All language subtitles for Law & Order (1990) - S03E13 - Night and Fog (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 ImE)-13.eng

In the criminal
justice system,

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

The police
who investigate crime,

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

I hope I did
the right thing calling you.

I don't want to make
any trouble for anybody.

You tried knockir
on their door?

I banged on the floor
with my foot

but they don't care
what time it is.

You see? For two hours,
it's been going on like this,

right under my bedroom.

Knock louder.
They're old people.

Mr. And Mrs. Steinmetz?
It's the police.

Probably dozed off to Leno.

Well, I need my sleep.

I'm getting a root canal
at 8:00.

Mr. Steinmetz?

Nobody can see you up here.

You sure?

Course I'm sure.

You stay put.

Then why'd you do it?

I brought you up here
for a reason.

I don't get it.

I don't see why you
wanted us to bring her

Joey, over here.

...all the way
into town here.

And I couldn't drive out
to the motel.

So, midnight, that's when
Mr. Steinmetz went out?

He opened the door
for me downstairs.

He always goes out walking.

Ursula said
it's because of the war.

He can't sleep.

Both of them,
they're Holocaust survivors.

So, besides the TV,

did you hear anything else
from their apartment?

Like, uh, shouts,
signs of a struggle?

No. I took a bath
and I went to bed.

Every night,
they have the TV on,

but never for
more than an hour.

Oh. Thanks, Mrs. Franzel.

If we need any more,
we'll call you.

Dying alone, it's a tragedy.

$18 in the wallet,

diamond ring on the nightstand,

nobody touched the silverware.

Old lady with MS.

She's been dead three,
maybe four hours.

These might have had
somethir to do with it.

Two months' supply of
lullabies, half of them gone.

Dalmane, 30 milligrams,
prescribed to David Steinmetz.

Filled four days ago.

Too old to live.

Yeah, but too scared to die.

Sleeping pills supposed
to do that to your face?

Fall out of bed
and break your nose, they do.

Please, I want to see her.

Please.

Ursula.

David Steinmetz?

Yes.

Could we talk?

I must call Mara, my daughter,
to tell her I did this.

My Ursula, I killed her.

I killed the woman I love.

She was 70.
She couldn't walk.

She was losing her sight.

She could hardly work
in the store.

She was tired
of being an old woman.

Well, she had her grandkids,
she had you.

What could I say?

She had to live in
that body, not me.

All the time now,
Ursula, she was in pain.

She begged me to help her.

So you filled the prescription?

Yes. And I brought her
the glass of water,

and I helped her
take the pills.

What time was this?

I, uh,
I don't remember. Late.

She fell asleep.

I couldn't watch her die.
I left.

My daughter Mara.
I must talk to her.

Well, we'll, uh... We'll call
her as soon as you're done.

Mr. Steinmetz, did your wife

discuss this with anybody else?

No, it was
between Ursula and me.

Did she leave
anything behind?

You know, maybe a letter?

We didn't think...

This won't take
much longer, sir.

Well, uh, he didn't exactly
pull the trigger.

But he held the gun.

Man two, assisted suicide.

Come on. You really
gonna run with this?

The guy's 70 years old.

It's not like he whacked her
for the insurance money.

Maybe he did.

With no note from her,
all we have is his word.

Well, we're gonna
talk to the daughter.

In the meantime, we charge him.

Maybe she was depressed
the past few weeks,

but physically,
she was the same

she's always been
for the past couple of years.

Your father said
she was getting worse.

I didn't know
how bad things were.

And she gave no sign? No...

Nothing that could be
like a last goodbye?

She was looking forward
to Jared's bar mitzvah.

After 12 years of social work,

you'd think I'd be smart enough

to, uh, pick up on the signals.

What about from your father?

Dad's a rock.

It must've torn him apart,

but he didn't let
anything show.

He knew what it was like
for her

after all she's been through.

The camps.

When I was growing up,

my mother would wake up
screaming every night.

I thought every parent
had a tattoo on his arm.

Okay, thank you.

We talked to the doctor

and Steinmetz is an insomniac.

The doctor's been givir him
Dalmane for 10 years.

Two months at a time?

