All language subtitles for Law and Order S08E18 DVDRip

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.

Honey, come to bed.
We have to get up early.

Shh! In a minute.

Help! Help!

Leave me alone!
Get away from me!

Found this gold chain
right here, broken.

Probably what caused the
ligature marks on her neck.

Lucky for her it broke.

So what did the paramedics
say about her chances?

I wasn't here when
they took her out.

You could call the hospital.
They took her to Hudson Terrace.

All I heard was her shouting
for somebody to leave her alone,

then she comes
crashing down the stairs.

I come right out, and I
don't see anybody up there.

How do I know it wasn't you?

My wife was with me.
She's inside, you can ask her.

I will. You hear anything?

All I heard was an army of cops,
and paramedics invading my building.

Thanks for your help.

Did she have a
husband? A boyfriend?

Not that I know of.

Do you know of anybody
else in the building

who might want to
throw her down the stairs?

It's a small building.
I got six units.

Three of 'em got
old ladies in 'em,

one's the guy you just
talked to, and one's mine.

Anybody with you tonight?

Yeah, the shrew I married.

Now, if I was gonna toss
anybody down the stairs...

Yeah. Yeah. This is
Mr. Golavski, he owns the building.

He's bending over
backwards to cooperate.

Victim's in surgery, it'll be a
while till we can talk to her.

Can you let us
into her apartment?

Yeah. Sure.

How would somebody
get into this building?

With a key, or if
somebody buzzed them in.

This guy here was Johnny-on-the-spot.
He didn't see anybody.

So how did the
assailant get out?

The roof door's unlocked.

You can only get out that door.

You wanna get back
in, you gotta have a key.

So all we have to do
is find the invisible man,

and see if he's got
roof tar on his shoes.

- This her?
- Yeah.

Woman who looks like
this usually has a boyfriend.

What would I know? She just
moved in a couple weeks ago.

She work?

I don't rent to deadbeats.

She's a nurse,
St. Mark's Hospital.

Where'd she live before?

I don't know.

You could check her application.

She didn't fill one out.

Oh! How much did she grease you?

I own the building. I
can run it how I want.

You wanna know where
she was before, ask her.

I will, if she lives.

Close the door when you leave.

Lennie, e-mail.

They're all signed "Giovanni."

Phone sex has been replaced
by e-mail sex? Who knew?

People don't usually
print out their e-mail.

Is she out of danger yet?

Doctors say they won't know
till the swelling goes down.

The dates run from last
March to a few weeks ago.

Do we have any
idea who Giovanni is?

Well, she lodged complaints with her
online company when the e-mail started.

They say they're trying to
track him down, but no luck.

She's changed her e-mail
address half a dozen times.

The messages just keep coming.

"Slip into your blue
satin nightgown

"and wait for me on your new
queen-sized Sleepeze mattress.

"Does it squeak
when your naked hips

"bounce up and down
on it while you're..." Ooh!

There's a blue satin
nightgown in her closet,

and her mattress is a Sleepeze.

He knows what kind of toothpaste
she uses, soap, floor wax, you name it.

Yeah, and he's thought
up new uses for all of them.

It just gets more and
more intense as it goes.

Any real threats, like "I'm coming
to push you down the stairs"?

No.

Let's find out who he is anyway.

Changing her e-mail
address didn't do any good,

but it wasn't until
she started getting

phone calls that she
moved the first time.

The first time?

She keeps having to move,
and the guy keeps finding her.

You know what he
said in his phone calls?

He told her to stop trying
to avoid him, or he'd kill her.

I told her to go to the police.

And did she?

They said there was
nothing they could do.

We put her on the day shift

so she wouldn't
have to be out at night.

She moved again,
he found her again.

He threatened to come here, and
take out as many people as he could.

When was that?

About two weeks ago.

Did he ever show up?

Well, nobody shot
up the place yet.

The administration took
some new security precautions.

Maybe he got scared off.

She have any idea who he is?

Poor Andrea.

Having to look over
your shoulder all the time,

that's no way to live.

No, I don't know a
damn thing about her.

She wouldn't even leave a forwarding
address when she moved out of here.

What'd you do with
her security deposit?

Put my kid through Harvard.

So how long was she here?

Three or four months.

Here's her mail I
couldn't forward.

The security deposit's on top.

Anything else? Maybe later.

Hey, check the return address.

"Detective Lloyd Fraker,
NYPD, 31st precinct."

He tried to kill her.
Man! She okay?

Don't know yet.

So I guess that guy
at Rikers got out.

At least you know
who to hang it on, right?

What guy at Rikers?

