All language subtitles for Law and order S19E20 - Exchange

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.

Careful, the grease
is still hot.

That's good.
That's good.

All clear.

Quick, they're
going to see us.

Hold the door open,
Charlie.

Lovely flowers,
Charlie. Ta.

Oh.

He said it was
about midnight...

I need to talk to somebody.

Hold on.

I need to talk
to somebody!
Now! Right now!

This is Charlie 19,
we need a bus ASAP,

corner of Ninth
and Avenue D.

You gotta help them!

Help who? Where?

My apartment. Help them!

Police.
Hello? NYPD.

Hello?

It's clear.

Those are some
crispy french-fries.

Whoa.
Smells like it's
coming from here.

Yeah. And there's smoke.

Hello?

Police!

Oh.

Another one.

Yeah, Central,
this is Detective Lupo.

We got two DOAs,
one male, one female.

Definitely getting off
the fried foods now.

Colin and, uh, Geraldine
were exchange students
from England.

They, uh...

They went to, uh,
Cortland Tech.

I mean, they're good kids,
they're scientists.

They get along with
the guy in 2-A,
Charlie Headlind?

I never saw a problem.
Charlie's a mouse.

You know, he's a little
off in the head.

How off?

He's bipolar and, uh,
paranoid tendencies.

I mean,
that's what he told me.

He moved in here
from some halfway house.

How'd these two
get along with
the rest of your tenants?

You know, I got
a couple of complaints
about, uh, the grease.

I mean, Colin and Geri...

Geraldine, they kept
buckets of grease
in the hallway.

Grease? You mean
like cooking oil?

They collected it
from diners,

and used it
to run their van.

They're scientists.

Mmm-hmm.
Yeah, okay.

Hey, Lupes.
Check this out.

Here, and here,
looks like
stab wounds, right?

And he probably
did the boy first,

then, went to
work on the girl.

Then, used the grease
to set them on fire.

All within the realm
of possibilities

for a bipolar guy
with paranoid tendencies.

Yeah. Charlie
must've caught fire
when he lit them up.

I'd like to ask him
what he thinks of
the irony of that.

Probably not much.

Charlie died 15 minutes ago.

Our English friends
were stabbed to death,
and set on fire, post-mortem.

Single-edge blade,
went in pretty deep,

probably ye olde
kitchen knife.

He was stabbed
twice in the chest.

She was stabbed
once in each breast

and four times
in the pubic area.

Oh. Somebody's got issues.

How about Charlie,
the friendly neighbor?

Oh, cause of death
is an inhalation injury.

Smoke?

No, superheated air,
maybe even a raw flame.

Huh. So, he had
to be standing
right over the fire.

Was there any
grease or blood
on his hands and arms?

No, no residue.

He stabs two people
eight times

and doesn't get blood
on his hands?

Mmm-hmm.
And the burns,

just on his hands
and his face.

There was a towel
near the body, right?

Oh, I see where
you're going with this.

The fire was hot enough
to burn those bodies

along with the building,
and Mr. Headlind here
put it out.

He might have heard
the commotion
from his place.

By the time
he got to the party,
the perp was gone.

And Charlie died
trying to save two people

he didn't know
were already dead.

The perp had issues
with Geraldine.

Yeah, sexual issues.
I say we start
with Geek Central.

It's a tragic loss.
Colin and Geri were
Ph.D. Candidates

but already
they were making
major contributions

to the field of
alternative energy.

Everyone wanted
a piece of them.

I assume
you mean in a nice way.

Yes.
The Department of Energy
reached out to them,

oil companies
were making offers.

But Colin and Geri
wanted to retain
their independence.

It says here that,
uh, Mr. Tilbrook

got the okay to extend
for a second year here.

But Ms. Sarfield,
her application
was pending.

Problem?

Just an issue that
needed clearing up.

Last summer,
Geri was hired to do

an energy audit
of public schools
in the Bronx.

One of her assistants
filed a sexual harassment
complaint against her.

Geri denied it.

