All language subtitles for Law and order S19E13 - Crimebusters

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.

Let me in!
Hey, let me in!

- You know you want me.
- I'm a killer!

I got a gun,
and I'm ready to go!

Shut up, baby!

Witnesses heard
breaking glass coming
from the Recruiting Center,

then a minute later
an explosion.

The arson squad
found what was left
of a can of butane

with an attached
blasting cap.

Improvised incendiary
device.

They broke the window
and tossed it in?

They probably used
that brick there.

Were there
any victims?

A female,
mid-20s.

Witnesses saw her
unconscious on the floor,

broke down the doors
and dragged her out.

EMS thinks she's
going to make it.

Somebody
deserves a medal.

Was she a soldier?
Could be.

She had no ID.
She wasn't in uniform,
just civvies.

Anti-war
terrorists?

Or our
First Amendment
in action.

This is Sergeant
Rodney James.

He runs the
Recruiting Center.

My CO got me
out of bed.
What happened?

Well, we're still
sorting it out.

Where's Carly?
Is she okay?

Who's Carly?
She's my
buddy's wife.

She was staying
here overnight.

She's at the hospital,
she's going to be okay.

Uh, she had her
baby with her, Mikey.

Where is he?
Did you see him?

Oh God.

Carly came in
from Pennsylvania
on the bus yesterday.

She didn't have
any money for a hotel,

so I let her
stay here,
just the night.

There's a cot.
Her and the baby
could rest

before getting
back on the bus
this morning.

Why'd she come
to the city?

Her husband Mike's
MIA in Afghanistan.

She thinks the Army's
not doing enough
to find him.

And she thinks
he's still alive?

It's been four months.
She went to talk to a guy

from Mike's unit
at the VA in Queens.

She just wants answers.

Did anybody know
that you were letting
her sleep here?

Are you kidding?
I'm going to get

busted down to
private for this.

Any idea who might
be behind this?

We get threats,
we report them
to the police.

We'll look into it.

Anything happen
around here yesterday?

Yesterday we had
Megaphone Bob.

He shows up
once a week,

reads off the names
of casualties in Iraq
and Afghanistan.

We got an ongoing
issue with him,

how many feet
from the entrance
he can stand.

Yesterday he got
inside the crease.

I flagged down
a patrol car
to clear him out.

My officers called
from the hospital.

We got the okay
to talk to the girl.

Thanks,
we'll be in touch.

Oh God, my baby.

The social worker
just told me what...

It's not right.
God took my baby.

We're very sorry,
Mrs. Di Gravia.

Do you remember
what happened?

I was
in the back room,

with Mikey

trying to get
him to sleep.

People, drunks,
had been banging

on the door
and yelling all night.

I heard
glass break,

and I left Mikey
on the cot
to go and see,

just for a minute.

Then the air
just exploded
into fire

and I tried
to find Mikey,
but with the smoke...

It's all right.

These drunks,
you think you can
describe them for us?

No.

It was too dark.

Is there anybody you'd
like us to contact?

Your family in
Pennsylvania?

I just want to talk
to my husband.

He's in Afghanistan.

You ask the Army.

Now they'll have
to find him.

A firebomb in
a recruitment center.

We need to start
rounding up some
old '60s radicals.

You know,
that's the talk
I don't want to see

end up on the
6 o'clock news.

You got a war widow
and a dead baby here.

The media's going
to be all over this.

Now where are we on
this Megaphone Bob?

Two officers who
moved him away

from the center yesterday,
didn't arrest him.

They took his
name and address,

but both of
those are bad.

All right.
Check with
the local precinct.

See if anybody else
had business with him.

And get Cormack
to do a news search.

Maybe someone did
a story on Bob's
weekly protests.

Yes, what do you have?
The Comments section

of the coverage
of the bombing
in today's paper.

You check what
readers have posted,

sometimes you find somebody
who knows something
and wants to talk.

And sometimes you
just find somebody
who likes to talk.

Yeah. So listen to this,

"I think we were
down the street from
where this happened.

"My husband was
videoing me

"next to the
museum of sex

"when we heard
a window breaking.

"We got scared and
ran back to the hotel."

Well, if that's for real,
we need to see that video.

I knew we were
in danger when we
heard the glass break.

I told my husband we
had to get out of there.

You two are filmmakers?

No. We're teachers
in Philadelphia.

