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yet equally important groups,

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Want to hear
a cool joke,
Mrs. Lewis?

Paul? Donna?
Anybody home?

What do you get
when you cross a chicken
with a blind goat?

Did your parents
go away
for the weekend?

They never go anywhere.
So, what do you get?

Hold on, honey.

Hi. It's me.
Paul and Donna
aren't here.

Well, the papers and mail
were at the front door

and, well, it smells
kind of funny.

Yeah, well, I have Jack.
You call them. Okay.

Mom? Dad?

Jack, come here.
Stay with me.

You rousted us
on a missing persons call,

Kellog, you're gonna
be hating life.

I told dispatch,
"probable missing person."

Then I found this
near the garbage outside.

Straps busted.
Couple of limes.

Strangers on a Train.
And a lady's wallet.

It belongs to Donna Ericson.
She's the one
that lives here.

Cassette's from
a video store
three blocks east.

All right,
hang onto this stuff.

This is Mr. Faber,
the building manager.

My shop's downstairs.
I noticed the commotion.

Do the Ericsons ever
leave town unexpectedly?

Not that I know of.
Did somethin'
happen to 'em?

Well, that's what
we're tryin' to find out.

Why don't you
wait downstairs?

Looks like the Ericsons
were expecting guests.

It's hot as hell
in here.

Water's room temperature, Rey.

Well, here's your
heat source.

Yeah? What's for dinner?

Whoa!

Looks like
rack of lamb.

Yeah, maybe two days ago.

Hope the Ericsons
are in better shape.

We're keepin' him busy,
but he still
wants his mom and dad.

Guy at
the video store says

the Ericsons checked out
a tape at 6:15.

It could be a kidnapping.

Forty-eight hours.
No ransom demand.

So far.

Well, maybe the Ericsons
took a powder.

What, and leave
that kid behind?

The handles on her tote bag
were ripped,
like somebody grabbed it.

No one in the neighborhood
saw anything?

We're still canvassing,
but so far, no witnesses.

You know, the whole thing
could've gone down
in, like, 10 seconds.

Well, keep trying.

There are a couple of messages
from their dinner guests

on their answering machine.

First call
came in at 6:41.

Hi, guys.
Runnin' late.
Should be there around 7:00.

Let us know
if we can bring anything.

Hey, where are you guys?
We're downstairs. Hello?

You said Friday, right?
Paul? Donna? Hello?

Play it for the boy.

Hey, where are you guys?
We're downstairs.

I think it's Uncle Bob.
But he's not my real uncle.

Where can we find him?

Where does
your Uncle Bob live?

Near the museum.

Which one? Which museum?
The one with the dinosaurs?

The one with no stairs.
You know, goes around.

The Guggenheim.
Do you know
Uncle Bob's last name?

Stanhouse.

Can Uncle Bob help
find my mom and dad?

Paul called Wednesday.

It was Tuesday.
They invited us to dinner.

And Jack was going to spend
the weekend at friends'.

Paul had some white Burgundy
he wanted to uncork.

Did you notice anything
unusual while you were there?

Just the fact
that they weren't home.

We buzzed from downstairs
for about 10 minutes.

I tried them
on my cell phone.

We figured there was
some emergency with Jack.

So, why is this happening?

This isn't Guatemala.
People don't just disappear.

Detective, we go back
a long way
with Paul and Donna.

No one would
want to hurt them.

They have any
financial trouble?

No, nothing like that.

Paul is a graphic artist.
He's very successful.

Anything at all?
Drugs, maybe?

Paul thought
a third glass of wine
was excessive.

He did ask me
if I knew a good lawyer.

Criminal?

He was having problems
with the developer
who sold him the condo.

We heard
the Ericsons were having
legal problems with you.

What's that all about?

News to me.

Some beef
over the building?

Nope. Building runs
like a Rolex.

Well, that'd make you
the luckiest developer
in town.

Hey, luck had
nothin' to do with it.

You should've seen
this building
when I bought it.

A dump.

Six months
to move out the renters,
three to renovate.

It was a year before I saw
a nickel out of this place.

All right,
we'll be in touch.

Faber talks a good game.

Only five units
in the building.

Let's see if anybody
else had a beef.

I don't know
about litigation,

but it was a little tense
around here.

Why's that?

When Faber was selling units,
he promised a class act
for the commercial space.

You know,
Stellar Coffee downstairs?

Faber owns it.
It was supposed to
be an art gallery.

More money
in caffeine, huh?

Personally,
I'm okay with it.

Faber sunk a fortune
into this building.

This is the nicest
loft space in the area.

What about the Ericsons?

