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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.

Come on.
Let's shake a leg.

There's the bell.

Good morning, sunshine.

You feeling better today?

Good.
Come on, it's a beautiful day.

Let's make it a good one.

All right, young man.
Come on now.

Have a good day.

How are you?

I can't complain.
How's the family?

Liana just got
early acceptance to Cornell.

You must be so proud.

How is your daughter?

10 years old,
acting like L'il Kim.

Mothers of daughters
have more gray hairs

than mothers of sons.

Tell me about it.

All you can do is pray.

Oh, my word.
That didn't sound good.

No.

Call 911! Now!

What do you got?

Hit and run.

So why'd you call us?

I'm not sure
it was an accident.

Jacob Lowenstein.

Lowenstein?
The wife beater?

The one who killd
his little ki.

I saw his coming out photo
a month ago.

I thought, you know,

what's this guy
doing around a school?

You did the right thing
calling us.

Witnesses?

Yeah, a big, black car,
maybe an SUV.

Traveling at a high
rate of speed.

Hit him as he jaywalked
across the street

and kept going.

That's about it.

I'll keep looking.

What about Lowenstein?

Tore off his leg.

I bet he wouldn't
make it to the O.R.

All right, let us know
what you come up with.

No skid marks.

No indication the driver
tried not to hit him.

Talk about your
public service homicide.

If he die.

Well...
it is rush hour.

someone runs him down.
out a month,

Lowenstein's parole
got plenty of press.

That man beat his wife
until she didn't look human,

and did the same thing
to his five-year-old daughter

and left her to die.

And for that,
he winds up doing 15 years.

You know, Donald Cragen
worked the original case.

We'll reach out to him.

We thought we'd talk
to Lowenstein's P.O. first,

and then maybe his ex.

All right.

Served the requird
two thirds of his sentenc.

Model prisoner.
They had to let him out.

System sucks.

Gotta give him
some hope, I suppose.

That's what they say.

Without the carrot,

these guys would be
impossible to control.

And, you know, they're not all
as bad as Lowenstein.

Well, that's the point.

Someone like Lowenstein
short-circuits the system.

So what were the rules
of his release?

Curfew, 9:00 to 7:00,
drug counseling,

random drug testing,

anger management classes,
a 12-step program.

Hey, it's all part
of a package these days.

You gotta try something.

Anything else?

Well, no contact
with minors, of course.

No contact with his kid.

Kid?

Yea,
there was a so.

He must have been two,
three at the time.

He's living
on Long Island somewhere.

Lowenstein was supposed to be
staying in a halfway house?

For the first six months.

You got an addres?

They, uh,
they called me.

You lost track of him.

What am I supposed to do,

call the National Guard
to find the guy?

You know
how many cases I got?

Do you have a more
high-profile parolee

than Lowenstein?

Why didn't you
violate him?

Well, I'm going to,
aren't I?

As soon as I can get
to the paperwork.

Something tells me
that your workload

is gonna get
a lot lighter.

Take it easy, man.

Lowenstein was a coked-out,
crazy creep.

He used Carla
as a punching bag for years.

Bruises, broken bones.

By the time we got there,
her jaw was so swollen,

she couldn't talk.

What about
the little girl?

She was black,
blue, and burned.

When I'm having
a bad night,

this is the one
that comes back and haunts me.

His P.O. said
he had a son?

Ezra.
Two years old.

Malnourished, neglected.

Spent most of his time
tied to the radiator like a dog.

Parole officer also said
that he's living on Long Island.

I'll get you
a name and address.

He was doing well,
last I heard.

Happy ending,
considering.

Speaking of happy endings,
how's Lowenstein?

He's still on
the critical list.

I hope he lingers
a long time

in excruciating pain.

Have you talked
to his ex yet?

Carla.
We're still
looking for her.

Her shrink might
be able to help you.

He resurrected her.

Brought her back
from the dead, literally.

Someone like Lowenstein
is a user, a predator.

He can smell weakness,
vulnerability,

and exploit it.

Like a hyena stalking
a wounded animal.

Is that what happened
with Carla?

Did he sniff her out?

