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In the criminal justice system,

the people are represented

by two separate
yet equally important groups:

the police,
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys,
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Is he dead?

What do you care?

He's got to be dead.

You want to join him?

Someone said that he
fell out of Monty's window.

Go home and watch the news.

What do we got?

Trash can fire
hit the curtains.

How bad?

Other than coughing
and hacking, they're fine.

A little shocked.

Is it really Monty?

Sucking oxygen
as we speak.

What am I going to do?

They all say
they're okay.

Except for the one
that can't talk.

He ain't my department.

Lennie.

Morgan. A beautiful end
to a beautiful day.

You can't imagine.

Looks like we missed
all the action.

What?

We had a call
there was a jumper.

Whoever said that
took some liberties.

Well, why don't
you fill us in?

DOA fell out of Monty
Bender's hotel window.

Hit the mezzanine level.

Monty Bender the comic?

My kid's going to be pissed off
I don't get an autograph.

Well, what happened?

Somebody got tired of his
routine and jumped?

I don't think he had a choice.

There was some kind
of fire in his room.

I saw Monty's last flick.

Cracked me up.

Yeah, very funny.

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The flames traveled this way.

So he was trapped inside.

That's why he moved over here.

Oh! I don't think my
high school auditorium
was this big.

Probably had less people
spending time there.

Monty held the kid out here

to keep him
from breathing in smoke.

He was passed out right here

when Ladder 88 arrived.

Well, who wouldn't they
just go in there?

Oh, never mind.

This is where
the fire started.

Somebody dumped an ashtray in
here, and that's all she wrote.

Who's room was this?

Monty's nutritionist.

Fred something or other.

I guess he forgot to read the
warning on the side of the box.

He was in the suite with Monty
and Birgit, his stylist.

What the hell is that?

What do I know?

They first saw the smoke come

underneath the door,

flames hit the curtain,
then the carpet.

AC helped it spread.

What about the smoke alarms?

Turns out they

were all disconnected.

Monty didn't like the beeping

when he burned his toast.

So you're thinking
this is arson.

I don't know.

A lit butt in a basket
full of paper?

Too early to tell.

Where's Monty now?

Down at Mercy General
being sedated.

And Fred and...

Birgit? They're with
the Fire Marshall.

We should bring them in.

I want to get cleaned up first.

Is he okay?

They dragged him
off to the hospital.

Yeah, from what I hear, uh,
pharmaceuticals

are helping him through it.

I can't believe Robbie's gone.

I don't know if Monty's heart
can take this.

He wasn't well?

He, uh, had a stress test.

Told him his heart
was a time bomb.

So that's why he needed his
very own nutritionist?

You should have seen
how he ate.

Pizza, cheeseburgers,
left-over Chinese.

Something wrong with that?

You're not funny.

You know what
strikes me funny?

Somebody like you who's
all into health and whatnot

would still be smoking.

I have maybe one a month.

When I'm tense.

Believe me...

that one will be my last.

This is all my fault.

I don't know how he's going
to live with himself

after this.

You can't imagine how much

he loved Robbie.

You were really close to him?

I worked for him
for the past five years.

Are all stylists on call 24/7?

Monty needs to project

the right image.

What has this got to do
with anything?

No, I'm just wondering

why everybody was in his room.

All three of us were playing
with the baby.

And Fred smelled something
coming from his room.

And he opened the door.

And you couldn't believe it.

It was like, uh, a fog of smoke.

We couldn't get out the door
because of the flames.

Monty grabbed Robbie,
and tried to cover his face.

Birgit called down to security.

What about the window?

My eyes were tearing.

Birgit called out
to Monty to open it.

Maybe that was the wrong thing.

Why do you say that?

Because the smoke
got thicker.

It was so thick.

Like fog.

We're all coughing,
and it was hard to see.

So you didn't actually see the
baby fall out of the window.

The baby was crying and gagging,

and, and Monty
was saying to him,

"Be still, it's going to be
okay, Robbie."

But...

Monty started coughing.

And the baby just slipped.

W-what are we doing here?

This is obviously
a terrible accident.

I hate celebrity cases.

Oh, there's a TV movie in this,
I can smell it.

God help us.
I saw Monty's last movie.

Hey, some people said
it cracked them up.

