All language subtitles for law.and.order.s24e11

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.

Vic is Charles Harper.

This is his place.

His daughter called it in.

She came over to check on him
and found the body.

Cause of death,
single gunshot

to the back of the head.

Execution style, all right.

Based on body temp,
I'd say it happened

sometime late last night.

Somebody turned the place
over pretty good, huh?

Same story in the bedrooms
and living room.

Yeah, clocked that broken
window downstairs too.

All right, so we're looking
at a possible B&E.

Downside of being rich,
I guess.

Vic was the guy
behind Inherit-Ed.

You know, the company
that tests your DNA?

That's how I found out
I'm part American Indian.

Like 1/64.

I'm not saying I identify.
I'm just--

I don't know
if I can do that, man.

The idea of giving away
all my biological data

to some random company?
No thanks.

Doesn't look like he put up
much of a fight.

If he was wearing those,

good chance
he didn't hear it coming.

Handel, classical music guy.

Well, at least
he died peacefully.

I tried to call him
this morning a bunch of times,

and when he didn't pick up,

I just felt
that something was wrong.

Did your father live alone?

No.
He's married.

His wife is out of town.

I don't call her my stepmother.

They've only been married
for a year,

and she's younger than I am.

I knew he was alone
this weekend,

and so I just stopped by
to check on him.

Do you know of anyone who
would want to hurt your father?

Ma'am, there might be
a chance that this is

a burglary gone bad,

so we're gonna need
your help determining

if anything is missing.

Of course.

Detectives.

Excuse us.

This is Delores Sung.

She lives next door,
thinks she might have

seen something last night.

It was around 11:30.

I heard a loud bang.

I didn't know if it was
a gunshot or a firecracker.

I looked out the window,
and I saw someone running

down the street that way.

Can you describe this person?

It was pretty dark.

Just tell us what you can.

Were they tall, short,
male, female?

I couldn't really say.

But they were wearing
a dark gray sweatshirt

with a logo on the back,

a big Y with
a heart in the middle.

I think I know the brand
you're talking about.

That it?

Yeah, that's it.

Whoever it was,
they were running like hell.

A handful of valuable items
are missing

from the brownstone, including
a diamond wedding ring

that belonged to Harper's
first wife, now deceased.

According to his daughter,
he always kept it

on the nightstand.
- Credit card, wallet?

Also missing.

We're monitoring them
for any activity.

And unfortunately,
Harper's security system

was not set up yet.

And so far, we haven't found
any useful street cam footage.

Any other break-ins
reported in the area?

Nada, but strangely enough,

the killer did leave
some pretty obvious

low-hanging fruit.

Current wife's jewelry box was
just sitting there untouched

on top of the bedroom dresser.
- Look at this.

That's the floor in front
of the window the killer

supposedly came through.

Covered in glass,
which makes sense.

But if someone actually
crawled through that window,

they would have stepped
on those shards

and just broken them
into smaller pieces.

It looks staged,

like they wanted us

to think it was
a random robbery.

It could be someone who
had access to the brownstone.

This is a nightmare.

I just still
can't believe that--

When was the last time
you spoke to him?

Last night,
around 8:00 maybe.

Everything seemed fine.

How long were you
at the yoga retreat?

Just a few days.

You can check the GPS in my car

or just look in my phone.

I took a lot of photos.

I know why you're really here.

I've been through this before.

Referring to
your first husband.

I'll save you time.

I didn't marry him
or Charles for money.

I'm richer than both
of them combined,

and I-I don't profit
from his death.

I mean, I literally
don't inherit one nickel.

He was leaving everything
he had to Victoria

and Sean, his two kids.

What is it?

No, I'm sure it's nothing.

No, I can't believe that.

A few days ago,
Sean and Charles

got into a big fight.

Sean was pissed about
how much Charles was spending.

He accused him of blowing
through his inheritance.

Can I help you?

Detectives Shaw and Riley.

We're looking for Sean Harper.

I'm his girlfriend.

He left about 15 minutes ago.

What's going on?

When's he coming back?

I don't know.
He left in a hurry.

