All language subtitles for Law and order S13E22 - Sheltered

NARRATOR:
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.

I'm telling you, one day Connor was
the sweetest kid I've ever known.

The next day, "No!" had
become an art form.

He's discovering
his inner sense of self.

More like his inner monster.

You just wait until Maggie plants her
feet in the middle of Toys "R" Us

and screams bloody murder.

I'm serious, Amy.

Kids don't need independence.

They need structure
and discipline.

Makes 'em feel safe.

(GUNSHOT)

My God. Amy?

(GASPING) Amy?

Please, call 911!
Is she okay?

Just call!

(CHILDREN CRYING)
Amy! Amy!

Just hang on.
I'm getting an ambulance.

COP: Female victim, Amy Lane,
took one to the neck.

She was walking her baby with
her friend, Tracy Underwood.

The friend says she heard a shot,
looked over, Amy was on the ground.

Any other witnesses?
Just a restaurant owner.

I got him.

BRISCOE: What've we got?

The shot looks through
and through.

Where'd the slug wind up?
We can't find it.

No shell casings either.

Any idea what kind of weapon?

Shot came from a distance.

So with no slug
or shell casing...

And where was the shooter?

If we knew which way she was
facing before she got hit,

maybe we could figure
the angle of the shot.

I was leaning in my stroller. I
didn't see what she was doing.

I was opening up my restaurant.

How about where
the shot came from?

Over there, maybe?

What do you think?
I don't know.

You were opening up,
weren't you?

I think it was from over there.

Has anyone called Amy's husband?
What about the baby?

Uh, the officer will take care of the baby.
How can we reach her husband?

Uh, he's a consultant with
McMurtry & Company.

Okay. Thanks.

What'd you find out? Could've
been a stray bullet.

Six inches to the right,
she'd still be here.

Six inches to the right and Lincoln
would've seen the end of the play.

(SIGHS)

I can't believe
this is happening.

Amy just had
an acupuncture appointment.

She was having back problems
from lifting the baby.

Was her appointment
in Chinatown?

On Mott Street.

How could this have happened
at 9:00 in the morning?

BRISCOE: Mr. Lane, I know this is a
difficult question at a time like this,

but can you think of anybody who
might've wanted to hurt your wife?

I thought this was some
random thing.

Well, we're not certain
of anything just yet.

We have to ask. Well, you're
going down the wrong road.

How were things at home?
Everything was fine.

Look, I know you have to ask
these questions. But, please,

I wasn't cheating on my wife.
And, uh...

(VOICE BREAKING) There isn't
anyone who wanted to hurt her.

Okay, Mr. Lane.

Uh, the restaurant owner from this morning
just showed up with his daughter.

I put him in Interrogation Two.

BRISCOE: Mr. Chin.

My father has something
to tell you.

(SPEAKING IN MANDARIN)

He knows something about the
shooting that happened this morning.

Is that true, Mr. Chin?

Sir, if you saw something,
we could use your help.

What about my family?
Who will help them?

If you talk to us
we can protect you.

If you don't...

The Ghost Dragons.

They were extorting
my restaurant.

Last week I didn't
have enough money.

They said I would pay
one way or another.

Maybe they did this to warn me.

You did the right thing,
Mr. Chin.

(MEN LAUGHING)

Oh, you must be
the Dai Lo. Out.

So there was a shooting this
morning on Catherine Street.

Really? Hadn't heard.

Yeah, that wouldn't make you
much of a Dai Lo, now would it,

if you didn't know what was
going on in your territory?

Territory?

I don't know what you mean,
brother.

That's where the people live who pay you
protection money. (CELL PHONE RINGS)

Yeah? Where were you
at 9:00 this morning?

(SNICKERS) 9:00?
I was catchin' Z's, man.

Lennie, the Loo wants us to check out
another shooting on Powell Street.

WOMAN: I was standing in line
behind him. He just collapsed.

Did you hear the shot? I thought
it was a car backfiring.

You know where it came from?
Definitely from over there.

Hey, get CSU across the street.

We checked, Detective.
Nothing.

Well, check again.

Did you see anything
after the shooting?

