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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.

It's the nature of things.
The universe devolves
into entropy.

Entropy? You lost me.

Disorder. Things rot,
they rust, they fall apart.

You're falling apart.

You bring home
Brad Pitt, this is what
you do all night? Talk?

Guess who forgot
to buy condoms?

Oh! You are
such a virgin.

I wasn't in
the mood anyway.

Like, if the whole
universe is doomed
to spin out of control,

what is the
point of anything?

Thank you, happy
person. I got to get
back to work. Later.

It's lunchtime,
everybody.

Oh, my God.

Three dead inside,
another vic was
taken to the ER.

Head wound.
Probably not
gonna make it.

Just our luck.

You got the cashier
there, customer there
under the rack.

CSU ID'd her as Linda Bowers
according to her wallet.

Worked in a
bakery on Greene.

Irving Marx. Owns
the joint. Opened
less than a year ago.

Rough business.
Who found them?

Sales clerk. She was
bringing back lunch.

Where is she now?

Hospital.
Should have
seen her.

She ID'd the cashier before
she went mental on us.

Speaking of,
did anybody
check the till?

CSU did. Couple hundred
bucks and change.

Any witnesses?

Nobody so far.

Keep asking.

Vintage clothing. I wonder
if anybody actually makes
a living selling this stuff?

Apparently not.

I think I see one of
my old bowling shirts.

Bad day for the Irish,
Lennie? Long time.

What's the matter,
Mickey, not enough crime
in Brooklyn for you?

No goodies
like this one.

Your basic violent
misanthrope gone berserk
with some kind of sword.

A sword?

I mean, like Zorro.

There's deep stab wounds,
wild slash and gash.

You work out
the sequence?

First, Mr. Marx
here. Then this
one, Linda Bowers.

Then the cashier,
she was making
for the front door.

And last,
our survivor,

looks like she caught
it coming out of
the fitting room.

It was quick.
Excuse me.

Well, it doesn't play out
as a robbery or a shakedown.

Could be a very
dissatisfied customer.

Yeah, he didn't like
the return policy.

They were laying there
so quiet, all of them.

I wasn't gone for
more than half an hour.

When you left, did you
see anyone suspicious
hanging around?

I was rushing to meet
my friend. I didn't
really look.

What about your boss?
Did he have any
problems with anyone?

We had some trouble
just before I went
to get the lunch.

With who?

These two black kids.

I feel stupid
even thinking they
could've done it.

Just tell us
what happened.

Mr. Marx caught this
girl shoplifting
a blouse and he...

He threw them out the
store, and her boyfriend
got really angry.

He said he
was coming back
with his crew.

And what did
they look like?

He was really tall,

and he had almost
shaved head.

She had dookie curls
and a big maroon jacket,
a varsity jacket.

Did it have
writing on it?

Just initials. WTS.

Wagner Trades.
Basketball team was
in the finals last year.

A tall black teenager.

It figures he's a criminal
and he plays basketball.

Well, we'll check out
your chess team next.

That's him.
In the back row.

Look, it's always
the same thing.

I mean, people in stores are
always watching what we do,

always thinking,
"They gotta be
stealing something."

Hey, I'm watching
you now, Jerome,

and I see a kid
with a big chip
on his shoulder.

Yeah. What you don't see
is I have a 3.5 average,

because a concept like
that wouldn't enter
your policeman's mind.

You wouldn't be
the first killer
who made dean's list.

Now, look, we have a
witness who says you
threatened the store owner.

No. No, man. Look, I was
gonna sue his ass for taking
Liana's shirt the way he did.

So now it's her blouse?That's right.

I was gonna get mine
back the American way.

I don't need
to kill anybody.

My mother bought it for
me at Bloomie's last
year, for my birthday.

A witness says
you lifted it
off the rack.

Accused of lifting it.

But nothing on that
blouse said it was theirs.

No tag, nothing.
It was mine.

After the store,
where did you go?

We got something
to eat and then we
went back to school.

And Jerome was with
you the whole time?

Yes, ma'am.

I know who you ought
to be looking for.

Oh, yeah? Who's that?

This raggedy old crackhead.
He was outside when
we were thrown out.

He was rocking,
like they do
when they're high.

Can you describe this man?

White. Long hair.
Dirty beard.

He had on a green coat.
He gave me a nasty look.

Look, I said I
didn't do anything.

