All language subtitles for Law & Order (1990) - S10E21 - Narcosis (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 ImE)-21.eng

NARRATOR:
In the criminal justice system

the people are represented by two
separate yet equally important groups,

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Unbelievable. God,
you never learn.

Well, they were different.
They shaded. They omitted.

They lied.
Just like Robert lied.

Ugh, I forgot my hairdryer.

Uh-uh, I will
buy you a new one.

You're not going back
to his apartment.

I mean, he told me he hadn't
seen her in months, and...

Oh, my God.

Come on! I swear, everything
is gonna be okay.

No, it's not. Look.

(EXCLAIMS) Give me
your cell. Quick!

(CHATTER ON POLICE RADIO) You
recognize her from the neighborhood?

I live uptown.

You?

My boyfriend, my ex... Well,
I mean, not for sure...

Whatever.

Anyway, his place
is down the block,

but I've never seen her before.

You hear anything last night?

No. Sorry.

What's her story?
Not a pretty one.

Bruised face, bruised
neck, bruised knuckles.

What killed her?

Strangled, I think.
Too bad. Good-looking girl.

You find ID?

Nah. No purse, no wallet. But over
here we got the heel of her shoe.

Up here we got a piece of the
coat snagged on the gate.

Huh. She got tossed
around pretty good.

Yeah. Not that anybody
around here noticed.

All right, bag her hands
and roll her.

Death by strangulation sometime
between 4:00 and 5:00 a.m.

Lab found wool fibers
on her neck and coat.

Not from anything
she was wearing.

We ran her prints. One arrest
for disorderly conduct.

According to this file, her name's Lotus Blossom.
Can't be her real name.

How can you tell?

Rape?
No.

Scarring on her
fallopian tubes.

Past pelvic inflammatory
disease. Prostitute?

Stripper. Spent the night
in jail two years ago.

Got swept up in a raid at a
club called Lavish Buffet.

You call over there?

Nobody's seen her
since the bust.

No forwarding address,
no Social Security number.

And I don't suppose Lotus
Blossom's in the white pages.

Have LaMotte check
the topless bars.

He'll be thrilled.

And you get to check out the
address on the arrest file.

Lotus Blossom?
She Asian-American?

Yes. You know her?

Could be my daughter Lorraine.

Ever since she got into the
adult entertainment business,

she's had all kinds of names.
She live here?

I kicked her out
eight years ago.

Broke her mother's heart
her working in that business.

What's she done now?

This woman was
found murdered in the city.

Lorraine.

Had you heard from her lately?

No. How did...

It was strangulation.

(SIGHS)

BRISCOE: Do you know
where she was living?

Maybe a phone number?

She showed up about a year
ago when her mother died,

made a big deal about
paying for the funeral.

I haven't seen her since.

ED: Do you know
any of her friends?

I wouldn't know
any of her crowd.

Which funeral home
took care of your wife?

Park Lawn in Fort Lee.

Lorraine wasn't a bad kid.

I just don't get
what happened to her.

"One hundred percent
anti-allergenic."

Yeah. You wouldn't want granny
breaking out in a rash.

Haruki Shelby, interred
August last year.

Paid for by
her daughter Lorraine.

Credit card?

Cash.

She also took care
of the arrangements

for another deceased
three months ago.

Who?

May Sheng. A Chinese
girl, died of pneumonia.

We did a Buddhist cremation.

Any address
for Lorraine Shelby?

No. I'm sorry.

Who signed the death certificate
on the Chinese girl?

The girl came in. Both lungs
were filled with fluid,

she was running a fever of 105.

I called the ambulance, but she
was dead before they got here.

Anybody with her? A
woman brought her in.

Lorraine Shelby?
Yes.

You treat a lot
of Lorraine's friends here?

Why?

She was found dead the day before
yesterday six blocks from here.

(SIGHS) Dead as in murdered.

I can't say I'm surprised,
considering the business she was in.

Prostitution?
Yes.

Same as her friends.

ED: You ever make
house calls on Lorraine?

At my age?

Medical calls. We just need
to know where she lived.

Not far from here.

West 11th, 575-A,
second floor.

There it is. Short commute to work.
Nice.

Looks like she spent a lot of
time looking out the window.

ED: The show's in here.

Everything for
the accomplished ecdysiast.

Yeah. The rug's
been matted down.

Something was moved out of here recently.
A desk, maybe? Boxes?

No personal papers,
no address book.

Somebody's been
through here already.

Out of where? The apartment
above the massage parlor.

Somebody moving stuff out.

Yeah, Wednesday night. Nine-ish.

