All language subtitles for Law & Order s03e01 Skin Deep.eng

In the criminal justice syst
em,

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.

Whatever it costs, my kids
are going to Catholic school.

You're a Baptist.

I don't care. Those nuns
know how to build character.

Here you go, sweetheart.

You're sure that's
very light, no sugar?

That's what you told me.

It has to be very light.

You let go, it'll float in the air.

Oh, man. Sometimes I want to
forget I'm married, I swear.

You just like her 'cause
her features are white.

Oh, yeah. That's why
I like you so much.

Oh!

Anything with your coffee,
gentlemen?

♪♪

Mr. Decker?

Hello.

Mr. Decker?

Mr. Decker?

Looks like an invited guest.

The door was open,

there was no sign of forced entry.

My dad said, "Be a cop,
look what you miss out on."

This must be what he meant.

They didn't look like that
in my high school yearbook,

that's for sure.

They didn't sell your
high school yearbook

in Times Square.

What've we got,
a rare scissors collector?

Photographic supplies.

They're just like the
ones in the body.

Listen, when you're done with this,
I want it, okay?

Nice work.

Think she needed any
help getting dressed?

I think you don't make
a detective's salary

for being a
photographer's assistant.

When you're through
looking at that body,

would you mind taking
a look at this one?

The girl who found him

was on her way to have
her picture taken.

This guy told her

that she was gonna be
on a magazine cover.

He was supposed to
work tonight, huh?

In his pajamas?

Call it in.

He made all the girls
bring him coffee.

"Very light."

Could've saved bucks,
he bought his own pot.

Wasrt his money, was it?

I was working at Bloomingdale's,

you know, spraying
cologne at people

coming off the escalator?

Mr. Decker gave me his card

before I could spray him.

He said I had good cheekbones.

Makes you Number 467, honey.

He had girls in and out all hours,
all lookers,

some of them two,
three times a day.

The man had very clean fingernails.

Of course developing fluid,
do it every time.

Or a good manicurist.

No one gets manicures any more.

You catch hepatitis.

Isn't here. Plenty of
prints in the loft.

Twelve usable sets other
than the victim's.

I sent 'em all out.
None of them turned up a record.

Maybe you noticed we
found a pair of scissors.

Good thumb and index finger
at the top of the blade.

Great. Now all we
need is a suspect.

Look for a Black Widow Spider.

Don't they kill their
mates after sex?

Your victim had semen
and vaginal secretions

in his Doctor Dentors.

Okay. We find a woman,
can you make a match?

The DNA in vaginal secretions?

When there's exfoliated
epithelial cells,

which there happen to be.

Figure the guy pulls
his pj's on right after

and just before he was killed.

The samples werert even dry.

You got a very
well-mannered killer here.

Waited till he got dressed.

I'm sure he was grateful.

So where does that get us?
A lovers' quarrel?

After sex?

Most people, you fight
and then have sex.

He's not married.

So what is this?
The girlfriend leaves,

he falls asleep,
a burglar wakes him?

And stabs him in the
middle of the loft,

in the back. No struggle.

I suppose that means
you have a better idea?

He had four appointments
on his calendar.

Julian Decker, huh! What a loss.

Then you werert involved with him?

However you mean that,
the answer is no.

I had as little to do
with Julian as possible.

And believe me,
I'd have preferred less.

Do you know who was
involved with him?

This city is full of women
with dreadful taste.

But you're not one of them.

He could smile the
chrome off a fender.

I just didn't want
him around my girls.

All right. So,
you werert working with him.

But why were you his last
appointment yesterday?

In his book, not mine.

He barged in around 5:00.

Wanted me to recommend
him for work.

I asked him to leave. He did.

Hey, some girls must've
found him attractive.

You'll find my girls

on the covers of Vogue, Detective.

You'll find Juliars in
catalogue lingerie ads.

Some girls were interested in him.

But not mine.

Miss Norman?

Gone for three weeks, Barbados.

Saturday morning, first class.

She took six suitcases.

I got her sunscreen
before she left.

Number 15, unscented.

You fold her underwear, too?

I like to be close to my tenants.

I wonder why.

Didrt that calendar have a red line

through Clarissa Normars name?

It was won'th checking.

The other two are downtown.

