checked
on him anyway.
He's still at Rikers.

This is all we have?

Let's get
a search warrant
for Lowery's apartment.

Try Judge Livingston,
he has lower standards.

How did you get this?

You got
nothing to connect me to
the murder, I didn't do it.

You better hope so,
'cause if I find out you did,

I'm gonna push
your face through
the back of your head.

You heard that.

Say what?
You'll have to speak up.

You'll see
I like classical music.

I'm particularly fond
of Mozart.

Hey, Lennie,
look at this, and this.

How many recordings of
Don Giovanni do you own?

All but two.
I don't think it's a crime.

Briscoe and Curtis
searched Lowery's
apartment.

They found
25 recordings
of Don Giovanni.

They deduced
he's an opera fan.

That's helpful.

Have you read the file?
Yeah.

Lowery was in
prison in Pennsylvania
when the e-mail started.

If he's Giovanni then
he must've had access
to an online computer.

Have they checked that out?
No.

How sure are they
about Lowery?

They dropped the ball,
somebody got killed.

They're sure,
and they want him.

Send them
to Pennsylvania.

Our philosophy is,
you keep 'em busy,
they won't make any trouble.

Lowery was one
of our best workers.

Doing what?

Well,
we have contracts
with several companies.

Lowery worked for Homebody.

What's Homebody?

It's a catalog company.

These men are taking
orders from customers.

Can they send e-mail
from these computers?

No. Only the supervisor.

I'm not a prisoner.
I work for Homebody.

We specialize in
mid-range home
furnishings.

Your callers know
they're talking
to prisoners?

Computers are set up
so the worker never sees
the information.

He's inputting
your credit card number,

but all he's seeing
is a row of X's.

I knew one con could
memorize 70 digits
from hearing 'em once.

We screen
them carefully
before we hire them.

Russell Lowery,
he an example of
your careful screening?

A hacker
who's in prison
for computer crime.

Russell Lowery?
Ring a bell?

Sure, I think I remember him.

You let him use
your computer,
didn't you?

How'd you work it?

Did he tell you that?
He's a liar.

He's a better liar
than you are.

I have the only key.
Nobody gets in here
but me.

I ordered
a desk for Katie
from Homebody last year.

I gave my name, address,
phone, and credit card
numbers to a convict?

Yeah.
The prisoners
make $350 an hour.

They get to
keep half of it.

The rest goes
into a victim's
restitution fund.

Now, we don't know
how much the prison
makes out of the contract,

nobody will tell us.

But we went back over
Andrea Blake's records.

Now, she ordered an end table
from Homebody, about a month
before the e-mail started.

She calls to order some
stuff, she gets Lowery.

She used to be
outgoing, friendly.

They chat,
she triggers
something in him.

Once he had her
credit card number,

he could find out anything
he wanted to know about her.

He logs
onto the Internet.

You let your
fingers do the stalking.

The databases give
him e-mail address,

social security number,
bank accounts, credit report,

everything she
ever ordered by phone.

Yeah.
But who orders toothpaste
and soap over the phone?

I mean, this guy knew
what brand of frozen
waffles she ate.

She had
a supermarket
discount card.

You mean every time they
scan my discount card
at the market...

Everything you buy goes
into their computer
under your name.

Even if they don't sell
the data to other companies,
a hacker can find it.

Like Lowery did.

We're getting
ahead of ourselves here.

We haven't tied him
to Andrea Blake.

The only way we can do
that is this supervisor

who says Lowery
never used his computer.

He was lying.

All right.

Let's see if we can prove
any of this.

Get a subpoena for Homebody's
Pennsylvania phone records,

and a subpoena
for this supervisor.

And arrest Russell Lowery.

Not guilty.

Your Honor,
the case against Mr. Lowery

is a figment of the
District Attorney's
imagination.

Then the trial should be
mercifully short, Counselor.

Miss Ross,
People on bail?

The People
request the defendant
be remanded without bail.

Your Honor, the prosecution's
entire case is based on my
client's love of opera.

Our case is,
he stalked and
killed the victim.

Given the seriousness of
the charge, bail is denied.

The defendant is remanded.
Next case.

"Docket
number 026797..."

I hope we have
more than Mozart
to take to trial.

The Brownsville D.A.
issue the subpoenas yet?

The prison's the big
employer in the area.

The D.A.'s
giving me the runaround.

I've got nothing
to threaten them with.

The catalog company's
based here. Threaten them.

This is up to
the local authorities
in Brownsville, Miss Ross.

