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NARRATOR:
In the criminal justice system

the people are represented
by two separate
yet equally important groups,

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)

If I ever again agree
to attend another
charity concert,

please break this thumb.

They're donating
their time.

It didn't help with you
snoring along out of tune.

Maybe if the sopranos
removed one piece
of clothing with each aria.

You have no idea
how lucky we were
to get tickets.

Maria Matera hasn't
performed outside
of Europe...

(GUNSHOT)

(GRUNTING) Oh, God!

We heard a loud bang,
and there they were.

We didn't see
anyone else.

Nobody ran out
of the alley?

No. And we were
in there right away.

The door to the alley
goes through the building
and out onto 55th Street.

You checked it out?

I used to wait
in that alley to try
and get autographs.

(CHATTER ON POLICE RADIO)

Meet Stuart Wattman.

His driver's license
says he's 52.
Shot once through the chest.

He was dead when
the uniforms showed up.

What about the woman?

Lianne Crosby, 44.
She was rolled to
Beth Eden E.R.

Shoulder wound.

Anybody talk to her?

She was unconscious.

One shot, two down?

Through him,
through the girlfriend.

Found a.357 slug here.

You should take a look
at the tunnel it left
through this guy.

I'll take
your word for it.

Hmm, the shooter
didn't have time
to take his gold watch.

No time for the wallet,
or the lady's purse either.

Maybe he had all
the time he needed.

Stuart went out
for a cigarette.
I went to join him.

I heard Stuart
arguing with someone.

Who with?

I don't know.

I stepped into the alley,
there was a loud bang.

Next thing, paramedics were
putting me on a stretcher.

Was it a mugging?

We don't think so. Uh...

How long have you
and Mr. Wattman
been dating?

Dating!
Stuart Wattman?

No. Stuart was a walker.

Uh, an escort.

I'm a widow.
Stuart was just
an arm to hang on to.

And what were
you to him?

A free ticket. A ride.

My driver and I
picked him up.

BRISCOE: What time was that?

7:45. Uh, almost
didn't make it to
the concert in time.

Did Stuart ever talk
about having problems
with anybody?

No. We kept
the conversation
very light.

Stuart had
a complicated life.

Complicated how?

Well, he tried telling me
about his boyfriends once,

but I couldn't follow it.

SUPER: Look at this place.

I thought this guy
was loaded.

I mean, he always
had a suit and a tie on.

So do I.

Yeah, but the women
this guy got,
real high-class stuff.

They'd come to
pick him up.

Well, from what
we understood,
Wattman was gay.

Mr. Wattman? No way.

The other night, outside,
he had this argument

with some guy over
a broad named Pamela.
This guy was pissed.

Who was this other guy?

I don't know.
Some famous guy.
Orenstein.

Uh, I see his picture
in the paper all the time.

Orenstein?

Jeremy Orenstein?

Poor Lianne Crosby.
Her husband drowns,

Crosby Maritime
nosedives on the NASDAQ,
and now this.

Talk about bad luck.

Stuart Wattman,
now that's bad luck.

Well, yes, yes. Stuart.

What was your
relationship with him?

My relationship?

I set an example for Stuart.

But the poor man never
had the right equipment.

I beg your pardon?
Uh...

Stuart always wore the same
two Calvin Klein tuxedos.

I have seven,
Armanis, Zegnas,

and a custom one
by Loro Piana.
(LIGHTER CLICKING)

And cufflinks.

You can never have
enough cufflinks.

Stuart never had enough,
or the proper kind.

You got close
enough to check?

When you're a walker,
you develop an eye
for such things.

A witness saw
you and Stuart
having an argument

about three days ago
outside his apartment.

I wouldn't be surprised.

Over some woman
named Pamela?

That's between
Stuart and me.

And now, us.

All right.

Pamela Marks told me
that Stuart hit her up
for 20 grand.

A loan, which I'm sure
he was never
going to repay.

How is that any
of your business?

Pamela told me Stuart
threatened to spread
nasty rumors about her.

For a walker,
that's very bad form.

Who said anything
about $20,000?

The same person who told us
Mr. Wattman threatened
to spread rumors about you.

Mrs. Marks,
if we have to dig
this up on our own...

Now you're
threatening me?

All I'm saying is,
if you play ball with us,

we'll keep
a lid on things.

Stuart knew about
my husband's and my...
Special interests.

What do you mean,
"Special"?

We have a vacation
home in Mustique.

I'm attracted to
the local talent.

We're not talking
about limbo dancing.

No. Paul, my husband,
he likes to watch.

This is beyond
embarrassing.

Did your husband know
that Wattman was
shaking you down?

Yes.

Does he own a gun?
Of course not.

Where was he last night?