Our online student paper
broke the story.

Yeah, I got
all the documentation
here somewhere.

A copy of the
harassment complaint

the assistant filed
with the City Commission
on Human Rights,

copy of his paystubs...
Yeah, here it is.

The story is totally legit.

Where did you
get this material?

Uh, it was sent to me
anonymously.

But you confirmed it, right?

I confirmed there was
a complaint filed

and that this guy worked
for Geraldine Sarfield.

"On two occasions,
Geraldine
grabbed my crotch

"and said
she'd never tasted
American Prime Beef."

You talked
to this assistant?

I tried. The guy's been
up in the Arctic Ocean

counting icebergs
for the last six weeks.

All right,
Woodward and Bernstein,

so you published
this stuff even though

you never talked
to the guy
who made the complaint?

I had evidence of other
inappropriate behavior
by Geraldine Sarfield.

Okay, like what,
for instance?

Well, everybody says
how she was
so into her fiancé Colin.

Well, I found
a Faceplace page

she kept under
another name.

"Geri Knickers."

Yeah, that's her.
And here, just for starters,
read this entry in her blog.

"C. Worked late again
last night.

"So I rang up Pete
and met him for a drink.

"Long story short,
we got a room and had
a spectacular tumble."

Tumble, that's what
the Brits call knocking boots.

Yeah, we figured that.
We'll take it from here.

You know,
I can't help thinking,

Big Oil tried to buy
these kids off

so they could bury
their alternative
energy technology.

And the kids said no,
and maybe Big Oil decided
to bury the kids instead.

You really believe that?

Maybe if you
read something besides
the sports section.

What's the matter, Lupes,
Jenny close up
the kitchen on you?

Shut up.

Listen to this.
"C. Left early
to go to the lab.

"Feeling a little randy,
so I rang up Sturge,

"and told him to
come fetch his reward
for repainting our flat."

Their landlord,
his name was Sturgis, right?

So, Sturge, you ever
visit with Geri when
she was home alone?

Visit?

Yeah.

You mean, uh...
You know...

Yeah. That's exactly
what we mean.

No, never.

I mean, I'm a happily
married guy.

Where'd you get that idea?

Geri's blog.

"Feeling a little randy,
so I rang up Sturge,

"and told him to
come fetch his reward
for repainting our flat."

You know, I...
I heard a rumor,

stupid rumor
about me and her
and the paint job, but...

We checked, Sturge,
the paint job
in Geri's place is new.

Geri and Colin's place.
The City said
I had to paint it,

and I, uh, I got a letter
from the Housing Department.

The landlord confirmed
that it's his tax ID number
and corporate name.

Everything's
right about it,

except the City
doesn't have
a record of mailing it.

And this would be
the first time

the Housing Department
misplaced paperwork?

It's not just that.
The sexual harassment beef?

We got through
to Geraldine's
former assistant

up in the Arctic Ocean.

He said he never
filed a complaint,

because there was
no harassment.

This is getting
interesting.

The tech boys sent up
a report on Geraldine's
Faceplace page.

So far,
they've determined

that Geraldine never
accessed the page

from her home computer,
or the one at her office.

Not only that,
the bikini shot...
Photoshopped.

Then all her affairs?

Probably made up.

Someone went through
a lot of effort to make
this girl out to be a skank.

A smear campaign.
This isn't a college prank.

This person has access
to City Housing records,

City tax records,
City payroll records.

A City employee.

It's bad enough
you can't fight City Hall.

This person is
using City Hall
to fight Geraldine.

Fight her to the death.

You think it's someone
in the Taxation department?

Uh, it's more
likely than someone
in the Parks Department.

Sweetheart,
there's at least
2,000 city employees

who could put together
all this information.

We'll start with
the ones here.

You have a subpoena?

You know, the union
would cross me off
their Christmas list

if I gave you names
without a subpoena.

We'll be back.

They love messing
with our heads.

Hmm. Uh, guess
whose computer

navigated the most often
to Geraldine's page.

Charlie Headlind.

