All language subtitles for Law & Order s18e11 Betrayal.eng

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.

ISAAC: You're a sweet
disaster with no future,

not without
my healing hands.

(CHUCKLES)

A sweet disaster.

Everything about you, your skin,
so pale against your raven hair.

Oh! Look. I...

I just don't give a damn about
the laws of my profession.

I just want more.
I want...

I want more of you, my baby,
and I don't want it to stop.

(slsl-ls) I'm...

I'm damned,

but I just...
I don't care.

It's Dr. Isaac Waxman, three
to the chest and away he went.

He's a shrink. He shares an
office with a Dr. Ahlers,

that's who called it in.

ED: Was it a forced entry?
No.

There's a keypad
downstairs,

so either the shooter had the
code or Waxman buzzed him up.

I'm thinking one of
his whackadoo patients.

(SIGHS) Good hunch, Cormack.

I think so.

Can you get somebody
to open this door?

The whole place was
sprayed with bullets.

We got six in the
bathroom door here,

and four in the coat
closet, all nine mil.

Somebody was
on the hunt.

Yeah, and that hunt backed Dr.
Waxman up against this door.

Oh, damn.

Somebody was
crashing here.

A kid.

It looks like ayoung
girl, with brown hair.

I wonder what kind of therapy Dr.
Waxman was doing with her?

The closet
in his office?

That's right.

He used it for patient files but he
moved them into storage last year.

Have you seen anybody in his
office that didn't belong,

a Young girl maybe?

His practice was adolescents.
What are you insinuating?

Nothing.

How long have you shared
an office with Dr. Waxman?

Fifteen years, ever since he moved
his practice from New Hampshire.

But I never saw
anything improper.

Any problems with his patients,
threats, that kind of thing?

No, he never
mentioned anything.

His poor family.

Do they know yet?

We haven't
contacted them yet.

They only live
two blocks away.

We got a shooter and a
possible missing girl,

either one of them
could be patients,

so we need to go
through his files.

Not without a court order. I'll call
you as soon as I clear it with ajudge.

CATHERINE: Ifell
asleep at 10:00.

When I woke up and Isaac still
wasn't home, I called him.

His phone was off.

I thought maybe he fell
asleep on his couch.

Then I walked the dog in Washington
Square and took the kids to school.

At 10:00 last night, you went
to your husband's office?

No, 10:00 is when
I fell asleep.

I was home all night.
It was laundry night.

We're going to have
to talk to your kids.

Not today.

They just lost
their father.

Are we done?
ED: No.

We're going to need to take your
fingerprints and a swab of your hands

to check for
gunshot residue.

That's incredible.

A psychiatrist who treats
disturbed teenagers is murdered

and you investigate
his family.

It's just
a formality, ma'am.

Look, one more thing, there was a
closet in your husband's office,

had a mattress in it, and evidence
that a young girl was there.

You know anything
about that?

I'm sure it's not
what you imagine.

The police believe Dr. Waxman
was holding this girl captive.

I'm not going to let
them tromp through

the confidential psychiatric
records of innocent children.

Well, one of those
innocent children

might've pumped three bullets into Dr.
Waxman.

I'll meet you halfway. I'll appoint
someone to examine the records.

Someone,
Your Honor?

A psychiatrist
I can trust.

My own.

Twenty-two of Dr. Waxman's
patients talked about exploding.

Bombs?
No.

Figurative explosions.

Doctor, it's patients
with a potential

for actual violence
that we're looking for.

Oh. I'll take
another look.

Please do.

Ah, thanks.

So, a CSU found this spent
MetroCard in the closet.

It was swiped
every day last week

between 4:00 and 6:00 p.m.
in Union Square station.

Not that much
to go on.

No, but this is good.
This t-shirt?

Spitfire makes
skateboard wheels.

There used to be a corner
of Union Square Park

where skater kids
used to hang out.

Oh, they still do,
though I don't know

how many of them wear
$12 French lip balm.

Oh, yeah,
Money Girl.

We don't know her
name, man. Sorry.

That's some pretty
mean road rash, man.

Check this out.

I got it board-sliding a
13-stair rail at Brooklyn Banks.

If you really skated
Brooklyn Banks,

then you know what part
of Brooklyn it's in.

I don't, because
it's in Manhattan.

Okay. Her name's Amanda.

She went to the smoothie
place, baby blue hoodie.