We talking about the same thing?

Andrea Blake,
cyber-stalker, inmate.

We're with you on the first two.

Okay, she comes by a while ago,

shows me a stack of e-mail
from some creep who calls himself

Casanova, or Don Juan,
or something like that.

She got this letter that really
spooked the hell out of her.

What letter?

Told her I was sorry, there
was nothing I could do.

What did you write to her about?

I was just following up,
seeing if she had any new info.

"This is to inform you that Peter
Morgan, an inmate at Rikers Island,

"filed a request with the Board of
Elections for your current address.

"The Freedom of Information Act
requires that we comply with such requests.

"Accordingly, we have provided
Mr. Morgan with your address."

Is this a great country or what?

Did you talk to this
guy at Rikers? Morgan?

Hey, I got a load of real cases.

I told her she might want
to think about moving again,

and this time, don't
register to vote.

What about it?

Why did you want Andrea
Blake's current address?

Guy named Lowery asked me
to sign some letter he'd written.

This looks like it.

You're an accommodating
fellow, aren't you?

For a carton of
cigarettes in this hellhole,

I'd accommodate Mike Tyson.

Is Lowery still here?

Got out early last week.

So why'd he want her address?

I didn't ask him,
'cause I didn't care.

Hi. Can you tell us
where Russell Lowery is?

If you'll settle for a
guess, the Night Crawler.

It's a bar down the
street, toward Amsterdam.

You can't miss it.

Oh, when you find him, could you
send him back wherever he came from?

Why is that?

I went out with him once.

The man's an octopus with, like,
zero grasp of what "no" means.

Now he won't leave me alone.

You know off-hand if
he owns a computer?

He used to. He put a notice
up downstairs trying to sell it.

You know why he
wanted to get rid of it?

Said he was gonna be
gone for a while. Some cruise.

Yeah, around Rikers Island.

Sometimes when you meet a
woman, you just know immediately.

It's karma, fate, destiny.

Far as we can tell, it's pretty
much every woman you see.

I like to spread my bounty.

Andrea Blake.

Karma. We met
at a bar, we clicked.

When was that?

I don't know. Three,
four months ago.

Someplace on Eighth Avenue,
I don't remember the name.

She gave me her number.

Then why did you need the
Freedom of Information Act

to track her down?

Wrong number.

She must've accidentally
transposed some of the digits.

Yeah. Being with you
probably made her dizzy.

I have that effect on women.

It's a gift.

So why did you have
somebody else sign the letter?

Pete. I felt sorry for him.

I figured this was a way I
could slip him some smokes

without hurting his
pride, you know?

You ever live in the same
building as Andrea Blake?

No. I'd have noticed her.

You got a job?

Used to.

Free Radicals. It's this
club teenagers go to,

slam into each other.
They call it dancing.

I stamped their hands when they
went in. Got fired when I got busted.

How about before that?

Before that, I was
living in Pennsylvania.

So what'd you do about Andrea
Blake when you got out of Rikers?

You went to the address you
got from the Board of Elections?

I was going to, but I
met somebody else.

Really? You went to all that trouble
to find her, then you just dropped it?

I have a very short
attention span.

There, it's in the e-mail.

"I like to spread my bounty,
and that's not all I like to spread."

Know a judge who'll issue a
search warrant based on this?

Well, that's why we called you.

We want to hang onto
him while we investigate.

What makes you think it's him?

Well, he went to a lot of
trouble to track down the victim,

and he recently got
rid of his computer.

But the guy who bought it
installed an eight-gig hard drive,

threw out the old one. No
way to trace what Lowery did.

It's not a crime
to sell a computer.

What was Lowery in Rikers for?

Raging hormones.

He grabbed a woman on Riverside.

Wouldn't let go of her arm while he
told her what he wanted to do to her.

Well, the judge released
him conditionally.

If he screws up, he
goes back to Rikers.

This woman who
lives in his building?

What, the one who
called him the octopus?

If you can get her to make
a harassment complaint...

She seemed pretty
interested in getting rid of him.

Probably won't hold,
but it's worth a try.

Van Buren.

Okay, thanks. My
men are on their way.

The victim's awake. Take
Lowery's mug shot with you.

I went out to throw my
garbage down the chute,

and somebody
grabbed me from behind.

We didn't find any garbage.

I'm sorry, I...

It was after I
dumped the garbage,

and I was on my way
back to my apartment.

Did he say anything?

I don't remember
the exact words.

He said that he was Giovanni.

See, last year I started
getting this e-mail...

We found it.

Anyway, he started saying
what he was going to do to me,

like in the e-mail.