What do you mean?

He said he had
to get out of town.

He packed a bag.

Any idea where he's going?

No, but he was taking
the train.

Said he was headed
to Grand Central.

Thank you.

OK, all right.
Thanks, Lieu.

Sean Harper bought a ticket
to Greenwich, Connecticut

21 minutes ago,
which means we're looking

for Metro North to Stamford.

Track 19.

Sean Harper.

Do not move.

Police.
Hey!

Where are you
running off to, Sean?

You guys are police?

Homicide.

Let's go have a little chat.
- Come on.

We know you fought with
your father over his spending,

and now he's dead,
and you're on the run.

You see how that looks?

I would never hurt my father.
I love him.

As much
as you love his money?

I didn't kill him.

But I--

I know who did.

Well, if you know who did it,

you should be running towards
the police,

not away from them.

I didn't know
they were police.

I thought they were--

OK, I borrowed some money.

I was trying to get
my business off the ground.

I built this app, and
I couldn't raise any capital.

I asked my dad.
He said no.

And so this friend set me up
with this investor guy,

this Anthony Niducci.

Anyway,
the business didn't work out.

Niducci says he wants
his money back plus interest.

I tell him I don't have it,
and he threatens to...

kill me.

Yeah, but you're alive,

and your father's dead.
So?

Yeah, I told my dad
about Niducci.

I was hoping he'd just give me
the money to pay him back,

but he wouldn't.

He insisted on meeting
with the guy.

He was convinced
he could work something out.

And then now he's--

You think you're next?

That's why I was trying
to get out of town

Where were you last night
around 11:30?

At home in bed
with my girlfriend.

In fact,
I have a photo on my phone.

I sent it to a friend of ours.

We were wearing
matching pajamas.

The friend I sent it to,
he owns a clothing line and--

yeah, there.
See?

Cute.
OK.

Let's talk more about
this guy Niducci.

Sorry to hear
that Harper's dead.

Seemed like a good guy.

Loved the hell out of his kid,
even though he's an idiot.

But I had nothing
to do with it.

I don't kill people.

Sean Harper said
you threatened him.

With legal action.

Like I said, an idiot.

Frankly, you coming here
and insinuating that I'm--

I don't know--in the mafia
or something is racist.

Dude, you're the one
out here doing the whole

"Goodfellas" cosplay thing.

Hey, my grandfather
opened this bar in 1974.

My dad ran it before me.
I'm not playing at anything.

OK, all right, calm down.

Now, where were you
two nights ago at 11:30 p.m.?

I was here.
We got security cameras.

They'll show
I was here all night.

Listen, I had no reason
to want the guy dead.

We resolved our issue.

We had
a productive conversation,

and he texted me later
that night promising

that Sean
would pay me back soon.

You'd know this if you
just checked his phone.

We did.

We didn't see the text
you're talking about though.

Maybe he deleted them,
but I'm telling the truth.

Security footage shows

Niducci was at the bar
until closing.

OK, so he didn't pull
the trigger himself.

Is it possible that he hired
somebody else to do it?

That wasn't the vibes.

I mean, he's just
a local bar owner pretending

to be a venture capitalist.

Not the kind of guy
who's gonna have

somebody whacked, you know.

It seems like he was telling
the truth about the texts too.

Harper deleted them,
but TARU was able

to pull 'em out of the cloud.

I mean, it seems like
everything was cool

between him and Niducci,
but, um--

wait.

What is it?

There's a bunch more texts
here between Harper

and someone named Finn Carson.

Refers to him as Agent Carson.

Looks like they're talking
about some kind

of investigation.
- What kind of investigation?

I have no idea.
It's all very vague.

Looks like there's
an Agent Finn Carson

in the Homeland Security
New York field office.

Works in the
Financial Crimes Unit.

Charles Harper was working
with Homeland Security?

Charles Harper?
Name doesn't ring a bell.

Look, we understand
that undercover work

can be delicate.

We're not trying to blow up
your operation,

but a man is dead.

And we need your help
figuring out who killed him.