I mean, this guy didn't
get his MD yesterday.

He must have known
what was in the works.

Or he was saving
a trusted patient

a few trips to the pharmacy.

State Board may slap his
wrist, but we can't touch him.

Well, we're just left with

Steinmetz's version of history.

What, the guy
writes with an eraser?

According to the daughter,

the old lady was planning
her grandsors bar mitzvah.

Now I hear
that's a pretty big deal.

Hey, some people would
take the bus from Chicago.

Me, I'd just send a check.

Lennie, my guess is
the lady would stick around.

Maybe she got tired
of being an invalid.

And maybe he got
tired of livir with one.

My mother'd get the flu,
my old man would go nutty.

Okay, say he killed her,

how'd he get the pills
in her stomach?

I doubt he told her
they were breath mints.

Keep it simple.
Assisted suicide.

I'll talk to Ben.

Read the paper, Ben,

it'll give you
a sense of proportion.

He confessed to the murder.

Mob hit is a murder.

Baby left in a dumpster
is a murder.

This, a jury will see
as an act of love.

And a C felony. We dismiss,

next week, a dozen merll claim

they helped their wives
commit suicide with a. 38.

And you'll be there
to convince a jury otherwise.

I didn't write
the statutes, Adam.

Yeah, mercy has more shadings

than can be grasped
by a state assembly.

Steinmetz isn't counting
on our goodwill, either.

He's hired Gary Lowenthal.

Plead the poor bastard out.

You want to put
a 70-year-old man in prison?

What is it, Ben, payback time
for father figures?

I am bound by the laws of
the State of New York, Gary.

Mr. Stone,
I've already lost my mother.

L... I don't want to
lose my father as well.

Can you see your way
past those laws?

I can't see my way
past a confession.

There I can help.

I'm moving to
suppress the confession.

My client was denied
his right to counsel.

He asked to see his daughter.

The police refused
until they had his statement.

She's a lawyer?

She's a social worker.

Gary,

I've turned the other cheek
as far as I could on this.

Mrs. Steinmetz, no matter what
her age or her condition,

had a right
to expect her husband

to enance her life,
not to help her end it.

That's your opinion.
I prefer a judge's.

In Fare v. Michael C.,
a California court held

that asking for
your probation officer

is equivalent to
asking for a lawyer.

And the Supreme
Court overturned.

What Rehnquist takes away,

the State can give back
to a defendant.

Uh, Your Honor, even if we
were to give to social workers

the same standing we give
lawyers or probation officers,

Mr. Steinmetz's relationship
to his daughter is personal,

it is not professional.

We can show that Mrs. Feder

helped her father apply for
Social Security and Medicare,

and performed any number

of professional services
on his behalf.

Mr. Steinmetz asked for
his daughter by name.

There's no way you
can expect police officers

to know
her professional status.

Mr. Steinmetz,
did you tell the police

why you wanted
to see your daughter?

Yes. I told them
she was a social worker

and that she would know
what to do.

Sorry, Ben.

Mr. Steinmetz's
right to counsel,

as he understood it,
was ignored.

The police should've been
more cautious.

You have a problem,
take it up with them.

What's the problem?

Five cops heard him say
he killed her.

Uttered in a moment
of grief and confusion.

By the time Lowenthal
gets him on the stand,

Steinmetz will explain
that he meant to say

he drove his wife to suicide.

ME's report in?

We're still waitir
for the tox exam.

I'll lean on 'em.

Ben...

Paul, we know he
perjured himself once.

Before I let him walk, I would like to
find out how many other lies he's told.

Dr. Ellingwon'th, Det. Carr...

I told you on the phone,
what I have is preliminary.

You want it etched in stone,
come back in a month.

Come on, Rodgers. We got
a DA cracking the whip.

All right,
as long as you understand

my boss hasn't signed off
on this yet.

Thank you.

Yeah. "Steinmetz, Ursula."

Drug overdose, benzodiazepine.

Found 900 milligrams
in her stomach.

Is that enough to kill her?

Hmm, yeah. That's not counting
what she'd already digested.

Yeah, respiratory failure,
900 would do it.

Wait a minute,
somebody screwed up here.