The 11:00 is East 16th,
off Park Avenue South.

Angela Brant.

I was making the rounds,
looking for work.

Julian didn't have any.

Which he told me after
I bought him breakfast.

It seems Mr. Decker

liked to take advantage
of people, huh?

Doesrt everybody?

Look, I'll never have
to buy him coffee again,

but I will miss the work.

How old would you say she is?

Maybe 30.

Try 16.

They do her hair and make-up,
she looks 30.

I'm 38, I haven't looked
30 since I was 20.

It's easy to take advantage of me.

I wouldn't peg you as that
vulnerable, Miss Brant.

I was a model when I was a kid.

In my senior year in high school,

I made five times
what my father did

in his hardware store.

All the big agencies wanted me.

Celeste Foxx herself came around.

Problem is, it doesn't last.

You're still working.

I have a daughter
in private school.

I'll be doing catalogues
from the grave.

Sounds like you needed Mr.
Decker a lot.

Not enough to sleep with him.

You know who did?

I told you, I didn't
work for him that much.

Now, if that's all,
I'm late for aerobics.

Uh, just one more thing,
Miss Brant.

Can you tell us where
you were from, uh,

let's say, 6:00 to about 8:
00 last night?

What?

Hi, kids.

Hi.

What's going on?

I have to go out.
We can discuss it later.

Why don't you go
hang out in your room

for a while, okay?

Okay. Okay.

I admitted I didn't like him.

Can we finish this some other time?

Could you just tell us
where you were last night?

I had dinner with my ex-husband.

Got home around 9:00.

Jeffrey Brant. He's a banker.

Until when? Okay.
Well, thank you, Mr. Brant.

The ex-husband says
that he was with her

from 6:00 until
some time past 8:00.

It's an alibi,

unless she got to the
phone before we did.

Next up, Betty Ann Can'ter,
West 24th.

Want to bet she didn't
like him either?

Look on the bright side.

If we do this all week,

you'll never have to buy
Playboy again.

What are you saying?

I treat all women like objects?

More specific. Like furniture.

This one, I promise,
I won't even look at her.

What do you want me to do? Cry?

I'll send a check to the
Dead Photographers' fund.

You did work for him, Miss Can'ter.

You don't have a bed,
you sleep in the gutter.

I get into shape,
I'm out of catalogues

and back in magazines.

You don't look like
you're falling apart.

You should've seen me at 19, sugar.

Miss Southern Alabama Cotton Queen.

Without liftir a finger.

Cover of Mademoiselle.
Studio 54 till dawn.

Julian said that I was finished.

Well, Lauren Huttors past 40.

She works. I'm still a Size 6.

You'll pardon me,

but if this is what you get
when you're out of work...

Oh, yeah.

Well, used to be owned
by me and Citibank.

Now, just the bank,
and they're sellir it.

Poor Julian, may he rest in hell.

Who do you think killed him?

We think he had a girlfriend.

Oh. I see.

Last night?

I was on a revolving pedestal

pointir at the kind of
yacht I used to cruise on.

Boat show, the Meadowlands.

Better than what a lot
of girls end up doir.

You mean to supplement
their income.

What do you think you
do when this goes,

and these are all you have left?

Thank you.

She was on a yacht display
from 3:00 till 10:00.

She didn't get dizzy?

No, she got a break from 5:
00 to 7:00.

The guy doesn't know where she was.

All right. Well, that's a
half-hour through the tunnel,

and a half-hour back.

That gives her just enough time.

Not unless she can fly.

I went to see the in-laws,

one of the tubes was
closed in the Lincoln.

Two hours just to get there.

Round-trip in two hours? No way.

We got no girlfriend. We don't
even know who could've been there.

All we got is a sleazeball
who was begging for work.

Who says the one he had sex
with is the one who killed him?

Wait a minute.
Am I missing something here?

This guy was begging for work?

He even made the
girls buy him coffee.

Expensive camera equipment, 3,
000 square feet in Tribeca.

This guy must've been
one heck of a beggar.

Find out how he paid for his life,

maybe we find out the
reason it's over.

Not much in the loft.

What, there were boxes of receipts.

And four-year-old tax returns.

Signed by a CPA?

Mr. Decker.

He reported $68,
000 gross income last year.

