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In the criminal justice system,

sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous.

In New York City, the dedicated detectives

who investigate these vicious felonies

are members of an elite squad

known as the Special Victims Unit.

These are their stories.

What's wrong?

Look at those.

Look at this.

I have been searching all over the city for that pair of shoes.

I'll buy them for you tomorrow.

We have to get here when the store opens.

Wait a second.

Now what?

That's not a mannequin.

Oh, my God.

Who is he?

Robin Weller, 27.

What, he had his wallet under his hands too?

In the storeroom, in his pants pocket.

Along with his keys.

One opens the front door.

He worked here.

Robin was the manager.

I got his name off a phone list in the office.

I called the owner.

He closed the store at 7:00 last night.

Robin left at 5:00.

Maybe he forgot something, came back,

and brought the perp with him.

Or the perp showed up

after Robin was already inside.

Then Robin must have known him and let him in.

No forced entry.

He was shot right here, execution style,

small caliber weapon.

But there's no blood on any of his clothes

or anywhere else on him.

Perp cleaned them up.

This sponge was in the sink.

So we're thinking that he was forced to strip,

sit in a chair, bound with this wire,

and then shot.

How'd he get in the display?

See those marks?

Perp dragged that chair through the store

and lifted the body into the window.

Guy's got a set on him,

doing it in full view of the street.

Well, I don't think anybody saw him.

Those shades come all the way down

so they can change the window dressing.

Gave him all the time he needed to stage the scene.

And write "Killer" in silver paint.

He went to a lot of trouble to send a message.

If our dead guy's a killer, who did he kill?

The early bird catches the perp.

How we doing?

It's gonna take weeks to rule out

the store employees and customers.

We got a busload of fingerprints.

I doubt the killer left his.

The crime scene is too methodical.

Wires, shoes, lights.

That must've taken at least an hour.

That's a long time to go without slipping up.

I don't think he did.

Every element of the staging

was intentional and meaningful.

Okay, so what's up with these shoes?

Well, they're all pointing at Robin

as if there was a crowd around, watching.

So you're saying the perp staged it

like some kind of a sick play?

It's theatrical. He wants attention.

It's as if he's saying, "Look at Robin.

We all stand in judgment of him."

Your perp's trying to tell a story.

To catch him, you're gonna need

to know more about who Robin was.

We can ask his father.

He's on his way to the morgue to ID the body.

That's my son.

He looks so old.

He's not even 30.

When is the last time you saw him?

Six or seven months ago.

You and him have a falling out?

Over his mother's death.

My wife passed away last year.

Robin and I disagreed

about her care.

We'll need your permission to search his apartment.

Of course.

Look, I'd like to go home and see to the arrangements.

Sure.

He's not gonna be much help.

Guy's on a lifetime guilt trip.

Fights with his son over his dying wife

and never gets a chance to say he's sorry.

You should take a look at this.

I don't see anything.

Hit the light.

No fluids or sign of sexual trauma,

but check out his hand.

"Green".

Looks like one of those

stamps you get when you go in and out of a club.

The Green Ballroom Club's

on 13th Street, not far

from where Robin was killed.

If the stamp was more than a day old,

it would have washed off.

Looks like he went there last night.

Have you ever seen this guy?

Uh, I don't recognize him,

but that doesn't mean anything.

We were packed last night. A huge circuit party.

So everyone in the place was gay.

Not a lot of straight men feel comfortable in that crowd.

We need to know who was here last night.

Need to see your receipts, talk to your bouncers.

What time do they get in?

7:00, but I can help you now.

Well, I thought you said you didn't recognize him.

I don't, but no one gets in here without ID.

We scan them digitally and store them.

Come on.

People said our business would fall off,

you know, Big Brother watching and all that.

But nobody really seems to care.

Except the guys who are married.

There he is.

Robin Weller, line 71.

Came in at 11:14 last night.

He may have come with friends.

We'll check the names before and after.

The system cost 11 grand.

We had to put it in

after we got hit selling liquor

to a 15-year-old girl.

Can you pull up the photo on line 78?

Ken Randall.

You know him?

Yeah, I know him.