How's that?

Let me, uh, run these numbers
by the lab again.

Hold it.
We don't have time for that.

Tell us now. What's it say?

Well, according to the labs,

the amount of Dalmane
found in her liver

indicates a level of absorption

insufficient to cause
a respiratory failure.

Well, she's an old lady
with MS.

I mean, did she absorb enough
to give her a heart attack?

No, if you believe this,

she didn't digest enough pills
to kill her.

So if she stopped breathing,

maybe it's because
somebody choked her.

Yeah, somebody broke
her nose, too.

Might not be the only tracks
he left behind.

Thank you.

The night she OD'd,
they had a big argument,

right out here in the hall,

just before
he went to his walk.

And what time was this?

10:30.
The door closed, and he left.

You sure about the time?

Mmm-hmm. I was just
getting ready to go to work.

11:00 to 8:00 shift
at the phone company.

"Operator 842.
What city, please?"

Lennie.

Thank you.

She says Steinmetz left
at 10:30,

upstairs said midnight.

He came back,
and I think I know what for.

Yeah?
Watch this.

I open the door,
I turn on the light,

I find this.

It matches the armchair.

That's blood, and it's recent.

I got $10
says it's Mrs. Steinmetz's.

Now look, whether he force-fed
those pills to her or not,

he came back
expecting her to be dead.

She wasrt. Finishes the job
with the pillow.

And bloodies her nose
in the process.

Takes his lap around the city,

and I guess we're supposed
to feel sorry for him.

Well, even if it was her idea
to take the pills,

he had to finish her off
with a pillow?

He couldn't wait for the pill
to do the job for him?

Do you know how many sleeping
pills is a lethal dose?

I don't, and I bet
Steinmetz doesn't either.

Well, then why didn't he
tell us about the pillow?

Because he knew
how it would look.

Yeah, like he wanted her dead.

All I know is if I found
my wife lying on the floor,

I would do everything I could
to save her,

and the hell with suicide.

Any way you slice or dice it,

this guy had no right

to wrap a pillow
around his wife's face.

Let's not forget the
neighbors heard them arguing.

Hey, you spend 24 hours
a day together,

I don't care
if you're Joseph and Mary,

you're gonna get
on each other's nerves.

Wait a minute,
they work together?

Steinmetz has a tailor shop
on 30th Street.

All right. Let's assume
that they're too old

to argue about sex,
so that leaves what? Money?

People treat you like dirt
in this business.

Not Mr. Steinmetz.

He has respect for the people
who work for him.

How so?

The mars been there,
you know what I mean?

Back in Poland,
he was a slave for the Nazis.

They had him workir
in some ghetto over there,

the Lodz Ghetto,
makir uniforms for them.

You got people out sick today?

Yeah,
they got recession-itis.

Hard times,
that'll press a marriage, huh?

No, not these two.

They've seen worse, you know?

In the eight years
I've been here,

the only time
they raised their voice

was about somethir
in the paper.

What, politics?

Yeah. Polish politics.

Once a week,
Mrs. Steinmetz would send me

to the newsstand on 34th

to get this Polish paper.

And about three weeks ago,

she got real upset
with Mr. Steinmetz

over some article she read.

This paper got a name?

Novejeneik.

"Warsaw Arts Council
Presents Merit Awards."

What else?

"National Tribunal
Convicts Nazi War Criminal."

Hold it.
Give us the highlights.

"Horst Hilsman,
German officer at Chelmno,

"sentenced to death.

"Other war criminals
tried in absentia.

"Jacub Skulman,
a Jewish policeman

"in the Lodz Ghetto
during the war.

Peter Angermeier,
staff sergeant in Birkenau..."

Wait a minute.

Lodz Ghetto.

Now, wasrt Steinmetz from Lodz?

Maybe he knew Skulman.

So what? His wife
didn't like his friends?

That's something
he'd kill her for?

I'd think Mr. Stone would have
better things to do

than to hound a sad old man.

Hey, he squeaks, we go running.

Make it easy on us,
will you, Mrs. Feder?

They'd argue,

yes, about the war,
about the Holocaust.

It was the defining moment
of their lives.