A couple of guys
took out some computers,

cardboard boxes,
put them in a van.

What kind of a van?
It was a white van,

and they took stuff out of
the massage parlor, too.

It's about time
they closed it down.

Did you get a look at these guys?
Not really.

What about a license
plate on the van?

No. Who cares?

The place is a whorehouse. This is a
residential neighborhood, you know?

Lot of people been trying
to close the place down.

A lot of people like who?

Hey, decent folks, you know.

We had to hound the cops just
to get them to raid the place.

When was this raid?

Couple of months ago,
and what good did it do?

The next day the place
was back in business.

Thanks.

Yeah, we sent an undercover,
but the girls made him.

My guys decided to bring them down to
the station anyway to check their IDs.

You let them go?
No choice.

Anyway, it's all shut down now.

You bring Lorraine Shelby in?

The alleged madam?

Apparently she ran things
from her place upstairs.

Since she wasn't in the rub room
itself, we couldn't touch her.

And since then?

We've been keeping up
a presence.

Any units sitting on the place
the day she was killed?

We don't have
the budget for 2417.

Lot of complaints
from a Derek Fedder.

Guy's got kids, lives
two doors from the place.

Maybe he got tired
of complaining.

I'm sorry she's dead. But if that's what
it took to close that sewer down...

Yeah, that's what it took.

So where were you early
Wednesday, say around 5:00 am.?

With my three-year-old
She was sick.

Uh-huh. Where
was your wife?

In Richmond,
visiting her parents.

You think I killed that woman?

Like you said, it's what it
took to close the place down.

(SCOFFS) You guys are nuts.

So, what, you just resigned yourself
to living next door to a whorehouse?

No.

I couldn't get rid of the hookers,
maybe I could get rid of the johns.

At least the ones
that drive up.

BRISCOE: And
how'd you do that?

Wait by their cars.

If they come out, I tell them
I got their plate numbers.

It do any good?

Not much.

ED: You ever
see a white van?

I've seen a lot of white vans.

You want their plates?

Okay. Thank you.

Starting with the vans
that showed up regularly,

we got one registered
to Happy Days Plumbing.

Plumbers. Babydoobeedoo
Diaper Service.

(LAUGHS) Serious?
Seriously.

And an expired registration on
Enchanting Imports, 9199 West Street.

Sounds promising.

NYPD. Anybody home?

Nobody's allowed in here.

Guess again.
Who're you?

Watchman. What're you watching?

Nothing.

What's in here?
Nothing.

Oh, I guess you won't mind
us taking a look at nothing.

ED: Aw, man!

Are people living in here?

I don't know. What about that one?
What's inside?

I don't know.

(WOMEN CHATTERING IN PANIC)

ED: Oh, man!

Do me a favor,
try to run! Cuff him!

OFFICER: This way, paisan!

All right, all right.
Come on, come on.

(CHATTERING IN CHINESE)

Some Chinese guy hired me. I get paid
every Friday, that's all I know.

You knew those women were
in that shipping container.

Yeah, the guy that
dropped them off

told me I should
take care of them.

The Chinese guy?

No, some white guy.
I don't know who he is.

He was here,
talking to Mr. Chang.

Then who's Chang?

He runs the place, I think.

Lent the white guy his van.

How can we get in touch with him?
You can't.

Right after he talked with that guy, he left for China.
Said he wouldn't be back.

(SIGHS) When did the white
guy drop these girls off?

Wednesday, late afternoon.

He was driving Mr. Chang's van, how
should I know anything was wrong?

Let's see.

A dozen women stuffed
into a shipping container

with a bucket
in the corner to pee in.

I swear, I didn't know anything was wrong!
I want a lawyer.

(DOOR OPENS)

Get anything?

Not from this moron.

Translator's here.

She paid $10,000 to a
smuggler in Hong Kong,

she was put in a container
with 15 other girls.

(SPEAKING CHINESE)

After two months at sea,

they started running out
of food and water

and couldn't breathe.

It took them three months
to get to New York.

Four girls died.

ED: What happened once
they got to New York?

(TRANSLATING INTO CHINESE)

They were forced
to work as prostitutes.

Does she know this woman?

(TRANSLATING INTO CHINESE)

Boss lady.

(SPEAKING CHINESE)

Oh, this woman told
the girls what to do.

Anybody else?

(TRANSLATING INTO CHINESE)

Yes. White man.
Eugene. Balding.

Every week he came by
to pick up the receipts.

Was he there the night
the boss lady got killed?

(TRANSLATING INTO CHINESE)

She doesn't know.

Was there any bad blood between
Eugene and the boss lady?

(TRANSLATING INTO CHINESE)

No.