Why don't you ask Liana?

We asked your
school, Jerome.

Last year, they took
a walking stick from you,

the trick kind,
with a sword inside.

That was just a toy.

And we also heard you're
a regular Dennis Rodman
on the court.

Bad temper,
the whole act.

Man! It's just
bumping uglies, man.

That's part of the game.
I didn't kill anybody.

All right, all right.
Take it easy, Jerome.

Now, after you were asked
to leave the premises,

did you see anybody
outside the store?

I don't know.

I mean, just a pipehead
talking to a window.

What did he look like?

He was a white guy.
He had like a beard
and like long, ratty hair.

He was wearing
an army jacket.

Okay,
you wait here.

The neighborhood
crackhead. Everybody's
favorite bogeyman.

You heard this story before?

From the girlfriend.

Before you go, put them each
with separate sketch artists.

See if they come up
with the same picture.

Not quite twins,
but they're related.

Good thing he only
looks like every other
bum on the street.

Well, call the hospital.
Maybe the survivor
can make an ID.

She better. Latent
got nowhere on prints.

The M.E. worked up
a profile of the weapon
based on the wounds.

Single-edge stabbing
weapon. Probably military,
a sword or a bayonet.

I heard a woman scream.

Give her some time.
She's processing.

How much can
we expect?

As far as first level
details go, limited.

I was trying on a dress.

A woman was on the floor.

A man hit me.

All right, Joanne,
I'm gonna show
you a drawing.

Just nod if you
recognize him.

That's him.

The homeless really
are invisible. No one
remembers seeing him.

Yeah, everybody I talked to
has got the same blind spot.

Sumptuous, isn't it?

We have a whole
selection of fabrics
over here.

How soon would
you gentlemen
need it delivered?

Well, at these prices,
we ought to be able
to drive it home.

No, actually,
we're with the
police, ma'am.

We're trying to find someone
connected with those
murders down the block.

Oh, yes, it
was horrifying.

Does this face ring a bell?
Maybe you saw him yesterday?

Not yesterday.
The day before.

He was just outside,
right there. He
kept looking in.

I think
he was watching
one of my customers.

What did your
customer look like?

Blond, curly
hair. Glasses.

You remember
her name?

Uh...

She wrote it
down in our book,
for the mailing list.

Here it is.

Victim number two,
Linda Bowers.

Five days a week
for three months, Linda
worked in the window.

Sweet kid like that
got a lot of looks.

Guys gave her their number.
It's awful what happened.

You ever see
this guy bothering her?

Oh, yeah. This germ.

Linda gave him some
samples about a month
ago. I told her not to.

Love at first sight?

Must've been.

Every couple of days he'd
park himself across the
street and stare at her.

Imagine having that
staring at you and
following you around.

If it were me,
I might call
the police.

She did. Couple
of weeks ago.

Lot of good
it did her.

Yeah, you got to see
this skell in person
to get the real flavor.

I can't wait.
So the Bowers girl
called you from home?

Yeah, around
10:00 at night.

Suspicious character
loitering in the side alley.

We get there,
the guy's gone.

The girl said he followed
her home from work. She
gave us a description.

Well, where'd you
catch up with him?

Well, we went back
by her place a couple
of hours later.

He was across the
street, walking a circle,
so we grabbed him.

So you got an ID.

No wallet,
no driver's license.

Wouldn't give us his
name. 100% John Doe.

What'd
you do with him?

We relocated him.

You know, like
they do with bears.

We dropped him in
the park. Gave him a
little kick in the ass.

You know, to
send a message.

Guess what? It didn't stick.

And they should've dumped
him at the North Pole.

You know, he was
back a week ago.

Back here?Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Ms. Bowers wasn't home.
I found him looking
through the garbage.

You were happy
to see him, I'll bet.

I was gonna put his nose
out the back of his head.

But then he pulls
out this bayonet,
Korean era. All shined up.

So the guy
swings a blade at you,
you don't call the cops?

I didn't even tell
Ms. Bowers. I didn't
want to alarm her.

Thought I was
doing her a favor.

They sent the sketch
to every shelter from Downtown
to Midtown, no nibbles yet.

I don't know,
maybe the guy
hit the road.

Oh, sure. He's in Miami
with Sly and Madonna.

This guy's like
my Uncle Harry.

Five blocks from his
bed in any direction,
that's as far as he went.

