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yet equally important groups,

yet equally important groups,

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Breathe.

You breathe, you pig.

I told you we
shouldn't go out.

And I told you we shouldn't get pregnant.

But, no, your mother
wanted a grandchild.

Oh, help me!

I didn't see who
was shooting.

I just heard bang, bang, bang, and people
started dropping around me.

Three shots?

Three, four,
I don't know.

What were the
victims doing?

I didn't even notice
them until they fell.

Look, I gotta get to the hospital. My wife
is gonna kill me.

Hey, can you give this guy a ride to the
hospital?

All right, thanks.
Come on.

Good luck.

Shooter was under the stoop, there by the
garbage cans.

Found three shell casings
from the 380.

He leave anything
else behind?

Not that we've
found yet.

But, uh, Kidwell's
dusting for prints.

All right.

Martin Haas. Business manager, tax
attorney.

You get anything
from the woman?

Tag says the gym bag
belonged to P.K. Todd.

As in P.K. Todd
the mystery writer?

Yeah. She's still alive.
They took her to Providence.

It's locked. Do you
want me to force it?

Nah, take it down
to the property room.

Anybody you talk to have an opinion as to
which one was the target?

No. I'm voting
on the dead guy.

Mr. Haas paid for a meal at Cafe Rouge,
8:16 tonight.

Dinner for two?

Looks like it.

Hope he enjoyed it.

If I was having problems
with my business manager,

I'd have a new
business manager.

Any of Mr. Haas' other clients have
problems with him?

I have no idea.
You collar the shooter?

Not yet. Is, uh,
Mr. Haas married?

Yes. Witnesses
see who did it?

No.

He have anything
on the side?

A 50-year-old accountant
with a comb-over? Please.

He loved his wife.

Any forensics
at the scene?

Shell casings.
You had...

What caliber?

380.

Garden variety semi-auto.

Won't be much help
tracking the shooter.

Yeah, thanks.

Uh, the shooting
took place

a block and a half
south of the restaurant.

Where were you
and Mr. Haas going?

Marty wanted to walk.

Said it helped
his digestion.

I tagged along. I don't know where he was
going.

You know anyone
who would want him dead?

Why are you assuming
Marty was the target?

I'd say it's got "obsessed
fan" written all over it.

You get threats?

I get everything, Detective. There are
some strange people out there.

You mind if we take a look at your fan
mail?

Oh, this is lovely. "You write worse than
an uneducated trout."

If I was the fish,
I'd take offense.

Marriage proposals, story ideas, gibberish
about aliens.

What do we have
on Mr. Haas' wife?

In Acapulco.

Alone?
Were they estranged?

Not according
to P.K. Todd.

All right, talk
to Haas' clients.

All of them? No, just the disgruntled
ones.

Cut!

Haas was supposed to be paying our damn
taxes,

and then we get
a letter from the IRS.

Two years unpaid taxes,
plus interest and penalties.

You have any idea what that comes to for
people in our bracket?

Mistake or fraud?

Marty said it
was a mistake.

I said it better be, and he better take
care of it

or I'm gonna rip him
a new airway.

Somebody did.

Well, for God's sake,
it wasn't us.

Haas' secretary said you two were
pretty pissed off.

I'm always pissed off.

I haven't
killed anybody. Yet.

Where were you both Thursday night
between 8:00 and 9:00?

I was with my chiropractor. Dr. John
Ermanson, Upper East Side.

A miracle worker.
Glenn Close recommended him.

I had a damn meeting with Sid Bascom from
7:30 to 10:00.

The director?

Narcissistic
son of a bitch!

He should have been drowned in his own
placenta at birth.

Like I'm gonna
give him final cut?

He can kiss my ass!

Yeah, can we
get back to Haas?

We didn't move in Marty's circle. He
worked for us.

We don't know who'd
want him dead.

Look, why don't you
ask Tony Elias?

The actor?
Yeah, the actor.

Haas was supposed to have a meeting with
him that night.

Where? At Tony's place, of course, in the
West 50s.

Now, look, I have spent
far too much time on this.

Cafe Rouge is in Tribeca.
Haas' meeting is Midtown.

So why was Haas walking south instead of
north?

Why walk at all? He only had 10 minutes to
get to the meeting.

P.K. Todd said it was
Haas' idea to walk.

No point in asking her
if she was lying.

Of course, P.K. complained about Marty
Haas. P.K. complains about everything.