So if his murder
has anything to do

with the case
that you're working on--

I'm not being coy
with you here, guys.

There is no case.

I don't know
who you're talking about.

OK.

Harper's cell logs show that
he was in heavy communication

with this number.

Now, that comes back
to a burner phone,

but he had it saved in
his contacts under your name.

Yeah, these didn't
come from me.

I think I know what's going on.

Looks like Charles Harper
got scammed.

Yeah, HSI has actually had
a bunch of these incidents

over the last few years.

They call it pig butchering.

Yeah, so the scammer calls
the person pretending

to be an HSI agent
and lets them know

that they've been investigated
for financial fraud.

And let me guess.

The first step is to
give Homeland Security

access to their bank accounts.

That, or they get them
to wire a bunch of money

to an offshore account
that's controlled

by the scammer, which is what
we think happened to Harper.

And these are the names
and addresses of real agents

and field offices,
just in case anybody

wants to verify it's legit.

And in the last two weeks
leading up to Harper's death,

he wires $5 million
to an offshore account

that then just
vanishes into thin air.

Do we think this scammer has
anything to do with the murder?

Doubtful.

No, these guys,
once they get the money,

they usually vanish
into thin air too.

Check this out.

Harper recently upped
his life insurance

policy to $10 million, and his
kids are the beneficiaries.

Now, Sean Harper, he's got
an alibi, the pajama photo.

But if you ask me, $5 million
is more than enough incentive

for him to lie.

Plus, we know that he
has very strong feelings

about his inheritance,

and if he found out
that his dad was broke--

And we all know how easy
it is to manipulate a photo.

Well, have another chat
with him.

I'm telling you, I was here
all night, all right?

You can talk to my doorman.

Or better yet, the building
is covered in security cameras.

Check those.
- We will.

I didn't even know
about my dad being scammed

until this morning
when my sister

and I met with
the estate lawyers.

I still can't believe
he got sucked in like that.

We'll need to speak
to your girlfriend too.

Fine, but she's not here.

We have her number.
We'll be in touch.

Wait.

There's something
I haven't told you.

Oh, yeah?
What's that?

All right,
the day my dad was killed,

I spoke to my sister,
and she told me that

she was planning on having
dinner with him that night.

She told us
a much different story.

Right, well, she told me
that, you know,

she ended up canceling,

but, look, the reason I didn't
tell you guys about this

before is that I believed her.

I couldn't imagine
that she would ever--

That's changed now.

This afternoon,
I was at Victoria's apartment,

and I was feeling
kind of upset,

so I went to her bathroom
to look for a Klonopin.

And?

And I saw something
in one of her drawers.

Your mother's
missing wedding ring,

right where your brother
said it would be.

So?
I mean, it's mine.

My father gave it to me.

Well, that's funny,
because you told us

it was taken by whoever
killed and robbed him.

I already told you already--

she was home with me the night
that Charles was killed.

Have a seat now.

Detectives,

this the hoodie
you're looking for?

- It sure is.
- It was in the dryer.

It was just washed.

That's blood.

And you were supposed
to be the one

who didn't care
about the money, huh?

Please, you don't understand.

Victoria Beyer, you're
under arrest for the murder

of Charles Harper.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be used

against you in a court of law.

Do you understand?
- Hey, no, no, no, no, no.

Arraignment went well.

Bail was set a $2 million.

Hi.
Sorry, I didn't realize.

No, no, no, Sam, it's OK.
This is my brother, Thomas.

Nice to meet you.

Nolan told me about you.

I didn't mean to interrupt.
I'll be back.

No, no, no.
No need.

I was just going.

You know, he's actually
a lot of fun, deep down.

But he can be stubborn
to the point

where you begin to question
what kind

of person he really is.

Talk more soon.

Everything OK?

Yeah, yeah.

Was she able to post bail?
- Uh, yes.

She's rich enough
to post that kind of bail

but still has to murder
her father for money?

Can a person
really be that greedy?

I assume that was rhetorical.

Yeah, well, it's pretty clear
the defense's strategy

is gonna lean heavily
on her alibi.