According to his travel records,

his trips to the islands
cost at least half that.

Those were photo shoots.

That's a legitimate
business deduction.

And his food, and his mortgage,

and his clothes,
and his equipment, and Uncle Sam,

all came out of the rest of it?

Well, I only know what he reported.

I don't know a thing
about his other income.

If there was any other income.

You like to go to the islands,
too, Mr. O'Hara?

Me? No,

my skin can't take the sun.

That's good,

'cause if you signed
those tax returns

knowing he had other income,

you're gonna be out of
the sun a long time.

Okay, look. Models
have a short life span.

Julian found them other work.

Remember the guy in the diner?

Said girls were going
in and out of there

two, three times a day.

What were they doing, Mr. O'Hara?

Getting their
graduation photos taken?

Okay. A lot of guys
who'll pay big bucks

to see a girl from the swimsuit
issue without her swimsuit.

So that the guy could

slip into something
more comfortable.

Everybody's a consenting adult.

No harm, no foul, right?

This guy was not only a
photographer, he was a pimp.

Yeah, and where does that get you?

A john did it? One of his girls?

We don't know any of his johns.
Or his girls.

Well, you'd better start with
all the models he photographed.

Check their bank accounts.

The cotton queen.

She talked about what
the other girls did

when their faces went.

She didn't mean they
got rich boyfriends.

Rich boyfriends by the hour.

But she didn't know
Decker was a pimp.

Or she didn't want to tell us.

Sure he asked me to do it.

$2,500 a week on my back
instead of $500 on my feet.

Well, it must've been tempting.

Maybe to you.

But, honey, I don't
think you'd survive.

In my experience, cops just
can't perform that often.

So, you never turned a trick, huh?

Those beauty contests,

some cracker judge would
put his hands on my ass

and offer me more money
than I'd ever seen

to be his date.

I didn't do it then,
I don't do it now.

That doesn't mean I have any cause

to look down on those who do.

That's real democratic of you.

Well, it's a free country.

At least I don't drink
from the taxpayer's trough,

like some people.

Did Mr. Decker try to
put pressure on you?

Oh, every time I was there.

He'd be at his little computer,

addir up the money the
girls would bring.

But I told him,

"Honey, you can type till
your fingers fall off.

I work vertical or not at all."

We found files on
Decker's hard drive,

one for each month.

They go back two years.

Trouble is, they have passwords.

Well, can't you break the code?

Randomly I wouldn't
find the right algorithm

till next summer.

FBI computers could do it.

Six weeks.

Six weeks. Oh, no problem.
Right, Phil?

Our case won't go cold.

What's on the files?

We were hoping hookers.

What would he call them?

Hookers.

Wiseass. You know
the guy's birthday?

November 15, 1959.

Okay, the initials must be hookers

with dates and dollar amounts.

The names and addresses
must be the johns.

H.D. Gets anywhere
from $750 to $1,000.

She presses your pants
when she's done.

I have a feeling it's more
specialized than that.

R.L. Mostly $200 a shot,

but she doesn't work Wednesdays.

Choir practice.

A.B. $150 to $300.

J.S., about the same.

A.B.? His second
appointment of the day.

What, Angela what's her name?

Brant. East 16th.

A.B. Could there be more than one?

She said she was with
her husband, right?

He confirmed it.

Still, it's won'th a shot.

Allan Rohmer. 874, Third Avenue.

Every Monday at 6:00.

Late Monday afternoon?

I was probably
casting a commercial.

You use the couch?

Only in movies from the '50s,
Detective.

In advertising we barely have time

to sharpen the pencils.

What did you have
time for Monday night,

let's say around 6:00?

Is this a hobby with you

or are you looking to
change professions?

I was casting an
airline commercial.

I needed stewardesses.

Oh, yeah? Well, fly me.
My initials are A.B.

Do you look for stewardesses
every Monday, Mr. Rohmer?

Look, I, I saw all that in
the Post about Decker,

but what has this got
to do with Angela?

Was Miss Brant here?

Yes. She was very nervous.

She was all worked up.
But you don't think Angela...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What was she nervous about?

Look, she's a lovely lady.

I like her a lot. I didn't ask.

She sharpen your pencil?

She asked if we could skip it,

she wasrt in the mood.