So what, you want to
cruise the neighborhood

in hopes that he comes
and squeegees our windshield?

Hey, the bayonet,

he didn't have it when
Nit and Wit took him
for a ride in the park.

Some places on Houston
carry army surplus.

Hey, Lennie,
everything for
the weekend warrior.

Can I help you?

Yeah, we're looking
for a Korean War bayonet.

For the M1?

Yeah, something,
preferably new,
right out of the box.

You're a week late.
Some bum stole
it off my table.

This bum?

That resembles him.

He tried to buy it
with soup kitchen vouchers.

From where?

They looked
like St. Ive's.

I turned around, bing,
the blade is gone.

That looks like James.

James who?

All I got
was James.

The other regulars
call him Gomer.
As in Gomer Pyle.

He's a vet?

Not of any war
we've heard of.

He wears army fatigues,
army boots.

This really surprises
me about James.

Why's that, Father?

He's been coming here
on and off for the
last eight months.

At times, he seems very
lucid. He's obviously
had an education.

Yeah, well, looks
like he's a couple of
credits shy of a degree.

Thanks, Father.

What? Sometimes
the guy's crazy,
sometimes he's not?

Maybe he's
on medication.

Keeps himself on
a pretty short leash.
Let's try the local clinics.

Yeah, I know him.
James Smith.

He always tells me,
"I shall return."

You know, like MacArthur.
Because I'm Filipino.

How often
does he return?

Uh...

According to this,
he hasn't for
a couple of months.

Did something
happen to him?

No, he happened
to somebody else.

What's his drug
of choice?

Risperidone and
carbamazepine
for schizophrenia.

He's supposed to
take it every day
or... Watch out.

What? His world and
ours don't revolve
around the same sun?

Not even in the
same galaxy.

Most of your schizophrenics
don't get violent.

But they never told
that to Mr. Smith.

When he visits
the planet,
where does he stay?

As of a year ago,
he was staying at the
Donough Arms on Broadway.

But mail we sent there
was returned. Moved,
no forwarding address.

Okay. Let's try this.

When he showed up
for his pills, how would
he verify his identity?

With his New York
Public Library card.

So what now, we check to see
if he had any overdue books?

Well, my guess
is he does most of his
reading in the library.

You know, it's
warm in the winter,
cool in the summer.

As a home away from home,
it's highly recommended.

Send out a sketch,
maybe we'll get a bite.

He's been in the
stacks since we opened.

You'll find him
under ancient history
on the left.

Okay, thanks.
We'll take it
from here.

I'll take this side.

Do me a favor,
get these people
cleared out.

Hey, how you doing?

Run! Run!

Rey! He's
coming to you!

All right!
Take it easy.

Stay away, Barak.

Just drop the
weapon, Jim!

I can't hear you.
I'm not listening.

Nobody
wants to hurt you,
Jim. Just drop it!

That's it! Make all
the noise you want.

The noise!
The noise!
The noise!

How's this for
noise? James Smith, you're
under arrest for assault.

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.What's happening to me?

I can't feel my hands.
I've lost my hands.

Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah.

Linda Bowers,
she's the one who
gave you pastries.

Do you remember her?

This is all very
familiar to me.

They'll come through
that door any minute!

Hey, hey, hey!
Mr. Smith, we're
already here.

How about leaving your
imaginary friends alone.

You talk to us, okay?

I am a captain
in Jabin's army!

Really? I was
a corporal in
Uncle Sam's.

I fought at the
Kishon River.

Oh, you did?

So when you killed
Linda Bowers and
those other people,

you were following
orders, right?

The chattering people across
the street, they're with the
CIA, too, aren't they?

This isn't
the CIA, Jim.

This is the 27th precinct
of the New York City
Police Department.

You understand that?

It's a hell of a system.
It's a hell of a system.

They drive touch-tone
dialing to work and
they're still hungry.

Right. I give up.

I think I need whatever
he's supposed to be taking.

Are we even
sure of his name?

Without a Social
Security number
or a date of birth,

all we have to go
on are his prints.

Forensics did
a preliminary
match of the wounds

and cut marks with
Mr. Smith's bayonet.

They're still working up the
blood drops on his jacket.

So what do you want
us to do with him?
He refused a lawyer.

I'll get somebody from
Legal Aid down here.

And get your
eyewitness in here
for a line-up.