And I screamed, and I
struggled, and I shouted, and...

Anyway, I guess he got mad,
and he threw me down the stairs.

How do you think Giovanni
knew all about you?

What soap you
use, stuff like that?

I don't know.

It's like somebody was
watching me all the time.

And you don't
know what it's like.

You don't know who it is like,

is it a neighbor, is it
somebody you work with?

This guy says he met you in a bar
on Eighth Avenue a few months ago.

I don't go to bars.

Not ever?

I don't like the
atmosphere. Why go?

You make it sound like my
daughter did something wrong.

No, no. We have to check.

How can this be Giovanni?

I don't know this man, how
can he know so much about me?

Okay, if it's not him,
who's your candidate?

You have no idea how much
time I have spent on this,

and the only name that I have
ever been able to come up with

was Louis Dutton.

Who is he?

He lived in my building where I
was when the e-mail first started.

Why him?

I would be at the
supermarket, and he'd be there.

I would be at the dry cleaner,

and he would be in
line right behind me.

Did you tell Detective
Fraker about him?

He said that he
would look into it,

but I never heard anything.

I mean, first the e-mail,
and now the phone calls,

and now he tries to
kill me. Please help me.

Please, make him stop!

Let me know if we can
reciprocate. Thanks.

Philadelphia PD says
Lowery was incarcerated

at the Rawling Correctional
Facility in Brownsville

from January to
September of last year.

What for? Computer fraud.

He was hacking into people's
bank accounts, and helping himself.

So he knows how to send e-mail.

Cons got computers?

The officer I spoke to didn't
know, but said he doubted it.

Rawling is a private
prison run for profit.

What'd you do with Lowery?

He's back at Rikers on a harassment
complaint from one of his neighbors.

Any other suspects? One.

Louis Dutton. No record.

Find out if we
want to change that.

Louis Dutton? Yeah.

We're investigating a complaint.

Where were you two
nights ago around 1:00 a.m.?

First, unless you can connect me
with the objective of your investigation,

you have no right to
question my whereabouts.

Oh, good, a constitutional
scholar. Do you know Andrea Blake?

And second, I'm
under no obligation

to answer your questions
under any circumstances.

Maybe he'd like to repeat
all this down at the precinct.

Third, I'm not going
anywhere with you

unless you arrest me, and I'm waiting
to hear what the charge would be.

That's a nice camera
you got in there.

What size lens is
that, 500 millimeter?

And a scenic view.

Yeah. You get a nice
close-up of the pigeon crap

on the windowsill
across the way.

Or the person who
lives in that apartment.

You're wasting my time.

And here's a tip, you're
wasting yours, too.

Yeah, I remember Andrea Blake.

Nice lady, friendly,
good tipper.

Which apartment she live in?
- Sebastian.

7H.

7H? Would that be across the
airshaft from Louis Dutton in 7B?

Yeah. Who's in there now?

A 19-year-old girl from
Toadsuck, Arkansas,

who thinks she's gonna
be the new Betty Buckley.

Yeah, I'm not making that
up. Toadsuck, Arkansas.

You know if Dutton has his
own darkroom equipment?

I don't know. He gets a
lot of mail from a photo lab.

Yeah. You remember
the name of the place?

Sure. Imagine Photo Lab.
I think it's on Third Avenue.

Who processes these?
The guys in the back.

Didn't anybody think
to notify the police?

I know it looks like he's
invading people's privacy...

Looks like?

These people obviously have no
idea they're being photographed.

Nude women in their own
apartments, shots up women's dresses.

No, no. He always sends
signed releases with the film.

We keep 'em on file.

Did you ever notice the handwriting's
the same on all these signatures?

What does he do with these?

Look up this address

on the net.

This guy takes pictures
of naked women.

They don't know he's doing it,
and this is what he does with them?

He puts himself in the
pictures, and has virtual sex.

Is that him? Yeah.

He should keep his clothes on.

Candid Camera for the '90s?

Louis Dutton's website.

Baronmuchhumpin.com.

Who's the girl?

The new Betty Buckley.

That's the apartment Andrea
Blake lived in when the e-mail started.

Dutton live there
at the time? Yep.

In this one picture, I can
see a box of Wheaties,

a can of Pledge, a
Dominos pizza box.

Yeah. You look through
that window long enough,

you'll see everything she owns,
and every brand name she uses.

Mmm. Get a search warrant.

And tell the new Betty
Buckley to close her blinds.

We're seizing your
computer, your camera,

and 16 rolls of exposed,
but unprocessed film.