We're filmmakers, too.

Here we go.

Tell me!
What is the compulsion
to cage wildness?

The Recruitment Center
is right around the corner.

Who do we fear when
we encase it behind glass?

Are we protecting
ourselves...
Now here it comes.

... from our teeth?

Let's get
out of here!

That's all we got.

Let me see
that camera.

If I wanted to
play it in slow mo?

This is so cool.

In the biker's hand.
What does that
look like to you?

A red brick.
Yeah.

We got a guy on a bike in
a Panthers Football shirt
carrying a brick.

Well, get Cormack
working on that, too.

In the meantime
the Chief of Ds

sent over two ladies
to help us with our case.

They have
information?
Not yet.

They're here
to volunteer.

Since when do
we take volunteers?

It wasn't an option.

We are the founders
of Operation Molly,

a citizen army who
work with the police
to solve difficult cases.

And we have decided
to take on this case.

You can see,
we have many letters
of recommendation

from the detectives
we've assisted.

Molly was a murdered
teenager in Florida.

Her body went
unidentified for five years
until we intervened.

What do you mean
"intervened?"

We traced her tennis shoe
from the manufacturer
to the point of sale.

Then we accessed
missing child records
from that location.

We brought Molly's
body home to her family.

You did all that
with the internet?

It says here
you're web sleuths.

We use the
internet initially.

Operation Molly can put
hundreds of people
to work on this.

Yes, well...

We're releasing
a photo today.

A person of interest
in the case,

and we're asking
the public to help with

IDing him
from his sweatshirt
and his bicycle.

We've done stuff
like that before.

Well, anything you find,
you call me.

And of course,
everything is hands off.

Am I clear?
Of course.

Vigilante crime-solving.

That doesn't smell
right to me.

Well, they're going to
help us whether we
want it or not.

We may as well
keep 'em close.

The Times did a piece
on your megaphone guy
three months ago.

His name is
Bob Tavish.

He's got a few
unlawful assembly beefs
back in Seattle.

A bi-coastal protestor.

Well, more like
a bi-coastal firebug.

Our West Coast colleagues
say that Tavish was
on a short list of suspects

in an arson at
a condo project.

You Bob Tavish?

You know I am.

All right,
come back here!
We'd like to talk to you.

I know why you're here.
I don't need a bomb
to make my point.

The names of the dead
speak for themselves.

Now, I'm late for work.

Excuse me, what do
you think you're doing?

I'm looking to
buy a bike.

Kind of like yours.

By the way,
the Seattle PD,

they send their
regards as well.

You know, they're still
looking for someone
on that condo fire?

Yeah, I guess your point
was you have to burn down
the environment to save it.

Look, I put Seattle
behind me, okay?
I'm not looking to go back.

I didn't bomb the
recruitment center.

But this guy came
up to me yesterday.

His sister was
killed in Iraq.

He said she enlisted
at the center.

He was worked up,
he wanted to make sure
I had her name on my list.

What was her name?

Sherman. Linda Sherman.

Turns out I didn't have
her name on my list.

What the hell
are you doing?
Get away from there!

We have a right to
search your garbage.

Hey! Hey,
hey, hey!
Break it up!
Break it up! Relax.

He's got bricks
back there!

Take your people
to the sidewalk. Please.
Give me that.

You Derek Sherman?
Yeah.

All right, let's go
around back and talk.

My partner will
handle this out here,
don't worry. Let's go.

That garbage is
abandoned property.

Actually not until he
puts it on the sidewalk.

What are you
guys doing here anyway?

We identified his sweatshirt,
Panthers Football.

It had an
uncommon font.

Our clothing
identification traced it

to a high school
in Maryland.

From there it was
easy to track the
graduates in New York City.

Well, I'm impressed ladies,
but my Lieutenant was
clear with you.

You find anything,
you call us.

Your investigation
was moving too slow.

A precious baby
is dead.

Yeah, and now these
bricks you found are
tainted as evidence.

You want justice,
you're going to have
to back off.

Now please,
go back to your cars.

You're crazy!
I didn't
firebomb nothing.

Hey, I just report
the news, okay?

Were you at the
Recruitment Center
three days ago?

Yeah.

I do deliveries
for a deli,
I was riding by,

I saw this guy
reading off names.

My kid sister got
killed six weeks ago

I wanted to make sure
he had her name.