Dad.

What are you doing here?

I need to talk to you about something.

I have company.

Is your company a guy?

Yeah.

You're gay.

Yeah.

You got a problem with that, Dad?

Thought so.

That's why I never told you.

I gotta go.

He didn't know Robin Weller,

didn't recognize him from the picture.

Crime Scene's on their way to Robin's apartment.

Let's go.

Said you wanted to know about the victim.

I pulled photos and e-mails off his computer.

The victim liked to party.

'97, somebody's got a nice crib on Fire Island.

Plus South Beach,

Palm Springs, P-Town-- all gay hot spots.

He started young too. Look at this.

Palm Springs White Party, he's just 17.

And then five years later-- looks like he's 30.

Father was right. He got old quick.

I think I know why.

Anyone find his medicine yet?

Ritonavir.

This one's called Enfurvitide.

Enfurvitide's a new fusion inhibitor.

Both are anti-retrovirals.

So Robin was HIV positive.

He had AIDS.

His T-cell count was extremely low.

And his viral load was through the roof.

And he got it recently.

How do you know?

When I saw his blood work,

I had the Health Department fax me his notification letter.

He tested HIV positive six months ago.

Isn't that awfully fast to get full-blown AIDS?

It's unusual.

Speaking of which,

I already got a phone call

requesting Robin's death certificate.

The body's not even cold. Who called?

An insurance company.

His father took out a policy on him.

How much?

$500,000.

We checked your financials.

You don't have a nickel in the bank.

Your credit rating's down the toilet.

You're broke.

You think I murdered Robin for the insurance money?

Half a mil would solve your cash flow problems.

You don't understand.

We spent all our money on him.

On a son you weren't speaking to?

That happened later.

When his mother was sick,

Robin came home.

I hadn't seen him in years.

Why?

When he was 16...

he told us he was gay.

I couldn't deal with it.

I kicked him out.

When he came back,

I barely recognized him.

He looked terrible.

I-I asked him what was wrong.

He said he had a drug problem.

He wanted to stop, but he couldn't.

You try to help him?

I spent our entire life savings paying for his rehabs.

I couldn't even afford a proper funeral for my wife.

Robin never stayed

clean more than a few months.

I knew it was just a matter of time...

before he overdosed.

So while he was clean,

you took out an insurance policy

to get your money back?

I knew Robin was going to die.

If it wasn't from drugs, it would be AIDS.

Or that boyfriend of his.

They had a violent relationship?

Last time I spoke to Robin,

he called from the emergency room,

crying that the guy had beat him up.

You know the boyfriend's name?

Lydon Grant.

You sure this is okay?

Come on, man, let's go.

No one home.

Oh, looks like a snowstorm in here.

What the hell happened?

Fin.

"Killer".

Single gunshot to the head.

Entry wound, small bore-- just like Robin Weller.

Same theatrics, same perp.

How long has he been dead?

Still warm, just going into rigor.

I'd say no more than eight hours.

It wasn't a snow globe that got busted in here.

Crystal?

80% pure methamphetamine.

Sex drug of choice.

Took a lot of crank to blanket Lydon's loft.

Worth a hell of a lot on the street.

Think the murder's about meth?

Well, we know that Robin and Lydon were lovers.

It's even money. If Lydon used, so did Robin.

Explains the rehab

and why Robin looked so much older.

I mean, meth ages you fast.

And it makes you violent and paranoid.

Could be they both got high one night and killed somebody,

and this is just payback.

But it doesn't scan.

We talked to family, friends, colleagues.

These guys were well-liked. There's no criminal records.

Crystal can change all that.

Lydon had meth in his bloodstream when he was shot.

He wasn't just using.

Nobody keeps that much around unless they're dealing.

Now, if he's a drug dealer, this could be a turf war.

Which means our perp could be another dealer.

Let's find out if Narcotics has Lydon on their radar.

We got nothing in the system

on this Robin Weller.

But this guy Lydon Grant, he's just

a blip on the screen, low-level meth dealer.

Don't have much on him.

Where'd your intel come from?

Wiretap last year.

We were up on a cell phone

that belonged to a runner for MKS.

