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In New York City's war on crime,

the worst criminal offenders are pursued
by the detectives of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

Not this again.

What do you think you're gonna find?

Motel receipts? Love letters?

Lyz, why are you doing this?

Why are you, Henry?

I think she's having me followed.

I don't know what's wrong with her.

Yesterday she left me nine messages,

telling me to be careful.

I gave the cook the night off.

I thought we could all
have dinner at Mr. Chow's.

Uh, sorry, Mom.
I have to work.

I can't make it either.
I have to fly to Miami.

I won't be back till after midnight.

I can do an early lunch,
around 11:00.

I can swing that.

I'm busy.

Never mind.

I just wanted us all to have dinner.

If I were less trusting,

I'd think she's the one having the affair.

I told you I'm gonna prove
how wrong you are, and I will.

Stay out of it, Clayton.

Please?

You and Dad are
not splitting up over this bull.

Big hands, great ass, ponytail...

Oh, what was his name?

Lyz, you remember that
Welsh masseur at Bliss?

No.

It's gonna be a boy.

What?

Oh, you mean Livvy...
my sister-in-law.

We just found out
Monday she's pregnant again.

But how did you know?

Did she go off her Xanax?

Clayton, it's Mom again.

Would you please, please,
give me a call.

I just want to make sure you're okay.

I'll try you at work again.

Clayton?

Oh, I thought...

No, he still hasn't called.

I just have this terrible...

Yes, it would help.
Are you sure?

Thank you.

Yes, I'm... I'm sitting down.

Oh, man, I can't believe
how much that girl drank.

It looks like she helped
this guy park his car.

Hey, wait.
What's that? A little TV?

It's a video monitor.

Somebody left it on.

It's a live transmission from a camera.

It's got to be close.

Trunk's open.

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Law & Order CI
3x03 The Gift

ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 2003/10/12

We called you as soon as
we found his press credentials.

Clayton Webster:
He's a cameraman for Newstime.

His cell phone was in the car.

He's got messages.

We're getting his password
from the phone company.

Thanks.

Wallet's loaded.

Plastic's all accounted for.

Maybe one day we'll get lucky
and robbery will be the motive.

Now, the light doesn't work,
but, uh,

the bulb...

It looks new.

Webster?
Yeah. His throat's been cut.

There's hardly any blood in the trunk.

There's no blood on the ground.

He was killed somewhere else.

Yeah, they put his body
in the trunk, and his camera...

they didn't realize
the camera was still running...

and then drove the car here.

The tape's missing.

Maybe he was working
and pointed his camera at the wrong news.

Of all places to ditch a car,

Long Island City would
not be my first choice.

Morning mass.

St. Peter's.

Webster had a short walk to the pearly gates.

Assuming that's where he was headed.

Newstime Offices 52 East 10th Street
Wednesday, April 30

We were doing a story on a doorman strike,

another on gypsy cabs.

Nothing more dangerous than that.

Maybe he was working on a story of his own.

Uh, no. He was my cameraman.

If we could look at his computer...

It's not his computer.

It's the company's.

There could be names of sources,
all kinds of protected information.

"If your pictures aren't good enough,
you aren't close enough."

The war photographer, Robert Capa.

Webster's motto?

Yeah, I guess.

Is this Webster here?

Look. He was in the war on Iraq.

Was he embedded?

I don't think the kid
actually saw any action.

Eh, just, you know...

I can see he has some messages here

from his mom last night.

Yeah, last night.
Every night.

The kid lived with his parents.

Do you mind if we keep these messages?

I'm sure his mom wasn't, uh,

one of his sources.

And if you find anything on that computer,

you let us know.

- Christine Roberts?
- Uh, she's not here, and I have to go out.

I'm a reporter for the...

You were going so fast,
we almost lost you.

Oh, look, a download off Webster's
computer from the property tax rolls.

Must be for the story
he wasn't doing on his own.

We'll take over from here, Jerry.

Mmm.

Can we come in?

The police. What choice do I have?

I'm Detective Goren.