Being her agent, I have to listen to all
of it.

She have a problem with the way Haas was
managing her money?

Oh, P.K. wants more
of everything.

More book sales, more acclaim,
more glory, more money.

Nothing's good enough.
Marty was no exception.

Eleven books,
10 best sellers,

co-op in Manhattan,
designer everything.

Still it's not enough.

Only 10 best sellers?

Yes. Um, sales of her
new book were down.

Until the shooting.

And now?

It's edging into the New York Times top
10.

So she hits 10
home runs in a row.

What happened
to number 11?

Ah, who knows?

Not good?
Not as good.

What happened?

Oh, she used to agonize and obsess over
every sentence.

This one she
just dashed off.

So as far as you know, everything between
her and Haas was fine and dandy.

Yes. You know, why anyone
would want Haas dead,

why anyone would care enough about him to
want him dead,

is a mystery to me.

All this milk of human kindness is gonna
make me puke.

The guy was hardly
a blip on their radar.

Well, if the shooter was waiting a block
and a half from the restaurant,

he had to know which way his target was
going.

And if Haas was supposed
to be going uptown...

Then Haas wasn't
the target, P.K. Todd was.

That'll make her happy.

Pin it down.

No, I never see the
gentleman before.

Miss P.K. is a regular.

Did you overhear any of their conversation
that night?

The gentleman,
he is so sorry

she has only 22% return
on her investments.

Did either one of them, uh, seem in a
hurry to leave?

Miss P.K., she keeps
looking at her watch.

Who left first?
Miss P.K.

Did you see which
way she went?

She turned south.

The gentleman had to scramble his feet to
catch up with her.

What would be a good time
for us to talk to you?

I can give you
three minutes right now.

It may take longer
than that.

Three minutes or nothing.

Where were you heading when you left the
restaurant?

I told you, Marty
said he wanted to walk.

Marty had to run to catch up to you. Where
were you going?

All right, he was
boring me stiff.

I just wanted to
get rid of him.

I knew he was on his way uptown, so I
walked downtown.

Didn't work.
He followed me.

You know that means you were the target
and not him.

I told you that the first time I talked to
you.

Who in the world
do you think

would waste bullets on a
nobody like Marty Haas?

Your book's been chosen by Caroline Moray
for her book club.

That must make
you feel good.

Wonderful.

It would mean more if Marty were here to
share the moment.

Did you find it odd that sales were down
till you got shot,

and now they're
skyrocketing?

Nothing surprises me
anymore, Erica.

Not even getting shot?
Not even that.

We live in an increasingly
savage world.

Did you ask her who knew
she'd be walking south?

She said nobody.

Whoever believes it was a random shooting,
raise your hand.

She writes 10
best sellers in a row.

The eleventh one's a dud.

Until she gets shot.

Some coincidence.

Some publicity stunt.

How are you?

P.K. did lots of research,
knew lots of people.

She writes about murderers,
she isn't one.

And she didn't hire one.

We hear the new book
isn't very good.

How'd she react to the lousy reviews and
the crappy sales?

She wasn't happy.
Neither was I,

but I didn't hit the
streets with a gun.

Then what went wrong?

I mean, this woman's had one best seller
after another.

I don't know, Detective.
She seemed distracted.

Distracted about...
No idea.

Mr. James, in this book Todd thanks Dean
Tyler and Chris Benefetti, FBI agents.

Know anything about them?

P.K. often used lawyers,
doctors, cops,

any expert who'd
talk to her.

She use mobsters, too?

'Cause I got a Tommy
"The Weasel" Balducci here.

Well, she wanted some
information about

how we used to do it
when we did it right.

I gave it to her.

What, you told her how to
take somebody out?

Like we did any of that.

When was the last time
you talked to Miss Todd?

Eight months ago, easy.

How many times?

Just the once.

The lady and me,
we took a walk in the park.

The guy waited
on the bench.

The guy?

A person she
brought with her.

I had a friend watch him.

You, uh, you remember
the guy's name?

Names of everyone
in here.

It's pure gold.

Doug Purcell.

Anything else?

I check everyone out,
Detective.

You got a pen?

Are you a cop?

A former cop.

I met P.K. Todd while
she was working on a book.

She was going to some
pretty seedy places.

Friend of hers told her to get someone to
protect her.

I had the right credentials.

She talk to you about her conversation
with Tommy Balducci?