I'm sorry for your
loss, Mr. Sherman.

For what it's worth,

I personally appreciate
what your sister did
for this country.

Yeah, yeah.
My kid sister
died for nothing,

but I didn't
bomb that place.

I follow what
you're saying,

but I still have
to ask you

where you were
three nights ago,
around 11:00?

I was
at McMullen's Tavern.

Ask anyone.
I'm a regular.

McMullen's...

Down in the
Flatiron District?

Yeah.

Now, how about you
do something and keep
these crazies away from me?

Mr. Sherman
came in drunk

a few times last month
to talk about his sister.

Oh, what did
he have to say about her?

She shouldn't have
been in Iraq,
but she got stop-lossed.

I gave him the names
of support groups
for service families.

That's about it, sorry.

We saw that you
went to see Carly yesterday.

Did she talk to you
about the explosion?

She doesn't remember much.

It's hard to believe
so much misery can fall
on a couple of coal crackers.

Coal crackers?

That's what Mike
called him and Carly.

Why, because they're
from coal country?

That's why Mike enlisted.
He didn't want to follow
his family into the mines.

What about
Carly's family?

They work in
the mines too?

Her dad does.

You know what
he does exactly?

Mike said he
was a shotfirer...

Rodney?
...something like that.

Excuse me
a minute.
Yeah, sure.

A shotfirer is the guy
who sets off the explosives
in the coal mines.

It wouldn't be hard
for someone close to him

to get hold of
his blasting caps.
Mmm-hmm.

What was that
Carly said?

Now the Army
will have to
find her husband.

Oh, Lupes,
let's hope you're
wrong about this.

The fire started here,
then moved to the back
where the baby was sleeping.

These blasting caps
are they easy to get?

No, it's a Black Cat.
It's only available
industrially.

You gotta have federal
and state licenses.

They used in
coal mining?
Yes, very common.

What about the
bomb itself,

how hard was
it to assemble?

Just take
a blasting cap

and you tape it
to a store-bought
can of butane,

light the fuse
on the cap,

you're off
to the races.

Hmm. Okay,
thanks, Detective.
Okay.

Carly had access
to these blasting caps.

She had a beef
with the Army,

she might have
thought this was a way
to bring attention to it.

So she set off a bomb
with her baby no more
than five feet away?

I'm not saying she had
a well-thought-out plan.

Well according to you,
she thought about it enough

to bring blasting caps
up from Pennsylvania.

Talk to me about
our other suspects.

Megaphone Bob
was leading the
cheering section

at the Rangers game
at the time
of the bombing.

He even made it
onto the Jumbotron.

As for Sherman,
witnesses saw him
at McMullen's,

but the time
frame's pretty loose.

Does his bike
match the one in the video?

We can't make out
the make of the one
in the video.

But both of them
are the same color.

Yes, that's right.
It's metallic gray,
a real one-of-a-kind.

Okay, let's forget
about the bikes.

There's the sweatshirt
from Sherman's high school.

And the bricks
near his tool shed

are a match to the brick
that was found in
the recruitment center.

Yeah, and Sherman
does not have access
to blasting caps,

and Carly does.

What's your problem
with the girl?

My problem is
you ruling her out.

Time out. Time out.

We have
everything here.

Number one,
let's find out

if Sherman might
have had access
to explosives.

And number two,
have the Pennsylvania
State Police

check to see what
kind of blasting caps

they use at the mine
where Carly's father works.

And three?

Mike's unit was
ambushed in the
mountains of Afghanistan,

it was snowing.

His patrol came
back without him.

The buddy at
the Veterans Hospital
in Queens

what did he
tell you?

He said that
no one saw
Mike get shot.

That's more than
what the Army told me.

You're angry at them.

They don't
return my calls.

Everything with them
is national security.

They weren't paying
attention to you.

No, ma'am.

Did you ever think
to do something

that would force
the Army to pay
attention to you?

It would serve them right.

Yeah, it would.
I bet they're
paying attention now.

They've been here
twice to see me,

and I got a call from
a Major in Washington.

He promised me
they're going to find Mike.

You forced them
to find your husband.

It's what any
loving wife would do.

No one's going
to blame you, Carly.

Blame me for what?

Could you get
me that stuff?

So you've been
getting mail?

People have been
leaving it downstairs.

Where'd you get this?