Let's just say
such a woman--

damaged,
vulnerable, lonely--

under the sway
of such a man

would do anything to win
and keep his approval,

no matter how depraved,

no matter what the damage
to herself or her children.

Would such a woman
still be under his sway?

Recovery is possible.
I've seen it myself.

Is it ever possible

that the the prey animal
attacked the predator first,

before he could find her?

A prey animal
doesn't attack a predator

unless it's cornered.

I mean,
if he came to her door,

maybe she might use
a knife or a gun

to defend herself.

But follow him,
stalk him,

attack him preemptively
with a car?

No, I wouldn't
think so.

You sound pretty passionate
about this, doctor.

Maybe we should be asking you
about your alibi.

I'm a lifelong New Yorker,
detective.

I don't have a license.

And...I don't drive.

Look, doctor,
we need to talk to Carla,

if only to eliminate her

as a suspect.

I'll tell you what.

I'll call her.

If she's willing
to talk to you...

She works
in a nursery school.

We thought we'd take
a ride out there,

see if she's got
an alibi.

Her shrink says that we can
cross her off the list

and move on.

I'll do it.

I had nothing to do
with what happened to Jacob.

So, whn
he got parole?

I panicked.

I walked away
from my job,

my apartment.

I was afraid
he would find me.

Why would he come
looking for you?

Because he still
blames me.

Can you believe it?

He never admitted
what he did.

Everything that ever
happened to him

is someone else's
fault.

Where were you
that morning?

I was here.

Drop-off starts
at 7:30.

If I was still
angry enough...

to want to kill him,

it would mean I was still
tied to him emotionally.

And I can't
afford that.

Even after what he did
to you and your children?

You know what I want...
in life?

Not to think about him.

Not remember him.

Not talk about him.

Not hear his name.

That's all.

I don't believe she'd ever
go near that man again,

not even behind
the wheel of a tank.

How is Lowenstein?

He's still critical,

but we may be able
to talk to him tomorrow.

And we did get a location
on his son.

Yeah, Patchogue.

This time of day,

you're better off
taking the tunnel.

Hyuh!

Ez, Brian, two more plays
and we're done.

Come here, would you?

These two gentlemen
want to talk to you.

Thanks, coach.
How you doing, Ezra?

I'm Detective Green.

This is my partner,
Detective Fontana.

Hi, Ezra.
You know
why we're here?

I think so.

I've been
reading the papers.

Is he gonna die?

He might.
It don't look good.

Okay.

Have you
heard from him

since he's been
out of prison?

It's okay if you have.

I--he called
a couple of times.

Have you seen him?

Hey, Ezra.
Dad!

What's going on?

New York City
Police Department, sir.

What's this about?

Jacob Lowenstein.

We were just asking Ezra
if he'd seen him recently.

I can answer that.
No, he hasn't.

Uh, actually,
I have.

Once.

He took the train out.

I met him at the station
for a few minutes.

Don't be mad.
I was curious.

I'm not mad.

What'd you talk about?

He denied everything.

Said it was all lies--
he never hurt anyone.

Especially my birth mother,
my sister, and me.

Anything else?

He asked me
for money.

I told you he didn't
care about you.

It was like talking
to a creepy stranger.

That's exacty
what he is, Ezra-

a creepy strange.

I know.
I'm sorry.

Excuse me, sir,
but where were you

the day that Lowenstein
got hit?

On the Long Island Railroad.

On the way into my office
in mid-town.

Where were you
that morning, Ezra?

Schoo.

You can check with
my homeroom teacher.

You have a car?
Yeah.

We're gonna need to look
at both of your cars.

Go ahead.

We have nothing to hide.

When do you think
we'll be able to talk to him?

Maybe tomorrow.

He's in and out
of lucidity.

The morphine.

He have any visitors?

Uh, his lawyer
and his fiancee.

His fiancee?

That's what she said.

You remember
her name?

She's down the hall,
in the lounge.

We got engaged
about a year ago.

When it started
to look like

Jake's parole
would come through.

Jake?

Can we talk to you
out here?

He gave me this ring
when he got out.

Spent every dime he had
in the world on it.

He loves me so much.

Uh, Shery.

Do you know
why he was in prison?