(SPEAKING CHINESE)

Last week, your victim
and another man

had a knock-down
drag-out

with a white man.

Mustache. They were
yelling in English.

Does she know the man's name?

(TRANSLATING INTO CHINESE)

Sorry.

(SPEAKING CHINESE)

She wants to know what's gonna
happen to her and the others.

They'll be turned over to the INS.
After that...

(TRANSLATING INTO CHINESE)

ED: Parent company of the massage
parlor is called Asian Novelties,

shipping warehouse is leased
by Enchanting Imports.

They related?

Who knows? They're both a
tangle of DBA's, LLC's.

Immigration pick up the women?

INS and a Vice team
searched the massage parlor.

Fourteen cubicles and a back
room where the women slept.

All in one room?

Wall to wall mattresses.

They find a clue who Eugene is?

'Cause I'd really like
to nail this bastard.

VAN BUREN: He's not listed?

No corporate officers listed.

Some lawyer prepared these and
filed them, find out who.

Yeah. Yeah,
I filed these papers.

Asian Novelties.
Who for?

A client.

Yeah. Guy named Eugene?

Assuming you've heard
of attorney-client privilege.

This is a shipping container, 15
women lived in it for three months.

BRISCOE: A slow boat
from China.

Look...

ED: See those buckets there?
That was their bathroom.

They were told
they'd be seamstresses.

Your client made them
work as prostitutes.

Look, I swear, I didn't know.

Now you know.

I just prepared and filed
the corporate documents.

That's the only job
lever did for him.

Eugene Miller.

All right, everybody up.
Let's go.

OFFICER: Come on.
Get out of here.

Eugene Miller?
Yeah.

You're under arrest for kidnapping
and false imprisonment.

Anything else, Lennie? Yeah,
pimping and pandering.

What the hell? Your lawyer
can explain it all to you.

Meantime, you have
the right to remain silent.

Anything you do say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

I don't know
any Lorraine Shelby.

Don't even try it.

Come on, Ed, let's just
give him to the Feds,

they've got enough
to put him down for life.

Hey. Hey, what, you sleaze-bag?

You want him
to cooperate or not?

Show us what it looks like.

I don't know
who killed her, okay?

I heard about it on the news,

I just went and got
stuff out, that's all.

What stuff?
Files and equipment.

Why?
'Cause they're mine.

Yours? They were
in her apartment.

They're her files.
Where are they?

You have no probable cause
to poke around in his files.

I've got plenty. I've got
15 girls in a container.

Your client removed evidence from
the murder victim's apartment.

The night watchman at your
warehouse already ID'd you.

Chang leased that, not me.

Far as I know, those girls
are independent contractors.

You're joking.
COUNSELOR: He already told you

he knows nothing
about the murder.

Okay. Where were you Wednesday
morning, say 4:00 or 5:00?

I was going over the books at my other
massage parlor, the one you found me at.

ED: Anybody with you?
My accountant.

You got an accountant
who works at 4:00 am.?

It's not a 9-to-5
business, okay?

Jay Kogen.
You want his number?

Good. You'll check his alibi.

Now about the other charges...

You got a lost cause,
Counselor.

His trip's already booked.
It can go easy or hard.

You cooperate or you don't.

The stuff's in unit 64
at U-Store-It in Soho.

I deserve some consideration
here, I'm cooperating.

You force women to have sex

with every loser that walks in
with $20 in his sweaty hands.

What's the difference
between you and a rapist?

Put a leash
on this guy, all right?

Yeah, we gave up. He keeps
chewing through them.

Miller's alibi checked out,
so he's not our murderer.

Four girls are dead because
of his smuggling deal.

Federal jurisdiction.

What're they gonna do,
slap him on the wrist

because his girls
didn't have green cards?

Well, at least we got him
on state kidnapping.

What'd you find
at his storage unit?

Well, some video equipment,
file cabinets

and 17 boxes of video tapes.

Dirty movies?
See for yourself.

VAN BUREN: Eugene Miller didn't
tell you about the hidden cameras?

We went back to Rikers
and asked him.

He said he didn't
know about it.

You watched all these tapes?

We fast-forwarded through some of them.
They were all the same.

Well, one of
the Chinese women told you

Lorraine Shelby had an
argument with a mustached man.

Yeah, if he was one of the customers,
he's probably on the tapes.

Well, get her back in here,
see if she can find him.

This one says "insurance."

This must be the raid
from two months ago.

That one there. Wasn't he
the guy getting the hummer?

BRISCOE: Guy's got
some explaining to do.

(SPEAKING CHINESE)

The older man,
the one on the right,

is the one who had
the fight with the victim.

