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by two separate
yet equally important groups,

by two separate
yet equally important groups,

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

If I ever again agree to attend another
charity concert,

please break this thumb.

They're donating
their time.

It didn't help with you
snoring along out of tune.

Maybe if the sopranos removed one piece of
clothing with each aria.

You have no idea how lucky we were to get
tickets.

Maria Matera hasn't performed outside of
Europe...

Oh, God!

We heard a loud bang,
and there they were.

We didn't see
anyone else.

Nobody ran out
of the alley?

No. And we were
in there right away.

The door to the alley goes through the
building and out onto 55th Street.

You checked it out?

I used to wait in that alley to try and
get autographs.

Meet Stuart Wattman.

His driver's license says he's 52. Shot
once through the chest.

He was dead when
the uniforms showed up.

What about the woman?

Lianne Crosby, 44. She was rolled to Beth
Eden E.R.

Shoulder wound.

Anybody talk to her?

She was unconscious.

One shot, two down?

Through him,
through the girlfriend.

Found a .357 slug here.

You should take a look at the tunnel it
left through this guy.

I'll take
your word for it.

Hmm, the shooter didn't have time to take
his gold watch.

No time for the wallet,
or the lady's purse either.

Maybe he had all
the time he needed.

Stuart went out for a cigarette. I went to
join him.

I heard Stuart
arguing with someone.

Who with?

I don't know.

I stepped into the alley,
there was a loud bang.

Next thing, paramedics were
putting me on a stretcher.

Was it a mugging?

We don't think so. Uh...

How long have you and Mr. Wattman been
dating?

Dating!
Stuart Wattman?

No. Stuart was a walker.

Uh, an escort.

I'm a widow. Stuart was just an arm to
hang on to.

And what were
you to him?

A free ticket. A ride.

My driver and I
picked him up.

What time was that?

7:45. Uh, almost didn't make it to the
concert in time.

Did Stuart ever talk about having problems
with anybody?

No. We kept the conversation very light.

Stuart had
a complicated life.

Complicated how?

Well, he tried telling me
about his boyfriends once,

but I couldn't follow it.

Look at this place.

I thought this guy
was loaded.

I mean, he always
had a suit and a tie on.

So do I.

Yeah, but the women this guy got, real
high-class stuff.

They'd come to
pick him up.

Well, from what we understood, Wattman was
gay.

Mr. Wattman? No way.

The other night, outside,
he had this argument

with some guy over a broad named Pamela.
This guy was pissed.

Who was this other guy?

I don't know. Some famous guy. Orenstein.

Uh, I see his picture
in the paper all the time.

Orenstein?

Jeremy Orenstein?

Poor Lianne Crosby.
Her husband drowns,

Crosby Maritime nosedives on the NASDAQ,
and now this.

Talk about bad luck.

Stuart Wattman,
now that's bad luck.

Well, yes, yes. Stuart.

What was your
relationship with him?

My relationship?

I set an example for Stuart.

But the poor man never
had the right equipment.

I beg your pardon?
Uh...

Stuart always wore the same
two Calvin Klein tuxedos.

I have seven,
Armanis, Zegnas,

and a custom one by Loro Piana.

And cufflinks.

You can never have
enough cufflinks.

Stuart never had enough,
or the proper kind.

You got close enough
to check?

When you're a walker, you develop an eye
for such things.

A witness saw you and Stuart having an
argument

about three days ago
outside his apartment.

I wouldn't be surprised.

Over some woman
named Pamela?

That's between
Stuart and me.

And now, us.

All right.

Pamela Marks told me that Stuart hit her
up for 20 grand.

A loan, which I'm sure he was never going
to repay.

How is that any
of your business?

Pamela told me Stuart threatened to spread
nasty rumors about her.

For a walker,
that's very bad form.

Who said anything
about $20,000?

The same person who told us Mr. Wattman
threatened to spread rumors about you.

Mrs. Marks, if we have to dig this up on
our own...

Now you're
threatening me?

All I'm saying is,
if you play ball with us,

we'll keep
a lid on things.

Stuart knew about my husband's and my...
Special interests.

What do you mean,
"Special"?

We have a vacation
home in Mustique.

I'm attracted to
the local talent.

We're not talking
about limbo dancing.

No. Paul, my husband,
he likes to watch.

This is beyond
embarrassing.

Did your husband know that Wattman was
shaking you down?

Yes.

Does he own a gun?
Of course not.

Where was he last night?

With me, at the Temple
of Dendur at the Met.

There was a benefit auction.