The people from
Operation Molly
dropped it off.

They're helping
solve the crime.

It's so weird seeing
my picture on a t-shirt.

You know Carly,
we're going to need
you to stay a few days

after you're released
from the hospital.

Where would I stay?

We'll put you
up in a hotel.

Really?

Wow.

I wonder if people are
going to recognize me?

She didn't even
mention her baby.

She's more interested
in her own publicity.

Well, it could
be that she's just
not be ready

to deal with the
loss of her baby.

Look, check with
this soldier at the VA.

See what mood
she was in when
she talked to him.

Haji had us
pinned for a good hour.

The snow was
falling pretty hard.

I lost sight of Mike.
We had to get our
wounded out of there,

and we couldn't raise Mike
on his telecom so...

And this is what
you told Carly?

Yeah, I was pretty
blunt with her.

I didn't expect her
to show up here,
with the baby, you know?

Happy little guy he was.

How'd she
take the news?

Oh, not good.
I told her, as long
as he's MIA,

she can collect
his salary,

so she should probably
just embrace the suck
and take the bucks, you know?

"Embrace the suck?"

Well, make her peace
with the situation.
The Army owes her.

She started yelling
that it wasn't
about the money.

That girl's
got a temper,

which was just
what Mike always said, too.

Excuse me.

Bernard.

Derek,
slow down.

Where?

Okay, don't do anything.
We're on our way.

Operation Molly
strikes again.

I show up to do
the lunch deliveries,

this guy is
waiting for me.

He ran into me,
knocked me off my bike...
Look at my face!

He knocked you
off on purpose?
Yes.

He's one of
those whackos who
was at my house.

He took
my backpack,

and then this woman
he had with him
called me a baby killer.

Where are
they now?
They're in that van,
with my backpack.

They tried to drive away
but one of the other
delivery guys

took the keys
out of the ignition.

Stay right here.

Hey, let me
have those keys, guys.

All right.
You guys go stand
across the street.

Step out of the vehicle,
both of you.

We're so glad
you showed up, Officers.
Oh, yeah?

We were going
to drive to your precinct

but these thugs
stole our car keys.

You took a backpack
from Mr. Sherman?

We took it
as evidence.
All right,
that's it?

We were bringing
it to you.

Give me my backpack,
you psycho.
Hey, hey, hey!

What did he say?
What did we say?
Relax.

Ma'am, give me
the backpack.

Not if you're giving
it back to him.
It's evidence.

Ma'am, give me
the backpack.

Great.
Now can I have it?

No, this is
stolen property.

It's going
into evidence,

and you two
are under arrest
for assault and robbery.

Put your hands
on the vehicle.
What?

Put your hands
on the vehicle!

That was unacceptable.

That man could've
been seriously injured.

We're sorry.

You and your friends
have to stop now.

I'll post a
recommendation on
our website.

No, no. This is
not a recommendation,
this is an order.

The next time
any of you interfere
with this investigation,

you will be arrested.

We'll stay within the law,

but you can't prevent us
from doing our work.

You don't want to try me.

The lab found
traces of butane
in Sherman's backpack.

We got him.

Except the backpack
was in the custody

of our amateur
crime-busters
before we got it.

A good defense
attorney will say
they planted the butane.

We have good
lawyers too.
Pick Sherman up.

Derek, hold up.

Make it quick, guys.
I got deliveries to make.

Well, we've got to
make a delivery, too.

You, to Central
Booking.

What?
You're under arrest
for murder and arson.

"Docket Number 93250,
People v. Derek Sherman,

"Arson and
First Degree Murder."

He pleads not guilty,
Your Honor.

People on Bail?

Where's counsel
for the People?

Here, Your Honor.

Mr. Sherman is charged
with a terroristic act

and the murder of
a nine-month-old baby.

People request remand.

My client's got a job,
ties to the community.

Not to mention,
the People's
so-called evidence

was gathered by
a mob of vigilantes,

some of whom
you can hear have
joined us today.

Yo, Derek!

Stop that man and
confiscate his phone.

You see my point,
Your Honor?

I do. Now here's mine.
Your client's remanded.

These people put
Trekkies to shame.

Motion to suppress
the backpack and the bricks
from my client's tool shed.

Wow, you have
high hopes.

Well, you know what they
say about being known by
the company you keep?

You're the one
with the baby killer
as a client.