That guy's a cop.
Is she sure?

(TRANSLATING INTO CHINESE)

That's him.

The cop who got the lube job
was setting up the bust.

ED: He's looking for
the marked bill he used.

Doesn't look like
he's finding it.

You can't find it, plant it.

The story we got from your lieutenant
was your partner went in undercover

and the girls figured
him for a cop.

Yeah.

So what happened, you lie to
your lieutenant or he lie to us?

Watch who you call a liar.

Yeah, okay, here's your
partner with his pants down.

And, oh, here he is
getting serviced.

So when exactly did they
figure out he was a cop, huh?

How many cops in your precinct
knew about this, Renato?

I want a PBA lawyer.

Oh, this is just
a friendly chat.

You'd rather have it
with Internal Affairs?

Oh, here's your partner looking
for the marked bill he used.

He doesn't find it, does he?

Yeah. Here's you donating one.

No lawyer, I'm a clam.

Interesting choice of words.

So what happened, Lotus Blossom
tell you she had you on tape?

One of you taking
advantage of the services

while the other one
phonies up evidence?

What'd you fight
with her about?

Why'd you kill her?

Guess I'll be looking
for a new career.

I guess so.

Want to help yourself?

Neighbors kept complaining.

They sent me in undercover
with a marked bill.

When we raided the place,
we couldn't find it.

So your partner planted one?

We were frustrated, okay?
We wanted to shut her down.

So why didn't you?
You had your marked bill.

After we took the girls in,
Lotus Blossom told me and Tony

she had us on tape
planting the bill.

So you let it drop.
Sure we did.

The girls hadn't
been booked yet.

We just told Lieutenant
Wreston we made a mistake.

He believed you?
Yeah.

Tony's good at blowing smoke.

Your partner had a big fight with
Lorraine Shelby a week before she died.

She had us rousting drunks out of her
place, you know, watching over her.

Renato had enough. He wanted the
tapes, she laughed in his face.

Well, that's pretty
naive of him.

He's two years
from his pension.

He was worried
it was gonna get out.

Worried enough to kill her?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Okay, man? We were just
trying to make a bust.

How widespread's
the corruption?

IAB thinks it's just the five
cops who raided the place.

Did Detective Renato
kill Ms. Shelby?

The victim had him in a bind.

She was demanding protection,
he got tired of giving it.

His partner says Renato was
afraid of losing his pension.

A motive. Any witnesses?

Not that the cops have found.

Evidence?
Not yet.

Want to make it
three for three?

We don't know
about opportunity.

He's not feeling cooperative
enough to give us an alibi.

ADAM: What've you
charged him with?

Obstruction of justice for now.

Worried about his pension?

Explain to him that's
the least of his problems.

(SIGHS) I was at home
with my wife and my kids.

He lives in Hauppauge, hour and
a half drive from the city.

Anybody else in Hauppauge see you
besides your wife and your kids?

I got off the expressway,
exit 37,

got gas at a Shell station
about 5:00, 5:15.

Pay with a credit card?

Yeah, and the attendant
knows me.

We'll check it. What'd you
argue with Ms. Shelby about?

COUNSELOR: Let's hear
the deal first.

Probation on
the obstruction charge.

His job and pension
aren't up to me.

Not good enough, you've got a
murder charge in your back pocket.

Convince me he didn't do it.

I didn't do it.

The argument?

I had enough, I wanted out.

What exactly did
you do for her?

(SCOFFS) Protection.

Her line of work attracts
a lot of weirdoes.

Any weirdo in particular?

She had this one guy that she was
chatting up on the Internet.

She had a sideline. Talking dirty to
guys online for a couple bucks a minute.

This one guy spooked her.

She asked me to check him out.
Did you?

I wouldn't know how.

She talks to me about e-mail
and chats and screen names.

How the hell am I supposed
to know about that crap?

What name did this weirdo
use on the computer?

Hotrod.

Hotrod.

No e-mails from Hotrod.
No saved e-mails at all.

But she does have lots of
saved chat files with him.

Pull them up.

"Bounce them for me,
baby. No, go faster."

BRISCOE: This hump was
watching her do it?

Check the settings
for a T-3 line.

Yeah.
Catch me up.

ED: She was running
a live-camera website.

You type in your request, watch
the action on the monitor

and then charge it
to your credit card.

Print the chats from Hotrod.

And we're gonna need his user profile
and his credit card information.

No can do. Your girl
used a host company.

A host company?

Yeah, they run
the site for you.

Takes customer information,
handles billing.

I doubt they can match
the credit card user

to the name he made up
for the chat room.