No. I asked her
about it but, uh,

she's like a pit bull with her research.
Keeps it confidential.

Last time you saw her?

Oh, maybe seven months ago
at a movie.

You two romantically
involved?

I'd like to have been.

Uh, we saw each other
a few times.

But she, uh, told me that she already had
someone in her life.

I don't spy on Miss Todd
or any of the other tenants.

Somebody's trying to kill her, Mr.
Wolenski. Help us out here.

She says, "Hello. Get me a cab." She don't
confide in me.

She ever have visitors?
Bring anybody home with her?

Overnight guests?

She has visitors. Nobody stays overnight
that I know of.

She ever stay
out all night?

How often?

How often?

Hey, man, you want us here? Spit it out.

Every couple of weeks she leaves here with
an overnight bag.

Comes back in the morning.

Was it black,
like a gym bag?

So she was meeting
Mr. X that night,

presumably in that
neighborhood.

Which means he probably knew which way
she'd be walking.

If he knew she was
eating at that restaurant.

It's the first whiff
we've had of anybody

who even could've known
where she was going.

It was in the
property room.

Hmm, nice negligee.

Perfume.

Get a look at this.

Massage oils. I'd say
that clinches it.

Key card.
Hotel?

Looks like it.

Check every hotel within walking distance
of the Cafe Rouge.

A Phyllis Todd checked
in that afternoon.

Record says she
never checked out.

She was
otherwise occupied.

Phyllis Todd is P.K. Todd?
The celebrity? The shot one?

Yeah.

I'd have remembered
seeing her.

She's my wife's
favorite writer.

I've seen her face
on book jackets.

No, she was never here.

Anybody show up looking
for her that night?

She was meeting a guy.
He show up?

A woman showed
looking for her.

She double-checked
the reservation.

She wanted to make sure this was the right
hotel to find Phyllis Todd.

You remember the time?

I was just setting up. It must have been
around a quarter to eight.

Can you describe the woman?

Red hair.
Good looking.

35, 36.

Yeah, yeah, she had
on a windbreaker.

I remember thinking she should have worn a
heavier coat

'cause it was cold out.

So she hang around? What?

She paced the lobby a while.

Last I saw her, she
was talking to Mr. Hodges.

Security.

Yeah, she seemed antsy. I went over to see
if there was a problem.

Was there?
I thought so.

She was packing a sidearm
underneath her jacket.

I asked her about it.
She flashed ID.

She's a cop?
FBI.

An FBI agent with a piece came looking for
Todd that night,

and you didn't put it together when you
heard Todd got shot?

First off, she was
an FBI agent.

Plus, I didn't know
she was looking for anybody.

You see her leave?

Yeah, somewhere between
8:00 and 8:30.

You get her name?

I only glanced at her credentials when she
flashed them.

Name started with a "T".
Taylor, Tracer, I don't know.

Those FBI agents Todd thanked at the front
of her book, one of them start with a "T"?

I think so, but the
list is at the office.

You got a gift shop?

Here it is. Dean Tyler,
FBI agent.

Todd thanks him for his tireless
willingness to answer questions.

Maybe he was tireless and willing in other
areas, too.

P.K.'s really big
into research.

She picked my brain several times over
Bureau procedures.

This your wife?

My wife, Carolyn. That's my daughter,
Courtney. She's 15.

Your wife an agent, too?

Yeah, that's
how I met her.

Well, as much as I appreciate cooperating
with the local authorities,

uh, what's this about?

It's about P.K. Todd
getting shot.

Oh, yeah. Yeah,
I'm sorry about that.

What's it got
to do with me?

You know where
your wife was that night?

Probably working late. Why?

We have a description
of a woman at the hotel

who looked like
your wife.

Uh, she ID'd
herself as FBI.

P.K. probably called her
asking for information.

Busy woman like your wife could have given
information over the phone.

What are you
two getting at?

Where were you
that evening?

Maybe you
didn't hear me.

You tell me what this is about or take a
walk.

You having an affair
with P.K. Todd?

What?

Maybe you didn't hear me.

No, I heard you.

I went home at 7:30
that night, changed,

went for a run,
then back home again.

I never slept
with P.K. Todd.

I've never even been
alone with her.

Mmm-hmm.

You or your wife
own a 380?

Which one of us
are you accusing?

Whichever one
has the motive.

All right, this is over.
Get the hell out of here.

It's just starting.
We got more questions.