This is a clear violation
of the Fourth Amendment.

Yeah. Well, the
judge didn't think so.

Rey. You got a lot of
pictures of Andrea Blake here.

But she's got her
clothes on in all of them.

Must've been quite a
disappointment, huh?

And we're arresting you.

Now, I know
you're a stickler, so,

violation of penal law
235.21, and 240.20 sub 7,

that's disseminating
indecent material to minors,

and creating a physically
offensive condition by any act

which serves no
legitimate purpose.

240.20 sub 7 is
unconstitutionally vague,

and will never
survive an appeal.

You probably already know
you have the right to remain silent.

Why don't you use it?

The last I heard, bad
taste is not a crime.

If it was, Louis here
would be facing life.

It's bad enough I have to listen to
these Neanderthals denigrate my art,

don't you do it, too.

Bouncing breasts are art?

Troglodyte.

Where were you at
1:00 a.m. last Saturday?

What does that have
to do with the charge?

We're investigating him
for attempted murder.

They're railroading me.

They're desperate to
shut down my website.

Don't say anything.

Give me some details.

Well, somebody shoved Andrea
Blake down a flight of stairs.

Where were you
last Saturday night?

Does the name Giovanni
mean anything to you?

You have no right to pry
into any area of my life.

Look, we have your computer.

If there's any evidence on the
hard drive, we're gonna find it.

Evidence of what? I have no
idea what you're talking about.

You're fishing.
End of discussion.

You can make bail after the
arraignment. And keep your mouth shut.

Mr. Sanchez is leaving.

Mr. Dutton will be
enjoying our hospitality.

Maybe we could take
a picture of Dutton

over to Miss Blake's
current address.

See if anybody noticed
him hanging around.

Is there one of him
with his clothes on?

I vote for a mug shot.

You ever see this
guy hanging around?

If I say I've seen
him, will you leave me

and my building
out of this mess?

You're a real ray of
sunshine, aren't you?

You guys have brought
me nothing but trouble.

Now I got to fumigate. I never
seen so many cockroaches.

Well, you run a roach
motel, that's your problem.

You seen this guy or not?

I run a clean building.

It's that girl, that
Andrea Blake.

It's her stinking, rotten garbage
sitting there the whole time

with the heat on
while she was gone.

She's back?

Her and her roach colony.

I never seen this guy.

She told us she
took her garbage out.

I don't understand why you
had me come down here.

You're just asking me more
questions about Louis Dutton.

We're trying to find out
if he's linked to the e-mail

you say somebody sent you.

I say?

What's this all about?

Well, you told us you
took out the garbage

the night you were
attacked, right?

I took out half of it.

There's only one trash
can in your kitchen.

You let your garbage pile up?

Sometimes.

Your place is so clean
you could eat off the floor.

Miss Blake, you're
a nurse, right?

So you know about
people coming in

with phony ailments,
looking for attention.

Oh, God, you don't believe me.

We get the same thing sometimes.

People making up stories
about being victimized,

confessing to crimes
they didn't commit,

saying they witnessed
an incident they didn't.

This is a nightmare. He is real.

He tormented me with the
phone calls and the e-mail.

He tried to kill me.
You have to listen.

Miss Blake, there's
absolutely no evidence

that anybody pushed
you down those stairs.

Now, we think you started
getting e-mail that scared you.

You went to the police,

they told you they couldn't do anything
until there was a crime committed,

so you faked a crime.

He's real.

You threw yourself down
those stairs, didn't you?

He is out there. Please!

Look, we really do want to help
you, but you got to tell us the truth.

The truth is he tried to kill me!
I am dead unless you help me!

And you don't even
believe that I need help.

We believe you about the e-mail.

If it was Dutton, he
won't be doing it again.

He's going to kill me.

Look, these guys that hide
behind computer screens,

they usually aren't
even dangerous.

It's like obscene phone calls.

Your guy'd probably faint if he
had to be in the same room with you.

So she filed a
false police report.

Yeah. But we don't
want to charge her.

How do you want to proceed on
those other charges against Dutton?

Should we spring him?
No. Leave him where he is.

What about the other
one, Lowery? The octopus.

Oh, he's out. The judge took one
look at our charge and released him.

Miss Ross?

The hospital where
Miss Blake works...

Thanks. I got a request from
their attorney for the police report,

and the disposition
on the alleged attack.

Why?

She cost them a lot of
money in added security.

If she made the story up, they'll
probably sue her to recover their costs.

And fire her.

Would that surprise you?

What's the guy's
name? Her lawyer?

I'll take care of it. Thanks.