Did they ever talk about

people they knew
in the Lodz Ghetto?

My mother's from Warsaw.

My father's from Lodz,

but he rarely talks
about it with me.

He says
he has nightmares enough,

he doesn't need to give me any.

Your mother ever mention
the name Jacub Skulman?

No. Who's he?

He's wanted for war crimes
in Poland.

No, she'd never talk about
anybody like that.

My mother was a very broken...

She found it very hard
to shut out the memories,

like my father.

I sent her to a therapist
three years ago,

a rabbi who
worked with survivors.

She was seeing a therapist,
and nobody told us?

She stopped going
four months ago.

She wouldn't tell me why.

Much as I'd like to help,

any communication I had with
Mrs. Steinmetz is privileged.

I have to consider
the feelings of her family.

Oh, which family member
are you protecting?

The husband?

Let's, uh, try
a little softball here, Rabbi.

The reason that Mrs. Steinmetz
stopped coming here,

could it have anything to do

with the reason
she committed suicide?

Well, I... I can't discuss
what she told me

but I can say
the group sessions

can awaken powerful memories.

A name? Jacub Skulman?

Skulman. Oh, yes.

The group discussed
his case at length.

Did you discuss it
before or after

Mrs. Steinmetz
stopped coming?

Before.

One of my clients,
Mrs. Liebman,

apparently she knew Skulman.

I don't know, I feel like
we're chasing a ghost here.

This guy Skulmars
probably dead.

The rabbi wasrt playing catch
just to be nice.

He practically said
Skulmars name

sent Mrs. Steinmetz running.

So what? I mean,
we're digging up stuff

that happened 50 years ago.

What the hell,
it's ancient history, Lennie.

Hey, my old man was a GI
in World War II.

First regiment into Buchenwald.

And he never forgot how he
felt when he saw those people.

I mean, he wasrt religious,
but he said after that day

he believed in the devil.

This stuff never
went away, Mike.

I knew Jacub Skulman in Lodz

when I was a young girl.

He was an apprentice tailor

before he joined
the Ordnungsdienst.

The ghetto police.

The Germans
formed a... a Jewish government.

Puppets to rule the ghetto.

Yeah, you let the Jews
police themselves,

maybe they'll work
harder for you.

Maybe they thought
they will let them live.

And believing that
makes you a war criminal?

Of course we believed.

Anything to make it stop.

But Skulman took it
a step further.

Skulman.

In the sweatshop where
we made uniforms for the SS,

Skulman was a brute.

He beat us
if we didn't make the quota.

What happened to Skulman?

When the Germans cleared
the ghetto in 1944,

him being
so... so high-and-mighty,

he finished like everyone else,

on a train to Auschwitz.

Ursula Steinmetz,
do you know her?

She was in
Rabbi Dworkirs group.

Yes, she, too, asked me
about Skulman, his family.

She thought she knew him.

I only told her
what I remember.

Skulmars spotty, most of the
records are still in Poland.

You know,
it's quite historic in a way.

Poland has never before

prosecuted a Jew
for war crimes.

Well, I don't understand
why a guy like Skulman

would line himself up
with the Nazis.

And slit his own throat?

He wasrt the only one
who was deceived.

You see, the elders
of the ghetto reasoned that

if the Jews could prove their
economic value to the Reich,

their lives would be spared.

So each uniform you made
added a day to your life.

Does anybody know for sure

that Skulman
walked out of Auschwitz?

The Polish government
has eyewitnesses.

I guess the virtues that
allowed him to survive in Lodz

carried him through Auschwitz.

He'd be an old man by now.

His birth date was 1922,
so he's 70 years old.

There's a photograph
in the archives.

We'll take it.

Same age as Steinmetz.

Same job, same camp.

Sorry about the quality.

Jacub Skulman, class of '42.

Coincidences
add up to probability.

Yeah, and what spooked
the wife.

The ultimate evil.

Convince the slaves
to run the plantation.

Yeah, hats off
to German ingenuity.

If Steinmetz is Skulman,
and his wife found out,

he'd want to keep her quiet.

By killing his wife?
This guy?

I don't know.

War criminals
click their heels.

They don't have numbers
tattooed on their forearms.