You're sure he was
with you all night?

Yes. I kept him
on a tight leash.

I thought Stuart
was going to be there.

Was he scheduled
to be there?

I heard he was walking Bunny Malone to the
auction.

I thought there
might be a scene.

Imagine my relief when Bunny showed up
with Bill Blass.

Bunny Malone confirmed she gave Stuart the
heave-ho at 7:30.

So until then, Mr. Wattman didn't know he
was going to the concert.

Neither would
whoever shot him.

They'd be waiting
for him at the auction.

Well, what calls did he make after Ms.
Malone dumped him?

LUDs show four. Probably trolling for a
date.

His last call
was Lianne Crosby.

So that's when he found out he was gonna
be at the concert.

Maybe the shooter followed him from his
apartment.

Mrs. Crosby picked
him up in her car,

doorman didn't see
anybody waiting.

Well, who knew Lianne Crosby
was going to the concert?

She got her tickets
three weeks ago.

And she was just an innocent bystander to
the shooting?

So she says.

See if the lab rats
can straighten it out.

A walker is supposed
to hold the door,

hold your coat,
and hold his tongue.

I hear Stuart was
two for three.

Probably what
got him killed.

We don't think he was
the intended victim.

What do you mean?

Our lab technicians
found your blood

on the front
of Mr. Wattman's jacket.

I don't follow.

Well, it seems Mr. Wattman was behind you.

You were facing
the shooter.

Simply put, Mrs. Crosby, it didn't happen
the way you said it did.

I turned the corner,
I got shot.

I... I don't know
who was where.

Maybe you should tell us
who'd want to hurt you.

There's no one.

Mrs. Crosby,

whoever tried to kill you
is liable to do it again.

Who'd want me killed?

I have no enemies.

Go.

Charming as she is,
she's full of it.

The Orenstein guy said the Crosby family
business took a bath on Wall Street.

That's gotta make for
a lot of unhappy people.

Lianne sold every share she inherited from
Henry Crosby.

Investors panicked.

The stock fell
60% in a week.

Why'd she sell?

Since her husband died. She felt the
company wasn't a safe bet anymore.

Was she right?

No. Oppenheimer's moved us from a
hold to a buy.

So, a lot of people lost their money for
nothing.

Yes. If Lianne
hadn't been distracted,

she might have realized that she was
making a mistake.

Distracted by what,
her husband's death?

She seems to have
gotten over that.

She's been seeing someone since just after
Mr. Crosby died.

How do you know this?

The Crosby family keeps a yacht at
Surfside Marina.

The company charters it
for business purposes.

Mrs. Crosby has been using it for other
purposes.

Kline tell you that?
I should've known.

Open your yap to a suit, it comes right
back to bite you in the ass.

Pays to be discreet, huh?

Mr. Kline wanted to know how often Mrs.
Crosby used the boat.

What was I supposed to say?

What did you say?

I told him.
Every other week.

She spends a couple of hours. Her driver
drops her off in the afternoon.

And her boyfriend,
what, he swims in?

He drives a motorcycle.
A kid in his 20s.

You know his name?
No.

License plate on the bike?

Don't know. It was
an old English bike.

What the Tommies used
in World War II.

How long they
been meeting?

Since three months ago.

And the last time?

Week ago.

I heard this screaming
coming from the boat,

and then the kid gets on his bike and
drives off.

Looked like somebody
spit in his breakfast.

Am I speaking on a frequency you can't
hear?

I've told you. Whoever it was shot at
Stuart, not me.

Maybe we're the ones who aren't getting
through, Mrs. Crosby.

We know you've been
having an affair

ever since
your husband died.

Where did you hear that?

A witness has seen you
with a young man

every other week
on your boat.

I want the name
of this witness.

You had an argument last week
with this young man.

I did not. Is this what you do with our
tax dollars,

dredge up gossip?

Look, you're not helping yourself by
protecting him.

I have a plane
to catch.

Mrs. Crosby...
What? I can't leave?

Sure.

Just, uh,
in case we need you,

you mind telling us
where you're going?

Saratoga Springs.
The sooner the better.

A World War II era
English bike?

Yeah. He said the kind the British army
used to ride.

This guy would know?

He looks like he could've been there for
D-Day.

He said it was painted
a flat olive green,

no chrome and, uh,
cat's eye headlamp.

BSA M20. Not too many
of those in the U.S.

How many we talking about?

Fully restored?
I wouldn't know.

Maybe my database
has something.

We scan in the classifieds of motorcycle
magazines and newspapers.