So I asked 'em, "Was it
the same old problem?"

They said, "Yeah, he wanted
to have sex twice a day,

"she wanted to
have it twice a year."

So what'd you do?

I wrote 'em a
summons which said,

"You must have sex once a
week, and only once a week."

And they bought it?

Yeah. I'm the police!

Beaten and stabbed, broken neck.

At least she can't
say "I told you so."

It's Giovanni! It's the
man in the picture!

Ma'am, can you hear me?

He's on the fire escape!

Oh, my God! He's coming in!

Ma'am, can you get
out of the apartment?

Please help me!
Get away from me!

What does she mean,
"The man in the picture"?

We showed her Lowery's mug shot.

What about Dutton?

She knew him, she would've
just said, "It's Dutton."

We checked on him
anyway. He's still at Rikers.

This is all we have?

Let's get a search warrant
for Lowery's apartment.

Try Judge Livingston,
he has lower standards.

How did you get this?

You got nothing to connect
me to the murder, I didn't do it.

You better hope so,
'cause if I find out you did,

I'm gonna push your face
through the back of your head.

You heard that.

Say what? You'll
have to speak up.

You'll see I like
classical music.

I'm particularly fond of Mozart.

Hey, Lennie, look
at this, and this.

How many recordings of
Don Giovanni do you own?

All but two. I don't
think it's a crime.

Briscoe and Curtis
searched Lowery's apartment.

They found 25 recordings
of Don Giovanni.

They deduced he's an opera fan.

That's helpful.

Have you read the file? Yeah.

Lowery was in prison in
Pennsylvania when the e-mail started.

If he's Giovanni then he must've
had access to an online computer.

Have they checked that out? No.

How sure are they about Lowery?

They dropped the ball,
somebody got killed.

They're sure, and they want him.

Send them to Pennsylvania.

Our philosophy is, you keep 'em
busy, they won't make any trouble.

Lowery was one
of our best workers.

Doing what?

Well, we have contracts
with several companies.

Lowery worked for Homebody.

What's Homebody?

It's a catalog company.

These men are taking
orders from customers.

Can they send e-mail
from these computers?

No. Only the supervisor.

I'm not a prisoner. I
work for Homebody.

We specialize in
mid-range home furnishings.

Your callers know they're
talking to prisoners?

Computers are set up so the
worker never sees the information.

He's inputting your
credit card number,

but all he's seeing
is a row of X's.

I knew one con could memorize
70 digits from hearing 'em once.

We screen them carefully
before we hire them.

Russell Lowery, he an example
of your careful screening?

A hacker who's in
prison for computer crime.

Russell Lowery? Ring a bell?

Sure, I think I remember him.

You let him use your
computer, didn't you?

How'd you work it?

Did he tell you
that? He's a liar.

He's a better liar than you are.

I have the only key.
Nobody gets in here but me.

I ordered a desk for Katie
from Homebody last year.

I gave my name, address, phone,
and credit card numbers to a convict?

Yeah. The prisoners
make $350 an hour.

They get to keep half of it.

The rest goes into a
victim's restitution fund.

Now, we don't know how much
the prison makes out of the contract,

nobody will tell us.

But we went back over
Andrea Blake's records.

Now, she ordered an
end table from Homebody,

about a month before
the e-mail started.

She calls to order some
stuff, she gets Lowery.

She used to be
outgoing, friendly.

They chat, she triggers
something in him.

Once he had her
credit card number,

he could find out anything
he wanted to know about her.

He logs onto the Internet.

You let your fingers
do the stalking.

The databases give
him e-mail address,

social security number,
bank accounts, credit report,

everything she ever
ordered by phone.

Yeah. But who orders toothpaste
and soap over the phone?

I mean, this guy knew what
brand of frozen waffles she ate.

She had a supermarket
discount card.

You mean every time they scan
my discount card at the market...

Everything you buy goes into
their computer under your name.

Even if they don't sell the data to
other companies, a hacker can find it.

Like Lowery did.

We're getting ahead
of ourselves here.

We haven't tied
him to Andrea Blake.

The only way we can
do that is this supervisor

who says Lowery
never used his computer.

He was lying.

All right.

Let's see if we can
prove any of this.

Get a subpoena for Homebody's
Pennsylvania phone records,

and a subpoena
for this supervisor.

And arrest Russell Lowery.

Not guilty.

Your Honor, the case
against Mr. Lowery

is a figment of the District
Attorney's imagination.

Then the trial should be
mercifully short, Counselor.

Miss Ross, People on bail?

The People request the
defendant be remanded without bail.