This is Detective Eames.
Uh...

- And you are?
- Octavia Ruiz.

I rent this place from Christine.

I moved in three weeks ago.

Do you want to see my green card?

It's not necessary.

You are in the art business.

I am a lawyer.

I am representing the estate of
a great collector in Santiago.

I found a buyer in New York.

The Webster Gallery.

These are going to the Webster Gallery?

He is my buyer.

Mr. Henry Webster.

Does he have a brother
or a son named Clayton?

A son, yes.
A funny name like that.

What's funny is Clayton looked up

who was paying the tax on this condo.

Why would he do that?

Maybe he thought his father was paying.

Oh, I see, because Henry
and I are having an affair?

Now that is ridiculous.

Uh, i-is there a reason

why you haven't sent these to him yet?

I mean, the shipping label

still has a date from a month ago.

I'm waiting for Henry to pay me.

How much does he owe you?

Two million dollars.

Well, there you go right there.

Maybe that's why his son is suspicious.

Oh, St. Peter's.

Right across from where
Clayton was found this morning,

dead.

L-I'll bet you're gonna say
it was a coincidence.

- No. L-l...
- No?

- I mean, yes.
- Yes?

I don't understand.

There is nothing between Henry and me.

Nothing.

Two million bucks worth of art is nothing?

The Webster Gallery 130 Spring Street
Wednesday, April 30

I was in Miami most of the day.

I got back just after 1:30.

Clayton was supposed to be working.

I'm... I'm sure the people
in his office would know.

They don't. Do you know where
we found your son, Mr. Webster?

In Long Island City,
in an alley off Steinway Street.

Do you know someone from that neighborhood?

A young woman, Octavia Ruiz?

Uh, yes. Yes, her.
L... I know...

That has nothing to do with Clayton.

Well, we're trying to sort that out.

So far we've come up with two million dollars

that you've given to Ms. Ruiz.

That's coming from your wife, right?

I'm paying for a collection of prints.

As for the source of the money,
that's none of your business.

We checked your wife's pedigree.

It's amazing what one
copper mine can do for a family.

Yes. All right.

Lyz is advancing me the money.

It's a good investment.

It'll put the gallery on the map.

Yeah, but she's having second thoughts,

because she thinks that
there's something going on

between you and Ms. Ruiz.

My wife is very insecure.

What does it have to do with my son?

Well, she tried to get in
touch with your son last night.

She left messages.

That's just Lyz worrying.

She didn't like him working nights.

Maybe she had reason to worry.

Maybe she asked him to confirm

her suspicions, to follow Ms. Ruiz.

In the first place,
there is nothing to confirm.

In the second place, my son

would never humor my wife's paranoid fugues!

This time he did.

He checked the tax records on Ms. Ruiz's condo

to see who the owner was.

Maybe he thought it was you.

My son was not killed because of this.

I don't believe it.

I almost told Henry everything.

L... l... I can't. I know.

It's a terrible burden.

I don't... I don't know how you live with it.

You have to believe that there is a purpose,

that it's a blessing.

And... And know that Clayton will be all right.

He... He died near the three churches.

Three churches.

It's a sign.

Surrounded by angels and saints.

He's at peace.

And he wants you to know that.

The airline confirmed the dad
was on the flight back from Miami.

Ms. Ruiz, on the other hand,
was at a gallery opening downtown.

A neighbor saw her come home
alone around 11:00.

Ruiz had anything to do with this murder,

you think she'd make sure the body

didn't end up on her doorstep.

Yeah, that's not the only thing
that doesn't add up.

Uh, the lab found traces of animal blood...

in the wound on the kid's neck,

probably from the knife.

And then there's the bulb in the trunk.

The repair record on the car...

shows it was replaced six months ago.

They last longer than that.

Well, unless it stays on all night.

It's the pass code

for the voice mail on Clayton's cell phone.

First message.

Where are you, sweetheart?

I wish you'd call me.

Next message.

Clayton, it's Mom again.

Would you please, please, give me a call.

