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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.

You the cable man?
All day.

Thank goodness.

Mrs. Lerner was home all weekend with Mr. Lerner
and no food channel.

Yeah, well,
she's not home now.

She probably
didn't hear the bell.

How many times did you ring?
Enough.

That's what | like,
a man anxious to do his job.

That's me. Mr. Anxious.

Good day,
Mrs. Lerner. Coming up.

Hello.

Mrs. Lerner.

The cable man's here.
Mrs. Lerner?

(SCREAMS)

Vics are Eileen and David Lerner.
Maid found them.

You got a point of entry?
Broken window in the kitchen.

We got a blood trail from the bedroom,
takes him out the same way.

It's nice and tidy.
Anything missing?

We're still doing
an inventory with the maid.

These people lived here alone?

Maid said
they moved in last year.

They got a daughter that lives uptown.
She's on her way.

Thanks.

Nice color scheme. Didn't eat breakfast,
did you?

Couple of dozen stab wounds
each and still counting.

Judging by the blood glutting around
the male vic's head,

I'd say they've been dead
at least 24 hours.

Still tucked in.
Didn't know what hit her.

Yeah, well, he's not so lucky.

Stab wounds, both hands,
through and through.

So the wife's attacked first. He wakes up,
tries to fight the guy...

"David and Eileen.
Twenty-five years of joy."

Till death did them part.

Twenty-five years and they're still sleeping
in the same bed.

Then some animal comes along
and does this.

You find the murder weapon?

Searched the house, the yard, the alley and two blocks
four ways. Nothing.

Looks like a 10-inch,
single-edge knife did it.

Weapon of choice
at Thanksgiving.

The set in the kitchen
was missing a carving knife.

So he entered
the house unarmed?

He didn't know the Lerners
were gonna be home.

Once he got inside
he heard a noise upstairs

and decided
to do something about it.

Did he help himself to anything else?
No.

Jewelry, cash,
silver settings.

They're all present
and accounted for.

I'm not getting a read
on this one.

If he's there to kill them,
why enter the house unarmed?

If it's burglary,
why leave empty-handed?

Well, maybe butchering the Lerners tired him out,
or he was in a hurry.

Well, he had time
to freshen up.

According to Forensics,

they found blood mixed with water
in the kitchen sink.

Any hits on prints?
BRISCOE: No, nothing.

Besides the Lerners and their maid,
we got 38 unknowns.

Thirty-eight? They must've been
a popular couple.

Yeah, with carpenters,
painters and plumbers.

They were fixing up the house.

But here's the real deal,

partial right thumbprint on the headboard
in Mrs. Lerner's blood.

It matches the prints
found near the broken window.

So we get prints from the workers
and the maid's family,

and see if any of them
match up.

And check back with Forensics, maybe this guy's MO
will tell the story.

MARKS: Lady went first.

The angle of the wounds suggests
he was on the bed, straddling her.

He hit all the major landmarks, stomach,
kidneys, liver, heart.

That's about
as deliberate as it gets.

And how. This one goes off
the gruesome meter.

See this blood-spatter pattern
above the headboard?

That's the cast off of a knife
moving hard and fast.

Thirty five at bats, and he never missed
his target.

Great, we'll make him the MVP.
He earned it.

Struggling in the dark with his victims,
and he never hits the bed?

Guy knew what he wanted.

I'm getting married
next summer.

| can't believe
they won't be there.

LOGAN: You have any idea who'd want to hurt
your parents?

| can't imagine anyone would.

Everyone who ever met them
loved them.

Well, we all want to think that about our parents,
but it's not always realistic.

| was born and raised in this city.
| Know what people are like.

My parents were different.

BRISCOE: Even the nicest
people can make enemies.

We have to ask this,

did your parents ever gamble or have
any financial problems?

Does it look like they did?

Sometimes these fixer-uppers can drain a bank book
pretty fast.

They could've borrowed money
from the wrong people.

No, they bought this house
because it needed work.

It was their dream house.

Since the day they moved in here last year,
they spent every minute

restoring every piece of tile,
every doorknob.

Sounds like a full-time job.
Were they retired?

They own...
Owned a small ad agency.

Pharmaceutical advertising.

We've had no bomb threats, no letters,
not even a phone call.

Who the hell gets worked up
over cold medicines?

Didn't some drug company
get in trouble

because they had the wrong number of stars
in their logo?

Some religious fanatics
spread rumors about Satanism.