Your Honor, the prosecution's entire
case is based on my client's love of opera.

Our case is, he stalked
and killed the victim.

Given the seriousness of
the charge, bail is denied.

The defendant is
remanded. Next case.

"Docket number 026797..."

I hope we have more
than Mozart to take to trial.

The Brownsville D.A.
issue the subpoenas yet?

The prison's the big
employer in the area.

The D.A.'s giving
me the runaround.

I've got nothing to
threaten them with.

The catalog company's
based here. Threaten them.

This is up to the local authorities
in Brownsville, Miss Ross.

And Mr. Wilson
is a free individual,

I can't force him
to do anything.

I'm sure you must
have some influence.

How do you think
the public would react

if they found out they were giving
their credit card numbers to criminals?

Every precaution is taken.

The arrangement actually
benefits the customers

by keeping the costs down.

And the prisoners
learn a marketable skill.

And you don't care that your
policies have resulted in a murder?

No. I see no reason
to think that's true.

You may change your mind when you're
facing charges of obstruction of justice.

If you think you
can make that stick.

I don't think I can.

But I do know how this will
play out on the Six O'Clock News.

I like talking to reporters.

They're so eager.

I'll bring your proposal to
the attention of my superiors.

Who makes the best
workers? Murderers? Rapists?

Child molesters?

I told the police I
have the only key.

I can't help your case. Why
would you want me to testify?

The police don't believe you.

Neither do I.

If you had given
your key to an inmate,

would you lose your job?

Of course I would.

So you're between a rock and
a hard place here, aren't you?

I would be if I'd given
anybody the key.

Are you aware somebody
used your computer

to send obscene
and harassing e-mail

to a young woman who
was subsequently murdered?

That's what I was told.

Where were you on the night of
February 2nd? That was a Friday.

At my cabin in the Poconos.

Alone?

Yes. Did anybody see you?

You're making it
sound like I killed her.

The phone records prove the
e-mail was sent from your computer.

I guess so.

Well, if you're the only one
with access to the computer,

then you must've
sent the e-mail.

I'm ready to amend
the indictment

against Mr. Lowery to include you as an
accomplice, unless you tell me the truth.

Did Russell Lowery have access
to your computer at Rawling prison?

Mr. Wilson?

Yeah.

Should we tell Homebody Wilson's
been siphoning money from the company?

Lowery found evidence, and
used it to blackmail Wilson.

Poetic justice.

The defense is moving
to suppress the 911 tape.

Get away from me!

The victim, in a state of panic,

is describing a man
breaking into her apartment.

She identifies the
intruder as "Giovanni."

And you're seeking to
introduce this as an identification

of the defendant, Mr. Lowery?

Yes, sir. Miss Blake had previously
seen Mr. Lowery's mug shot.

The police believed that he was
the Giovanni who was stalking her.

So what if the
police believed it?

Miss Blake couldn't
ID the photo.

The police never told Miss Blake
the real name of the man in the picture.

To her he was Giovanni.

So when she identified
her murderer by that name,

it was as if she had said,
"Russell Lowery is killing me."

The problem is
the tape is hearsay.

This is a clear exception
to the hearsay rule.

Her statements are admissible
as excited utterances.

This does seem to be
an exception, Mr. Minetti.

The victim had no
earthly reason to lie.

I see no bar to
admitting the tape.

Mr. McCoy is leaving
out one salient point, sir.

Two weeks before she died,

Miss Blake fabricated
an attack on herself,

and told the police
that Giovanni did it.

Is that true, Mr. McCoy?

The police reports are
attached to my papers, Judge.

She threw herself
down a flight of stairs?

And she destroyed her own veracity
by making the false accusation.

The police concluded
that she was desperate.

No one would take
her plight seriously.

Everywhere she turned for help,

she was sent away with a pat on
the head and a "Don't worry about it."

But she falsely
accused Mr. Lowery?

She didn't know Mr. Lowery.

She accused Giovanni.

It was only later that she
was able to link the two,

as she clearly did
on the 911 tape,

at a time when, as Your Honor
says, she had no earthly reason to lie.

Unfortunately, Mr. McCoy,
the young woman is not here

to clarify her state of mind.

All we know is, she lied once,

so we can no longer make
a presumption of credibility.

The tape is inadmissible.

Thank you, Judge.

I don't understand.

It's a technicality, Mrs. Blake.

The accused has the right
to cross-examine his accuser,

and in this case, he can't.

Do you hear yourself?

This person gets away with killing
my daughter because he killed her.

They really brainwash you
people in law school, don't they?

The protections are
there for everyone.