Okay, just tell us if
you recognize anyone.

That one.

The second one
from the left.

He's the one.

Okay. Thank you.

All right. Ms. Kincaid,
I want to arrange

to get him back
on his medication
as soon as possible.

After he's booked
for murder.

The prints matched up
with a James Stephen Smith.

Great. Thank you.

Besides battling the
forces of evil, what other
trouble's he been in?

Only one arrest.
For stalking a woman
16 months ago.

He pleaded out on
harassment two, six months
probation and a $500 fine.

I guess if he'd killed her,
it would've been $1,000.

What idiot in the
D.A.'s let him off?

Say hello, Counselor.

"Case number 631811,
People v. James
Stephen Smith.

"Charges are three
counts of Murder in
the Second Degree,

"one count
of Attempted Murder
in the Second Degree,

"two counts
of Aggravated Assault
on a police officer."

Let's hear
a plea, Mr...

Not guilty
on all charges.

You got that, Judge?

Oh! Loud and clear,
Mr. Smith. Miss Kincaid.

Your Honor,
the People ask for
remand without bail.

The defendant has no fixed
address, he poses a danger
to the community.

Your Honor,
my client's sister is
prepared to post bail

up to an amount
of one million...

Hey, dark eyes,
I remember you.

Mr. Smith, be quiet.

Your Honor,
this woman knows me.

Mr. Lowe,
control your client.

I'll take the same
deal as last time.

Make me an offer.JUDGE FEIST: That's
enough, Mr. Smith.

You're remanded to
custody without bail.

No, that wasn't the deal.

Officers,
remove the prisoner.I am not finished.

I did my...
I did my probation.
I stayed away from Weinstein.

Doesn't that count?

Send up
the next case.

Ms. Kincaid,
what deal was James
Smith talking about?

I can't comment
on that.

Well, was he on
probation when he
committed the murders?

No, he was not.Why did he say he knew you?

I don't have any
comment. Excuse me.

No comment? If you were
trying to chum the waters,
congratulations.

The feeding frenzy
would've started
without me.

Now it looks like
we have something
to hide. Do we?

I don't. It was a routine
plea bargain. The case
against him was weak.

He never
made threats,
he had a job.

What kind of a job?

Grading practice essays
for a bar review prep school.

Back then, he didn't look like
he slept in a cardboard box.

His mental state was
never even brought up.

The point is, he paid
the fine and he never
harassed the woman again.

We don't owe
anyone an apology.

Good thing
you're not writing
the press release.

Yes.

This came for you, Jack.

Thanks.

Smith's lawyer.
He's withdrawing
from the case.

He fired me.

He has his
own lawyer?

Uh-huh.

James Smith,
pro se.

You're not serious.

He's obviously not fit
to represent himself.

Oh, he has an edge.

If you're gonna
defend a guy like that,
doesn't hurt to be crazy.

No judge will ever
go along with it.

You'll know come Monday.
He has a hearing
with Judge Rivera.

Plan to be there,
Mr. Lowe. I'm opposing
your being released.

You want me to stick
with this fruitcake? What
did I ever do to you?

The right to represent oneself
is not absolute, Your Honor.

It can't be asserted
by someone who is
clearly incompetent.

Mr. Smith, isn't it
a fact that you have a
history of mental illness,

that you've been
diagnosed as having
schizoaffective disorder?

Yes, Your Honor.
Since I was 23,
at college.

I'm prone to manic
depression, hallucinations,
paranoid delusions,

and many other kinds
of psychotic behavior.

Unless I'm taking
my medication.

And you're
currently doing that?

Yes. Since my arrest.

This is the same
person who claimed the
police were CIA agents.

If you let him represent
himself and we convict,
he'll appeal

and say that he was denied
competent representation.

Absolutely not.
Your Honor,
I am a lawyer.

University of
Michigan Law School,
class of '87.

Admitted to
the New York Bar in '88,
in the First Department,

as were Your Honor
and Mr. McCoy,
I believe.

There's no guarantee that he
won't suffer another psychotic
break during the trial.

We'll all be back
where we started.

Your Honor,
I can stand
here all day

and quote People v.
Kaltenbach, v. Conney,
v. Harris, v. Sawyer.

Unless Mr. McCoy
can establish at
this very moment

that I am incompetent,

the court has
no choice but to allow me
to proceed pro se.

He's absolutely right,
Mr. McCoy.