I was, like, in grammar school
when that happened.

If it happened.

So...you're not worried
about any of this?

About what?

Okay, listen.

We're gonna
give you a card.

If you need anything--

What would I need?

How did you two meet?

Oh, I read an article
about him.

And then I
wrote him a letter.

And he wrote back,
so I looked him up

on the Corrections Department
web site.

They even had a map

and instructions.

Must have made
visiting day a snap.

Yeah, well, we just want
to put this all behind us,

you know,
get married.

Get on with our lives.

Jake's so good
with my kids.

You--you have kids?

Yeah, a boy
and a girl.

They've been so happy
since he moved in with us.

Wait a second.
This guy is living with you?

Since he left
the halfway house.

What the hell
is the matter with you?

If you want to screw up
your own life,

be our guest,
it's a free country.

But to bring this guy
into your house

with your kids?

Yeah, he would never,
ever hurt them.

Does his parole officer
know about this arrangement?

Jacob said he approved it.
So did Dr. Draper.

Said it was his first step
in his return to normalcy.

Who's Dr. Draper?

Joyce Draper.

The therapist
he worked with in prison.

She really helped him
deal with his anger.

You know, about him

being incarcerated and all.

And he was angry
about that?

Oh, yea.

But he was
getting through it.

He was doing
really well, too.

And then this happened.

I feel so guilty.

I mean, we lived
right around the corner

from where he got hit.

But why would you
feel guilty?

Well, the accident.

It happened right after
he dropped Emily off at school.

.

She's just finishing up
with a patient.

We understand your wife
does some work

up at the penitentiary.

Couple of days a week.

The rest of the time,

she sees
her regular patients here.

She ever talk about
the patients she treats?

You mean
like Jacob Lowenstein?

For instanc.

We have a rule
in the house.

I don't talk about
calculus proofs,

she doesn't make pillow talk
about prisoners.

You said it wasn't
your choice?

If I had my druthers,
she'd do something else.

Ron?

In here, honey.

My wife
Joyce Draper.

Detective Green,
Detective Fontana.

Hi.

Well, I'll leave you
to it.

I imagine you're here
about Jacob Lowenstein.

Yes, Dr. Draper--
what can you tell us about him?

I'm not a doctor,
I'm a social worker.

Sorry.

Lowenstein was one
of a number of inmates

who volunteered
to have intensive therapy.

An experimental program,
individual and group.

Did he want
to change his life?

Did he want to straighten
himself out, what?

Because it looked good
on his parole application.

I'm not a babe in the woods.

I don't kid myself
about their motives.

But that doesn't mean it didn't
do him some good, anyway.

Did it do him any good?

I think it did, yes.
Definitely.

After he got ou,
did you hae

any further contat
with hi?

My contact with an inmate
ends when he's released.

And then what happens?

He goes cold turkey?

He receives counseling
as a part of his parole.

Just not from me.

He didn't call,
try to get in touch with you?

He did call once.

From the halfway house.

Told me how hard it was
to be out,

all eyes on him
all the time.

He didn't wat
to see yo?

I wasn't about
to violate the rules.

And that was it--
you never heard from him again?

I didn't give him
what he wanted,

so he gave up.

Uh, did you know
about his fiancee Sheryl?

Yes, met her once.

After a therapy session.

She's got children,
two little kids.

He's living with them.

He's supposed to be
at the halfway house.

The parole officer
lost track of him.

That's not
a good situation.

Well, if he lives,
he's going back to jail

for violating
his parole.

We talked to Carla's
psychiatrist,

Dr. Clayburgh.

Yes.
He's well-respected.

He says that guys
like Lowenstein were incurable.

There is that school
of thought.

Do you subscribe
to that school of thought?

If I did,
I couldn't continue

to do the work
that I do.

The son, Ezra,
his car is clean.

What about his father's SUV?

It's clean too.
Hello?

His alibi is solid.
He was in his office.

He had meetings
the whole morning.

Okay, okay.
Thanks.

That was the hospital.

Lowenstein?
Mm-hmm.

He wants
to talk to us.

It wasn't
an accident.

Somebody did this
deliberately.

What the hell?