With me, at the Temple
of Dendur at the Met.

There was a benefit auction.

You're sure he was
with you all night?

Yes. I kept him
on a tight leash.

I thought Stuart
was going to be there.

Was he scheduled
to be there?

I heard he was
walking Bunny Malone
to the auction.

I thought there
might be a scene.

Imagine my relief
when Bunny showed up
with Bill Blass.

Bunny Malone confirmed
she gave Stuart
the heave-ho at 7:30.

So until then, Mr. Wattman
didn't know he was
going to the concert.

Neither would
whoever shot him.

They'd be waiting
for him at the auction.

Well, what calls did
he make after
Ms. Malone dumped him?

LUDs show four.
Probably trolling
for a date.

His last call
was Lianne Crosby.

So that's when
he found out he was
gonna be at the concert.

Maybe the shooter
followed him
from his apartment.

Mrs. Crosby picked
him up in her car,

doorman didn't see
anybody waiting.

Well, who knew Lianne Crosby
was going to the concert?

She got her tickets
three weeks ago.

And she was just
an innocent bystander
to the shooting?

CURTIS: So she says.

See if the lab rats
can straighten it out.

A walker is supposed
to hold the door,

hold your coat,
and hold his tongue.

I hear Stuart was
two for three.

Probably what
got him killed.

We don't think
he was
the intended victim.

What do you mean?

Our lab technicians
found your blood

on the front
of Mr. Wattman's jacket.

I don't follow.

Well, it seems
Mr. Wattman
was behind you.

You were facing
the shooter.

Simply put, Mrs. Crosby,
it didn't happen the way
you said it did.

I turned the corner,
I got shot.

I... I don't know
who was where.

Maybe you should tell us
who'd want to hurt you.

There's no one.

BRISCOE: Mrs. Crosby,

whoever tried to kill you
is liable to do it again.

Who'd want me killed?

I have no enemies.

Go.

Charming as she is,
she's full of it.

The Orenstein guy said
the Crosby family business
took a bath on Wall Street.

That's gotta make for
a lot of unhappy people.

Lianne sold every share
she inherited
from Henry Crosby.

Investors panicked.

The stock fell
60% in a week.

Why'd she sell?

Since her husband died.
She felt the company
wasn't a safe bet anymore.

CURTIS: Was she right?

(LAUGHS) No.
Oppenheimer's moved us
from a hold to a buy.

So, a lot of people
lost their money
for nothing.

Yes. If Lianne
hadn't been distracted,

she might have
realized that she was
making a mistake.

Distracted by what,
her husband's death?

She seems to have
gotten over that.

She's been seeing someone
since just after
Mr. Crosby died.

How do you know this?

The Crosby family
keeps a yacht
at Surfside Marina.

The company charters it
for business purposes.

Mrs. Crosby
has been using it
for other purposes.

Kline tell you that?
I should've known.

Open your yap to a suit,
it comes right back
to bite you in the ass.

Pays to be discreet, huh?

Mr. Kline wanted to know
how often Mrs. Crosby
used the boat.

What was I supposed to say?

What did you say?

I told him.
Every other week.

She spends a couple of hours.
Her driver drops her off
in the afternoon.

And her boyfriend,
what, he swims in?

He drives a motorcycle.
A kid in his 20s.

You know his name?
No.

License plate on the bike?

Don't know. It was
an old English bike.

What the Tommies used
in World War II.

How long they
been meeting?

Since three months ago.

And the last time?

Week ago.

I heard this screaming
coming from the boat,

and then the kid
gets on his bike
and drives off.

Looked like somebody
spit in his breakfast.

Am I speaking
on a frequency
you can't hear?

I've told you.
Whoever it was
shot at Stuart, not me.

Maybe we're the ones
who aren't getting
through, Mrs. Crosby.

We know you've been
having an affair

ever since
your husband died.

Where did you hear that?

A witness has seen you
with a young man

every other week
on your boat.

I want the name
of this witness.

BRISCOE: You had
an argument last week
with this young man.

I did not.
Is this what you do
with our tax dollars,

dredge up gossip?

Look, you're not
helping yourself
by protecting him.

I have a plane
to catch.

Mrs. Crosby...
What? I can't leave?

Sure.

Just, uh,
in case we need you,

you mind telling us
where you're going?

Saratoga Springs.
The sooner the better.

A World War II era
English bike?

Yeah. He said the kind
the British army
used to ride.

This guy would know?

He looks like
he could've been
there for D-Day.

He said it was painted
a flat olive green,

no chrome and, uh,
cat's eye headlamp.

BSA M20. Not too many
of those in the U.S.

How many we talking about?

Fully restored?
I wouldn't know.

Maybe my database
has something.