Sometimes it makes it harder
for us to get a conviction.

Andrea worked with
Nurses Without Borders.

She worked on her vacations,

she worked to save
children all around the world.

But you don't give a
damn about that, do you?

All you care about is
protecting the so-called rights

of a maniac who killed her.

Why didn't anybody
protect her rights?

We're not giving up, Mrs. Blake.

If you can't use the
only evidence you have,

what exactly are
you planning to do?

I don't disagree with her.

Sometimes we're so
intent on a grain of sand,

we lose sight of the beach.

Without the 911 tape,
can you convince a jury

that Lowery was the man
coming through the window?

There was no skin
under her fingernails,

and nobody's blood
but hers at the scene.

Whatever he did with
his clothes and the knife,

the police haven't found them.

We can prove he's Giovanni,
he's the cyber-stalker, that's about it.

The tape was the
only piece of evidence

which identified
Lowery as the killer.

Without the connection,
there is no case.

I hear some judge
threw out the tape.

We're waiting for the
other shoe to drop.

Which is?

Motion to dismiss.
Which we're gonna lose.

The tape's out 'cause she
lied about the first attack?

Yes.

I don't think she lied.

I think the guy pushed
her down the stairs.

Did it occur to you to
mention this sooner?

I didn't know there was
gonna be a problem.

Do you have anything besides
an opinion based on hindsight?

Twenty-eight years’ experience.

Why'd you change your mind?

You saw the crime scene photos
and you have to ask me that?

We made a mistake
and she paid for it.

You understand the implications?

Yeah, the defense
has a police report

that says the opposite
of what I'm saying.

Minetti will tear you to shreds
on the stand, I can't stop it.

I can make the case.

Under oath?

You set it up. I'll be there.

We're indicting Lowery
for attempted murder.

For the incident on the stairs?

I'm not sending Briscoe
to the lions without backup.

What about the police report?

You heard the man.

The police made a mistake.

And there were injuries other
than the ones from the fall.

Miss Blake's neck was scratched,
bleeding from where she'd been choked.

Is there anything else to support
your conclusion, Detective?

The gold necklace used to
choke her was totally mangled.

Now, if you were
gonna do that to yourself,

you'd use a piece of
cheap costume jewelry,

not something that
costs 300 bucks.

My goodness, isn't this convenient
for the prosecution's case?

How am I supposed
to answer that?

Why don't you give us your
opinion, Detective Briscoe?

That seems to be
all you have to offer.

Can we have less sarcasm,
and more elucidation, Mr. Minetti?

Detective Briscoe, did you
really change your mind,

or did you, in your
zeal to convict my client,

decide to commit perjury?

Your Honor.

I'd like to hear the
answer, Mr. McCoy.

I reinterpreted the evidence
based on subsequent events.

"Reinterpreted"?

Is that the way you
talk, Detective Briscoe?

Have you been coached?

Your Honor, Detective Briscoe approached
the D.A.'s office, he was not coached.

You're accusing a police
detective of lying under oath,

and two Assistant D.A.s
of suborning perjury.

Do you have anything
to back up your charges?

Yeah. His opinion.

All right. That'll do,
Detective Briscoe.

Move on, Mr. Minetti.

Detective Briscoe,
didn't the landlord state

that there was no way for an
intruder to enter the building?

I went back to the building, and
rang several buzzers at random.

An old lady buzzed me in. She
thought I was the pizza she ordered.

Did she buzz anyone in on the night
of the first incident? Did anybody?

Nobody admitted it.

So the answer to
that question is no.

The answer is, he got
in the building somehow.

No. Not if the attack was faked.

Didn't Miss Blake acknowledge by her
behavior that she made this story up?

No.

The official police report
says she did. I quote,

"When he asked Miss Blake
if she made up the story,

"she burst into tears."

Who wouldn't? She was terrified.

And there we were accusing
her instead of helping her.

By "we," you mean yourself,

and your partner,
Detective Curtis?

Yes.

Does Detective Curtis concur
with your revised conclusion?

As far as I know.

Let's have a yes
or no, Detective.

Sure he does.

She didn't stab herself six
times and break her own neck.

Nor did my client
do that, Judge.

Mr. McCoy,

you've amended the indictment to
include the attempted murder charge?

Yes.

Judge, that's a blatant attempt

to give credence to
Detective Briscoe's flip-flop.

All right, Mr. Minetti,
that's enough.

You can bring this up
again in front of the jury.

I'm going to let them
decide the victim's credibility.

Tape's back in.

Where the hell do you get
off pulling a stunt like this?

They were gonna
dismiss the charges.

