All language subtitles for Law & Order s14e04 Shrunk.eng

[ Man Narrating]
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.

[ Door Opening]

John?
Croissants from La Bergamote!

Almond

[Sighs]

I'll be in the kitchen
making some coffee.

[Shuddering Gasp]

� [Briscoe] Who found her?
� Margot... the lady that works here...

found the D.O.A., called it in.
You mean the maid?

Uptown folks call 'em
�personal assistants.�

Anyway, she's pretty shook up.
We sat her down in the living room.

ls she the owner?
Margot said she never saw her before.

Place is owned
by John David Myers. That the song guy?

You can take a tour
of his Tonys in the den.

Well,
do we know who she is? Carrie Gunderson,

if she belongs
to the pocketbook we found in the front hall.

Half a dozen stab wounds...
defensive wounds on her forearms and hands.

Did Margot say
when Myers�ll be back? Oh, he's here.

Upstairs bedroom?
You're gonna love this. [ Chatter: Police Radio ]

[Green]
Mr. Myers?

Mr. Myers.

This could run longer
than his last show.

He went to the theater last night...
a premiere... Half Past Dawn.

You went
with Ms. Gunderson? He went alone.

He never mentioned her.
I never saw her before.

No offense, ma�am, but this
might go a whole lot easier...

if Mr. Myers
answered the questions.

John didn't kill that girl.
[Briscoe] You were here?

No. But I've worked for him
for 12 years. He's a good person-

- a good, sensitive, caring person
- So you don't know.

I met her at the show.

We went to Joe Allen's
for the party after.

I never saw her before.

But you, uh, got to know her
pretty well?

We... [Sighs]
had too much to drink. We. .. made love.

I fell asleep.
He has a lawyer. I'm gonna call.

Detective...
You should see this.

What are these,
props for Camelot? They're real.

That one belonged
to General Custer.

This one was Aaron Burr�s.
Mr. Myers is a collector.

Weird hobby.
John has a sense of history.

Get �em all down to Forensics.
[Green] Lennie!

It looks like mud.

Was this here yesterday?
No.

We worked here all day.
I would have noticed.

Besides, Sally was here.
She cleans every afternoon.

And is this always unlocked?

The alarm wasn't on
when I came in.

So, when Myers and Ms.
Gunderson get done sweating up the sheets, he passes out,

she comes downstairs for a nosh...
And shocks the hell out of a burglar.

Why would a guy with a crib like this
forget to turn on the alarm?

I guess he had
other things on his mind.

After a fun night of vodka and sex,
she bled out between 2:00 and 3:00 a.m.

There is some slight bruising
here on the outside of her hips.

Rape?
No, I doubt it.

The hip bruises may mean
that she was on top.

Go, Rodgers.
Eight stab wounds...

to the chest and abdomen
makes me think this guy was making a statement.

What, �Hi, I'm pissed off�?
No. One or two thrusts is pissed off.

Eight without-hesitation
wounds is uncontrollable rage.

Why, John David Myers, huh?
In college I played Maggie in Out to Lunch.

I know where he got the title.

Well, put it this way.
His piano stool's missing a leg.

Honestly, this dude didn't look like
he had enough rage to swat a fly.

Any of these do the deed?
Well, as far as I can tell, no. None of the incisions match.

Forensics ran Luco on the lot.
None of them had any traces of blood.

Tell me again why you
don't want to slap the chains on Mack the Knife?

Well the M.E. says
the killer was filled with rage.

This girl said, �Yes.�
That would make most dudes happy.

Yeah, but not the guy
she said �No� to.

You're saying she was
someone else's target? Whoever broke in...

went through a lot of trouble
just to walk away empty-handed.

He could have followed
her and Myers home.

All right. Keep someone on Myers
while you find out what you can about the girl.

- That was Gunderson?
- Yeah. First name Carrie

Mmm, sorry.
She's not here.

She could have been
somebody's guest though, right? Sure.

Somebody like John David Myers?
[Chuckles]

Leave it to John. You know,
I've been sending him these invites for the past,

I don't know, three years.

Not even an R.S.V.P.
My heart nearly stopped cold...

when his assistant called my assistant
and said that he'd be coming. What, he's not a big party person?

You know
the boat pond in Central Park?