Yeah, and his computer
also visited
the student paper website

to read the sexual
harassment article.

You see him
putting together
this smear campaign?

Nothing in his
background showed

he had the chops
or the connections
to pull it off.

Plus we practically
eliminated him as the killer.

What if this was a show
for Charlie's benefit,

to convince him
Geraldine was promiscuous?

Maybe somebody was
trying to stop him from
getting mixed up with her.

Like who, his mother?

Or a seriously
jealous girlfriend.

Just men's
clothes and shoes.

Yeah, no extra toothbrush,
deodorant, perfume, nothing.

Hey, check that out
back there.

Whoa.

Mmm.

Signed with a heart.

A valentine from
Charlie's girlfriend.

A girlfriend who didn't
come forward after he died,

who hasn't called us to see
if we've arrested anybody.

Look at these brush strokes,
they're violent, wild,
out of control.

Yeah, the newspapers
in the collage.

They're articles from
last year's primaries.

Yeah. Last year Charlie
was in a halfway house.

Maybe it was co-ed.

Another brick wall.
Since painting is a
part of the therapy here,

it's all confidential.

The same goes
for who Charlie's
girlfriend might've been.

I like your painting.

You do?

I do. I think
it's really good.

Yeah,
I think you have
your taste in your ass.

We need to talk
to the person
who painted this.

You know who did it?

No.

But there's one
like it over there,
bottom shelf on the left.

What's that?
"Wendy T."

Mmm-hmm.

You think
the City Tax Department

would hire somebody
with a serious
mental disease?

It would explain
a few things
about the tax code.

Excuse me,
we're looking for
the Supervisor, Ms. Voles.

Oh, she usually
takes her tea
right about now.

Try the employee lounge.

Thanks.

Actually, maybe
you can help us.

We're looking
for an employee here
by the name of Wendy?

Wendy?

Yeah, last name
starts with a "T".

No, sorry.

The lounge is down
to the left, at the end.

Thanks.

Detectives.
Ms. Voles.

I've been chasing you.
Are you looking for me?

We have a name. Wendy.

We have a few Wendys
working here.

Her last name
starts with a "T".

Wendy Teal?

I thought I just
saw you talking to her.

The redhead?

Excuse me.

Anything?

No. You?
No.

One of the girls
saw Wendy leave
with her coat and purse.

I don't get it, she is
a highly-qualified CPA.

Okay, we're going to
need her home address.

I don't have it.

If this about
a damn subpoena...

No, no, no.
Wendy moved two weeks ago.

I think she moved in
with her parents.

Why's that?

She said she'd be sleeping
in her mother's bed.

Yeah, all right.
Thanks. Uh-huh. Bye.

Her mother died
three months ago,

the apartment was vacated
a month after that.

Thank you.

Okay, Wendy
must've been staying
somewhere up in Queens.

The trace on the Metrocard
she bought with a credit card

has her taking
the 7 train

at Elmhurst Avenue
every morning.

Lupes.

Two months ago, she filed
a criminal complaint
against her brother.

She wanted him
arrested for burglary

and for trespassing
at their mother's place.

Hmm. Thanksgiving dinner
at the Teals' house,

must've been a lot of fun.

You sure you don't want
one of these? Crispy...

The bow is bent and drawn,
make from the shaft.

Let it fall rather,
though the fork invade
the region of my heart...

I haven't seen my sister
since she tried to
have me arrested.

What'd she do now,
rob a liquor store
in the nude?

Laugh much?

Your sister has
severe mental problems.

You have no idea
how time-consuming,

not to mention
emotionally draining it is

to constantly be
picking up after her.

Eric, it's called
"King Lear",
not "Queen Lear"!

Man up!

Uh, actually, Mr. Teal,
all we really need is
your sister's current address.

Don't have one.

If you had to guess.

Look, I've had to dial back
on my primary caretaker role.

My wife and I
just had a baby.

He's amazing.

Everything I thought I knew,
out the window.