Arrest him.

Highway 128, 16...

How far
can a 70-year-old man walk?

1290 Sixth Avenue.
1290 Sixth...

That looks like him.

Pull over.

Mr. Steinmetz.

Yes?

David Steinmetz,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Ursula Steinmetz.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you do say
can and will be

used against you
in a court of law.

You can't make a C felony,
so you shoot the moon

and charge him with an A.

Your client shot the moon
when he refused a man two plea.

Now he's looking at murder.

My mother took her own life,
Mr. Stone.

That doesn't make me
proud or happy,

but I respect her memory.

She didn't want this.
She wanted peace.

Did she tell you that?

My father told me.

Did he also tell you that he
smothered her with a pillow?

You have no idea. My father...

The neighbors
are... are paying his bail.

They-they're helping to pay
for Mr. Lowenthal's services.

Which means people
who know him, believe him.

They haven't seen the evidence.

There's none to see.

Turn up the flame
as high as you want,

this one's not gonna boil.

You stir in motive...

You mean speculation?

It's all sound and fury, Ben,

and you know
what that gets you.

If I'm right
and he is Jacub Skulman,

and he did murder his wife
to cover up his secret,

what it gets him
is 25-to-life.

What if you're wrong,
Mr. Stone?

Look at his arm.
He's been branded once.

But what you're doing...

Those same people
who are helping us

will turn around
and spit in our faces forever.

It'd better be important,
Mr. Robinette.

45-year-old files,

I'll be living on
antihistamines for a month.

You found something?

Yes and no.

David Steinmetz
went eyeball-to-eyeball

with Miss Liberty, May of '47.

What about Jacub Skulman?

That's the no.

If he's eating burgers
and apple pie,

we don't have a record of it.

When Steinmetz
filed immigration,

did he show any ID?

Hey, if this poor slob
had a shirt on his back,

he was lucky.

"Identifying mark: Numbers
tattooed on his forearm."

What were the numbers?

Sorry.

In five years,
about 150,000 camp survivors

joined the melting pot.

Who had the time
to get specific?

The good news, the Nazis were
methodical, bordering on anal.

They kept specific records
of everything.

The bad news is
they were almost as methodical

at destroying the records.

Almost?

Yeah.

Here.

Here it is.

Right here.
"August 21, 1944,

"131 men arrived from
the Lodz Ghetto at Auschwitz.

"The numbers that were
tattooed on their arms

"ranged from 7566

to 7696, inclusive."

Do you have names
corresponding to the numbers?

I can't help you with that.
But we do know that

Jacub Skulman
arrived on that same day.

I'm offering your client a
chance to prove his innocence.

And when he does, what?

You tattoo a capital "I"
on his forehead?

That number is a symbol
of unimaginable suffering.

And if it's not
one of 131 numbers,

we'll know for sure
he's not Jacub Skulman.

Don't you even see
what you're asking, Ben?

Demanding
that he use that number

to prove his innocence
is an obscenity.

Uh, no, Gary.

The obscenity is
a man killing his wife

to save his own skin.

We'll let a judge decide.

I don't understand,
Mr. Lowenthal.

If your client
isn't this character, Skulman,

why not disclose the number

in the privacy
of Mr. Stone's office,

and put the matter to bed?

Because it won't stay
in Mr. Stone's office.

What happened
to the Fifth Amendment?

If nothing else, Mr. Stone

is asking for possible
self-incrimination.

The Supreme Court ruled
that the Fifth Amendment

only applies to
testimonial evidence.

This is no different
from using fingerprints

or an identification
in a police line-up.

Look, can we put the law aside
for a minute?

We all know that
if these numbers are close,

he doesn't stand a chance.

The jury will convict him
for the wrong reasons.

Something he may have done
in another lifetime.

An elderly woman
who couldn't walk is dead

because that man wanted the
world to forget what he did.

I'm not talking
melodrama here, Ben.

I'm talking tragedy.

Your Honor, it's prejudicial.

Although what Mr. Stone
is asking disgusts me,

my intestinal tract
is still intact.

Mr. Steinmetz will appear
in Mr. Stone's office

no later than 3:00
this afternoon.