We scan in the classifieds
of motorcycle magazines
and newspapers.

Lots of stolen
bikes and parts

get unloaded
through the classifieds.

Here we go.

Ad six weeks ago,
Vintage Wheels magazine.

"Wanted, rebuilt carb
for war-era BSA M20.

"Also front fender
license blade."

"Dennis."
Manhattan number.

Sorry to keep you
waiting, Detectives.

Why do you want
to speak to Denny?

Uh, he placed an ad
in a motorcycle magazine.

And they gave us
his name, Mrs...

Pollock.
And which one
are you? Curtis?

Briscoe.

We just wanted to make sure
it was the same Dennis Pollock
who placed the ad.

Uh, does he own
an antique motorcycle?

Yes. Is anything wrong?

No. We just need
to talk to him.

He's at work.

At the Thomas W. Hookstratten
Foundation.
Named for my late husband.

What do you want to
talk to Denny about?

Well, we'd rather
discuss it with your son.

My son?
Dennis is my husband.

Excuse me.
Are we talking about
the same guy?

Mid-twenties,
rides a BSA M20?

That's right.
He's 27.

And sometimes I ride
on the back. Excuse me.

Hey, she's
a beautiful woman.

DENNIS: Joyce called
to tell me you
wanted to talk to me.

Something about
my motorcycle...

Well, not quite.
Uh, do you know
a Lianne Crosby?

I know the name. Why?

Mr. Pollock, we'll get along
a lot better if we play
straight with each other.

You've been seen
with Mrs. Crosby

on her boat
in the Surfside Marina

every other week
for the past few months.

If you're going to
accuse me
of cheating on my wife,

the least you could do
is keep your voice down.

Yes, I've been
to the Surfside Marina

to look at boats
for sale as a surprise
for my wife.

If that's your story.

So where were you
last Thursday night?

I was home.
Why, what happened?

Someone tried to shoot
Mrs. Crosby and ended up
killing her escort instead.

Yeah. Just a week
after you were seen

having an argument
with her, on her boat.

That's not possible.
I've never even met her.

Where was
your wife Thursday?

She was at home, with me.
What are you implying?

Well, if we got
the wrong impression
about you and Lianne Crosby,

maybe your wife did, too.

Can someone verify
that she was at home?

I can.

MAN: Mr. Pollock?

Excuse me, I have
people waiting for me.

You're trying to
tell me Joyce Pollock
took a shot at...

How old is she?

64 according to her bio.

Widowed three years ago
with 40 million bucks.

And her new
husband's 27?

Damn. Some girls
are just born lucky.

This one might be ready
to kill to hang on to
her little stroke of luck.

With a.357?

Her father was lieutenant
governor of Idaho.

Here's a picture of her
hunting elk at age 12.

She own any guns now?

We put in a request
for permits.

All this assuming
there was an affair.

BRISCOE: The dockmaster
said the only boat
the kid was interested in

was Lianne Crosby's.
Especially the cabin.

What's this?

"Joyce Pollock has
announced the appointment
of Dennis Pollock

"to the post of president
of Hookstratten Foundation."

Yeah, I bet
she's sorry now.

Maybe not.
This is dated after
Lianne Crosby was shot.

After Joyce would've
known about the affair.

Mrs. Pollock felt
that Dennis had
earned the job

because he singlehandedly
engineered the sale
of our timber lands

to the state of Maine.

It was a huge windfall
for the foundation.

You sound impressed.

Well, the kid's
come a long way.

When Joyce met him,
he was sort of dabbling
in antiques.

Is Mrs. Pollock still
impressed with him?

(SIGHING) What
do you mean?

Well, any sign of trouble
in the marriage?

Oh, no, no, no.
To the contrary.
They're very much in love.

And Joyce has full
confidence in Dennis.

You writing
a press release?

(LAUGHS) Listen, uh,
a few weeks ago,

Joyce had a very close call.

A broken gas heater
in their country house
nearly killed her.

Was Dennis with her?

No, no. He was up
in Maine on business.

But he drove all night
to be with her.

It frightened him.

Your point being?

There was a pre-nup
that kept Dennis away
from the Hookstratten money.

Joyce realized
just how much Dennis
really loved her

and tore it up.

When was this?

Well, she signed an
ovation two days ago.

Sounds like Denny Pollock
has it made.

And if Lianne Crosby
tried to upset
the apple cart for him...

You think that's what
they were arguing
about on the boat?

It's a possibility.

List of gun permits
for Joyce Pollock.

Nine handguns?

She's Charlton Heston's
pinup gal.

There's a.357 in there.

Well, maybe if we say
please, she'll let us
take a look at it.

I'd wait until
she's not there,
then ask the help.

There's two more in
the master bedroom.

BRISCOE: There, .357.