John went skinny-dipping
there once with Miss October.

Nothing like a midnight swim
Only it was after lunch at Sardi's.

John wasn't what you'd call shy.

And then,
just like the Russian Tea Room, he's gone.

He doesn't answer calls.
He doesn't show his face in public.

[Green]
So, no openings, no parties.

The biggest shame of all is he hasn't
written a note of music.

This is Carrie Gunderson.
Was she with him at the party?

Sure. She was with him.
Not what he used to bring. How so?

She kept him
from taking that last martini.

And she's not a regular
on the party circuit?

I never saw her before.

[ Woman]
Oh, my God

Was Carrie involved
with John David Myers?

In her dreams.

Did he do this to her?

Lisanne, the way this works is,
we get to ask the questions.

I didn't know Carrie all that well.
Oh, right. She just lived here.

I was looking for a rent check,
not a best friend.

My last roomie moved to L.A.

- I met Carrie at an audition six months ago.
- She was an actress?

One of the great unemployed.

She didn't seem like
Jennifer Jason Leigh in that movie, so,

what the hell, you know?

Carrie went to the premiere
of a play, uh, Half Past Dawn?

Yeah, I know. It was my ticket.

- One of my regulars gave it to me.
- That's quite a tip.

Why'd you give the ticket to Carrie?
Why not? I hate musicals.

Carrie was crazy for them,

especially ones written
by Connors and Rourke.

Let me ask you this: Carrie's boyfriend...
Who Mark?

They broke up
about a month or so ago- some big passion play.

I didn't really want
to hear about it.

- Am I supposed to be shocked?
- No, not if you did it.

Believe me, I may have thought about it
more than once, but I haven't even seen her in maybe three weeks.

Where were you
on Wednesday night?

In the backseat of a Lexus
on the way back from Baltimore with two friends.

If you want their numbers I can--
Yeah, we do.

Hey, man, I'm ain't
the most sentimental cat in the world,

but if somebody I was seeing
ended up getting stabbed in the belly eight times,

I would at least want to know
the who-what-and-where of it all.

That's because
you didn't know Carrie.

Look, I-I don't want to sound like a jerk,
but that woman was one royal pain.

I'm a sucker for juicy details.
Okay.

I met her at the gym.
She's pretty hot and we start going out.

Look, I'm just looking
for a good time, right?

After three or four dates,
she's rearranging my furniture, correcting my grammar.

I swear-- every sentence out of her mouth
started with �You should have."

I told her we were done.
It turns into World War III.

- Calls me prehistoric-- a pig.
- I've been there.

She threw a mirror at me,
split my lip open.

My neighbor called the cops.
We're both sentenced to therapy-- anger management to be exact.

What a joke that is.
You know her shrink's name?

I'm sure it's in the court papers.

- [Green]
Nobody's mindin' the store? - [Chattering, Indistinct]

Sounds like they're in ?agrante.
Might as well get comfortable.

It could be Sybil in there by herself.

Excuse me?
Police.

I can see that.
I'm in session.

Yeah.
This'll just take a minute, Doc. Uh, talk among yourselves.

We need to make this quick.
[Green] Okay Carrie Gunderson.

As you can tell
by the empty chair in there, she's not here.

That could be
because she's dead. She was murdered Wednesday night.

My God. Who--
Well, that's why we're here, Doc.

Did she mention anybody in her life
who was giving her trouble?

Even if I could help you, I couldn't.

I'm sure you know
anything that anybody says in that room is privileged.

You'd protect a guy
who stabbed your patient eight times?

I have to go.

[Briscoe]
My ex made me see a shrink.

Now that was money well spent.

Twice a week I'd get on the couch,
tell him how the head of the orphanage...

used to get a kick
out of beating me with his shoe.

[ Laughs]
That sounds like Oliver Twist. It is.

Ed, there's one of them.

Excuse me, aren't you in
Carrie Gunderson's therapy group?

You're the cops.
Dr. Cyrus told us about Carrie. It's unbelievable.

Did Carrie ever talk about anybody
that might want to hurt her? Not really.

Did she ever mention
having trouble with her boyfriend?

She talked about the guy
she had the fight with. Mark, I think it was.

Anybody else?

Well, there is this one guy
in the group,James.