Lots of stolen
bikes and parts

get unloaded
through the classifieds.

Here we go.

Ad six weeks ago,
Vintage Wheels magazine.

"Wanted, rebuilt carb
for war-era BSA M20.

"Also front fender
license blade."

"Dennis."
Manhattan number.

Sorry to keep you
waiting, Detectives.

Why do you want
to speak to Denny?

Uh, he placed an ad
in a motorcycle magazine.

And they gave us
his name, Mrs...

Pollock. And which one
are you? Curtis?

Briscoe.

We just wanted to make sure it was the
same Dennis Pollock who placed the ad.

Uh, does he own
an antique motorcycle?

Yes. Is anything wrong?

No. We just need
to talk to him.

He's at work.

At the Thomas W. Hookstratten Foundation.
Named for my late husband.

What do you want to
talk to Denny about?

Well, we'd rather
discuss it with your son.

My son?
Dennis is my husband.

Excuse me. Are we talking about the same
guy?

Mid-twenties,
rides a BSA M20?

That's right.
He's 27.

And sometimes I ride
on the back. Excuse me.

Hey, she's
a beautiful woman.

Joyce called to tell me you wanted
to talk to me.

Something about
my motorcycle...

Well, not quite. Uh, do you know a Lianne
Crosby?

I know the name. Why?

Mr. Pollock, we'll get along a lot better
if we play straight with each other.

You've been seen
with Mrs. Crosby

on her boat
in the Surfside Marina

every other week
for the past few months.

If you're going to accuse me of cheating
on my wife,

the least you could do
is keep your voice down.

Yes, I've been
to the Surfside Marina

to look at boats for sale as a surprise
for my wife.

If that's your story.

So where were you
last Thursday night?

I was home.
Why, what happened?

Someone tried to shoot Mrs. Crosby and
ended up killing her escort instead.

Yeah. Just a week
after you were seen

having an argument
with her, on her boat.

That's not possible.
I've never even met her.

Where was
your wife Thursday?

She was at home, with me.
What are you implying?

Well, if we got the wrong impression about
you and Lianne Crosby,

maybe your wife did, too.

Can someone verify
that she was at home?

I can.

Mr. Pollock?

Excuse me, I have
people waiting for me.

You're trying to tell me Joyce Pollock
took a shot at...

How old is she?

64 according to her bio.

Widowed three years ago
with 40 million bucks.

And her new
husband's 27?

Damn. Some girls
are just born lucky.

This one might be ready to kill to hang on
to her little stroke of luck.

With a .357?

Her father was lieutenant
governor of Idaho.

Here's a picture of her
hunting elk at age 12.

She own any guns now?

We put in a request
for permits.

All this assuming
there was an affair.

The dockmaster said the only boat
the kid was interested in

was Lianne Crosby's.
Especially the cabin.

What's this?

"Joyce Pollock has announced the
appointment of Dennis Pollock

"to the post of president
of Hookstratten Foundation."

Yeah, I bet
she's sorry now.

Maybe not. This is dated after Lianne
Crosby was shot.

After Joyce would've
known about the affair.

Mrs. Pollock felt that Dennis had earned
the job

because he single-handedly engineered the
sale of our timber lands

to the state of Maine.

It was a huge windfall
for the foundation.

You sound impressed.

Well, the kid's
come a long way.

When Joyce met him, he was sort of
dabbling in antiques.

Is Mrs. Pollock still
impressed with him?

What do you mean?

Well, any sign of trouble
in the marriage?

Oh, no, no, no. To the contrary. They're
very much in love.

And Joyce has full
confidence in Dennis.

You writing
a press release?

Listen, uh,
a few weeks ago,

Joyce had a very close call.

A broken gas heater in their country house
nearly killed her.

Was Dennis with her?

No, no. He was up
in Maine on business.

But he drove all night
to be with her.

It frightened him.

Your point being?

There was a prenup that kept Dennis away
from the Hookstratten money.

Joyce realized just how much Dennis really
loved her

and tore it up.

When was this?

Well, she signed an ovation
two days ago.

Sounds like Denny Pollock
has it made.

And if Lianne Crosby tried to upset the
apple cart for him...

You think that's what they were arguing
about on the boat?

It's a possibility.

List of gun permits
for Joyce Pollock.

Nine handguns?

She's Charlton Heston's
pin-up gal.

There's a .357 in there.

Well, maybe if we say please, she'll let
us take a look at it.

I'd wait until she's not there, then ask
the help.

There's two more in
the master bedroom.

There, .357.

It's dusty.

