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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.

Hey, 'za run, Megan?

Sorry, I'm beat.

Pepperoni and grease.
You'll sleep like a baby.

It'll help you out
with Vivaldi.

It's Tchaikovsky. Maybe.

I'll ask Alison
if she wants to go.

Cool.

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, Trish.

Alison Reich, 20.
Stabbed a whole
bunch of times.

Roomy called it in.
She's pretty shook up.

Any witnesses?

We canvassed the floor.
Nothing.

Well, there must've
been some noise.
Any screams?

Well, who could tell
with Bovine Night Nurse
blasting on the CD?

Excuse me?

Maybe it's time
you think about retiring.

You're a regular
Shecky Greene.

Exactly my point.

Diggs, you ever hear
of Bovine Night Nurse?

Alternative rockers
out of Cleveland, I think.

Can you imagine dying
while reading Moby Dick?

Yeah. It almost
killed me once.

You actually
read this thing?

Made it through
about 30 pages
on whale blubber,

then I bailed out.

So what have you got?

Twenty stab wounds
and counting.

Well, if a thing's
worth doing...

I'm thinking
one would have been enough.
This wasn't a pen knife.

What about rape?

My guess, a negative.
But we'll run the kit
and get back to you.

We found blood
in the bathroom.

Could be our killer
washed up before he left.

Send the samples
to forensics.

Lennie, already done.

Had their own
private john, huh?

A far cry from
the open stalls at CCNY.

Maybe if I'd had
a room like this

I would've finished
the damn book.

About time.

Do you know how many girls
live in that dorm?

Oh, yeah.
Tough job.

Six hours of interviews.

Nothing, except everyone
loved the deceased.

Can I help you?Coffee, please.

Get the special.

Just coffee. Black.

Right.Thanks.

So, how's
the roommate doing?

Still sedated.

So, the school
costs upwards
of 30 grand a year.

Smart. Rich.

And dead. Makes you think
about home education.

If I did that,
my kid would be
at the track

instead of two years
into a nursing degree.

He only charged us
for my coffee.

I told you
to get the special.

That's not a mistake?

The waiter's got a kid.

A couple of years ago,
two jamokes put
a piece in his face.

I popped them.So?

So, every once in a while
he slips me a special.

Well, in OCCB,
we call that a bribe.

Well, I call it
a grateful citizen's
way of saying thank you.

I wouldn't give you
an A for ethical.

Ethical?

Fifteen years ago, I'm working
in my uncle's liquor store.

A guy comes in
to buy a bottle
of sneaky Pete,

he gives me a 20.

By mistake I give him
change for a 10,

so I start
to run after the guy.

My uncle says,
"Whoa, whoa!
We're not gonna tell him."

I said, "That's not ethical."

He says, "The only
ethical problem I got

"is whether or not
to tell your Aunt Sylvia."

Twenty-seven stab wounds.

No signs of sexual activity.

I thought
multiple stab wounds
were always sexual.

The guy didn't
read the manual.

Stomach contents
barely digested.

I'd say she died
no more than
two hours after eating.

What'd she have
for dinner?

Well, we find out
where she was
before she was killed,

maybe narrow it down
to who she was with.

Looks like rigatoni
with marinara.

Good. I'll take Luna.
You take the other
2,000 places.

Borak.

Yeah, they're here.

Sure. Lucky you.

Her parents are here.
They'd like to see the body.

Do me a favor.
Clean her up nice, will you?

They're gonna be upset.
Let me handle them.

You know,
a photo ID might be
a little easier.

I have to see her.

You'll call us?

As soon as
we know anything.

Mr. Reich,
I'm very sorry
for your loss.

I have three daughters.
I can only imagine
what you're feeling.

Thank you.

Could you just answer
one question for me?

Rey.No. It's all right.

Did your daughter
have a steady boyfriend?

No. We would have known.

She told us everything.

I see.

I kind of thought
we had a deal.

No, what we had was
a statement from you,
"Let me handle them."

You do know we'll find out
about her love life
from her friends.

Figured that out
all by myself.

You like to pull
the wings off flies, too?

These people
lost their daughter.

You get them in,
you get them out.

Look, there are
two types of kids.

The ones that tell
their parents everything,

and the ones that tell
their parents nothing.