But that was years ago, and that company is not
one of our accounts.

Well, how about
a disgruntled employee?

Anybody complain
about their Christmas bonus?

Eileen and David treated
their employees very well.

Sounds like Santa's workshop. They never
had to fire anybody?

Since this agency opened, only two people have left
against their will.

One died and the other
was deported by the INS.

And Eileen went to Washington
to stop that.

Well, no disrespect, but they sound a little
too good to be true.

| can think of only one person
who might agree.

Bob Frankel.

Finally.
What did they do to Bob?

He was partners with Eileen and David
before they broke away.

They took Symtac, the primary account,
and started this agency.

Well, that must've hurt.
Did Frankel take it in stride?

| doubt it. He went bankrupt.

Oh, yeah. | have fond memories
of those days, Detectives.

Eileen and David
left me in ruins.

I'm just now crawling out
from under chapter seven.

Yeah, you could say | would have liked to
have killed them.

BRISCOE: If you're trying to clear yourself
in a murder investigation,

you're not going about it
the right way.

| don't mind telling you how | feel
because | didn't kill them.

Look, what they did to me
was the best thing

that could've happened to me.

It made me realize how much | really hated
the advertising game.

Whatever anger | felt,
| turned it into this.

Yeah, well, some people never learn
to forgive and forget.

So, just for the hell of it, where were you last
Saturday night at 1:00 a.m.?

Kenya.

I'm developing a private blend
for my Gen X crowd.

And | call it Java Jive.

Latent ran
that bloody thumbprint

against everyone known to have been in that house
in the past year.

They got nothing.

You run it against
the short list of enemies?

The Lerners don't have enemies.
These people were saints.

The only guy they ever screwed
thinks they did him a favor.

You're saying someone picked their name
out of the phone book

and dropped in on them?

It happens. Some nut-job forgets to wear his
aluminum-foil hat one morning.

All of a sudden, voices in his head
start telling him

to go ring doorbells
and stab people.

Well, | don't like
unsolved mysteries,

so before we hand it over
to Robert Stack...

We know. We know. Yeah, walk through it
one more time.

All right. Forensics says
our guy was standing over her,

and that she went first.
They're asleep.

Does she see him? Does she scream?
She was still tucked in.

So our guy leans over, and he leaves a right
thumbprint on the headboard.

That probably makes him
a lefty.

Husband wakes up. They fight.
The husband loses.

Okay, they're both dead.

Okay, so now what does he do?

He doesn't steal anything. He goes downstairs
and washes up.

I'm sorry, am | in the way here?
No, no, not at all.

This isn't gonna take
very long,

but maybe you'd rather not
have to listen to this.

It's okay.

All right. So,
he walks into the kitchen,

he cleans up at the sink,

and then he goes out
the way he came in.

Why climb back out the window when he could just walk
through the door?

Key-locked deadbolt,
that's why.

And latents didn't find
his prints on the doorknob.

He didn't even try to open it.

{BIRDS CHIRPING)

And there's no prints on this side of the door,
either.

He gets into the garden
from over there.

So why does he pass that door,
come over here,

climb over all this crap
to get into the window?

Maybe he's psychic and he knew the door
was locked.

Manhattan Security Services.

These holes in the masonry,
Ms. Lerner,

was there a different kind of door here
when your parents moved in?

It was a security door.

My parents removed it when they remodeled
the kitchen.

They wanted a view
of the garden.

When my parents bought this house,
it looked like Fort Knox.

So does half of New York.
Who used to live here?

Warren Bartlett. The divorce lawyer.
You may have heard of him.

Yeah. You can't open Page Six
without reading about him.

That's the guy
who destroyed a lot of lives.

Oh, my God. You mean, my parents may have been
killed by mistake?

This is unbelievable.
Those poor people.

Well,
it's still just a theory.

We can't really be sure
you were the intended victim.

But then again,
in your line of work...

| reach the pinnacle of my profession, | have to
live like a prisoner.

Cameras, security doors,
letter bomb analyzers,

a bodyguard
when | go to court.

| mean, it's not as if
we don't serve a purpose.

Do you know how many
matrimonial attorneys

were attacked last year?

| know one
who should have been.

Did anybody ever show up
at your home?

Actually, that's why
we sold the brownstone.

Now | live in a doorman building.
High security.

Well, we're gonna need
some hames.

Why?

Could be one of your clients' exes
didn't know you relocated.

UNGER: You think you're
being smart, cautious.