Live long
and prosper,
Mr. Wilson.

I can't believe
the police allowed

these people to
come near this case
in the first place.

"These people"
did identify

the biker in the video
before the police did.

And they found
two damning pieces
of evidence.

Neither of which
we may be able to use.

Fat lot of good
it does us.

Do what you can about
the motion to suppress.

But if any evidence
falls out, make a deal.

A plea bargain
for killing a baby?
How can you defend that?

By acknowledging that
no reasonable person

could have anticipated
that a woman and her baby

had been allowed
to spend the night
in a recruitment center.

Nice fig leaf.

It covers enough.

Suppression is a
remedy that punishes
police misconduct.

The police did
absolutely nothing
wrong here.

The bricks were
stolen by civilians.

Who'd been
for all practical purposes

deputized to
investigate this case.

That's not accurate.
They helped identify
a suspect in a photo

that was released
to the public.

I think I just
heard a hair split,
Mr. Cutter.

Talk to me about
the backpack.

Again, it was stolen
from my client

by the same
deputized vigilantes
after they mugged him.

We have affidavits
from the detectives

that these civilians
were warned to stay away
from Mr. Sherman.

They were not
working as agents
of the police.

Even granting that,
the People can't establish

a chain of custody
for the backpack.

The butane may have
been planted
by the vigilantes.

That you'll have
to argue to a jury,
Mr. Wilson.

The backpack is coming in.
The bricks are out.

See you in court.

Fig leaf, anyone?

Twelve years?
But I didn't do anything.

Derek, let me talk.
I don't know anything about
blasting caps or butane!

I don't even
own a lighter!

It's 12 years
now or 50 if
we go to trial.

Fifty years for
throwing a brick
through a window?

'Cause that is all I did.

That's right.
I got drunk and I got
angry about my sister.

I'm not pleading
to anything but that.

Mr. Cutter, my client
and I need to talk.
There's nothing
to talk about.

Mr. Sherman,
you got a taste
at your arraignment

of what's waiting
for you out there,

all those people
calling you a baby killer.

When we put
that child's mother
on the stand,

talking about
her loss...

Don't talk to me
about loss.

You put me
on that stand,

I'll tell you
about my sister.

How we were
in a foster home

and I practically
raised her.

And then the Army,
they were supposed
to keep her safe.

All she was going
to do is drive trucks.

And then they
put her in a convoy,

with nothing
but hillbilly armor
to protect her...

Screw this.
And screw you.

CO, on the gate!

You don't know
what this means
to me, Adam.

All right,
good luck
with Mr. Mugabe.

Adam? Adam Schiff?

Yes. He's in Africa
with Jimmy Carter,

waiting for permission
to enter Zimbabwe.

He read about my candidacy
on the Internet of all places.

He just called to offer
me his endorsement.

So that's where you've
been getting your
"Let's make a deal" advice.

How did that work out?

Sherman passed,
but not before admitting
he threw a brick

and nothing but a brick
through the window.

A step in the
right direction. Right?

Just convict Sherman.

Hey, Lieutenant Van Buren
just heard from the
Pennsylvania State Police.

The blasting caps
Carly's father uses
in the mines

the same brand used
to make the firebomb.

Do you mind
if I put on my make-up
while we talk?

No.
I made a friend
and she's taking me out.

Who's the friend?
Vicki. I met her
in the lobby.

Do you think
this dress is pretty?

Operation Molly
bought it for me.

It looks fine.

Listen, Carly.
Um, the reason we're here.

We'd like you to
take a lie detector test.

Why? You think I lied?

Well, you're going
to be testifying at
Derek Sherman's trial,

and we want
to be sure you told
the truth, all of it.

I don't know what
I can testify about.
I didn't see anything.

Is there a reason
you don't want
to take a test?

Maybe I just
don't like tests.

If you're nervous
about it,
you should know

that we can't use the
results as evidence.

Evidence of what?

You're accusing me,
aren't you?

I did not put
my baby in danger.

You got some nerve
accusing me.

I'll have Lupo and Bernard
head down to Pennsylvania
first thing in the morning.

My son married Carly
right out of high school.

He tried college,
then he enlisted.

He'd have done
anything to stay
out of the mines.

Not that we're not
proud of him, but...

We're still hoping
God'll bring him
back to us.

Did you see
Carly before she
left for New York?