When the gallery turned out
to be a coffee bar,
they weren't very happy.

They didn't like
the smell of it all day,
every day,

or the foot traffic
at all hours.

Feud over a coffee bar.
Not exactly
the Hatfields and the McCoys.

The Ericsons made noises
about organizing
the other owners.

They even called the City.

Some inspector showed up
here a couple of weeks back.

That's all
I can tell you.

Okay.
Well, if you think
of anything else...

Smells okay to me.

Yeah, you don't have
to live on top of it.

I wonder how far
the Ericsons
took their complaint.

Paul and Donna Ericson,
185 Tenth Avenue.

Complaint filed March 1st.
Initial inspection
was on the 10th.

Eight days ago.
Mmm-hmm.

Alleged violation,

Section 409 of
the Atmospheric Particulate
Abatement Act.

Air pollution.

Section 409?
Is that serious?

Maximum fine
of $10,000 a day.

In addition,
the offending entity
can be closed down.

The offending entity
being the Stellar Coffee Bar.

What's the time frame
on a closing like that?

That depends
on the Ericsons.

Until they file a Form 614,
all we do is send out
an inspector.

Faber's bank
says his financing's
pretty shaky.

If they close down
his coffee bar,

he defaults on the mortgage
and the bank calls his loan.

He must be serving
quite a few double lattes.

Plus, the Ericsons
are withholding
their maintenance fees.

Now, if the other owners
jump on the bandwagon,

Donald Trump Jr.
goes right down the tubes.

Mmm. Sounds thin
for an arrest.

Hey, we ran his name
through the DMV.
He happens to own a truck.

And he lied
about the Ericsons.

I mean, if they go,
so do his problems.

Bring him in
for a cup of our coffee.

Faber's been gone awhile.

He usually likes to keep
an eye on the register.

You could try his house
or his girlfriend's.

No, we already did.
No Faber.

Sorry. Cappuccino on
the house, Detective?

Maybe for the kid here.
I'll have a regular coffee.

How do you take it?

Regular, to go.

How long ago
did Faber leave?

Three, four hours.
We were out
of French roast.

He grabs the truck,
heads for Astoria.

What, all the way
to Queens for some coffee?

Vassilloros Wholesalers.
Best prices in town.

Thanks.

There's Faber's truck.

Nothin' in the front.
It's unlocked.

Hey, what do you want?

The guy with this truck.
Where is he?

Mr. Faber. He came in
a couple of hours ago.

Well, where is he now?

I don't know.
He buy 70 pounds
French roast.

What, he carried it out
on his back?

He gives me cash,
he goes out
for his hand truck.

He didn't come back.

He just disappeared?

I came out to see
where he went.

There was a van
parked next to his truck.

Describe the van.

Blue.

Did you get a look
at the plates?

I walked over,
but the van
was pulling away.

Was Faber in it?

I don't know.

You think I should
have called the cops?

Now, there's an idea.
Thanks.

First the Ericsons,
now Faber.

I'm not lettin' you
out of my sight, partner.

The Ericsons get snatched.
Now your prime suspect
vanishes?

The only link between
Faber and the Ericsons
is the building.

Didn't you already
rule out the other owners?

We took another look.
The neighbors
all check out.

Present tense.
What about ex-neighbors?

Well, Faber did say
he moved out some renters.

Well, maybe one of them
left with a bad taste
in his mouth.

Screw Faber.

I want to shake hands
with whomever snatched him.

You're not
exactly helping yourself,
Mr. Jenkins.

I didn't do nothin',
so I got nothin' to hide.

Then lose the attitude.
What about the Ericsons?

Hey, Stretch, where the hell
do you think you're goin'?

Hey, if you got
nothin' to hide,

then he's not gonna
find anything, right?

Look, I never even
met the Ericsons.

It's not like
I'm the only tenant
that Faber pissed off.

You're the only one
he evicted.

I'm the only one
that put up a fight.

Shoved a paper
under their noses,
they caved.

Caved to what?

Moving.

Faber clears them out,
fixes the place up,
takes it condo,

and then sells
to a bunch of yuppies
at 10 times what we could pay.

What's this?

"Now the property mongers
and mortgage bankers shall
face our ultimate sanction.

"The filthy lucre that steals
our homes and destroys our
community will be cleansed."

Looks like somebody
besides you doesn't exactly
like the upwardly mobile.

Some of it makes sense.

When I was a kid,
I lived around the corner
from Faber's building.

We had a mom-and-pop grocery,
we had a candy store,
a newsstand.

Your basic vanilla
neighborhood, huh?

Key word being
"neighborhood."

Now,
it's Oriental restaurants
and cigar bars.