- It's pretty obvious
he had a thing for her. - Was it reciprocal?

I doubt it.
Which one is James?

He hasn't been here all week.
Maybe he's been cured.

I don't think so.
James had a court-ordered twice-a-week for 12 months.

He assaulted his boss.
Stabbed him a few times with a Sharpie.

I don't understand
what the hell I'm doing here! My boss agreed not to press any charges.

This isn't about your boss.
You missed therapy this week,Jim.

I'll pay the fine.
Funny guy.

Carrie Gunderson
missed it too. That's good. Split us up.

First one that cracks
gets a stay-out-of-group free card. She's dead.

What?
That's right. And since you had the hots for her-

Who said that?
What you gonna do,James? Stab 'em eight or nine times?

Hey, that thing with my boss
got blown way out of proportion.

I stuck him in the leg with a Sharpie.
No big deal.

If you stuck him once, maybe.

You know what this is?
I'm sure you'll tell me.

It's what's called your �yellows.�
It's like a �what you did to who" and what the cops did about it.

Listed here
are three assault complaints.

All those charges were dropped.
Yeah.

They were, man.
But you gotta understand where we're coming from.

You crushin' on Carrie,
she ends up dead.

Where were you
Wednesday night? I went to a movie.

Let me guess. Alone.
That's right.

Come on,James.
A smart guy like you can do better than that.

It started at 10:45
at the Cleanview in Chelsea.

Okay, okay.
There was this old guy sittin' next to me. I talked to him.

He got a name?

He had a bag from Urban Angler,
place on 26th Street?

I like to go out for stripers.
So, while we were waitin' for the movie to begin, I asked him what he bought.

He showed me this new surf-casting reel,
a Shimano.

What the hell?
I've been fishing around for a new hobby.

Shimano's top of the line.
We 're lucky if we sell one or two a week.

I'm surprised you sell much of anything
in the middle of Manhattan.

More fishermen per square mile
than most places actually.

More people
per square mile too.

You should try it.
It's good for the nerves. It shows, huh?

This would have been on Wednesday.
[ Computer Beeps ]

I did sell
a Shimano surf caster that night.

Customer's name is Josiah Winthrop.
I can give you an address.

Bought that reel for my brother.
Thing should last him till he's 80.

How old is he now?
Kid-- 73.

Later that evening,
you went to the movies, Mr. Winthrop?

[ Cell Phone Rings]
Sure did. Too hot to go home. Don't got no air conditioner.

[Green] Yeah, man. What? up?
Did you see this man when you were there?

[Green] Right.

He play one of the dead guys?

No.
Not in the movie, in the theater, sittin' next to you.

He said you two talked.
Yeah. Yeah.

Fella sittin' next to me.
That's right.

Did he stay
for the whole movie?

Yes, he did.
Showed him that reel I bought for my brother.

Thing should last him till he's 90.

That reel's getting better
all the time.

It's our boy, Beck.
Thanks.

The devil
is in the details gentlemen. I'm guessing that's a good thing.

Um, the shoe print itself
was too smudged to be able to match it to any particular shoe.

But I did an analysis
of the residue itself. It's soil. [Chuckles]

Dirt. Go figure.
No. Listen carefully. I said, soil.

New York City dirt
would have particles of asphalt, glass and concrete,

but this
is 100% organic.

You mean,
like potting soil? Now, you're talkin'.

Unless somebody walked in
straight from the greenhouse,

my guess is it came from
one of the houseplants. [Briscoe ] Thanks.

How many times
do I have to tell you this? Hey, don't get smart.

Why don't you tell us
about the dirt on the carpet in the den?

What do you want to know?
Well, how it got there would be nice.

I'm sure the killer must have
come in through the terrace door.

And stepped right into a flowerpot?
Those smudges came from a houseplant.

Your boss is pretty sharp, Margot.

First he kills the girl; then he stages
both the break-in and the cuckoo act.

Impossible.
The only other alternative is, it was you.

You know, I got to tell you, Margot.
I'm lookin' at your face,

and I can see that you're neck deep in this.

- I didn't kill her.
- If you're holding something back, that makes you an accessory.

John's not well
I'm sure he had no idea what he was doing.