MKS?

Manhattan Killer Squad. A violent drug gang.

Well, we have two homicides.

The perp painted "killer" on the side of the wall.

MKS ever use that as their tag?

Not that I've seen, but it's possible.

These kids are savages.

- Into crystal meth? - Big time.

They killed their way into control

of a big chunk of the market.

- Cooking it? - Heisting it.

They look for gay men who are heavy users,

beat them half to death, steal their drugs,

then they sell it back to gay dealers.

So a circuit party's like one-stop shopping.

Users and dealers.

Got anybody inside MKS?

Had an informant. Surfaced in the East River.

Haven't found the right replacement for him yet.

MKS crew's mostly young, white psychos from the 'burbs.

Psycho enough to kill a dealer?

Oh, I wouldn't put it past them.

If MKS hit your victim,

there'll be chatter on the circuit.

Gay kids in the club scene

know what's going on.

Thank you for meeting me.

You carrying water for my father?

Nope. He doesn't know that I'm here.

We're working on a homicide

that may be connected to circuit parties.

So let's talk to the token gay guy?

What do you want?

You ever hear of MKS?

Bunch of little freaks from the Island.

They hit the clubs, act like they're into the scene.

But they're not gay.

More like fag bashers.

MKS kid goes into the party,

spots a guy holding meth, lures him outside.

Where the rest of his crew is waiting to roll him?

They beat the crap out of him, take his stash.

Have you ever been hurt?

I'm not into meth.

Fin probably thinks I am. Another reason to hate me.

Your dad doesn't hate you.

My dad doesn't know me.

Why don't you give him some time?

Look, you wanna know about MKS?

There's a party tonight at a club called Euphoria.

Lot of people'll be tweaking, dealers will be there.

Meth equals death!

Meth equals death!

Meth equals death!

Meth equals death!

Meth equals death!

What's happening up there?

Some kind of protest.

Those guys don't look like MKS.

Ain't nothing going down with all this drama out here.

Club must have the same idea.

They're opening the rear fire door

so people don't have to go through the protest.

Captain, check out the guy in the white shirt.

Meth equals death.

Meth equals death.

Hey, play it safe. Use protection.

Go away, man. Leave me alone.

Hey, sweetheart.

You lonely tonight?

Your 12 o'clock, there's a skinny kid

black shirt, blue jeans

hustling a guy in a gray sweater.

Looks like he could be MKS.

Could be just going for a quickie.

Fin, check 'em out.

You like that?

It's going down.

All units hit Cortland Alley.

Police!

Stay where you are.

Don't move. Get down, get down!

Let me see your hands.

Don't move. Get on the ground.

Cuff him.

Let's go.

Captain.

Check that out.

"Killer."

Hey, Killer.

You get that tattoo for offing somebody?

It's my posse.

Manhattan Killer Squad.

They call you "Killer"?

No. King Henry.

King of what?

Garden City, Long Island?

Hmm?

Henry Fanello.

Possession Seven, Grand Theft Auto, Assault.

Oh, just turned 18 three weeks ago.

Happy birthday.

You're an adult.

No more calling Daddy. No more juvie time.

I'll make bail before that faggot gets out of the hospital.

Who's calling who a faggot?

Your gaydar must be jammed.

Yeah, or maybe you're just too scared to come out.

I'm not queer.

You're on the circuit.

That is, until we put you in jail for murder.

Murder?

Yo, I never saw them.

Yes, you did.

And you killed 'em.

And you wrote your name right there.

You think I whacked those fags?

I ripped 'em off, that's it.

Why do you target gay men?

They're easy marks.

Don't call the cops when they get jumped.

Don't want anyone to know about their freaky sex lives

and their meth jones.

Killer.

Your tag, your crime. I swear.

I didn't do it. I didn't kill no one.

Can I talk to you two for a minute?

I think I know what "Killer" means.

Yeah, him.

Doc doesn't think so.

Lydon Grant had AIDS, just like Robin Weller.

Well, that's not a surprise. They were lovers.

They both had the same strain of HIV.

The so-called killer strain.

Progresses from infection to death

in less than a year, resistant to most drugs.