Barf jokes?
You're kidding.

Anyway, until the arson people
tell us different,

this ain't nothing
but a bad accident.

Well, how the hell
did this baby

end up out of a window?

Monty was trying to keep him
away from the fog of smoke.

Say what?

That's what the
nutritionist said to me.

That's the way these
creative types talk.

Maybe, but those are
the same exact words

that the stylist used with me.

And you don't think
that's a coincidence?

Well, sure it could be,

but it could also be that Monty
told them what to say.

We don't we get it straight
from the horse's mouth?

I promised him I would never
let anybody hurt him.

And now...

you here to arrest me?

No, we're just trying
to find out what happened.

He's crying. There's smoke.

I sang to him.

He liked that.

♪ Twinkle, twinkle little star ♪

♪ How I wonder where you... ♪

Maybe we ought to come
back, Mr. Bender.

I guess they have those smoke
alarm things for a reason.

I'm going to hell, aren't I?

Hey, you didn't know.

And I'm supposed
to make people laugh.

Some joke, isn't it?

Was there anybody else
in the room with you when...?

Fred and Birgit.

Just them?

Yeah, why?

You ever have any problems

with either one of them?

No, they've been with me
for years. We're family.

Speaking of which,

where's Robbie's mother?

I don't know.

I adopted him.

A year ago.

Not what I expected.

Ah, give the guy
a break. He's in shock.

"Twinkle twinkle little star"

while your place
is burning down.
I don't know.

Yeah, you're right.
He should have
done a few jokes.

The guy didn't know
which way was up.

All I'm saying is he was
pretty quick on the trigger

when we asked him who
was in the room with him.

I'm just thinking maybe

there's somebody
in his entourage

who didn't want to go along with
that "fog of smoke" story.

Remind me again. What
are we investigating?

Potential arson.
Dead kid.

Monty moved in about a year ago

when the hotel business
was down the toilet.

But his money spends
pretty good.

In up times we have a policy
against rock stars,

movie stars, most anyone
who attracts a crowd.

I got to tell you, though,

Monty's been the prefect guest.

Polite, quiet,
never a complaint.

He got a lot of people
coming and going?

Not as many as Eminem.

Business still isn't
where it should be.

Anyway, Fred and Birgit
have the adjoining rooms.

Harvey was never a problem.

Wait, who's Harvey?

Masseur.

What, is there
something wrong with him?

I don't care what a guy does in
his private life,

but Harvey's never going
to be a starting linebacker

for the Giants,
if you know what I mean.

Yeah, I think
I've figured it out.

You're saying
Monty's gay.

Don't ask, don't tell.

But if I had his money,
a guy named Harvey

wouldn't be touching
any part of my body.

And you tell me--

if you were single
and had Monty's money,

would you adopt a kid?

Would you happen to know
if Harvey was around

before the fire?

Sorry. Hold on.

The SOS from Monty's room

came in at 10:17:02.

Harvey showed up, looks like,

40 minutes before that.

How can you tell?

Big brother is always watching.

Monty had me issue Harvey his
very own key to the room.

Okay, okay, I was there.

I was, I was in the room.

But I showed up to give Monty
his massage,

but he was too busy
playing with Robbie.

So you left?
That's right.

That's the story
you're sticking with?

That's what happened.

Well, what was going on in the
room before the baby fell?

How would I know?
I wasn't there.

You know what I think
is odd, Harvey?

One guy giving another guy
the key to his hotel room.

And I told you,
I work for Monty.

Yeah, I know.
That's what you told us.

What are you implying?

What do you think?

Okay, I'm gay.

You happy?

I'm thrilled.

But my relationship with Monty
is purely professional.

Sure it is-- which is
why I'd be out of line

to think that you and Monty

were otherwise engaged
when Robbie fell.

Monty isn't gay.

Harvey, help yourself out,
talk to us.

This isn't about
the fire, is it?

This isn't about Robbie.

My contract has
a non-disclosure clause.

I'll have to return everything
he's paid me over the years.

Bad news.

That won't hold up
in a criminal trial.

The good news is, there's not
that much to buy in Attica.

All right, man,
we tried.

You want us to call your lawyer?

Wait, I, I, I haven't
done it in years.

We know that.

But you'll be a lot better off
if you tell us about it.