You signh a pre-nup, you know, just in case it's not
happily ever after.

My ex goes to Bartlett.

Voila, the pre-nup's not worth
the paper it's written on.

It's America. We have to pay
for our mistakes.

How many mistakes do you make
that cost 30 grand a month?

{(EXCLAIMS)

| might wanna smack him around myself.
Somebody beat him up?

Somebody tried to kill him.

(LAUGHS)

Hey, bully for them.

Closest | ever got was throwing a chair
in a deposition.

Look,
that was eight years ago.

I've gone through
three wives since.

If | was going to try to kill a divorce lawyer,
he's way down on my list.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

Learned my lesson, man.
Never mess with the talent.

Tina had the voice of an angel,
but she had a tail and horns.

We heard Bartlett really cleaned you out
in the divorce.

You lost the house,
the studio, the car.

Don't believe
Bartlett's B.S. PR.

| threw money at him
to make Tina go away.

Besides, this business is a license
to print the green stuff.

The way he tells it, you weren't just
throwing money.

You were throwing punches,
threatened to kill him.

You try two days locked in a room
with the wife,

Bartlett and my suit
who goes out at $300 an hour,

being grilled over
every nickel and dime.

You'd lose your cool, too.
Maybe.

But you see,
you used the magic word, kill.

Bartlett threatened to go to the cops. Tell them
| was dealing coke. Real crap.

Said he'd tie me up in criminal court
till next year's Grammys.

He did his homework.
Yeah, well...

My shark
did some homework of his own.

Seems Bartlett's kid had a little problem
with the blow himself.

Makes for a quick settlement.
Everybody's happy.

You know, the more | talk to these guys, it reminds me
why | stay single.

You mean, it's not just the quality time you get
to spend with yourself?

You know, it is possible
that the guy we're looking for

isn't ticked off at the way Bartlett
does business.

His kid is a dope-head. Maybe it's the way
he does business.

Yeah, drug dealers. | keep forgetting
there's notches below lawyers.

You know,
we could spend a whole year

chasing down guys who may have wanted
a piece of Bartlett.

Well, we wouldn't want you to get a hernia
from overwork, Mike.

Very funny.
But | got a different angle.

Bartlett's kid's
into powdering his nose.

Now, maybe
he didn't pay his bills,

and | doubt he sent a change-of-address card
to his dealer.

Listen to this, Bartlett never had
any children,

but he's got a foster son
named Smith.

The kid's father OD'd,

mom's had a long history of drugs and theft.
She's till in Bedford.

Anyway, | ran the kid's name,
no yellows.

Well, Bartlett's got connections.
He could make those disappear.

Yeah, he couldn't make an impound report disappear,
though.

Well, that's a big help.
No, actually it might be.

Steven Smith wrapped his car around a hydrant
the night of the murders.

Less than half a block
from the Lerners' brownstone.

Wow, that's almost a clue.
And it beats heavy lifting.

What?

It's Anita's sense of humor.
Lieutenant Anita to you.

Lieutenant.

It's like | said, a bunch of us went
to a party down in SoHo.

| really don't remember much.

You remember having a brief encounter
with a fire hydrant?

You guys are cops.

| tell you what happened, you could pull
my driver's license.

Come on, man, that's not even
our department.

Relax. Just tell us
what happened, Steve.

All right.

My buddy Josh and me, we left a party
to go hit the clubs.

And | guess | shouldn't
have been driving.

| hit the hydrant. That's it. | paid the towing fine.
Nobody got hurt.

What's the big deal?

But you used to live right down the block
from there.

Yeah, well, you know, but we were going to
the Palladium, | mean...

Of course we were
in the neighborhood.

What? You think
I'm a witness to something?

Did you see anything?
No.

| locked up the car and | decided
to call it a night.

You and Josh
both called it a night?

No. He wasn't as out of it as | was. He went back
to the Zoo for a nightcap.

What, did you take a cab home?

No, | was pretty wasted.
| needed the air, so | walked.

He got all revved up.
The party died.

Well, didn't you think Steve may have had
a little too much to drink

to get behind that wheel?

Last year | saw the guy go
for eight hours straight.

Maybe he's gotten
out of shape, | don't know.

| hear AA'll do that to you.

He's in AA?

Yeah, his girlfriend, Sally,
she talked him into it.

Sally have a last name?

Beyers, | think.

The things you'll do
for a little action.

BRISCOE: You mean,
he doesn't take AA seriously?