Ben, you are
walking through history.

God help us if you fall down.

7581.

And we now know that the man

calling himself
David Steinmetz,

arrived at Auschwitz
the same day as Jacub Skulman.

I was hoping.

Yeah, so was I.

Robinette.

Okay.

Someone from the Justice
Department is in your office.

I'm giving you a break.

I'll take Steinmetz or Skulman

or whoever he is,
off your hands.

And extradite him to Poland?

Why not? We've had
a treaty in effect since 1936.

I have an obligation

to the people
of the State of New York.

Ursula Steinmetz
was one of those people.

Poland can have him
when we're through with him.

One person dies,
it's a tragedy.

Millions,
it's a statistic, right?

That is not what I'm saying.

Good. Stalin said it
50 years ago.

Look, if you convict
the son of a bitch,

he can't be extradited until
he serves out his sentence.

Which, for a 70-year-old man,
means never.

On behalf of the Polish
government we're commencing

an extradition proceeding
next week.

Last month, my daughter was
reading Diary of Anne Frank,

and she thought it was fiction.

So I'm running in circles
with this case.

If I win,

Steinmetz or Skulman

goes to prison
for murdering his wife,

but the world
will never really know

the extent
of his original crimes.

And if I lose,
the verdict goes a long way

to bolster Steinmetz's claim

that Poland is trying
to extradite the wrong man.

Either way,

I'm helping a mass murderer
cover up his crimes.

Ben, a woman was murdered
in our jurisdiction.

And that's our only priority.

So we shield him?

Poland is not entitled

to punish him
for the greater evil?

Greater evil?

Since when did you
get so philosophical?

This office doesn't care
about Poles or Nazis

or any more than it does
about Serbs or Croats.

We're not in the evil business,

we're in the crime business.

Adam, I may be wrong but
I thought that, of all people,

you would want...

The man killed his wife.

Try him, convict him.
That's all I want.

United States Supreme Court,
Your Honor,

in Younger v. Harris
determined

that a Federal court
may not interfere

with an ongoing
State criminal proceeding

unless the prosecution was

brought in bad faith
or as harassment.

The Younger case specified
the interference proscribed

was injunctive or declaratory
relief, Your Honor.

And the principle
is the same, Your Honor.

The State's interest
in prosecuting a felon

outweigh the Federal interest.

We're not talking about
Federal interests.

We're talking about
international treaties.

We are talking about
historical debt.

We're talking about a man who
brutally murdered his wife.

He aided and abetted

in the extermination
of scores of innocent Jews.

The bottom line:

If the State continues
with this prosecution,

Mr. Steinmetz
will die in prison

and never be tried
for crimes against humanity.

And we must allow a suspected
murderer to go untried.

He will be tried
for the greater evil.

Gentlemen, it appears that
whichever way I roll the dice,

it comes up snake eyes.

Your Honor...

Mr. Stone, has
the defendant been indicted?

He has, Your Honor.

So, as I see it,

the State
has sufficient evidence

to make its prima facie case.

In as much as the burden for
granting a restraining order,

is the likelihood
of success at trial,

I am obligated
to grant Mr. Stone's motion.

The extradition
hearing will be delayed

until the State is through
with Mr. Steinmetz.

I'm glad I'm not in your
9- and-a-half Ds, counselor.

Several months ago,
at half past midnight,

someone killed
Ursula Steinmetz.

He held a pillow to the face

of this 70-year-old
grandmother

until she could no longer
gasp for air.

I will show you that pillow
and the bloodstains on it

from her fractured nose.

So there can be little doubt
as to how she died.

The issue of this trial is why,

and once we understand why,
the who is undeniable.

The Steinmetz residence
was not burglarized.

So the motive wasrt greed,
and it wasrt envy,

and it wasrt revenge.

It was history.

And Mr. David Steinmetz,
Ursula's husband,

was well aware that
history can only be written

by the survivors.

And Mr. Steinmetz,

he didn't want his personal
history written at all.

If only history was so clear.

If only we had a witness
to what had happened,

then we could all just go home
and be done with it.

Unfortunately,
there isn't such a witness.