Well, then ask them
someplace else.

I didn't just get off the
bus, Detective.

You don't seriously think Carolyn Tyler
shot two people.

Okay, prove us wrong.

What kind of a sidearm
does she carry?

She's a decorated agent
with a spotless record.

Her marriage is solid.

There's no way her
husband is having an affair

with P.K. Todd
or anybody else.

Standard issue for your people is a Glock
nine millimeter,

plus they're allowed
a personal gun.

Mrs. Tyler have
a second gun?

Yes. So what?

What caliber?

This is ridiculous.

If we're wrong,
we'll send flowers.

What caliber?

Let me give you a nudge.

Our victims were shot
with a 380 semi-auto.

I told them it's a mistake, Carolyn, but
they got the search warrant anyway.

You honestly think I murdered somebody?
Are you insane?

We just want the gun,
Mrs. Tyler.

Sig Sauer 380.

Fully loaded.

Hasn't been cleaned
since it was last fired.

We'll have ballistics
run it for a match.

If we're off base,
we'll apologize.

You'll do more than
just apologize.

And now we got some questions we want to
ask you.

Be best if you'd come
with us to the precinct.

You don't have to go in.
Wait till they run the tests,

and then they'll see
it's a load of crap.

I've got nothing to hide.
I didn't shoot anybody.

I told you I fired the gun
at a range a few days ago.

You don't clean it
after you fire it?

I usually do, yes, but I hadn't gotten
around to it.

It's not my primary weapon.

And the affair between your husband and
Ms. Todd?

There is no affair.

Then what were you doing
at the Randolph Hotel?

P.K. asked me to meet her.
She had some questions.

Research?
Yes.

I'm helping her
with a few items.

This really is ridiculous.
I didn't shoot them.

Your gun did.

Not possible.

Our ballistic lab
says otherwise.

Book her.

Carolyn Tyler, you have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you do or say...

Extreme emotional
disturbance.

Mrs. Tyler had the presence of mind to
stalk her victim and lie in wait for her.

In addition to having
earned Senior Agent status,

Tyler is a top-rated marksman.

If she wasn't upset,
why did she miss?

She didn't miss, Mr. Hays, she just killed
the wrong person.

I am aware that someone
was killed, Ms. Carmichael.

Offer her something
she can live with.

I'll see to it she pleads. This
doesn't have to go to trial.

She can plead to the
top count of the indictment.

Murder in the second degree?

New York law provides a
middle ground, manslaughter.

Mrs. Tyler killed one person, wounded
another,

endangered bystanders with
premeditation and intent.

Man one? No.

She is an attractive,
articulate woman

with an impeccable service
record at the Bureau.

No jury is going to convict her of murder
two.

Looks like we'll find out.

This is a black eye
for the Bureau.

We want to avoid a trial.

Your office has surveillance logs on Wade
Sullivan.

What's a bank robber
got to do with this?

Yeah.

Want to slap a murder
charge on him.

That is out of my hands.

My superiors have decided
that sharing those records

would endanger our
case against Sullivan.

How strongly do
your superiors feel

about the black eye
Mrs. Tyler has given them?

She's not going to plead to man one, Mr.
McCoy, or anything else.

She didn't do it.

You've spoken with
your supervisor, Mr. Hays?

Yes. I won't confess to a crime I didn't
commit.

Not even to alleviate
the Bureau's embarrassment.

Your gun, your motive.

You'd turn down man one and risk a murder
two conviction?

Motive.

Did you read today's Times?

P.K. Todd denies having an affair with my
client's husband.

No affair, no motive.

Sometimes hard to
let go of a secret.

I asked Ms. Todd if she's willing to
testify there was no affair.

She said yes.

You think she's going to commit perjury
over it?

I've spoken with Dean Tyler
six times in my life.

Five were phone conversations
about research I was doing,

and once I took him and his wife out to
dinner as a thank you.

You live here. If you weren't having an
affair, why check into a hotel?

I don't know how
many ways I can say it.

There was no affair.

I've never even been alone with Dean
Tyler, for God's sake.

Answer the question
here and now, Miss Todd,

or tomorrow in
front of the grand jury.

Certainly.

I frequently check
into hotels.

I like to write where there's room
service.

Wouldn't a laptop be more useful than a
negligee?

I write longhand,
and I like be comfortable.

One moment.

Under oath or not,
the truth's the same.

I was not, am not, have never been
romantically involved with Dean Tyler.