All right.

You a big skateboarder
back in the day?

No, Tommy was.

The scar's from falling off
my bike when I was nine.

I'm going
to go around.

All right.

Hey, Amanda.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
It's okay.

I don't want to go back!
Don't make me.

Calm down! We're not gonna
take you back to Dr. Waxman.

Isaac? No,
I meant my mother.

Isaac was
protecting me!

Amanda promised me no more cutting school.
I'm very hurt by this.

LIAM: You hurt and
I'm losing half a day.

Why don't you call
her father next time?

Maybe he'll
come in from Japan.

Liam, let's you and me take care of the
paperwork so you can get out of here.

I can't control her.

Dr. Waxman was willing
to work with me

and not get child
services involved.

Involved in what?

Amanda doesn't
get along with Liam.

What did he do to her?

Nothing she
didn't deserve.

But Waxman thought it was best if Amanda
stay away until I made Liam move out.

And how did that
go over with Liam?

Isaac called my mom and,
like, bitch-slapped her.

He told her if Liam wasn't gone
in a week, he'd call the cops.

So you were okay
sleeping in his closet?

A lot of his kids stay there when they
need a time-out from their parents.

You just follow his rules,
about curfews and stuff.

So why did you
leave, Amanda?

My mom told Isaac that Liam
was gone, so I went home.

But the bitch lied, all of
Liam's clothes were still there.

I really need
to talk to Isaac.

(WHISPERING) She doesn't
know he's dead.

You really
trust Dr. Waxman.

He saved me.

He said life gave me bad parents
but that can be overcome.

He said be grateful I'm not messed
up like some of his other kids.

Dr. Waxman was
killed last night.

No.

I'm sorry.

Did he talk about any patients
who might be violent?

He mentioned this kid from
my school who was expelled.

His parents took him
to another doctor.

Did Isaac say why
he was expelled?

He tried to buy a gun.

Isaac said he was, like,
fixated on Virginia Tech.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

MR. DOHERTY: Brandon,
open this door right now!

I swear, if you don't
unlock this door...

Mr. Doherty,
do you mind?

Brandon, this is
Detective Ed Green.

You're not in any trouble, we just
want to make sure you're okay.

He just ate
dinner with us.

HEATHER: Mom, Dad!
Brandon's on his webcam!

He's webcasting
from his room.

Isaac promised me
it would stop hurting.

Oh, my God. But it's
just getting worse.

Look what
they're writing!

The cops are here.

Isaac's dead.

It's all messed up.

just want it to stop.

No, let me go! No, let me go!
Let me be with Isaac!

No, let me die!

It's all right, it's all right.
Shh! It's okay. It's okay.

My husband said they're committing
Brandon for observation.

It's the right
thing to do.

These are the pills
Brandon's taking?

Yeah, since last week.

These are prescribed
by his new doctor.

What did Dr. Waxman
have him on?

Nothing. He took him
off his anti-depressants.

He put him on vitamins and
organic food, meditation.

Doesn't sound so bad.

Brandon seemed to calm down at first.
He adored Waxman.

So when you changed doctors,
what did you tell Brandon?

That it was a decision
we made with Dr. Waxman.

HEATHER: Mom,
Dad's on the phone!

Excuse me.

The way they put it, maybe the
kid believed Waxman dumped him.

And so the kid shot him? Waxman
thought the kid was all talk.

So much for talk.

DR. OLNET: Brandon's
clinically depressed.

Waxman should've increased
his meds, not stopped them.

He's on meds now and we're
looking at him for murder.

My partner thinks
that all Brandon needs

is a little Vitamin C
and some moonbeam therapy.

I'm not saying
I know the answer,

but it's not
always a pill.

There's a healthy
discussion to be had

about over-prescribing
meds to kids.

But there is no discussion
when it comes to this boy.

He's acutely suicidal, with homicidal
ideations. Waxman was irresponsible.

Brandon's mom said
he adored Waxman.

Amanda thinks
Waxman saved her.

He must've been
doing something right.

Well, when I was 16, I loved my Uncle
Joe because he bought me beer.

Exactly. Waxman's
a rule breaker

and that's very seductive
to adolescents.

You want it both ways. Brandon loved
his doctor and he killed him.

He said in his webcast that Waxman
promised him he'd get better.

If he felt lied to,
he'd take it very hard.

I bought that target
off a kid at school.