Everyone taking cover.
Detectives!

This looks like your slug.

Could be a.243
or a 7-milimeter.

Rifle?
Definitely a rifle.

BRISCOE: Same neighborhood,
same general scenario.

Shot from out of nowhere,
victim goes down.

One of them hit in the neck,
one in the head.

They both can't be
stray bullets.

No witnesses?

Plenty of people see the victim go down.
Nobody sees the shooter.

What about these Ghost Dragons?

We're putting them in
lineups on the extortion.

But the second shooting doesn't seem
to have any relation to a restaurant.

Well, what about some kind of hit? Is there
any connection between the two victims?

He's an accountant.
She's a mom.

Maybe he did her taxes.

Well, let's hope that's it.

I'm sorry, Amy Lane isn't anywhere in Mr.
Spelling's book.

How about off the book?
What's that supposed to mean?

Could they have been seeing
each other socially?

Absolutely not!

Look, Mrs. Barker, we're not
interested in embarrassing

Mr. Spelling or his family. We just
want to find out who killed him.

Mr. Spelling was not
having an affair.

And frankly, I can't believe
that you would come in here

after what just happened
and imply that he was.

BRISCOE: Right now,
every second counts.

So I'm gonna ask you again,
are you sure?

Because sometimes there are
little signs, you know.

You ignore them, you don't
let yourself think about it.

I've worked with Larry
for twenty years.

You're with someone that long, you
know every little thing about them.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Briscoe.

(SIGHS) Yeah. Thanks.

Get these people back.

His name is Charlie Rodriguez.
Foreman for the power company.

Slug's from a rifle.
Tell me someone saw something.

Lieutenant, this place is a mess. We're
just starting to talk to people...

Sergeant, I want you to
hunt down every single person

who was here
when this man was shot.

I want to know where they were standing,
what they heard, what they were doing.

Yes, ma'am.
ED: What'cha got for us, Wes?

Trying to figure out
where your shot came from.

Here, hold this.

He was DOA so the medics didn't
touch him, mess up the wound.

Now, witnesses say
he was facing the street,

writing on a clipboard,
when he got hit.

I already ran a probe into
the wound measured the angle.

Now, based on that calculation...
Where was the bastard?

That roof.

Loo, we got gunshot residue
over here.

So the guy took his shot
from here.

And either he goes
down the stairs

or across a couple of rooftops.

Lieutenant. Forensics found
this note taped to the wall

on the other side of the roof.

"Someone stop the voices."

VAN BUREN: Ballistics makes
both slugs 7-milimeter rounds

fired from a Remington 700.

Nobody sees a guy walking around
with a rifle in broad daylight?

They make a model that
breaks down like a pool cue.

You can conceal it in your
jacket or your shopping bag.

This guy took out each of his
victims with a single shot.

That means he knows what he's doing.
Any link between these people?

Just that they were shot
within a ten-block radius.

Other than that,
it looks random.

Wonderful.

I think it's time we shut down Lower Manhattan
like we did when the towers went down.

If we do that, sir, we'll
have panic on our hands.

I at least want that area
swarming with manpower.

All RDOs have been canceled.

Everyone's pulling double tours.

The Commissioner wants observation posts
set up with views of the rooftops.

Does the media know
about the note?

My sources at the local news
outlets say yes.

Okay, Lieutenant, you'll continue
to run the team, for now.

Let's get this son of a bitch.

BRISCOE: Hey, Ed,

I got somethin' on the west
side of Powell Street.

ED: Looks like a cable guy.
Better make sure.

Get a car over to the corner
of Powell and Mott.

DETECTIVE: Central, we've got
a possible suspect for...

ED: Eight million people
in this city and one lunatic.

How come I don't like
these odds?

For once, I'm glad
the house always wins.

Yeah, but given enough time...

(SPEAKING IN MANDARIN)

Lady at 130 Mott says she
hears somebody on her roof.

130? COP: Corner building,
south of the green steeple.

BRISCOE: Must be rats.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)
Yeah? Where?

BRISCOE: We have any ID?

VAN BUREN: Victim's name
is Hayley Sanders, 14.