I'm sure you can
find your way out.

Mr. Tyler told the police he went out for
his usual run and then went home?

Yeah, sure.
He ran to the hotel,

and when P.K. Todd wasn't there, he ran
home to take a cold shower.

Find out.

If he had a regular itinerary,
could be somebody saw him.

I'll have Briscoe send his
photo to the local precincts.

Good.

If my dad said he was home, he was home.

And where were you?

Upstairs, babysitting
for Mrs. Baxter.

She had a
parent-teacher meeting.

What time did
you get home?

Around 9:30.

My dad was there.
He was asleep.

At 9:30?

My parents work funny hours.
They sleep whenever they can.

What about your mom?
Was she home?

I don't know,
I didn't see her.

She could have been
in the bedroom.

If you didn't go into your parents'
bedroom, how do you know your father was
asleep?

He was on
the couch, okay?

Does he usually
sleep there?

I don't know.

How could you not know?

Do your parents
argue a lot?

None of your
damn business, okay?

Sounds like one big,
happy Tyler family.

So the father was
home asleep at 9:30,

and the mother could
have been at home or not.

What about the rest of it?

Well, I found three
people on their block

who saw Dean Tyler leave his building that
evening wearing sweats,

jogging off
down the street.

Toward the hotel?

In that direction,
but I couldn't find anyone

who saw whether or not he went north or
south on 10th,

and nobody at the hotel
recognized his picture.

Yeah, asbestos abatement
on the seventh floor.

I got stuck with one
of the dislocated A.D.A.s.

For how long?

Till it's safe.

Public sector, Abbie.
It's no picnic.

If Dean Tyler and P.K. Todd were planning
to meet at the hotel,

they must have set it up.

Have the police
pull their LUDs.

That's already in the works. And the cops
are checking their credit card records.

There might have been other meetings at
other hotels.

Oh, sorry.

This Todd girl
sure likes hotels.

Yeah, gets her creative
juices flowing, I guess.

She says she does
a lot of her writing there.

Really? Because she seemed to have
acquired the taste pretty recently.

Like four months ago.

How many?

Nine local, plus one each in Philadelphia,
Providence and Darien.

Fourteen calls over three months from P.K.
Todd to the Tyler apartment.

She told us she'd spoken to Dean Tyler a
total of six times.

Todd calls Tyler, Mrs. Tyler answers, Todd
hangs up.

No, there are no calls
under four minutes.

Phone company says
they were having trouble

with that line for
the past few weeks.

Power drain.

Really? We're gonna
need a search warrant.

For what?

We're gonna be looking for a phone tap on
Tyler's line.

Is this FBI equipment? I can subpoena your
records, Mr. Hays,

but I was hoping for
your quiet cooperation.

It could be.

Do you use
this type of bug?

Is the reference
number yours?

Does Mrs. Tyler know
how to install a wire tap?

The train has left the
station, Mr. Hays.

There's no stopping it now.

I suppose not.

I still think you're crazy.

Carolyn Tyler
is no murderer.

Give me the technical room.

This is Hays.

Phone tap reference
number 4-9-2-B-T/9A.

Who requisitioned it
and when?

Thank you.

Did Mrs. Tyler
requisition it?

No.

Mr. Tyler tapped the phone?

We checked both the
Tyler's work schedules

against P.K. Todd's
out of town hotel stays.

Mr. Tyler's schedule
didn't match.

Mrs. Tyler's did.

Just so I'm clear...

P.K. Todd was having
an affair with Mrs. Tyler.

We had the right motive,
but the wrong outraged spouse.

Assumption, or can
you prove it?

Cut and dried.

J. Edgar Hoover
would be proud.

Do what you have to do.

I'm sure you know the drill, but you have
the right to remain silent.

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

You have the right
to an attorney...

I've recited Miranda as many times as you
have. I don't need to hear it.

You son of a bitch.

I didn't do it.

You lying son of a bitch!

P.K. called about 4:30.

My God, Dean must
have heard everything.

What did he hear,
Ms. Tyler?

What did he hear, Carolyn?

I can't.

You don't understand.

The Bureau...
Oh, God, Courtney.

It's going to come out.

And you're not going
to lose your daughter.

Not over this.

P.K. said she was meeting Haas at Cafe
Rouge at 7:00.

After dinner, she'd
go back to the hotel.

I was supposed to meet
her there at 8:15.