You can sip fancy coffee
at a bookstore,

but you can't
buy a racing form.

Guy's not totally
off the mark, Lennie.

Rents keep goin' up,
where's an average family
supposed to go?

That's why they built
the bridges and tunnels.

Curtis.

Yeah, okay.
Lieutenant wants us
at the house.

Ms. Ridley's from
The Daily News.
She received this last night.

"We shall soon mete out
the ultimate sanction

"to the carpetbaggers
who were seized as a warning

"to those who would
uproot us from our homes,
our lives, our community.

"The justice
which was envisioned
comes now to fruition."

Sounds like the same people
who wrote the leaflet.

It's practically
a confession.

To kidnapping
or murder?

How was this delivered?

Dropped into
the night slot.

The letter says
unless it's published
in its entirety,

there'll be
more kidnappings.

You're going to print it?

Lead in tomorrow's
morning edition.

The Department would
like you to change
a few words in this.

They said,
"in its entirety."

Well, we'd like to see
if we can get a rise
out of them.

Start a dialogue.

I can't wait to see
what they do
when they're angry.

And we don't want
that kind
of responsibility.

We'll take the heat.

Well, I hope you know
what you're doing.

That makes two of us.

Get this letter to Forensics.
And talk to the court shrink.

See if you can get
an insight into
who we're dealing with here.

Disturbed bunch, huh?

Whacked out, yeah.
I'd hold off on
the conspiracy theory.

You thinkin'
it's one guy?

"No invasion can be repelled
but by our force
wielded by a righteous arm.

"Our strength is
as the strength of 10."
He's overcompensating.

I make it a white male.
Late 30s, early 40s.
From the neighborhood.

A home-grown nutcase.
Anything else?

Guy's intelligent.
Got a pricey education.

He quotes Max Weber,
Bucky Fuller.

Definitely a loner.
Self-righteous.
Thinks everyone's behind him.

How far
will this guy go?

How many yuppies
in Chelsea?

"Chelsea Snatcher
Will Strike Again."

Nothin' like a little terror
to sell papers.

Well, Latent got
no usable prints
from the letter.

Zilch on the envelope.

Forensics says the letter's
computer-generated,

printed on
a garden-variety
bubble-jet.

Guys, in my office.

Let me lay
a misapprehension
to rest.

I don't represent
the man you're after.

But you know
who he is.

No. My client called me
when he saw the letter
in The News.

The paper
received another one.

It said if it isn't
printed verbatim
this time,

they're going after
someone else.

So much for starting
a dialogue.

My client thinks
he knows the identity
of the kidnapper,

and has authorized me
to arrange
a possible surrender.

And has your client
authorized us to arrest you
for obstruction of justice?

I'm trying to help
you people

within the confines
of lawyer-client
confidentiality.

What Mr. Fetzer wants
is some assurance
this individual will be given

every consideration
if he surrenders.

Let's see how much
consideration
he gave the victims.

My client says
the man's disturbed.

He wants to do
the right thing,

but he's concerned
the police may overreact.

Maybe your client
shouldn't worry
about how we do our job.

If you want our help,
you have my number.

His client's the guy.

Go see about
a search warrant
for Mr. Fetzer's office.

Oh, this is an outrage.
Those files are confidential.

Then show us the one
we're lookin' for.

It'll save you the headache
of puttin' the stuff away.

You must think
I'm not very smart.

How smart
is your secretary?

On the day the story broke,
Fetzer's secretary
took in seven messages.

The first one's
from Mr. Stanley.

No Stanley.

Okay. The next is,
"Jack Lee,
re: court appearance."

People v. Lee.

Huh.

Mr. Lee has
a felony assault charge
pending in Queens.

Now, he's in Rikers.

Mr. Odell.
"Please return call ASAP."
Called twice. Left a number.

Odell.

Benjamin Odell v.
241 Tenth Avenue Associates.

Odell sued
to stop developers
from building

on a community garden
on West 20th.

That's two blocks
from Faber's building.

We're in the right
neighborhood.

Case is three years old.

So, why the rush?

Didn't Mr. Fetzer tell you?
I am not the one
who did these things.

Yeah, you're the guy
who knows the guy.

Between us,
we don't trust you
or your attorney.

I'm sorry to disappoint you,
but it's really not me.

Look, I told you where I was
when these people
were kidnapped.

Yeah, we're checkin'
on that. But think about
how it looks, Ben.

Yeah, we found an Odell family
who lived in Chelsea
40 years ago.

You grew up here,
didn't you?

You own a car.
A computer.

Whoever did this
is well-educated.

Says here you got a degree
in civil engineering
from City College.