Right. And now we'll
find out which kind she was.

Very smart.But?

Well, wouldn't it have been
just as effective,
and a little bit more humane,

to have asked
the same question
three or four days from now

and get the same results?

Point taken.

The computer assigns you
a roommate as a freshman,

and most girls
are looking to change
after the first semester.

Ali and I...

It would have been
four years together.

When was the last time
you saw her, Megan?

We had dinner
at the student union.

About what time was that?

We left, I don't know,
around 7:30, I guess.

I had a rehearsal room
reserved at 8:00,

and we walked back
to the dorm together.

I had to get my violin.

The girls down the hall
said there was music blasting.

Could she have been
expecting company?

No. That's just the way
she always studied.

Was she going with anybody?
A boyfriend?

Just Josh.

You don't think
that I was...

Hey, we're just
trying to get a line
on this thing.

Well, you're looking
at the wrong person, okay?

Obviously.

Look, I know you're
just doing your job,

but if you want to
save some overtime,
I'll show you who did it.

Some kinkoid in cyberspace.

I downloaded this
from a sex fantasy
bulletin board.

I was gonna give
you guys a call.

He describes the murder,
for God sakes.

And I told Ali
we should go to the cops.
She just laughed it off.

She said I was
being paranoid.

Well, paranoia...

Next logical question, Josh.

What were you doing
reading it?

Homework.

The Literature of Cyberspace.

Professor Cooley assigned
this sex bulletin board
as required reading.

What the hell
kind of class
are you taking?

Sex, Violence and
20th Century Literature.

It was Alison's idea.

I'm gonna get my MBA.
What the hell do I know?

Are you guys through here?

Young Josh may
be onto something.

"Her brown hair,
blue eyes...

"I saw her laughing
at me in class.
Alice Rikhaus.

"A good slashing
would take the smirk
off her face for good."

Alison Reich.
Alice Rikhaus. Could be.

I want to meet
this professor.

Isn't it obvious?

Sex and/or violence define
all contemporary literature.

If it's so obvious,
why do you have to
teach a course in it?

Because obvious and complex
are not mutually exclusive.

More often than not,
the more obvious
something appears,

the more complex
it is in reality.

Now I remember
why I hated college.

Maybe you can
help us, Professor.

We think someone
maybe in your class
might have written that.

I thought the morality police
wore three-piece suits
and ran for Congress.

They beep us
when somebody
ends up dead.

Now, that describes
Alison Reich pretty well,
wouldn't you say?

I encourage my students
to peek in on that
sex bulletin board

to expand their
intellectual horizons
and stimulate a dialog

on the difference between
pornography and art.

I don't believe
they'd actually contribute
to this cybercrap.

Do you think we could
get a class list from you?

You'll have to
see the Registrar about that.

Well, how about it?
Pornography or art?

I give it a D plus,
in both.

"The more I stab you,
the more I want you."

Sounds like Gershwin.

Damn. My college's idea
of sex in literature
was Jane Eyre.

It's not just the colleges.
It's everywhere.

I won't let my kids
near network television.

Last week,
Stephan watched
this mess on PBS

about a crazy woman
who stabs this guy,

spends the rest of the story
trying to wash the blood
off her hands.

I don't think
that's very funny.

I mean, some of that crap
coming out of Hollywood
is dangerous.

Hey, I never met
anybody yet who got killed
by a 35-inch Sony.

You get the names
of the kids in that class?

All 127 of them.

You want us to go
alphabetically
or by grade point?

How about shortest distance?

We leave a message
on the computer
bulletin board.

We'll just send this
to his private mailbox
and hopefully start a dialog.

You know what?
I got a better idea.

Erase that.
Erase it and print this.

Read your stuff.

Am interested in discussing
a publishing deal.

Sign it, Amos Brady,
Pink Publishing.

Amos Brady,
the porno guy?

Yeah. He's always anxious
to do his civic duty.

Here. Here's his
business number.

Friend of yours?

Hardly. I sent him up
for two-to-six
for kiddie porn.

But young Amos
doesn't hold a grudge.

Damn! Should've known
you had something
to do with this, Briscoe.

You saying
he called already?

Didn't know what the hell
he was talking about,

but I read his stuff.
Wasn't half bad.

