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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.

I ran into your mother at
Christophe's this morning.

How was she?

She told me your cousin Bruce invited
her out to the island for the weekend.

She said it would be nice to
spend some time with her family.

Subtle. We should
have her over for dinner.

Sure. How about next week.

Aren't you in London
all next week?

She just wants to
see the kids anyway.

Leave me alone!

Did you hear that? What?

Sounded like someone yelling.

Stop it! Get away from me!

Well that's coming from the
park. It sounds like a woman.

Hello? I have an emergency.

Burt, it stopped.

Couple in an apartment across the street
heard some screaming and called 911.

Concerned citizens. Must be
new in town. When was this?

Dispatch logged the call at 9:08
and sent a car. Our guys found that.

Blood looks fresh.

Yeah. So do the clothes.

Bloomies, Loehman's.

Nice rags for a paper suitcase.

Old guy walking his dog. Came
through 15 minutes before the screaming.

Says he saw a woman
sitting on the bench over there.

Sitting alone? Yeah, alone.

Couldn't say how old
or what she was wearing.

Maybe you should've
asked the dog.

Hey, can I use your flashlight?

He didn't happen to mention if
she was wearing glasses did he?

Yeah, he said she was.

Well, she isn't now.

So, we've got a bag
of clothes, some blood,

two witnesses who may have
heard screams from 10 floors up,

and a dog lover who
saw a woman on a bench.

You want us to throw
this back to the 31?

Unless you've got a block of
free time I don't know about.

Latent pulled some
prints off the glasses.

Karen Brewster, female
Caucasian, 38 years old.

What's she in the system for?

Misdemeanor loitering, picked
up during one of his honor's

neighborhood sweeps
a couple of years back.

She gave an address in Brooklyn.

What'd the lieutenant
have to say?

She said run with it.

Karen hasn't lived at
home for over a year.

Has she done something wrong?

We don't mean to alarm you,

but, are these your
daughter's glasses?

Oh my God, yes. Is that blood?

Yes. We found them
in Riverside Park.

Karen... Is she hurt?

We don't know. When's
the last time you saw her?

About five weeks ago.

Ron was in the
hospital. A small stroke.

Karen came to see
him. It was awful.

She pushed my doctor.
Knocked him down.

Why'd she do that?

She said the voices told her the
doctors were trying to kill her father.

Schizophrenia, Karen was
diagnosed, her second year in college.

Mrs. Brewster, has she
called? Been in touch?

No, have you checked
her apartment?

No. Where?

West 16th. I called her this
morning, but there wasn't any answer.

Watch your head.

What is all this stuff?

HDTV protectors.

She read this article
about digital television,

and got worried the
signals might fry her brain.

A little late, if you ask me.

Mind if I open a window?
Yeah, you can try.

Newspapers from a
couple of months ago.

Junk mail from
Labor Day discounts.

She hasn't been here in a while?

I told you. Her parents slip me
few bucks to keep an eye on her.

You know, they pay the
rent too. They tell you that?

She was doing fine till a few weeks ago,
but I haven't seen her in maybe a month.

Sounds like the Brewster's
were getting their money's worth.

I'm not seeing a phone book.

Well, first you
gotta have a phone.

I found it in the trash.
She disconnected it.

She thought the CIA might
use it to uh, listen in on her.

Hey, Ed, you see a padlock
around here anyplace?

No.

It's a key for a Pratt padlock.

Has she got a storage locker?

Nope.

Maybe her doctor
knows what the key's for.

Dunning letters from
a collection agency.

She didn't pay
her medical bills.

I told the agency
not to bother her.

Even if Karen had the money, it
wouldn't occur to her to pay me,

no matter how many
letters they sent.

Do you know if she had any friends,
or anybody who was bothering her?

I wouldn't know. In any event I
can't discuss what she's told me.

Hey, give us a hand here, Doc.

The woman was attacked last night
and now we can't find her anywhere.

Can you point us
in the right direction?

I don't know anything about
her present circumstances.

I stopped treating
her six months ago.

Okay, how about telling us why?

After her father retired, his
employer's insurance plan dropped her.

She couldn't afford
to stay in treatment.

And I couldn't afford
to treat her for free.

Somebody in her condition,
she'd be taking a lot of meds, right?

Yes, or course. Why?

We didn't find any
in her apartment.

You wouldn't. She never let them
out of her sight. She didn't trust anyone.