And Mr. Wilson is
a free individual,

I can't force him
to do anything.

I'm sure you must
have some influence.

How do you think
the public would react

if they found out they were
giving their credit card
numbers to criminals?

Every precaution is taken.

The arrangement actually
benefits the customers

by keeping
the costs down.

And the prisoners
learn a marketable skill.

And you don't
care that your policies
have resulted in a murder?

No. I see no reason
to think that's true.

You may change your mind
when you're facing charges
of obstruction of justice.

If you think
you can make
that stick.

I don't think I can.

But I do know
how this will play out
on the Six O'Clock News.

I like talking to reporters.

They're so eager.

I'll bring your proposal to
the attention of my superiors.

Who makes
the best workers?
Murderers? Rapists?

Child molesters?

I told the police
I have the only key.

I can't help your case.
Why would you want me
to testify?

The police don't believe you.

Neither do I.

If you had given
your key to an inmate,

would you lose your job?

Of course I would.

So you're between a rock
and a hard place here,
aren't you?

I would be if I'd
given anybody the key.

Are you aware somebody
used your computer

to send obscene
and harassing e-mail

to a young woman who was
subsequently murdered?

That's what I was told.

Where were you on the
night of February 2nd?
That was a Friday.

At my cabin
in the Poconos.

Alone?

Yes.
Did anybody see you?

You're making it sound
like I killed her.

The phone records prove
the e-mail was sent
from your computer.

I guess so.

Well, if you're
the only one with
access to the computer,

then you must've sent
the e-mail.

I'm ready to
amend the indictment

against Mr. Lowery to
include you as an accomplice,
unless you tell me the truth.

Did Russell Lowery have
access to your computer
at Rawling prison?

Mr. Wilson?

Yeah.

Should we tell Homebody
Wilson's been siphoning
money from the company?

Lowery found evidence, and
used it to blackmail Wilson.

Poetic justice.

The defense is moving
to suppress the 911 tape.

Get away from me!

The victim,
in a state of panic,

is describing a man
breaking into her apartment.

She identifies the intruder
as "Giovanni."

And you're seeking
to introduce this
as an identification

of the defendant, Mr. Lowery?

Yes, sir.
Miss Blake had previously
seen Mr. Lowery's mug shot.

The police believed that
he was the Giovanni
who was stalking her.

So what if the police
believed it?

Miss Blake couldn't ID
the photo.

The police never told
Miss Blake the real name
of the man in the picture.

To her he was Giovanni.

So when she identified
her murderer by that name,

it was as if she had said,
"Russell Lowery
is killing me."

The problem is
the tape is hearsay.

This is
a clear exception
to the hearsay rule.

Her statements
are admissible as
excited utterances.

This does seem to
be an exception,
Mr. Minetti.

The victim had no
earthly reason to lie.

I see no bar to
admitting the tape.

Mr. McCoy is leaving out
one salient point, sir.

Two weeks
before she died,

Miss Blake fabricated
an attack on herself,

and told the police
that Giovanni did it.

Is that true, Mr. McCoy?

The police reports
are attached
to my papers, Judge.

She threw herself
down a flight of stairs?

And she destroyed her own
veracity by making
the false accusation.

The police concluded
that she was desperate.

No one would take
her plight seriously.

Everywhere
she turned for help,

she was sent away
with a pat on the head
and a "Don't worry about it."

But she falsely
accused Mr. Lowery?

She didn't know Mr. Lowery.

She accused Giovanni.

It was only later
that she was able
to link the two,

as she clearly did
on the 911 tape,

at a time when, as Your Honor
says, she had no earthly
reason to lie.

Unfortunately, Mr. McCoy,
the young woman is not here

to clarify
her state of mind.

All we know is,
she lied once,

so we can no longer
make a presumption
of credibility.

The tape
is inadmissible.

Thank you, Judge.

I don't understand.

It's a technicality,
Mrs. Blake.

The accused has the right
to cross-examine his accuser,

and in this case, he can't.

Do you hear yourself?

This person gets away
with killing my daughter
because he killed her.

They really brainwash you
people in law school,
don't they?

The protections
are there for everyone.

Sometimes
it makes it harder for
us to get a conviction.

Andrea worked with
Nurses Without Borders.

She worked
on her vacations,

she worked
to save children
all around the world.

But you don't give
a damn about that,
do you?

All you care
about is protecting
the so-called rights

of a maniac
who killed her.

Why didn't anybody
protect her rights?

We're not giving up,
Mrs. Blake.