I just want to make sure you're okay.

End of messages.

That was at 11:35.

Just about the same time

as the last message she left at his work.

This lady's sick with worry,

and she just stopped calling?

I went to bed.

That's why I stopped.

Please be careful.

We will.

Is there a particular reason
why you were calling him?

We were very close.
We talked often.

Uh, about your husband.

Your husband told us
you suspect him of having an affair.

Did you ask your son to check up
on a woman, Octavia Ruiz,

maybe watch her apartment,

catch your husband there?

No. I would never ask him to go up there.

It's too dangerous.

Um, up there?

The Bronx.

I found a woman's address
in my husband's wallet.

Mrs. Webster,
she moved three weeks ago,

to Long Island City,

near where we found your son.

I'm sorry.
I'm very upset.

You'll have to come back.

You have a night-light.

You had this a long time,
since Clayton was little?

Yes. He was afraid of the dark,

and he just got used to having it on.

Yes. You didn't want him
lying alone in the dark.

She's the one...

who opened the trunk to leave the light on.

She found the body.

Even though she didn't know
Ruiz lived down the street.

Yeah. She couldn't know that.

But somehow she knew where to look for her son.

Her only outgoing calls were to her

son's cell phone and to his work.

She got a call from a no-name,

pay-as-you-go cell phone...

A 20-minute call,

maybe to tell her where her son was.

A mother finds her son dead,

she calls 911, she tells her husband.

She doesn't just go home
and wait for all hell to break loose.

Yeah, well, she somehow feels responsible.

Because of her suspicions, her worries.

Yeah. I'm starting to think...

that this death was staged for her benefit.

To make her believe that

it had something to do with
an alleged affair.

You find the perps,
you can always ask them.

Well, luckily,
they left a calling card.

The lab identified the animal
blood on the knife...

being mixed chicken,
sheep and goat blood.

And this.

This is where the car was abandoned.

On the northeast corner...

of a square being framed by St. Peter's Church,

St. Anthony's and St. Francis.

Now these are three saints
that correspond with orisha...

spirits worshipped by people
who practice Santeria.

Some Santeria followers,

they believe that this square...

has mystical properties.

The killers might've thought
placing the body there...

would protect them.

You think Santeria,
you think South America.

We think cutthroat art business.

You're on the verge of an important deal.

Somebody wants to stop it.

And since Ms. Ruiz wouldn't
torpedo her own deal...

That leaves someone
connected to you or your wife.

Someone that knows about
your wife's insecurities.

Well, that could be any of my friends.

She's got these moods where she thinks that

money is the only reason
that anybody cares about her.

That's why this was so important,

why I needed this t-t-to work,

to be a success.

'Cause once you're financially independent,

she would know that you love her for herself.

But it's only driven us further apart.

Well, maybe that's the point...
to drive you apart.

Well, now you got me thinking
that I should've had her followed.

Why?

Did she have you followed?

When I borrowed Clayton's car
one night two weeks ago,

I thought Lyz was having me followed.

I noticed them right after
I picked up the car.

Two Hispanic men in a gray car. Um,

I let them pull up next to me at a light.

When they saw me looking at them, they...

they were surprised.

And they took off.

Where'd you pick up your son's car?

At the parking garage at his work.

Parking Garage 63 East 68th Street
Monday, May 5

They parked over there.

You remember their license?

Uh...

No, l... I don't remember.

Did they smoke?

Yeah. The tall one did.

Back here?

Yeah, the short one wouldn't let him,
uh, smoke in the car.

Thanks.

This print here...

Yeah. It repeats itself.

It's always parallel to the column.

And it always has more compression on the instep.

He was leaning against the column.

So, the guy stood on his left foot,

crossed his right foot over his left,

held a cigarette in his left hand...

and leaned towards the column.

Held onto the column with his right hand...

right about here.

Maybe the orishas will be good

to us and give us a set of prints.

The threat is gone.

You're safe, Eduardo.

But remember the promise you made.

Their protection is not guaranteed for life.