Right, the husband claims
she was at home with him.

And he's sticking to it.

Unfortunately, her cell site
data backs up her story.

Well, that just means
that she's smart enough

to not bring her phone with her
when she commits murder.

The brother
is the one who pointed

detectives in her direction.

He can also establish
that Victoria was planning

on going to
their father's brownstone

on the night of the murder.

Sounds like a good witness.

On the day that
your father was murdered,

did you speak to your sister?

Yes.

She called me
in the late afternoon.

And what did you talk about?

A number of things.

She mostly just wanted
to check in on me.

Did she mention what
her plans were that evening?

I don't believe so.
No.

Isn't it true
that she told you

she was planning on going
to your father's brownstone

that night?

No.

Permission to treat this
witness as hostile, Your Honor.

So granted.

Your Honor,
I am handing Mr. Harper

what I am marking as people's
exhibit 1 for identification.

This is the statement
you gave detectives

two days after
your father's murder.

Do you recognize it?
- Yes.

And that is your signature
at the bottom.

Yes.

In this statement, you told
the police that Victoria

called you the day
of the murder and said

she was headed
to your father's home.

Right.
Uh--

So that conversation happened
a few days before,

not the day
that my dad was killed.

I got--I got turned around.

I--I was--
I was an emotional wreck.

My father
had just been murdered.

You told the detectives
that you suspected her

of being involved
because you saw

your mother's wedding ring
in her apartment,

the ring that she told police

must have been stolen
by your father's killer.

Well, she ended up
finding the ring

after she reported it missing.

It turned out that
our father had put the ring

into the family
safe deposit box.

You were in my office
last night

to prepare for your testimony.

You never once said
your statement was incorrect.

Well, after I got home,
I started going over

everything in my head,
and, you know, that's when

I realized that I, um--

well, I screwed up the date.

Victoria was devoted to Dad.

She spent a lot of time
with him,

but, no, I'm not aware
of her having any plans

to see him that night.

Is there any way to prove
Sean Harper's lying?

I tried.

I got permission
to cross-examine him,

but he held pretty firm.

So he's playing us.

He was planning this all along.

Otherwise, why even agree
to take the stand?

My guess
is his sister offered

to cut him an even bigger chunk
of the insurance money.

And everyone we've spoken to
goes on and on

about how Charles Harper
was kind and hardworking,

but somehow his children
turned out to be vipers.

Sometimes the apple actually
does fall far from the tree.

Apples.

The police never found
the murder weapon?

No.

But we do have
Victoria's sweatshirt

with the victim's blood on it
and the neighbor

who saw someone wearing
that same sweatshirt

fleeing the scene.

That hoodie is available
in every mall in America.

And your witness couldn't
even tell if the person

she saw was a man or a woman.

And the defense
will try to explain away

the blood and claim it got on
the hoodie some other time.

You need to find a way
to more concretely

put Victoria Beyer at
the crime scene that night.

Well, looks like it's
gonna be a long night.

Yep, let's pull everything
we got on Victoria Beyer

and Charles Harper.
- Nolan.

Hey. Thomas,
what are you doing here?

We need to talk.

Sorry, I promise I'm usually
not this much of a buzzkill.

- Oh.
- Well, I'll politely disagree.

I'm gonna go into
the conference room,

get started.
- OK, I'll be in, in a minute.

No rush.
It was nice to see you again.

You've been ignoring
my calls.

Um, no, I'm in the middle
of a trial right now.

Listen,
I spoke to the doctor.

Dad had another episode.

Yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah,
he did, but he's fine now.

Were you gonna tell me?

He's stable.
There's nothing to tell.

This is gonna keep
on happening, Nolan.

No, it's not
necessarily true.

They put him
on a new medication.

I think it's time to have
a conversation about--

Hold on.

This is why I didn't want
to tell you, all right?

'Cause you're already
blowing it out of proportion.

I'm asking you to think
about what is best for Dad.

- Excuse me?
- Nolan, don't do this.

- How dare you suggest--
- He's dying.

OK, you think
I don't care about Dad?