First time I've ever seen it.

If Robin or Lydon had unprotected sex

with anyone else, they could've infected their partners.

Making them both killers.

Well, this could be revenge.

Somebody who knew both Robin and Lydon

had the new strain of HIV.

Maybe a sexual partner one of them infected.

Or a vigilante wiping out HIV victims.

Specifically crystal meth users who are gay.

The whole country's swimming in crank.

Why just kill gay men?

Because after years

of keeping HIV in check,

meth is causing an increase in new infections,

especially among gay men in the club scene.

They call it "PNP"-- Party-N-Play.

When you're tweaking on meth,

you can have sex for hours.

But you're high, so you're not likely to use a condom.

And much more likely to spread HIV.

Then why'd the perp trick out the victims?

That just calls more attention to himself.

The guy's desperate.

He wants people to wake up, to pay attention to the danger.

But how did

our perp know that Lydon and Robin had HIV?

I mean, this is not something that you advertise.

It had to be a mutual friend

or someone like a doctor or health care worker

who knew they were both infected.

As soon as they tested positive,

they'd have to submit a list of their sexual contacts

to the Health Department.

I can't discuss anyone's HIV status.

Not a discussion, it's a homicide investigation.

Department policy.

Look, sir, someone in this office

could be killing people with AIDS.

You don't help us, we subpoena your records

and bust you for obstruction.

Look, you didn't hear this from me.

They said don't talk about it.

Don't talk about what?

Our computers were hacked.

Somebody got the names of people with HIV?

It happened in Florida too.

Well, shouldn't you tell the public?

Our files are encrypted.

Hacker won't be able to read the list.

We need those names.

We're reconstructing the files.

They were damaged when he copied them.

He?

You know who did this.

We can't prove it, but our overnight supervisor

caught a janitor sitting at a computer terminal.

What's the janitor's name?

Gabriel Thomason. We fired him.

You wouldn't happen to know where he lives.

No, but I can tell you where he spends his time.

Wouldn't stop talking about some AIDS group

called The Rainbow Army.

We're looking for Gabriel Thomason.

Hey, Gabe!

Got some folks here to see you.

I'm Gabriel Thomason, can I help you?

Detective Benson, Tutuola.

Saw you last night at Club Euphoria.

I had a permit for the protest.

Yeah? Where'd you go afterwards?

I, uh, hit a couple of clubs to look for condoms.

What's the matter with the drug store?

I was checking on their supply.

There was a time when

all the clubs had bowls of free condoms.

So now you run the condom patrol,

since you got fired from your janitor gig.

That was a misunderstanding.

We heard

you hacked the Health Department's computers.

Yeah, what were you looking for?

Uh, actually, I was checking my e-mail.

It's typical.

They have a problem, blame it on the faggot janitor.

He's gonna stick to that story,

and we can't prove otherwise.

He knows we can't nail him.

I bet my paycheck he got that list.

Maybe we should talk to somebody

at the Gay Officer's League.

Have a cop go undercover inside the Rainbow Army.

Gabriel's already raised up. He smelled a rat.

So where to next?

I'm gonna drop you off at the squad.

I got a stop to make.

Informant?

Maybe.

Gotta go, Dad.

I just need a minute.

I made enough mistakes with you already.

I'm not trying to do it again.

Come on, man, I'm working on a case.

Is it the one Olivia told me about

with the circuit parties?

She talked to you?

Yeah. About MKS.

Okay, I wanna show you a picture of a dead guy.

Can I do that?

Yeah.

Why "Killer"?

The victim had a new killer strain of HIV.

You can't scare me out of being gay.

I'm not trying to.

Then why ask me about this case?

Okay, this guy was murdered after he came out

of the Green Ballroom Club the night

you were there.

That's how you found out about me.

It's all over the circuit about these two guys.

I heard about this.

You ever heard about the Rainbow Army?

See their flyers everywhere.

They do good work.

You think they're involved?

It's possible.

I mean, they're trying to help gay men, not kill them.

Well, somebody is killing these guys,

and if we don't find him, I guarantee you

he's gonna kill more.

And you're telling me this because I'm gay

and you want me to be careful?