The last time you spoke
with your sister,

did she mention
she had a boyfriend
named Charlie?

She's got a boyfriend?
Lucky guy.

Why don't you just
ask him for the address
where's she's living?

We would,
but he died Tuesday night.

Tuesday night?

I got a call Tuesday night
from a doctor
over at Westside Hospital.

They were holding Wendy
for a psych eval.

He said
she was raving manic,

that only happens when
she goes off her meds.

She'd taken off
by the time
I got down there.

Let me guess.
She had something to do
with her boyfriend's death?

We need to talk
to her about that,

and about two murdered
British students

across the hall
from her boyfriend.

Whoa. I read about that.

Yeah, so maybe
now you'd like to
think a little harder

about where
your sister's living.

She told her co-worker
that she would be sleeping
in your mother's old bed.

That's not possible.
That's...

That's what she wanted
to have me arrested for.

It was all misplaced grief.

Your mother's furniture,
what did you do with it?

I put it in storage,
in Queens.

Near the Elmhurst stop
of the number Seven train?

Wendy Teal?

Don't hurt me.

We're not going to hurt you.
Let me see your hands.

We're the police.
We just want to talk to you.

You wanna come with us?

Somewhere warm?

Yeah, sure,
somewhere warm.
Give me your hand.

Hands behind your back.

Lupes,
check this out,

ye olde kitchen knife.

Docket Number 55939,
"People v. Wendy Teal,

Two Counts
Second Degree Murder."

Defendant pleads?
Not guilty, Judge.

The People
request remand.

Ms. Teal has
no fixed address,

she's mentally ill,
and she's a threat
to the community.

Your Honor,
her brother is here today,

and requests that
she be released to him.

He'll ensure that she is
properly medicated,
that she will appear...

I don't need
anybody to ensure that
I'm properly medicated.

As Your Honor can see,
Ms. Teal is not
in control of her emotions.

Your Honor, Mr. Teal
has long experience

caretaking
for his sister.

Defendant will be confined
to her brother's home

and will wear
a monitoring device.

Bail's $250,000.

Ms. Rubirosa,
I'm Dennis Teal.

Yeah, I... I hope you know
what you're taking on.

I know it in spades.
But she is my kid sister.

I'm hoping
you might make a deal.

A trial would
just humiliate her.

Dennis...
It's okay.

What're you doing?
Wendy, Wendy, Wendy.

You don't discuss
my case with him.

Wendy, I'll handle this.
I don't care
if he hired you,

he's not the client.

If you want to
discuss my case,
you talk to my lawyer.

Sorry about that.

I assume that
you'll be giving notice
of an insanity defense.

Nope. I'll be in touch
about a plea.

My client is willing
to plead to the two counts
of second degree murder.

In return,
you'll agree to
a sentence of 20-to-life,

and you won't
oppose parole.

Twenty-to-life?

Have you explained
to your client

that even if she took
her chances at trial,

the most she'd get
is 25-to-life?

Assuming she gets parole.

Before we go
any further,

I'd like Ms. Teal
to tell us what
happened that night.

Okay.

I was off my meds.

My mind was racing
and I was having
these awful thoughts

about the British girl
who lived across
from Charlie.

I thought she was trying
to steal him away from me.

I tried to
discourage Charlie,
but Charlie was weak.

And when I went
to his place that night,
I saw he had flowers.

I... I thought for her.

I took the flowers
to her apartment,

I brought a knife
to cut up the flowers...

And things got
out of control.

Do you remember
stabbing Geraldine?

Yes. I...

I killed Colin

first when he
answered the door.

Then,

Geraldine came into the room,

and I killed her, too.

I was so angry.

Then...

I set them on fire,

and I ran away.

I... I'm sorry.

I knew it was wrong,
but I did it anyway.

Where did you go?

The emergency room.

I knew I needed a shot,

that I was out of control.

My client was manic,
but she knew
what she was doing.

And now,
this is what she wants.

We'll get back to you.

It's not just the lawyer
pushing for a deal,
it's the brother, too.