She just got out of school.

One shot from across the street.

Anybody see the shooter?

Three kids saw suspicious men
leave different buildings.

This guy's like a ghost.
We blanket uptown,

he moves downtown for some fresh blood.
SERGEANT: Lieutenant.

We found this note
on the roof at 432.

"Me four, police zero."

At least he knows how to count.

I want a shrink to see this.

There's something perplexing
about these notes.

Maybe because they were
written by a lunatic.

Actually, they weren't.

At least, one of them wasn't.

Random killers tend to be one of
a few distinct personalities.

"Someone stop the voices."
That's a schizophrenic.

But "Me four,
police zero" isn't?

That's a taunt.

Forensics says that paper
and the printer that he used

are identical, so it's
gotta be the same guy.

The notes are psychologically
incongruous.

Maybe he forgot he was nuts
when he wrote the second note.

Well, if he's not crazy why would
he want us to think he was?

To throw us off.

Random killers have
no personal motive.

VAN BUREN:
What if this guy did?

He could be trying to camouflage one
killing with a bunch of others.

Well, if that's true, he'd have
to know where his real victim

was gonna be at a certain
time and a certain place.

Look, go back to the families.

See if any of these
victims had a routine.

Charlie didn't gamble.

Maybe a beer to wash down some
potato chips during a ball game.

Paid the bills the
same day they came.

He was compulsive like that. I guess
that's why he was good at his job.

How long was he with
the power company?

Twenty-three years.

Had he worked at
that site for a while?

For the last three months.

Was your husband having any problems
we should know about, Mrs. Rodriguez?

What kind of problems? ED: Financial
difficulties, trouble at work.

No.

Well, wait a second.

There... There's a guy that Charlie
was always complaining about.

What, they didn't get along?

This jerk...
This jerk had an attitude.

Wouldn't hold up his end
of the work.

Always had to leave early
for one reason or another.

Did your husband tell you
this jerk's name?

Capshaw.
He just called him Capshaw.

BRISCOE: Thanks.

(KNOCKING)

SUPER: Herman ain't there.
Do you know where he is?

Yeah, he's pickin' up his kid
from school, like always.

Sounds like you know him pretty well.
Sure. Why not?

He moved in the same week
I started here.

Ten years ago next month.

No problems, no complaints.

He in trouble?
We'll let you know.

Can I help you?
ED: You Herman Capshaw?

Yeah.
They're cops.

Yeah, thanks.
You can go now.

Uh, we need to ask you a couple
of questions, Herman. About what?

Charlie Rodriguez.

Why don't you go inside, Justin.

What's goin' on?
And, uh, close the door.

JUSTIN: Okay.
You mind if we come in?

You know, it's not a good
time for me right now.

Oh? When is a good time?
We'll come back.

We could meet for coffee.
That'd work for me.

There ain't no need to be
a smartass, Mr. Capshaw.

Give me your card,
I'll call you tomorrow.

You know, we get that all the time. It
always seems to slip people's minds.

Look, I can understand you don't want
to do this with your boy around,

so maybe you want to take a ride
with us down to the precinct.

Am I under arrest, Detective?

Because, as far as I know, I don't have
to go with you unless I'm under arrest.

So, your card?

BRISCOE:
Herman Capshaw 39-years-old.

Not even a parking ticket.

According to the Marines, he was
honorably discharged in '93.

Served most of his tour
in the Philippines.

So he knows his
way around a rifle.

It gets better! He got the highest sharp
shooting rating the Marines have to offer.

And you didn't pick
him up because?

He's a stickler
for the Bill of Rights.

Well, get a car on his residence.
We already did.

If Capshaw's our shooter, he
must be keeping in game shape.

All the local target ranges
are too short for a rifle.

Hey, man, there's a target
range like that out in Armonk.

WEBB: Herm Capshaw.
Sure, I know him.

He's not a member,
but we're open to the public.

I've seen him
up here a few times.

Do you remember what he was shootin' with?
Bolt action.

High powered, with a scope.

Would a Remington 700 qualify?
Oh, absolutely.

So, is the guy
in the city who...