I was just the "talent scout."

You expect us to believe that?

I never touched those kids.

Okay, Harvey.
Start from the beginning.

I...

I drove the truck.

What truck?

Monty bought
an ice-cream truck.

I drove it.

What did Monty do?

He looked through
the peepholes at the kids.

When he saw one he liked,

I'd invite the parents up
to his estate in the Berkshires.

And the parents
would bring their kids?

But I never laid
a hand on one of them.

You trying to tell me

the parents know
what's going down?

People get around fame
and they get stupid.

No, standing on line
to see Madonna is stupid.

This is a felony.

So what exactly did
the massage guy say

that Monty was doing
with the kids?

They played-- only
he wasn't invited

to see what game
they were playing.

Any complaints
about Monty before?

Like I said, people
get around fame

and they get stupid.

They probably thought
of it as an honor

that the great Monty
Bender chose their kid.

Or maybe they
just didn't know.

Always the cockeyed
optimist, huh?

Listen, when it
comes to parents

offering up their
kids for sex, yes.

Is this guy reliable?

He looked too
scared to lie.

How are we doing
on the dead baby?

We haven't heard
from the arson guys yet.

Well, if we can't

get him on murder,

pederasty is
a pretty good second.

You just don't
wake up one day

and decide you like
little boys.

Look, they say
the only one

who knows a comic
is another comic.

Guy walks into a bar
with a thing.

What thing?

No, you don't get it.

It was one of Monty's
old routines.

And that's funny?

How much do you
get a picture?

Do I hear a little
envy, Larry?

Mr. Miller.

I'm kidding, Ed. God.

You got me.

Yeah, but you still
don't get it.

Comics, we don't do
what we do for the money.

What do you
do it for?

I can't speak for Monty,

but then again,
I don't drive a stick.

Now, that's funny.

It wasn't
supposed to be.

Look, if Monty
double-parked again,

I wasn't there.

Well, I'm afraid
it's a little bit

more serious than that.

Littering?

Little boys.

America's
a wonderful place, isn't it?

We love the underdog.

We cheer him on
all the way up the mountain.

Then as soon as he
gets to the top,

we enjoy nothing more than
kicking the son of a bitch off

and stomping him
into the ground.

The ones who are
pedophiles, yeah.

Monty and I
had a couple of drinks

after a couple of shows
a couple of decades ago.

And you
became a couple?

What, you went out
and chased women?

You know, good comics
look at the world

and see a funny place.

Great comics look
at the world and don't.

I heard rumors.

What kind
of rumors?

I heard some kid...

accused him
of inappropriate behavior.

Like using
the wrong fork?

I don't think
Monty would pay

seven figures to
cover that up.

Then again, it's
still a rumor.

Is there anybody who
can verify that?

Well... his old
business manager

used to be Marvin Fowler.

Now there's a guy you
could chase women with.

Damn, I wonder what
a $200 haircut looks like.

Kind of like a $400 car wash.

I believe they call that
"detailing."

I just got off the phone
with the arson investigator.

He still hasn't determined
if the fire was accidental.

I wonder if Monty accidentally
wrote a million-dollar check

to Mr. John Mireles
on August 27th, 1997.

Mireles? Mireles.

Wait a minute.

Yeah, Monty paid him

a half a million dollars
every August since--

all from his
personal account,

all for entertainment.

And I thought
a Knicks game was expensive.

Well, Allan Houston
doesn't threaten

to drag your ass to jail.

Talk to him.

I haven't thought

about Monty in years.

Excuse me.

Any particular reason?

Well, you know how
this business is.

We're all like Gypsies.

You're like family for six weeks

and then you don't
speak for six years.

You're an actor?

A writer.

Monty's second picture.

Wait, you wrote
The Wicked Stepson?

Wow, I thought Monty wrote
all his stuff himself.

Oh, well, that's his
image, the auteur.

Sit down.

I wrote a script
as a hobby and he bought it--

lock, stock, and barrel.

What? As long as
you didn't tell anybody?

Well, anyway,
the last time I saw him,

he handed me
a million-dollar check.

I'm sorry.

My son is ill.

You didn't offer them anything?

No, no, no, we're fine.

How old
is your son?

Davey's almost six.

He's your
only child?

No, Sammy's 17.