She admitted
killing two people,

she knew right from wrong
and she wants to take a plea.

Who are we to say no?

What if she was
legally insane when
she committed the crime?

And what if after
sitting in jail for a while

she decides she's not
quite as sorry
as she is right now?

Do we want to risk
a reversal on appeal?

I can tell you what
everyone else in the E.R. Saw.

She was, uh,
disheveled, barefoot,

wearing only a bra
and filthy sweatpants,

talking a mile a minute...

What was she saying?

The recurring themes?

She's the little girl
no one wanted,

she needs
her sweetie bear...

She said that
she was off her meds.

Could you tell
how long it'd been?

That's an area I can't...

It relates to her fitness
to stand trial.

She had a four-month-old
old prescription with
three unused refills.

Once she finished
the original prescription,
she never refilled it.

Three months
without her meds?

She was in a full-fledged
psychotic episode.

And that's why
you held her
for observation.

I didn't do that.

Soon as she stabilized,
she checked herself out.

But that's what
you told her brother,

that you were
keeping her
for observation.

No. I told him
on the phone that she'd
already left the hospital.

That's not what he told us.

He said that
by the time he got here,
she was already gone.

If he was here,
I didn't see him.

Uh, can you
direct me to security?

Sure.

Okay.
There's Wendy.

That driver just
abandoned her there?

You can't make out
the license plate.

Well, there's this instead.

Eastside Day Academy.
It's where Dennis Teal
teaches drama.

And he has
a black '97 Honda
registered to his name.

I gather Mr. Teal
told the police

a different story from
what we're seeing.

He told them the hospital
called to inform him

that his sister,
who he hadn't seen in months,
was in their emergency room.

He ran to her rescue.

He was protecting her.

Well, now,
he's pushing for a deal

that'll send her
to prison for 20 years.

He's being a realist.
I read her statement.

She said she knew
what she was doing,

there's no basis for
an insanity defense.
Am I right?

Connie felt we should
dot our "I's".

Consider them dotted.
Make the deal.

No, but her brother
was the one that...

Connie, we should
all be so lucky
to have a sibling

who puts their
neck out for us.

Well, I'll pass on
Dennis Teal's martyr act.

Cold.

Let's just draw up
the plea agreement.

Mike, Wendy told us
when she was doing
the murders,

she knew it was wrong.

But according to
the E.R. Doctor,

she didn't express
remorse or even talk about
having done something bad,

despite the fact that
she was full-on manic
and running off at the mouth.

Do we really need
to dot this "l"?

I want to know
what she talked about
with her brother

before he dumped her
at the hospital.

I only went down
to the hospital because
I thought Wendy was there.

Really?
Well, that's Wendy,
and that's your car,

and that's a time stamp

two hours before
the doctor called you.

I thought
she'd been raped.

Then, she said
she'd hurt some people.

Why didn't you
call the police?

I know it sounds crazy,
but I blame myself
for what happened to her.

I'd been avoiding her
ever since she tried
to have me arrested.

When I saw her like that...

I was ashamed.

What exactly
did she tell you?

She just kept saying
how she'd done a bad thing.

I asked her
where her clothes were,

she said she'd gotten
blood on them.

At that point,
I didn't need
to know the details.

I told her I was going to
take her to the hospital

and she could
get her medication.

Then you dumped her
at the E.R. And took off.

Empathize much?
I panicked.

Between Wendy
and my late mother,
and the new baby,

everything landed
on my shoulders.

I'm trying to
take care of my sister.

Even though she acts
like she doesn't
want to live in my home,

even though
she won't take her meds
and drinks like a fish...

I've got to try.

Mr. Teal, you realize
she's violating
the terms of her bail?

Well, what am I going to do,
force her to take her pills?

I don't want to
make her angry.

Oh, there's my ride.

Well, I know one brick
we can take off his shoulders.

Remaining on her
medication was a condition of
Ms. Teal's parole.

Instead, she's been
self-medicating
with alcohol.