And although Mr. Stone's

telling of the story
is reasonable,

it's just as reasonable
to presume

that after swallowing
a lethal dose of sedatives,

Ursula Steinmetz fell from
her bed and broke her nose.

Mr. Stone wants to know why.

If anything, history tells us

that the search
for explanations

for unimaginable tragedy
creates scapegoats.

Why was Germany in the '20s
trapped in a depression?

Unthinkable.
Blame it on the Jews.

Why were six million Jews
massacred?

Incomprehensible.

They must have been
somehow to blame.

Ursula Steinmetz
took her own life?

Inconceivable.

Her husband
must have been involved.

David Steinmetz survived
a lifetime of torment.

For what?

Don't blame him for something
you might not understand.

From records compiled by
the Polish government,

we know that Jacub Skulman
resided in the Lodz Ghetto.

He was transported to Auschwitz

on August 21, 1944.

The same day that

Mr. Steinmetz
supposedly arrived.

Uh, Mr. Green,
can you please identify

People's Exhibit Number 6?

Yes.
Uh, this is a determination

of the Polish War Crimes Court

in the matter of Jacub Skulman.

Objection, Your Honor.

Uh, Your Honor, this court
can take judicial notice

of the findings
of another court

of competent jurisdiction.

Not when those findings are
completely irrelevant

and unduly prejudicial.

The verdict of that trial

is relevant to establishing
motive, Your Honor.

So, then I will take notice
of the verdict alone.

Uh, what was the outcome
of the trial, sir?

The court found Mr. Skulman

guilty of crimes
against humanity.

Thank you.

In the Polish war crimes trial
of which you spoke,

was Mr. Skulman permitted
to present a defense?

He was tried in absentia, but
there were defense attorneys.

Was there any evidence
presented

indicating that Jacub Skulman
and David Steinmetz

were in fact the same person?

No.

But there was evidence
presented

that Skulman was a Jew?

Relevance, Your Honor?

Mr. Stone offered
the verdict into evidence.

I should be permitted

to question the competency
of that verdict.

Answer the question.

Yes.

Now, tell me, sir.

Would your center consider
Jacub Skulman a war criminal?

You have to
understand that, uh,

that men like Mr. Skulman,

were victims
before they were criminals.

Please answer the question.

No, I... I couldn't say,
unless I saw all of the facts.

But Poland could.

Is that because
Jacub Skulman is a Jew?

Objection, Your Honor.

Withdrawn.

I was only 16 years old,

and to put food on the table,

my sister and I
had to work 15 hours a day

making Nazi uniforms.

We got no water,
we got no rest.

Our shop was forced to produce
25 uniforms a week.

What happened if you
fell behind schedule?

Jacub Skulman beat us.

He beat everyone
who was not productive.

Mrs. Liebman,
please tell the court

what happened to your sister.

Anja...

Anja was rheumatic.
She collapsed.

Skulman put her on a train.

Anyone unable to work,
he put on a train.

To where?

To Auschwitz.

Mrs. Liebman,
what happened when

you spoke of Jacub Skulman
to Mrs. Steinmetz?

She asked questions
about his father's profession.

About his brother's name.

And if his brother, Chaim,
died from polio.

And when I told her that

his mama
played a beautiful flute,

Ursula got pale.

Thank you.

You said that the workers
who were not productive

were sent to the camps.
Is that correct?

He decided who.

And they were replaced
by other workers?

Yes.

And if those workers
were productive,

they avoided deportation?

Yes.

So it's true then that
Skulman saved the majority

by sacrificing the minority?

Look at the defendant,
Mrs. Liebman.

Can you say
without any reasonable doubt

that he is Jacub Skulman?

Thank you.

We're walking up
the down escalator.

Every time we get
close to the top,

Lowenthal turns up
the velocity.

What'd you expect?

Trying to
reconstruct a reality,

that's worse
than any nightmare.

Which gives Lowenthal a
truckload of reasonable doubt.

As to Steinmetz's
true identity,

what's relevant is
what his wife thought.

What's relevant is what
he thought she was thinking.

And he's not talking, and she
kept her thoughts to herself.

Did she?

The rabbi?

If Mrs. Steinmetz talked
to him, it's privileged.