We need to figure out
right now--

- I don't have time for this.
- OK.

Of course not.
You're busy.

Dad is dying.

Whether or not you're
in the middle of a trial

doesn't matter.

OK.

We should, uh, go back over
the statements

that Victoria and her husband
gave the police.

Yeah, I did.
There are no discrepancies.

And, uh,
credit card statements,

cell phone location data,

there is nothing that indicates
she was anywhere else

other than at home
on the night of the murder.

Ah.

Whoa. You OK?

Yeah.

Well,
if we can't figure out

where she dumped
or hid the murder weapon,

we'll have to find--
thank you.

We'll have to find some way
to disprove her alibi.

Nolan, I don't mean to pry,
but are you sure you're OK?

Yeah, it's nothing.

My father
isn't doing very well.

I'm so sorry.

Um...

what's wrong with him?

At the end of the day,
he's old.

His body is shutting down.

And, uh, my brother,

he thinks
we should start hospice care.

But--

What does your father say?

He's not lucid enough to
fully understand the situation,

and I am
his health care proxy, so...

- It's a lot of responsibility.
- Yeah.

Thomas just...

He just sees things differently

or--or less optimistically, anyway.

And I get
where he's coming from.

It's hard.

Trips to the hospital,
the emergency phone calls

in the middle of the night,

but...

When you--
when you love someone,

you deal with the hard.

Well, I'm sorry you're
dealing with all this.

What?

The ring.

Sean Harper claimed
that Victoria found it

in the family's
safe deposit box

after she reported it missing.

Maybe we can prove
they're lying about that.

Let's see.

The safe deposit box
is in Manhattan Mutual Bank.

Hmm.

Looks like she did go there
the day after the murder,

so it's possible
she's telling the truth.

According to that, she was
at the bank at 9:14 a.m.

That's before she went to
the brownstone, called 911.

And so--

so she goes back
to the crime scene

to "discover"
her father's body,

but she stops here first.
Why?

I mean, what could she have
needed out of that box

that was so important?

Maybe she was
putting something in

rather than taking
something out.

Police didn't know about
the safe deposit box.

Well, it's a good place
to hide something.

Miss Kern,
police recovered the gun

that killed Charles Harper
from a safe deposit box

at the bank that you manage.

I assure you, no one at
the bank knew it was there.

We have a strict policy
against storing firearms.

The safe deposit box
belonged to Charles Harper.

Who else had access to it?

Victoria Beyer
and Sean Harper.

His children.

Did either of them
visit the box

after their father's murder?

According to our logs,
Victoria Beyer

accessed it on December 3rd.

The day after
Charles Harper was killed.

Has anyone visited
the box since?

No.

Meaning the defendant
is the only person

who could have put
the gun there.

Thank you.

No further questions.

We'll end there for the day.

Court will resume tomorrow
at 9:00 a.m.

I'd like to discuss a deal.

Of course you would,
but, um, we're good.

There's something
you need to know.

We are all ears.

It's OK.

Anything you say here
can't be used against you,

should the trial continue.

I was the one
who shot my father.

Oh, we know.

I'm pretty sure
the jury does, too.

No, you don't understand.

I did it because
he asked me to.

It turns out Charles Harper
had Pick's disease,

also known as
frontotemporal dementia.

We know this for a fact?

Defense provided
medical records

showing that he was diagnosed
a little over a year ago.

It's an aggressive form
of mental deterioration,

and it's fatal.

How are we just
finding out about this?

Harper hadn't told anyone.

It was only in
the early stages.

He wanted to hide it
as long as possible.

And according to Victoria,

he only told her a month
before the murder

when the symptoms
started getting worse.

Which explains why he went
from a frugal workaholic

to traveling the world.

He knew his time was limited.

It would also explain
how someone

as smart as Harper
could get scammed

out of his life savings.

According to Victoria,
that was the final straw.

He knew it was only
gonna get worse.

He didn't want
to go out like that,

so he asked her
to take his life.

This was an assisted suicide?

Well, if you believe
Victoria Beyer.

But it makes more sense than
her killing him for money.