I wish I had a gun.

I would have shot
whoever killed Isaac.

You weren't mad at him for letting your
parents send you to another doctor?

No.

He told me I could still call him,
even if I wasn't his patient.

When was the last time
you talked to him?

I think my son's
said enough...

Like, shut up, okay?

Four days ago. I called
him about my new meds.

I don't feel happier, but I feel better.
It's weird.

How did talking to
Isaac make you feel?

Good.

He reminded me to keep saying these,
like, reassurances in my head.

Reassurances?

Can you tell us one?

Isaac told me I had to be
a rock in a sea of chaos.

He told me to say that in my
head when things got bad.

(LAUGHS)

Okay, you can laugh, but I'd be locked
up right now if weren't for Isaac.

Locked up for what?

I did get a gun,
a Glock 9 mil.

I was going to shoot
these kids at school,

but the stuff Isaac taught me
kept me from doing it.

Where's this gun now?

I gave it to Isaac.

He locked it in his desk.

It's not here.

All right.

There's a secret
compartment back here.

Nice.

LUPO: Meredith.

ISAAC: Your skin, so pale
against your raven hair.

Oh! {just don't give a damn about
the laws of my profession.

just want more.

I want more of you, my baby,
and I don't want it to stop.

He's talking about
an underage girl.

He doesn't give a damn about the laws of
his profession, so she must be a patient.

There's no Meredith
on the roster.

Is she on these tapes?

No, it's just him, and he loves
to talk about sex on the couch,

sex in the parking lot
of a mental hospital.

So the shrink could
have used a shrink.

Maybe that's why he
recorded these tapes,

to make himself feel better
about having sex with a child.

If his wife
heard this stuff...

I don't think he was hiding these
tapes from the cleaning lady.

Maybe his wife has
access to his office.

Have you verified
her alibi?

She keeps running interference with
her kids. We can't get near them.

You know? Maybe you can, if she's here
looking at mug shots of known burglars.

For all we know, her husband
was killed by a burglar.

I'll send a car
to pick her up.

I was in the basement with Mom,
while she did the laundry.

ED: That must've been very
exciting for you, Donnie.

Is that short
for Donald?

Donovan.

That was my mother's name
before she got married.

And I was doing
my homework.

Mom was helping me.

How long did that take?

As long as it takes for
the washer and the dryer.

Mom never left.

She was downstairs
doing the laundry.

LUPO: Where were you?

Up in my room.

What about your brother,
where was he?

He came into my room a couple
of times looking for Mom.

And did the two of you
go look for her?

Yes.

We checked
in the basement.

She wasn't anywhere.

None of these people
look familiar.

You should talk
to Dr. Ahlers.

(DOOR OPENS)

Let's change
the subject.

To what?

LUPO: Laundry night.

You said you were
home doing laundry.

That's right,
until 10:00.

No, see, your daughter looked for you.
You weren't home.

You talked to Emma?

Mmm-hmm.

Where did you go,
Mrs. Waxman?

Nowhere.
Emma is confused.

We found your fingerprints
in your husband's office.

As you would, I've
been there many times.

Your fingerprints on the
keypad to the office also.

I would let myself in,
so I wouldn't bother him.

He gave me the code.
We had no secrets.

LUPO: No secrets?

You mean,
like Meredith?

ISAAC: The age of consent,
what the hell is that to us?

We're not clocks, The
pleasure that you give me,

that you take from me,
that's your consent.

I mean, you left your childhood on
the couch, that first night with me.

Do you remember? We
tore each other's...

Obviously, I've
never heard this.

I don't know who or what
Isaac is talking about.

You know exactly
what he's talking about.

It's why you went to his office.
No, I didn't.

You knew he was having an
affair with an underage girl.

CATHERINE: I did not.

You went to catch
them in the act.

You were going
to kill them both.

You had his gun
you found in his desk.

You have no alibi. lam a
rock in a sea of chaos...

Your fingerprints
were everywhere.

What are you doing,
Mrs. Waxman?

I am a rock
in a sea of chaos.

I will not be
bullied or broken.

I am a rock
in a sea of chaos.

I will not be
bullied or broken.

I am a rock
in a sea of chaos...

Your husband put you in an
impossible situation, Mrs. Waxman.

We understand that.

You're from Hanover,
New Hampshire?

That's where you
met your husband?

That's right.