Great, a dead end.

No, not a dead end,
just a lot more work.

Hotrod says he's 38, rich, drives
a Porsche, and he's well-endowed.

And he couldn't
get a real date?

At first, he's just telling her
what he wants to see her do.

That goes on for
about six weeks.

Then he wanted her
to meet him somewhere.

She strung him along without saying
yes, and he started threatening her.

"Don't say you
love me, you slut,

"if you loved me,
you'd meet me.

"You're just
using me." Duh.

"If I have to come after you,
it'll be to kill you."

Gets worse as it goes along.

I don't get why
she didn't block him out.

$2.99 a minute.

Got the credit card user
profiles from the host company,

and times everybody
was logged on.

Let's match them up.

BRISCOE: Okay,
March 17, 3:16 a.m.,

Hotrod was chatting
with the victim.

Don't these people ever sleep?

Wait a minute. I've got two people
logged onto that site at that time.

Yeah, lollipop@tbl.com

and plantman@jointaccess.com.

That's the second time
Hotrod was chatting with her

at the same time Plantman's
credit card was being used.

So we've found Hotrod?
Maybe.

Plantman first registered with
the host company in March.

Hotrod was accessing
the website before then.

Too bad Renato's
alibi checks out.

You know, if this is
the future of police work,

I'm gonna start thinking
about retirement.

More coffee?

So who's Plantman?

Um...

Lance Vernon, used
his City Mutual card.

Four grand in one week telling a
stripper how to take her clothes off.

You guys are such suckers.

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

A porno website. $4000
charged to your credit card.

What? When?

Three weeks ago.
Oh, my God.

Where were you March 23,
about 5:00 a.m.?

What the hell's going on?

Where were you,
Mr. Vernon?

I was in Nova Scotia
looking at trees.

Look, I gotta go and call
my credit card company.

Does anyone else have
access to your card? No!

Do you use it a lot?

It's my back-up card, I've
only ever used it once. Damn.

All my friends have been
telling me to shop online.

It's great, don't worry about security.
I'm such an idiot.

Okay. Where'd you use it?

I bought a book. One lousy
book from oldbookworms.com.

FLETCHER: Eight weeks ago,
our firewall was breached.

This hacker calls
himself Leapfrog.

He stole our customer files.

How do you know?

He e-mailed
them back to us

with a demand for a quarter million
dollars, or he'd sell them on the web.

Did you call the police?

Yeah, we're coordinating
with them,

we're trying to track
the guy through phone lines.

He must be leaving footprints.

He's pirating other people's
e-mail addresses.

Go to the last page
of that file.

That came in this morning.

We have till 10:00 a.m.
tomorrow to wire the money

to Direct Money Express
under the name Chris Roberts.

Which Direct Money Express
office?

Doesn't matter. I mean,
he could go into any office.

There's 96 in Manhattan alone,

he could be in Bangkok
for all we know.

Well, I'm looking at him for a
murder in Soho, Mr. Fletcher,

so let's take a flyer
he's local.

He says he'll call you tonight
at midnight for your answer.

Gives us time to put
a tracer on the call.

There's no point. He said he'd
know immediately if we did that,

he'd publish the numbers
all over the Internet.

We can't take that risk.

Okay. Tell him the money
will be there tomorrow.

But we can't... Lie to him.
We'll take it from there.

I've been waiting
for 20 minutes.

I'm sorry, miss, the system's
overloaded, it should be back up soon.

Hey, wait your turn.
I don't think so.

We thought we'd
leapfrog over you.

I'm not in the mood to do much of
anything for her, Mr. Watkins.

We've got her
dead on extortion.

I wasn't really gonna
do anything, I swear.

I just wanted to show them they
need to tighten their security.

Someone has been using at least one
of the credit card numbers you stole.

If it wasn't you, who was it?

I'm still not hearing
an incentive to cooperate.

Theft, blackmail, extortion.

Whoever used
that card is a murderer.

Well, I didn't use it.

I sold some of them.
CARMICHAEL: Who to?

I don't know. Lance Vernon.
Plantman.

Who did you sell
his credit card number to?

Some guy, I don't
remember his name.

He sent me a money order, I
faxed him a credit card number.

You still have his fax?

Yeah. Sure.

ED: Excuse me.

Is Kevin Malone here?

Why do you ask? We
need to talk to him.

Kevin. What's this about?

What's going on, Mom?
BRISCOE: You Hotrod?

(EXCLAIMS) Let go of me!

Shut up, all right?
You're not rich,

you're not 38,
and that's not a Porsche.

I bet if we check under the
hood, you'll be 0 for 4.