Amos here's
a real aesthete.

Hey, I don't
go near narcotics.

What?

Okay, let's
cut the crap here.

This bozo leave a name,
or what?

Keep your pants on,
amigo.

What is she,
Amos, all of 14?

You went to college, right?
Supply, demand.

You sell crap to scum.
What's that make you?

The Supreme Court
says this is art,
wise guy.

Biker Bitches.

Did you get a name, Amos?

Merril Grupp.

Very good.
You got an address?

Thanks, Amos.

You know, he's right
about keeping your pants on.

Let's just get this
over with. I want to get home
and take a shower.

Here you go, Merril.

Listen, are we gonna
get started here soon?

You gotta bear with me, son.

It's awful busy
around here today.

So how long
are we gonna wait?

Till we see the dance.

The longer he waits,
the more nervous he gets,

the more cotton grows
on the top of his mouth.

And the more
water he drinks.

A suspect's
more likely to talk
with a full bladder.

Toe's starting to tap.

That's your cue, Lennie.

Let me take a shot at him.

Look, I know
where this kid lives.

You know what
a Pentium Processor is?

Let him come to you.
Don't spook him.

Hey, how you doing?

Listen, I really
gotta go to the bathroom.

Didn't my partner tell you
about the plumbing problem?

Line's like half an hour.
Sit down.

It'll get better
as soon as the shift changes.

Um, look, this is all
a big mistake.

So, Merril,
how long you been online?

Since I was
in the eighth grade.

AOL? CompuServe?
Prodigy? What?

What is this,
good cop, good cop?

You know, when I first
started on the Internet,

man, there was
nobody out there.

Now, it's growing
10% a month.

Well, in some places
it's growing 10% a week,

but most of them
are just flamers.

Mmm-hmm. Hey, did
Alison surf the net?

How the hell should I know?

I never even spoke to her.

You never
met her before?

That what
you're saying?

Yeah.

You were in
the same class.

She won't even look your way,
she's so perfect.
I know what that's like.

What's she gonna say

to a computer geek
like you, right?

Do you know what
a Miranda warning is?

Yeah, it's when
you're arrested.

Well, not necessarily.

We're just talking here,

but I'd like you to sign one
just so there are
no misunderstandings.

Okay, but then
can I go to the john?

I'll have someone
check on the line
for you, okay?

So how long you been
a pervert, Merril?
Listen to me.

The computer is probably
the single most important
invention of the century.

It can do wonderful things,

but it can also
do horrible things

in the hands
of someone like you.

Look, it's free speech.

It's protected.

Free speech, my ass!
It's perverted.

Now, personally,

I find out
you did this,

I'd be perfectly happy
to bring you into a back room
and castrate you myself.

What the hell
did he say?

Gonna need
a mop in here.

You gonna
bring my mom tonight?

Yeah, I think
that'd be good. 7:30?

I wish I was.I know.

Oh, sweetheart, this is...

Lennie Briscoe.My new partner.

Deborah Curtis, Lennie.
And this is Olivia,
Serena and Isabel.

They're gorgeous.

Hey!

Hey, Lieutenant,
you remember my wife,
Deb, right?

Yes.Lieutenant Van Buren.

Good to see you again.Nice to see you.

Hello, girls.GIRLS: Hi.

Can I steal you two
for a couple?

Yeah. I just
wanted to show them
where Daddy's working.

Come here, give me a kiss.

Kiss.

See you tonight.

Bye.Bye.

Keeping Grupp overnight
is one thing.
We can't keep him forever.

We all know what he wrote,
but it doesn't mean
a damn thing.

I'd say it sounds like
pretty good probable cause.

Well, I'd say
you don't know
the law too well.

I bought
this computer magazine
last night,

trying to get
a handle on this stuff.

From a magazine?

Well, I didn't
understand a damn thing,

except I read this article
about the Internet.

Do you know that
100 million new words

go on that damn thing
every day?

What?A hundred million.

Could I make
a radical suggestion?

Yeah.

We get a warrant,
search his dorm,

see if we can come up
with something.

Ah, 21st century
police work.

"Sub-Atomic Particles."

"Ron Stone,
Advanced Programming
in D-O-S."

That's DOS.

"Tropic of Capricorn."
At least the kid's
well-rounded.