He knew enough to send us out
chasin' our tails. Working for John is my life--

12 years, 8:00 in the morning
till 8:00 at night.

His success is my success.

His welfare is my welfare.

I'm the one who--

After I found the girl
in the kitchen, I ran upstairs.

John was crying. He couldn't talk.

I knew what everyone would think.

So I went back downstairs,

and I tried to make it look like
someone broke in.

- Where's the knife?
- I wrapped it in newspaper...

and hid it in the basement.

Tough day at the office?
I didn't think it would hurt anything.

What do you think
you're doing? Who are you?

I'm his doctor.
[ Uniformed Cop] His shrink.

What's this, swing therapy?
John David Myers,

you're under arrest
for the murder of Carrie Gunderson.

You have the right to remain silent.
Frederick.

Anything you say can be used
against you in a court of law. Frederick.

You have the right to an attorney.
[Continues, indistinct] Frederick!

I'll be right there, John.

[Myers]
Help me!

[Green]
Talk to us, Mr. Myers. Where's Frederick?

Something about an H.M.O.
I want him here.

Help us out.
We'll see what we can do.

[Exhales Wearily]
Twinkle, twinkle, little star

[ Continues, indistinct]
What?

Up above the world so high
I think he's singin'.

Like a diamond in the sky

This dude is starting to piss me off.
Twinkle, little star

[Whispering]
How I wonder where you are.

I'm telling you. He's too ill for this.
He wasn't too ill to go to a show,

a party, pick up a woman and kill her.
That's assuming a lot.

When the shoe fits--

I see.
Mm-hmm.

A celebrity notch on your belt
puts another star on your collar.

You're not scorin' any points here.
He couldn't kill anyone.

John has been under my care
for three years.

He improved to the point
where I thought it would do him good to attend a social function.

Looks like that was a bad decision.
He was actually improving.

He was starting to compose again.

Frankly, he's regressed to a point
where I don't know if I can help him now.

No offense,
but that's no longer an option.

You won't let me talk to my patient?
Your �patient� is a murder suspect now.

I'm a doctor.
This is a medical situation.

The man looks fine to me.
I demand to see him.

Until you have more stars
on your collar than I do, Doctor,

you can't demand a damn thing.

Frederick told me to sing
whenever I was scared

He tell you to whistle
when you stab naked girls?

Where is he?
I need him here.

Like I said, talk to us.
We'll see what we can do.

Promise?
Cross my heart.

I killed her.
I stabbed her and stabbed her,

and... she was dead.

Well, now can I see Frederick?

Docket number 323430.

People v. John David Myers,
murder in the second degree.

I was a huge fan, Mr. Myers.

My client appreciates that,judge.

I said �was.�
How does he plead?

Not guilty, Your Honor.

I assume your client can make
substantial bail, Ms. Cutler.

We 're not consenting to bail, judge.

- The People request remand.
- His face is recognized all over the world.

Where's he gonna go?
Your Honor, if I may?

[ Judge Mizener] And you are?
Mr. Myers's psychiatrist.

How about that?
My grandson's pediatrician won't even make a house call.

Mr. Myers is heavily medicated.
He can't function.

He confessed to brutally slaughtering
a woman he'd just met.

He's been under my daily care
for three years.

Your Honor-
I wouldn't really brag about that, Doctor.

Sit! I'm remanding the defendant
and ordering observation at Bellevue.

[Gavel Raps]

Cole Porter's lucky he's gone,

what with the dearth of respect
you people show men of the theater.

Cole Porter
didn't have a dead woman in his townhouse, Lisa.

John Myers? Please.

He's as likely to have killed
somebody as--

- Sweeney Todd?
- Very clever.

Excuse me, but this is outrageous.
My patient is locked in a state institution,

and you people are sitting here
like it's the Algonquin Round Table.

You're a guest, Dr. Barrett.
Please try to control yourself. I know John.

I know how ill he is.
I know that it's beyond his capability to kill anyone.

- But not to confess to a murder.
- He was scared. He was confused.

And he was the only one in the house.
Not quite.

Come on, Lisa.
You can't go with the break-in theory.

Myers's assistant already said
that she staged it.

What is it you D.A.'s say?

�Just because Mark Fuhrman
may have planted the glove doesn't make O.J. innocent."