What's going on? What are
you doing to my son?

He's under arrest for the
murder of Lorraine Shelby.

Lotus Blossom to her
close virtual friends.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be held
against you in a court of law...

You don't have a shred of evidence
my client killed this woman.

JACK: He threatened her, graphically and repeatedly.
And he knew where to find her.

Because she gave him the
address of the massage parlor

and told him to
"come on down, big boy."

It's not the behavior
of a threatened woman.

She knew they were playing
a game. Where's the crime?

Using a stolen credit card,
making threats...

COUNSELOR: So why are you holding
him on suspicion of murder?

He was home that morning.

I pulled him out of bed myself.

I'll pay restitution
on the credit card he used,

and we'll redirect
his energies.

He's not a killer.
My son's a decent boy.

This is your decent boy.

"I want you so bad all the time.
I'm so hard for you."

That's private!

COUNSELOR: They're just
words, Ms. Carmichael.

"I have to have you."
Repeated for a full page.

A month later he says,
"I'm going to have you.

"I want you on your hands
and knees." Stop it!

"You'll see me
or I'll kill you."

My client was merely exercising a
vivid imagination in cyberspace.

A jury will see these
for what they are.

Vile threats against a woman who
was then brutally murdered.

By your client.

Virtual threats, Mr. McCoy,
made in virtual reality.

Against a woman who is now
more than virtually dead.

Motion in limine.

No jury ever sees
those chat logs.

JACK: If Kevin Malone had
delivered his threats by US mail,

they'd be part of the People's
evidence, no questions asked.

COUNSELOR: But they weren't delivered,
not in any meaningful sense of the word.

These were lines in a nasty
little theater piece

with Kevin and Ms. Shelby
in the starring roles.

Counsel wants this court to see these
words as mere masturbatory fantasy.

COUNSELOR: They're
less than that.

Desires lived out at the moment in
some place that isn't even a place.

I've read the transcripts
of the chats.

How do I know they're anything more than
defendant's flights of sexual fancy?

Isn't that a question of fact
for the jury, Judge?

It's a complex problem,
Ms. Carmichael,

open to more than
one interpretation.

Your Honor, Kevin Malone
stated his intent,

"See me or I'll kill you," page after
page and then he followed through.

A jury is entitled
to hear these threats.

My client also wrote
that he's 38 and rich.

It's all role-playing,
Your Honor.

She was worried enough
to ask for help.

Her paranoia has nothing to do
with my client's intent.

I tend to agree.

Removed from their context, these
transcripts are too prejudicial.

They're out.

If you'll excuse me,
I'm due in court.

Without those chats, we can't
connect Kevin Malone to the murder.

We'll just have to find some other route.
Talk to his friends.

I can't believe Kevin killed anybody.
He's just so not the type.

You talk to him a lot lately?

Not so much. He's been
hanging out at home mostly.

He tell you about this girl
he was chatting with? No.

Maybe he was spending way too
much time online, but so what?

So he had a problem.

Yeah, I guess.

He fell off
the face of the earth.

Stopped playing sports,
stopped going to parties.

Really bummed me out to see
what was happening to him.

I think it bummed
his dad out, too.

Mr. Malone knew
what Kevin was doing?

I don't know,
but he called me up

asked me to set Kevin up with
one of my sister's friends.

You know, get him
out of the house.

And what happened?
Nothing.

Kevin said he couldn't
afford to take anybody out.

Did he say why?

He said he had major bills to pay
or his dad was gonna kill him.

Kevin Malone had been going
online with Ms. Shelby

for a little over three months.

First month, a $368 charge on one
of his father's credit cards.

$2.99 a minute,
a little over two hours.

Hardly excessive.

Month two, triple it.

Six hours in a month?
Still far from being obsessed.

Month three, close to $50,000.

He maxed out six
of his parents' cards.

What does that come to?
Ten hours a day.

That rings the bell.

I haven't met the kid face to face,
but I'd say he's an Internet addict.

Everything's an addiction now.

His grades go down,

he's stepping back
from his friends,

and he's hunched over a
keyboard ten hours a day.

What do you call it?
Stupid.

Internet addiction is as devastating
as alcoholism or compulsive gambling.

Divorce rate's up
because of it,

it's causing a host
of physical ailments.

Like what? Backache, eye strain,

all the problems attendant
on sleep deprivation.

It's not an excuse for murder.

Yeah, that's what they said about
Twinkies until a jury bought it.

So what am I up against?

Standard addiction defense,

compulsive behavior,
loss of judgment,

plus, in this case, confusion
between fantasy and reality.

(LAUGHS) You might as well say,

"Playboy made me do it."
It's ridiculous.