Then, Your Honor,

I request that Mr. Lowe
remain as the defendant's
standby counsel.

So ordered. See you
in court, Mr. Smith.

Your Honor, I'll have my
omnibus motion to suppress

on your desk by
the end of the week.

I look forward to it.

We're adjourned.

Hell of a brick.

Must've had every
jailhouse lawyer in
Rikers working on it.

He's a one-man show.
I talked to his law school.

He graduated summa
cum laude, law review,
Postdoctoral Associateship.

But as far as anyone knows,
he's never practiced.

His first trial, and he
knows just enough law to
turn it into a circus.

A circus?
Three counts of murder?
He's taking it seriously.

Then why doesn't
he plead insanity?

Because he's insane.

Or he thinks he can
beat us in court.

He's been attacking
every piece of
evidence we have.

He's gonna claim we
have the wrong man.

I've read his motion.
I doubt Judge Rivera
will grant it.

Rivera wasn't supposed
to let him represent
himself either.

He gets 10% of
this past any judge,
you're in trouble.

You can't even tell a jury
why he stalked Linda Bowers.

A schizophrenic's motive?

You're prosecuting
an attorney, not
a schizophrenic.

The eyewitness,
she hear him say anything
before he attacked Bowers?

She barely remembers
seeing Smith in the store.

Well, take another run
at her.

There was a lot
of screaming.

There might have
been words.

Can you think what those
words might've been?

I was in the
dressing room.

A man's voice said

something like,
"Life forever."

Was it Smith's voice?

What difference does
it make what he said?
He's a lunatic.

If you could've heard
him in court last week,
you might not be so sure.

We read where he has

a law degree.

Yes.

Is that why you let him go,
because he was a lawyer?

No, we just didn't
know enough about
him at the time.

He was stalking a woman.

That didn't give
you a clue there was
something wrong with him?

Sir, I can't even
imagine how angry and
frustrated you must feel.

You're going to know
exactly how we feel,
Ms. Kincaid.

We've been contacted
by an attorney for
the other families.

We're suing you and the city.
Those people are dead

and my Joanne will
never be the same
because of you.

I talked to my brother
last month. Never
mentioned Linda Bowers.

He called because
he overheard someone
plotting to kill our parents

and he wanted me to
take them to Canada.

Our parents died
three years ago.

The woman he injured
said he yelled something
about life forever.

Any idea what
he meant by that?

He probably said,
"The wife of Heber."
It's from the Bible.

She lured Sisera,
an army captain, into
her tent with food,

and then she stabbed him
through the temple.

This is old news to you.

Jimmy minored in theology,
so he studied the Bible.

When he first
became schizophrenic,

he used to accuse
his girlfriend of putting
needles in his brain.

He called her
the wife of Heber.

And Linda Bowers
gave him pastries.

Did he ever attack
his girlfriend?

He tried to strangle her
in his dorm in Princeton.

The next day, he was in
a hospital for six months.

So now you
have a motive.

Is that supposed to make
him criminally liable?

I'm just trying to
understand his behavior.

You should've tried that
a year and a half ago.

How come you never
returned my phone call?

Excuse me?

Last year, when he
was arrested for
following that woman,

I left a message
for you.

Oh, yes, I remember.

I assumed that
you were calling
to ask for leniency.

I thought since I let
your brother off with
a fine that I didn't...

I called to tell
you that he belongs
in a hospital.

He needs supervision.

He takes his medication
for a few months, he thinks
he's cured, he stops.

That's how he
gets into trouble.

With all due respect,
Ms. Smith,

it was your problem
to get your brother
hospitalized, not ours.

But now he is your
problem, Ms. Kincaid.

The campus police
at Princeton just
dug up their report.

Since Smith's
girlfriend declined
to file charges,

it was never reported
to the local police.

So the Ellises
can add Princeton
to their lawsuit.

I also checked
with the University
of Michigan Law School.

During his post-doctoral year,
Smith trashed an office.

It would've been
nice to know all
this 16 months ago.

If I'd returned
Patricia Smith's phone
call, maybe we would've.

Claire, check
your roster.

How many cases did
you have on calendar
that week?

Forty-seven.

And how many
"A" felonies?

Nine.

How many
plea bargains?

Fifteen.

Guess what?
You can't leap tall
buildings either.