She was only here maybe 20 minutes.

So, you're tellir me

she makes a stop on Third Avenue,

cries on his shoulder,
races downtown,

has sex with Decker
and then kills him?

Well, this was a
hooker and her pimp.

Maybe she wanted to change the deal.
Maybe he wanted to change it.

Maybe she couldn't get over
the slaughter in Yugoslavia.

Well, first she said she
was with her ex-husband.

Then it turns out she's
at the ad agency.

She's breaking the law, Mike.
What do you want her to say?

"Oh, that's right, Officer,
I was out turning tricks."

Now, when did the husband
say he was with her?

He said 6:00 to 8:00.

"Hello, dear. If you don't
want your name in the papers

"when the cops get there,
tell them we had dinner

at 6:00, not 7:00."

So she's a liar.
It doesn't mean she's a killer.

I'd like to toss her
apartment anyway.

Just to see if Decker's
blood shows up.

What are you gonna
do for a warrant?

She has an alibi.

Get a print on her.
You may get a match on the scissors.

We already ran her.

No priors, no civil service.

Well, wait a minute. Phil,

you remember we were leavir,

she was in a big rush

to go to what, an aerobics class?

So?

So, she didn't leave with a bag.

Maybe she's got a locker
at the health club.

Excuse me. You don't have
probable cause for an apartment,

you don't have it for a gym locker.

What? The outside of a locker?

There's no expectation of privacy.

How much privacy can you
expect in a locker room?

Are you sure this is legal?

We have your permission.
That makes it legal.

What if I didn't give permission?

Then we've to go and get a warrant,
come back tomorrow

and close you down for a whole day,

instead of just your
locker room for an hour.

Got a pretty good thumb
and index finger.

Let's hope they're a match.

Let's hope they're hers.

Hey, Phil. You know the warrant

you told that healthclub
guy you'd get?

Exactly what probable cause
did you have in mind?

A senile judge.

First prize, gentlemen.

Which of you gets the Styrofoam
dice for the windshield?

What do you got?

Latent said the
prints from the locker

match the prints on the
scissors from Decker's back.

How about that for probable cause?

I told you I saw
Julian that morning.

You didn't go back later?

I was with my ex-husband.
For dinner. I told you that, too.

Yeah, you told me your ex
was a banker. That's right.

Not an ad exec on Third Avenue.

I didn't want you to know about that.
My daughter was there.

It's not something I'm proud of.

And I did see my
husband for dinner.

Phil!

Well, if there's blood on anything,
I don't see it.

Decker had sex with somebody.

You think she got up and went home

without getting dressed?

What can I tell you?

Her prints are on
the murder weapon.

She admits she was in
the loft that morning.

The underwear, Paul.

The vaginal secretions
match what they found

in Decker's pajamas.

She could've had sex with
him in the morning, too.

No, she couldn't.

The sample from the
pajamas was fresh.

How fresh?

What do you want,
a videotape of her boffir the guy

and then stickir the
scissors in his back?

How fresh?

No more than two hours.
It puts her there when he was killed.

She's a hooker, Paul.

She slept with her pimp,
she got very angry,

and she stabbed him.

Call Eyewitness News.
We've never seen

anything like this in
New York City before.

Okay. Pick her up.

Next case, "docket number 64931.

"People v. Angela Brant.

The charge is murder
in the second degree."

Miss Green. Delightful to see you.

You grace my courtroom so rarely.

Certainly not by choice,
Your Honor.

Tell your client it's time
to say the magic words.

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Your Honor,
with a case this strong,

the People see a
substantial flight risk.

We request $250,000.

The defendant has custody
of her daughter, Your Honor.

High bail would be
a serious hardship.

She should've thought of her child

before she became a prostitute.

Did it ever occur to Your Honor

that some women become prostitutes

in order to support their children?

How stupid of me.

God forbid you should
get a regular job.

And let me point out, Miss Green,

for your next visit,
that's a table, not a soapbox.

Bail is $150,000. Short date.

In honor of motherhood.

Murder two?

You couldn't convict
her of bad manners.

Depraved indifference
to human life.

A scissors in the back,
I think that qualifies.

I had sex with him.
It doesn't prove I killed him.