What's the evidence
to support Mr. Cutter's
outrageous allegation?

A statement by
the defendant's brother.

Oh, you son of a bitch!

Order.

How can you do this?
You don't care!
Ms. Teal...

You have no soul.

That's enough, young lady.

Bail is a privilege,
not a right.

You have abused
that privilege.
I'm revoking your bail.

You heartless bastard!
Ms. Teal...

I'm not garbage!
You can't throw me out!

Escort Ms. Teal
from the courtroom.

No! I want
my sweetie bear!

Ms. Teal, please!

Mom promised me!
I want it!

Mom, I want
my sweetie bear!

The very fact
that she got rid of
her bloody clothes

indicates a consciousness
of guilt and argues
against legal insanity.

We've dotted
every "l", Connie.

It's time to get that
plea agreement on paper.

Tell me what
you make of this.

It's an attachment
to her medical file.

It says there was
a medical trust for Wendy.

A medical trust to do what?

Her mom set it up
and appointed Dennis

to supervise Wendy's
psychiatric care.

He can't be
held responsible
if she refuses.

Well, it's pretty hard
to take your meds

if you don't have them
in the first place.

He hadn't filled
her prescriptions
in three months.

A.D.A. Rubirosa.

Uh, yes. Thank you.
Thanks for calling.

Wendy just hanged
herself at Rikers.

I don't know
about you, Mike,

but I'm beginning
to think this is exactly

what Dennis Teal
wanted all along.

The payphone's there
for the prisoners to use.

She said she wanted
to call her lawyer.

She was out of
the guard's sight
less than seven minutes.

This is all your fault,
you and your pal.

I wanted to
take care of her.

Oh, really?

Then why did you let her go
without her medication
for three months?

We read the medical trust.

Serves me right

for trying to be
a good son,
a good brother.

Thank you for meddling
in our family!

That guy likes to
feel sorry for himself.

Mmm-hmm.

I got you the sister's
burglary complaint.

She listed everything
in her mother's apartment.

"Sweetie Bear,
small bronze object,

"complainant reports
it's priceless."

You know, in the E.R.
And in the courtroom,

she kept saying
she wanted
her sweetie bear,

that her mom had
promised it to her.

And here she is, saying
her brother stole it,

whatever it is.

Is her mom's stuff
still in that locker?

Hey, does this
look like a bear to you?

That must be Wendy.

That's an awfully
sweet looking bear.

Yeah, and expensive.
It looks Chinese.

I'm just saying
Chinese bronze.

It dates back
to the Western
Han Dynasty, circa 200 BC.

Wendy's grandfather
traveled to Asia
for a paper company,

and he probably
bought it on
one of his trips.

A 2,000 year old antique
must have more than
sentimental value.

I found out that
it's up for auction
next month in London,

for a conservative
estimate of $300,000.

What, that same bear?

Mmm-hmm.
And I tracked down
the seller, Dennis Teal.

Check out the address
he gave the London
auction house.

26 Upper Phillimore Gardens,
Kensington, London.

Colin and Geraldine's
vacant apartment in London.

Dennis Teal stole the bear
from his mother's estate

with the full intent of
selling it and keeping
all the proceeds for himself.

He knew that Wendy
would find out,

so he stopped filling
her prescriptions,

knowing that
she would either
end up dead or locked up.

Either way, he gets
access to her assets,

including proceeds
from their mother's estate.

And in the meantime,
he finds out about
the British students

living across
from Wendy's boyfriend,

and he uses their
London address
for the auction

to hide his tracks
from Wendy.

Bottom line is
he drove his sister crazy

to steal her share of a rare
and precious art object.

I think
she's nailed Mr. Teal.

Mmm-hmm.

And us.

If you feel like saying
"I told you so,"
by all means, go ahead.

I'd rather say
"gotcha" to Dennis Teal.

Well, we can start
by charging him for
Geraldine and Colin's murder.

Wendy had a history
of suicide attempts

and violence during
psychotic episodes.

Dennis knew it.