Yes.

And I also need a favor.

Okay.

You still majoring in computer science?

You know, I don't have classes on Tuesday.

I could come every week.

Good. We do a lot of demonstrations.

Are your parents gonna have a problem if you get arrested?

Oh, they'd be proud of me.

This one dude, his family could deal with him being gay,

but they hated it when he wound up in the papers.

"You gotta be so public about it?

The whole world's gotta know?"

Right, what will the neighbors think?

Hey, how's it going?

The glasses cam works great.

Who's Ken talking to?

His name's Jason. Office manager.

Hey, Gabriel. Hi, Jas.

This your man? Yeah.

Ken Randall, Gabriel Thomason.

There's our friend.

Jas told me all about ya.

Not much to tell.

Well, we're glad to have you.

You know, we, uh, we need all the help we can get.

Seeing guys get sick, being stupid

makes me want to do something.

Cool. You wanna come inside for a sec?

Sure. You good?

Yeah.

So Jason tells me you're a computer science major.

Thinking about software engineering.

Unless I go premed.

But you're good with computers.

That's what my professors say.

Your fish just bit the hook.

Not yet.

He's still sniffing the bait.

From one computer to another, so--

I could teach you.

I want to help out. I think you guys do great work.

Good. Well, actually, um...

I got a little software problem.

What kind?

It's a file I can't open.

Come to you by e-mail?

It's, uh, it's on a disk.

From a different operating system?

You lost me.

Windows, Mac, Unix--

you go from one to another, stuff gets garbled.

Well, if I just give you the disk,

do you think you can open it?

I'll try.

There you go.

There's a better chance I'll be able

to open this on my setup at home.

All right,

well, just, uh,

take it and make sure I get it back.

What's the file you need opened?

It's a list of names.

Got him.

Theoretically, encryption's built into a system

with its own encoding key, but Gabriel corrupted the file.

When it wouldn't open, he saved it in another format.

Is it compressed?

I don't think so.

Maybe it's a UUE extension or something like that.

I'll try that.

There you go. What do you think, Dad?

Not bad, huh?

That looks like our list.

Gabriel needs the list--why?

To warn men or to kill them?

Well, if he wants to stop

the spread of the killer HIV strain,

he might kill anyone who's infected.

Then we canvass everybody on that list

and anybody who slept with Lydon Grant

or Robin Weller.

Wait a minute.

Gabriel's last name is Thomason.

One of the names on Robin's list

is Alexander Thomason, age 23.

Died three months ago.

Before that, he lived at

458 West 10th Street, apartment 3B.

That's Gabriel's address.

Alex Thomason is his younger brother.

I know a couple of families with two gay kids.

If Alex and Gabriel were close...

Gives Gabriel mondo motive to murder Lydon and Robin.

And let the whole world know they were "killers".

But why the Health Department list?

He already avenged his brother's death.

Gabriel wanted to know who infected Lydon.

It's a chain.

He's working his way backwards.

Go pick Gabriel up

before he finds his next victim.

Meth equals death!

Meth equals death!

Meth equals death!

Meth equals death!

Meth equals death!

Meth equals death!

Meth equals death!

Meth equals death!

Gabriel Thomason.

Uh...

We're busy, detectives.

I can speak with you at the office tomorrow.

Put the sign down, please.

This is a peaceful protest, but she's gonna arrest me.

And what are the charges?

Loitering while gay?

No. Homicide.

Gabriel Thomason,

you are under arrest for the murders

of Robin Weller and Lydon Grant.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you

in a court of law.

I admit it.

I killed Robin and Lydon.

But what are two lives compared to the thousands

that could be lost if the super strain becomes an epidemic?

So you're confessing to murder?

What choice did I have?

They're high on meth, having sex with each other

night after night, exposing their partners,

who would infect their next partners.

Just like they infected your brother.

Alex always used a condom.

Got tested regularly.

Until Robin Weller

got him hooked on crystal meth.

I saw Robin at the club that night.

He was so high, he didn't remember me.

I came onto him.

He took me back to the shoe store, he was...

expecting sex.

He killed my brother. I killed him.