Maybe he did. | don't know,
you are what you are, right?

He said he'd only have one. One drink turns
into eight or nine...

Yeah, why don't you tell me
about the accident?

He was singing like a jerk. You know, started playing
air guitar. Boom.

And what happened
to your drinking buddy?

He smacked his head
up against the steering wheel.

You know, if he wasn't so loaded, he might have
actually got hurt.

LOGAN:
So where'd you go from there?

Something like that just messes you up.
| cabbed it back to the Zoo.

Steve go with you? No. He said
he wanted to walk it off.

Eight or nine drinks, I'd have to circle the Island
twice to walk that one off.

You know,
back in my drinking days,

| came home once at the tail-end
of a three-day bender.

Only | went into
the wrong wife's front door.

That was enough
to make me go to the 12 steps.

What are you saying, kid went to his old house
by mistake?

It plays out.

Steven used to come home drunk
all the time.

So he didn't want to mess
with the security door.

So he crawls in the window.

He's in AA. He went on a bender. Maybe he told
his sponsor all about it.

I'm sorry. | appreciate that you've got a job to do,
Detectives.

But anything said in meetings
is strictly confidential.

You know, | had a guy like you who dragged me out
of a bottle once,

and | wouldn't appreciate him giving out interviews
to the tabloids,

but this is
a little different.

We're investigating
a murder case here.

You don't think
Steven killed someone.

Well, you're all wrong there.

Steven's many things,
he's an alcoholic,

he's a substance abuser,
but he's no killer.

That much I'll tell you. Did you know
he was drinking again?

I'm sorry. I'm his sponsor.
| can't tell you any more.

(HORN HONKING)

(SIGHING)

What, does this guy
think he's a priest?

It's the only way it can work, Mike.
What's the girlfriend's name?

Sally Beyers. Maybe
she's not so tight-lipped.

Steven's worked hardest
on steps four and five.

"Making a fearless
moral inventory"”

and "admitting his wrongs to God,
to himself..."

"And to another person."
Sounds like you've been there.

Sober 532 days.

All right. Your boyfriend
can't say aS much.

This was his first slip. It happens.
He tell you about it?

Tuesday, in group.
He told us all.

It's part of the recovery.
What else did he tell you?

What gets said in meetings
stays in meetings.

We're investigating
a serious crime, Miss Beyers.

And we have to talk
to everybody.

Steven was in that neighborhood
and he knows that house.

He doesn't remember anything.

He told us that he'd had a major blackout, and he said
he's been having nightmares.

| think it scared him into sobriety.
What kind of nightmares?

He read about those people
dying in his old house

and he dreamed that he did it.

Wait, wait, wait.
Let me get this right.

Now, you're saying
this poor jerk had a dream.

Which he told to a group
of people in an AA meeting.

Last night | dreamed that | was having
an ice-cream sundae

in bed with Heather Locklear.

You don't think
that that's sufficient cause

to get a warrant
to check out my bedroom?

With no disrespect,
Your Honor,

| doubt I'd find Ms. Locklear's fingerprints
on the headboard of your bed.

And you found
the kid's prints at the scene?

An unidentified set.

All I'm looking for is an order to fingerprint
Steven Smith.

All right. I'll give you your order,
Ms. Kincaid.

Disrespect and all.

| told you | was drunk,
all right?

Did you ever hear of a blackout? They happen.
| can't remember anything.

BRISCOE: And these don't
jog your memory?

Why would | do that to those people, man?
| don't even know them.

We're not saying you meant to kill them,
Steven.

You know, there was a case
up in Westchester.

This kid killed
an Indian couple by mistake.

Now, if that's what this is,
maybe there's a way out.

What kind of mistake, man?
| wasn't there.

You drink too much, you do things
you're not exactly proud of.

Believe me, | Know.

Don't you think
that | would remember...

Remember?
I've been there, too.

Now relax. You want
some coffee or something?

No, I'm okay.

Steven, when you woke up the next day, was there
blood on your clothes?

Yeah, | cut my head in the accident. Of course,
there was blood.

Look, we can go over this
a million times, okay?

| can't help you.
| wasn't there.

All right, tell me this. In your dream,
what happened to the knife?

I'll tell you what | think
happened, Steven.

| think you went in
through the window

because you were too drunk to notice that the steel door
was gone.

You didn't know the Lerners had remodeled the house,
did you?

No, how would [? | haven't been there
since we moved.

Now, see?
That's just my point.

Kid's on the verge.