Somebody was
writing her scripts.

Medical histories are
confidential, Detective.

Look, we know this
woman filled some

prescriptions written
by one of your doctors

at a drugstore in
her neighborhood.

Now she's missing
and we need to find her.

Karen Brewster.

Sorry, Medicaid outpatient
for six months, admitted twice.

Discharged the last
time 16 days ago.

She had prescriptions for Clozapine,
Haloperidol and Biaxin. What're those?

The first two are for schizophrenia.
And Biaxin is an antibiotic.

An antibiotic? I can't...

Hey, if we've got a sick
woman wandering around,

isn't that a public
health hazard?

She was admitted for pneumonia.

What?

You better talk to Security.

She was sharing a room
with three other ladies.

One of them heard her call
out in the middle of the night.

And thought she saw
somebody run out of the room.

What'd Ms. Brewster say?

She said it was the CIA.

There was a rip in her gown.

She looked pretty shook
up. So what'd you do?

Took a report, sent
a copy to the 13.

What happened to Ms. Brewster?

She stayed around
for a couple of weeks

till she got better and
then was discharged.

Don't psych patients sometimes
get bumped to a halfway house?

Yeah, city health rule.
Residential living center.

Yeah, can you find out if Ms.
Brewster was ever a resident?

Karen Brewster, sure.

She's been in and out of here three or four
times this past year or so. Is she okay?

We don't know. When was
the last time you saw her?

Um. Friday night. She
took off after dinner.

She usually stays a few weeks.
This time, it was just couple of days.

Seems she's been bouncing around
a lot these last couple of months.

Well, she had a lot bouncing around in
that poor brain of hers. I hope she's okay.

We're starting to get the picture
somebody might've been stalking her.

Oh, well that explains that.

Couple of months
ago, she came to me

and asked me how she
might avoid getting pregnant.

She was naive in that area.

Wait, she had a boyfriend?

I asked her. She said somebody in
her condition couldn't have a boyfriend.

She was worried
about getting raped.

Any woman living on the street
has to be worried, all the time.

That girl you're looking for, she
bought a knife off me on Friday.

Gave him 50 bucks cash.

I don't have to pay taxes
on that now do I 'cause...

Nah, we'll get you a
waiver from the IRS.

She say what she
needed the knife for?

On account of the CIA. I'm
not the only one they're after.

After you sold her the
knife, what'd she do?

She caught a cab around
the corner by the falafel stand.

Did she say where she was going?

No. But she used to talk about
having a house on the beach.

She said she liked to sit on
the shore and feed the gulls.

Yes. That's her. I
keep the windows open,

but the cab still
smells from her.

If Mr. Mayor
didn't make it a law

I never would pick
up such a person.

Where did you drop her off?

79th Street and Riverside Park.

Thanks for your help.

A guy like that runs out of
gas north of 110th Street.

Riverside Park.
We've come full circle.

There's the marina on 79th.

Karen's beach house.

It's a Pratt. Should
have kept that key.

Nah, you don't need a
key for a Pratt, watch this.

Looks like the
CIA beat us to her.

The M.E. says she was strangled,

couldn't tell if it was
before or after she had sex.

Rape? Probably.

There's evidence of assault,
fluids, bruising around her pelvis.

And the body was
covered with a man's coat.

Any injuries to explain
the blood in the park?

It wasn't her blood.
She's A negative.

His blood. She
fought him off once.

He followed her
to the container.

Any markings on his coat?

No. But we found a
pawn ticket near her.

For a man's watch.

Green's calling all the
pawn shops in the area.

How industrious.

Yes sir, thank you.
9th Avenue Loans.

The ticket number matches
a watch stolen last Thursday.

Get the details. And Detective,

it's lucky for you this
turned into something.

That's gotta hurt.

Same coat. He's our guy.
We'll want a copy of that.

You rent it for two nights,
get the third night free.

You don't seem too
upset over the loss.

A 20-year-old Bulova?

I couldn't care less, except
I'm still picking glass off the floor.

Did he leave a name and address?

Before or after he put his
elbow through my display case?

When he pawned the
watch in the first place.

Oh, he didn't pawn
it. Crazy woman did.

Karen Brewster.

Yeah. Day before.
Gave her 50 bucks for it.

She said it used
to be her father's.

I hope she doesn't
come back for it.

I wouldn't worry
about it. Thanks.

Some guys, they stalk a woman, they
steal her undies out of the laundry basket.