He's a freshman
at Hudson.

He must
have gotten

quite a kick out of his old man

working with Monty Bender.

Ah, I don't think
he even remembers.

If you don't
mind me prying,

why the $500,000
every year since?

Royalties.

I'm sure we could
have made more,

but a bird in the hand...

All right,
you're Joe Citizen, right?

A couple of detectives
show up at your door

asking questions.
What do you do?

You mean after
I flush my stash?

Dude didn't even ask
us why we were there.

This Monty thing's been
all over the front page.

If it was me,
I'd at least pretend

to care about how
he was holding up.

I think it's time to talk
to Mireles son number one.

My parents... I don't really

talk to them that much.

Yeah, my kid
calls me all the time

to tell me how much
I screwed up her life.

I'm cool.

You get wireless Internet
on that, Sammy?

Yeah, sure.

Do you mind?

Free country.

Been wanting
to get me one of these.

Well, this is nice.

My parents do
something wrong?

No, we're
just looking

into a Monty Bender
and their names came up.

Monty? What'd he do?

Make another crappy movie?

I think you know
what he did, Sammy.

Huh?

Little birdie told us

that he's into some
pretty weird stuff.

Well, how would I know?

I never even met the dude.

Look, I got to go, okay?

Peace.

The boy's a little off center.

Show me a teenager
who isn't.

Yup?

All right, you got it.

It's the M.E.

She wants to talk to us.

Every bone
in his body was broken.

A 12-story
fall will do that.

The story is that Monty
held him out the window

because the room was
filled with smoke?

Uh-huh. Something
wrong with that?

There's no smoke
in his lungs.

Well, they said
they had a towel over his head.

Young pink lungs like his,

it really shouldn't
make a difference.

There should be
some indication.

Wait, hold on.

We saw the room.

Look, all I
can tell you

is this little guy
may not have been

in the room while
it was burning.

Because the baby was
murdered, that's why.

That's crazy. Why
would Monty kill Robbie?

That's what I want
you to tell m.

But there's nothing to tell.

Damn it!

A kid is dead!

Did you miss the day
in stylist school

when they taught you
that covering up a murder

is just as bad as doing

the murder yourself?

What makes you
think I'm covering?

There was no smoke
in the baby's lungs,

which means he was
dead before the fire.

Birgit, I can work with you now,

but later...

Okay.

Monty panicked.

He held Robbie out the window

before the room
was totally filled with smoke.

I hope that son of a bitch
is paying you a lot.

All three of them
have the same story.

That's what a large

bank account gets you.

Van Buren.

You're sure?

Thanks.

Well, that
makes us 0 for 4.

Arson investigator says
he can't conclude either way.

So this bastard's
going to walk?

Uh, maybe not.

I checked the web.

For what--
millionaire
perverts?

No, I googled
Sammy Mireles.

Don't ask.

Now, his name was all over

this one website,
Upyourbutt.net.

Now, in a deposition
from a civil suit

against Monty Bender,
he said...

Do I want to hear this?

"Monty touched my penis
with his mouth."

The answer is no.

Pick him up.

Hey, funny man.

Can't this wait?

No, It can't.

You should know
better than anybody,

timing is everything.

Monty Bender, you're under
arrest for sexual abuse.

Hey, stylist,

what should he wear
to a felony trial?

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will

be used against you
in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot
afford one...

Docket number 675834,
People v. Montgomery Bender.

Charge is Sexual Abuse
in the First Degree.

Shame on you.

The charges aren't just
speculative, Your Honor,

they're outlandish.
Mr. Bender happens to be...

I know exactly who he is.

Then you'll know he's a target

for any nutjob who wants to put
a couple of bucks in his pocket.

Can I take that
as a "Not Guilty?"

That's correct, Judge.

The People request remand,
Your Honor.

That's a little harsh,
don't you think,

considering you don't have
a complaining witness?

The "nutjob" in this case
was 11 years old

at the time of the illegal act.

It's understandable that
he's a little hesitant.

Because nothing happened.

Bail is set at $1 million,

and you'll be happy to know,
Mr. Bender,

that ten of those dollars
are mine.

More if you get a piece
of the popcorn.

Next.

What is it, Jack?

"Go After the Rich
and Famous Week?"