Well, probably not... But, uh, we're
workin' our way down the list.

So if it turns out to be him? Don't worry,
everything's legal up in here, right?

Right. You know,

I didn't even think this guy
lived in the city. ED: How come?

I heard him talk to some guy
at the counter one day.

Braggin' about a 12-point
buck he took on some land,

he's got up in the Catskills.

(KNOCKING)

Police!

(KNOCKING)

We have a warrant!

Lennie!

Check it.
I'm no expert,

but this looks just like the one
they pulled from Hayley Sanders.

SHERIFF: Detectives!

This was in the closet.

(COCKING GUN)

(KNOCKING)

Dad?

Herman Capshaw? What do
you think you're doing?

I'm arresting you for the murder
of Hayley Sanders... Who?

Amy Lane, Charlie
Rodriguez, Larry Spellman.

In front of my son...

Where's your mother?
Dead.

You cannot leave him here alone.

Oh, don't worry. Child Welfare will
find a nice warm place for him.

Dad! Don't worry. It'll be okay.

Why do you want
to lie to the kid?

ED: You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can...

CLERK: Docket 8472.

"People v. Herman
Joseph Capshaw.

"Four Counts of Murder
in the First Degree."

(GAVEL BANGS)

One more person opens their mouth,
they'll be removed from my courtroom.

You may speak, Counselor.
Uh, sorry, Judge.

Kyle Rowen, New York State Capital
Defenders for Mr. Capshaw.

My client pleads not guilty.
Bail?

SERENA: Your Honor,
the People ask for remand.

The defendant is charged
with shooting four people,

as well as wreaking terror
and fear on the entire city.

He's also innocent
until proven guilty.

The murder weapon was found in Mr.
Capshaw's cabin in the Catskills.

I know you said not to say anything,
Your Honor, but may I speak?

JUDGE: Sit down! That
man killed my daughter.

This isn't the
right time, ma'am.

I'm just asking that you not
release him from jail, that's all.

He isn't going anywhere, ma'am.
ROWEN: Oh, Judge, I object.

I haven't even made my bail application
you've already made up your mind.

You're right. Remand.
(BANGS GAVEL)

ROWEN: I had planned on
asking you what it would take

to get the death penalty
off the table.

Only Mr. Capshaw
won't play along?

He's got this one thing nagging at him.
He says he's innocent.

I did not kill those people.

The evidence...
What, the rifle?

The cabin was wide open
all the time.

Anyone could've stolen it.
To kill your boss?

Like I'm the only one who didn't
get along with Rodriguez?

Everyone at work
knew I had a cabin upstate.

Call us if anything changes.

What other evidence do we have
linking him to the shootings?

You don't actually believe him?

What scares me are those two little words
that pay a defense attorney's rent.

Not guilty?
Reasonable doubt.

What about the notes?

They were written on
a computer, only Capshaw

didn't have one
in his apartment or cabin.

The two little words are
getting louder and louder.

I'll talk to Forensics.

So, I contacted
the Secret Service.

They have the largest investigative
database of paper and ink in the world.

Anyway, the notes were
printed on an HP Deskjet.

Great. I could have written them.
I doubt it.

I was joking.
I wasn't.

Even your office
spends more on paper.

Now, this is not quite
commercial grade.

Uh, it came from a mill
in Lawrence, Massachusetts

that does not distribute
to retailers.

Their only local contract is with
the New York City Public Schools.

Now, either Capshaw
is younger than he looks...

Or his son wrote the notes.

He's in my third period
math class

and fifth period
computer science.

Always does his homework.

Solid B+ student.

What about friends?

I couldn't tell you. If he
had any, I didn't notice.

The kids team up
for certain projects.

Justin always worked alone.

The other kids didn't
want to work with him?

Actually, I got the feeling he
didn't want to work with them.

Uh, right...
Right here.

This... This is
where Justin sits.

Do you mind?
Oh, help yourself.

So, you really think
Justin's dad was the sniper?

There's a good chance.

It just goes to show you can't
ever tell about people.

He seemed like one
of the good ones.

Never missed a
parent-teacher conference.