This guy's more practical.

Now he can tell when it's
dinner time at the shelter.

Harvey. Wouldn't
give me his last name.

Mass and mulligatawny,
Tuesday nights.

You're sure?

When a grown man throws a tantrum
in the middle of services I remember him.

He's violent?

Disruptive. A lot of the people we
care for have psychiatric problems.

When their medication runs
out, so does their grip on reality.

Harvey talks to himself, he
sings, he cries. It's always a show.

Any idea where he's
appearing tonight?

I haven't seen him
for a couple of months.

Does he have any friends?
People steered clear of him.

You might try the
welfare for work program.

Anybody who stays here more than
one night has to sign up, excuse me.

Smash and grab
must be a sideline.

You guys should've stopped by
last week. Harvey put in eight hours.

Doing what? Holding a flag.

Forty-five bucks, 7:00 - 3.00.

Harvey got a last name?

Well he told them to make
out the check to Harvey Morton.

But he told me it
wasn't his real name.

You know where he is today? No.

How about when he'll be back?

If these guys had regular work
habits they wouldn't be on the street.

Harvey came in with a crew from
St. Mary's a couple months ago.

Every other week,
he turns up for a shift.

Any idea where he
does his banking?

With me. I don't charge him
commission like the check cashing place.

Hey, we gotta get a line on this guy.
Places he hung out, people he knew.

He likes donuts. Oh, really?

Yeah, every time
we're in Queens,

Harvey makes a big deal about the
Donut Shack near the 59th Street bridge.

He says they got the
best crullers in the city.

He was right.

Look, I'm off in 15 minutes and I
still got a couple of dozen trays to rack.

Could we maybe
do this another time?

Sure, at our place in the
city. Your choice, bunky.

All right, lemme see it again.

Okay, I know this guy.

He comes in sometimes
for coffee and a cruller.

Recently?

Last time I think was a
couple of Monday's ago.

He live in the area?

You don't need ID to buy donuts.

He ever come in with anybody?

No. People who come in at four in the
morning usually aren't the social type.

He ever say what he was
doing here at 4:00 a.m.?

No. Now can I go back to work?

Your boy probably
just climbed off the bus.

What bus? Across the street.

4.00 a.m., Monday to Friday,
that's where they drop them off.

The daily dump of
human refuse from Rikers.

Bower, Harvey Gilbert,
AKA Harvey Morton.

Multiple misdemeanor arrests,
processed in, processed out.

Most of his time he spends
warming a bed in the psych ward.

What's his malfunction?

Well the shrinks
have him diagnosed

as bi-polar disorder
with psychotic features.

So he serves his time,
and you let him go?

With bus fare and a two
day supply of medication.

Big surprise
somebody got killed.

Well, he has no record
of serious violence.

Disorderly conduct, public
urination, a few scuffles, trespassing,

pleaded for time served.

The usual merry go round.

When was the
last time he got off?

Two weeks ago.

Bower was released with a dozen other
citizens who've paid their debt to society.

You think it was Harvey?

The evidence puts
him at the scene.

With his psychiatric
history, prison record...

He wouldn't hurt anyone.

The problem is, there's a
bulletin out for his arrest.

Every cop in the
city is looking for him.

Too many of your
people like to shoot first.

I don't know about that,

but these things don't always
work out the way we want them to.

What do you want us to do?

Do you know where he is?

I won't let him get killed.

If we help you, we
have to do it our way.

Which way is that?

We want to talk to him first.

And we want his doctor there.

His psychiatrist?
No. Dr. Sitwell.

His pediatrician.

Where is he? Where he's
been hiding all week, the garage.

He's in there with his
parents and his pediatrician.

His parents say he's
the only doctor he trusts.

You should see the
doctor. He's gotta be 100.

We gave the
parents a cell phone.

They'll call us when
he's ready to come out.

Who called the cavalry?
Local precinct insisted.

Well, what's the worst
case scenario here?

This is the worst case scenario.

Yes, all right, just make sure he
follows the instructions we gave you.

They're coming out.

I want everybody to stay back.

I don't want anything
to startle this man.

Mr. Bower, can you please
move toward the detectives.

Mr. Bower, hold your hands out so the
detectives can put on the handcuffs on.

Come on, Harvey, put out
your hands, like we talked about.

What's that in his pocket?

It's just a wrench.

Take it out of his pocket.

Uh, no.