The baby died;
it was an unfortunate accident,

but this sex thing
looks an awful lot

like a prosecutorial vendetta.

I'm just cleaning up a mistake
made five years ago.

I already cleaned up
that mistake.

And how much did
it cost you?

Aah, being wealthy is a curse.

Look, to these people,
I was easy money.

Make up some
fantastic allegations,

sure, Monty'll pay,
rather than be ruined.

Your masseur told me about

your adventures
in an ice-cream truck.

Do you have any idea
what kind of crowd would form

if I sat in the front seat?

I think you're
missing the point.

Look, I'm going
to save you

a little time here.

I like children.
They make me happy.

I like to make them happy.

But I don't do anything
without their parents' approval.

I wouldn't hurt a child.

Before we get too excited,
there is a little matter

of the five years
that have passed

since the Mireles kid's
allegations.

Turns out the bell
on the statute of limitations

rang three months ago.

That would be true

if your client hadn't continued

to pay the Mireleses
for their silence.

That makes it an ongoing
conspiracy to commit a felony.

It's an out-of-court
settlement

of a civil lawsuit.

There is no crime in that.

There is if the payment was
to not file criminal charges.

And if you don't think
the jury will buy that,

you'd better take a refresher
course in trial practice.

You're good,
but not good enough.

Before you start
arguing jurisdiction,

the annual payments were sent

to the Mireleses
right here in
New York County.

My motion to dismiss.

Samuel Mireles's deposition
was part of a sealed record.

It was on the Internet.

And how it
got there,

nobody knows.

Fact is, it wasn't legally.

Bottom line,
it's not admissible.

"Upyourbutt.net"?

I don't think that's what
Bill Gates had in mind.

You got to love
the First Amendment.

It's not what you think.

That's comforting.

It's a Web site
like TheSmokingGun.

People post facts, figures,
theories about everything,

from the Kennedy assassination
to vote-counting in Florida.

In other words,
not-for-attribution nonsense.

Only the facts
we are talking about

were uttered by Sammy Mireles
under oath in front

of a court reporter.

Perhaps.

Upyourbutt.net
is owned by RTQ-Corp,

which is owned
by Parkman Technology,

which is owned by F-Tel,
a Fortune 500 company.

If it weren't true,
don't you think

Monty would have already
filed suit for libel?

The material in question was
on a free-access Internet site.

It was available
to the public,
it was in plain view...

For any police officer

who happened to be
on a fishing expedition.

The detectives had
reason to believe...

They were investigating
the unfortunate
and accidental death

of my client's baby...

Can I talk?

One of Mr. Bender's employees
told the police

that he was in the habit
of bringing young boys

to his country home
for illicit purposes.

Richard Gere,
Tom Cruise,

John Travolta, all famous,
all subject to rumors.

Now, it's bad enough
that a lascivious public

feels compelled to involve
themselves in such slander.

The state shouldn't

be permitted
to hop on board.

This is hardly a rumor, Your
Honor, it's a court document.

Which was sealed
for a reason.

Then how did it get
onto the Internet?

That is the crux of my argument.

What is the purpose
of sealing a document

if any court employee
with a perverse grudge

can offer it up for all to see?

The fact is, it's available
to the public,

it should be available
to the state.

To read, sure, but not to use
as evidence in my courtroom.

The document is out.

Which leaves the state

with no evidence whatsoever
against my client.

Mr. McCoy?

Given time...

That's what
I thought.

Case dismissed.

I'm not surprised.

Excuse me?

Oh, come on, Jack.
How can we trust anything

on something called
upyourbutt.net?

It was a legitimate
court document.

Well, if it's legitimate,
it was sealed for a reason.

An 11-year-old certainly
has the right

to keep the facts surrounding
his molestation private.

He also has the right
to go public if he wants.

You think Sammy
posted the document?

Somebody had to.

Man, why don't you people
get off my back?

I just have
a few questions.

All of a sudden Monty's
a part of my life?

After what he did to you?

Man, he didn't do anything.

My father wrote his flick.

Somehow, I doubt that.

Look, I know that you sued
Monty for molesting you, so...

What are you
talking about?

I read it on the Internet.

How did it...

I was wondering
if you put it there.

Why would I do something
stupid like that?

Because it's tough keeping
something like that inside.