It's called
a liberal arts education.

Well, it looks like
the first half of his story
checks out.

Night of the murder,
he was typing dirty stories
from 7:32 to 8:56.

Well, that fits into
the M.E.'s timetable.

I don't know.
A worm like Grupp?

I bet the closest
he gets to girls
is staring at them in class.

I wonder what class
he wears these to.

Some of these pervs
like to keep souvenirs.

How do we know
they're Alison's?

Let's ask the roommate.

Do you know
someone named Merril Grupp?

No. I never
heard of him.

Is he the one?We don't know yet.

Maybe you recognize him.

That weirdo.
I never knew his name.

But you've seen him?

Every morning.

He'd be staring
at us at breakfast.

We'd walk to the library
and there he was.

Ali thought it was funny.

He gave me the creeps.

Megan, we want you
to look at something.

Are these Alison's?

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

Well, thanks for your help.

Wait a minute.

On my way to rehearsal,
I saw him.

Near the dorm?

Walking that direction.
I crossed the street.

Looks like our friend Merril
does a little more than just
stare in the classroom.

Too bad we can't
put him on the scene.

We can if we prove
the underwear's Alison's.

Forensics says no way.

He doesn't know that.

So, Merril,
do you wear the panties
or just kill people who do?

I'm not a pervert, okay?

Look, I don't
want to talk to him.

Okay, sit down.

Hey, I'm sorry
about my partner.

He's kind of inexperienced.

He's a thug.

I agree, it was
totally unprofessional.

But, you know,
we're all just trying
to save some time.

Panties are
down at Forensics.

Boy, they got these
amazing machines
down there,

and anything shows up,
like a hair,
a little flake of skin...

They can focus down to,

I don't know,
like a 100th
of a millimeter.

Oh, we forgot
to tell you
something else.

Somebody spotted you
hanging around
Alison's dorm

the night she was killed.

That was just
a coincidence, right?

No, I was online until 9:00,
and then I went to the movies.

You sure
you didn't stop by there,

maybe to take
a peek at Alison?

No, I don't know
what you're talking about.

Well, that's too bad,
'cause we could've
worked something out.

But, well, I guess
we'll just have to rely
on the forensics.

You know,
all that DNA stuff.

Those machines
they got down there,

I mean, anything
shows up, like, I mean
a trace of sweat, Merril,

and you're toast.

Um, look, I...

I took her panties, okay?

But that's it, see?
I was at a party

at her dorm
about a month ago,

and I was just
wandering around, and...

In Alison's room?

Yeah, and I was just
looking for a picture,
or something, and...

And you looked
in her underwear drawer?

Yeah, but I wouldn't
hurt her, you know.
I loved her.

Just...

He writes dirty stories
about killing her,
and he takes her panties.

This kid's got Attica
written all over him.

It'd be nice if we had
a murder weapon.

It'd be nicer
if Ken Burns was there
making a documentary.

The kid's kinky.

I don't know
if it's enough
for a D.A., though.

Hey, sending little ditties
out into cyberspace

while he's smelling her undies
and bopping his banana

has gotta get boring
after a while.

I mean, any jury'll
make that leap.
What's the problem?

Well, we know the kid
was on the computer
till 9:00, right?

So what? The roommate
said she saw him
heading toward the dorm.

She also told us that
she was in a rehearsal room
from 8:00 till midnight.

So either she was lying
about seeing him

or she was lying
about where she was.

We only have
20 rehearsal rooms.

They go faster
than Knicks tickets.

You charge
a grand a pop, too?

You got a sign-up sheet,
or something?

Music majors get first pick.
Then it's first come.

And I thought all cops
were pot-bellied drunks.

Just my generation.

Last Thursday, Megan had
the room from 8:00 to 12:00,
like she said.

Megan Maslin?Yeah.

You get through
Tchaikovsky's Concerto,

you qualify
for a permanent room.

So she's here
every Thursday?

Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Late shift. The room's hers.

Do you know who had
the room before Megan?

Last Thursday?

Scott Wilder. Oboe.

Nobody appreciates the oboe.

It's an ill wind
that no one blows good.

Well, go ahead
and name one
world-class oboist.

Well, I mean,
you keep practicing
and who knows, right?