Miss Brant, you lied
about being there,

you lied about your alibi,

and even your lawyer will tell you

that if you lie enough,
juries tend to be suspicious.

Oh, I forgot that section
of the penal law.

Twenty-five years for lying.

Did she lie about her income, too?

Or are you changing your
standards at legal aid?

Oh, no, no, no, no.
She's just flatbacking

until she can liquidate
a major position at IBM.

She's going to pay us back.

Meanwhile. The fingerprints?
Meaningless.

And there's a little
rumor going around

that your DNA match to my client

is less than perfect.

You shouldn't even
be going to trial.

If we had perfect cases,
we wouldn't need juries.

And less than perfect

certainly doesn't change
my job description.

I'll tell the jury she's on trial

because prostitutes
are easy targets.

She was used by her johns,
abused by her pimp,

and desperate to
support her daughter.

What am I hearing?
A prostitute's manifesto?

Hookers of the world unite,
kill your oppressors?

I'm not ashamed of who I am.
I don't need his contempt.

Angela, wait.

Look-it.

Julian Decker was primeval slime

and killing him

was like using penicillin
to kill the clap.

Miss Brant,
I'm not sure your resume

entitles you to that judgment.

Right.

You want to do this, Stone?

I'll clean your clock.

When I'm through, you won't
even care what time it is.

She practically
admitted killing him

and dared us to convict.

And maybe you'll lose.

Who said hookers were dumb?

Dumb enough not to
wash her underwear.

And dumb enough to leave prints.

You have no motive.
She has an alibi.

Shambala Green says pity
the poor prostitute,

she's supporting her child,

and by the way,
everybody hated him,

my client didn't do it.

You get no conviction.

We can put her there at
the time of the murder.

With our excellent lab results.

What, you think Green
can get this suppressed?

Brant's DNA is an 80 percent match

to the vaginal secretions
in the pajamas.

Her ex-husband says
he was with her.

Okay, it's not a walk in the park.

Yes, it is.
You're gonna get mugged.

Break the womars alibi.

Well, what did the husband say?

Delia's restaurant,
in the Village, having dinner.

Let's see if somebody
remembers if they were there.

The cashier remembered Angela.

He saw her picture in the papers.

God bless the fourth estate.

Does he remember when they left?

Well, she and her
ex-husband had an argument.

Stalked out just
after they ordered.

Long before 8:00.

He could've been with her
the rest of the night.

Yeah, if they patched it up quick.

The cashier was at the window.

Says they walked off
in opposite directions.

Let's go find out what
the husband remembers.

Angela always says that.
Like I work on Wall Street.

I'm a loan officer.
She likes the sound of "banker."

Look, uh,

I don't really remember
when we finished dinner.

You don't remember.

The cashier remembers
the shouting started

before the entrée.

We had a disagreement, okay?

Angela wanted more child support.

When you argue about child support,

do you usually stalk
out of the restaurant?

She said Decker was
gouging her on her fees.

You knew she was a prostitute?

Yeah, I knew about Angela.

But my daughter didn't,
and I didn't want her to.

You also told the police

you were with her from 6:
00 to 8:00.

In court, that's called perjury.

I got a wife,
two kids besides Tracy.

Does everybody have to
be dragged into this?

Then, let's say,
let's say I wasrt with her.

Can we just leave it at that?

Let's say you'll testify,

or you'll be reading
a contempt citation.

She called.

She was in a panic. She said
the cops had just been there.

She asked me to say I was with her.

She got into a cab.

Around 7:00 at the latest.

I knew Angela to say hello.

I used to see her at Juliars.
Mr. Decker's.

Did she ever share her feelings

about Mr. Decker with you?

Objection. Calls for hearsay.

Offered for the defendant's
state of mind, Your Honor.

Overruled. Go on, Miss Can'ter.

Angela said she wanted
to warn me about him.

She was having some
trouble with her bills,

her daughter is in private school.

Mr. Decker loaned her some money

and told her that she could
make it up on a shoot.

When she didn't get any work,

he told her that she
could make it up

on her back.

And what was the defendant's
reaction to that?

Well, she was angry.
She told me she felt trapped.

She had to pay him and
she needed more money.

Thank you. Your witness.

When did this happen?

Miss Brant feeling that she'd
been trapped by Mr. Decker?