With magazines you have fantasies.
This kid was having sex.

No more real than
a Playboy-induced daydream.

Daydreams are solitary. This was two
real people having virtual sex.

This is interesting.

Letters between Mr. Malone and his
various credit card companies.

First he wants them to disallow
the charges his son made

and then he asks for the name of
the woman who got the fifty grand.

Say what he was planning
to do with the information?

Wanted to talk to her,
get his money back.

Then he threatens to sue them
if they don't tell him.

Did they?

"Please be advised we've forwarded
your letters to our legal department.

"If you wish to pursue
your stated course of action,

"please address all
further correspondence," etc.

What's the date
of the last letter?

Eight days before the murder.

He could've found the address of the
massage parlor on his son's computer.

We didn't ask him where he was
at the time of the killing.

No point in asking him.

You know that Kevin
had the address

of Ms. Shelby's business
because she gave it to him?

She tried to lure
him into that...

Where she worked.

He's just a boy.

She didn't know
that, Mrs. Malone.

To her he was a 38-year-old
stud with a wad of money.

When did you
and your husband find out

that Kevin had
the address in the computer?

A few days before she...

Please, don't you understand
what that woman was?

What she did to my son?

What about what he did to her?

I told you, Kevin was at home.

Ms. Shelby was killed at 5:00 a.m.
You were awake that early?

No, but I was at 6:00,
and I woke Kevin at 6:15.

Could he have just
sneaked back into bed?

(SIGHS) He was
out to the world.

Can your husband
corroborate that?

He may have looked in on Kevin
before he left, he usually does.

What time was that?
I'm not sure.

So he wasn't there
when you got up?

No, he went to work
early that day.

(STAMMERS) He wanted to
beat traffic into the city.

One other person from his office
was in early that morning.

She says she didn't
see Malone there.

Did you ask Mr. Malone about it?
He won't talk to us.

The police searched the
house again this morning

with a warrant specifying
Mr. Malone's clothes.

(PHONE RINGING)

Schiff here.

Detective Briscoe.

Lennie.

Okay, thanks.

They found a pair of
Mr. Malone's wool gloves, torn,

same color as the fibers
found at the scene.

They match?
Lab says yes.

ED: We asked Mr. Malone where he
was at the time of the murder,

he said he was in the city,
working at his office.

Did you check his alibi?

Yes. We spoke to a co-worker who was in
the office at 5:00 a.m. that morning.

She told us
she didn't see Mr. Malone.

Did you subsequently ask Mr. Malone
to account for the discrepancy?

He said he was there,
that his door was closed.

But we checked with
building security.

They hadn't seen him either.

And his entry key card hadn't been used
in the elevators or the office suite.

Thank you, Detective.

Did you talk to anyone who saw
Mr. Malone at all that morning?

Yes. A waitress
at a coffee shop in Queens.

She said he got
a cup of coffee to go.

She could remember a casual
customer from two months before

but she couldn't say
if he was wearing gloves?

That's what she said.

Anyone else?

Maybe someone who put Mr. Malone
closer to the crime scene than Queens?

There were no witnesses
on the street

at the crime scene
at the time of the murder.

That wasn't
my question, Detective.

No one we found saw
the defendant again

until 9:00 a.m. that day
at his office.

In investigating this crime,
did you find that the victim

had been arrested
on any occasion?

Yes, a raid at a strip club.

Objection. Relevance.

The victim's character is
often relevant, Mr. McCoy.

I'll allow it.

Did you find
she was a prostitute?

Yes.

Did you find that she was
enslaving other women

and forcing them to
perform sex acts with men?

Yes.

Did you learn what percentage

of the other women's earnings
Ms. Shelby confiscated?

ED: Eighty percent
to the house.

Eighty percent.

Was there a standard charge
for, say, oral sex?

$20.

So $4 out of every 20 went to the women
who were forced to do the real work.

Did they get to keep the $4?

They said Ms. Shelby charged
half for room and board.

And were they allowed to
seek other accommodations?

Not according to
what they told us.

Thank you, that's all.

So he smeared the victim,
what else is new?

"My client didn't do it, but
the victim deserved to die."

And by the time Clayborn was
finished, the jury thought so, too.

Who is the first defense witness?
Mrs. Malone.

Mrs. Malone? She can't violate spousal
privilege, what's her contribution?

Probably broken hearts
and violins.

Oh, cut her some slack, her
whole family's been destroyed

by a tidal wave of hardcore
smut crashing into her home.

It's not illegal.
First amendment, Abbie.

Oh, I seem to remember something
about "socially redeeming value."