You have to keep earning it.

I know.

If your men fail,

if they talk, Eduardo,

the orishas will be very angry.

They're bringing in
one of the guys from the garage,

Nestor Reyes. The other one,
Omar Sanchez, is still missing.

What's that?

Looks like a little crutch.

It's for St. Lazarus.

The followers of Santeria,
they wear it for protection...

against disease or death.

What're you gonna do with it?

I don't know this guy.

What about your cousin Omar?

I don't got a cousin Omar.

Little Omar?

The one we found in your jacket,

under "known associates."

He told us he knows you.

You don't got Little Omar.

He told us why you parked the car

next to the three churches.

To be protected, right, Nestor?

Somebody's telling you stories.

That's Santeria stuff... that's crap.

Little Omar doesn't think so.

You should've seen him when we showed him...

what the guy you killed had in his pocket.

There's no way you could
kill him and get away with it.

Not with St. Lazarus watching over him.

Oh, man. Oh, man.

We're dead men!

Not if you confess.

This killing wasn't your idea, was it?

The person who gave you the order...

that guy is gonna have to answer to orisha.

Not you.

Okay. I tell you.

It's Eduardo Mendez.

Omar visited him up in Rikers.

He told Omar what to do

and to leave the body next to the three churches.

Far as I can tell, Mr. Carver,

the only card you're holding is the uncooperated

hearsay testimony of an admitted killer.

I wouldn't wait for us
to cooperate it before making a deal.

Mr. Mendez is already
facing drug and murder charges.

I never talked to a Nestor.

And Omar...

nobody seems to worry about Omar anymore.

Because you had him killed.

Things take care of themselves.

Yeah, well, the orisha doesn't
seem to be taking care of you anymore.

I mean, otherwise we wouldn't be here
putting another murder on you.

You killed someone under their protection.

Nestor and Omar didn't take the time to

look through Clayton Webster's
pockets before they cut his throat.

You're in prison.

You're... You're looking down at a life sentence.

But you're not afraid.

And you feel safe from the laws of this world...

and the next.

There's someone watching over you, isn't there?

You sure there's no connection with Clayton Webster?

None.

Then Mendez just picked

Webster's name out of a hat?

Or someone picked him for him.

Someone that could convince him that

Clayton Webster was a threat to him.

And who would that be?

Someone who could guarantee his safety,

who has the authority in this

other world that he believes in.

His priest.

His Santeria priest.

I signed the visitors sheet at the prison...

with the understanding that Mr. Mendez's
religious beliefs wouldn't be scrutinized.

Actually, it's you we're scrutinizing, Mr. Bello.

So far, we've found out
you did time in Texas for fraud...

in association with revival meetings.

That was when you were under your legal name,

Julian Bellonte.

So you went from Bible thumping to Santeria.

I came to Santeria a long time ago,
through an aunt.

But I had to find my own path
before I could embrace it.

Oh, so you're on a spiritual quest.

I'm more interested in your quest.

It has to do with the guidance
you give Eduardo Mendez.

It's advice of a religious nature.

Morning sickness.
Still getting used to it.

Santeria has commandments, huh?

Don't kill. Don't steal.

I guess Eduardo was a recent convert.

Now that he has more time on his hands,

he's paying more attention to his soul.

These colors are for Elegba,

St. Anthony.

Do you know a Clayton Webster,

the news cameraman?

I try to stay away from newspeople.

Well, don't worry.
Eduardo had him killed last week.

And this is an Ogun,
St. Peter.

Eduardo doesn't discuss his business with me.

Clayton Webster's throat was cut.

Knife left traces of animal blood.

His body was found under
the shadow of three churches.

The murder had ritualistic touches,

Santeria touches.

I'm sorry. I can't help you.

W-W-We're sorry that we've stressed you out.

- You know, your neck...
- It was a fender bender last year.

that's all.

Someone rear-ended me.

Well, i-it's funny you didn't see him comin'.

Julian Bello has a hack license.

He got his accident driving for a limo company.