Very concerned about
Justin's progress.

It's all kind of depressing.

Thank you.

SERENA: Jack!

Forensics confirmed
that the notes were written

on the paper from
Justin Capshaw's school.

This a copy of the first note.

Look at the "i" in "voices".

It's not dotted.

This is what I printed from
Justin's computer at school.

No dot here either.

Justin had to have
written the notes.

Call Van Buren.

PARKMAN: Come on. We both know
what you're trying to do.

Squeeze the kid
to get to his old man.

You should be
ashamed of yourself.

My dad didn't kill anyone.

PARKMAN:
You see? Nothin' to squeeze.

Actually, Justin, we know you helped
your father kill those people.

Hold on. I'm still back on my client
saying his dad didn't kill anyone.

Then why did your client write
the notes we found at the scene?

I can help you, Justin.

If all you did was
write those notes,

we can cut a deal
right here and now.

You'd never have to see
the inside of a prison cell.

My dad didn't shoot
those people.

Did your father tell
you to say that? No!

He didn't kill those people.

I did.

Jack, I think we better
regroup later.

It's been through the lab twice.
Two sets of prints on the rifle.

Capshaw and his kid Justin.

Not what you wanted to hear.

I was hopin' you'd just
found the father's.

There is one thing. Does either
one of them wear glasses?

Why?

Because the last person to shoot this
baby had less than perfect eyesight.

How can you tell? The focus
adjustment on the scope.

It's like binoculars. As you
bring the image in closer,

you need to refocus. If you wear
glasses, you need to take them off

and use the focus to make
the image clear.

I'll take your word for it.
Okay.

Well, the focus adjustment
here was set for someone

with vision in the 2,200 range.

Couldn't it have
been moved by CSU?

Maybe a little,
but not that much.

And there's one other thing the ocular
lens, where you focus the cross hairs

it was also focused for
someone who'd have to struggle

to see the "E" on the eye chart.

And for this, you'd need
to loosen a ring

make the adjustment,
and tighten the ring back up.

I don't want to believe it either, but
Justin's the only one that wears glasses.

Any history of violent behavior?
No.

Where's Capshaw's
military record?

Let's hope Herman Capshaw
wears contact lenses.

He was a marksman, Jack. I'm
sure he had pretty good vision.

A freshman in high school
doesn't just get up one morning

and decide to climb up on the roof
and mow down people in the street.

Damn.
Perfect vision?

20-10.

Maybe his father talked around
the breakfast table about

how he could kill Rodriguez
and get away with it.

How old is Justin Capshaw?
Fifteen. Why?

Herman Capshaw was stationed in the
Philippines with his wife and son

from 1987 to 1993.

Their only son was
born there in 1988.

That would make him 15.

That same wife and son
died in a car crash

in the Philippines in 1993.

JACK: You'll be happy to know
I believe you, Justin.

Will you let my dad go now?

I'd be happy to do that
if I knew where he was.

What are you trying
to pull here, Jack?

Herman Capshaw
isn't Justin's father.

Liar!

Herman Capshaw's only child
was named Herbert.

He died in a car crash in 1993.

And what's that got to do with the
price of pickles in Park Slope?

If I'm going to charge your client
with four counts of murder,

it would help to know his name.

He adopted me.

There's no record of that, Justin.
JUSTIN: She's lying.

Okay.

We'll just charge Herman Capshaw

with interference with
parental rights. No!

My whole family died
when our house burned down.

Your mom and dad?

And my sister.

Jennie wasn't even
supposed to be there.

She was supposed to be
in horseback riding class.

Herman took me in.

He took care of me.

That's why I shot those people.

Rodriguez was going to fire him.

For once, I got to help him.

What's your real name, son?

Justin Capshaw.

The Marines tell me that Capshaw
has no brothers or sisters.

So he's not crazy Uncle Herman
down in the big city.

Unfortunately, no.

And the police are checking records
of house fires with three victims.

Justin's school records show that
he entered kindergarten in '93.

Capshaw's super told Briscoe and Green
that's when he moved into his apartment.

If only we knew where
he lived before that.

We do. He bought the cabin
in '86 before he shipped out.