I have a car, a PC and a BS,
so I'm the kidnapper.
Nice try.

Then why the calls to Fetzer
the day the letter came out?

My lawsuit.

Group of businessmen
tried to pave over a garden.

That case is three years old
and dead in the water.

If the people you kidnapped
are still alive,

it's not too late
for you to help yourself.

You took 'em.
Come on, Ben, say it.
You took 'em, right?

The man
who did this needs help.

What kind of help?

He's mentally ill.
You have to realize that.

All right.
Who we talkin' about?

Matt.

Matt who?

Just Matt, for now.
He's a guy I hung out with
for a few years.

Why would he do
something like this?

I told you, he's sick.
He needs help.

We can't help him
until we know where he is.

I can take you
to where I think he is.
But just the three of us.

If he sees a lot of police,
he might do something crazy.

So, Matt lives
in Williamsburg?

Near, yeah.

It takes guts,
doin' something like this,

especially if you
go back a ways.

Yeah.

So, what was it about
the letter that makes
you think it was Matt?

It just sounds
like him, you know,

the way he goes
off sometimes.

Rambling,
with a thread of logic.
You know what I mean?

Hang a left here
on Flushing.

So, when you say
he goes off,
what do you mean?

He's done things
like this before?

No, no,
nothing like this.

I mean, as far as I know,
he's never hurt anybody.

Maybe he's
talked about it.

Not really.

So, what is he,
some kind of
neighborhood activist?

You could say that.

Where is it?

Uh, next left.
It's a trailer
at the end of the block.

For your own safety.

Go, go, go!

You bastards.

You lied to us, Ben.
The place is empty.

Sort of makes us even.

You call in the SWAT team,
and now you want us
to cooperate?

If your client
knows where this guy is,

he's looking
at harboring a fugitive,
maybe even obstruction.

You know, for all
anyone knows, you guys
took him for a ride.

Yeah?

Where is it?

Uh, next left.
It's a trailer
at the end of the block.

I don't believe it.
You taped me?

Mr. Odell, I've got a bunch
of very angry cops who feel
like you suckered them.

Assuming I can get
my client to trust you,
what are you offering?

No, no more deals.
Charge me! I don't care!

You told us
he's a neighborhood
do-gooder.

How long you think
it's gonna take us
to find him?

Let's say he cooperates.

How do we know it won't be
a replay of this afternoon?

You have my word.

I can't let anything
happen to him.

How long have
you known Matthew?

He's my brother.

We checked you out.
You don't have
any family here.

Matthew's not
the kind of person
that's easy to find.

He lives off the radar.
But I know where he is.

Mr. Odell
wants a plea bargain
of some kind

that accounts for
Matthew's mental condition.

What are we talking about?

Matthew's sick.

If those people are dead,
you're goin'
for the death penalty.

If he's sick,
I'll take it into account.

I can't believe
I'm doing this.

Mr. Odell,
if you help us out,
I'm not going to forget it.

All right. All right.

Who is it?

Con Ed.
We got a gas leak.

I don't smell any gas.

Nah, it's upstairs.
But we gotta get
at it from your place.

Oh.

Okay, okay.

You're not Con Ed.
NYPD.

Where are the people
you kidnapped?

What are you
talking about?

This.

Who sent you?
The property mongers?

Yeah, the property mongers.

They said to be sure
to tell you
you're under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you do say
can and will be...

If we find those letters,
I'm tellin' you...

They're in my
"Correspondence" directory.

And the anonymous pamphlets
we found in your apartment?

I'm not sure
what directory they're in.

Where are the bodies?

You believe they're dead?

You tell us.

I didn't
abduct those people.

Then who did?

Some concerned citizen
was apparently provoked
by my writing.

Hey, these people die
while we're sitting here,

you're lookin'
at the spike, Matthew.

The spike?
Lethal injection.

Twenty cc's
of potassium chloride
pumpin' through your veins.

You're getting yourself
all worked up, Detective.

Maybe I'll work you up.

Hey, all right.

Let's start with where
you were Friday evening,
around 7:00.

The Metropolitan Museum
is open late. It's free.

They have
cocktails, a pianist.

It's one of the last
civilized things
about this city.

You speak to anybody?

Not that I recall.

What about Tuesday morning?

I was out.

Out where?

Out and about.

Ten officers
went through your brother's
apartment and came up empty.

Then maybe it's not him.

You told the police
you recognized his letters.

I thought I did,
but I could be wrong.

What about his
mental illness?

He's not violent.

During the nuclear
power scare,

he crashed a car
through a fence at Seabrook.

But that was 30 years ago.

He admits
writing the letters.

That's it?