They house their cars in Long Island City.

That would explain why
he's familiar with the neighborhood.

Might explain a lot if he drove the Websters.

I'm not finding them on Bello's receipts.

Even if he was their chauffeur,

you see them getting mixed up with Bello's hoodoo?

Oh, we're just observing phenomena,

not explaining it.

Here we go.

Bello made a drop-off at the Websters' last year.

Passenger's an Ilene Maxwell.

Well, looks like Bello was
Ms. Maxwell's regular driver until...

Looks like four months ago.

Apartment of Ilene Maxwell
1094 Fifth Avenue, Tuesday, May 6

He never talked to me about animal sacrifices.

My God, I don't even wear fur.

Did Lyz Webster ever meet him?

No. Lyz has her own adviser.

Very reliable person.

Very in tune with people like us.

She's a psychic.
She advises you too?

I don't use Sylvia anymore.

I have an astrologer now.

When did you meet Sylvia?

My son was in the hospital last year,
having his tonsils out.

And the clotting factor in his blood makes even

minor surgery life-threatening.

- You must have been very worried.
- Yes.

I was across the street from
the hospital having lunch,

and a woman came up to me,

introduced herself...
and said my son was going to be fine.

That was Sylvia,
and she was right.

And this was when Julian was driving you...

- to the hospital and back.
- Yes.

And you were probably on the phone

talking about your son's condition, and...

Yes, I imagine I was.

Oh, you're not suggesting that...

I have a strong feeling about this, Susan.

It's very...

Sylvia? Are you there?

Susan, Sylvia will have to call you back.

No, no. It's not your fault.

She'll call you in a few minutes.

Okay. Bye-bye.

What did you see?

Two people, a... a couple.

The sky was red.
I smelled sulfur.

Okay.
Sulfur... Red sky...

That's lava. A volcano.

You saw us in the South Seas.

W-We have to leave now, Julian.

Lyz can't handle it.
I have to take it away from her,

and then we have to leave.

Hey, she'll grow into it.

Remember how long it took you?

Now she got what you promised her.

And as soon as she fulfills her promise to you,

then we can leave.

My relationship with Sylvia
doesn't concern anyone but me.

Didn't she convince you
your husband was having an affair?

Is that what Henry told you?

Ms. Webster, this woman is feeding off your fears.

It's how she makes a living.

You don't understand.

Sylvia has an accomplice with ties to a drug gang.

He had your son killed.

Julian?

I don't believe that.

Didn't Sylvia call you the night that Clayton died?

No.

We know you got a call.

We know you found the body.

We know you left the trunk open,

so he wouldn't lay in the dark all night.

Now didn't she call you and tell you...

that she had a vision of
where you could find his body?

Nobody told me.

It was you?

It was your vision.

I've been given a very powerful gift.

I don't talk about it
with skeptics and nonbelievers.

Now please leave.

I can't believe this.

Why not?
A premonition about her family came true.

Her son was killed.

Her husband's alleged mistress was implicated.

All thanks to Julian.

He convinced Eduardo

that Clayton was a threat to him.

He told him to leave the body
near the three churches for protection.

But his main agenda was to convince Lyz Webster

she really was psychic.

That she would even believe in psychic powers,

let alone pay someone
to turn her into a clairvoyant

People look for an edge in an uncertain world.

Even people like Lyz Webster.
Hmm.

And people like Sylvia Campbell
and Julian Bello are waiting for them.

They're pros.

Their first appearance as
a duet was 14 years ago.

They were arrested for fraud in connection

with a church they ran in San Francisco.

"The Church of the Open Mind."

Julian served six months.

Sylvia got probation.

They were arrested on another fraud charge.

He got jail. She got probation.

In New Orleans,
they opened a voodoo store...

where they promised to cast demons

out of a Mrs. Thelma Busfield for 20 grand.

Julian got a year,
and again Sylvia got probation.

He takes a plea,
so she can take a walk.

Mr. Bello seems to be the one
to do the heavy lifting in the relationship.

I would love to see the two of them in action.