Does it really make a difference
what Justin's real name is?

It wouldn't if he'd tell us.
The kid's hiding something,

and I want to know what.

Do you know how many little towns
there are in the Catskills?

No, but I'd bet there aren't that
many horseback riding schools.

Look, lady, this is not the IRS.

I don't keep records.

But you've been here ten years?
Seventeen.

Is there any chance you remember
a student of yours named Jennie

who died in a fire?

I've never been
very good with names.

But something like that,
I think I would remember. Why?

We have a boy down in the city who
says he had a sister named Jennie

who took riding lessons. But I'm
sure he's lying anyway. Thanks.

His name wouldn't
be Justin, would it?

Why?

About ten years back
there was a Justin Lafferty.

He went missing.

He had a sister, Jennie.
She rode here.

Is his family still around?

What's left of it, yeah.

Jake, he, uh, had one too many,
and then he had a head-on

with a beer truck
going south on the Thruway.

That was maybe a year
after this thing with Justin.

Look, if you're planning on
talking to Meg, I'd take it slow.

I don't know that
she's gotten over this, yet.

So what does a New York City
district attorney want with me?

I just have a few questions,
Mrs. Lafferty.

This is about that Lloyd
Garrison, isn't it?

You know, I always thought he...
Stop it, Mom.

Just because he has long hair.

He's always going down to the city
for no reason I can think of.

His hair doesn't bother
me, it's the tattoo.

And she expects me to believe
she was at Woodstock.

This doesn't have anything
to do with Lloyd Garrison.

Oh!

It's Justin.

Ten years.

We thought he was...

I can't imagine what you've
been through, Mrs. Lafferty.

Is he...

Physically, he's fine.

How could he be fine?

Some pervert kept him
locked up for ten years!

There's no evidence he was abused.
Then why?

What did he want Justin for?

(DOOR OPENS)

Oh, my God.

Justin.

Who is this?

It's us, Justin.
Jennie and Mom.

Where's my dad?

Dad died, Justin.

What... What is she
talking about?

Your real father. Herman
Capshaw is my real father.

I... I don't know
these people!

Justin... I don't know
why you brought me here!

Can I go now?

I want the bastard
who did that to my son dead!

ARTHUR: Ten years!

I used to sweat when Bobby went
off to summer camp for six weeks.

I don't know what's worse,
thinking your kid is dead,

or finding him alive
but not recognizing you.

Take it from a parent, you prefer
them alive, no matter what.

Capshaw's attorney called again. He
wants to deal on the kidnapping.

What are you gonna do?
Let him sweat for a while.

How am I going to
prosecute this kid, Arthur?

You're going to remember the people
lying dead on the street, that's how.

(SIGHS)
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Thank you.

Notice of Parkman's intent to
assert an affirmative defense.

Not guilty by reason
of mental defect.

There's a shock.

JUSTIN: Why would you
think I'm crazy?

I didn't say I did.

Well, you're a shrink,
aren't you?

Your attorney thinks you may not be
responsible for killing those people.

Because I'm nuts?

Tell me about Herman Capshaw.

He's the best.

Tell me how.

Okay.

There was this one time
back in third grade,

these kids were picking on me.
He took care of it.

He hit them? Come on.
We were in third grade.

He went right to their parents and told
'em to make their kids cut it out.

And they did?
You better believe it.

Dad was always
there like that for me.

He's not your dad, Justin.
Why not?

He took care of me, he fed me,
he bought whatever I needed.

Justin, he took you away
from your real parents.

They're dead.

Dad loves me, and I love him.

Justin...

What do you do
when you're not in school?

What do you mean?
Oh, I don't know.

Do you play
ball with your friends?

With my dad.
Do you go on dates?

Dad says school's
more important.

What about friends?

Dad's all the friends I need.

He does for me,
and I do for him.

Did he ask you to
kill those people?

How many times
do I have to say it?

Mr. Rodriguez
was going to fire him.

So you killed him?
That's right.

What about the other people?

I tried to throw
the police off track.

I feel bad about what I did,
but I had to do it.

Why?