Everything else,
he's got an answer for.

If he's playing hard-ass,

this plea bargain
you talked about
just doesn't sit right.

Wait a second.

Hey, those three
missing people,

there's no tellin' how long
they're gonna last.

Your brother's digging
himself a bigger hole
than he started in.

I held up my end.
I have done
everything I can do.

Your brother
will talk to you.

No, I can't!

We're running out
of options here, Mr. Odell.

There's an
eight-year-old kid.

If his parents are starving
to death somewhere...

I'll speak to him.

But alone, Ms. Ross.
No cops. Nothing on tape.

Guy's playing his brother
like he played us.

One flip of the switch,
and we can drop in
on the conversation.

I don't think so.

He'll never know
the difference.

We're through jerking
Mr. Odell around.

Yeah. Well,
how about those Knicks?

I told my brother a trial
would give him a chance
to express his views.

There's a warehouse
on Conover Street
in Red Hook.

Go, go, go, go!
Come on! Come on!

Lennie, Faber's over here.

Cut it.

Lennie, the Ericsons.

He didn't even
bother to stash the gun.

Gomez, get Crime Scene
and the M.E. out here.

I'll call Van Buren.

Yeah.
And Children's Services.

His prints are on the gun
and in the van.

The letters he sent
the newspaper
are saved on his computer.

If this weren't
a capital case,

I'd hand it over to
one of my junior colleagues.

Slow down, Mr. McCoy.

His brother had
an understanding
with Ms. Ross.

Ben Odell cooperated,

and you were not
going to seek
the death penalty.

Well, he didn't have
an understanding with me.

Is that why you work together?
So you can renege
on each other's promises?

I only agreed to take
Mr. Odell's mental state
into consideration.

My mental state?

Ms. Ross said that
you would take mental illness
as a mitigating factor.

A "Not Responsible" plea.

This is why my brother
turned me in?

Just listen for now,
Mr. Odell.

It's premature.

Until he's been examined
by our psychiatrists,

I can't even begin
to consider mitigation.

Under no circumstances
will I be examined
by anybody's psychiatrist.

You don't have a choice.
You are wrong, sir.

I may be locked in a cage
and told what to eat
and when to sleep,

but I still
have a choice.

Mr. McCoy,
give me a couple of days
to consult with my client.

There's no need for that.

My so-called "mental state"
will not be bandied
about the courtroom.

Mr. Odell.

Mr. Staggs
no longer represents me.

Mr. Odell,
this court is not
in the business

of providing you
a new attorney

each time
you change strategy.

This is not
a strategy.

Fine.
I've spoken to Ms. Melnick,

and she's agreed
to represent you

in accordance
with your wishes.

Very well.

However misguided
those wishes might be.

Then I'm satisfied
with her services.

I'll accept that.

It's clear to me
that you understand
these proceedings

and you have the capacity
to assist your lawyer.

Ms. Melnick,
you've spoken to Mr. Odell?

Yes, Your Honor. At length.

And what is your position
regarding your intent

to offer psychiatric evidence
on his behalf?

None will be offered,
Your Honor.

All right, Mr. Odell,
I'm holding you to this.

You're not
playing games here.

No, I'm not, ma'am.

May 2nd. Remand continued.

I hope you know
what you're signing
up for, Danielle.

At worst,
front page, McCoy.

At worst, your client
is truly insane

and doesn't have
the vaguest idea
what he's doing.

Come on, Ross.
You heard him answer
the judge's questions.

He's as lucid
as you or I.

Look, it's my ethical duty
to give him my best advice

and to present
the defense he wants.

What's your ethical duty
if the defense he wants
is a death wish?

I'll figure
something out.

It's your call, Adam.

I was fully prepared
to consider mitigation.

Odell threw it back
in my face.

You can't treat him
like any other defendant.

Maybe Matthew Odell
shouldn't be held responsible
for his own obstinacy.

Too crazy
to say he's crazy.

Or realize it.

I don't buy it, Jamie.
This wasn't some random act.

He says he's a terrorist.
I believe him.

What about the agreement
I made with Ben Odell?

He ratted out his brother
on my handshake.

Yeah, right.
But Matthew Odell

doesn't want any part
of your agreement.

I don't
want to be perceived
as indulging this man.

I read his files.
He is crazy.

He made his bed,
let him sleep in it.

So, Matthew Odell
gets a lethal injection
as a public relations move?

This office
doesn't play patty-cake
with serial killers.

Ms. Ross,
it says you're seeking
the death penalty.

Matthew tied our hands.

Well, how can he control
this thing? He's sick.

We can't even examine him.
He won't consent
to a psychiatric defense.