- Cute, but not applicable.
- Try the opposite on for size.

And before you get
all hot and bothered over the alleged confession--

Myers signed a Miranda waiver.

It would have been good
if the police had read it before they put it in front of him.

Mr. Myers asked to speak to Dr. Barrett
before he said a word.

He's a lawyer too?
Oh, Jack.

You've always been so literal.
See you in chambers.

You're claiming that
Mr. Myers was entitled to legal advice from his psychiatrist...

during the police interrogation?

He unequivocally asked
Detectives Briscoe and Green...

for an opportunity
to speak to Dr. Barrett while he was in police custody,

before he made any
incriminating statements.

We don't dispute that.
But there's no Sixth Amendment right to a medical professional.

The Sixth Amendment is far
less rigid than Mr. McCoy would have us believe.

For instance,
an indigent defendant is entitled to a court-appointed lawyer...

even though
it appears nowhere in the text.

But the constitution
clearly says a �lawyer.� Actually, it says �counsel.�

On the face of it, that means
advice from someone he trusts.

In People v. Crimmins,
the court makes no distinction...

between members of the bar
and laymen.

The critical factor is the nature
of the advice being sought,

not the certificate on the wall
Under Ms. Cutler's analysis,

if a defendant asked for a plumber
during his interrogation, the police would have to honor that request.

No. But if he asked to speak
to a specific person who happened to be his plumber,

that would be
a whole different matter.

Nice try, counsel
Your Honor

when the police first spoke
to Mr. Myers, they were informed he was represented by counsel.

An affidavit by Margot Dalton,
Mr. Myers's personal assistant,

in which she said
she told the police, and I quote,

�He has a lawyer."

it's well settled that once the police
are informed that a defendant is represented by counsel--

Informed by the defendant,
not a third party.

As you'll see in paragraph six,
the defendant didn't say anything.

The defendant couldn't say anything
He was in shock.

The only person who could speak
for him spoke, and it was ignored.

Ms. Cutler should have put
this argument into her motion papers.

Would you have changed
your approach if she had?

The confession is out.

The old check and raise.

She set you up with a jab
and knocked you out with a cross.

Let's see just how many metaphors we can mix.
Well, I got a ton of 'em.

And if this Myers guy walks,
you're gonna hear each and every one.

Without a confession--
He was the only one in the house, Serena.

With no apparent motive.
Margot Dalton led us to the murder weapon. Her prints were on it.

Do you really think Margot
murdered Carrie Gunderson? Of course not.

I'm just giving you
a preview of Cutler's case.

[ Branch ]
Right. The butler did it. The personal assistant

Whatever she is,
I'd inform her she's about to become the number one scapegoat.

That might help refresh her memory.

John was more than a boss.
Are you saying--

He was a friend.
I did more than just paperwork.

I... talked to him,
comforted him.

I gave him
a shoulder to cry on.

So do you have any idea
why he killed Carrie? Course not.

I hate going there, Margot,
but there are two choices.

Either Myers-
Me? You think I killed her?

Lisa Cutler is fighting for Myers's life.

She's known me for years.
She knows I wouldn't kill anyone.

But you're not paying her fees.

A lot of fingers get pointed
in a murder trial.

You've already admitted
to tampering with evidence, staging a break-in--

That's right, to protect John.

I am just warning you
how it's gonna happen, Margot.

If there's anything
that you're not telling us--

When I first started working for John,

he was drinking a lot,

doing a lot of drugs,
doing crazy things.

Like?
Fights in clubs. Girls.

[Scoffs]
There were so many.

One morning I came in,
and there was a naked girl in the closet.

John was standing at the door screaming.
Do you remember her name?

That's when I made him
start seeing Dr. Barrett.

Well, I'm not at liberty
to talk about this.

Let me tell you a story about
two wealthy brothers out in L.A.

One of them told his psychiatrist
he planned on killing his parents. [Chuckles]

You'll never guess
what the courts said.

John didn't even know
Carrie Gunderson until that night.

How could he have
told me anything? If it had happened before-

It didn't.

I have a feeling
that his other girlfriends were luckier than Carrie...

or at least quicker.
[Laughs]

That's ridiculous.

If it comes out in trial that
you could have prevented this,

we won't hesitate to charge you.