Nonetheless,
with depraved indifference,

he withheld
medication from her.

Good. Now go
sell that to a jury.

I'd just finished
nursing my mother
through her final illness.

And I'd just become
a father for the first time.

My wife and I were
strapped for cash,

so I'd been tutoring,

which made me
less available for
Ellen and the baby.

Wendy was always
my responsibility,

but she couldn't be
my first priority anymore.

Did you deliberately
fail to get her
prescriptions filled?

Of course not.

I thought
she could handle
filling them herself.

I was wrong.

I dropped
the ball, I'm sorry.

Did her behavior
give you reason

to think she wasn't
taking her medication?

No. If I'd noticed
her behavior changing,

I would have
done something,
but she seemed fine.

How about the night
that you dropped her off
at the emergency room?

Of course
she was manic,

but she told me that
she'd gotten angry
at the British girl,

and she'd done
something terrible,
she needed my help.

She told me that
she'd gotten rid of
her bloody clothes,

she told me that
there was a knife,

but she forgot
where she put it.

Wendy was coherent
and aware of
what had happened.

If she was so rational,
why did you rush her
to the emergency room

to get anti-psychotic
medication?

Like I said,
she was manic,
rational but manic.

And when she told me
she'd gone off her meds,

I was worried
she'd hurt herself.

Then, Dennis,
why did the E.R. Doctor
diagnose your sister

as being
in a full-fledged
psychotic episode?

I can't answer that.

She didn't tell her that
she did a terrible thing,

that she hurt people.

I'd warned my sister
not to say anything
about what she did.

You coached her?

In a way, yes,
to protect her.

You coached her to say,

"She's the little girl
no one wanted,

"that she needed
her sweetie bear."

That's what
she told the doctor.

Of course, I didn't
coach her to say that.

Look, I know that
when you made your
plea deal with her,

she told you that she knew
what she did was wrong.

That's after she'd been
under house arrest
in your home for a week,

after you'd had time
to coach her
to say the words

that would send her to prison.

I resent that.
Isn't that where
you wanted her to go,

to prison for 20 years,

instead of
a psychiatric hospital
where she might get better?

No, that's not true.

Wasn't that
your plan all along,

to get her out of the way,
so that you could
sell this valuable antique

this bear, your sister's
"sweetie bear",
without her knowledge?

No, I would not steal
from my sister.

Then why did you
try to sell it overseas,
using a false address?

Wendy knew
all about that.
It was her idea.

She said there'd be
some kind of tax advantage.

That we wouldn't have
to pay estate taxes.

What did I know?
She was the CPA
in the family.

So you're saying that
your psychotic bipolar sister

came up with this scheme?

Yes. She's the one
who gave me
the address in London.

Maybe I was naive.

I should have
asked questions.

Mr. Teal,
you are unbelievable.

Objection.

Mr. Cutter has
evidently run out of
pertinent questions.

Sustained.

When push came to shove,
Dennis Teal threw
his sister under a bus,

and made her out to be
some tax-evading cheat.

He just handed the jury
reasonable doubt
on a silver platter.

A side issue.
Your whole theory
of the crime

was a stretch
to begin with.

Maybe a stretch to prove,
but that's what happened.

Sometimes justice
is only about
what you can prove.

Then, let's change
the theory of the crime
to something we can prove.

Dennis conspired
with Wendy to sell
the antique overseas

and avoid estate taxes.

When Geraldine
and Colin found out

they were using
their address,
Wendy killed them.

Except by definition,
you can't conspire
with a psychotic person,

there's no meeting
of the minds.

Except,
Dennis and his lawyer

just spent the better
part of the day arguing
that Wendy was rational.

Fine, then,
let's steer into the skid.

You want to paint
Wendy Teal as a conspirator
and a cold-blooded killer

when you have evidence
to the contrary?

This isn't a con

you're running
on a defendant
in some back room.

You're in open court,
in front of a jury.

Either Wendy
was a victim of her
brother's manipulation,

or she was
a tax-cheating
co-conspirator.