How did you meet?
At a party, at school?

I mean, he was 20
years older than you.

What is that?

He had a patient
in Hanover,

a 15-year-old named
Catherine Donovan.

Give that to me.
Mrs. Waxman.

Donovan, that's your
maiden name, right?

You can't look at that.
That's confidential.

You were a child, just like
the girl on that tape.

Stop reading that.

It's all here,
how he seduced you.

Isaac said he
would destroy it.

He promised he
would destroy it.

He liked them young,
didn't he, Catherine?

You found out
he had a new girl,

and you figured
it was over for you.

No, he doesn't
care about her.

She's a disaster.
He even says so.

On the tapes.
So you heard them.

No.
You knew about his affair.

Affair?

Isaac has a sickness.

And when an animal is sick,
you put it down.

That's what you did,
you put him down.

He had no right to
treat me like that.

Mrs. Waxman, at this time, we're
putting you under arrest for murder.

Her admission
better hold up in court.

You know, you violated patient
confidentiality by reading that file.

Sign-up sheet for the
blood drive next week,

composite sketch of the Murray
Hill peeper, take-out menus.

Cool.
Mmm-hmm.

How'd you scam the grand jury to vote
this piece of garbage, Ms. Rubirosa?

Table for 26 at Nobu?

She offered them playoff
tickets, McCoy's field box.

An admission that doesn't admit
to anything, no murder weapon.

Her own daughter
busts her alibi.

Tell them about Emma.

And we have
motive in spades.

This alleged affair
with the phantom patient?

She's probably the
one who killed him.

Let's not waste
each other's time?

I'll ask Judge Vittelli for expedited
discovery and an early trial date.

Well, not so fast.
I'm not ready to...

Or we can settle this now with a
plea to man one. Fifteen years.

A six-week adjournment so she can get her
affairs in order before she goes in.

In?

No. No. Tell
them about Emma.

Emma now remembers that her mother
was home at the time of the murder.

Poor kid got her
nights mixed up.

We're off on the wrong foot,
a witness changing her story.

She's 14 and testifying against her
mother, we should've expected it.

Too bad our whole case was
resting on her young shoulders.

It's the case
I got from the cops.

I see we're off on two wrong feet.
Not good.

If you ask me, sleeping with his underage
patient, his wife deserves a medal.

That's a sentiment I don't want
repeated outside this office.

By the way, have you
talked to this patient?

Meredith. The police haven't identified
her. They're still searching.

But, on the promising side, the police
found a phone call Catherine made

the morning after her
husband was killed.

It was to her mother
in New Hampshire.

The mother who sent her to
Waxman when she was 15.

That's a conversation I would
have loved to have heard.

Don't forget to pack
your duck boots.

I know.

I dated a boy
from Dartmouth.

It is a weak case.
What's your plan?

Motions to get Catherine's bail revoked
and have her remanded to Rikers.

Keep piling it on until she
cries uncle and takes a plea.

You hope.

And I'm going to do something
about her alibi witness.

You don't want to know.

LUPO: This is Mr. Cutter from
the District Attorney's office.

I told him
what you told me

about your mother not being home
the night your father was killed.

I just got mixed up. She was in
the basement the whole time.

Emma, I know you're
protecting your mom.

But she's not
protecting you.

What do you mean?

You're a strong person,
Emma. I can see that.

I know you can probably stick to
that lie when you testify in court.

But Donnie,
I can break him down.

I'll have to, to get the
truth, that's my job.

And your mom will be sitting
there in court, watching him.

It's going to mess
Donnie up forever.

I don't want
to hurt Donnie

but what happens
to him is up to you.

Mr. Cutter...

So, Emma, was your mother
home that whole night?

No.

What you told Detective
Lupo the first time

was the truth,
wasn't it?

Yes.

It's all my fault.

What do you mean, Emma?
What's your fault?

I found Dad's little
tape player at home.

I listened to
a little of it.

He was talking
about that girl.

I didn't know what to do, so I
just left it in the kitchen.

Mom found it.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

You learn that
in law school?

Right out of law school, nothing
but drug cases for five years.

Would you feel better if I
offered her a lollipop?

I'd feel better if you
hadn't roughed her up.

How do you think her
mother got her to lie?

I'm playing to win, Detective, and winning
means putting Catherine Waxman in jail.

Is this some kind
of sport to you?