Uh, six, seven months ago.

So she was angry seven months ago.

Did you ever hear Miss Brant
threaten to kill Mr. Decker?

No. She never said
a thing like that.

What were your feelings
toward Mr. Decker?

Well, like a lot of people, I...

Actually I'd say I
hated Julian Decker

and I hope he rots in hell.

Thank you.

No further questions.

I didn't ask Angela
if she'd killed him.

I mean, it was on the phone,

and I really didn't want to know.

Did Miss Brant tell you
about her conversation

with the police?

She thought they'd call me.

She wanted me to say that
I was with her until 8:00.

She said that if I told the truth,

we'd all get our
names in the papers.

It'd be bad for me,
my wife, my kids,

our daughter Tracy. All of us.

Thank you. No further questions.

You and your ex-wife
hardly spoke, Mr. Brant.

Why was that?

The way Angela lives.

It doesn't fit the life I have now.

What about your life six years ago?

We didn't have one.
We were divorced.

I meant the custody suit
over your daughter Tracy.

The suit you lost.

I didn't lose. I withdrew.

You told the police you were
with your ex-wife that night.

Now you say you werert.

Now, in fact, isn't your
entire testimony today a lie?

Werert you with Angela Brant

the night Julian Decker was killed?

Objection. Asked and answered.

Sustained.

Would you prefer to see
your ex-wife convicted

if it meant getting
custody of your daughter?

Objection.

In fact, won't you do
just about anything

to get custody of your daughter?

She's badgering the witness.

Miss Green, that's enough.

Withdrawn.

No further questions.

A custody case? I can't even
think of a better reason to lie.

That was six years ago, Adam.

He has a new wife, new kids.

He wouldn't want custody.

Is that what a jury thinks?

As a reason to put
your wife in jail,

custody of a child is
the ultimate motive.

Who prepped the husband?

I did. He never mentioned it.

Bring in the rest
of your witnesses.

Go over their testimony.
No more surprises.

Thank you.

Miss Green has just filed a motion

to suppress your DNA evidence.

Should've been pre-trial.
Judge Baum will ignore it.

No court in the
country rejects DNA.

Until this afternoon.

Judge Lucas, down the
hall from Judge Baum.

Rejected our DNA tests
in the Gelman murder.

You better hope that Judge Baum

doesn't play bridge
with Judge Lucas.

This is absurd. She should've
made this motion weeks ago.

Judge Lucas just
changed the picture.

The DNA sample in the Gelman
case was contaminated.

Ours isn't.

Could we look at the law, please?

The standard is Frye v.
United States.

"The evidence must have
gained general acceptance

in the field in which it belongs."

We don't have general acceptance.

Six months ago the National
Academy of Sciences

said DNA tests are questionable.

They said the labs were
questionable, not the tests.

Juries treat science like God.

Especially from police experts.

Pardon me, I do the lecturing here.

You tested the vaginal secretions

against the defendant's DNA.

You got an 80 percent match.

The sample was fresh,
why isn't the match perfect?

Nothing's perfect.

What is that, philosophy or law?

This evidence should be admissible.

But I'm no expert.

The scientists can't agree.

Your Honor, with all due respect...

I hope you'll respect
me in the morning.

But I'm going to have to rule
the DNA is not admissible.

You want to put the defendant
at the murder scene, Ben,

find another way to do it.

Judge Baum is an idiot.

Stuff envelopes for
the county leader,

you, too, can ascend to the bench.

No DNA.

If we don't put her there
at the time of the murder,

the jury'll be out in five minutes.

You'll never get to the jury.

We're looking at a dismissal.

Who saw your victim last?

The modeling agency, Foxx.

Did Decker say anything
to put Angela with him

later that day? Did we ask?

We werert planning on
calling her as a witness.

Let's ask her. Personally.

If he was seeing Angela,
he wouldn't have told me.

Frankly, I'm surprised.

She's a little old for Julian.

Sounds like you almost
feel sorry for her.

I almost do.

I'm sorrier for her daughter.

She wants to be just like Angela.

Brought in her own portfolio,
taken by Decker.

She doesn't have her mother's legs.

Podgy. Bad legs.

The daughter?

She had her pictures
taken by Decker?