There's nothing
redeemable about murder.

MRS. MALONE:
We tried so hard,

we even found
Kevin a therapist.

He wouldn't go.
CLAYBORN: Why not?

He said it wasn't
anybody's business but his.

How would you describe your
son's obsession, Mrs. Malone?

It was like an addiction.

Nothing else mattered to him.

When the police
arrested your son,

did you believe he might have
killed Ms. Shelby?

Of course not.

And when the police came back
again and arrested your husband,

did you think it was
possible he killed her?

Not remotely.

How many enemies
must that woman have had?

Thank you.

Can you shed any light
on who killed Ms. Shelby?

No.

Can you give your husband an alibi
for the time of the murder?

No.

Did Mr. Clayborn tell you why
he wanted you to testify?

Objection, relevance.

This witness knows nothing
about the crime, Your Honor.

Her testimony is
clearly intended

to tug at the heartstrings
of the jury, it's prejudicial.

I ask that it be stricken
in its entirety.

JUDGE: I'll consider it. You have any
further questions for the witness?

Anything I ask her, she'll
just turn it into a sob story.

I take it that's a no.

Witness may stand down.

Did you know where
to find Ms. Shelby?

I tried to find out, but the credit
card companies wouldn't tell me,

said they only had
a corporation name.

Did you try to track down
the corporation's address?

It was a PO box.

Did you take any other
steps to find Ms. Shelby?

I didn't know how.

If you had found her,
what were you planning to do?

I was going to beg her
to leave Kevin alone. Just...

Leave my son alone.

Sir.

Did you kill Lorraine Shelby?

No.
Thank you.

The police testified
Ms. Shelby's business address

was on your son's
computer, Mr. Malone.

I didn't know that.

JACK: Did your wife know?
Objection.

Mr. McCoy didn't ask
Mrs. Malone about this

because he knew it was covered
by spousal privilege,

he can't get it in
with an end run.

JUDGE: Sustained.
Move on, Mr. McCoy.

You said you just wanted
to talk to Ms. Shelby,

to ask her politely to leave
Kevin alone, is that right?

Yes.

Your son had put upwards
of $50,000 in her pocket.

What in the world made you think that she
would agree to stop seeing him online?

I wasn't thinking straight,
I just wanted it to stop.

I thought if
I talked to her I...

Why not talk
to your son instead?

He was right there, wasn't he?

You didn't have to
track him down, did you?

I did talk to him, I took
away his modem, his cables,

I had his phone line
disconnected, he couldn't stop.

Without a modem and cables and a
phone line, he still kept going?

He bought a new modem,
new cables,

he tapped into our phone line.

Did you ever take away
the whole computer?

Yes, and he borrowed a laptop.

I did everything
I could, Mr. McCoy,

but I couldn't watch him 24 hours a day.
It was her fault.

She destroyed my son and
who knows how many others.

She deserved what she got.

And that was
your decision to make?

(STAMMERS) I...

Didn't say that, but don't ask
me to be sorry she's dead.

If you didn't kill her,

then can you explain how fibers from your
gloves were found on the victim's body?

I can only guess the
police lab made a mistake.

Isn't it you that made
a mistake, Mr. Malone,

when you accosted
the victim and struck her

and strangled her
until she was dead?

Isn't that why you're here?

Objection. Asked
and answered on direct.

I have nothing further.

Thank you.

Counsel, the jury's asking permission
to consider a lesser charge.

How much less?
JUDGE: Man two.

The defense has
no objection, Your Honor.

Mr. McCoy?

The standard for man two
is recklessness.

How does that apply
to deliberate strangulation?

I'm inclined to agree
with you, Mr. McCoy.

How do you feel about man one?

I don't think any manslaughter
option is appropriate.

The victim didn't
die by mistake,

this murder was
clearly intentional.

The jury clearly disagrees with
the severity of the charge.

Because the defense
bent over backwards

to stir up sympathy
for a cold-blooded killer!

They should have sympathy
for a greedy hooker?

That's enough.

Tell the jury
they can consider man one.

Your Honor, you're allowing a
compromise verdict, that's not...

Sit down, Mr. McCoy.

You might as well let them nullify.
Sit down.

It's now a guaranteed man one
conviction and Malone knows that.

Six to twelve on
an intentional murder.

Well, it happens sometimes
when your victim is

sleazier than your defendant,
you know that.

Crime starts
somewhere in China,

ends up destroying
a family in New York.

Not to mention ruining the lives
of dozens of Chinese women.

What's the INS doing with them?

Detained, pending the outcome
of deportation proceedings.

They've applied for asylum.

Welcome to the global village.