If you can't use the
only evidence you have,

what exactly
are you planning to do?

I don't disagree with her.

Sometimes we're so intent
on a grain of sand,

we lose sight of the beach.

Without the 911 tape,
can you convince a jury

that Lowery was the man
coming through the window?

There was no skin
under her fingernails,

and nobody's blood
but hers at the scene.

Whatever he did with
his clothes and the knife,

the police
haven't found them.

We can prove he's Giovanni,
he's the cyber-stalker,
that's about it.

The tape
was the only
piece of evidence

which identified
Lowery as the killer.

Without the connection,
there is no case.

I hear some judge
threw out the tape.

We're waiting
for the other
shoe to drop.

Which is?

Motion to dismiss.
Which we're gonna lose.

The tape's out
'cause she lied
about the first attack?

Yes.

I don't think she lied.

I think
the guy pushed her
down the stairs.

Did it occur to you
to mention this sooner?

I didn't know there
was gonna be a problem.

Do you have anything besides
an opinion based on hindsight?

Twenty-eight
years' experience.

Why'd you change your mind?

You saw the crime scene
photos and you have to
ask me that?

We made a mistake
and she paid for it.

You understand
the implications?

Yeah, the defense
has a police report

that says
the opposite of
what I'm saying.

Minetti will tear you
to shreds on the stand,
I can't stop it.

I can make the case.

Under oath?

You set it up.
I'll be there.

We're indicting Lowery
for attempted murder.

For the incident
on the stairs?

I'm not sending Briscoe
to the lions without backup.

What about
the police report?

You heard the man.

The police made a mistake.

And there were injuries
other than the ones
from the fall.

Miss Blake's neck
was scratched, bleeding
from where she'd been choked.

Is there anything else to
support your conclusion,
Detective?

The gold necklace used to
choke her was totally mangled.

Now, if you were
gonna do that to yourself,

you'd use a piece
of cheap costume jewelry,

not something
that costs 300 bucks.

My goodness,
isn't this convenient
for the prosecution's case?

How am I supposed
to answer that?

Why don't you give us your
opinion, Detective Briscoe?

That seems to be
all you have to offer.

Can we have less sarcasm,
and more elucidation,
Mr. Minetti?

Detective Briscoe,
did you really
change your mind,

or did you,
in your zeal to
convict my client,

decide to commit perjury?

Your Honor.

I'd like to hear
the answer, Mr. McCoy.

I reinterpreted the evidence
based on subsequent events.

"Reinterpreted"?

Is that
the way you talk,
Detective Briscoe?

Have you been coached?

Your Honor, Detective Briscoe
approached the D.A.'s office,
he was not coached.

You're accusing
a police detective
of lying under oath,

and two
Assistant D.A.s
of suborning perjury.

Do you have anything
to back up your charges?

Yeah. His opinion.

All right. That'll do,
Detective Briscoe.

Move on, Mr. Minetti.

Detective Briscoe,
didn't the landlord state

that there was no way
for an intruder
to enter the building?

I went back to the building,
and rang several buzzers
at random.

An old lady buzzed me in.
She thought I was
the pizza she ordered.

Did she buzz anyone in
on the night of the
first incident? Did anybody?

Nobody admitted it.

So the answer to
that question is no.

The answer is, he got
in the building somehow.

No. Not if the attack
was faked.

Didn't Miss Blake acknowledge
by her behavior that she made
this story up?

No.

The official police
report says she did.
I quote,

"When he asked Miss Blake
if she made up the story,

"she burst into tears."

Who wouldn't?
She was terrified.

And there
we were accusing her
instead of helping her.

By "we,"
you mean yourself,

and your partner,
Detective Curtis?

Yes.

Does Detective Curtis concur
with your revised conclusion?

As far as I know.

Let's have a yes
or no, Detective.

Sure he does.

She didn't
stab herself six times
and break her own neck.

Nor did my client do that,
Judge.

Mr. McCoy,

you've amended
the indictment to include
the attempted murder charge?

Yes.

Judge,
that's a blatant attempt

to give credence to
Detective Briscoe's
flip-flop.

All right, Mr. Minetti,
that's enough.

You can
bring this up again
in front of the jury.

I'm going
to let them decide
the victim's credibility.

Tape's back in.

Where the hell do you get off
pulling a stunt like this?

They were gonna
dismiss the charges.

So you lie to a judge?
I didn't lie.

I'm looking at the transcript,
Lennie. You're an inch away
from perjury!

More like a foot,
foot and a half.

I am not laughing.