Tracy said her mother
encouraged her.

A little hard to believe.

Who would know?

Tracy's friends, maybe.
Her school, Miss Harker's.

I went there myself.

On career day, six girls
handed me their portfolios.

How much does something
like that cost?

$1,500 minimum. Even from Decker.

It makes one wonder
why he did Tracy's.

Tracy always bragged about
her older boyfriend.

The fashion photographer.
Tracy was gonna be a star.

The next Cindy Crawford.
Just like her mother.

Tracy's pretty,
she could be a model.

If they shot her from the waist up.

Those legs!

She could do fingernail ads.

If a big fashion
photographer came on to me,

I'd be interested.

Did Tracy's mother know
about this boyfriend?

They had a fight on the sidewalk,
right outside.

Mrs. Brant found her portfolio.

Mrs. Brant thought something
else was going on.

Do you know what she meant?

They were in love.

And we're 15, not 12.

The mother knew about
Decker and her daughter?

Yeah, it's motive.

But it doesn't put Brant
in the loft that night.

The kids never heard Decker's name

or saw the daughter with him.
It's all hearsay.

What's the problem?
Put the daughter on the stand.

Whatever she knows, she'll lie.

It gives us leverage on Brant,
might get us a deal.

So get a subpoena for
the daughter to testify.

Her testimony isn't relevant.

You'll never get it in.

Last time I looked,
motive was relevant.

This is a homicide,

even Judge Baum won't
keep her off the stand.

Do you know what this
will do to my daughter?

I don't think it's a lot
worse than what you did.

Man two, three to nine.

What does that mean?

It means they're desperate.

Miss Green is wrong.
It means three to nine years in jail.

We're not interested.

Maybe I am.

Come on, Angela, let's go.

It's not won'th it.
I've ruined my life,

I don't want to ruin Tracy's, too.

Angela, trust me,

Tracy will never take the stand.

You're misleading your client.

You're misleading yourself.

I'll see you at the hearing.

This meets no
standard of relevance.

It's a fishing expedition.

The defendant was angry

about her daughter's
involvement with the victim.

It goes to motive.

Motive? It's a theory.

Last week she killed
him over money.

Now it's her daughter.

Next week it'll be
whatever new motive

you dream up over lunch
at the University Club.

Ben, the standard

is whether the testimony
is relevant or collateral.

You don't know if it's
relevant and neither do I.

Thank you.

Don't buy me an apple yet,
Miss Green.

I'll question the girl in chambers

and then make a decision.

Relevance aside, Your Honor,
the girl's in trauma.

She's seeing a psychiatrist.

An interview at this point is...

Fine, I'll order a
psychiatric exam.

By my psychiatrist.

With me present.

For you, Miss Green, anything.

This court orders
a psychiatric exam

of Tracy Brant with
defense counsel present.

I was with my mom.

It... It was a catalogue shoot.

Julian saw me, he liked me.

He said I had great coloring,
better than Mom's.

I had a chance even if she didn't.

Did your mom know

that you were sleeping with Julian?

She found some pictures he took.

I didn't have any clothes on.

What did your mom do?

She told me not to see him again.

She said I'd end
up as a prostitute.

She had no right to say that.

You continued to see Julian.

I had to.

I needed him.

Was Julian the first
man you'd had sex with?

He was experienced.

He made me feel safe.

Do you think your mom
killed him because of you?

Out of bounds, Doc.

Don't answer that, Tracy.

Tracy, how did your mom feel
about you being a model?

She said it was a bad life.

But it was just too hard for her.

She didn't want it bad enough.
She wasrt dedicated.

But I am.

It's what everybody wants.

My friends.

To have everybody think
you're beautiful.

Fifteen years old,

she seemed fairly
self-possessed to me.

Too self-possessed.
Did you hear her?

A scared child

afraid of her mother one minute.

A tough kid, contemptuous
of her mother the next.

You saying she shouldn't testify?

There's something
missing with this girl.

Tracy Brant's life was
bound up in this man.

Everything she wanted,
Julian Decker would get it for her.

If her mother killed him,
she should be enraged.

She's not.

It's strange.

You know what's stranger?
She dared us to convict.

She almost admitted killing him.

Our case gets weaker,
she wants to plead.

Some mothers will do
anything to protect a child.