Lots of oil.

This thing hasn't been
fired in a long time.

Were you here on Thursday night last week?

I left at 8:30.

I put dinner in the fridge for Mrs.
Pollock.

She was upstairs.

And where was
Mr. Pollock?

Uh, he was here, too.

Where?

I'm not sure. Uh,
watching TV.

You really want to
lie to the police?

No.

He called at 7:00.
I answered the phone.

He was at the
motorcycle garage.

Woolly Pierce?

Don't pay any attention to them, Mr.
Nelson. They're cops,

probably sent here
by one of my exes.

Actually, it's
about Denny Pollock.

Man up front says you help him work on his
bike.

Keep loosening that clutch. Try not to
chip your fingernails.

They enjoy the abuse?

Part of the outlaw
biker mystique.

All included
in the hourly rate.

So what's up with Denny? He use the wrong
spoon for his soup?

We're investigating
him for a homicide.

Did you work with him
a week ago, Thursday night?

That was a long time ago.

Yeah. Same vintage as your prison record,
huh?

You want to add to it
by being a smartass?

Last Thursday,
what time did he leave?

Must've been around 8:00.
Who'd he shoot?

What makes you think
he shot anybody?

'Cause he told me he wanted
to get his hands on a piece.

And did he?

Some of the bikers that come through here
ain't as law abiding as me.

I heard he got himself one.

You hear what kind?
.357.

It's all over for you except for
the paperwork.

We're gonna find the gun, we're gonna
match it to the bullets.

You might as well give it up and make a
good impression on the D.A.

Look, you tried to save your marriage,
right?

That's going to be
worth something.

You have this lovely wife, your
biggest fan.

Practically handed you
the keys to the kingdom,

and this bitch, Lianne,
was gonna screw it up.

There was nothing
going on between us.

Come on, Denny. She was gonna make a fool
out of you.

Yeah? No guy should
have to put up with that.

Say hello
to Mr. Pollock's lawyer.

Are you all right?

My client is invoking
his right to silence.

The search of his office and home didn't
turn up a gun.

But his secretary told Lamotte that she
placed a call

for him yesterday
to Adirondack Air.

The guy was gonna
head for the hills.

Well, the airline booked six reservations
around the time Denny called,

but none in the name
of Pollock.

Okay, thanks. The person we couldn't reach

was some phony number.
An Alex Robson.

He booked a round trip to Saratoga Springs
for tomorrow.

That ring a bell?

Lianne Crosby is up
in Saratoga Springs.

There's also a motel room reserved in the
name of Alex Robson.

The kid was gonna
finish off Lianne Crosby.

Well, how was he gonna
get a gun on a plane?

Call that motel, see if they have a
package waiting for Mr. Robson.

Well, about time.
You all have a nice nap?

We've been busy, Mr. Metzler. Stand up,
Mr. Pollock.

Why? What's going on?

We found a gun your husband had
shipped to a motel in Saratoga Springs.

A .357 Magnum.

If at first you don't succeed, try, try
again, huh, kiddo?

Don't answer him, Dennis.

Make sure I get it
right, Counselor.

Hey, Dennis Pollock, you're under arrest
for murder.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be...

Ballistics confirmed the .357 found at the
motel

was the one used to
kill Stuart Wattman.

The gun in the package
addressed to Alex Robson.

Latent find any prints
on the package?

A dozen prints, none of them belonging to
Dennis.

The package was dropped off at a FedEx
service center in midtown,

paid for with cash.

And the flight reserved
by Alex Robson?

Guaranteed with a credit card
in the name of Alex Robson.

The police are
looking into it.

Terrific.

Why aren't we looking
for this Alex Robson?

Because our shooter
is Dennis Pollock.

He must've gotten his hands on some phony
ID,

probably from the same source that sold
him his gun.

Self-confidence
is a wonderful thing.

When you have a minute,
please inform Ms. Carmichael

of all the good works the Hookstratten
Foundation has done for the city.

Right.

Then I'll show her the memo listing all
the prominent New Yorkers

immune from prosecution.

Either put that gun
in Mr. Pollock's hands

or concede the motion
to dismiss.

The bank said
the credit card's legit.

The numbers and the name match Alex
Robson. P.O. Box in Atlanta.

And Mr. Robson hasn't reported his credit
card stolen?

This card hasn't been used
in the last 26 months,

except for the annual fees, which are paid
with money orders.

So, Mr. Robson,
whoever he is,

doesn't know there's a credit card out
there with his name on it.

Yeah. Assuming there
really is an Alex Robson.