He's my dad, and
he needed my help.

OLIVET: Since Capshaw was
discharged from the Marines,

he's isolated himself.

He's become what we call
an anomic personality.

A man alone in a big city.

Only we're dealing
with the boy here.

Capshaw kept Justin
just as isolated.

He sheltered him from everything.
And that's bad?

When it extinguishes all other
human contact, it is.

Did he abuse Justin?
Emotionally, yes.

He induced trauma by telling
him his real family was dead.

The trauma, combined
with the isolation

created a relationship
of total dependency.

Herman Capshaw
eases Justin's pain

and Justin whacks
four innocent people.

To ease Capshaw's pain. It's a
form of Battered Child Syndrome.

Are you recommending
we stick him in a hospital?

I would if he didn't
kill anybody.

But when he pulled the trigger, he
knew what he was doing was wrong,

and he chose to do it anyway.

I've raised Justin like he was my own
son since he was five years old.

But he's not your son?

No.

Let's put our cards
on the table, Mr. Capshaw.

You were indicted by
the District Attorney's Office

for kidnapping Justin,
isn't that correct?

CAPSHAW:
Yes. But it's not like that.

I was a good father to him.

Did you agree to
plead guilty to kidnapping

and as a part of
that plea agreement

did you agree to testify

here today?

Yes.

Did you know a Mr. Charles Rodriguez?
Yes. He was my boss.

And he was about to fire you?
Is that correct?

Yes. Did you discuss
this with Justin?

Yes, but he would never...
Yes or no, sir?

Yes.

Did you ever mention to Justin
that you liked the Beatles?

Sure.
What did he do?

He bought me the boxed set.
You never asked him for it?

I never asked him for anything.

That's nice.

What did you do when Justin
got a C in Chemistry?

I told him he'd never get
into a good college with C's.

What did he do?

He studied his butt off
and got an A.

And that made you happy?
Sure.

He'd do anything to make you
happy, isn't that correct?

What's going on here?

I was a good father.

Justin does well in school.
He's not on drugs or in a gang.

He's a good kid because of me.

And he owed you
big time for that.

Justin doesn't owe me anything.
I love him.

You'd do anything for him?
That's right.

And he'd do anything for you?

Yes.

PARKMAN: Nothing further.

OLIVET:
Justin may have been abused.

But abuse in and of itself
doesn't negate intent

as defined in the penal code.

The abuse in Justin's case may
have affected his personality,

but it certainly didn't
cause any mental defect

that would have prevented him
from knowing right from wrong.

JACK: Abused? Did Mr. Capshaw
hit the defendant?

No. But emotional abuse
can be sufficient

to cause
Battered Child Syndrome.

Battered Child Syndrome?
Is that the equivalent

of Battered Wife Syndrome, Doctor?
Yes.

Isn't it true that
Battered Wife Syndrome

is often a valid defense
to a charge of murder?

Of course. But in those cases,

the wife kills the person
who's doing the battering.

Justin killed people with whom
he had no personal contact.

Would you say that Justin was
dependent on Herman Capshaw?

He felt he was.

More so than in the normal
father-son relationship?

Because of their total isolation

from the rest of society,
I'd have to say yes.

So if something, or someone,

threatened the well-being
of Mr. Capshaw,

how would that affect Justin?

It would feel like a
direct threat to him as well.

And he'd feel compelled
to protect himself?

I couldn't say.

If I pointed
a gun at you, Dr. Olivet,

wouldn't you try to shoot
me before I shot you?

I suppose.
Of course you would.

If you tell anyone that
his family is dead,

that he'll never see them again,

it certainly causes trauma.

And if that someone Is a
five-year-old child, Dr. Diamond,

how would he be affected?
It would be devastating.

He would attach himself
emotionally

to the next caring person
he came into contact with.

And that's why Justin became
totally dependent on Mr. Capshaw?

The boy had no choice

but to land in a symbiotic
relationship with Mr. Capshaw.

You said he had
no choice, Doctor?

That is correct.
He would do whatever it takes

to protect that relationship.

Even kill?

Yes.

You're saying the defendant
had no choice

in the shooting
of Mr. Rodriguez?