It's dusty.

(SNIFFING)
Lots of oil.

This thing hasn't been
fired in a long time.

Were you here
on Thursday night
last week?

I left at 8:30.

I put dinner
in the fridge
for Mrs. Pollock.

She was upstairs.

And where was
Mr. Pollock?

Uh, he was here, too.

Where?

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)
I'm not sure.
Uh, watching TV.

You really want to
lie to the police?

No.

He called at 7:00.
I answered the phone.

He was at the
motorcycle garage.

Woolly Pierce?

Don't pay any attention
to them, Mr. Nelson.
They're cops,

probably sent here
by one of my exes.

Actually, it's
about Denny Pollock.

Man up front says
you help him
work on his bike.

Keep loosening that clutch.
Try not to
chip your fingernails.

They enjoy the abuse?

Part of the outlaw
biker mystique.

All included
in the hourly rate.

So what's up with Denny?
He use the wrong spoon
for his soup?

We're investigating
him for a homicide.

Did you work with him
a week ago, Thursday night?

That was a long time ago.

Yeah. Same vintage
as your prison record,
huh?

You want to add to it
by being a smartass?

Last Thursday,
what time did he leave?

Must've been around 8:00.
Who'd he shoot?

CURTIS: What makes you
think he shot anybody?

'Cause he told me he wanted
to get his hands on a piece.

And did he?

Some of the bikers
that come through here
ain't as law abiding as me.

I heard he got himself one.

CURTIS: You hear what kind?
.357.

BRISCOE: It's all over
for you except
for the paperwork.

We're gonna find the gun,
we're gonna match it
to the bullets.

You might as well give it up
and make a good impression
on the D.A.

Look, you tried to
save your marriage,
right?

That's going to be
worth something.

BRISCOE: You have
this lovely wife,
your biggest fan.

Practically handed you
the keys to the kingdom,

and this bitch, Lianne,
was gonna screw it up.

There was nothing
going on between us.

Come on, Denny.
She was gonna make
a fool out of you.

Yeah? No guy should
have to put up with that.

Say hello
to Mr. Pollock's lawyer.

Are you all right?

My client is invoking
his right to silence.

The search of
his office and home
didn't turn up a gun.

But his secretary
told Lamotte that
she placed a call

for him yesterday
to Adirondack Air.

The guy was gonna
head for the hills.

Well, the airline booked
six reservations around
the time Denny called,

but none in the name
of Pollock.

Okay, thanks.
The person
we couldn't reach

was some phony number.
An Alex Robson.

He booked a round trip
to Saratoga Springs
for tomorrow.

That ring a bell?

Lianne Crosby is up
in Saratoga Springs.

There's also a motel room
reserved in the name
of Alex Robson.

The kid was gonna
finish off Lianne Crosby.

Well, how was he gonna
get a gun on a plane?

Call that motel,
see if they have a package
waiting for Mr. Robson.

METZLER: Well, about time.
You all have a nice nap?

We've been busy,
Mr. Metzler.
Stand up, Mr. Pollock.

Why? What's going on?

VAN BUREN: We found a gun
your husband had shipped to
a motel in Saratoga Springs.

A.357 magnum.

If at first you don't
succeed, try, try again,
huh, kiddo?

Don't answer him, Dennis.

Make sure I get it
right, Counselor.

Hey, Dennis Pollock,
you're under arrest
for murder.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be...

Ballistics confirmed
the.357 found
at the motel

was the one used to
kill Stuart Wattman.

The gun in the package
addressed to Alex Robson.

Latent find any prints
on the package?

A dozen prints,
none of them
belonging to Dennis.

The package was dropped off
at a FedEx service center
in midtown,

paid for with cash.

And the flight reserved
by Alex Robson?

Guaranteed with a credit card
in the name of Alex Robson.

The police are
looking into it.

Terrific.

Why aren't we looking
for this Alex Robson?

Because our shooter
is Dennis Pollock.

He must've gotten
his hands on
some phony ID,

probably from the same
source that sold him
his gun.

Self-confidence
is a wonderful thing.

When you have a minute,
please inform Ms. Carmichael

of all the good works
the Hookstratten Foundation
has done for the city.

Right.

Then I'll show her
the memo listing all
the prominent New Yorkers

immune from prosecution.

Either put that gun
in Mr. Pollock's hands

or concede the motion
to dismiss.

The bank said
the credit card's legit.

The numbers and the name
match Alex Robson.
P.O. Box in Atlanta.

And Mr. Robson hasn't
reported his credit card
stolen?

This card hasn't been used
in the last 26 months,

except for the annual fees,
which are paid
with money orders.

So, Mr. Robson,
whoever he is,

doesn't know there's
a credit card out there
with his name on it.