Makes you
feel any better,

Rivera tossed out
Smith's omnibus motion.
Our evidence stays.

Of all the nonsense,
your Mr. Smith has
just served me.

With what?

While I'm on the phone
with the mayor.

He's changed his plea.

Not guilty by reason
of mental disease
or defect.

He blinked.Work something
out with him.

Wait a minute. We let him
plead insanity, he could be
out tomorrow or the next day.

No doctor's gonna rush
to declare him sane.

Long as Smith takes his
pills, we can't guarantee
he'll stay locked up.

That's right.
No guarantee.

The community
expects one.

And I believe they're
entitled to it. Let a jury
decide if he's insane.

Oh, you want a trial?

He's been diagnosed
as schizophrenic.

A trial is an
absolute waste.

Three people are dead,
and you're counting pennies?

I can count bodies
as well as pennies.

You're not using this office
to make up for your mistake.

My mistake was
following your
lead, Mr. Schiff.

I cut a deal the way
you like them, quick,
cheap and out the door.

You're off this
case, as of now.JACK: Adam.

She can do other cases,
she can take a cruise,

she can plant a garden,
I couldn't care less.

Adam.

I don't want to hear it.

She didn't deserve that.

Tough. Plead Smith out.

Six years in criminal
detention at Bellevue?

That's your best offer?

Six years minimum.

You get out only if two
doctors of our choosing

say you're no
longer a danger.

Do you know
who's at Bellevue?

Zombies, you know,
cannibals, derelicts.

I'd go out of my mind.
No, I am not agreeing
to any minimum term.

If this goes to a jury,
you might not get a choice.

Oh, you want to get into
a pissing contest with me
over legal insanity?

I'm an expert on the
subject, from both sides
of the looking glass.

And I know
something
about juries.

They're sick of
sharing their streets
with dangerous madmen.

They don't want to cure
you, they want you
behind bars, for life.

Let them try.

I've got a dozen doctors
and every law firm that
was afraid to hire me

who'll say I'm crazy.

Aren't you the least bit sorry
about the people you killed?

Yes, I am, Mr. McCoy.

But that wasn't me.

I'm not that creature,
and I'm not taking
the rap for what he did.

Now, you get
your friend in here.

She's good at
cutting deals.

I'm taking my offer off
the table, Mr. Smith.

You just talked
your way into a trial.

The statute's clear.

If he can't appreciate
the consequences of
what he's doing,

or that it's wrong,
he's not responsible.

When he killed those
people, yes, you're right.

But he created the
circumstance that
led to the deaths.

His sister told you.

He chose to go off his
medication despite a history
of violent behavior.

He knew the risks.
He chose to ignore them.

Depraved indifference.
Murder two. Not bad.

Good luck with it.

Not so fast. I want
you in the second chair.

Never mind Adam. It's my
case. I choose who sits
in my second chair.

Adam's not the only problem.

Claire, Smith didn't
slip through the cracks
because of you.

The system worked the
way it's supposed to.

Yes. And doesn't that
scare the hell out of you?

You're thinking
of resigning?

I'm starting to think that
we're the Maginot Line
of the justice system,

and I don't like it.

You want to feel useful?

Help me put
James Smith away.

When the trial's over,
the door's open,

no strings.

To make the case,
we have to show that
Smith was rational

when he stopped
taking the pills.

You want me to
call Elizabeth?

After you go home
and change.

I'll walk you
to your car.

When I was at the halfway
house in Princeton,
I had two more relapses.

That's when the
doctors told me

I'd probably be
on medication for
most of my life.

My mental state
is well documented.

I doubt your findings
will be any different.

I want to hear
it from you.

When you killed those people,
how long had you been
off your medication?

Two months, give or take.

Do you think there's
something wrong with you?

Yes.

I've seen the MRIs
and the PET scans.

My brain doesn't
look like yours, Doc.

So you accept the fact
that you have an illness?

I realize it,
but I certainly don't
accept it.

Then I'm curious
why you'd stop taking
your medication.

Didn't you know
your symptoms
would come back?

In one form or another.

You knew
you'd attacked
people in the past?

Yes. In the past.

Did you care?

Have you ever been on
an anti-psychotic drug?

No.

I'm using every ounce
of energy I have right
now just to talk to you.

I feel like I'm pawing
through a wool blanket.

I feel stiff and half
a step behind everyone.

It takes so much effort.