Why would somebody
want to hurt me?

You're kiddin,
righ?

Witnesses sy
they heard a cr

accelerating before
and after it hit you.

All those years
in that God-forsaken place.

I paid my dues.

Some people would say
you hadn't even begun.

Forget about everything
you think you know.

I loved those kids...

every minute
I was with them.

Yeah, you loved those kids
to death, didn't you?

It was all

the media's fault.

This whole thing,
from start to finish,

blown out of proportion.

You think they were
hard on you?

They took her side,

all the way--Carla's.

And then,
when they let me out,

they completely
made me a target

with the cameras
and the news coverage.

Look what it got me.

What do you remember
about that morning?

I dropped Emily
off at school.

And then I was walking
to the corner

to get a paper,

and next thing I know,

I wake up here.

And I'm missing my leg.

My leg, for God's sake.

Did, uh, did you see the car
that hit you, sir?

I don't remember anything
after I dropped her off.

You ain't giving us
that much to work with.

I'm giving you

what I got.

So, you find the scumbag
who ran me over.

We're lookin'.

Not lookin' too hard,
are you?

Can't believe
I was safer inside.

How did yu
manage tha?

To stay safe
on the inside?

Guys like you--
child killers, molesters--

I never killed anybody.

They get taken apart
in the joint.

I got a law degree,

and I did legal work
for the other inmates.

Managed to get himself

a correspondence school
J.D. inside.

Kept him in one piece.

Kept him busy too.

He had them lining up
around the cell block.

Writs, appeals
for new trials,

for parole hearings.

Well, he couldn't have
won any of them.

Of course not.
They're all guilty.

That doesn't
stop them from trying.

Was there
anyone in particular

who was bent out of shape
over losing an appeal?

This one inmate,

Lowenstein tried
a couple of times

to get him a hearing
for a new trial.

He didn't take it at all well
when he got turned down.

Blamed it on his lawye.

Don't they all?
Can we talk to him?

He got released
a couple of months ago.

I watched his back.
He was supposed to get me out.

But he screwed up
your appeal?

Twice, till I got me
a real lawyer.

The cockroach didn't have
a clue what he was doing.

Cockroach?

That was his nickname
inside the joint,

'cause he gave everybody
the creeps.

Made your skin crawl.

Okay, you got an alibi

for the morning
he got hit by that car?

You're looking at it.

Anyone else on the inside
have a beef with Lowenstein?

Yeah, take your pic.

Nobody liked him.

He was a whiner,
a teacher's pet.

The therapist--
her experimental cognitive...

whatever.

You talking about Draper?

Lowenstein
was her pet project.

And you wee
in her group to?

Yeah. Want to know the best part
about therapy?

Her ass.

Thanks.

Joyce Draper drives
a 2002 Ford Explorer SUV.

Fits what
the crime lab said.

What if Lowenstein
was her pet project?

And what if,
for some reason,

she decided that this
was never gonna work,

he was never gonna change?

Like Dr. Clayburgh said.

Right.
Remember what he said?

He said
that a woman like Carla

would not have the moxie

to kill Lowenstein
preemptively.

But Joyce Draper would.

Brother, would she.

With plenty of moxie
left over.

We need to look
into her car.

Hello?

Hospital?

Lowenstein just
took a turn for the worse.

I hope he doesn't seven out
before we get the chance

to talk to him
about his favorite shrink.

Okay,
we'll be right there.

Thanks.

Pulmonary embolus.

I guarantee you she's
the only person in this world

that will ever shed a tear
over this guy.

We took a look
at Joyce Draper's car.

Without a warrant?

She offered it up.

Just had it washed
and detailed.

Didn't expect us
to find anything.

Did you?
Yeah.

A hairline crack
in the front grille.

And trace DNA
on the bumper.

Can we match it?

It's a little bit
degraded,

but the M.E. says
it's definitely Lowenstein's.

What about her alibi?

Home alone,
no way to verify.

What about a motive?

Not so far,

but we found out

she quit her job
at the penitentiary

a week after he got paroled.

That's interesting.
So she bluffed on the car.

Well, let's ask her
to come in and talk to us

voluntaril.