She leaves the baby
with us on a
regular basis.

Was that a
problem for you?

She'd make plans
with my wife to watch
the baby for an hour

and then disappear
for half the day.

Not that we minded,
but...

Carly's all about Carly.

Is that Mike?
Yeah.

It looks like he's
missing a couple of fingers
on his right hand.

Yeah, he was 12 years old,
him and his buddies
thought it'd be funny

if they blew up
an old port-a-john.

A bomb blew up
in his hand?

Damn lucky he didn't
get himself killed.

You remember
what they used?

A blasting cap and
a can of butane.

The cap went off
before they could
tape it to the can.

Kids.

The dots
are practically
connecting themselves.

No doubt Carly
knew about her husband's
little bomb-making escapade.

There're easier
dots to connect.

Derek Sherman already
admitted to throwing

a brick through the
window that night.

Get it on the same page
or we'll look like

we're playing spin the
bottle with our suspects.

Oh, great.
Look who's on
tomorrow's front page.

Bomb Mom Gone Wild?

Carly went on
a pub-crawl with
a new friend.

In an exclusive interview
Carly's gal-pal,
Vicki Sandusky

reported that
Carly told her

"The Recruitment Center
deserved to be burned down

because the Army treats
the families of its
servicemen like dirt."

Sounds like another
dot connecting itself.

Talk to Miss Sandusky.
Then report to me.

I'll decide how
we proceed.

The Operation
Molly message board

said that Carly
was staying at
the Cosmopolitan Hotel,

so I just hung out
in the lobby and
starting talking to her.

So in other words,
you stalked her.

I only wanted to
get to know her.

Why? Do you have
something in common?

Did you lose
a husband or child?

No. But I read
everything about
Baby Mikey.

And, uh, sorry
to be a buzz kill,

but I started
thinking you arrested
the wrong person.

So I really
wanted to talk to her
and do some profiling.

Profiling?

You work in
a hair salon.

You can ask
my friends.

I have this,
like, amazing
intuition about people.

And your intuition
tells you that Carly
started the fire.

I mean, come on,
she's a walking
Medea Complex.

Medea Complex, really?

You think she killed
her baby on purpose?

There's something
I didn't tell
the newspaper.

You know how
a good investigator
holds something back?

But now you're
going to tell me.

Carly said she never
wanted the baby.

It was her
husband's idea,

to keep her on the
straight and narrow
while he was away.

She said that she had
friends in Florida

and now that she was free
she was going to move there

and get a job
on the beach.

I recorded her
on my phone
if you want to hear it.

He said if I was
at home with the baby,

I wouldn't be out
partying with my friends.

He was trying
to control me.

She sounds drunk.
She sounds hurt and lost.

That doesn't
prove anything.

The recording doesn't
tell the whole story.

Who knows what
this other girl told her

to get her to
make these statements.

Speaking of which,
Carly just checked
out of her hotel.

Next stop could
be Florida.

What do you
want to do?

Arrest her.
We'll release Sherman.

Whoa, shouldn't we
talk to Jack first?

He's at a fund-raiser,
announcing Adam Schiff's
endorsement.

We screw this
up for him,

and there's not going
to be anything
left to endorse.

Go ahead.

Are we glad
to see you.
What's up?

So, the lady with
the suitcase was trying
to hail a cab,

when these people
in the t-shirts
detained her.

One of them
flagged us down,

said they wanted to
make a citizen's arrest.

All right, everyone
move away from her!
Move back.

She's fleeing
the jurisdiction.

She killed Baby Mikey!

She killed Baby Mikey!
Please, I just want
to go home.

You can't do that.
You have to come with us.

You're under
arrest, Carly.

Baby killer!

And no one can speak
more knowledgeably
to Jack's dedication...

What is it?

Find Michael Cutter.
I don't care if you have to
drag him out of the bathtub,

tell him to be in
my office in 20 minutes.

So now,
live from Tanzania
via the Internet,

is our old friend
Adam Schiff.

Are you trying to make
this easier for Shalvoy?

I told you
I would decide
how to proceed.

Do you have any idea
what a minefield

this case has become
thanks to this arrest?

You damn well
better have some new

and compelling
evidence against her.

We have a recording
of statements she made
to her gal-pal.

Statements that weren't
in the papers.

We have means,
opportunity and now
we have motive,

not to mention
evidence of flight.