He's not going to use it.
He just feels safe with it.

- Get out! Go! Get out!
- Harvey, wait! Harvey!

Get away! Go! Keep back.

Take it easy, man. Take it easy.

Harvey! Please, Mrs.
Bower! Don't touch her!

Hold fire!

- Hold fire! MRS.
- No! No! No! No!

Looks like he caught
it in the shoulder.

Harvey! Let me see him!

- Call paramedics. Who fired?
- No!

I want to know who fired!

You fired?

Yes, ma'am. Hand
over your weapon.

Sergeant, call your precinct.

Officer involved shooting.

You better call your PBA.

The man was armed with
a wrench, for Pete's sake.

It looked like he was
attacking the lieutenant.

Witnesses say he was
protecting his parents.

It was a confused situation.

If I had to do it over again...

You're damn right.

The peaceful surrender of a
deranged man. Stroke of genius.

The police had no choice. The parents
dictated the terms of the surrender.

Thank heavens his
pediatrician was there

to give him a lollipop
after they shot him.

You sure you have the right man?

He has knife cuts on his hands,

from when he attacked
Karen Brewster in the park.

It's his blood on her glasses,

his semen, his
coat covering her.

Make sure that gets
into the press release.

I don't want to leave his
lawyer a toe to stand on.

It shouldn't be too hard to blitz
the defense. Get a quick plea.

Brutal rape, murder.

Unless he pleads to murder
one, I'm not interested.

First things first. Anyone
talk to this gentleman yet?

My detectives are at the hospital
waiting to get his statement.

See if you can get
it without killing him.

Come on, Harvey. You
remember Karen Brewster.

You stole her watch
from the pawn shop.

You attacked her in the park.

You raped her.
You strangled her.

Harvey, all you have to do is tell us in
your own words what we already know.

Hey, shut 'em up. Press the
damn button and shut 'em up.

No. No. no, they're your
babies, you shut 'em up.

Harvey. come on. I know
you know what we're saying.

So tell us the truth.
And we'll go away.

It's always the
same damn program.

Don't you people
have any imagination?

I don't care. You can't
have it. He's all yours.

Kiss my big one, baby.

You got all the joysticks you
need, hell, 70,000 eunuchs in China.

No, I don't care, you
can't have it. Be our guest.

Hello Mr. Bower.

I'm Jack McCoy, from
the District Attorney's...

I'm not listening to it. Boots,
boots, boots, marching across Africa.

Yeah, sure, babe, just land one
right on my rectus tucus yeah.

What do you want?

Hello.

I guess my invitation
got lost in the mail.

Excuse me, please.

Mr. Bower, my name
is Danielle Melnick.

And your parents have
hired me to be your lawyer.

Sure smells good.
Gotta be careful.

Oh yeah, gotta be
careful. Mmm-hmm.

What exactly are you
charging him with?

Murder one, for the
rape and homicide.

A capital charge?

We'll take remand to the state hospital
in exchange for dismissal of old charges.

You're joking.

No. Oh, and we'll agree
not to sue for police brutality

and for the violation
of his civil rights.

Now you are joking.

Jack look at him.

You can throw the
whole play book at him,

the verdict's going
to be the same.

Not guilty by reason of
mental disease or defect.

Please, just think about it.

In the meantime I'm going
to, uh, talk to my client.

When they brought him in, he told
me that he'd been hit by a blow dart

from an assassin
hired by Bill Gates.

Why would he think
that? Steve Jobs told him.

Now he said that Mr. Gates has
computers hidden in every room in the city

and he communicates
with him directly.

Why Mr. Gates? Why anybody?

He thinks Mr. Gates
wants to steal his penis.

Textbook psychosis.

Visual and auditory
hallucinations,

persecutory delusions,
poor impulse control.

It sounds like a textbook.

How long did you
speak with Mr. Bower?

As much as with
any of my patients.

In minutes?

Half an hour when
we processed him in.

And then I observed him
throughout his incarceration.

I see he was assigned to a work
detail in the general population.

Is that normal for
inmates in the psych ward?

Well, if they're properly medicated
and under close supervision, yes.

I'd like to talk to some of the
inmates who worked with him.

I don't know from crazy, but the
guy had a lot of imaginary friends.

But was he able to do his job?

Sure. Not much
to folding laundry.

Did he ever mention a woman
by the name of Karen Brewster?

Well there was a lady, he
said he was keeping his eye on.