Apartment Of Julian Bello And Sylvia Campbell
557 West 49th Street, Thursday, May 8

She was his mother.

He was her son.
Of course she found him.

We thought you might have helped her.

The police department uses psychics
all the time to find people.

Oh, l... I don't do work like that.

L-l-It's too disturbing.

Well, if you had a vision of her son's death,

you wouldn't tell Lyz?

Lyz knew there was a shadow on Clayton,

but she didn't know what it was.

Well, did you make her aware of this shadow, or

did she sense it herself?

Well, maybe it's the same shadow

that's been following you since Texas.

Speak of the devil.

The doorman told me you were here.

They're asking about Lyz Webster and her son.

Yeah. And we were about to tell Sylvia...

about the connection to one of your Santeria clients,

Eduardo Mendez.

It so happens, he ordered the hit on Clayton.

Julian, what are they saying?

It's the one I visit in prison.

They're harassing everyone who...

What is it?

Sylvia, I'm here.

Is she okay?

She's fine.

What is it?

I saw water...

rushing water.

A life sign.

- What else?
- I smelled fresh earth.

It's new life.

Do you feel new life in this room?

Oh, are you having a baby?

Yes. How about that?

You'll have a brave child.

Her clairvoyance...

It's not just sights.
She can also smell things.

Yes. And the next time
you want to drop in, call ahead.

I'll have a lawyer waiting.

Come on. Let's go.

That's a neat trick.

He knew I was pregnant from the store.

If she had said "crab cakes,"

he would've said "crawling babies."

Well, maybe it is a trick.

Maybe the trick's on her.

This can't be the Sylvia I know.

Ms. Webster,

I think that Sylvia believes that
she's clairvoyant,

just as she believes that she can
heal with crystals and potions and faith.

And she's sincere in her beliefs.

And that she absolutely believes that
she can share this gift with you.

She said she'd... she'd help me
develop my natural powers,

like Julian had helped her.

She expected you to pay for this gift?

Julian did.

There was a consideration every month... $20,000.

And a larger sum later.

When you had proof you were clairvoyant.

Yes.
$500,000.

But it went longer than you anticipated...

because you had doubts.

And because Clayton...

was pressing you to stop seeing Sylvia.

He thought I was being exploited.

You told Sylvia and Julian?

Yes. Julian said I should be more patient.

And then you'd have the proof.

The night that...
that Clayton died,

I know it...

it wasn't Sylvia who called you.

But it was Julian.

He said Sylvia had told him
to lead me in a guided meditation...

to try and find Clayton.

He interpreted what you saw...

until you were convinced.

No, no, no. If... If it's all pretend,

how did Sylvia know about the three churches?

When did she know?

The next day.

She had to have seen it in a vision.

Or Julian told her.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.
Clayton... it's all my fault.

They caught you when you were vulnerable.

Now they're vulnerable.

Help us catch them.

I'm so glad you called me.

L... I was sending good thoughts to you.

I see things clearly now, Sylvia.

Like photographs.

Just like you said.

I, uh, I made a promise to you.

And a promise is a promise.

It's too much, Lyz.
L... I can't.

No, no.
L... I want you to have it.

Are you all right?

This morning, when I wrote your name on the check,

I saw something...

You and Julian in a room with gray stones.

There was a... a sheet of water,

a mirror and a man with a broken neck.

He was asking a question about three churches.

And the answer was wrong.

It was a lie.

The floor fell away.

I saw you and Julian falling,
both of you falling through space.

Please, Sylvia, be careful.
Please.

Oh, no, no. Thank you.

Thank you.

All here.
Next stop, airport. Huh?

Next stop, downtown.

I bet you know this one by heart:

"Julian Bellonte and Sylvia Campbell,

- you're under arrest for fraud."
- Julian.

You'll sit here.

And if you need something to drink,

you just ask the officer.

Let's put you, uh...
Let's see, right here.

Everybody comfy?

In case you're wondering,

when you exchanged Lyz's check
for the cashier check,

the bank notified Mr. Webster
because of the amount,

and he called us.