You practice
last Thursday night?

Yeah, I was here.

Till about 8:00?I'd say later than that.

Megan didn't show
till around 9:00, 9:15.

Gave me time
to get down the allegro.

She say why she was late?

Violinists.
Think they own the universe.

M.E. said she died
about an hour after eating.

Now, Megan said they left
the cafeteria about 7:30.

That gives her almost
two hours before she
showed up here.

I don't know.
A girl like that?
It's hard to believe.

What, you think
they wear signs?

Think those girls thought
Ted Bundy was a psycho?

Susan Smith look like
a child killer to you?

Said she moved in
down the hall.

Hey, Lennie.

Megan! Megan!

She's definitely
on something.

It was me. I did it.
Alison, I'm sorry...

I can't go for pizza.
I have to practice...

What the hell
did she take?

Pupils are
completely dilated.

Alison...Here it is. Downers.

Empty.Lennie.

Curtis, 27.

Get an EMU
to Mount Amsterdam College,
Phillips Dormitory.

The girl had a bellyful.
I'd say she owes you guys
a big thank you.

Can we talk to her?

Help yourself. But I figure
she won't make much sense
for another hour or so.

Excuse me.

If you need me,
I'll be in 212.

Confession. Murder weapon.
I owe you a drink.

Club soda.
I'm a cheap date.

Okay, what about
your partner?

You want to make him happy,
buy him a couple
of floppy disks.

Hey, well,
don't say I never offered.

Megan?

I wouldn't bother.
She hasn't moved
since we got her in.

Michelle Kates,
Morrissey, Kates and Blum.

I'll be representing
Ms. Maslin. And you are?

Claire Kincaid,
Assistant D.A.

Henceforth, any questions
concerning my client will be
directed to my office.

This your case?

I'll be assisting Jack McCoy.

Jack? Oh, goody.

Is he still bedding
what's her name
with the red hair?

No.

Oh, a serious one.
Don't sweat it, sweetie.

Ten more years
in this business,

even the tax code
will break you up.

What do you say?
Tomorrow, 11:00,
Jack's office.

The blood on the knife
is a match with the victim's.
She confessed.

I don't really know
what this meeting's about.

This is America, Claire.

Everyone's entitled
to ask for leniency

before I send them
on their way.

Well, somehow,
I don't think Ms. Kates
will go all that gently.

Shelly's representing
the Maslin girl?

She's a real piece of work.

Don't kid yourself.
Shelly Kates can work
48 hours into a day.

She's a hell of an attorney.

Yeah?WOMAN ON INTERCOM:
Shelly Kates is here.

Send her in.

Jack.Shelly.

How the hell are ya?

My day just got brighter.

Well, this is certainly better

than being locked
in a windowless room
with you for five hours.

Pretty strong case here.

Don't I know it.

And before you try
and offer me

one of your
low-fat granola deals,

the answer is no.Actually, I was thinking...

Your pearly whites
notwithstanding,
the answer's still no.

So why the meeting?

Do you have any idea
what a messenger costs
these days?

So I figure
I'll save myself the bucks,

maybe take the kid
out to Coney Island
or Yankee Stadium.

Motion to dismiss.

Pleasure, Jack. Toodles.

Okay, first we have to decide
what do we as a society
value most?

The need to protect
the individual

against brutal and
coercive police tactics,

or the need to unshackle
law enforcement officers

in their fight
against criminal behavior?

I think the courts
have answered that
for us already, Counselor.

It's called rhetoric, Jack.

And I assume
there's a point to it?

You bet there is.
This so-called confession

was extracted sans Miranda,
sans the presence of counsel.
Ergo, sans free will.

I have affidavits
from the two detectives.

The confession was
offered spontaneously,

prior to any
police interrogation,

which makes it
per se voluntary.

The declarant was doped up
on upwards of 20 pills,
Your Honor.

She had no idea
what she was doing.

That's a non-issue.
She took the drugs herself.

She can't now
turn and use that

as a means of
excluding evidence
of her culpability.

Nice try, Ms. Kates,
but he's right.
It's black letter.

So is the fact that
the warrantless search
of my client's violin case

renders the alleged
murder weapon inadmissible.

Exigent circumstances,
Your Honor.

The officers weren't looking
for a murder weapon.