There really is.

I ran the Social Security number on the
credit card account.

Belongs to Alex C. Robson,
71 years old.

They send his Social Security check every
month care of a bank in Jamaica.

Jamaica, West Indies?
Uh-huh.

Social Security says the checks haven't
been cashed in two years.

There's no phone listing for Alex Robson
anywhere in Jamaica.

Is he missing?

The Jamaican Consulate
is looking into it.

They said they'd get
back to me by Friday.

Two days too late.

If we can't connect Dennis Pollock to Alex
Robson and that package...

Judge Barry might grant
the motion to dismiss.

Margaret Barry?

Great. Just great.

They have a gun in a package addressed to
someone other than my client.

A plane reservation in the name of someone
other than my client.

We have a record of a phone call his
client made to Adirondack Air

at the same time
the reservation was made.

Your Honor, this might get Mr. McCoy
around the world in a hot air balloon,

but it's insufficient
to sustain a conviction.

Maybe if Mr. Robson
were on trial...

It's our belief Mr. Robson may be
the victim of foul play,

possibly at the hands
of Mr. Pollock.

Mr. McCoy, the dockmaster
at the Surfside Marina,

will he testify he actually saw the
defendant and Mrs. Crosby together?

He saw the defendant
in proximity to her boat

at a time he knew
Mrs. Crosby was on board.

And will the mechanic testify he saw the
defendant with a .357 magnum?

He will establish
the likelihood

the defendant obtained
such a handgun.

Sounds like a no, Mr. McCoy.

Thank you for wasting
this court's time.

Your Honor, we've gone to trial with just
this kind of evidence before.

Not in my court, you haven't.

Mr. Pollock, I'm dismissing
the indictment against you.

And after processing, you will be released
forthwith.

Mr. McCoy?

It was an accident.
He didn't mean to do it.

I met Denny a few weeks
after Henry died.

I wanted us to be together. I thought
that's what he wanted, too.

But he kept putting it off.

Finally, I threatened
to tell his wife.

That night at the concert, I went out for
a cigarette, and he was there.

We started arguing.
He pulled out a gun...

He threatened
to shoot you?

No, he... He was
just trying to scare me.

I... I tried to
take the gun away...

And just as I grabbed at it, he jerked his
arm and it went off.

And we didn't realize that Stuart had come
out looking for me.

I told Dennis
to run away.

It was just all
a stupid accident.

Why come forward now?

Why, I'm afraid.

Maybe Denny is unstable.

Now she comes forward?

Regardless, Your Honor, I think it's
sufficient to grant me leave

to represent the charges
against Mr. Pollock.

First of all, you shouldn't even be
talking to me ex parte.

Secondly, if and when your motion to
represent crosses my desk,

you better have a lot more
than that statement.

I want the dots connected.

Now excuse me.

Mr. Robson retired to Montego Bay four
years ago.

Last seen two years later, driving away
from the Royal Jamaican hotel in his car.

And what about his family?

He had no
immediately family.

His bank account was emptied by wire
transfer two days before he disappeared.

Transferred to where?

To a bank in Atlanta,
into an account in his name.

Did the Jamaican
police investigate?

Of course.

There was no body, no sign of foul play,
no laws broken.

Can I see
the police report?

The police made
every effort.

They interviewed
his acquaintances,

filed the customary reports
with the FBI, Interpol...

Excuse me, can I get
a copy of this?

Robson's friends
told the police

he was last seen in the company of an
American woman

he introduced as Lillian.
Blonde, 40-ish, attractive.

Lianne Crosby?

Sounds like.

The day Robson disappeared,

Jamaican customs has a Lillian Sobieski
leaving on a flight to Atlanta.

Three days later, Robson's Atlanta bank
account was cleaned out.

$200,000.

By Lillian Sobieski?

They don't know.

But within a few months,
Lianne turns up in New York.

And before you can say black widow, she's
become Mrs. Henry Crosby.

And now Robson's identification turns up
in Dennis Pollock's hands.

Mmm-hmm.

How did Henry Crosby die?

Drowned in his pool in his townhouse last
February.

Where was Lianne?

Skiing in Aspen. A dozen people saw her
there.

And Denny?

Uh, he used to rent a small space here
selling antique firearms,

when Joyce Pollock
came in.

That's how he met her.
She likes old guns.

Yeah, and new ones.

Uh, last February 12th,
do you know where he was?

Uh, let me check.

He always knew what he wanted, an
attractive, wealthy woman.

I guess she's attractive,
if you like older women.