Can't you talk
to his lawyer?

Your brother
calls the shots.

So, you're just
gonna convict him
and execute him?

That's up to a jury.

Well, what if they
think he's crazy?

Your brother won't
allow any evidence

at his trial
concerning his mental state.

So, you lied to me, Ms. Ross.
You are just going
to let this happen.

The great American
justice system.

A lunatic
is sending himself
to the death chamber.

Nobody tries to stop it.
Everybody just helps
push the buttons.

I sold out my brother
for nothing.

Matthew Odell
killed three people.
Ben Odell feels guilty.

There's nothing
we can do about it.

Yeah, well, the next time
Van Buren calls,
you go down there.

Melnick's moving
to suppress all evidence
seized at the warehouse.

On what grounds?

Matthew requested counsel
before he gave up
the location of the bodies.

Says who?

Brother Ben.

Matthew wasn't
giving any information.

Detective Briscoe
and the Lieutenant
asked me to help them out.

Help them out
in what way?

To go into the room
where Matthew was
to try to get him to talk.

I see.
Whose idea was this?

The police.
I had no idea they'd even
let me talk to Matthew.

But you agreed
to do it.

They sounded desperate.

They thought
the missing people
might still be alive.

So, I told them
I would talk to Matt,
but I wanted to do it alone.

Yes. And what happened
when you went in there?

I told Matt
if he knew anything
about these people,

there was a D.A. outside,

Ms. Ross,
who'd agreed to help.

That's when
he asked for a lawyer.

He wanted legal advice
before he would
give any information.

Of course.
And how did you respond?

I told him
there wasn't time.

If he wanted
his side of the story
to come out,

it would be better for him
to cooperate, and
Ms. Ross wanted to help.

And that's when he disclosed
the location to you?

Yes.

No further questions.

Did you ever tell the police
that your brother
had requested counsel?

No.

You ever tell anyone?

Not till I met
with Ms. Melnick
and went over everything.

Was that before
or after you had

talked to Ms. Ross
on the street?

After.

After you had found out
that we would seek
the death penalty

against your brother?

Yes.

And you had previously
talked to Ms. Ross

about the possibility
of not seeking
the death penalty?

That's what she promised,
because I told them
where to find my brother.

Just so we're clear,
Mr. Odell,

you never came forward
about your brother
wanting a lawyer

until after you felt
you had been double-crossed?

That was the timing, yes.

No further questions.

But it's the truth.
Matt asked me for a lawyer.

Your Honor, once a suspect
in custody asks the police
for an attorney,

interrogation must cease.

The only question now
is whether Benjamin Odell

was acting as an agent
for the police when
he questioned his brother.

Mr. Odell only agreed
to speak to his brother.

The police never
told him what to ask.

They might
as well have.

The conversation
was instigated
by the police

to further
a police objective.

There were
three people missing.

The police
weren't necessarily
looking for a confession.

Even if Your Honor
were as naive

as Mr. McCoy
seems to think you are,
it doesn't matter.

Matthew Odell
requested an attorney

before he incriminated
himself, Your Honor.

Therefore, his statement
and all
the physical evidence

found at the warehouse
have to be suppressed.

For all we know, Ben Odell
concocted this allegation.

There's nothing
to corroborate it.

That's because the police
sent him in there alone.

That was his choice.

Yes, and the police
went along with it.

Your Honor, this is payback
by the brother
of the defendant.

You must view it
with skepticism.

Ben Odell turned
his own brother over
to the police, Your Honor.

Surely it's illogical
to think that he would lie
to undo what he already did.

He would if he thought
the conditions

for turning his brother in
weren't being honored.

I'm sorry, Mr. McCoy.

The police
and the District Attorney

sent Mr. Odell in
to do their work.

If he's their agent,
they have to live
with his credibility.

I'm granting the motion.

The statement
and the physical evidence

discovered
at the warehouse
are suppressed.

Thank you, Your Honor.

No bodies, no gun.
Any evidence left?

Not much. Judge Bourke
did a number on our case.

Matthew Odell
is the author
of the letters.

We found the files
on his hard drive.

He wrote letters.
That doesn't prove
that he killed anybody.

The language he used
is an admission of guilt.

It's a passable
circumstantial case.

Then pass along
the plea offer.

Make it worth their while.
All I need is
for this case to tank.

If I was Melnick,
I'd throw a plea offer
right back in our face.

Did Briscoe and Curtis
get anything out of Odell
before his brother went in?

A lot of attitude
and a slippery alibi.

The museum.
Anybody check it?

Evidence of a false alibi?
Admissible to prove guilt.

We had
more than enough evidence.
We didn't need to.