She can hardly say no
to that now.

I took a mental health
morning.

Stayed home,
catching up

on back issues
of the New Yorker.

You make any calls,
have any visitors?

N.

Sorry, nobody
to vouch for me but myself.

Where ws
your husban?

He had an early lecture
to give.

The police
examined your car.

I told them they could.

And found a crack
in the front grille.

I rear-ended somebody
ages ago.

Didn't seem worth
getting fixed

just to jack up
my insurance.

Mm-hmm.

Crack in the front grille...

and Jacob Lowenstein's DNA.

Jacob Lowenstein's DNA.
That's not possible.

Maybe you thought
you washed it away.

I really don't know
how it could have gotten there.

Are you sure?

Look, Joyce,

we know why you did it.

You knew he shouldn't
be out on the street.

You probably did the city
a real service.

Hell...I wish I could
throw you a parade.

But you also knew

he was in violation
of his parole.

If you'd picked up the phone
and called,

he would have been
sent back to prison.

Now, I know the D.A.
will consider

a lesser charge.

Vehicular manslaughter,
maybe.

A couple of years
at a minimum security facility,

and you're paroled.

You can go on
with your life,

pick up
where you left off.

We can work with you,
Joyce.

Do you hear
what I'm saying?

All you have to do

is tell us
what happened.

I didn't do it.

The DNA cannot
be explained away.

Please, don't take
your chances at trial.

This here
is your best shot.

Come on.

Tell me what happened.

I can't continue
this conversation.

Not without a lawyer.

She was on the brink.

Just couldn't bring herself
to give it up.

If she did, it'd be
the end of her career.

Well, maybe that's what
we should be looking at.

Her career?

Well, her work
at the prison

with Lowenstein.

He had to volunteer
for her treatment program.

Maybe those sessions
were taped.

If they were,
we might get a better idea

of what was going on
between the two of them.

So, do social workers
have privilege, like shrinks?

It might not matter.

He was a prisoner
in an experimental program.

He probably
had to sign a waiver.

I was Joyce's supervisor
on the study.

I understand that she
resigned suddenly.

The recidivism of certain
kinds of offenders--

sex offenders,
sociopaths--it's inevitable.

It's death and taxes.

And so is the eventual
burnout

of the people
who try to help them.

Is that what happened?
She burned out?

I've been Joyce's mentor

since graduate school.

Her work is her life.

Her marriage,
personal life,

everything else
takes a back seat.

It's a shame.

She had eight years
in on this study.

Less than two to g.

What specifically
made her quit?

She hit a wal.

With Lowenstein?

The study has
a built-in component.

So each researcher
gets their own therapist.

I was Joyce's.

It's a firewall
of sorts,

so their personal feelings
about the inmates

don't stat
to color the researc.

How often
did you see her?

It was supposd
to be once a wee.

But toward the en,

Joyce upped it
to three times a week.

Do you know why?

Lowenstein was about
to be released.

Her stress levl
was through the roo.

She was concerned
about what he'd do?

Take a look
at the tape.

You can judge
for yourself.

Ah, don't worry.

I've always
been a good daddy.

He practically
dared Draper to stop him.

She must have tracked him
from the halfway house

to Sheryl's.

Well, she was
keeping tabs on the kids.

Maybe she called
the school.

This lady
called the office.

Said she was Emily's aunt,

wanted to know
how she was feeling.

What did you tell her?

At first, I didn't
tell her anything.

The nurse's office
is not supposed to.

But she was so nice
and so persistent,

and she said she was trying
to reach Emily's mother.

It's okay.
I don't blame you.

You're not gonna
get into trouble.

I told her she was
a real trooper.

Which she is--

writing and drawing
even with the cast on.

We checked
the phone records.

Draper placed the call from
her office at the penitentiary

two days before
she ran Lowenstein down.

When did the little girl
break her wrist?

A week after Lowenstein
moved in with them.

She fell off her bike.

Draper thought Lowenstein
was to blame?

That's a fair assumption.

And a strong motive.
Have the police pick her up.

Miss Draper?

Detectives.

You're under arrest for the
murder of Jacob Lowenstein.

Please don't handcuff me.