She said she couldn't wait
to see me.

It had been so long, she was shaking with
anticipation.

We talked about
my moving out,

and I can't remember exactly.

And when you
got to the hotel?

I went up to her room...
You know all that.

And after you
left the hotel?

I walked to the Prince Street Cafe. I had
a cup of coffee.

I called the hotel, but
she still wasn't there.

I went to a bookstore.

I called again,
and then I went home.

What time?

A little after 9:00.

Was your husband there?

He came in about
10 minutes after I did.

Did you have any idea that your husband
knew about you and Ms. Todd?

No.

Yeah, I tapped our line.

But I wasn't there when she got that call
from P.K.

You never listened to the
tape when you came home?

What about my wife?

It's her gun,
her girlfriend,

and from what I hear, she got to the hotel
early and then disappeared.

Do the math.

We did. It doesn't
add up to Mrs. Tyler.

Well, then, I suggest you run the numbers
again, Detective.

Mr. McCoy. Detective.

Stan Gillum, counsel
for Mr. Tyler.

My client's been
Mirandized, yes?

He declined the reading.

Oh, that's music
to my ears.

Well, we start with
a clean slate then.

Mr. Tyler's been telling us how Mrs. Tyler
shot Todd and Haas.

We were explaining how
she couldn't have done it.

Explain that to me.

The purpose of the meeting between Mrs.
Tyler and Ms. Todd was romance.

There was no ill will
between them.

As far as you know.

But lovers quarrel,
tempers flare.

All of a sudden a rendezvous becomes the
shootout at the O.K. Corral.

Mrs. Tyler was in a bookstore 10 blocks
away, phoning the hotel

when Haas and Todd
were shot.

As far as you know.

The cashier let her
use the store phone.

She's not the shooter.

Is there an offer?

Murder two. I'll knock five years off the
front end.

We'll get back to you.

Quantico called.

The Bureau would appreciate it if we could
expedite this thing

with as little
press as possible.

Just how appreciative
are they prepared to be?

As appreciative
as they have to be.

Talk to Tyler again.

Put the hogs back
in the pen.

Dean Tyler's proposed
defense, and it's a beaut.

"Defendant's realization of the nature of
his wife's conduct

"caused the onset of extreme psycho-sexual
panic

"that negated his ability to distinguish
right from wrong."

Sexual panic? His wife was having an
affair, Tyler couldn't live with it.

We've all seen it before.

It was a lesbian
relationship, Judge.

The shock put him
over the edge.

It was premeditated.
There's no evidence of panic.

The whole idea
is absurd.

Almost got by a judge in the Cowboy State,
Counselor.

The bigots who killed
the gay man in Wyoming?

They claimed the victim's sexual advance
triggered their panic.

And anyway, the jury
never heard about it,

because the judge
saw it for what it is, bunk.

My client has the right to let the trier
of fact decide.

After all, the Twinkie defense was absurd
till it worked.

I'm going to
allow testimony on this.

Gay panic is repackaged
blame-the-victim defense.

Tyler orchestrated the attack, as Ms.
Carmichael noted.

It's premeditation.

Enough.

It's not a gimme,
Mr. Gillum.

I reserve my final decision until I hear
defense case at trial.

We were a block or two from the
restaurant, Mr. Haas and I.

I heard something loud.
I guess it was gunshots.

Mr. Haas clutched
his throat,

then I felt a sting here,
like a pinch.

I don't remember
anything else.

How long had you been seeing Carolyn
Tyler?

Four months. We met
through her husband.

What were your feelings
for Ms. Tyler?

Carolyn and I were...

I'm not sure we were in love, I'm not sure
we weren't.

We never meant to hurt anybody. I'm so
sorry.

It just happened.

Miss Todd,

would you consider yourself bisexual or
homosexual?

Objection.
Relevance.

I'll allow it.

I don't categorize
myself like that.

When was the last time you had a
heterosexual relationship?

Oxford, 1977.

And, since then, there have been other
love interests in your life?

Women before Carolyn Tyler?

Yes, a few.

And in pursuing
those affairs,

were you always so discreet?

I'm a very private
person, so, yes.

Out of the way hotels?
That sort of thing?

Yes.

Because you're
a private person.

Because of the way
you people react.

Which people are
those, Ms. Todd?

Men.

You don't hide your
feelings very well.

You see two women together, you're
thinking one of two things.

Either "disgusting"
or "can I watch?"