Because now that
you're older,

you realize that Monty
should be punished.

I don't need a shrink, lady.

He should be punished
for what he did to you.

I got over that a long time ago.

You were 11 when it happened.

I bet it was your parents...

Look, I don't know about
your parents, but mine love me.

All right?

If someone laid a hand on me, my
father would kill them himself.

Just leave me alone.

He's confused and angry.

I don't think
he posted the deposition.

So testifying against Bender
is out of the question?

I think he'd like it
if it all went quietly away.

And the wheel
goes round.

He's a kid, he's allowed
to be selfish.

But the parents aren't.

Monty was paying them,
not Sammy.

They're part
of the conspiracy.

You want to charge his parents
for molesting him?

I want someone to testify
against Monty Bender.

Call Van Buren.

Oh, let me get my husband.

That's a good idea.

Lucy Mireles, you're under
arrest for sexual abuse.

What?
You have the right
to remain silent.

Stop! That's hurting me!
Anything you say

can be used against
you in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,
one will be provided for you.

What's going on?

You like prison
movies? I love them.

Write about
what you know.

What are you talking about?

You're under arrest
for sexual abuse.

This is all a mistake.
Stay with Davey.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you do say

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

They pled not guilty
and are threatening to sue us

for malicious prosecution.

Who's representing them?

You're going to love this.

Something tells me
this isn't a coincidence.

Something tells me this is
your attempt at leverage.

There was a civil suit between
Sammy Mireles and Monty Bender.

You cannot turn this
into a criminal case.

I guess we'll let
a jury decide that.

They accepted money to keep
this case away from the police.

That's not what happened.
Lucy, please.

Okay, you get a gold star
for creativity,

but you've still got
a problem of evidence.

Sammy's not going to testify,
Monty's not going to testify.

The deposition
was already tossed.

In the case against Monty.

He was a party
to the civil suit.

Sammy's parents weren't.

Why do you want to
ruin my son's life?

If you agree to testify,

I guarantee that Monty Bender
will accept a deal.

Sammy will never see the inside
of a courtroom.

Well, that's a hell
of an assumption.

I see where your
loyalties lie, James.

I hope he's paying you more
than he paid his masseur.

No case, start name calling.

Mrs. Mireles, a horrible
thing happened to your son.

From where I sit,
this is not a tough choice.

Do you want justice
for your son,

or do you want to
keep Monty Bender

in the pedophilia business,

with a nice hunk of his earnings
coming your way?

Then again, perhaps this
is a tough choice for you.

But trust me.

The D.A.'s office is not
going to let this go away.

Don't say a word, Lucy.

What?

He offered
to pay you more money?

Bastard.

No, John.

Do you want to know
why we took his money?

Lucy...

Our younger son, he's sick.

He was born
with a deformed heart.

We didn't have insurance.

We couldn't pay
the doctor's bills.

We had to take his money.

Davey would have died
if we didn't.

What would any parent have done?

So Mrs. McGillicutty
had two boys.

One sat on the front porch
all day,

and the other one went out
and did the hunting

for food, for dinner.

The War Between the States
broke out, and one day

the sarge showed up,
knocked on the door and says,

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I'm going
to have to take one of your sons

into battle with me.
It's your choice."

What does she do?

It's hardly the same thing.

Yeah, she looked
the old sarge

straight in the eye and, without
hesitating for a second, said,

"You know, my husband's down
by the fishing pond. Take him."

Now, that's natural.
That's human.

These people sacrificed
one boy for the other.

At least they're both alive.

We're prosecutors,

Serena, not social workers.

This is great.

I'm the only one in this room
who doesn't have a kid.

Why am I the only one
who understands

the impossible position
these people were in?

The reason someone commits
a criminal act is irrelevant.

You can't
honestly say

you wouldn't have done
the exact same thing

if these were
your grandchildren.

I wouldn't have let
my grandchildren play

with a 35-year-old stranger.

Please. They couldn't have
known what would happen.

This wasn't parenting,
it was monstrous indifference.

There's one kid dead.

Which, as far as we can
tell, was an accident.

Besides, it had nothing
to do with the Mireleses.

"Monstrous indifference."
I like that.

We'd drive by school yards,
playgrounds,

places we knew
kids would be.

In the ice cream truck?