We'll read you your rights
in the car. Come on.

If you're gonna let 'em out,

you'd better
keep up with 'em.

And we allowed him
to go right back

into the same situation,

putting young children
in harm's way.

It's the limitations
of the system.

Too many people on parole,
not enough parole officers.

Well, what's
the alternative?

Keeping guys like Lowenstein
imprisoned indefinitely?

I wish.

Look, I understand
that everything is a trade-off.

Obviously, the D.A. didn't have
a slam-dunk murder case.

Getting Lowenstein
to plead to manslaughter

was the best
that they could do.

That's what keeps D.A.s up
at night.

You go for the max,
you could lose.

You don't, a monster
gets back on the street.

They played the cards
they were dealt,

just as we do.

And what Draper did
was clearly wrong,

any way you look at it.

We can't countenance
vigilantism.

But realistically--
Realistically?

I know and you know--

and Joyce Draper knows
better than any of us--

that the Lowensteins
of the world don't change.

But the law
doesn't know.

Maybe the Chinese
have the best idea.

Summary execution--
a bullet to the brain.

And the family
pays for the bullet.

You're not serious.

No.

The therapists who do
this sort of work

long enough,

end up in the same
dark place.

Which is?

They come to realize
they themselves

have been suffering

from narcissistic,
wishful thinking.

Did Joyce Draper

think that she could cure
Jacob Lowenstein?

Objection.

Dr. Peters can't testify
to what Joyce Draper thought.

Sustained.

You were her supervisor
and therapist?
Yes.

For how long?

Eight years, six months.

Until she resigned.

Yes.

Was her work
at the prison complete?

No, n.

The study still had
18 months to run.

Would you describe
Joyce Draper

as dependable, conscientious?

More than tha.

She was driven.

She was thoroughly
committed to her work.

Did she offer
an explanation

about her sudden
decision to resign?

In the beginnin,
she told e

she thought she was
making some progress

with Lowenstein.

Then she came to realize
he'd been conning her,

using her.

Those were her words.

How close in time
was her resignation

to Lowenstein's release?

Within a wek
of his parol.

And that was the source
of her frustration?

In large par.

Certainly there wee
other factor.

Such as?

I'd say that the stresses
of her work life

had a ripple effect

on other areas
of her life as well.

At home?

This sort of wok

is bound to cause strais
in a marriag.

Can you say more about

the stress
she was under at work?

You might sy
she had a crisis of fait.

You see, it's not so much
the particular technique here

that makes a difference.

It's the therapeutic
relationship.

Between Joyce Draper
and Jacob Lowenstein?

This kind of offender

tests the basic principle
that everyone is redeemable.

Therapists have to work through
their own repulsion.

Was Joyce Draper repulsed
by Jacob Lowenstein?

Certainl.

And Joyce held hersef
to some very high standard.

She couldn't stand to fail.

And she failed
with Jacob Lowenstein?

Absolutel.

Anyone would.
He was beyond the pale.

Did you know that...

from the beginning
of the study?

Oh, ye.

Yeah, but you let her
go ahead with it anyway.

I thought she'd be
a better therapist for it

in the long run.

Why?

Joyce is very talented.

Maybe too talented.

She thought she coud
get through to anyon.

And this experience
would humble her?

In a way,
she needed to encounter

someone like Lowenstein.

We learn so much more
from our failures

than from our successes.

And you set her up
to fail.

I think his testimony
may have cut both ways.

It helped
paint the portrait.

A woman under stress
who snapped

when she saw Lowenstein drop
that little girl off at school

with her arm in a cast.

Someone the jury may very well
empathize with.

It's a strong
circumstantial case.

They're still gonna
latch on

to why a woman
like Draper,

a professional woman,
did something so drastic,

so out of character.

Gives a jury cover.

She couldn't have done it,

despite all the evidence
to the contrary.

So what about the videotape
from their last session?

Talk about
a two-edged sword.

It gives you such
a visceral sense

of how dangerous
Lowenstein was.

It also shows her motive.
You saw her reaction.

What he was saying to her
stopped her cold.

If the defense is going
for jury nullification--

The imminent threat
to the little girl--

a sudden, impulsive act.