But her executor
can waive that.

That's the daughter, right?

He's my father, Mr. Stone.
He would never lie to me.

And if my mother suspected
anything, I would have known.

Maybe she was trying
to protect you.

No.

There's a chance
she talked to your rabbi.

Whatever you want.

But you'll see. You are wrong.

When Ursula heard

Mrs. Liebmars description
of Skulman,

she was convinced.

There were
too many similarities.

After her husband denied
everything, she came to me.

And how did you counsel her?

I told her
to go to the authorities.

But she refused?

She was filled with
too much guilt, with shame.

She worried what it would do
to her family.

Thank you.

You counsel many survivors,
isn't that true?

I conduct weekly meetings, yes.

And is it true that
many survivors

live with enormous guilt
over the past?

They feel guilty about
surviving when so many died.

As a therapist,

would you call
this guilt irrational?

No. Ursula Steinmetz
wasrt like that.

That's right.
She didn't blame herself.

She blamed her husband.

When she got sick,
he did everything for her.

He carried her to
the bathroom, up the stairs.

On Sundays, he would
wheel her through the park

no matter how tired he got.

Not the picture of a murderer.

Objection.

Withdrawn.

What, if any,
indications did you have

that your mother
committed suicide, Mrs. Feder?

Over the past five months,
her condition deteriorated.

She didn't want to
burden us anymore.

After...

A few days before she died,
I... I went to visit her

and she showed me
where she kept her will.

She told me that she wanted to
have all her things in order.

No more questions.

She never talked about
the will in her deposition.

She's lying.

Recess, Your Honor?

Early lunch.
Be back in two hours.

If you're telling the truth,

why did you wait until now
to mention your mother's will?

You heard the rabbi.

It's clear
he killed your mother.

Knowing what your father did,

how can you live with yourself
if you help him go free?

How could I live with myself
if I don't?

'Cause you're losing, doesn't
mean you can change the rules.

This is called tampering.

I'm not tampering
with a witness.

I am now talking
to a defendant.

Mrs. Feder,
you committed perjury.

As such, you are an accomplice
after the fact.

You cannot turn Mara
against me.

Things haven't changed much,
have they, sir?

50 years ago,
you protected yourself

at the expense of others.

Your wife is now dead,

and your daughter's gonna go
to prison so you can go free.

Papa.

Against my better judgment,
my client will deal

if you drop the charges
against his daughter.

We've traveled a long way to
come back to where we started.

There's one
other condition, Mr. Stone.

The record on my father's
trial must be sealed.

Murder two. He serves the max.

25 years. Come on, Ben.

Had he walked the streets
for another hour,

nobody would have ever heard
of David Steinmetz.

Mr. Steinmetz.

Sir, you really didn't know

how many pills
your wife had taken?

She could not live with this.

When I came home,
she was on the floor.

And if you confessed
to assisted suicide,

nobody would ask any questions.

It'd be one year
instead of 25. Right?

Heinrich, an SS officer,
he came to our home.

He gave us cake.
We barely had bread.

He told me that if I could

convince my neighbors
to cooperate,

none of us would be harmed.

I was 19. If I didn't do it,
somebody else would have.

People lived
a few months, weeks,

days longer.
That's what it was about.

People who were not there,

they could never understand.

Your wife was there, sir.

She understood very well
what you did.

And that's why you killed her.

Deal?

What happens now, Mr. Stone?

Mr. Steinmetz has confessed
to murdering his wife

and he will spend
the rest of his life

in the State Correctional
Facility at Dannemora,

commencing immediately.

Is Mr. Steinmetz in fact
Jacub Skulman?

The District Attorney's office
has insufficient evidence

to make such a determination.

Sources inside
the State Department

indicate that any further
extradition proceedings

have been undermined
by today's developments.

Mr. Steinmetz's...

They beat you.
They starve you.

Makes me wonder
what I would have done.

There's no Supreme Court
of Ethics, my friend.

Sometimes the only yardstick is

can you look yourself
in the mirror the day after?

What about Mara?

By insisting we seal the file,

she was still
protecting her father.

She wasrt protecting
her father.

She was protecting her son.