Ah! February the 12th.
Here.

We had an antiques
fair in Boston.

Oh, right, except Denny begged off at the
last minute.

He said he had
the flu or something.

You didn't believe
he was sick?

Well...

I had a buyer for one
of his long rifles.

I called Denny to find out what his bottom
line was.

He didn't answer. I called three times on
Saturday.

He said he was asleep.

Pretty hard to
answer the phone

if you're helping old man Crosby take a
header into the pool.

And helping your girlfriend
inherit 18 million bucks.

Maybe she tried to
return the favor.

The lawyer at the foundation said Joyce
had some kind of accident a few weeks ago.

Joyce Pollock was spending the weekend at
their cottage in Sag Harbor.

The flue in her gas heater malfunctioned
when she was asleep.

The fumes
nearly killed her.

Where was
the boy husband?

Up in Maine
on business.

Let me guess.
Lianne Crosby.

She made a reservation at the Canyon Ranch
Spa in Lenox,

but she never showed.

So Dennis Pollock
took care of Henry Crosby.

And Lianne was supposed to
take care of Joyce Pollock.

Any forensics on the drowning or the gas
heater?

No. Nothing to implicate
either Denny or Lianne.

It's probably not the first time they've
done this.

Might be more
bodies out there.

The lives and loves
of Lianne Crosby?

Try, "On the road
with Lianne,

"AKA Lily Myers, Melinda Beauregard,
Melissa Beck..."

Look... 1992,
shoplifting in Palm Beach,

'89, check kiting in Boulder,
'83, mail fraud in Seattle.

1978, welfare fraud
in Meadville, Pennsylvania.

Five counts.

She was collecting checks
for five other individuals.

Five individuals who
mysteriously disappeared?

No, she made up names and phony Social
Security numbers.

Looks like she was working
her way up to murder.

It wasn't all larceny. She was collecting
one welfare check legitimately.

One dependent.
A seven-year-old boy.

Dennis Beck.

A boy's best friend
is his mother.

What? A mother and son
killing each other's spouses?

What the heck
kind of family is this?

A dysfunctional one.

Then the son tried
to kill his own mother?

Maybe he grew attached
to his new wife.

Maybe he wanted out.

I assume that arrest warrants are being
drawn up.

We can re-file charges against the son for
the Wattman shooting

and the attempt
on his mother.

What about for Henry Crosby?

We have nothing to connect Dennis or his
mother to Crosby's death,

the attempt on Joyce Pollock, or the
disappearance of Alex Robson.

We've sent what we have to the appropriate
jurisdictions,

maybe they can scare up
a case against her.

She's a career criminal,
she's committed murder...

Scare up a case
against her here.

Mr. McCoy, all you really have against my
client

is the testimony of someone even you
consider a multiple murderer.

The fact that
your client is here

means we've connected enough dots to
satisfy Judge Barry.

She's a lot harder to please than a jury.

I'm not worried
about her.

If you have
a better offer...

You expect him
to bargain for the privilege

of putting his own mother
behind bars?

A few weeks ago he was ready to kill her.

Fifteen-to-life,
to cover all counts.

No.

I will not let my husband
spend one minute in prison.

That's not realistic.

You have no idea what a woman in my
position can do.

Your money and your position are exactly
why he married you.

He and his mother
had a plan to kill you.

Not Denny.

He knows now what unconditional love is.

This isn't a greeting card, Mrs. Pollock.

A jury can send him to prison for a
minimum of 25 years.

Or they can send him to a hospital for a
few months.

We're amending our plea to not guilty by
reason of mental disease or defect.

Dennis will admit to the shooting, and
Henry Crosby's death.

What mental disease?

The disease
is Lianne Crosby.

She abused him, controlled him, pushed him
over the edge.

So, Mommy made me do it?

You expect to get
that by a judge?

Absolutely.

Not before our psychiatrist
gets a crack at him.

Well, you have him call me
to set up the interview.

When I was six,

we were in a bus station. There was a
woman sleeping in the waiting room.

Mom told me
to take her purse.

I didn't want to do it.

She said if I didn't, she'd leave me
there, in the station.

I couldn't do it,
I couldn't steal, so...

Mom told me to go and get some gum from
the machine.

When I came back,
she was gone.

I was scared
out of my mind.

They were about to call the police when
she finally showed up.

She told them all
I'd run away.

That's just a lot
of rehearsed crap.

A lot of kids get
emotionally abused,

but they still know
right from wrong.

My lawyer told me it doesn't matter what
you think.