That's right.

Uh, I'd sell the ice cream.

And what did Mr. Bender do
while you were

serving the kids?

He had this little compartment
off to the side of the counter.

And he had holes drilled
into the side of the truck
so he, he could watch.

The kids?

Yes.

And what would typically
happen after that?

If there was a boy he liked,
he would signal to me,

and I would leave the truck,

and I would get friendly
with their parents,

and I would tell them
that Monty would like
to invite them

and their son to his estate
in the Berkshires.

Was Sammy Mireles
one of these kids?

Yes.

So you spoke to his parents?

His mother.

And what did
you tell her?

That Monty liked
to help out city kids.

That he wanted to give her son
a weekend in the country.

Did she accept?

Yes.

So the next weekend
I drove Mrs. Mireles

and Sammy up to Monty's estate.

Monty had this big meal ready.

Stuff all kids
would like.

Pizza, ice cream, candy.

And then after, he took Sammy
into his playroom,

and I took his mom on a tour.

Did she express any concern
whatsoever?

No.

She seemed just happy
to be out of the city.

What was in the playroom?

Every game you could imagine.

Anything else?

A bed.

Did you ever accompany
Mr. Bender

and Sammy into the playroom?

No.

So you never actually
saw what went on?

No.

So as far as you know,

Sammy and Mr. Bender may have
actually played video games.

I guess.

Did Mrs. Mireles ever
set foot in the playroom?

No.

Why wouldn't I go up there?

It was dirty and hot and
disgusting in the city.

So this was just a little
getaway for the weekend?

Yes, mostly
for Sammy.

He begged me to let him go.

Did he want to go
without you?

That was out of the question.

My husband and I
discussed it,

and he said I deserved

a little time away
from our baby.

So you didn't see
anything

off-color in
Mr. Bender's invitation?

Of course not.

He seemed like a nice man.
Famous.

I had no reason
not to trust him.

So when did you first learn

that Mr. Bender allegedly

touched your son
inappropriately?

The next morning.

I slept in a big guest bedroom.

Sammy slept in the playroom.

And what happened?

I went looking for Sammy,
and I couldn't find him.

He was locked in a bathroom.

I thought I heard him crying.

Did he tell you why?

He said he didn't like
Monty anymore.

He said Monty touched him
in bad places.

And what did you
do after that?

I found Monty.

And I asked him how

he could do such a thing.

And when we got home,
my husband said we should sue.

Now, you eventually
dropped the lawsuit.

Isn't that true?

Yes.

Sammy told us that things
really didn't happen

the way he said
in his deposition.

It wasn't really that bad,
he said.

He didn't want to follow through
with the lawsuit,

and that's when Mr. Bender
agreed to give us the money.

So you never went
to the police?

I knew it was wrong,
but our son Davey,

the doctors said that he would
need at least three operations.

We had no way to pay for it.

They said he would die

if we didn't
do something.

And Mr. Bender's

money paid for
those operations?

That's right.

Eight of them.

You didn't think it was strange
that a man in his 30s

wanted to play with
your 11-year-old son?

No. Why would I?

Who thinks about those things

with someone like Mr. Bender?

I see.

Did you let Sammy walk to school
by himself?

Of course not.

Go to the movies?

No.

Ball game?

No.

Why not?

Because something
could happen.

A stranger might hurt him.

This was different.

Why?

Because he's famous?

Yes.

Because he's rich?

We saw him on TV and movies.

We felt like we knew him.

I don't really see the
distinction, but that's okay.

Now, you say you
took the money

to get medical treatment for
your younger son, is that right?

Yes.

And all you
had to do

was drop the suit and not
notify the police?

What happened to Sammy happened.

There was nothing
I could do about it.

I needed the money.

You needed the money?

What about Sammy?
Wasn't he the victim here?

Tell me,

where were you living when
you first met Mr. Bender?

119th and First.

Spanish Harlem.

Where do you live now?

Riverside Drive.

Certainly moving up
in the world.

Objection.

Withdrawn.

What did your husband do
for a living back then?

He washed dishes.

And now?

He goes to school.

So it appears

that your sick son isn't
the only one who benefited
from Mr. Bender's generosity.

We never would

have touched his money
if Davey didn't need it.

I see.

You're just collaterally
venal.