Not both.

I am not going to
apologize for doing

what needs to be done
to put this monster
behind bars.

A trial is
a truth-seeking process,

not a vehicle for you
to obscure the truth

to win a conviction
at all costs.

You have a greater
duty than that.

I want to see him
behind bars, too.

The People
have not shown

my client's failure to fill
Wendy's prescriptions

caused
a psychotic break

or caused her
to commit the murders.

Dennis was a good brother,

but he couldn't be
with his sister
every hour of every day.

Nobody could.

What she did was tragic,
but it was not his fault.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

in my opening statement,
I told you that
I would establish that

Mr. Teal intentionally
caused his sister

to experience
a psychotic break,

fully aware of her
potential for violence,

and that Wendy
killed the two victims

while in that psychotic state.

As you just heard,
the defense suggests

that I failed to meet
my burden of proof.

The defense is correct.

I did.

But what the evidence
elicited at this trial

does prove beyond
any reasonable doubt

is that Dennis Teal
conspired with his sister

to commit tax fraud by selling
a valuable heirloom overseas.

We know this
because the defendant
admitted it here under oath.

We also know that they used
the victims' London address

to perpetrate their fraud.

And we know that
Wendy killed the victims.

Now, even though
the People are under
no obligation to prove motive,

it's reasonable to infer
that the victims were killed

when they discovered
their address was
being used for a tax fraud.

Objection.

Overruled.

But Your Honor,
he can't...

I said overruled,
now sit down.

Mr. Cutter, continue.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Now, it doesn't matter
if Wendy acted

with or without
her brother's consent.

As he admitted,
they conspired together,

and he is liable
for any acts she committed

in furtherance
of their crime.

In the eyes of the law,
you're in for a penny,
you're in for a pound.

That's why you have to
find Dennis Teal guilty
of both murders.

Your Honor,
I want his whole
summation stricken.

He cannot suddenly offer
a completely different theory

of a crime from what
he has prosecuted
in this courtroom

for the last two weeks.

I haven't changed
a single element of the crime.

I simply incorporated
a new fact offered
by Ms. Grubman's own client,

that he conspired
with his sister.

Ms. Grubman, you're
bound by the testimony
of your own client.

Mr. Cutter is within
his rights to put that
testimony in a new light.

But his whole premise
is absurd.

Wendy is an unmedicated
bipolar psychotic.

It's black letter law
that you cannot enter
into a conspiracy

with someone who is
mentally incompetent.

I agree. Except...

"If I'd noticed
her behavior changing,

"I'd have done something,
but she seemed fine.

"She was manic,
rational but manic.

"She was coherent
and aware of
what had happened."

The defendant's own words
in this courtroom
not 24 hours ago.

And what better witness
to Wendy's mental state

than her caring,
long-suffering big brother?

Ms. Grubman,
your objection is overruled.

Mr. Cutter's
summation will stand.

I will now charge
the jury and send them
to deliberations.

You work all your life
trying to make people happy,

trying to keep your sister
from flying off the deep end,

mediating,
walking on eggshells,

trying not to upset,
and then this happens.

Not that I blame Wendy,
she couldn't help herself.

If it was just me,
I could take this,

but my wife Ellen,
and the baby,

this is so unfair to them.

And then this one,

take the stand, she says,

testify about Wendy's
state of mind.

What do I know about it?

I'm no expert,
I'm no psychiatrist,

I'm just a drama teacher.
Jesus!

You're an infant, Mr. Teal.

Do you think
your life sucks now?

Wait 'til you see
where you wake up tomorrow.

And unlike
your sister's condition,

this will be a nightmare
of your own making.

The offer is the same one
you urged your sister
to take, 20-to-life.

No.

I may not have gone
to law school, but I know...

Dennis, it'll be worse
if we wait for a verdict.

Bluff much?

Send us the paperwork.

He took 20-to-life.

I heard. I'm not sure
congratulations are in order.

We avenged Wendy Teal.

By assassinating her character
and tarnishing yours?