It's all going to
come down to the jury.

You have any idea how many insanity pleas
are successful?

Hmm? Less than 10%.

Your lawyer tell you that?

What are you doing?

I'm gonna
go write my report.

You didn't even listen to me.

Oh, well, trust me,
I've heard it all before.

No.

Wait.

What?

What do you
want to tell me?

She...

My mother can't stand
that I'm with Joyce.

What else?

Like what?

When you were 12 or 13, did you have any
girlfriends?

We moved around a lot.

Mom said you
couldn't trust strangers.

All we had
was each other.

What about Joyce?

You said your mother couldn't stand that
you were with her.

She told me to get to know her for her
money.

What happened? Did you fall in love with
Joyce?

Yes.

Did you tell
your mother?

She figured it out.

And then she tried
to kill Joyce?

Mmm-hmm.

Denny, have you had sexual relations with
your mother?

What?

When?

At any time?

On the boat?

I... I had to.

How long has
the incest gone on?

Since his teens.

His mother forced a sexual relationship to
control him.

And it's still going on?

Yeah.

Yuck.

No question.
Incest is despicable.

But from there
to legal insanity?

They'll reframe the issue.

Lianne's control of her son
obliterated his capacity

to tell right from wrong

and appreciate the consequences of his
action.

Well, he seems to have some free will
left. He did try to kill her.

After she tried to kill
the new woman in his life.

She's still fighting
for control.

Why do you think
she turned him in?

To keep him away
from Joyce Pollock.

I hate to say it, but it might play to a
jury.

At the very least,
they might decide

he was acting under extreme emotional
disturbance.

But is it a crock?

Yeah, well, there's no
sound medical basis for it.

Good.

Then the judge'll never
let the jury hear it.

According to our
forensic psychiatrist,

if Mr. Pollock really suffered from
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder,

he'd avoid situations that reminded him of
his trauma.

He certainly wouldn't get involved with a
woman over twice his age.

He was coerced into marrying
Joyce Pollock by his mother.

He's told our psychiatrist
he's fallen in love with her.

Your Honor, this defense is
psychological claptrap.

Mr. McCoy's opinion
doesn't matter.

It's his burden to show this defense is
impossible as a matter of law.

Mr. McCoy, if Mr. Metzler fails to make
out the defense during trial,

I'll instruct the jury to disregard all
psychiatric testimony.

Look at the bright side.
To support his insanity plea,

he has to admit Lianne
forced him to kill Crosby.

We can use it against her.

He'd still have to
testify to it at her trial.

Fat chance of that.

He's doing his mother
another favor.

Since he's admitting
shooting Mr. Wattman,

you don't need her as a witness to the
shooting.

We'll use her
as a rebuttal witness.

She'll deny the incest.

So she's going to lie.

Aren't we
suborning perjury?

We don't know
anything for a fact.

They're the only ones who know what really
went on between them.

So it's a contest which of these two will
nauseate the jury the least.

Yeah.

She told them
I ran away.

Then, she told me next time she'd leave me
for good.

And the next time she asked you to do
something wrong,

what did you do?

I did it.

When she sexually abused you, did you say
no?

I couldn't.

And when she ordered you
to kill Henry Crosby?

I did it.

Exactly the way
she told me.

Did you think
it was wrong?

I didn't think about it.
I just did what she wanted.

Tell us about her attempt
to kill your wife Joyce.

I didn't want her
to hurt Joyce.

I kept putting her off,
but she tried anyway.

How did you react?

I was... It was like I was falling. I
couldn't sleep...

I wanted to run away.

I was so angry
and freaked out.

I don't remember a lot of it. I just felt
crazy.

What we heard the experts describe as a
temporary psychotic...

Objection.
Withdrawn.

Dennis, tell us what happened the night of
the shooting.

I... I just wanted
to scare her.

But when I saw her...

I felt... I felt something was taking
control.

I was yelling at my mother.
She was yelling at me.

She tried to take
the gun away from me.

I must've jerked
my hand away.

The gun went off.

I... I don't remember
anything after that.

Thank you, Dennis.

When you married
Joyce Pollock,

did you tell her about
your criminal activities?

About Henry Crosby?

No.

About your incestuous relationship with
your mother?

Of course not.

You didn't want her
to find out?

No.

She wouldn't have
taken it well?

Objection.
Withdrawn.

And the only way
that she could find out

is if you told her or your mother told
her, isn't that right?

I don't know.

Nobody else knew
about the incest, right?

Yes.

That's why you tried
to kill your mother.

No.