I mean,
she and her husband have

a net worth of $50 million.
What's another 5?

She shot him
in the head, Sam.

And she staged it
to look like a burglary

so the insurance would pay out.

And even if you take her
at her word,

assisted suicide
isn't legal in New York.

Not yet.

The legislature is considering
a bill decriminalizing it.

It has a lot of support too.

Great, but that's still not--

If what
she's claiming is true,

we should consider pleading
her out to a lesser charge.

There is no way in hell
we offer a deal here.

Charles Harper was still
healthy enough

that no one even knew
he was sick.

He had years left to live.

But if he asked her
to do it, then--

But we don't have any proof
that he actually did.

And even if
she's telling the truth,

"he told me to" is not
a legal defense against murder.

You're right.
But the jury might not care.

All they're gonna see
is a dutiful daughter

trying to help her father
die with dignity.

I agree, which is why
I'm gonna file a motion

to prevent her
from even mentioning

the words "assisted suicide."

Nolan.

There's nothing
to discuss, Sam.

Even if you take Victoria
at her word,

it isn't assisted suicide.

She didn't humanely shoot up
her father with morphine.

She put a bullet
in the back of his head.

You are under a lot
of pressure right now, OK?

You have a lot going on.

Oh, no, no, no.

No, that has nothing
to do with this.

I'm fine.

If you'll excuse me,
I have a motion to draft.

We have the right to present

all relevant
circumstantial facts,

including that the victim
in this case

orchestrated his own death.

Now, even if that's true,
it's not a valid defense

and is therefore irrelevant.

Any mention of assisted suicide
or Harper's diagnosis

will just prejudice
and confuse the jury,

which is clearly the intent.

Assisted suicide
is a lesser charge

that the jury should have
the right to consider.

Technically,
the facts in this case

don't qualify
for assisted suicide

under New York Penal Code.

That's for the jury
to decide.

This situation sounds
like it might

best be worked out
with a plea deal.

Well, we tried that,
Your Honor,

but the prosecution
turned us down.

And that decision stands.

In that case, Mr. Price,
I agree with Mr. Banks.

It's up to the jury.

Your motion is denied.

Pick's disease is a form
of early onset dementia

that progresses very rapidly.

The time of symptoms
first presenting

to death in some cases

can be as short as five years.

- And is there any cure?
- No.

What are those symptoms,
Doctor?

In the beginning,
the patient experiences

momentary lapses of cognition.

But in the later stages,
it's a full shutdown

of brain function.

The patient becomes completely
unaware of who they are

and what is happening to them.

They lose all memory.

They forget how to eat,
how to walk,

go to the bathroom.

And when did you diagnose
Charles Harper

with the disease?

A little over a year ago.

At that time, he had already
been experiencing mild symptoms

for about eight months.

What was his condition
by the time of his death?

He came to see me
a few weeks before he died.

He reported that his episodes
had gotten more pronounced,

that it had progressed
beyond a point

that he was comfortable with.

Did he ask you
to help him commit suicide?

Yes.

What did you say?

I told him no.

Physician assisted suicide is
currently legal in ten states,

but New York isn't one of them.

I wish I could have helped,
but I wasn't willing

to risk losing my license.

Thank you.

Nothing further.

Dr. Lark, you stated that
the time between diagnosis

and death with Pick's disease
can be as little as five years.

What you didn't mention
is that it can also take

upwards of ten years, correct?

In some cases, yes.

And patients
can go for many years

before reaching the levels
of decline you described,

can't they?
- Absolutely.

You examined Charles Harper
a few weeks before his death.

He hadn't reached that tragic
end stage yet, correct?

Yes, that is correct.

And it could have been years
before he did.

Oh, one last thing--

You declined
to help Charles Harper

kill himself because legally,

that would be murder, correct?

Yes.

Thank you, nothing further.

My father was a true
American success story.

He didn't come from means,
but with hard work

and determination,
he built a successful company

from the ground up,

all while raising
me and my brother on his own

after our mother died.

Being smart
and accomplished,

strong,

it was his identity,

who he was as a person.