She's the better case.

It's still going
to look like we
reversed course

because we saw
her chugging a beer

on the front page
of the Daily News.

The cops were
investigating her

before her late-night
antics made the news.

So don't worry,
you're covered.

Dismiss against Derek Sherman
and make a deal with Carly.

Quietly.

How's that going
to look?

Better than the circus
her trial would be.
I want this case closed.

And Mike,

if Shalvoy's hack
wins this election,

don't for a second
imagine you'll get away

with pulling half the crap
you pull with me.

Fifty years, Carly.

That's the sentence the
judge could give you.

They're trying to
scare you, honey.

The prospect of putting
a war widow on trial

has them grinding
their teeth at night.

Do you see me
wearing a retainer,
Ms. Weller?

Accidentally or not,
mothers who kill
their babies

aren't popular
with juries.

In my trials,
juries react to facts,
not fantasies.

And the fact here is that
you had a perfectly good
suspect in Derek Sherman.

But because Carly
didn't grieve in a manner

that suited you
and your mob
of vigilantes,

you decided
to punish her.

Your client
incriminated herself.

Ms. Rubirosa.

After a dozen
tequila shooters

you wouldn't still
be your sweet
Sunday School self.

We're not interested
in any deal.

Our defense is
Derek Sherman
and his backpack.

Oh, and tell
Jack McCoy

from now until
the election,

I'm going to nail this
case to his forehead,

so that when voters
come across his name
on the ballot,

all they'll be
able to see is
Carly's grieving face.

Why would I have to
testify at Carly's trial?

I don't know anything
about what she did.

We won't
be calling you,

Carly's lawyer will,

to prove that
Derek Sherman
planted that bomb.

They'll put
you on the stand,
under oath,

to say you took
Sherman's backpack and
kept it for the police,

and never did
anything to it

like spray butane
on it.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

I think so.

Then it'll be my turn.
I'll rip your story apart,

attack your credibility,
dredge up every lie
you ever told.

If you tampered
with that backpack,

we'll find out right
then and there.

You'll be charged
with perjury.

Oh, God.

But if you tell us
the truth now,

there'll be no need
for you to testify.

We know your heart
was in the right place.

A baby is an innocent soul.

I thought Sherman was guilty.
I didn't want him
to get away with it,

so I sprayed butane
inside his backpack.

Please forgive me.

Carly said she's
tired of being ignored.

She said if Mike
didn't come back,

she'd be a widow
raising a child all alone

and no man would
give her the time of day.

Thank you,
Mr. Di Gravia.

You testified your son
blew his fingers off
with a bomb

made with a blasting cap
and a can of butane.

That's right.
And Carly knew it.

Is there anyone who
can corroborate the
construction of this bomb?

Not really.
But why would
I lie about it?

Isn't it true you wanted
Carly to leave
little Mikey with you

when she went
to New York,

that you called her
to ask why she
was staying on?

Yeah, we thought
Mikey should be home.

Defense's 17.

A copy of an email
sent to Carly two weeks
after the bombing.

Mr. Di Gravia,
did you send
this e-mail?

Yeah.
Please read the
highlighted portions.

"Dear, Carly.

"We've been reading
about you and seeing
your interviews.

"You never talk
about little Mikey.

"Don't you
miss him too?

"You don't even look sad.
What's wrong with you?

"If you'd left him with
us like we told you,

"our angel would
still be alive."

You blame her
for his death, don't you?

I don't know.
You blame her,

and when the police
gave you the chance,

you decided
to stick it to her

with a lie about
a butane bomb.
Objection.

- Overruled.
- I didn't lie!

Mikey'd still be alive
if she'd listened to us!

But I didn't lie.

No more questions.

The Army thought
they were dealing with
some dumb coal cracker.

Now they're
kissing my ass.

Wooo! Those Operation
Molly weirdos gave me
some money for clothes.

I went to
this boutique today
and look what I got.

Don't I look hot?

And at this point,
what did Carly do?

She lifted her dress
to show me a pair
of silk panties,

thong-type.

Thank you.

How many drinks
had Carly had
when this was recorded?

I wasn't counting.

But you were treating,
and we have your
credit card receipts.

Maybe eight or nine
tequila sunrises.

Hmm. And how many
drinks had you had?

One margarita.

You got her drunk,
didn't you?