Yeah. Assuming there
really is an Alex Robson.

There really is.

I ran the Social Security
number on the
credit card account.

Belongs to Alex C. Robson,
71 years old.

They send his Social
Security check every month
care of a bank in Jamaica.

Jamaica, West Indies?
Uh-huh.

Social Security says
the checks haven't been
cashed in two years.

There's no phone listing
for Alex Robson
anywhere in Jamaica.

Is he missing?

The Jamaican Consulate
is looking into it.

They said they'd get
back to me by Friday.

Two days too late.

If we can't connect
Dennis Pollock to Alex Robson
and that package...

Judge Barry might grant
the motion to dismiss.

Margaret Barry?

Great. Just great.

They have a gun in a package
addressed to someone
other than my client.

A plane reservation
in the name of someone
other than my client.

We have a record
of a phone call his client
made to Adirondack Air

at the same time
the reservation was made.

Your Honor, this might get
Mr. McCoy around the world
in a hot air balloon,

but it's insufficient
to sustain a conviction.

Maybe if Mr. Robson
were on trial...

JACK: It's our belief
Mr. Robson may be
the victim of foul play,

possibly at the hands
of Mr. Pollock.

Mr. McCoy, the dockmaster
at the Surfside Marina,

will he testify
he actually saw the defendant
and Mrs. Crosby together?

He saw the defendant
in proximity to her boat

at a time he knew
Mrs. Crosby was on board.

And will the mechanic
testify he saw the defendant
with a.357 magnum?

He will establish
the likelihood

the defendant obtained
such a handgun.

Sounds like a no, Mr. McCoy.

Thank you for wasting
this court's time.

Your Honor, we've gone
to trial with just this
kind of evidence before.

Not in my court, you haven't.

Mr. Pollock, I'm dismissing
the indictment against you.

And after processing,
you will be released
forthwith.

Mr. McCoy?

It was an accident.
He didn't mean to do it.

I met Denny a few weeks
after Henry died.

I wanted us to be
together. I thought
that's what he wanted, too.

But he kept putting it off.

Finally, I threatened
to tell his wife.

That night at the concert,
I went out for a cigarette,
and he was there.

We started arguing.
He pulled out a gun...

He threatened
to shoot you?

No, he... He was
just trying to scare me.

I... I tried to
take the gun away...

And just as I grabbed
at it, he jerked his arm
and it went off.

And we didn't realize
that Stuart had come out
looking for me.

I told Dennis
to run away.

It was just all
a stupid accident.

Why come forward now?

Why, I'm afraid.

Maybe Denny is unstable.

Now she comes forward?

Regardless, Your Honor,
I think it's sufficient
to grant me leave

to represent the charges
against Mr. Pollock.

First of all,
you shouldn't even be
talking to me ex parte.

Secondly, if and when
your motion to represent
crosses my desk,

you better have a lot
more than that statement.

I want the dots connected.

Now excuse me.

Mr. Robson retired
to Montego Bay
four years ago.

Last seen two years later,
driving away from the Royal
Jamaican hotel in his car.

And what about his family?

He had no
immediately family.

His bank account was emptied
by wire transfer two days
before he disappeared.

Transferred to where?

To a bank in Atlanta,
into an account in his name.

Did the Jamaican
police investigate?

Of course.

There was no body,
no sign of foul play,
no laws broken.

Can I see
the police report?

The police made
every effort.

They interviewed
his acquaintances,

filed the customary reports
with the FBI, Interpol...

Excuse me, can I get
a copy of this?

Robson's friends
told the police

he was last seen
in the company
of an American woman

he introduced as Lillian.
Blonde, 40-ish, attractive.

Lianne Crosby?

Sounds like.

The day Robson disappeared,

Jamaican customs has
a Lillian Sobieski leaving
on a flight to Atlanta.

Three days later,
Robson's Atlanta bank
account was cleaned out.

$200,000.

By Lillian Sobieski?

They don't know.

But within a few months,
Lianne turns up in New York.

And before you can say
black widow, she's become
Mrs. Henry Crosby.

And now Robson's
identification turns up
in Dennis Pollock's hands.

Mmm-hmm.

(SIGHS)

How did Henry Crosby die?

Drowned in his pool
in his townhouse
last February.

Where was Lianne?

Skiing in Aspen.
A dozen people
saw her there.

And Denny?

Uh, he used to rent
a small space here
selling antique firearms,

when Joyce Pollock
came in.

That's how he met her.
She likes old guns.

Yeah, and new ones.

Uh, last February 12th,
do you know where he was?

Uh, let me check.

He always knew
what he wanted,
an attractive, wealthy woman.

I guess she's attractive,
if you like older women.

Ah! February the 12th.
Here.