Now we need to.

Friday night, 6:00 to 9:00.
Classical music, wine.

They rotate the gallery
every week.

March 11th,
Greek and Roman sculpture.

You recognize him?

Nice mug.

Can't say for certain.

Maybe one of your
guards could.

Possibility.
We had a crowd here
that night.

A special exhibit?

Let's see.
Special Musical Guest,
the Osaka String Quartet.

Your client
gave a false alibi.

He specifically told
the police he was there
to enjoy a piano concert.

So, you're going
to convict a man

based on the musical lineup
at the Metropolitan
Museum of Art?

And the letters, and his van
leaving the scene
of the second abduction.

Let me get this straight.

You guys are buying me lunch
to preview your opening
statement tomorrow?

It's a winnable case.

Odell takes the plea,
he avoids
the death penalty.

You turning
soft on me, Jack?

You know I'm a sucker
for an execution.

I'm just here
for the tortellini.

I'm sorry, Jamie,
but I have
a very difficult client.

You have a client
who's too disturbed
to understand his options.

I have a client
who is bright and difficult.
It is a lethal combination.

Just take
one last run at him.

You're wasting your breath.
Odell's a kamikaze.

He thinks what he did
is a political act,

and he is prepared
to take this to the end.

To a gurney
in Green Haven?

I suppose
a zealot's prepared
to do that, too.

I'll do my best
not to disappoint him.

We'll put Curtis on first,
then Ridley.

She'll be here
for prep at 2:00.

The blow-ups
of the Odell letters?

The Engineering
Department promises

they'll be in
the courtroom by 2:15.

You make
your opening statements?

I did.
Melnick passed.

I'll take that as a sign
she's got no case.

I know I'm early,
but there's something
I thought you should see.

It was hand-delivered
to the paper
about two hours ago.

Matthew Odell's
psychiatric records.

Allentown State Hospital,
1983.

There are three
separate hospitalizations.

Odell waived
a psychiatric defense
months ago.

You don't understand,
Mr. McCoy.

We're running the story
in tomorrow's edition.

We're going to
excerpt these reports.

Odell's brother
leaked these reports
to influence the jury.

His motivation
is not my concern.

It should be.
If you print it,
the jury will see it.

Our lawyers say
we're on solid
First Amendment ground.

Forget the legal niceties.
It's irresponsible,
and you know it.

Look, I could have
just kept my mouth shut
and ran the story.

I brought it to you
as a courtesy.

I appreciate it.

Your testimony
will be delayed.

I'm asking Your Honor
to immediately
sequester the jury.

Once this information
is published tomorrow,

it will undoubtedly
find its way
into the jury room.

Your Honor, the stress
of a capital case is enough.

Surely these people
don't need to be locked away
in some hotel for two weeks.

It is an extraordinary
request, Mr. McCoy.

In response
to a guerrilla tactic,

probably conceived
by the defendant's brother,
to poison the jury.

Come on, Jack.
What are you
afraid of, the truth?

What truth?
What truth?

What, do you think
this man is playing
with a full deck?

Mr. Odell had
every opportunity

to put his mental state
before the jury.

He's not getting it in
by the back door.

Fair enough.

I'll give the jury
a strongly worded
cautionary instruction

to avoid all media reports
concerning the case.

Human nature
being what it is,

that's an invitation
to do the opposite.

Is this really
such a hardship
on the jurors, Ms. Melnick?

Your Honor,
this is a hardship.

They don't even
have a change of clothes
or toothbrushes.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I'm sequestering you

for the remainder
of the trial.

The reasons
shouldn't concern you.

But we'll adjourn for the day
so that court officers can
transport you to your homes

to collect your belongings
for an extended stay

at one of the area's
finer lodging
establishments.

Actually, a motel
near LaGuardia Airport.

Full speed ahead,
huh, Mr. McCoy?

I'll give you
the benefit of the doubt

about your brother's
request for a lawyer,

but this is inexcusable.

If it weren't for him,
you wouldn't be
trying his brother.

Did you put him up
to this, Danielle?

Did I put him up to...
Are you accusing me
of misconduct?

Take it to
the Grievance Committee.

Where do I go for
what she did to me?

This isn't about you.

This is about your brother
and the people he killed.

I realize
what my brother did.

Then stay out of my way.

You win, Mr. McCoy.

If you're so eager to execute
a pathetically unstable man,

I guess there's nothing
anybody can do.

Ben. Ben!

Has the jury
reached a verdict?

Yes,
we have, Your Honor.

Will the defendant
please rise?

Matthew.

I'd prefer to sit.

Mr. Odell.

No!