You toyed with her
like a marionette.

You planted ideas
in her head.

I did not.
I just let her talk.

Isn't the reason
you contacted her
in the first place

is because you
thought she was guilty?

She fit a profile.

She only talked
about her needs.
She's a narcissist.

You're quite
the expert in
criminal psychology.

Hey, have you ever
heard of Post-Traumatic
Stress Syndrome?

Uh, it's when people have a
shock and it changes them.

A shock like almost
being burned to death,

and losing your child
and husband.

Did that figure
in your profile?

No.

But the police had
arrested somebody else

and he didn't
fit the profile.

The police had
another suspect?

Overruled.

The witness may respond.

Yes, this anti-war guy

but he was into
selling marijuana and hash

which means his
tendencies are non-violent.

And this is your
professional opinion, hmm?

As a hairdresser's
assistant?

Nothing further,
Your Honor.

Weller's scoring
points in there.

But I don't see
her pulling it off

unless she puts
Carly on the stand.

Did we know
Sherman dealt drugs?

He was kicked out
of college in Maryland
for a drug-related offense,

but the college
sealed the record.

I need to talk
to Narcotics.

I'm having flashbacks
to one of my drug cases.

You have the cops
drag my client
out of bed,

then you get me
down here...
Has your client
told you

he used to deal
hash oil in college?

I didn't...
Don't bother.

Our amateur
crime-busters dug up

three of your former
customers from college.

Yeah, maybe he boosted
a couple of CDs
in high school.

What does this have
to do with anything?

Butane is used
to extract hash oil
from hashish.

You said,
and I quote,

"I don't know
nothing about butane.
I don't even own a lighter."

Look, I stopped dealing
almost two years ago, okay?

I threw away
all the butane.

I swear, all I did
was throw a brick!

I supported dismissing
the charges
against Sherman

because you
couldn't link him
to the explosive device.

Well,
now we can.
We can only link
him to butane.

We can link Carly
to both butane
and blasting caps

thanks to her
father-in-law.

Yeah, assuming he's
not just trying to
get even with her.

Do these look
like the injuries
of a mother

who tried to save
her baby from an inferno?

That's not evidence.
You sound like
Operation Molly.

Enough.

You two have a trial
that reconvenes
in 15 minutes.

Mr. Sherman's adventures
in drug-dealing are
Brady material.

You have to tell
Carly's lawyer about it.

Now that
Mr. Sherman's admitted
owning butane,

that puts him
back in play

as a viable alternate
theory of the crime.

I move, Your Honor,
to reverse
your prior ruling

and allow me
to present this
to the jury.

He admitted owning
butane two years ago.
It's hardly relevant.

I'm not sure I agree,
Mr. Cutter.

Fine, Your Honor,
the People will stipulate

that there was at one time
another suspect in the case.

A stipulation
isn't enough.

I want to call witnesses
to pursue our theory

that Derek Sherman
threw that bomb.

Your Honor, please.
I'm going to give
Ms. Weller latitude here.

I'll need a few days,
Your Honor.

Trial will resume
next Monday.

I'm sorry for
my behavior.

I just felt
at the bottom
of so much hurt.

I couldn't even say
Mikey's name without...

Hey.

After Weller's
finished putting
Sherman on trial,

the jury will
never convict Carly.

What do you
suggest we do?

Dismiss against Carly
and go after Sherman?

Then his lawyer will
use Carly as an alternate
theory of the crime.

We could probably
low ball a guilty plea
out of Sherman.

A flip-flop like that...

Even I wouldn't
vote for me.

Put me through
to the Public
Information Office.

Hi, Kate?
This is Jack.

I'm going to be
sending over a press
release in an hour

about the Army
Recruitment Center bombing.

Thanks.

I'm sure you could
strip the flesh off
Carly's bones on cross.

She's traumatized.

You might be able
to get her to say
whatever you want.

And Sherman's
looking at 50 years.

I don't doubt
that we can

ram a plea bargain
down his throat now.

I'm declining
to prosecute

both Mrs. Di Gravia
and Mr. Sherman

because we can't say
which one is guilty

beyond a reasonable
doubt.

The fog of war is
blinding us to the truth.

Better not to
convict anyone than
convict the wrong person.

I can see the headlines now.
"No Justice for Baby Mikey."

You're going to take
a lot of heat for this.

I can live with that.

So can you.