So you lie to a
judge? I didn't lie.

I'm looking at the transcript, Lennie.
You're an inch away from perjury!

More like a foot,
foot and a half.

I am not laughing.

How dare you go behind my
back on something like this?

We owe this girl something.

We called her a liar and we sent
her straight into Lowery's arms.

Well, I don't think she
lied, and that's what I said.

And thanks to you,
Lowery's gonna walk.

What the hell is that supposed to
mean? I stopped him from walking.

What, for a couple of minutes?

His lawyer just subpoenaed
me to testify at the trial.

For the defense!

Fine. So back me up.

One of my detectives lying
under oath is more than enough.

Thank you.

That's it!

I don't like being submarined.

I got a right to my opinion.

No. What you got is
a lot of nerve, Lennie,

making it sound like I
agree with you, partner.

It never occurred to me
that you wouldn't, partner.

What, you wanna
see this scum bounce?

I want to see him strapped
down with a needle in his arm,

but I'm not gonna perjure
myself to make it happen!

Curtis is standing
by the original report.

Briscoe said Curtis
agreed with him.

Another mistake?

St Mark's Hospital wanted a copy of
the police report after the first incident.

They were gonna fire
Blake if she made it up.

And? Curtis said he'd handle it.

And?

She didn't get fired.

I make notes of all my
meetings, Miss Ross.

I'll make notes of this
one right after you leave.

Here it is.

"Detective Curtis,
re: Andrea Blake."

Did you ask him for a
copy of the police report?

Yes. As I told you,

if Andrea Blake had made
up these stalking stories,

we would have fired her,

and probably sued her for the
cost of the extra security measures.

Did Detective Curtis
give you the report? No.

He said the report would
be available in litigation,

but he didn't think we
had cause to sue her.

Did he say why?

He said she was being stalked, and
she did have reason to fear for her safety.

Did he mention her
tumble down the stairs?

He told me the police had
no incontrovertible evidence

to show she made it up.

Is Detective Briscoe
telling us the truth?

All he said was he
changed his opinion.

After the tape was suppressed.

We'll never know when
he changed his mind.

I've got to go with
what we've got.

What you've got is two cops
making us look like morons.

Who are both trying
to do the right thing.

Their good intentions
could cost us a conviction.

Offer Lowery a plea.

I did. Minetti turned it down.

Then do something else.

I only have one move left.

Hang Rey Curtis out to dry.

Detective Curtis,
when you investigated

what the prosecution
calls the attempted murder,

what evidence did you find that my client
had ever been in Miss Blake's building?

None.

Did you find any evidence that my client
had pushed Miss Blake down the stairs?

No.

Did you find any evidence that anybody
pushed Miss Blake down the stairs?

Well, the situation lent itself
to various interpretations.

I see. Your Honor,
defense's number eight.

Is this your report of the
incident, Detective Curtis?

Yes. And you concluded that

Andrea Blake faked
the attack in the building?

I did.

Do you still stand
by your report?

Yes, I do.

Thank you, Detective
Curtis. Nothing further, Judge.

Did your investigation conclude

that Miss Blake was being stalked
by a man using the name Giovanni?

Yes. Did your investigation

conclude that Russell Lowery and
Giovanni were the same person?

Yes.

Did your investigation conclude

that Miss Blake was in lethal, and
immediate danger from her stalker?

Not at first.

At what point did you reach
that conclusion, Detective?

When you saw her
lying dead on the ground

of multiple stab wounds,
and a broken neck?

Did you make a mistake

that cost the victim her life?

Look, the police
investigate crimes.

Once we concluded there
was no attempted murder,

there was nothing
to investigate.

No. You concluded that no
crime had been committed,

and that she faced no
serious threat from Mr. Lowery?

Yes.

But you told her employer that
she was in danger from Giovanni?

Yes.

Did you lie?

Look, I felt sorry for her.

I didn't think that she
should get fired from her job.

Is that a yes? You lied?

Yes.

Are you lying now?

No.

I'm finished with this witness.

Will the defendant please rise?

Ladies and gentlemen of the
jury, have you reached a verdict?

Yes, Your Honor.

On the charge of attempted
murder, how do you find?

We find the defendant guilty.

On the charge of murder in the
second degree, how do you find?

We find the defendant guilty.

I hope he stays in
prison for a long time.

We'll be asking for
life without parole.

Perhaps that's not much comfort.

It helps.

Beautiful day, huh?

No hard feelings, Rey.

I'm glad Lowery went down.

You okay?

I'm okay with what I did.

I just hope you're okay, Lennie.