This might help. Prints came back.
Our bloody thumb's a match.

Let's do it.

You know what they say, Lennie. Memories fade
but fingerprints don't.

Get up. Up!

Steven Smith, you're under arrest for the murder
of David and Eileen Lerner.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will
be used against...

"Docket number 622613,
People v. Steven Alan Smith.

"Charges are two counts Murder
in the Second Degree."

Plea, Ms. Larson?

Not guilty.

And what do the People
have to say?

The People request that the defendant
be held without bail.

He lives with his foster parents,
Your Honor.

The Bartletts have deep roots
in the community.

And he certainly seems old enough to hop a cab
out of town.

Bail is set at $500,000. Next.

A half a million bail, Jack. A little over the top,
don't you think?

Thirty-five stab wounds.

I'd say | showed
remarkable restraint.

Restraint?

| suggest your police officers
brush up on it.

Your client admitted...
| never...

To be accurate, he said
he dreamt about the murders.

He read about them in the papers. They happened
where he used to live.

Freud would say it's natural.

And | suppose his prints on the headboard
of the Lerners' bed

got there telekinetically.

No, but the procedure by which you matched them
to Mr. Smith

violated his rights.

We had a court order
to fingerprint your client.

Sure you did.

But said court order was supported
by privileged comments

made during confidential
AA meetings.

I'll see you in court.

The rules of privilege are founded in public policy,
Your Honor.

Encouraging free communication
in certain circumstances

has been deemed more important

than admitting the substance of that communication
into evidence.

And the legislature is clear as to whom
that privilege applies.

| see doctor and patient,
attorney and client,

priest and penitent,
husband and wife.

There's nothing in the rules of evidence
about self-help groups.

But the underlying policy
is the same.

Society has recognized
addiction as a disease.

Would we be here at all
if my client

had sought treatment
in a psychiatrist's office?

Psychiatrists are professionals specifically
covered by the statute.

Alcoholics Anonymous
is a self-help group.

Confidentiality is a courtesy,
not a legal mandate.

For a 12-step program to be effective, a participant
must bare his soul.

How can we require
or expect that

if it can then be
turned around

and used as evidence against him
in a criminal trial?

If we admit this evidence we are, in effect,
destroying any chance

these individuals have
at finding a cure.

It's very convincing,
Counselor.

The problem is
that Mr. McCoy is right.

There's nothing in the statutes that mentions
12-step programs.

I'm talking about principle,
social policy, Your Honor.

I'm talking about the law,

which as we all know,
is to be narrowly construed.

My job is not to rewrite the statutes,
it is to interpret them.

The defense motion is denied.

In that case, Your Honor,

the defendant changes his plea
from not guilty

to not guilty
by reason of mental defect.

They've got you
dead to rights, why not?

All right.

The defendant will be
made available for examination

by the People's experts
at their convenience.

I've never even met those people before.
| have no idea why...

DR. OLIVET: Why?

| may have killed
two innocent people.

People | never even heard of,
and what do you think | feel?

| don't know. You tell me.

| have nightmares about it.

| don't...

| don't even know if | did it.

You don't remember?

What do you remember?

We...

We were at a party,
doing shooters. All right?

| left with Josh.
We put in a CD or something...

| don't know. The car swerved off the road.
| totaled the car.

| hit my head.
Josh went back for a drink.

What did you do?

| thought | walked home.

But you didn't? No. | guess | went back
to my old house.

| don't remember!

Why do you think
that you went back there?

| was drunk, okay?

| Know what you're thinking,
and it's sick.

What, Steven?

Warren and Leah,

they put up with all my crap, all right?
They're good people. | love...

| Know what you're thinking,
it's like...

You think | wanted to kill them.
What do you think?

DR. OLIVET: He claims amnesia for the crimes
and | believe him.

Amnesia's not grounds for insanity.
That's true.

The only form of mental illness seems
to be substance abuse.

He was drunk, and as we all know, that's not the basis
for an insanity plea.

They tried this in Westchester.
There's a difference.

There the defense claimed that the boy
had a learning disability

and that his homicidal tendencies were implanted
by a high-school psychologist.

Steven Smith
had an alcoholic blackout.

That, combined with a head injury
from the car accident,

could have triggered
a dissociative episode.

He was drunk,
he killed two innocent people

and now he's trying to use
the bottle as a defense.

Isn't it pretty obvious he meant to kill
the Bartletts?

At least unconsciously.