The tape supports
premeditation.

She started thinking
about killing him then,

not when she saw him
on the street with Emily.

That was just what
made her pull the trigger.

She had already
loaded the gun.

It's a huge gamble.

It's your choice.

I can't o really
get back to societ.

Done with the halfway house,

with some guy telling e
what I can and cannot d.

You still have almost
seven years of parole

to comply with.

Oh, sure, I'll show p

for the obligatoy
urine tess

and tell my P..
exactly where I m

at all time.

Hey, Dr. Drape,
don't worry about i.

You know me, righ?

I alwas
follow the rule.

Good.

I'm not coming back her,
no si.

No wa.

You know what I'm realy
looking forward t?

Hu?

No, Jacob.
What?

Spending tie
with Shery.

That's natural.

I'm thinkig
of moving in with he.

After you're done
with the halfway house.

Oh, sure, of cours.
Absolutel.

After tha.

Don't you think
it'd be good for you

to have your own place
for a while?

Nah, I never likd
living alon.

I always--I-
I felt I needed a famil.

You kno?

A little gir,
like my Did.

You think that's wise?

Besides, the terms
of your parole clearly--

I know, I kno.

No unsupervised contat
with minor.

Sheryl will supervis.

Sheryl has children?

I didn't realize that.

Oh, yea.
She has Emil.

Cute little first-grade.

This is Emil.

Isn't she cut?

O!

What a fac.

And this is hr
little brother Spenc.

Aw, don't worr.

I've always been
a good daddy.

You're still her.

Writing my closing statement.

You're gonna take it
all the way to the jury?

No reason not to.
That tape was pretty damning.

It's your call,
but a part of me

wouldn't mind seeing
this whole thing go away.

Me too.

You know, this office

has cut a deal with the likes
of Jacob Lowenstein.

We could do the same thing
with Joyce Draper.

I'd be happy to if she'd
allocute to what she did.

She won't?

I spoke to her lawyer.

Dangled the possibility.

She won't accept any sort
of guilty plea.

I guess she's determined
to see this thing through too.

Apparently so.

He's putting her
on the stand.

Tread lightly.

You know, this case
reminds me

of something a wise old
country lawyer once said.

He said, you know,
the first question that you ask

in any murder case:

Did the deceased
deserve to die?

I left abruptly.

But burnout isn't exactly rare
in my line of work.

Did your resignation
have anything to do

with Jacob Lowenstein's
release?

No.

Lowenstein's release
wasn't the reason you resigned?

No, it wasn't.

Did you hate
Jacob Lowenstein?

No.

Can you describe
your feelings for him?

I found him fascinating.

Fascinating?

Highly intelligent
in some ways.

Amoral, without conscience
or scruple.

I wanted to know
what made him tick.

Repulsive?

Oh, certainl.

And did you think
you could help him?

I wanted to tr.

Did you have
any success?

I think through
our work together,

he may have gained
some insight

into the sources
of his behavior,

which is the first step
to controlling it.

And was he able
to do that?

I don't know.

Were you concerned
about that?

I was.

In fact, you called
Emily's school,

pretending
to be her aunt.

They told me
she had a broken wrist.

She'd fallen off her bike.

Were you concerned?
Of course,

But I didn't have any prof
Jacob was to blam.

And if you did?

I would have reported it
to the authorities.

But you knew that he
was living with Sheryl...

and her children.

Yes...I tried to reach
his parole officer

several times.

Did you take your car
and run him down?

No, I didn't.

So how do you explain his DNA
on the bumper of your car?

I can't.
I don't know how it got there.

I keep my car
in a garage.

Any number of people

have access to the ke.

Objection--foundation.

Sustained.

No more questions,
your honor.

We all saw the tape.

And during
that session,

didn't he
as much as tell you

he was going
to harm those children?

I thought he was
being provocative.

Provocative?

It's not uncommn

for patients to want to end
the therapeutic relationship

with a fight...

as a way to get over
their separation anxiety.

But you called the school
anyway...

to check on Emily.

Checking with the school
seemed unobtrusive, and wise.

Why didn't you
call her mother?

I didn't think she'd
tell me the truth.