I get so damn tired
just holding on to reality.

Letting go is
almost a relief.

Anti-psychotic
drugs have powerful side
effects.

It's the most common reason
patients stop taking them.

In your opinion,

did the defendant
understand what the
consequences might be?

Yes. He knew he
was susceptible to
paranoid delusions,

that these delusions
had led him to try to
strangle a girlfriend,

to threaten others
and to destroy property.

Can you describe
these delusions?

When he's not medicated,
Mr. Smith believes
he's a Biblical warrior

who was killed by
a woman in his sleep.

He believes he has to watch
for people who might harm
him in his sleep.

He believes women
are the tools of
his enemies.

Is that why he
killed Linda Bowers?

Yes.

And he believed that
Mrs. Ellis and the others
were her accomplices.

Dr. Olivet,
is it your opinion

that he willfully and
voluntarily put himself
in that state of mind?

Yes.

Thank you.

Doctor, isn't it a fact
I killed those people
in broad daylight,

in a public place?Yes.

I didn't dispose of the murder
weapon, I didn't wash the
blood off of my clothes?

No.

As a psychiatrist,
might you conclude
from my behavior,

I didn't know what I
was doing was wrong?

Yes, I probably would,

but the issue is your
decision to stop taking
your medication.

Let's talk about that.

Is it possible
my decision was
made under duress

from the powerful
side effects you described?

Yes, it's possible.

Under duress, how
could I be expected

to predict my future
psychotic behavior?

Mr. Smith, you're
intelligent, perceptive.

You know far more
about your disease
than any psychiatrist.

Ms. Kincaid's intelligent.

She couldn't
predict my behavior.

She didn't think
I was dangerous. She
let me off with a fine.

Why should I be
held to a higher
standard than she?

Objection.

Withdrawn.

No more questions.

That's not good enough.

Your Honor, I want you
to instruct the jury...

Denied. You can deal
with it in your closing,
Mr. McCoy. Let's move on.

I saw Mr. Marx
and another woman,

I didn't know her name,
on the floor, bleeding.

Then I heard a yell,
and this filthy
man ran toward me.

Something hit my
head, and I don't
remember anything else.

The man who ran toward you,
do you see him here today?

Yes. That's him,
sitting there.

May the record reflect
the witness pointed at
the defendant. Thank you.

Mrs. Ellis,
I'm very sorry
I injured you.

The first two times you
saw me, I didn't look
like this, did I?

You cleaned yourself up
to make an impression.

Objection.Sustained.

The jury will disregard
the witness' last comment.

Do you remember what
I used to look like?

You had a beard, long
dirty hair, dirty clothes.
You were disgusting.

I looked like someone
who should be locked up

in a mental hospital?

Yes.

Doesn't it gall you that
Ms. Kincaid didn't do that
when she had the chance?

Objection.Withdrawn.

Mrs. Ellis,
isn't it a fact

you're suing
Ms. Kincaid?Yes.

You think she's responsible
for what happened to you.

Yes.JACK: Objection.

That she should've
put this madman
in a hospital.

Objection!Damn you.

How can you sit there?
You let him do this
to me. You let him out.

Mr. Smith, this
cross-examination
is over.

Mrs. Ellis, you can
stand down. And thank you.

You'll be lucky
they don't convict her.

Claire is not the issue.

Even the victims
are pointing at her.
I warned you about this.

Okay, maybe this is a
conversation you should
be having without me.

It's all right.
Adam thinks

we should bury you
in a back room until
the trial's over.

The trial is over,
you're cutting a deal.
This is off my desk.

Well, he's not wrong.
Smith only has to
turn one juror.

No matter what Adam
thinks, we can't force
a plea down his throat.

Maybe if we talked
to his sister.

We know
which side she's on.

Then why isn't she
on his witness list?

He'd plead
to manslaughter in
the first degree.

He'd serve a minimum
of six years in a secure
psychiatric hospital.

After his release,

he'd have to report
every morning to a clinic
for his medication.

If he missed
an appointment,

he'd violate his parole
and be returned to custody.

How long would
he be on parole?

For as long as
he needed his medication.

The doctors said that could
be until he's in his 60s.

Ms. Smith,

your brother is running
the risk of spending the
rest of his life in prison.

But he's sick.
The jury has
to see it.

Suppose they do.

Within a matter of months,
he could be back on the
street, unsupervised,

and no one will
vouch for his safety.