But there's no evidence
of any conscious motive.

Bartlett's wealthy.

The brutality of the murders, this had nothing
to do with money.

Then we should find out
what it was about.

What are you implying?

The Lerners were killed in your old bedroom,
Mr. Bartlett.

Let me tell you something.
Steven has problems.

Most of them
come out of a bottle.

He's ill, Warren. And she's trying
to say it's our fault.

Look, Steven had trouble
handling a groundball,

| spent three hours a night with him
out at the schoolyard.

He was lost in algebra,
| took a week off from work.

Something prompted this.

Steven is sick.

He's insane, for God's sakes!
| don't need you to tell...

I'm certainly not going to
help you put him in jail

when he should be
under psychiatric care.

Mr. Bartlett,
you're an attorney.

You know that if he knew what he was doing
at the time of the crime,

he's not legally insane.

What are you saying? That Steven was rational
when he did this?

I'm sorry,
| won't accept that.

They're wealthy, they're educated, they seem
to be the perfect parents.

And Steven wanted them dead.
For no apparent reason.

He's still living with them,
that has to mean something.

Maybe this was some
sort of dissociative episode.

In other words, the crime is so crazy,
the kid's got to be nuts.

The defense has the burden to show that at the time
he committed the murders,

Steven Smith didn't understand the nature
of what he was doing.

Maybe we shouldn't be
so gung ho here, Jack.

Maybe he is better off
in a hospital than a prison.

Tell that to Elizabeth Lerner.

Am | supposed to let him play doctor
in arubber room at Bellevue

just because he tells me
he can't remember?

Come on.
You know it's not that simple.

Even Olivet can't tell us whether he was rational
at the time of the crime.

That's going to make for a wonderful
cross examination.

Only one person knows what Smith was thinking
that night, right?

And he was
in an alcoholic fog.

Well, let's turn on
the defroster.

Hypnotize him.
Take him back to the scene.

If he says that E.T. told him
to kill a couple of gremlins,

then I'll cut a deal
for insanity.

LARSON: What happened, Jack?

You had too much last night, blacked out
and forgot the law?

Hypnotic testimony
is inherently unreliable.

On the contrary,
| was up until the wee hours

reading
supreme court decisions.

Specifically Rock v. Arkansas...

Which held that a per se rule
excluding hypnotic testimony

infringes on a defendant's right to testify
on his own behalf.

In other words, you can't force my client
to give hypnotic testimony.

| don't want him in prison if he's legally insane,
Marge.

I'll tell you what.

If we learn that these murders were the result
of a psychotic episode

that rendered him unaware
of what he was doing,

I'll be the first one seated
at the bargaining table.

And if we don't?

| agree that nothing he says under hypnosis can be used
against him in court.

Heads | win, tails you lose.

Okay.

One more time
on the kitchen floor

Shut up, Josh. Man,
| wanna sing, I'll sing.

Oh, my God.

My head.
What happened, Steven?

| totaled the car.

Where are you?

It's late,
| better get home.

The door's locked.
How are you going to get in?

| gotta get home.

The storm window.
She'll never know.

Who will never know?

I'll be quiet.

Where are you, Steven?

Mommy. Don't hit me, Mommy!

(SCREAMING)

It burns, Mommy! Please.
It burns.

I'll be good.

EIDLER: What did you do wrong,
Steven?

STEVEN: | didn't mean it

| won't spill the Coke on the carpet again.
! promise.

Mommy, don't hit me, please!

Don't or I'll...
Or you'll what, Steven?

It burns so bad.

Tell me, what will you do?

No. I'm sorry. It's bad.

What is it, Steven?

The knife.

I'm sorry, the knife.
It's bad. But | have to.

| have to.

Wow.

It's pitiful is what it is.

But it's clear he knew
what he was doing was wrong.

Translation,
he wasn't legally insane.

Come on, we all know

| can march into a courtroom, show a video
of what we just saw

and walk away with a verdict of not guilty
by reason of mental defect.

And if you put
one withess on the stand

who says that he was legally insane
at the time of the murder,

you'll be suborning perjury.

I've known you for 15 years,
Marge.

| never suspected
that was part of your makeup.

We've gone way beyond
an insanity defense, Jack.

So you're willing
to cut a deal?

And subject my client to the tender mercies of
the criminal justice system?

| don't think so.

Steven Smith committed
justifiable homicide.

He was acting in self-defense.

It's probable that Steven Smith was
physically abused as a child.