We had an antiques
fair in Boston.

Oh, right,
except Denny begged off
at the last minute.

He said he had
the flu or something.

You didn't believe
he was sick?

Well...

I had a buyer for one
of his long rifles.

I called Denny
to find out what
his bottom line was.

He didn't answer.
I called three times
on Saturday.

He said he was asleep.

Pretty hard to
answer the phone

if you're helping
old man Crosby take
a header into the pool.

And helping your girlfriend
inherit 18 million bucks.

Maybe she tried to
return the favor.

The lawyer at the foundation
said Joyce had some kind
of accident a few weeks ago.

Joyce Pollock was
spending the weekend at
their cottage in Sag Harbor.

The flue in her gas
heater malfunctioned
when she was asleep.

The fumes
nearly killed her.

Where was
the boy husband?

Up in Maine
on business.

Let me guess.
Lianne Crosby.

She made a reservation
at the Canyon Ranch Spa
in Lenox,

but she never showed.

So Dennis Pollock took
care of Henry Crosby.

And Lianne was supposed to
take care of Joyce Pollock.

Any forensics
on the drowning
or the gas heater?

No. Nothing to implicate
either Denny or Lianne.

It's probably not
the first time
they've done this.

Might be more
bodies out there.

The lives and loves
of Lianne Crosby?

Try, "On the road
with Lianne,

"AKA Lily Myers,
Melinda Beauregard,
Melissa Beck..."

Look... 1992,
shoplifting in Palm Beach,

'89, check kiting in Boulder,
'83, mail fraud in Seattle.

1978, welfare fraud
in Meadville, Pennsylvania.

Five counts.

She was collecting checks
for five other individuals.

Five individuals who
mysteriously disappeared?

No, she made up
names and phony
Social Security numbers.

Looks like she was working
her way up to murder.

It wasn't all larceny.
She was collecting one
welfare check legitimately.

One dependent.
A seven-year-old boy.

Dennis Beck.

A boy's best friend
is his mother.

(SIGHS)

What? A mother and son
killing each other's spouses?

What the heck
kind of family is this?

A dysfunctional one.

Then the son tried
to kill his own mother?

Maybe he grew attached
to his new wife.

Maybe he wanted out.

I assume that
arrest warrants
are being drawn up.

We can re-file charges
against the son
for the Wattman shooting

and the attempt
on his mother.

What about for Henry Crosby?

We have nothing to
connect Dennis or
his mother to Crosby's death,

the attempt on Joyce Pollock,
or the disappearance
of Alex Robson.

We've sent what we have
to the appropriate
jurisdictions,

maybe they can scare up
a case against her.

She's a career criminal,
she's committed murder...

Scare up a case
against her here.

Mr. McCoy,
all you really have
against my client

is the testimony of
someone even you consider
a multiple murderer.

The fact that
your client is here

means we've connected
enough dots to
satisfy Judge Barry.

She's a lot
harder to please
than a jury.

I'm not worried
about her.

If you have
a better offer...

METZLER: You expect him
to bargain for the privilege

of putting his own
mother behind bars?

A few weeks ago
he was ready
to kill her.

Fifteen-to-life,
to cover all counts.

JOYCE: No.

I will not let my husband
spend one minute in prison.

That's not realistic.

You have no idea
what a woman
in my position can do.

Your money and your
position are exactly
why he married you.

He and his mother
had a plan to kill you.

Not Denny.

He knows now
what unconditional
love is.

This isn't
a greeting card,
Mrs. Pollock.

A jury can send him
to prison for
a minimum of 25 years.

Or they can send him
to a hospital
for a few months.

We're amending our plea
to not guilty by reason
of mental disease or defect.

Dennis will admit
to the shooting,
and Henry Crosby's death.

What mental disease?

METZLER: The disease
is Lianne Crosby.

She abused him,
controlled him,
pushed him over the edge.

So, Mommy made me do it?

You expect to get
that by a judge?

Absolutely.

Not before our psychiatrist
gets a crack at him.

Well, you have him call me
to set up the interview.

When I was six,

we were in a bus station.
There was a woman
sleeping in the waiting room.

Mom told me
to take her purse.

I didn't want to do it.

She said if I didn't,
she'd leave me there,
in the station.

I couldn't do it,
I couldn't steal,
so...

Mom told me to go
and get some gum
from the machine.

When I came back,
she was gone.

I was scared
out of my mind.

They were about to
call the police
when she finally showed up.

She told them all
I'd run away.

That's just a lot
of rehearsed crap.

A lot of kids get
emotionally abused,

but they still know
right from wrong.

My lawyer told me
it doesn't matter
what you think.

It's all going to
come down to the jury.

You have any idea
how many insanity pleas
are successful?