So Mr. Tyler's reaction
to his wife's lesbian affair

doesn't come as
any surprise to you?

Objection.

Withdrawn. Nothing further.

All my life, I knew
something was wrong.

Don't misunderstand.

I loved Dean, very much.

But feelings I'd
suppressed for so long,

they came out with P.K.

I fell in love with her.

Mrs. Tyler, your husband has a
cousin, John,

who happens to be gay.
Is that right?

Yes.

Mr. Tyler ever show any animosity toward
this cousin?

No. Actually, John brought his partner to
a Christmas dinner.

Dean seemed
fine with it.

He ever say if he felt
his sexuality threatened?

No. In fact, they talked about sports all
night.

You never heard your husband express
negative feelings towards gay people?

Not that he really meant.

Well, how would you know
what he really meant?

Didn't you hear him make
comments about gays at work

in the presence
of other FBI agents?

He was expected to.

The FBI is macho central.

He said those things
just to fit in.

He wasn't like that
away from the office.

Well, maybe he was suppressing his
feelings around you and his cousin

just the way you
suppressed yours.

No.

Dean shot P.K. because he was afraid of
losing me. That's all.

Is that so?

About five years ago, did you have an
affair with another man?

Only a flirtation.
I told Dean about it.

Well, after he found the letters from him.
How did that affect him?

He was hurt, of course.

Did he become violent
or threatening?

No. He just said...

He said he forgave me.

Nothing further,
Your Honor.

When a person experiences
a gay or sexual panic,

his blood pressure soars,
the heart races.

Sounds like love, Doctor.

Anything but.

Love creates a sense
of well-being.

In a full-blown gay panic, there is a
collapse of the ego structure.

A loss of self, similar
to a psychotic episode.

Why this
profound effect?

Sexual identity is a major
component of our self-image,

our picture of
who we are.

We're taught from infancy,

boys don't cry,
pink is for girls.

And Dean Tyler learned
these early lessons, did he?

His job with the FBI, his years in the
Marine Corps,

these institutions raise macho to
astounding levels.

When beliefs of this strength are suddenly
challenged,

the psychological walls
crumble almost instantly.

But Mr. Tyler's own sexual identity wasn't
being attacked, was it?

Call it panic by proxy,
if it helps.

Mr. Tyler's sudden realization that his
wife was homosexual

caused a meltdown.

In effect, much of
what made Tyler, Tyler,

was evaporating
before his eyes.

Dean Tyler learns his wife is involved
with a woman.

He perspires.

His heart beats faster.

But he has the presence of mind to take
his wife's gun,

drive to the restaurant,

shoot Todd and Haas
and escape.

Panic, Doctor?

The panic state can
persist for some time.

A minute?

Five?

An hour?

When is it just plain
old-fashioned murder?

That would depend
on the individual.

Dean Tyler.

Former US Marine,
twice wounded.

Sound like a man given
to excessive panic?

I couldn't say without a full evaluation
of his service record.

How about the FBI's periodic psychological
examinations of Tyler?

You're aware of those?

I'm aware that the Bureau administers
psych tests to its agents every 24 months.

Uh-huh.

People's 35.

Tyler's evaluation
show any propensity

for failure of judgment
under stress?

Mr. Tyler's FBI profile

indicates a high
stress tolerance.

Indicates?

Dean Tyler is as solid as the Rock of
Gibraltar, isn't he?

Objection.

Withdrawn. Nothing further.

Uh, Carolyn had
become distant.

At first, I thought
it was the job.

Mine, Carolyn's.

Lots of long nights apart.

Was it the job?

No.

I couldn't believe it.

I mean, I know that one out of every two
marriages goes bad,

but I thought
we were different.

And then one day, our daughter had a bad
flu.

I called my wife
at the office.

They told me she was in the
field, but that was a lie.

At that point did you suspect she
was having an affair?

She denied it.

I believed her for a while.

I was afraid that she'd found someone,
another man.

I was afraid
that I'd lose her.

What'd you do?

I tapped our home phones.

At the time it seemed
to make sense somehow.

And what happened?

I overheard a phone call
from Miss Todd.

At first,
I didn't understand it.

I heard the words, but they didn't make
any sense.

Carolyn was saying to her

that she loved this woman, that she wanted
to be with her.

She said she didn't love me.

I couldn't breathe.

I felt like I was suffocating.

What did you do?