They were merely
seeking to prevent
further harm to Ms. Maslin,

who was obviously
in serious need
of medical attention.

Call me crazy,
but if I were trying
to save the girl's life,

my first reaction
would have been
to call a doctor,

not look to see
what kind of fiddle
she was playing.

They were searching
for drugs, Your Honor.

Unfortunately,
I happen to be
one of the few jurists

who'll actually
believe the bloody glove
should have been excluded.

The confession's in.
The knife's out.

"It was me. I did it."
Could mean anything.

In context, a jury
might believe Megan was
confessing to the murder.

Yeah, with any
other lawyer, maybe.

Michelle Kates
could convince a jury

Jeffrey Dahmer
had an eating disorder.

Megan lied to the police.

She was an hour late
to the practice room.

Meaningless without evidence.

So, can I take
my vacation now?

You want something to do?
Find out why she did it.

God, I can't believe it.

We have the evidence
against her. We just
can't use it in court.

I mean, Megan is
the last person
you'd expect to kill someone.

She and Alison
were always together.

There were jokes, you know,
about how close they were,
but none of it was true.

Are you sure?

I'm sure. I mean,
Megan was always
studying or practicing.

You know, she auditioned
for the Philharmonic.

She didn't get it,
but still, I mean,
it's pretty good.

So she and Alison
never fought?

No, not that I know of.

Megan's one of
our star students,

one we actually
thought would make
a name for herself.

There were
no emotional problems?

Not that anyone reported.
No drug problems.

No visits to
the school psychiatrist.

She never even
asked for an extension.

Boy, the perfect student.

Amazing, considering
what she went through
before we accepted her.

Maybe you should
bring me up to speed.

Well, when she was 12,

her father was killed
in a car accident
on the Belt Parkway.

Six months later,
her mom died of
cervical cancer.

The admissions people
nicknamed her
little orphan Maggie.

Gave her a full scholarship.

Was she in foster care?

Luckily,
her sister was of age,

and that kept her
off the state's tab.

Where can I
find her sister?

Looks like she moved to Utah.

You want me to diagnose
someone I've never seen?

We're grasping
at straws, Liz.

At best, it would be
an educated guess.

That's all
we're looking for.

Some pre-adolescents
who lose either or both
their parents

might show some
paranoid tendencies.
"The world is out to get me."

These feelings
are then reinforced

by any setback or failure,
no matter how big or small.

Wait a minute.
Megan tried to
commit suicide.

Is that the MO
for a paranoid?

Look at Jim Jones.

There's a whole lot
more going on there.

Well, isn't there always?

I had a paranoid patient
who jumped in front
of the E train

to escape
imaginary attackers.

Well, I talked
to Megan's friends.

They never noticed
anything unusual.

Paranoids can appear
perfectly rational.

But point your finger
or look at them
the wrong way,

they endow it
with a whole
other significance.

Okay, let's assume
the girl is a paranoid.

Does it make sense
for her to be attacking
her closest friend?

Someone close to her
could potentially
hurt her the most.

Remember, this is
all speculation, Jack.

Keep on speculating.

If she was paranoid enough
to lash out this time,

she might have
done it before.

Claire, didn't you tell me
that Shelly Kates showed up
at the hospital room?

Yeah.Who called her?

Uh, at the time,
I didn't think about it.

Megan was unconscious
the entire time.
Her sister's out of state.

Megan must have called her
before she swallowed
the bottle of pills,

which means they had
a prior relationship.

Time to hit Westlaw.

Nothing. Megan doesn't
even have a parking ticket.

Why don't you switch
to the newspaper database?

Try articles
involving Michelle Kates

and Jane Doe, juvenile.

Three articles.
The first Jane Doe was
a black girl in Harlem.

Second, the defendant
would now be 15.

Third involves
a 14-year-old girl

whose father was
killed by a drunk driver

and whose mother
died of cancer.

Sounds familiar.

Jack, she killed
her older sister.

With a knife.

Yeah, well, even if
we could open
her juvenile records,

it'd be inadmissible
as prior bad acts.

Jack, you have
a relationship
with her attorney.

Maybe you can
work something out.

You heard Shelly.

She didn't want to deal
before our case
went in the crapper.

Kates obviously knows
all about Megan's past.