Hmm? Less than 10%.

Your lawyer tell you that?

What are you doing?

(SIGHING) I'm gonna
go write my report.

You didn't even listen to me.

Oh, well, trust me,
I've heard it all before.

No.

Wait.

What?

What do you
want to tell me?

She...

My mother can't stand
that I'm with Joyce.

What else?

Like what?

When you were 12
or 13, did you have
any girlfriends?

We moved around a lot.

Mom said you
couldn't trust strangers.

All we had
was each other.

What about Joyce?

You said your mother
couldn't stand that
you were with her.

She told me to
get to know her
for her money.

What happened?
Did you fall
in love with Joyce?

Yes.

Did you tell
your mother?

She figured it out.

And then she tried
to kill Joyce?

Mmm-hmm.

Denny, have you had
sexual relations
with your mother?

(SCOFFS) What?

When?

At any time?

On the boat?

I... I had to.

How long has
the incest gone on?

Since his teens.

His mother forced
a sexual relationship
to control him.

And it's still going on?

Yeah.

Yuck.

No question.
Incest is despicable.

But from there
to legal insanity?

They'll reframe the issue.

Lianne's control of her son
obliterated his capacity

to tell right from wrong

and appreciate
the consequences
of his action.

Well, he seems to have
some free will left.
He did try to kill her.

After she tried to kill
the new woman in his life.

She's still fighting
for control.

Why do you think
she turned him in?

To keep him away
from Joyce Pollock.

I hate to say it,
but it might play
to a jury.

At the very least,
they might decide

he was acting
under extreme
emotional disturbance.

But is it a crock?

Yeah, well, there's no
sound medical basis for it.

Good.

Then the judge'll never
let the jury hear it.

JACK: According to our
forensic psychiatrist,

if Mr. Pollock really
suffered from Post-Traumatic
Stress Disorder,

he'd avoid situations
that reminded him
of his trauma.

He certainly wouldn't
get involved with a woman
over twice his age.

He was coerced into marrying
Joyce Pollock by his mother.

He's told our psychiatrist
he's fallen in love with her.

JACK: Your Honor,
this defense is
psychological claptrap.

Mr. McCoy's opinion
doesn't matter.

It's his burden to show
this defense is impossible
as a matter of law.

Mr. McCoy, if Mr. Metzler
fails to make out the defense
during trial,

I'll instruct the jury
to disregard all
psychiatric testimony.

Look at the bright side.
To support his insanity plea,

he has to admit Lianne
forced him to kill Crosby.

We can use it against her.

He'd still have to
testify to it at her trial.

Fat chance of that.

He's doing his mother
another favor.

Since he's admitting
shooting Mr. Wattman,

you don't need her
as a witness
to the shooting.

We'll use her
as a rebuttal witness.

She'll deny the incest.

So she's going to lie.

Aren't we
suborning perjury?

We don't know
anything for a fact.

They're the only ones
who know what really
went on between them.

So it's a contest
which of these two will
nauseate the jury the least.

Yeah.

She told them
I ran away.

Then, she told me
next time
she'd leave me for good.

And the next time
she asked you to
do something wrong,

what did you do?

I did it.

When she sexually
abused you,
did you say no?

I couldn't.

And when she ordered
you to kill Henry Crosby?

I did it.

Exactly the way
she told me.

Did you think
it was wrong?

I didn't think about it.
I just did what she wanted.

(SIGHING)

Tell us about her attempt
to kill your wife Joyce.

I didn't want her
to hurt Joyce.

I kept putting her off,
but she tried anyway.

How did you react?

I was... It was like
I was falling.
I couldn't sleep...

I wanted to run away.

I was so angry
and freaked out.

I don't remember
a lot of it.
I just felt crazy.

What we heard
the experts describe as
a temporary psychotic...

Objection.
METZLER: Withdrawn.

Dennis, tell us
what happened the night
of the shooting.

I... I just wanted
to scare her.

But when I saw her...

I felt...
I felt something
was taking control.

I was yelling at my mother.
She was yelling at me.

She tried to take
the gun away from me.

I must've jerked
my hand away.

The gun went off.

I... I don't remember
anything after that.

Thank you, Dennis.

When you married
Joyce Pollock,

did you tell her about
your criminal activities?

About Henry Crosby?

No.

About your incestuous
relationship
with your mother?

Of course not.

You didn't want
her to find out?

No.

She wouldn't have
taken it well?

Objection.
Withdrawn.

And the only way
that she could find out

is if you told her
or your mother told her,
isn't that right?

I don't know.

Nobody else knew
about the incest, right?

Yes.

That's why you tried
to kill your mother.

No.

It was the most rational
motive in the world.

Only your mother
could pull the plug
on your wonderful life.