When you were told
that Emily

had a wrist fracture,

did you call
her mother then?

To tell her that you thought
Lowenstein might be to blame?

I didn't want
to jump in too soon.

When would it have been
a good time to intervene?

When she was in a coma?

Objection.

The truth is,

you weren't really concerned
about that little girl.

I was planning
to check on her every week.

If Emily had other injuries,
then I'd contact her mother,

tell her to make
Lowenstein move out,

or I'd report her
to social services.

I was trying to reach
a parole officer!

You could have gone
to the police,

had them look into it.

Lowenstein was in violation
of his parole!

He would have been removed
from that household!

I was debating
when to do that.

You were waiting for the right
moment to kill him.

Objection!
Sustained.

Didn't you stalk
Jacob Lowenstein?

Follow him
from his halfway house?

No.

Stake out
his fiancee's house?

Follow him when he
brought Emily to school?

I didn't do that.

I didn't even
know where they lived!

You knew which school
Emily attended.

All you had to do
was follow her home.

She'd lead you
directly to Lowenstein.

Isn't that
the simple truth?

I didn't do that.
I didn't.

You never intended
to call the police, did you?

There are several things
to remember about this case.

Lots of people
hated Jacob Lowenstein.

And with good reason,
he was a danger...

to the community,
to our children.

Other people had access
to Joyce Draper's car.

There's reasonable doubt here,
ladies and gentlemen,

and that reasonable doubt

is only strengthened

when you consider
who Joyce Draper is.

A professional woman.

Someone who has devoted

her entire life

to helping other people.

There are people
who belong in prison.

Like Jacob Lowenstein.

And there are people
who don't.

Joyce Draper...

does not belong in prison.

It's frustrating
as a prosecutor

when you're sure
someone's a murderer,

but the only thing
you can convict them of

is tax evasion
or assault.

It's frustrating.
But it's fundamental.

You can't punish a crime
that you can't prove.

That's where

the penal code meets

the Declaration of Independence.

What do you do as a cop

if you're sure
there's a bad man on your beat,

but you don't have
a made case against him?

You don't frame him.
You can't harass him.

You make the case.

You definitely
don't shoot him.

So what should you do

as a citizen

if you're sure
a monstrous predator

has been released
from prison,

because they couldn't
hold them anymore

under the law?

Write your own law?

Run him down
in the street?

You make sure

that the state
enforces its rules.

You get him
for violating parole.

The day he moves in
with Sheryl,

you have the cops
at the door.

You make sure

they watch him.

And if they don't,

if the system
messes up,

if he hurts someone,

like Lowenstein could have
hurt Sheryl's little girl,

you sound
the general alarm.

You call the police
and the papers.

You go on TV.

You make a scandal,

not a plan
to commit murder.

Joyce Draper
is talented and brilliant.

She might be the smartest person
in this room.

She's a sympathetic
defendant,

and Jacob Lowenstein
was a repulsive victim.

It doesn't matter.

Joyce Draper murdered

Jacob Lowenstein.

Deliberately,
with malice aforethought.

And there's no reasonable doubt
about that whatsoever.

She didn't even
really try

to explain his blood
on her car,

because she's
betting on you

to let her get away
with it.

Citizens,
no matter what their role,

if it's a doctor
or a police officer

or a prosecutor...

or a juror...

may not take the law

into their own hands.

Joyce Draper
belongs in jail...

long enough
to make it plain

that we as a society
will not tolerate citizens

choosing who lives
and who dies.

And it's up to you
to put her there.

Is this a record-breaker?

No, but it it is
pretty fast.

The jury didn't
have much choice

after her story unraveled

and you countered Goidell's
wink-wink nudge-nudge

to the jury.

We'll see.

All rise!

Have you
reached a verdict?

We have, your honor.

How say you?

On the charge of murder
in the second degree,

we find the defendant
not guilty.

They knew
she was guilty,

but didn't want
to hold her accountable.

Goidell gave them
a door to walk through,

and they took it.

They don't think
the system works

for guys like Lowenstein
any more than we do.

So what's the answer?

Nobody has one.

And I think that's exactly
why Joyce Draper

is on her way home tonight.

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