I went to the
restaurant, Cafe Rouge.

I saw Haas and Todd
on the street.

I didn't mean to hit him.

So,

how'd you get
to the restaurant?

I drove a Bureau sedan.

So you went downstairs,
you got in the car,

after taking your wife's
gun from the safe?

Yes.

And you parked the car,
got out, fired.

Yes.

Then you got back
in the car,

drove back
to the apartment,

reloaded and returned your wife's gun to
the safe and went to sleep?

That's right.

And when initially
questioned by the police,

you made up a story
about going jogging.

Where's the panic,
Agent Tyler?

Where's the loss of self?

Objection.

Your Honor,
may we approach?

Step up.

I renew the motion
to bar the panic defense.

It's clear Tyler
was anything but.

It's a question
of fact for the jury.

Our expert has testified...

Dr. Bookman's testimony was a jumble of
hypothesis and generalities.

Tyler's own testimony shows the man
understood the nature of his action.

I agree.

I'm going to instruct
the jury to disregard

any testimony regarding
the panic defense.

Exception.

Noted.

I'll hear closing arguments
tomorrow morning.

Time was,
marriage falls apart,

you cry in your bourbon
at the neighborhood saloon.

One of Briscoe's flyers
found its mark.

A uniform in Chelsea
saw Dean Tyler jogging

the night of the shooting,
around 8:00.

Officer Van Winkle say why it took so long
to make the connection?

He was out on a
line-of-duty injury.

And he remembers what time he saw Tyler
four months later?

The cop had seen him
in the neighborhood before,

and he remembers that night.

He was just finishing a
four-by-eight tour

when Tyler almost ran
out in front of a semi.

The cop remembers thinking about the
paperwork if Tyler had been hit.

Where was Tyler's
daughter that night?

Two floors up
babysitting, she said.

She said.

What is this, McCoy?
Trial by ambush?

Sit down and listen for
once, Mr. Gillum.

Dean, let's go.

Courtney, the night Miss Todd and Marty
Haas were shot, where were you?

I was babysitting
for Mrs. Baxter.

But you left the Baxter apartment that
night, didn't you?

No, I...
Mom, Dad?

What are you trying
to do here, McCoy?

Mrs. Baxter told me you
weren't in the apartment

when she came home from her meeting. Where
did you go?

I just went downstairs
to get a book.

She'd never leave
the child alone,

not for more
than a minute.

You came back in half an hour, wearing
your coat.

You knew, didn't you, about your
mother and Ms. Todd?

Did you pick up the phone when your mom
was talking to her?

I didn't.

This interview
is over, Mr. McCoy.

Don't say anything, Courtney. It's okay,
everything's okay.

Courtney, your father's
going to jail to protect you.

Are you going to
let that happen?

Dean?

You got your mom's gun
from the safe.

No, I didn't. Daddy...

You were the only one
at the apartment.

You knew, and
you were angry.

Don't say anything,
Courtney.

Listen to your father,
sweetie.

Just shut up!
Just shut up!

You were supposed
to love him!

You were supposed to be with Daddy, not
with that bitch!

Courtney! Not another word.

How could you do this?
I hate you!

I hate you!

I'm glad it happened, okay?
I'm glad.

What's the maximum sentence
if I plead guilty?

Don't try to bluff me,
Mr. Tyler.

Murder in the
second degree.

How much time
do I do?

25
years to life.

Call the judge.
Do what you gotta do.

Mr. Tyler.

I did it. I'm guilty.

You're not going
after my little girl.

Uh-uh.
No.

Mr. Tyler's probably
pleading to shield his girl.

Give us a continuance,
Judge.

A week to get to
the bottom of this.

I move for an immediate
mistrial, Judge.

Be quiet, Counselor.

He wants to plead to the indictment, he's
within his rights.

The penal law is
clear on that point.

You can't sanction
the plea, Judge.

Can't I?

If you're convinced he didn't do it, Mr.
McCoy, drop the charges.

In which case,
jeopardy is attached.

My client cannot be retried.

Mr. Gillum,
not another word.

People's call.

Until we're sure, one way or the other, we
can't dismiss.

Then I have no choice but to accept Mr.
Tyler's guilty plea.

So Dean Tyler is doing 20-to-life because
his kid won't tell the truth.

He could've told
the truth himself.

Nobody in that family seems able to tell
the truth.

I guess we'll have to wait for P.K. Todd's
next novel to get the story.