Said he'd kill anybody
that went near her.

I believed him. Why's that?

I seen him go nuts. When?

We were by the dryers once,
and these four brothers came by.

Young punks looking for a fight.

Harvey sees them and he starts
yelling, jumps up on the table.

Yelling what?

About the government,
big computers.

Then he started
tearing his shirt off.

One look at that crazy bastard,
and the punks moved on.

And then what did Harvey do?

He calmed down. Got off
the table like nothin happened.

What do you think?

He was in Bellevue before
they brought him here.

They got the genuine
article over there.

I signed him in at 2:20 p.m.

What was wrong with him?

Should I be talking
to you about this?

Mr. Bower waived his right
to medical confidentiality

when he raised the
defense of mental disease.

Oh, he was mentally diseased,
all right. Manic psychosis.

He came in for a
voluntary committal.

You've seen a lot of
these cases in your career?

I can triage a psych case.

Even a first year medical student would
have recognized the behavior pattern.

Hallucinations, delusions,
poor impulse control.

Yeah, I've heard the tune.

What got him
transferred to Rikers?

He broke into the supply room.

And when we confronted him,
he went off on a psychotic tirade.

You mind if I take a look?

Nah, that's all right.

You admitted him
at 2:20 p.m. Correct.

This says Bower arrived at the
E.R. earlier that day at 8:45 a.m.

He was seen by Dr. Naim
and refused admission.

I guess he came back.

He must have wanted
a second opinion.

When I was a boy, my uncle
in Tehran talked to the moon.

But he only talked
to the moon when my

grandfather told him he
must leave and find work.

Bower was faking?

Well, exaggerating.

What we do is as
much art as science.

So nothing is perfect,
except what is false.

His symptoms were too perfect?

In my opinion. I told him as
much when I examined him.

He was, uh, quite angry.

What did he do? He left.

He came back a few hours
later when you were off duty.

He was a very determined
man. He told me I must admit him.

Said he said he had a
friend inside he had to see.

Maybe he is crazy after all.

You'd have to be to
want to be in this place.

Check the dates.

The day after Karen Brewster was
admitted to Bellevue for pneumonia,

Bower faked symptoms, got
himself committed to the psych ward.

Two nights later, she
was attacked in her bed.

Crazy like a fox.

How long has he
been doing his act?

Until I talk to him, I
don't know if it is an act.

But, according to
his medical history,

his psychosis seems to act
up mostly in the winter months.

Whenever he needs
a warm place to sleep.

When are you talking to him?

I'm seeing him tomorrow.

Then I'm filing a motion to
preclude and insanity defense.

Tell me about the voices, Harv.

How old were you
when they started?

My parents call me
Harvey. My name is Harvey.

Harv, Harvey, whatever
floats your boat.

So, the voices?

Uh, I've... I've
always heard them.

Even when you were a little boy?

Yes, but they were
different voices then.

Nothing about it in your
family medical records.

Some minor problems in school.

Poor communication skills,
no friends, mediocre grades.

I guess the voices
interfered with your studying.

Yes.

I see you've been treated for
depression since your teens.

Pretty severe, too. But
there's nothing about voices

until you moved out of your
parents house 11 years ago.

I didn't tell them about the voices.
They would have put me away.

But now you don't
mind being put away?

You hear the voices now, Harvey?

Yeah. Well, you shouldn't.

In addition to anti-depressants,
you've been taking Clozapine.

That's supposed to
take care of the voices.

I've been hearing
other things, um, bells.

That's a new one.

Why'd you kill Karen?

He told me to. The voice.

You mean Bill Gates?

Mmm-hmm.

Why?

I don't know. He
just... He just said to.

Every other psychotic I ever talked to
said the voices always told them why.

He just made me
do it. I had no choice.

Gotta be a reason.
Was she bad, Harvey?

No. She was a, uh...

A good person. She
was, uh, beautiful.

If she wasn't bad, then she
didn't deserve to die, right?

I dunno.

Stands to reason,
she had a right to live.

I guess.

So, what the voices told
you to do, that was wrong.

I suppose.

So, do you deserve
to be punished Harvey?

I guess so. What do
you mean "guess"?

If Karen was good and beautiful

then she should still be
alive and her killer punished.

Yes or no, Harvey?

Mr. Bower's doctors
claim he killed Ms. Brewster

while suffering a
psychotic episode.

They also suggest psychotic episodes
explain most of Mr. Bower's behavior.