John's mother-

put it this way-- she had a temper.

She beat John.
Psychologically.

One day when John was 13,

he came home and found her
standing over his father with a knife in her hand.

She stabbed him a dozen times
in the chest.

John saw the last five.

His mother? still in Oakwood
It's a private hospital in Maine.

John had fantasies
about stabbing women.

- [McCoy]
He should've gone to the police. - Well, they were fantasies, Jack.

He never thought
Myers would actually stab anyone.

No.just chase a woman
into a closet.

Myers told Barrett
he showed her a knife, and she freaked out.

Barrett told you all this?
Gift horse.

How dare you talk to my client's doctor
without talking to me first?

It doesn't feel right
being sucker punched, does it, Lisa?

Damn it,jack. It's not the same thing
at all. There's a little something called privilege.

Explain that to your client's doctor.

A psychiatrist is obligated
to disclose future criminal acts.

You've got Myers locked up
in a outhouse for crying out loud.

Who's he gonna kill?
That's not the point.

I'm going to move to exclude
everything Barrett told you.

And you'll lose.
You want to push the envelope? Fine.

My notice to change Myers's plea...

to �Not Responsible by
Reason of Mental Defect."

I was a drunk. I was a coke addict.

I abused myself
and everybody around me.

And Dr. Barrett helped you.

He saved my life.

Two hundred milligrams
of Thorazine daily

That's not living.
That's barely existing.

Well,

it's better than the alternative.

Which is?
[Chuckling]

But you made it to the top
of your chosen profession, in spite of everything.

Big deal.Who cares?

Did your mother?
[Scoffing Chuckle]

My mother has nothing to do with this.

I know what she did, John.

[Chuckling]

I've had six Tonys, two Pulitzers
and a mom who killed my dad.

That's... [Chuckles ]
That's some r?sum?.

They let my mom
come to my dad's funeral.

She had chains on her wrists,
and she turns to me, and she says,

�That's the last ball game
he'll ever watch."

My mother was a pig.

Did Carrie remind you
of your mom?

Carrie was a pig.

- Is that why you killed her?
- [Chuckles]

John?

Where's Frederick?

He'll be here later.
Tell me why you stabbed Carrie Gunderson.

[Chair Clattering]

Because.

Then I cried afterward.

Frederick knows.

No, he didn't hear voices
or black out.

He remembers exactly what happened,
and he feels terrible about it.

Well, lunch is on me.
So,why?

Wrong time, wrong place,
wrong two people.

We're not going to turn this
into blaming the victim, are we?

Think back to physics.
Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

From what I can gather
from police reports, Carrie Gunderson was an intolerant, controlling personality,

especially
where men were concerned.

Yeah. She insisted her old boyfriend
buy new sheets after two dates.

Exactly. She demanded that the world
be seen through her particular window.

And Myers
didn't like the view. Most men wouldn't.

The male of the species tends
not to care whether he drinks his beer out of a glass or a can.

Oh, come on!
Okay, all right, that's a trivial example.

But you got to admit
the American male has been--

If you say castrated, I'm leaving.

Case in point--
male opinions can't be expressed.

Their visceral behavior
is no longer tolerated.

Don't look at me.
Look around you, Serena.

Society is telling men that
they're in desperate need of remedy.

I'm sorry. Are you saying that
this was one small stab for man, one giant slice for mankind?

That is absurd.
What I really am saying is that it was a giant stab for Myers.

He called Carrie Gunderson a pig.

He also called dear old Mom a pig.

And it was really the latter
he wanted on the end of his knife.

I arrived at John's townhouse
like I did every morning around 8:00.

When I walked into the kitchen,
that's when I saw her-- the girl. [Groans]

I saw one of the knives
from John's collection on the floor next to her body.

- What did you do?
- It was obvious she was dead.

- So I went to find John.
- Because you thought he might be injured too?

Well, no.

- What did you think, Ms. Dalton?
- That john might be responsible for what happened

Why was that?

John was obsessed with knives.

What do you mean �obsessed�?
When I first started working for him,

he'd always have one in his belt.

He was drinking a lot then.
He got, I don't know, raucous.

It scared me.
I told him...

either he lock the knives up,
or I'd quit.

That's when he bought the display case.

Did you ever see Mr. Myers
attack someone with a knife? No.