You're saying the
daughter killed Decker?

I'm saying it's a possibility.

The DNA was a match with Angela.

80 percent.

And where does a daughter
get her DNA from, anyway?

The cops searched the apartment.

Why was the underwear still there,

why didn't Brant get rid of it?

Because she didn't know it
mattered until they found it.

Let's get a blood
sample on the daughter.

Did anybody even
consider the possibility?

Adam, we all made
the same assumption.

We thought the underwear
was the mother's.

When did we turn this office
over to the Marx Brothers?

First, nobody checks out
this husband's custody suit

and now it turns out

that nobody checked whose
bloomers were whose.

You're going for a record here.

So what's the theory?

Mother walks in,
finds the daughter,

stabs Decker in front
of her. That it?

Liz thinks it's possible
that the daughter did it.

Where was the mother?

I think she was
with the ex-husband.

The husband testified
she wasrt with him.

Cerreta and Logan asked
Brant where she was.

She didn't know the
daughter killed Decker.

She tells the truth.

Says she was with her ex.
He backs her up.

Not in court.

But try this.

He changed his mind
after she told him to.

She wanted to look guilty.

He tells the truth the first time,

then lies on the stand.

Both lying.

Protecting the kid. Good.

DNA match on the daughter.

Irrefutable. 100 percent.

Okay.

Only way this works now

is to put husband and wife together

at the time of the killing.

Can you prove that?

It's called perjury, Mr. Brant.

You might want to call your lawyer.

You can't prove anything.

You don't know where Angela was.

I think we do.

We also know where
your daughter was.

We're going to indict Tracy
for murder, Mr. Brant.

She'll be arraigned,

she'll be surrounded by reporters.

Unless you'd like
to make this easier.

Oh, you mean easier for you.

For your daughter.

And if there's any
hope of leniency,

you'd better talk now.

Oh, God.

I did what Angela told me.

I met her for dinner.

She knew about Tracy and Decker.

She wanted my help.
I didn't know what to do.

How late were you together?

She walked away, she was mad.

I started to leave.
I felt guilty, I went back.

We went to the bar on the corner.

We were there till 9:00.

So you told the police the truth.

Yeah. Angela called

after they searched her apartment.

She said if they asked again,
I should tell them I lied.

That I wasrt with her.

She was willing to go to jail.

Anything to save Tracy.

You don't have a case
on either of them.

We're dismissing on Mrs. Brant

and arresting her daughter.

You can't prove Tracy did it.

With what your husband told us
this morning, I think we can.

She didn't understand

that you couldn't have everything.

That life wasrt like that.

How do you tell a child?

I have no authority to
deal for Tracy, Ben.

But I know that the girl's
had a lot of problems.

I understand,
but she also killed a man.

When you know what he did to her,

you won't be thinking 25 years.

Sentence her as a juvenile.

Convince me.

You have a daughter, Ben.

You know 15 is not an adult.

She's not responsible.

Would you excuse us, please?

You knew.

She never told me, I never asked.

Until she wanted a deal.

I knew she had to be
either stupid or a martyr.

She was not stupid.

I'll get the case assignment.

Talk to the girl.

I know I'm pretty.

I'm just not that good with boys.

Oh, they're gross.

Just never wanted
to go out with them.

Um...

but Julian took me to clubs.

I mean, I went to the
opening of Arena.

He introduced me to everybody.

Tracy,

tell Mr. Stone what
Julian promised you.

He was grooming me.

He said we'd always be together,

and I was going to be a big model.

What happened that night, Tracy?

We made love.

And then he told me to leave
and never come back again.

It was my mom's fault.

She told him

that if he didn't stop seeing me,

she wouldn't...

Angela said she'd
quit working for him.

She threatened to
have him arrested.

Decker told Tracy

that her mother was
won'th more to him

as a prostitute,

than she ever would be as a model.

I didn't mean to do it.

After what he said about Mom,
he made fun of me.

He said I wasrt pretty enough.

My legs were too heavy.

He just turned his back on me.

He just walked away.

Three years. Spofford.
With treatment.

15 years old.

She thought if her picture
was on a magazine cover,

her life would be perfect.

Aborigines think if you
take their picture,

you capture their soul.

Maybe they're right.

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