I already turned down
this deal, without the
lifetime parole.

If you think I'll take
it now, you must
be crazier than I am.

Jimmy, please.
It's a fair offer.

Patty, you're not the one
who has to sit in a loony
bin for the next six years.

You want to try out
the accommodations
in Attica?

You're here
because you're losing.

You haven't even rested yet.
I'm already beating you.

What do you expect to
win? The freedom to eat
out of garbage cans?

To share a heating vent
with 100 other homeless men?

Jimmy, listen to me.

Take the offer.
You won't be left alone.

Honey, I promise you.Patty, stop it.

I've already written my
summation, Mr. McCoy.

Do you know how long
I've waited to give closing
arguments to a jury?

I could've been
a great lawyer.

I'm gonna prove it.

I'm gonna win.

I'm sorry they
brought you down here
for nothing, Patty.

Mr. McCoy,

I want to speak to the
jury. I want to testify.

She can't.
Her testimony's
not relevant.

That's for a judge
to decide.

Over the past 10 years,

Jimmy has stopped
taking his medication
a dozen times.

Each time, he
ended up in a hospital
or a police station.

Did he ever tell
you why he stopped
taking his medication?

He'd say
because he
was cured,

or because the side effects
would make him sick.

And what did you say?

I begged him to
take his pills.

I warned him that he could
hurt himself or other people
if he stopped.

What would he say?

He would say that
people would just have
to stay out of his way.

Did he ever
offer any explanation
for his behavior?

Yes.

Five years ago,
when he was living
with our parents,

I found out that he had
rented an apartment in
Hoboken on the 14th floor.

What did you do?

I went there.

He was sitting

on the floor of
the living room.

He said he'd tried so hard
to stay on his medicine,

so he could get a job
as a teacher or a lawyer.

But nobody wanted him
because he was sick.

He said there was no point
in taking his medicine.

He said he didn't
belong anywhere.

He was afraid of what
would happen to him
when our parents died.

He rented the apartment

so he could jump
off the balcony.

He needs someone
to make him take
his medicine.

He won't listen.

He needs someone
to make him...

Ms. Smith, hold on.

Mr. Smith, do you
want to object?

I can instruct
the jury to disregard.

No more questions.

Do you understand
the consequences
of this plea?

Yes.

You realize you'll be
incarcerated in a secure
forensic hospital

for a minimum
term of six years?

Yes.

And after your release,
you'll submit to the
strict administration

of anti-psychotic drugs,

any failure to comply
will result in your
return to custody

for the completion of
your sentence. Do you
understand all of that?

Yes.

As a condition of your
plea, you're required to
allocute to your crime.

Would you please
tell this court
what you did?

"I followed Linda Bowers
to a clothing store
on Prince Street.

"I believed she was
plotting to hurt me.
I waited for her to come out.

"She was taking too
long, so I went inside.

"A man came toward me
and I became afraid,

"and I stabbed
him with a bayonet
I had with me. Then I..."

This paper's
full of needles.

They cut me,
and I bleed.

Do you hear those chariots?
They stole them from me.

They want me to sleep.

They like that.

That's why I killed her.

I heard what Deborah
said unto Barak.

"The Lord shall discomfit
me." But that's...

Mr. Smith?

Mr. Smith.

Why are you looking at me?

I made them do that.

Patty cakes.

Mr. Lowe, please.

You look like a lion.

Don't do that,
or I have to leave.

Mr. Smith, sit down.
Mr. Lowe...

Oh! Wait! Wait!

They took my armor.
I need my armor.

I absolutely
can't wear this.

Mr. Smith.

No! Listen to me.We'll deal with your armor

when we're done.

Now, please sit down.

I'm sitting down now.
I'm sitting down now.

I'm sitting.

I am sitting
down now.

Your Honor.

I am sitting down
now. I am sitting.JUDGE RIVERA: Mr. McCoy.

The People are satisfied
that the defendant has
met the requirements.

Then in accordance
with the plea agreement,

I sentence the defendant

to a term of not
less than six years
and no more than 18

at a facility to
be determined by the
Department of Correction.

This court is adjourned.

They found Smith's
cache of pills in his cell.
About a week's worth.

He stopped taking them
the day after his
sister testified.

When he knew
it was hopeless.

He mailed me
his summation.

We're lucky. He
could've hung the jury.