And here we all are.

That's a big number.
Why'd she give you this money?

It was a token of appreciation
for Sylvia's guidance and advice.

We talked to Lyz after
we brought you in this afternoon.

You know, l... l-It's...

It's extraordinary.

Y-You... Uh, what? What you...
What you gave her..

what to call it.
Second sight?

Third eye? Sixth sense?

- The gift.
- Gift.

And Lyz said it didn't come to her overnight.

For months,
she couldn't predict a sunrise.

And then all of a sudden it fell into place.

She had a premonition of her son's
death that was bang on the money!

She even had a vision of where the body was.

But there's something she can't figure out.

She only saw one church.

Then the next day,
you told her there were three churches.

How'd you know about the three churches?

It's okay.

How'd you know about the three churches?

Sylvia, I asked you a question.

She doesn't have to answer.

I have to tell the truth.

Julian told me.

That night after he talked with Lyz,

he told me there were three churches.

Julian told you.

So, how'd you know about the three churches?

- Lyz told m...
- No, you have to tell the truth.

- Sylvia.
- Julian, you have to tell them.

Lyz had a vision.

She saw us in a room...

w-with gray walls made of stone.

Sh-She saw a mirror and
a man with a broken neck. Him.

And... And she said that one of us lied,

and then she saw us falling through space.

Julian, w-we have to tell them the truth.

Whoa. R-R-R...
She really saw that?

I gave her the gift.

And-And you have the gift too.

Well, uh,

th-that means that Lyz's vision
must be the real thing, huh, Julian?

Julian, sweetheart,
you just have to tell them the truth.

Come on, Sylvia.

Let's get you out of this gray room,

give you a chance to catch your breath.

J-Julian, tell them, or we're lost.

Lyz saw it.

Lyz saw it.

So, if you lie to us, that means...

you don't believe that Lyz has the gift.

And you don't believe that
Sylvia has the gift either.

You know, l-I'll bet that...

that you can't let on for one
second with Sylvia...

that you don't have faith in her gift,

that you don't believe it.

Because she'd be lost.

Because in her heart and i-in her soul,

she believes in her own clairvoyance.

And why shouldn't she?

Because when she's in these trances,

she sees these things...
she actually sees them.

And when she smells them,
she actually smells them.

Isn't that right, Julian?

Partial epileptic seizures...

caused by a dysfunction...
in the anteromedial

and posterior temporal lobes of the brain...

and characterized by visual
and olfactory hallucinations.

Sights...
and smells.

Julian, how long have you known?

Eight years.

They weren't that frequent at first.

She thought it was a psychic trance.

You thought you'd put her in the act,

puff her up until she believed...

that she could bestow this gift onto other people.

She was convinced that it was a gift from God.

It gave her life purpose.

It made her happy.

Julian, this is Mr. Carver
from the D.A. 's office.

What are we going to tell Sylvia?

Are we gonna tell her that you told the truth...

and that you have faith in her gift?

Or are we gonna tell her that you lied,

because you know that...

her gift is nothing but a haphazard firing of a...

defective brain synapse?

If I testify...

If I testify against Eduardo Mendez,

and I cop to this murder,

what are you gonna do for her?

Last time I got out of jail,
it took me six months to find her.

She was sleeping under an overpass...

on a pee-soaked mattress.

She can't hold a job.

She can't hack the drugs.

She needs someone to take care of her.

If you cooperate fully,

we'll see about getting her into a group home...

near where you'll be incarcerated.

No. But...

No, w-w-we'll make sure she gets in.

Okay.
I'll tell you...

I'll tell you everything you want to know.

You love her.

We don't do very well without each other.

He told us the truth. He told us
everything we need to know.

Oh, thank God.

- So we can go now.
- I can't. I'm sorry.

But, Julian, Lyz said we're not supposed to fall.

It's all right, baby. There'll be
someone there to catch you this time.

Julian.

Julian.

True love. Probably
his only redeeming quality.

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