But you told A.D.A. Southerlyn--

I saw him outside a closet door.

- There was a woman inside.
- And he was threatening her.

He was screaming
What was her name?

I don't remember.
Do you remember what he was screaming?

- Something about his mother.
- So, he thought the woman inside the closet was his mother.

Objection. The witness has no way to know--
Withdrawn.

In the 12 years that
you worked for Mr. Myers,

did he ever visit his mother?

John told me his mother was dead.

Then it would surprise you
to learn that his mother...

is in a secure psychiatric facility
in Maine?

Oh, my God.

[ McCoy ]
Did Carrie Gunderson look like the defendant's mother?

No.
Did she sound like her?

I wouldn't know.
What I do know is...

that the victim's dominating
personality reminded him of his mother.

Did he tell you that
when he stabbed Carrie,

he thought
he was stabbing his mom? No, he did not.

Is there any chance
that he thought he was stabbing her?

I doubt it. He felt remorse
for killing Carrie Gunderson.

If he'd thought it was his mother,
he would have experienced nothing but relief.

Dr. Skoda, I'm confused.
Mr. Myers is in his 50s.

I assume he's met
dominating women before this.

As far as I'm aware,
he's never stabbed any of them.

That's probably because his rage
was masked by medication.

Mr. Myers told me his psychiatrist
had started to wean him...

off the Thorazine prior to the murder.

You don't sound as if you approve, Doctor.
Thorazine is usually prescribed to schizophrenics.

The defendant is disturbed.
He's angry. But he's not schizophrenic.

Personally, I would have attacked
the cause of his rage instead of trying to mask the symptoms.

And he's felt this rage
ever since his mother did her magic? That's right.

Doctor, are you aware of schizophrenic
episodes occurring for the first time in patients of Mr. Myers's age?

Yes. But that's not the case here.
Really?

Dr. Barrett had only been treating him
for three years.

That's 47 years of walking
around the streets angry without killing anybody.

Mr. Myers self-medicated
with alcohol, with cocaine.

The point is,
when he stabbed Carrie Gunderson he knew exactly what he was doing.

He knew that it was wrong,
and he did it anyway.

In your opinion.
Yes.

- And you saw him for how long?
- Three hours.

That's right. Five times a week.

When necessary, more than that.
How many hours a day?

- Two, sometimes three.
- Is that typical, Doctor?

What condition is that?
For someone in John's condition, yes.

He was delusional. He heard voices.

His mother's specifically.

He carried knives
as a means of protection.

So, what you're saying
is that Mr. Myers...

thought his mother would kill him
just like she'd killed his dad.

That's right.

He was barely a teenager
when he experienced one of the most traumatic events imaginable.

I see. Is it true that you'd begun
to reduce his medication?

Yes. I'd been slowly reducing
his dosage over the prior year.

We'd made progress in our therapy.
John wanted to start writing again.

He was actually able
to sit at the piano for several hours a day

And he'd stopped hearing
the voice in his head.

No, he still heard it.

But he realized it couldn't harm him.

What happened the night
he killed Carrie Gunderson?

The play, the party, the public--

He was overstimulated.
It destroyed everything we accomplished in therapy.

So, once again,
he was scared of Mom's voice. Yes.

Why do you think he didn't tell that to Dr. Skoda?
John is a very intelligent, creative man.

He's embarrassed by his illness.

He's manufactured
many defense mechanisms.

The primary of which is lying.

So, he'd rather go to prison
than be humiliated.

Please don't trivialize this,
Mr. McCoy. The man witnessed his mother kill his father.

This is not something that's easy
to live with, let alone talk about. I apologize.

Did you know he was going to go
to the theater that night?

Yes. He begged me to let him go.
He wanted to see old friends.

I didn't think it would do any harm.
I guess you were wrong.

Yes, I was. But I insisted
that he not go to the party.

Because of the overstimulation?
That's correct.

The last thing he needed
was to drink martinis with an emotionally unstable actress...

Like sex?
who would only demand things of him that he couldn't deliver.

John is a world-famous theatrical composer.

She was a wannabe star. You do the math.

I did and--

That's all.

[Judge]
We'll resume tomorrow, 9:30.