How dare
you go behind my back
on something like this?

We owe this girl something.

We called her
a liar and we sent her
straight into Lowery's arms.

Well,
I don't think she lied,
and that's what I said.

And thanks to you,
Lowery's gonna walk.

What the hell
is that supposed to mean?
I stopped him from walking.

What, for a couple
of minutes?

His lawyer
just subpoenaed me
to testify at the trial.

For the defense!

Fine. So back me up.

One of my
detectives lying under oath
is more than enough.

Thank you.

That's it!

I don't like
being submarined.

I got a right
to my opinion.

No. What you got is
a lot of nerve, Lennie,

making it sound like
I agree with you, partner.

It never occurred to me
that you wouldn't, partner.

What, you wanna
see this scum bounce?

I want to
see him strapped down
with a needle in his arm,

but I'm not gonna perjure
myself to make it happen!

Curtis is standing by
the original report.

Briscoe said
Curtis agreed with him.

Another mistake?

St. Mark's Hospital wanted
a copy of the police report
after the first incident.

They were gonna fire
Blake if she made it up.

And?
Curtis said he'd handle it.

And?

She didn't get fired.

I make notes of all
my meetings, Miss Ross.

I'll make notes of this one
right after you leave.

Here it is.

"Detective Curtis,
re: Andrea Blake."

Did you
ask him for a copy
of the police report?

Yes. As I told you,

if Andrea Blake
had made up these
stalking stories,

we would have fired her,

and probably sued her
for the cost of the extra
security measures.

Did Detective Curtis
give you the report?
No.

He said the report would
be available in litigation,

but he didn't think
we had cause to sue her.

Did he say why?

He said she was being stalked,
and she did have reason
to fear for her safety.

Did he mention her
tumble down the stairs?

He told me the police had
no incontrovertible evidence

to show she made it up.

Is Detective Briscoe
telling us the truth?

All he said was he
changed his opinion.

After the tape
was suppressed.

We'll never know
when he changed
his mind.

I've got to go
with what we've got.

What you've got
is two cops making us
look like morons.

Who are both trying
to do the right thing.

Their good intentions
could cost us a conviction.

Offer Lowery a plea.

I did.
Minetti turned it down.

Then do something else.

I only have one move left.

Hang Rey Curtis out to dry.

Detective Curtis,
when you investigated

what the prosecution
calls the attempted murder,

what evidence did you
find that my client had ever
been in Miss Blake's building?

None.

Did you find any evidence
that my client had pushed
Miss Blake down the stairs?

No.

Did you find any evidence
that anybody pushed
Miss Blake down the stairs?

Well,
the situation lent itself
to various interpretations.

I see. Your Honor,
defense's number eight.

Is this your report
of the incident,
Detective Curtis?

Yes.
And you concluded that

Andrea Blake faked
the attack in the building?

I did.

Do you still
stand by your report?

Yes, I do.

Thank you,
Detective Curtis.
Nothing further, Judge.

Did your investigation
conclude

that Miss Blake was
being stalked by a man
using the name Giovanni?

Yes.
Did your investigation

conclude that Russell Lowery
and Giovanni were
the same person?

Yes.

Did your investigation
conclude

that Miss Blake was
in lethal, and immediate
danger from her stalker?

Not at first.

At what point did you reach
that conclusion, Detective?

When you saw her
lying dead on the ground

of multiple stab wounds,
and a broken neck?

Did you make a mistake

that cost the victim
her life?

Look, the police
investigate crimes.

Once we concluded there
was no attempted murder,

there was nothing
to investigate.

No. You concluded that
no crime had been committed,

and that she faced
no serious threat
from Mr. Lowery?

Yes.

But you told her employer
that she was in danger
from Giovanni?

Yes.

Did you lie?

Look, I felt sorry for her.

I didn't think
that she should
get fired from her job.

Is that a yes? You lied?

Yes.

Are you lying now?

No.

I'm finished
with this witness.

Will the defendant
please rise?

Ladies and
gentlemen of the jury,
have you reached a verdict?

Yes, Your Honor.

On the charge
of attempted murder,
how do you find?

We find
the defendant guilty.

On the charge of murder
in the second degree,
how do you find?

We find
the defendant guilty.

I hope he stays in prison
for a long time.

We'll be asking for life
without parole.

Perhaps that's
not much comfort.

It helps.

Beautiful day, huh?

No hard feelings, Rey.

I'm glad
Lowery went down.

You okay?

I'm okay with what I did.

I just hope
you're okay, Lennie.