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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.

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. BRISCOE: 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 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 fifteen.

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 wiretap?

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
ten 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
ten 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 it's 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. 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.