Objection, Your Honor.

Withdrawn.

I was 11.

It was the greatest place
I'd ever seen.

So you enjoyed yourself?

Sure. At first.

What changed?

I mean, I had a great time.

Monty had every toy
and game in the world.

We played until late.

And then
what happened?

I fell asleep.

That's not what you told
your mother, is it?

No.

Why were you locked
in the bathroom crying?

I had such
a good time,

I thought about Davey
and I got sad.

Why didn't you tell that

to your mother?

Because I heard her
cry herself to sleep

every night about Davey.

I didn't want
to make her sadder.

So, you made up
a story?

In school they taught us
to watch out for perverts.

It's the first thing
I could think of.

Hmm.

Did you tell this to
Detectives Briscoe and Green

when they interviewed you?

No.

ADA Southerlyn?

No.

Why not?

I don't know.

But you're telling it now
because

you don't want your parents
to go to jail?

That's what happened.

Did you ever tell your parents
the truth?

No. I didn't want them
to give back the money.

We needed it for Davey...

For Davey, I know.

If Monty actually did
this stuff to me,

why would I stay
two more nights?

We didn't leave
until Monday night.

Why not stay the whole week?

I had school.

So you were having
enough fun

to miss one day but not five?

It was Labor Day weekend.

There was no school on Monday.

Did you ever receive any
of Mr. Bender's money?

It was for Davey.

But you were going to college...

Your Honor, may I resume
my cross tomorrow?

Any objections,
Mr. Granick?

Uh, no, Judge.

Court is recessed
until tomorrow.

When was the first check
written to the Mireleses?

August 27, 1997.

Round them all up.

Okay, I think everyone
in this room

has a right to know
what's going on.

Jack, you're losing.

I'm the one who should
be acting arrogant.

The weekend you spent
at Bender's estate,

you sure it was
Labor Day weekend?

That's what I said.

You don't want
to check your calendar?

What's he talking
about?

While you're at it,
you might want to
explain perjury to him.

I know what it is.

I'm telling the truth.

No, you're not.

But that's irrelevant
right now.

Sammy...

your parents were paid
a million dollars...

the week before you went up
to Monty's estate.

No way.

Let's go.

This check was dated
August 27.

Labor Day in '97
was September 1.

That has nothing
to do with anything.

You sold me?

It wasn't like that.

What was it like?

It was only
one time, Sammy.

We did it for Davey.

What about me?!

I was 11 years old!

You knew what he was
going to do to me?!

You weren't going to die.

What do you call this?

We'll talk
about this later.

Like hell.

Can-can I testify again?

He wanted to have
a pillow fight.

Where were you?

He called it the playroom.

It was fun.

Until?

He kind of tackled me
onto the bed

and started rubbing
me all over.

Did you tell him to stop?

I was 11.

I didn't know what to do.

I didn't want to make
him feel bad.

He kept telling me how much
he loved me.

He rubbed my hair
over and over

and said that
I was beautiful.

What else do
you remember?

There was, like,
this tile ceiling.

I remember staring at it.

The way the light hit it,
I could see stuff,

like faces looking back at me.

So I stared at the faces
the whole time.

The whole time what?

The whole time...
he did oral sex to me.

And after that?

We had ice cream.

I saw my mother look
into the kitchen.

I called out to her,
but she wouldn't come in.

The next morning when
you told your mom

what happened,
what did she say?

She told me to keep
my mouth shut.

That this was our only chance.

She knew.

She set the
whole thing up.

She knew exactly what he was
going to do to me

before he did it.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

have you reached a verdict?

Yes, Your Honor, we have.

On the sole count
of the indictment,

conspiracy to commit
sexual abuse

in the first degree,
how do you find?

We find the defendants,
John and Lucy Mireles,

guilty as charged.

Monty was arrested,
charged with sexual abuse

and denied bail.

All in front of a phalanx
of paparazzi, I hope.

Phalanx and a half.

At last we have someone
to testify against him.

Looks like being rich and famous

doesn't get you as far
as it used to.

The Mireleses knew it might
come to this

when they made their choice.

No, Jack, I don't think that
they were going to go to jail.

The one thing I can't
get out of my head

is that they did this
to keep their kid alive.

And now he's going to have
to grow up without them.

He's better off.

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