But his doctors are not
prepared to testify to that?

There's a fine line between
theory and diagnosis.

Are psychotic episodes of this
kind common in bi-polar disorder?

They can be. The problem is, in Mr. Bower's
case, they're just too convenient.

He got them whenever the
temperature dipped below 40,

when Ms. Karen Brewster
was admitted to Bellevue.

When he stole her watch,
when he attacked her in the park.

When he killed her.

Mr. Bower has been in and out
of state institutions for 11 years.

His case file runs
over 1000 pages.

Clearly there's
something wrong with him.

Are you saying he doesn't
suffer from any mental disorder?

No. My diagnosis is that he suffers a
bi-polar disorder with psychotic features.

Would this disorder
prevent him from appreciating

the consequences of his actions?

No.

Prevent him from
telling right from wrong?

No. I believe Mr. Bower killed Ms.
Brewster because he was obsessed with her,

and she wasn't with
him. Pure and simple.

Doctor, how can you be so sure?

He attacked her in the park, pursued,
raped, and ultimately killed her.

Any one of these actions might
be the result of a psychotic episode,

but taken together...

Ms. Brewster's murder required
a concentrated, focused effort

beyond the ability of someone
suffering a psychotic attack.

He even had the presence of mind to
lock the container when he was done.

So that her body
wouldn't be discovered.

That doesn't prove he
understood what he was doing.

After he killed her, he
covered her with his coat.

In poker, that's called a tell.

He felt remorse. Guilt.

No voice told him to do
that. Just his conscience.

Your Honor, now he's
reading tea leaves.

That may be, Ms. Melnick. But I
read your client's medical history.

I don't see how you can establish
the elements of this defense.

If it pleases the court, Your Honor,
every doctor who has examined my client

has found that he
has a mental disease.

He has had no meaningful
treatment. Ms. Melnick.

They give him $1.50
and a handful of pills

and they drop him off in
front of some donut shop.

Enough.

I sympathize with
your client's problems.

But they cannot become
the concern of this court.

If he intends to take the
stand, I'll reconsider my ruling.

Until then, the defense of
mental disease or defect is barred.

The guards found five days’
worth of pills under his mattress.

He'd stopped taking
them. What kind of pills?

Anti-depressants, neuroleptics,

everything we were giving him.

How long's he been like this?

About a day. And he'll stay this
way until he's back on his medication.

Is this for real?

With his type of disorder you take
away his meds, this is what you get.

And what you get is someone
that's not competent to stand trial.

The hell he isn't. Put him
back on his medication.

Yeah you do that and
you'll be in contempt.

I'm applying for a TRO barring you
from medicating my client against his will.

You want him like this?

It's what he wants. And then I'm
filing for a permanent injunction

prohibiting this trial
from proceeding.

Look, McCoy. My client
may be legally sane,

but it doesn't mean
he's not crazy.

You want to force feed
drugs to a mental patient

until he's sane enough
to be tried and executed.

I don't care how it's
playing out in the media.

I'm not going to let a rapist-murderer
make an end run around the Penal Law.

Why not leave him
where he is the way he is?

So he gets the benefit of an insanity
plea without the inconvenience of a trial.

Only as long as
he's out of circulation.

If and when he starts taking his
medication again, we put him on trial.

And until then, the criminal
justice system is held hostage.

I'm not comfortable with the idea of
our just shoving pills down a man's throat.

I'm surprised, Abbie.

If he ran away to another
state, we'd extradite him.

The fact that he's
escaped into his own mind,

shouldn't put him
beyond our reach.

Bower's a con man.

You do what you have
to do. I'll man the phones.

It's Gulag justice, Your Honor.

The Supreme Court held that
psychotropic drugs cannot be compelled

against an individual's
freely chosen preferences.

Mills v. Rogers.

I have here affidavits
from the ACLU.

Your Honor, the People
simply want her client

to resume taking medication
he's taken most of his life.

Medication that nauseates
him, makes him dizzy.

Depresses his libido.

Please, Your Honor, the mind
represents the core of our human identity.

The State has no
right to invade it.

We're not looking to disturb
the core of Mr. Bower's identity.

But, Your Honor,
Mr. Bower has a history

of manipulating the mental
health system for his own purposes.

He's trying to do it again
now, to escape punishment.

So he can spend the rest of his days
curled up in a ball in a state psych ward?