Stick with your
law books, Detective.

On the page, the law
is a much purer thing.

MAUREEN: Don't know
why I'd talk to you.

You're trying
to put Cathy in jail.

CONNIE: Well, my boss is.

He doesn't like women who
stand up for themselves.

What did Cathy call you
about that morning?

Isaac didn't come home.
She was worried.

She loved him a lot.

He worked
wonders with her.

Wonders? You're very forgiving, Mrs.
Donovan,

considering what he actually
did to your daughter.

Isaac loved Cathy.

He saved her, without medicines,
without locking her up.

It sounds like
she was very troubled.

When she was 14,

she got mixed up with some
frat boys over at the college.

Isaac saved her.

She loved him for it.

You listen to her that
morning, youWlsee.

You have a tape
of your conversation?

I was at the grocers. Cathy left a message.
It's still on there.

ED: Cutter! CONNIE: Hey,
you've got to hear this.

It's the message that Catherine
left on her mother's voice-mail

the morning
after the murder.

Mom, it's Cathy.
I'm out walking Baxter.

Isaac didn't come home fast night.
(SHIP HORN BLOWING ON TAPE)

In the background? Three
blasts from a ship's horn.

It's one of the cruise ships that
leaves from the Westside Piers.

She was walking her
dog along the river.

She told us she walked her dog
in Washington Square Park.

After what you put that little girl
through we have no alibi witness.

I've recommended my client
accept your plea offer.

Man one, 15 years,
if I recall.

Let me show you the newest
addition to our evidence safe.

Police divers retrieved it in
the shallow waters off Pier 59,

aGlock17.

Ballistics matched it to the
bullets that killed Dr. Waxman.

We can prove your client
was near that pier

the morning after
the shooting.

There's no more
plea bargain.

You're reneging?

I have everything I need to send your
client to prison for 25-to-life.

But she's willing
to take a plea.

Twenty-five-to-life, Mr.
Whitney, not a day less.

He browbeat a 14-year-old
into changing her testimony,

he sent Ms. Rubirosa up to New Hampshire
to trick a gullible old lady,

and when we finally
agree to his terms,

he takes the offer
off the table!

Mr. Cutter, in the
interest of justice,

can we find
common ground here?

Mr. Whitney had ample time to
recommend that offer to his client.

Instead, he allowed her to coerce her
children into lying to the police.

YourHonon if he won't
listen to reason...

His client sprayed that
office with gun fire.

If she had caught her husband
in the act, as she planned,

we'd be talking about
two victims, not one.

The People request you put this over for
trial at the earliest possible date.

It looks like I don't
have any choice.

You're the judge. Can't you
make them give the deal back?

No, I can't,
Ms. Waxman,

and I would suggest that you let
your lawyer do the talking.

Catherine...
You're fired.

I want to
represent myself.

Ms. Waxman, you have the right
to act as your own counsel.

But I am ordering Mr. Whitney to
remain as your legal advisor.

Fine, I'm changing
my defense.

I'm going to tell
the jury the truth.

Dr. Waxman raped me
when I was 15.

He told me it was
part of my therapy.

He abused me.
He twisted my mind,

and when I saw him preying
on another young girl,

destroying her
like he destroyed me,

I lost it.

I became
like a child again.

I was violated
and terrified.

I had to stop him
any way that I could.

She's admitted
to murder.

We're not worried the jury
will acquit her, are we?

Acquit her? You wanted
to give her a medal.

Maybe you should've left
that deal on the table.

Would you?

(sums)

Last year, a pastor's wife in Tennessee
got 60 days for shooting her husband.

That better not
happen here.

She's emotional and erratic,
with no background in the law.

By all rights,
it's a slam dunk.

People v. Fisher.

Mr. Fisher crushed his
fianc?e's skull with it.

Five people saw him do it. He was
covered in blood and brain matter.

The jury acquitted.

Wasn't my first case,
or my 10th,

it happened
four years ago.

No such thing
as a slam dunk.

Mom told me she was going to the
basement to do the laundry.

And then, like, an hour
later, she came upstairs.

How did she seem before she
went to do the laundry?

You know, normal.

She told me to get off the
computer and to do my homework.

CUTTER: Did she seem
frightened or agitated?

Not really.

Thank you, Emma.

Ms. Waxman, she's
your witness now.

Hi, Emma.

Hi, Mom.

How are you, honey?