Is that correct?
Yes.

What about the other people?

I don't know what you mean? He
killed three other innocent people.

People who were no threat

to him or to Mr. Capshaw.

How do you explain that?

In his mind, it was
necessary to protect...

Please! He chose to try
to get away with his crime.

Isn't that so?

SERENA: Hey, are you okay?

(SIGHS)

Some days I really
don't enjoy my job.

I mean...

My old man was the worst son of a
bitch you could possibly meet,

but if some nut had
grabbed me up,

I can't say what kind of
person I would have become.

What's this?
Crime scene photos.

Hayley Sanders, Amy Lane, Larry
Spelling, Charlie Rodriguez.

(DISTANT ARGUING)

JENNIE: I need to see him.

GUARD: You can't, miss.
JENNIE: I need to talk to him.

Miss, please, I can't let you in.
I just need to talk to him.

It's okay, Fred.

How can you do this to us?

Your brother killed four people.

He was a good kid, a happy kid.

He wouldn't have done this if that
lunatic hadn't taken him from us.

This whole thing,

it turned my father
into a drunk.

It wasn't an accident,
Mr. McCoy.

He killed himself.

My mother has been walking
around half-dead for ten years!

Hasn't my family
suffered enough?

That's not my call, Jennie.
You bastard!

That freak took him from us!

Now you're doing it
all over again.

You can't get me to say
anything bad about Dad.

I wouldn't think of it.

The man gave you everything.

That's right.

You are what you are today
because of him.

He didn't make me shoot those people,
if that's what you're getting at.

But he did teach you to shoot.

He was rated an expert
marksman in the Marines.

We went hunting together.

What did Mr. Capshaw tell you
about Charlie Rodriguez?

He said he was a jerk.

He was always picking on Dad,

but Dad couldn't do anything
because Charlie was the boss.

Was Dad worried
about losing his job?

He said they went
over-budget on a site.

Somebody had to go.

He knew Charlie would pick him.

PARKMAN: And then what
would happen?

JUSTIN: We'd end up without money
or food or a place to live.

And that's why you shot
Charlie Rodriguez?

Dad worked hard his whole life.

This jerk was going to ruin him.

And you couldn't
let that happen?

I love him.

He loves me.

PARKMAN: Thank you.

Tell me about Amy Lane.

Who? She's the first
person you killed.

I... I didn't know her.
Nice lady.

She had a daughter.

Just eight-months-old.

How about Larry Spelling? We get
Counsel's point, Your Honor.

The defense is willing to stipulate the
defendant shot three people at random.

Move on, Mr. McCoy.

What's the worst thing
that could've happened

if Charlie Rodriguez
had fired Mr. Capshaw?

We could end up homeless.

The government could come
and take me away.

And that scared you?
Yes!

So you didn't shoot
Charlie Rodriguez

to help Mr. Capshaw,
you did it for yourself.

Huh?
Your attorney

has been arguing that
you shot these people

out of some compulsion
to protect Mr. Capshaw.

But the truth is,
you were only thinking

about yourself, isn't that so?
No!

Dad would come and get me.

We're family.

Not like them.

He loves me.

He would come and get me.

JUDGE: Have you
reached a verdict?

We have.
How do you find?

We find the defendant,
Justin Lafferty,

not guilty by reason
of mental defect.

The jury basically blamed
Capshaw for the murders.

He did put the proverbial
loaded rifle in Justin's hand.

And cocked the hammer.

You don't actually think
the jury did the right thing?

Why not? The kid's
as much a victim as...

Please don't say the four dead people.
ARTHUR: Thank you.

On my watch, someone points a rifle
at a crowd and pulls the trigger,

at a minimum, gets to spend the
rest of his life in gray pajamas

not being coddled
by a phalanx of white coats

trying to fix
the poor, misguided soul.

I never thought of a state mental
institution as a place to be coddled.

It ain't Attica.

There's always a chance Justin
can be rehabilitated, Arthur.

Four dead?

I don't think
he's earned that chance.

And I also think my Senior
Prosecutor should agree with that.

I do.

But?

I'm a father.