Let him stay.

On the first count
of the indictment,

Murder in the First Degree,
how do you find?

We find the defendant,
Matthew Odell, guilty.

One the second count
of the indictment,

Murder in the First Degree,
how do you find?

Guilty.

On the third count
of the indictment,

Murder in the First Degree,
how do you find?

Guilty.

We're adjourned
until Thursday
for sentencing proceedings.

The jury will
remain sequestered.

Melnick called.

Odell won't let her
bring in any evidence

of mental illness during
the sentencing phase.

She agreed?

Claims she doesn't
have a choice, ethically.

Legally assisted suicide.

You could
withdraw your request
for the death penalty.

He's manipulating the system.
Sowing issues for appeal.

I made a commitment
to Ben Odell.

What kind of commitment?

We wouldn't even have
this guy if it wasn't
for his brother.

I told him
if Matthew Odell
was mentally ill,

we'd consider it.

Matthew Odell
says he's fine.

I back off now,
some defendant

down the road
pulls the same stunt.

What if
it isn't a stunt?

That's for the judges
in Albany.

His psychiatric history
won't even be
in the trial record.

And that's for his lawyer.
Do your job.
Let the next guy do his.

Nice try.

Politics. He's sacrificing
my credibility.

And it gets worse.

Your old friend
Charlie Harmon

just moved for bail,
pending appeal.

He's dreaming.

I still have to appear
in the Appellate Division
tomorrow.

You can oppose it
on papers.

It's better
if I oppose it in person.

What about Odell's
sentence hearing?

That's in your hands.

Matt's 10 years younger.

Our mother died
when he was two or three,

so we were raised
by our father.

Our dad never really
had much time for us.

I see.

What about your brother's
educational background?

Matthew was
the smart one.

Graduated Princeton
in three years.
Majored in philosophy.

Then he went to Harvard
for graduate work
in urban planning.

Can you tell us about
Matthew's work history?

Not that much.

I know that
Matt had a job in Boston
while he was at Harvard,

but I don't
remember what.

That's around the time
we started to grow apart.

Well, do you know
how he supported himself
here in New York?

Our father left us
a small inheritance
when he died in '91.

Maybe Matt got some kind
of a government check.

I don't know.

Did he have a job?
I mean,
what did he do here?

He got involved in
neighborhood causes.

Community groups,
rent strikes.

It was all constructive.

I even helped him
a few years ago

by filing a suit
against some developers.

Really?
Why did you do that?

I thought it might
bring us closer.
It didn't help much.

Did Matt have any other
family besides you?
Did he have close friends?

I don't know.

He used to talk
about getting married,
having kids.

But then, I think
he lived by himself.

I'm sorry
for what my brother did.
That's all I can say.

I'm sorry.

Thank you, Mr. Odell.
No other questions,
Your Honor.

Who turned your brother in
to the police?

I did.

Because you believed
he was responsible
for these kidnappings?

The letters in the paper
sounded like him.

And those letters
threatened violence?

Yes.

Against innocent people?

Yes.

And you were worried
if your brother was
the author of those letters,

that he was a danger
to others?

I guess I was.

Why?

Why were you concerned,
Mr. Odell?

Because...

Because of Matthew's
mental instability.

Objection! Objection!

Sit down, Mr. Odell.

Mr. Odell, could you please
explain to the jury

what you mean
by mental instability?

She can't ask that!
I won't allow it!

I'm not your lawyer.

Do something!

The question
is permissible, Mr. Odell.

Sit down
or I'll have you removed.

Answer her question.

When Matt
was in his late teens,

he started deteriorating
psychologically.

In his 20s,
he was in and out
of psychiatric hospitals.

I'm not crazy!

1975, 1983...

You can't tell 'em that!
No, no!

Mr. Odell!

There were
doctors' reports.

He would fixate
on some injustice
that had some germ of truth.

Then I'll tell them!
Order!

I am not mentally ill!
Order in the court!

Don't believe a word of it!
Mr. Odell, please!

I have an IQ of 163!
They don't want you
to know that!

I'm as sane as anyone
in this courtroom!

Take him out.

You did this to me,
you Judas!
You betrayed me!

Your own flesh and blood!
Your own flesh and blood.

Are you disappointed
the jury came back
with a life sentence?

I won't
second guess a jury.

I'm satisfied Mr. Odell
will no longer pose
a danger to our citizens.

Think I'll still
have a job tomorrow?

I wouldn't worry.
Adam got to look tough.
That's what matters.

How did Harmon's
bail application go?

Uh, fine.

Lucky thing
you needed to be there,
right, Jack? Thanks.

You two take
a lot of liberties.