Your Honor.

Ms. Waxman, you have to keep your
questions focused on the case.

Sorry.

Emma, can you tell about the time
we planted lilies on the terrace?

Do I have to?

What did Dad do
when he came home?

You know.

He ripped them all out.

CATHERINE:
Do you remember why?

He said you didn't have his
permission to plant flowers.

Do you remember when you left
Dad's tape player in the kitchen,

how I locked myself
in the bathroom.

Uh-huh.

I remember because
I heard you crying.

Oh, sweetie.

Ms. Waxman, you cannot
touch the witness.

Do you have
any more questions?

No, sir.

Redirect.

Emma.

Did you ever hear your mother
say she loved your father?

Yes, lots of times.

CUTTER: Thank you, Emma.

Dr. Stronach?

Our next witness,
expert on child sex abuse.

Clinical psychiatrist,
University of Pennsylvania.

Dr. Stronach's research was condemned
by a Congressional resolution?

Don't look at me.
Stronach wasn't my idea.

Catherine Waxman wants
the jury to believe

her crime was caused by her
sexual abuse as ateenager.

I want to give the jury
another point of view.

Dr. Stronach's research
will certainly do that.

It might also make the jury
want to string you up.

In the course
of my research,

I analyzed 49 studies
of college students

who reported being sexually abused
as adolescents by an adult.

What were
your findings?

Sexual interaction between
willing adolescents and adults

does not cause intense
psychological harm.

Are you endorsing sex between
teenagers and adults, Doctor?

STRONACH: Absolutely not.

My study does not address
legal or moral issues,

nor does it apply to
incest or forcible rape.

It speaks only to the
psychological consequences of sex

between an adult and
awilling adolescent.

So, no intense
psychological harm?

STRONACH: Correct.

No trauma to trigger or
excuse a murderous rampage?

Not that I found.

Thank you, Doctor.

Not everybody in the psychiatric
community agrees with your findings.

In fact, your study was condemned
by Congress, isn't that right?

It's probably the first
time since Galileo

that a scientist was
censured by a government.

But the earth isn't the
center of the universe,

and my findings
are accurate.

I mean,
isn't it true that...

Do you have children?

Two daughters,
11 and 14.

So if a 35-year-old man has sex
with them, it's no big deal?

Objection.
VITTELLI: Sustained.

Anything else,
Ms. Waxman?

The witness is excused.
Thank you, Doctor.

They didn't
subpoena me.

I volunteered to testify
as soon as I heard

you put that charlatan
Stronach on the stand.

She's hardly
a charlatan.

She's an academic, she studies studies.
I counsel victims.

You've historically
testified for us, Liz.

Your appearance
as a defense witness

carries weight far beyond the
substance of your testimony.

Catherine Waxman's using you
to support a bogus defense.

And you're using bogus
science to prosecute her.

There are a dozen clinicians in
this town who can make that point.

It doesn't
have to be you.

Stronach's position devalues
what I do, who I am.

Liz... I'm going to set
the record straight.

You understand you're working
for the other side now.

That means the gloves
have to come off.

I can help you here.

You mean go after
her credibility?

I know. She's a rape victim herself.
It goes to bias.

No. Not that.

Dr. Stronach only looked
at college students.

Many of the child abuse patients
I treat are so traumatized,

they never make it
out of high school.

Like me.

So you don't think what Isaac
did to me was harmless?

I'll speak
about my patients.

Even the ones Dr. Stronach would
label as willing participants.

Many have profound
and debilitating problems.

And how much worse is it if the
abuser is their therapist?

It's a terrible
betrayal of trust.

An ethical violation that
even in adult patients

can have tragic, even
violent consequences.

Okay. Thanks, Doctor.

How many of your abused patients
married the adult they had sex with?

None.

But as Catherine's therapist, Dr.
Waxman was in a position

to convince her
that she was in love.

You firmly believe he crossed a
line when he had sex with her,

with one of his
patients, correct?

It's unforgivable.

You've never
crossed that line?

Of course not.

At one time, you worked
for the police department

counseling police
officers, correct?

Yes.

I'll ask you again, have you
ever had sex with a patient?

For instance, a detective
who'd lost a partner?

Many years ago, yes.

But I stopped treating him shortly
after our relationship began.

But you had sex with him while
he was under your care?

Yes, but he
wasn't a child.

But he was a patient.