So you play God?

Decide who lives and who dies?

It's called a Messiah Complex.

Gabriel believes that he can see things

no one else can see, like a prophet.

So he's insane.

No, he knows that it's wrong to kill.

He just feels justified in his actions.

Then why was he so careful not to get caught?

Because he still has work to do.

Killing for the cause.

He believes in what he's doing.

That's why he confessed.

Yeah, and the defense will argue

extreme emotional disturbance.

Gabriel was driven temporarily insane

by grief over his brother's death.

You really think I'm that predictable,

Casey?

Well, you're too late, Carolyn.

Your client gave it up.

Did he? Mm-hmm.

Doesn't matter.

Gabriel won't serve a day in prison.

How you gonna pull that off?

You really expect me to give you all my secrets?

See you at arraignment.

Docket ending 497.

We'll hear a plea, Ms. Maddox.

Not guilty.

The defense can't argue diminished capacity.

Gabriel Thomason clearly stated in his confession

that he knew what he was doing, and he knew it was wrong.

We're not arguing EED.

Your honor, the plea is self-defense

under the accepted theories of "imminent harm"

and "greater danger". Self-defense?

Robin Weller was tied to a chair

and shot point blank in the head.

How could he have posed

a risk to Gabriel Thomason?

Robin Weller and Lydon Grant

were the carriers of a lethal virus.

But Gabriel wasn't having sex with them.

He was never in danger.

Two men with HIV

having drug-fueled,

compulsive sex puts other gay men in danger.

My client was defending

the entire gay community from two men

whose sexual behavior threatened thousands.

Your Honor, this is ludicrous.

It's an interesting argument.

I'm not sure it'll work, but the jury should hear it.

I'm going to allow the defense.

At the Centers for Disease Control,

we monitor HIV exposure patterns.

Then you must be very concerned about this new strain

of HIV.

It may be more lethal than anything we've seen

in the history of this epidemic.

What does the CDC recommend we do?

Notify the public, increase education,

and preventive measures.

Some people are proposing more radical solutions.

Like what?

Prosecuting people

who knowingly infect their partners

or making them

bear a part of the cost of their medical treatment.

How about killing people who have the virus?

Certainly not.

Killing is obviously not the answer.

Thank you.

Your witness.

Dr. Sloan, is there any treatment

for this new strain of HIV?

It's resistant to most

drug therapies.

We're trying to develop new treatments.

The virus has mutated,

changed to fight off our attempts

to kill it.

If it spreads further, we may not be able to stop it.

Ever.

So you're saying those infected will die quickly.

Yes.

I believe we might be on the verge of a disaster,

a new worldwide pandemic.

What can we do-- test everyone and

quarantine those with HIV to a desert island?

Back in the '90s, the New York City Health Department

established detention centers for people with TB

who refused to take their medicine.

Sounds like a good way to protect the public.

Why haven't you tried that?

The law doesn't allow us to quarantine people with HIV.

So those infected with this new strain

can keep on having unprotected sex

and spreading this virus?

Yes. We have no way to stop them.

Thank you.

Well, I came of age

hearing about how so many gay men died

in the '80s, when there was no treatment.

And now it's happening again because of crystal meth.

How does that make you feel?

Lonely.

Afraid.

Hopeless.

How do you deal with that?

By trying to make a difference.

Teaching young gay men to protect themselves.

I joined the Rainbow Army

to bring the message to the circuit.

Have your efforts been successful?

I couldn't save my own brother.

Alex tested positive last year, and...

And he died five months later.

After the funeral, I read his diaries,

I made a list of the people that he slept with.

Why?

So I could tell them to be tested.

Was Robin Weller one of the men you talked to?

Yes.

And he--he told me he had the killer strain too.

That it was positive before he had sex with my brother--

That he knew, he didn't tell Alex--

And he infected him.

And that made you angry.

Yes.

And then I saw Robin

at the clubs, picking up young guys.

I tried to warn them, but they were high on meth.

They wouldn't listen.

I couldn't save them.

Robin was gonna murder them.

Just like he murdered my brother.

And that's why you killed

the two men responsible for Alex's death.