He refused to become
a lesser version of himself.

He wanted to end things
on his own terms

while he still had his dignity.

And you agreed with that?

Not at first,
and certainly not the way

that he wanted to do it.

At first, I didn't even think
that he was serious.

But then he showed me
the gun he bought.

So he's the one
who purchased the gun?

I was horrified.

He had it all planned out.

He begged me.
I had never seen him like that.

It broke my heart.

I know that
it's hard to understand,

but what I did
was an act of love.

No further questions.

You don't have
any evidence that proves

your father was the one
who bought the gun, do you?

No,
but I'm telling the truth.

So why use a gun at all?

If he wanted to kill himself,

there are a lot less
violent ways to do it.

He insisted.

He wanted it to be quick--

no suffering,
no struggle,

peaceful one moment
and then gone the next.

But then you staged it
to look like a burglary.

That was his idea too.

The insurance company
wouldn't pay out

if they knew it was a suicide.

So what you did
wasn't only murder,

it was also insurance fraud.

No, my father was humiliated
that his net worth

had declined so dramatically.

I tried to tell him
that it didn't matter,

but he wouldn't listen.

He was worried
about my brother.

Sean was trying
to start a new venture,

and he wanted to make sure
he left him some money.

It was very important to him.

Your father was going to be
an emotional

and financial liability.

Killing him
eliminated the problem

and replaced the loss with
$10 million in cold, hard cash.

That is not true.

- You did this for yourself.
- No.

This wasn't
an act of love at all.

It was an act of greed.
It was an act of selfishness.

The first five times
he asked me, I refused.

I couldn't bear
the thought of it.

But it wasn't about me

and what I could bear.

The person that I loved most
in the world was suffering.

It was only going to get worse,
and I could stop that.

If I didn't,
that would be selfish.

If he wanted
to end his suffering,

he could have done it himself,
but he didn't, did he?

You are the one
who pulled the trigger.

That's not suicide.

That's murder.

Nothing further.

Court is adjourned
for the day.

Trial will resume
tomorrow morning.

Oh, um, Sam, I'm sorry.

I have to--I have to go.

Your father
has developed dysphagia.

It's a common side effect
of the new medication.

OK.

Dysphagia,
what does that even mean?

His esophagus
has deteriorated.

He can no longer swallow food.

So what do we do?

Well, choice one is
we insert a feeding tube.

That could buy him
a few more months.

Choice two?

We manage his pain levels
over the next 24 to 36 hours,

make his passing
as comfortable as possible.

Um--what does installing

the feeding tube
entail exactly?

I'm sorry.

Doctor, can we have a moment?

Sure.

Seriously?

A feeding tube?

It's either that or we just
sit there and watch him die.

For God's sake.

Dad made me his proxy,
and I think

it is reasonable
to consider the option

that doesn't kill him.

It may be reasonable,
but it's cruel.

Look, there's nothing you can
say that's gonna change

his reality or ease his pain.

So you think we should
just give up on him

like we did with Christopher?

That's not fair.

Dad can't get out of bed.

He's barely coherent now.

He's gonna be fed
through a tube.

I understand
how you're feeling, Nolan,

but it's time
to let him go.

Do you have a second?

Nolan.

Everything OK?

Yeah.

Rough night.

I think you're right.

We should offer
Victoria Beyer a deal.

You have my blessing.

Reach out to the defense.

Out of curiosity...

What changed your mind?

It wasn't so much
a change of mind

as a change of heart.

You've reached
an agreement, Mr. Price?

We have.

The defendant has agreed
to plead guilty

to manslaughter
in the second degree.

The people recommend
a sentence of five years.

Miss Beyer, do you understand
the terms of this deal,

that you will be pleading
guilty to manslaughter

in the death of your father?

I do.

I acknowledge
what I did was wrong,

but I don't regret it.

I'm just grateful
that he's no longer in pain.

We got a meeting tomorrow
at the funeral home at 3:00.

OK, I'll be there.

You want to grab a bite,

or better yet, a martini?

I should get back
to the office.

Right.

Nolan.

We did the right thing.