Now he's a grown man.
Yes.

But it was the 12-year-old boy
who swung that knife.

Is it possible
that he's just acting?

It's possible,
but | doubt it.

The alcohol,
the physical trauma,

together they could've
freed repressed memories.

| think
the night of the murders,

he was a 12-year-old boy who thought
he was about to be beaten.

It sounded like he was hit repeatedly.
Burned.

It won't be a stretch for Larson to make
a good case for self-defense.

You got no case, come to us. We'll give you
all the help you need.

Steven Smith went into what he thought was the Bartletts'
bedroom at 2:00 a.m.,

which means that he can't argue that he didn't know
they were asleep.

Which means
that he can't argue

that he thought he was threatened
with imminent physical harm.

Which means
there's no self-defense.

But he was thinking
like a 12-year-old.

I'm not certain he could
make that distinction.

| think he could.

The Lerners were found in their bed,
in their nightclothes.

Both were victims
of multiple stab wounds.

Did you come to any conclusion
as to whether they were asleep

at the time
the attacks commenced?

Objection.
Calls for speculation.

Detective Logan
is qualified to testify

as to the opinions formed as a result
of his investigation.

Speculate, Detective Logan.

The time of death was determined to be
between midnight and 3:00 a.m.

The lights were out, Mrs. Lerner was still
under the blankets,

we determined that she was asleep
when the attack began,

and that Mr. Lerner who had defensive wounds
on both hands

was awakened
by the attack on Mrs. Lerner.

JACK: Thank you, Detective.

JUDGE MIKELSON: Ms. Larson.

The defense has no questions
for this witness.

| was with Steven from around 8:00 until just after
he wrecked his car.

And was his behavior out of the ordinary
that evening?

We were drinking heavy, you know. | guess
he was acting like usual.

Turning your attention to the moments immediately
following the accident,

please describe
how the defendant acted.

He wrecked his car.
He was upset.

| said I'd call a tow truck,
and he said to hell with it,

he'll deal with it
in the morning.

And what happened then?

| went to go
get another drink.

Did the defendant
go with you?

No.
Thank you.

What were the defendant's
parting words that evening?

He said he was going home.

Home.

| see. No more questions.

We've put five withesses on the stand. Larson asks
one question on cross.

I'd say she was pretty confident.
Sure she's confident.

Tomorrow she plans on
breaking the jury's hearts.

Sympathy alone
doesn't get you an acquittal.

But it sure as hell
hangs a jury.

Look at those boys out in LA.

This isn't
the Menendez brothers, Adam.

There's no doubt in this case that the victims
were innocent.

That's right.

Only here we have the abusers in the flesh to tell us all
about what monsters they were.

| have a Masters in child psychology from
the University of Michigan,

and a Ph.D. from Cornell.

I've been with the Department
of Social Services

for the last 16 years where I've counseled nearly
10,000 abused children.

Did you have an opportunity to see the videotape
of the defendant

in his hypnotic state?

| did.

Would you say that he fit the profile
of the typical abused child?

Considering Steven's body language,
the panic in his voice,

the substance
of what he was saying,

leads me to believe that he was an abused child,
yes.

When he was 12 years old, would you say that
he hated his foster parents?

On the contrary,
he loved them very much.

He loved them,
yet still he wanted them dead?

Well, you have to understand that the love
an abused child feels

is tempered by confusion,
shame, guilt.

But most of all, by fear.

Now, Steven Smith
was burned and beaten.

In my opinion, he wanted to kill
the Bartletts

because he thought
they were going to kill him.

Thank you, Doctor.

Of the 10,000 abused children
you've counseled, Doctor,

how many were beaten while their abusers
were asleep?

That's an absurd question. So | can take it
that that means zero?

Yes.

But abused children believe their abusers
are an omnipresent threat.

Their abusers.
Not some strangers.

I'm not proud of what | did.

| got help.
| thought | got it in time.

So, you're admitting
you abused Steven?

Warren and |
couldn't have children,

but the problem was | just wasn't ready
to be a mother.

Please tell us more,
Mrs. Bartlett.

Well, it began with
a glass of wine at dinner.

I'd put Steven to bed
and I'd feel so alone.

So I'd have another
and another,

and then | moved on to vodka.

And I'd start at breakfast.

And | was hard on Steven.

He would cry and...
| just couldn't stand it.

So you hit him?

You'll have to answer aloud.

| hit him,

first with my hand, and then with anything
| could find.