We can assume you
weren't worried

this terrible
betrayal of trust

would have tragic, even
violent consequences.

That hurt, Jack.

I warned you.

You betrayed
a confidence.

You went to bat for a woman who
shot her husband in cold blood

and who would've killed anybody
else she found in his office.

If I had to betray a confidence to
ensure she goes to jail, so be it.

These are the
rules we live by.

This isn't your
finest hour, Jack.

Nor yours.

It was my fourth session
with Dr. Isaac.

I had just turned 15.

Isaac told me that
I had to trust him.

He sat next to me,

put his hands on me.

I told him,
"Please stop."

He said, "Do you
want to get healthy,

"or do you want to end up
in a mental hospital?"

I didn't know what to do.
My parents trusted Isaac.

I didn't want to get locked up, so
I just let him do what he wanted,

and I just stared out the
window at the snow falling.

I went to Isaac for
the next three years,

and it was
always the same.

Sometimes he told me
that he loved me.

He would take me to
a cottage on the lake.

I didn't tell anybody because he
told me they wouldn't believe me

and they would put me
in an institution.

When I told Isaac I wanted to go
away to college, he got angry.

He drove me out to a mental
hospital in Concord.

He parked
across the street

and he told me that he would have me
committed if I tried to leave him.

And then he made me have
sex with him in his car.

I dropped out
of high school.

Isaac announced that my
therapy was a success

and we were going
to get married.

I didn't have any choice.

Isaac had me convinced that I
couldn't get along without him.

Isaac said that if I ever
tried to divorce him,

he would take away
my children.

When I listened to the
tape that Emma found,

I heard Isaac's voice talking
about this young girl Meredith.

I could hear the sickness
and the filth in his voice.

I had the gun that he
took from a patient

and I went to confront
him at his office.

He told me that the tapes
were none of my business.

That's when I shot him.

That's it, Judge,
that's all of it.

VITTELLI: Mr. Cutter.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Instead of confronting
him with a gun,

why didn't you report your
husband to the police?

He would've talked
his way out of it.

Why didn't you find out who
Meredith was and call her parents?

She would've denied it. I'm sure he
controlled her like he controlled me.

CUTTER: He controlled you.

You used to be out
of control, correct?

That's why your parents
sent you to Dr. Waxman?

I abused drugs and alcohol,
and I was promiscuous.

After you saw Dr. Waxman, were you
still abusing drugs or alcohol?

No.

Were you still
promiscuous?

No, because Isaac said I could
only have sex with him.

Is that the only reason?

Your daughter testified you
said you loved your husband.

I don't know
what love is.

I only know what
Isaac called love.

(DOOR OPENS)

Mr. Cutter.

Yes, Your Honor.
I'm sorry.

You testified that
when you were young,

Isaac took you
to a cottage.

Do you remember where
this cottage was?

It was a place
that he rented,

on a lake in
New Hampshire.

Lake Winnipesaukee.

Was it near a town?

I don't remember.
I was a teenager.

What's that,
Ms. Waxman?

Are you remembering the name
of the town it was near?

The town was Meredith,
wasn't it?

It may...
It may have been.

The name written on
your husband's tapes.

You never heard the
other tapes, correct?

No. I didn't have them.

People's 43. This is
from one of those tapes.

ISAAC: And we tore at each other's
clothes, all sweaty and gasping.

h' anybody looked out of the windows
of the psych ward on the third floor,

they might have
seen us there in the car.

But I didn't take you
thereto scare you.

I took you there
to convince you

that my world ends
if you go away from me.

(TAPE CLICKS)

He was talking about
you, wasn't he?

About the time he drove you
to the psychiatric hospital.

I don't know.

There was no betrayal,
was there?

No other girl. There was just you, Ms.
Waxman.

It can't be.

And these tapes, notes for a
memoir he named "Meredith,"

a journal of your affair.

Oh, God.

He wasn't cheating. He was
creating a record for posterity.

Of you.

You, his great love.

What did I do?

Isaac!

Oh, Isaac.

L---

lam a rock
in a sea of chaos.

(SOBBING) I am a rock
in a sea of chaos.

I am a rock...

Fine, and we won't
oppose parole.

We'll send you
the paperwork.

Catherine accepted
15-to-life.

That jury loved her.

We caught a break.

Well, the next time
I say slam dunk,

drop that on my foot.

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