Not much of an
escape, Your Honor.

Maybe to him it looks
better than death row.

He is where he
belongs. He's ill.

All the more reason
to medicate him.

Unless he's a threat to
himself or others, you can't do it.

Can't?

Must not. To preserve
Mr. Bower's individual rights,

and the health
of the body politic.

Your Honor, your decision
will ripple through society.

It will also ripple through
the criminal justice system.

If any defendant can escape
prosecution, by stopping his medication,

or by drugging himself, we're
out of business, Your Honor.

The right to be free from
intrusions into one's mind,

seems an indisputable
proposition.

In almost every case
where the Supreme Court

has been confronted
by such an invasion,

it has come down on the side of
restraint. And for compelling reason.

That being said, in light of
Mr. Bower's transparent efforts

to circumvent the
processes of this court,

the action the People are
seeking is not unreasonable.

The defendant would not be subjected
to medication to punish or control him,

but simply to enable him

to assist counsel in the
preparation of his own defense.

In effect, medicating him will
enhance, not curtail, his rights.

The People's request is granted.

The Defendant is ordered to resume
medication voluntarily or otherwise.

Jack. Man one, he serves
the max, it's my final offer.

Then your client better
get over his fear of needles.

Listen, before you go
anywhere near a death sentence,

you have to prove rape.

You alleging his semen
beamed into her vagina?

Did you read what
he told your shrink?

Karen Brewster was a good
person, she was beautiful.

Sounds like love to me.

Sounds like a
crock. He killed her.

I don't know about the death,
but the sex was consensual.

And you go prove it wasn't.

You heard her.

She might take murder two.

Not from me.

If it was anybody else, but a
mentally deranged homeless guy?

A woman on Madison Avenue

had a brick shoved through
her skull by a homeless guy.

Last year, two people were pushed in
front of a subway trains by homeless guys.

If your hippie friends
could hear you now.

My hippie friends ride
the subway to work.

I don't want them sharing a
platform with Harvey Bower.

If you look at Bower's record,

you can't help but get the feeling,
if someone had been on the ball,

Bower would've gotten
the help he needs,

and Karen Brewster'd
still be alive.

You're right, the system
failed them both, miserably.

And now we're left to clean
up the mess. Permanently.

And thanks to Mr. Bower, we now
have to get into Karen Brewster's sex life.

According to the police,
the people who knew her

thought she was
inexperienced in that department.

We'll have to do
better than that.

Yes, of course Karen had
boyfriends in high school.

But by the time
she went to college

and her illness took hold and...

How about recently?

She knew that that kind of
relationship wasn't in the cards for her.

Why, does it matter?

The defense is claiming
that she wasn't raped.

That she willingly had sex with
Mr. Bower before he killed her.

That animal said that?
After what he did to her.

I can't believe it.

No. She wouldn't.

Mentally ill or not,
she was a woman.

It must've been
very lonely for her.

Sometimes I was able to
talk to her about these things.

Karen agreed, she couldn't
run the risk of getting pregnant.

We both knew what
a burden it would be.

My husband says it's too bad they
didn't shoot that man dead in the street.

I want him to pay,
Ms. Carmichael.

Karen didn't have a happy life,

but he had no right.

Karen had siblings?

No.

She liked to look at pictures of
me and Ron when we were kids.

I don't know why.

That's her there.

She won first prize in
a tennis tournament.

Is this your husband?

No.

I don't know who that is.

It's Harvey.

He won some archery
prize at summer camp.

Where did you find this?

It was in Karen Brewster's apartment,
on the wall next to her dresser.

Do you have any
idea how it got there?

No.

Mr. Bower...

We don't know
anything about this.

We shouldn't even
be talking to you.

I want to see the
right thing done here.

Why should we trust
you? Now please, leave.

When Bower was in Rikers
the last time, the records show

that Karen was staying in the
homeless shelter in Long Island City.

Same as the other three times
Bower was in Rikers in the past year.

Practically around the corner.

She moved to that
shelter to be close to him.

And when she was in
Bellevue for pneumonia,

he had himself admitted
to be close to her.

And the rest of the time, they
were where, in her apartment?

Nobody ever saw him there.

They might've stayed away, so her parents
wouldn't find out about the relationship.

So much for your
stalking theory.

Puts the rape in question,
maybe, not the killing.

He killed a woman who
was in love with him.

Puts his whole mental
state in question.

Time to take your
winnings and run.