A bottle, a shoe.

| was alone in the house
with Steven. | blamed him.

And how did it end,
Mrs. Bartlett?

One afternoon, | was on my second bottle
of vodka.

Steven was in the living room
watching television.

| kicked his can of soda

and it spilled
all over the carpet.

It was a new carpet!

| burned him with a cigarette.

He ran into the kitchen.

| followed him
and | grabbed a carving knife.

I'm so sorry.

Warren came home
from the office.

| don't know what would have happened
if he hadn't come home then.

| started treatment
the next day.

Thank you.

Shall | ask for a recess,
Mrs. Bartlett?

No, I'm okay.

How old was Steven when you attacked him
with the knife?

He was 12.

And you haven't hit him once
in the past nine years?

No.

And he still lives at home
with you?

Yes.

No more questions.

The defense rests.

Well, juror number three
was actually in tears.

After my closing, | hope they'll be crying
for the Lerners.

And that'll make them want to put the mother in jail,
not the kid.

Did you ever consider
the possibility

that Mrs. Bartlett might be exaggerating
to protect her son?

It's just her word.
That's right.

It is just her word, isn't it?
Where are you going?

Well, wouldn't this have been
a slam dunk for the defense

if Mr. Bartlett took the stand
and confirmed her story?

Larson never called him.

My wife had a drinking problem. | wasn't
aware of the extent of it.

A bottle of vodka a day,
you didn't notice?

| was referring to
how she treated Steven.

She said she beat him
with a shoe, a bottle.

You didn't notice?

| was starting a new practice. | was at the office
more than | was at home.

| see.

Now, sir,
correct me if I'm wrong,

but didn't you tell
my associate, Ms. Kincaid,

that when your son
had trouble with baseball,

you worked with him
every night?

You took a week off to help him
with his mathematics?

That was after Leah was in treatment. My practice
was already established.

Yes, but it seems
you had a close relationship.

I'm proud of that, yes.

He would come to you
when he had problems?

Yes.

He didn't understand Pythagoras,
he came to you for help,

he booted a groundball,
he ran to you.

But when your wife burned him with a cigarette
or beat him with a shoe,

he didn't think it proper to confide in you,
is that right?

He was a boy.

Did you abuse Steven, Mr. Bartlett?
| was selfish.

| worked too hard. | ignored my family.
Steven suffered from that.

Did you ever beat him
with a shoe?

No.

A bottle?
No.

How many times did you
burn him with a cigarette?

| would never...

| always protected Steven.
| would never hurt him.

But Steven thought you would.
That's not true.

| love him! He loves me!

And he had no reason
to kill you.

Your Honor,
Mr. McCoy is testifying here.

In my chambers.

The witness himself said that he never abused
the defendant.

He said
he always protected him.

What's that have to do
with anything?

Let's assume for the moment

that the defendant actually believed that Mrs. Bartlett
was going to kill him.

Fine, that's self-defense, but Mr. Bartlett never
laid a hand on him.

He didn't have a weapon.

So tell me, what was he defending
himself from?

The jury can infer he was...
They won't get the chance.

Your Honor, the People dismiss
count one of the indictment,

the charge of murdering
Eileen Lerner.

We'll proceed only on count two for the murder
of David Lerner.

Are you sure?
I'm sure.

And [ further move that Your Honor charge
the jury

that they may not consider self-defense as a
justification for that murder.

Very clever, Mr. McCoy.

This is prejudicial.
And it's the law.

Motion is granted.

JUDGE MIKELSON: Finally,
you are instructed as follows.

In the matter before you,
you may not in any way

consider the affirmative
defense of justification

as aresult of self-defense.

In other words,
the only issue before you

is whether the prosecution
has proven sufficiently

each and every element of the crime of Murder
in the Second Degree.

Namely, did the defendant intend to cause the death
of David Lerner

and did he in fact
cause said death?

JUDGE MIKELSON: Madam Forewoman, has the jury
reached a verdict?

Yes, we have, Your Honor.

On the sole count of the indictment,
Murder in the Second Degree,

how do you find?

We find the defendant,
Steven Smith, guilty.

The defendant is remanded to custody
pending sentencing.

Jury is excused.

Court is adjourned.

{(GAVEL POUNDING)

I'm so sorry.

We split hairs. We won.

But I'm still not convinced

putting Steven Smith in prison for 25 years
is the right thing.

You think he should be
on the street?

You know
that's not what | mean.

The law only gave us
two choices.

Coming?