I had to protect the other men they would've infected

and all the men they would've infected.

Gabriel, do you think you did the right thing?

I do.

By stopping two lives, I saved thousands more.

Thank you.

"Stopping two lives."

That's some pretty fancy gift wrapping.

You murdered two men, didn't you?

Yes.

But they could've murdered thousands of innocent others.

Like your brother.

You think Alex was innocent?

Of course.

Your brother wasn't raped.

He chose to have sex without a condom.

You're blaming him?

You heard Dr. Sloan

testify about the need for personal responsibility.

Robin Weller wasn't behaving responsibly.

But neither was your brother.

Well, Alex--Alex

didn't know any better.

He was young, he was high--

So was Robin Weller.

You blame one, you blame both.

And what if Alex hadn't died?

What if he'd gone on using meth and partying?

He could've infected others.

Would you have "stopped" his life?

Answer the question.

Would you have killed your own brother?

There are no mysteries here.

Two people are dead.

Gabriel Thomason has told you

that he shot and killed them both.

And why he did it.

In 1981, 41 gay men were diagnosed

with a rare form of cancer

no doctors had ever seen before.

Now 40 million people are infected with HIV.

40 million.

Gay and straight.

And we keep hoping that they'll do something about it

before it's too late, and no one does.

That's why Gabriel Thomason took matters

into his own hands.

Robin Weller and Lydon Grant infected

dozens of men.

And could've infected hundreds

if their drug and sex binge continued.

They were terrorists.

Let me put it to you this way.

You walk out of there tonight, and on the courthouse steps

is Osama Bin Laden holding a dirty bomb.

Everything you know about this man tells you

that he will detonate it and turn Manhattan

into a nuclear wasteland.

You've got a gun.

Would you shoot him to save the city?

Desperate times require desperate measures.

Gabriel Thomason did what he had to do

to save innocent lives.

Now it's your turn.

Do what you have to do.

Find him not guilty.

Millions dying of AIDS is an unimaginable tragedy.

But does that mean that two more deaths,

two murders don't matter?

The defense argues that these murders were justifiable,

because they prevented future deaths.

It might sound rational. But consider this.

Tobacco executives-- they make cigarettes.

And hundreds of thousands of people who smoke

die of lung cancer.

Would it be all right to murder the tobacco CEOs?

If you think the two situations

aren't the same, think again.

People who smoke-- they know the risks.

And they choose to smoke despite them.

Just like people who choose to get high

and have sex without a condom.

So don't blame the victims.

Gabriel Thomason broke the law.

He killed two men.

He knew what he was doing, and he knew

it was wrong.

You must hold him responsible.

2-1 he walks.

I wouldn't take those odds on a double homicide.

Safe money, 25 to life.

You didn't see Gabriel on the stand.

When he cried, the jury believed him.

No, they didn't.

Guilty. Murder 2, both counts.

Guess the jury didn't buy his tears.

Sentencing report will ask for the max.

Consecutive, Gabriel gets 50 to life.

Judge could still drop it down.

Not after she hears Robin Weller's

father.

He's looking for revenge. She'll give it to him.

Your Honor, Robin Weller's father

would like to make a statement

before you sentence Gabriel Thomason.

Step up, Mr. Weller.

I miss my son.

I miss him every day.

There were years when we didn't speak.

When I was so angry at him for his life.

For his behavior.

But now I regret that.

It's painful every day.

But the last six months I missed him

the most, because he wasn't my son anymore.

He'd been taken over by his addiction.

And the Robin I knew was gone.

I don't know how many people Robin infected

or how many more he would've infected

if he'd lived.

I don't approve

of what Gabriel did.

But I understand why he did it.

I didn't think I'd feel this way.

I thought I'd want revenge.

Please...

don't punish him too severely.

Thank you.

The court appreciates your statement.

I couldn't stay and listen.

How much time did Gabriel get?

15 years.

It's the minimum for murder.

He would've gotten a lot more if you hadn't spoken up.

I did so many things wrong with Robin.

Sure you did the best you could.

The night he told me he was gay,

I told him I wished he was dead.

I'd give anything to have another chance with my son.