I mean, maybe, at least,
we can get her
into a hospital.

Somehow, that isn't
all that satisfying, Claire.

Where in your job description
does it say you're supposed
to be happy?

Call Ms. Kates.
Try talking faster
than she does.

Don't believe
everything you read
on a computer screen, Jack.

A serial killer,
I can't take any chances.

A little dramatic,
don't you think?

Two murders with
the same weapon.
You tell me.

First off,
she pled to man one
on the juvie charge.

Second, she didn't
kill Alison Reich
until the jury says she did,

and I don't see that
in the foreseeable future.

She's obviously sick.

Key to this business, Jack,

know what you're talking about
before you flap your choppers.

Off the record?

Sure.

Megan's sister drank.

She used to bring guys
from the bowling alley home

to exchange
bodily fluids
on the couch.

Megan would say something,
she'd get a whack.

Mom died,
the whacking got worse.

Any physical proof
of the abuse?

No. But whatever happened,
she did her nine months
in Spofford,

so legally
she's rehabilitated.

This girl's killed twice.
You want her to kill again?

My job, as her attorney,
is to keep my client
out of jail.

And your job
as an officer of the court

is to protect society,
morally.

Morally? Morally?

She obviously needs help.

Plead her not guilty
by reason of mental defect.
I won't object.

No. No judge is going to
take our word for it
that she's nutso.

She talks to our expert,
I have a feeling we'll have
all the documentation we need.

Fine. But your shrink
says she was legally sane,

we never had
this conversation.

Of course it was difficult
without my parents,
but I survived.

You had to be strong.

What else is new?

How'd you feel
when your parents died?

I was 12.
How do you think I felt?

Look, no offense,

but I never really
bought any of
the psycho-babble stuff.

Well, sometimes
it's good to talk, Megan.

If you're scared or wimpy.

But you're not?

You said so yourself,
remember?

I can see why
you're so successful.

Hardly.

I should be in Juilliard,
you know.

What happened?

The cabbie.

He got me to the audition
five minutes late.

I'm sure
it wasn't intentional.

Come on.

You should have seen
the way he was staring at me.

Report of
Dr. Elizabeth Olivet,

Megan Maslin could have
paranoid delusions.

Claire put the case
on Judge Rafferty's calendar,
morning session, Tuesday.

Well, she can
pull the papers.

I thought...My client says
she's sane as a judge.

That alone makes me
think she's bonzo,
but that's another story.

Sorry, Jack.
I've gotta go
with the flow.

The crazier you are,
the more you argue
that you're not.

So our hands are tied.Not entirely.

Wasn't it you who said
that her confession
was worthless?

Well, seems to me
on my college application

I was required to account
for every year
leading up to admission.

Now, did Ms. Maslin
include the time
that she was incarcerated?

The Dean said that
he was never aware
of any prior problems.

So what? Lying on
your college application
is not a felony.

No. But fraud is.

The girl was
on scholarship, right?

And that's gotta be
over 20 grand a year

for four years
under false pretenses.

That seems
kind of petty for killing
her roommate.

But to defend
against the fraud,

she'll have to
take the stand.

Kates will never
let her testify.

Maybe Kates won't
be running the show.

For six months,
during her freshman year
in high school,

Ms. Maslin was on leave,
due to illness.

Or so she wrote
on her application.

Was she ever specific
as to what illness

incapacitated her
for those six months?

No. We assumed

that it was some sort of
depression following
the loss of her parents.

Was that in fact the case?

As we discovered recently,
no, it was not.

In fact, she was not
hospitalized at all.

Hypothetically,
Dean Kirkwood,

had you known at the time
that Ms. Maslin was lying
on her application,

would you have
still accepted her?

We have an honor system.
We take it seriously.

No, we would not
have accepted her.

Was Megan a mediocre student,
Dr. Kirkwood?

No. Her grade point
average was 3.8.

Well, that's better
than an A minus,
isn't that correct?

That's correct.

How about social problems?
Did she fit in?

She appeared to
have many friends.

Extracurricular activities?

She was first violin
in the orchestra.

Damn.

Smart, popular, talented.
Oh, it's a real shame
you let her into your school.

Redirect, Your Honor.Go ahead.

One more question,
Dean Kirkwood.