No more motorcycles,
fancy homes,
expensive vacations...

You don't understand.
Objection.

Withdrawn.

Shooting your mother
was the sanest thing
you ever did, wasn't it?

My mother...

My mother was...

I would have
these dreams that...

That she ran away,

and I'd wake up crying

and go to her bed.
Your Honor.

And she'd take me
in and

hold me against
her naked body

to warm me up.

And...

It was my mother.

You just don't...

You don't understand.

I was a single mother
trying to raise a boy.

Maybe I spanked him,
or raised my voice.

I... I never
abused him.

Did you ever abandon him
in a bus station?

No. He ran away from home.

Well, maybe I...
(SIGHS) Didn't
love him enough,

I don't know.

But I was very young
when I had Denny.

I was alone, I was poor.

I... He was all
that I had.

It was hard
providing for him,

but I did the best I could,
under the circumstances.

He testified that you
ordered him to murder
your husband, is that true?

(SCOFFS) Of course not.

He testified that
you tried to kill
his wife, Joyce.

That's not true.

Finally, Mrs. Crosby,
your son testified that

you've had sexual
relations with him
since he was a teenager.

Is that another lie?

He said that?
Under oath.

Oh, my God.

Denny...

I did.

I did terrible things
to him. I'm so sorry.

Mrs. Crosby, are you
saying this is true?

Yes, I...

I couldn't stop myself.
I needed him so much.

What about his killing
Henry Crosby,
is that now also true?

No! He made it up.

Denny wouldn't hurt anyone.

He tried to kill you,
didn't he?

He killed Stuart Wattman.

That was an accident.

Mrs. Crosby, he was
about to make another
attempt on your life

when he was arrested.

I don't believe that.
I called him
from Saratoga Springs.

And he... I told him
where I was.

(STUTTERING) Do you think
I would've told him that

if I thought for a minute
he really wanted to kill me?

(SIGHS) He's just very sick.

And it's my fault.

ADAM: She got you but good.
"Don't blame my son,
blame me."

Who knew?

She doesn't mind telling
the whole world she had
sex with her son.

You've got yourself
a hung jury,
if you're lucky.

I'm starting to feel
a little sympathy for
what Denny went through.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

The police checked
the LUDs for
Lianne's cell phone.

They confirmed a roaming
call from Saratoga Springs
to Denny's office.

She must've really
believed he wouldn't
try to kill her again.

She must've really
believed wrong.

This mother knows
her own son.

Let's call the police.

I need them to run
some fingerprints.

I heard the jury wants
clarifications
on the difference

between the
insanity defense

and a defense
of extreme
emotional disturbance.

I smell a deadlock.
JACK: Maybe.

I'm offering your client
a last chance deal,

if he agrees to testify
against his mother
about everything.

About Henry Crosby,
Alex Robson, all of it.

Manslaughter one
to cover all counts,

parole recommendation
after 10 years...

We'll take our chances
with the jury.

I'm not done.

A warrant is being drawn up
for Joyce Pollock's arrest.

The charge is conspiracy
to commit murder.

Murder who?

CARMICHAEL: Lianne Crosby.

We found your fingerprints
on the package at the motel.

You sent the gun
to Saratoga Springs.

The plane reservation
for Alex Robson was for you.

JACK: You were going to do
what your husband couldn't.

Get Lianne Crosby
out of his life forever.

I'm ready to plead
your wife out

under very favorable terms,

in return
for your testimony
against your mother.

If not, she's looking at
eight and a third years
minimum.

CARMICHAEL: It's your wife
or your mother, Denny.

It doesn't get any
simpler than that.

Come on, Denny,
it's a no-brainer.

Denny?

Please!

We agreed.

You know I did it for you.

Think of our life together.

I'm sorry.

I'm... I'm sorry.

No, I can't do it.
I won't testify.

Denny, for God's sake!

Joyce, she's my mother.

BARRY: On the first
count of the indictment,

in the death
of Stuart Wattman,

murder in the second degree,
how do you find?

Not guilty.

Your Honor, we have determined
the defendant acted in extreme
emotional disturbance,

and find him guilty
of manslaughter
in the first degree.

On the second count,
in the wounding
of Lianne Crosby,

attempted murder
in the second degree,
how do you find?

FOREMAN: Not guilty.

Guilty of attempted
manslaughter
in the first degree.

I thank the jury
for your time.
We're adjourned.

Eight and a third-to-25.
No parole recommendation.

He'll do at least 15.
We can live with that.

Can we live with two years
in minimum security
for Joyce Pollock?

She planned a murder.
Can't let her off
with a fine.

I'll call her lawyer.

And Lianne Crosby
gets away with murder.

Could be worse.
She could've had twins.