[Gavel Raps]

Barrett said that Carrie Gunderson
was an emotionally unstable actress. So?

So, nowhere in our files do the words
�emotionally unstable" appear.

Maybe he figured �birds of a feather.�
Or maybe Myers mentioned her in one of his sessions.

You think Myers knew Carrie
before the party? Find out.

Believe me.
If Carrie had ever met John David Myers, she would have told me about it.

- Why? She wasn't discreet?
- Look, we're actresses.

If she and Myers were an item,
she would have called PageSix herself.

I already told all this to the cops.
Why push the replay button?

You're right. It's a long shot.
ls there any chance at all that she mentioned a Dr. Barrett-

Frederick Barrett?
Doesn't sound familiar.

Then again, she didn't introduce me
to every guy she spent time with.

- This is Myers's shrink?
- You recognize him?

He's the customer who gave me
the ticket to the theater--

the one I gave Carrie
the night she was killed.

Do you know if she ever saw
a psychiatrist?

She gave me one of her sleeping pills
every now and then.

Is there any chance at all you remember
where she kept the bottle?

I know she saw Dr. Barrett,
because he prescribed sleeping pills to her

Then what do you need me for?
It's a long story

So is the case law on
doctor-patient privilege.

Yes, it is. But not when a third party
overhears it.

Carrie spoke to you
in front of six other people. Who were also patients.

That's how group therapy works.

Carrie's therapy was
court-ordered, wasn't it?

That's the way it usually works
with anger management.

Well, that means that you were
required to file a report with a judge,

and that means that Carrie
implicitly waived privilege.

This may have something to do
with Carrie's murder, Dr. Cyrus.

Okay.

Carrie had been sleeping
with her psychoanalyst.

He broke it off.
She was planning to sue him for malpractice.

- So, you've finally seen
the light, Jack. - Yes, I have.

Glad to hear it.
Want to make us an offer?

- Why, Lisa? I think I'm winning.
- Yeah, right.

So, why aren't we in court?

Dr. Barrett knows.
It's what I've been saying all along.

John needs treatment, not a jail cell.

The only issue is,
who will treat him.

He's not going back to that
state hospital, I won't allow it.

Frederick's my doctor.

I think Dr. Barrett
might be otherwise occupied.

- Frederick?
- Don't worry, John. They're just playing their games again.

Well, can I play too?

Do you know �Follow the Leader"?
Or perhaps, �Simon Says" is more appropriate.

After all, that's Dr. Barrett's specialty.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

You say it.
Mr. Myers does it.

Are you saying
he put my client up to this?

Did you know Carrie Gunderson
was Dr. Barrett's patient,

and that they were lovers?

Frederick didn't tell me
to do anything. He didn't have to, Mr. Myers.

He knew your psychological makeup.
He knew Carrie Gunderson's.

All he had to do
was put two damaged people in the same test tube,

stand back and watch the explosion.

[Chuckles]
If real people were only that predictable.

Maybe he just told you that Carrie
was going to ruin his career.

[Cutler] Either way,john's not
responsible for what happened.

I'm willing to put
a psychiatric commitment on the table...

if he gives us the details.

No jail time.

How about it, Mr. Myers?

[Chuckles]
Frederick helps me.

The man so concerned
about your mental health...

is ready, willing and able
to let you rot in prison.

[Barrett]
You know that's not true, John.

I killed Carrie. I stabbed her.

Because he wanted you to.
He manipulated you.

That's ridiculous.
You have nothing to support that.

You've got to help yourself here, John.
You've got to tell Mr. McCoy how this happened

And you've got to tell him now.

[McCoy]
It's that or man one, Mr. Myers.

He used you.

He's my doctor.

Very good, John.

What does that mean, �man one"?
Fifteen-to-life.

He doesn't deserve that.
Because he's sick?

That's right.
Doctor, heal thyself.

Whatever you think,
I was not responsible for this.

I'm a doctor.
I do what I can to cure the ill.

I can't save every patient.
Mea culpa. I failed with John.

Don't beat yourself up,
Doctor.

Ossining has a way
of working wonders with people like Mr. Myers.

What's that
supposed to mean?

A month, six months, a year-

Before you know it,
he'll be as good as new.

Talking...
like a teenager with a first phone.

Going down.

[Howling]

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