Do you now know
what it was

that kept Ms. Maslin
out of high school
for six months?

Objection.In my chambers.

This is great, Jack.
Really, wonderful.

The next time you talk to me
about morality, don't.

Would someone
fill me in here?

The defendant has
a juvenile
manslaughter record.

Which is sealed
and confidential.

That the school discovered
the misrepresentation

is essential to my
fraud case, Your Honor.

Nice try, Jack.
But I'm not going to let you

bring in the back door
what won't fit
through the front.

Thank you, Your Honor.

I wouldn't
thank me quite yet.

The State
sufficiently made out
its prima facie case.

The girl lied.
What the lie was
is irrelevant.

So Ms. Kates, it appears
the only way
you can win this case

is to present evidence
justifying her lie.

You're asking me
to drag her past
in front of that jury?

I'm not asking you
to do anything.

I'm just telling you
the only way I see

for you to keep
your client out of prison.

It's her decision.

May we resume after lunch?

What?

How'd you like
to do us a favor?

Coffee. Light.
Three sugars.

Make mine black.

I could take
a year on the fraud.

I'm going
for the max, Shelly.

Well, there's no way
I can keep her off the stand,

which means I can't
control her on the cross.

Heads, you lose.
Tails, you lose even worse.

I'm remembering
something here, Jack.

Something you said
about a hospital?

You told me your client
wouldn't go for it.

What she doesn't know...

Maybe I just
look the other way.

You're going to
sell out your client?

If she testifies,
anything could happen.

That's right.
She could talk herself
into a murder two conviction.

Or she could cry herself
into an acquittal.

You could be disbarred
for this, Shelly.

Not if it's our little secret.

I'm also remembering
something a very wise man
told me about morality.

What do you say?

I was 14 years old.

My sister abused me.

I had to protect myself.

And you killed her.

She was drunk.
She would have killed me.

I went to a youth facility
for nine months.

Megan, why didn't you
put that on your
college application?

The judge told me
that it would
always be confidential.

He said that
it was the law,

that after I was released,

what happened was
nobody's business but mine.

I believed him.

Thank you, Megan.

So the only reason
you killed your sister
is because of the abuse?

Of course. I don't
go around killing people
for no reason.

Really?

What about your roommate,
Alison Reich?
Did she abuse you, too?

Objection. Irrelevant.

This is a fraud case,
Your Honor.

The witness's credibility
is at issue.

She's testified that
she doesn't go around

killing people
for the hell of it.

I'm only testing the veracity
of that statement.

Objection is overruled.
Answer the question.

I did not kill Alison,
Mr. McCoy.

Approach, Your Honor.

Judge Birch has
already ruled that
piece of evidence

was illegally obtained.
It's inadmissible.

Not to impeach the witness,
it's not.

You put it on the street,
Counselor.

Your client
just stepped in it.

Objection overruled.

I thought
we had a deal here.

I can't look
like a pushover, can I?

This is yours,
isn't it, Ms. Maslin?

Yes.

Forensics says
it's got Alison Reich's
blood all over it.

Let's try this again,
shall we?

Did Alison abuse you, too?

She didn't hit me,
if that's what you mean.

Sure, but there
are other ways,
aren't there, Megan?

Objection.

Withdrawn.

You know we've been
talking to your friends,
Wendy and Trish.

What did they say?

I really don't have
to tell you, do I?

I would have made
first violin
at the Philharmonic,

but Alison hid my bow rosin.

Why would she do that?
She was your friend.

Friend?

Would a friend put poison
in your toothpaste

or ground glass
in your water?

My sister did that,
too, you know.

What was I supposed
to do, Mr. McCoy?

I had to protect myself.

The People request a stay
in this proceeding,
Your Honor,

in order to
amend the indictment

to include
a charge of murder
in the second degree.

Motion granted.

Shelly convinced Megan
to take an insanity plea.

She convince you
to accept it?

Yeah.Something was going on
in that courtroom.

I mean, Kates seemed to be
a little off her game.

We won, Claire.
Don't you get paranoid
on me.

Why not?
It seems to be going around.

The Dean told me
half the student body
requested single rooms.

A little paranoia could be
the answer to a long life.

How much does
anyone really know

about the person
sharing his bedroom?