It was the most rational
motive in the world.

Only your mother could pull the plug on
your wonderful life.

No more motorcycles, fancy homes,
expensive vacations...

You don't understand.
Objection.

Withdrawn.

Shooting your mother was the sanest thing
you ever did, wasn't it?

My mother...

My mother was...

I would have
these dreams that...

That she ran away,

and I'd wake up crying

and go to her bed.
Your Honor.

And she'd take me
in and

hold me against
her naked body

to warm me up.

And...

It was my mother.

You just don't...

You don't understand.

I was a single mother
trying to raise a boy.

Maybe I spanked him,
or raised my voice.

I... I never abused him.

Did you ever abandon him
in a bus station?

No. He ran away from home.

Well, maybe I... Didn't love him
enough,

I don't know.

But I was very young
when I had Denny.

I was alone, I was poor.

I... He was all
that I had.

It was hard
providing for him,

but I did the best I could,
under the circumstances.

He testified that you ordered him to
murder your husband, is that true?

Of course not.

He testified that you tried to kill his
wife, Joyce.

That's not true.

Finally, Mrs. Crosby,
your son testified that

you've had sexual relations with him since
he was a teenager.

Is that another lie?

He said that?
Under oath.

Oh, my God.

Denny...

I did.

I did terrible things
to him. I'm so sorry.

Mrs. Crosby, are you
saying this is true?

Yes, I...

I couldn't stop myself.
I needed him so much.

What about his killing Henry Crosby, is
that now also true?

No! He made it up.

Denny wouldn't hurt anyone.

He tried to kill you,
didn't he?

He killed Stuart Wattman.

That was an accident.

Mrs. Crosby, he was about to make another
attempt on your life

when he was arrested.

I don't believe that. I called him from
Saratoga Springs.

And he... I told him
where I was.

Do you think
I would've told him that

if I thought for a minute
he really wanted to kill me?

He's just very sick.

And it's my fault.

She got you but good. "Don't blame
my son, blame me."

Who knew?

She doesn't mind telling the whole world
she had sex with her son.

You've got yourself a hung jury, if you're
lucky.

I'm starting to feel a little sympathy for
what Denny went through.

The police checked the LUDs for Lianne's
cell phone.

They confirmed a roaming call from
Saratoga Springs to Denny's office.

She must've really believed he wouldn't
try to kill her again.

She must've really
believed wrong.

This mother knows
her own son.

Let's call the police.

I need them to run
some fingerprints.

I heard the jury wants clarifications on
the difference

between the
insanity defense

and a defense of extreme emotional
disturbance.

I smell a deadlock.
Maybe.

I'm offering your client
a last chance deal,

if he agrees to testify against his mother
about everything.

About Henry Crosby,
Alex Robson, all of it.

Manslaughter one
to cover all counts,

parole recommendation
after 10 years...

We'll take our chances
with the jury.

I'm not done.

A warrant is being drawn up
for Joyce Pollock's arrest.

The charge is conspiracy
to commit murder.

Murder who?

Lianne Crosby.

We found your fingerprints
on the package at the motel.

You sent the gun
to Saratoga Springs.

The plane reservation
for Alex Robson was for you.

You were going to do
what your husband couldn't.

Get Lianne Crosby
out of his life forever.

I'm ready to plead
your wife out

under very favorable terms,

in return for your testimony against your
mother.

If not, she's looking at eight and a third
years minimum.

It's your wife
or your mother, Denny.

It doesn't get
any simpler than that.

Come on, Denny,
it's a no-brainer.

Denny?

Please!

We agreed.

You know I did it for you.

Think of our life together.

I'm sorry.

I'm... I'm sorry.

No, I can't do it.
I won't testify.

Denny, for God's sake!

Joyce, she's my mother.

On the first count of the
indictment,

in the death
of Stuart Wattman,

murder in the second degree,
how do you find?

Not guilty.

Your Honor, we have determined the
defendant acted in extreme emotional
disturbance,

and find him guilty of manslaughter in the
first degree.

On the second count, in the wounding of
Lianne Crosby,

attempted murder in the second degree, how
do you find?

Not guilty.

Guilty of attempted manslaughter in the
first degree.

I thank the jury for your time. We're
adjourned.

Eight and a third-to-25.
No parole recommendation.

He'll do at least 15.
We can live with that.

Can we live with two years in minimum
security for Joyce Pollock?

She planned a murder. Can't let her off
with a fine.

I'll call her lawyer.

And Lianne Crosby
gets away with murder.

Could be worse.
She could've had twins.