25 years-to-life? Well, it's
a step in the right direction.

It's the end of the road.

Wait a minute, you've
practically admitted

that you misconstrued his
relationship with Ms. Brewster.

We didn't misconstrue his
hand prints around her neck.

If he wants to keep
playing games,

we can do it in front of a jury.

Right. We'll talk it over
and we'll get back to you.

But if you're not going
to keep an open mind...

I'll take it.

What?

I, uh, I killed her. Everybody
knows it. I should go to jail.

Mr. Bower. Do I have
to sign something?

Not yet. I'll explain
it to you later.

You'll have to tell a
judge exactly what you did.

I didn't rape her. JACK:
I want it all on the record.

I loved her. I wouldn't
hurt her that way.

He admits the murder. What does it
matter if he says he raped her or not?

- It matters to her parents.
- And to the parole board.

I didn't do that to her.

Then why did you kill her?

Until you answer that question
to our satisfaction Mr. Bower,

there'll be no deal.

Thank you for
agreeing to see us.

I don't know what your
son's lawyer told you,

but until he's ready to
explain his actions to us...

I told Ms. Carmichael, Harvey and
his lawyer don't know we called you.

Mr. McCoy,

the things they've written,
about Harvey in the papers,

that he's some kind of
monster, they're just not true.

I don't pay attention to
the papers, Mr. Bower.

But an innocent woman
was raped and killed.

Your son may be ill, but he
has to be held accountable.

But he loved her. You know that.

She had his picture.

You knew they
had a relationship.

Did he tell you about her?

Just that there was a girl,
and that they loved each other.

I know he cared about her. He
couldn't have meant to hurt her.

All he has to do is tell
us the truth. Otherwise...

Please, Mr. McCoy, whatever
he did, he can't forgive himself.

Phil, show them.

We found these in the garage
after they arrested Harvey.

We asked Dr. Sitwell
what they were.

He said they were Haloperidol
for people like Harvey.

He said Harvey must've
been hoarding his prescriptions.

Harvey was going to kill himself
because of what happened to Karen.

Would a monster
do that, Mr. McCoy?

Mrs. Bower... Mr. McCoy, please.

Please have pity on our son.

I'll look into it.

I don't get this guy.

He loves her, but he kills her.

He'd rather risk a death
sentence than admit he raped her.

And now this.

One small problem,
those aren't his pills.

According to his
medical records,

he's never been
prescribed Haloperidol.

Check Karen Brewster's records.

What's going on here?
Come in and sit down.

I've just been telling
Mr. and Mrs. Brewster

how we've been struggling to come
up with a fair sentence for your client.

Please, sit down.

You know where
we stand, Mr. McCoy.

Yes, I do.

Jack, if you brought us in
here only to work us over...

How about you just listen.

Mr. Bower's parents,

found these pills among Harvey's
things after he was arrested.

They're an anti-psychotic
drug, Haloperidol.

Your daughter got them, in the weeks
before she died from different doctors.

It's three times
the fatal dosage.

Why would she do that?

I think Mr. Bower knows why.

A week after your stroke. Karen was
admitted to Bellevue with pneumonia.

Mr. Bower was arrested
there after he tried to see her.

A couple of weeks later, when she
was discharged, Mr. Bower was in jail.

So she was alone.

That's when she got these pills.

Mr. Bower must have found
them after he got out of Rikers.

You took them away from
her, didn't you, Harvey?

Karen pawned your watch, and
used the money to buy a knife.

She then went to Riverside Park

where we believe she
intended to harm herself.

Harvey took the
knife away from her.

Probably how he got
the cuts on his hands.

The rest, we need to
hear from you, Mr. Bower.

You've kept her
secret long enough.

No.

Jack, can't we just
dispose of this now?

I can't let him
allocute to a lie.

Please tell us. Please.

I can't. I promised her.

Please, Harvey.
We can forgive you.

She was scared
of being left alone.

Becoming the crazy old woman

in a cardboard box
howling at the moon.

She didn't want you to know.

She said it was nobody's fault.

She asked me to do it.

She said that if I loved her.

I loved her. She loved me.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Harvey Bower pleaded to man one.

He'll serve 6-to-18 in
a prison psych ward.

Karen Brewster's parents?
They signed off on it.

Bower's family dropped
the lawsuit against the police.

Who would've thought, of all
the things wrong with their kids,

the worst thing that could've
happened is that they fell in love.