All language subtitles for Law & Order s18e17 Personae Non Gratae.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.

Seriously, what is it about guys in
uniform that makes women get all stupid?

Is there, like, pheromones
in the fabric?

Or maybe the camo pattern
hypnotizes them.

I'm avet. I'm wearing
the uniform.

Do I look like I'm getting any?
(WEAKLY CHUCKLING)

Women are just...

Forget it.

Hey, what'd I tell you?

Sanitation Police,
don't move.

The what police?
Sanitation.

You got a license
for this stuff?

Put it down.

BERNARD: All right,
tell me what you know.

Those two were loading recyclables
that were put out for city collection.

I had a feeling
about that couch.

Okay, so you two were staking
out piles of newspaper, huh?

It's money out of
the city's pocket.

I just knew.
Working this beat

really hones your
observation skills.

LUPO: Blunt force
to the head.

Wallet and watch
still on him.

Eric Greenwood.

(SNIFFING)
He smells like beer.

There's a bar
right over there.

(CHUCKLES)
Mad observation skills.

He was here all night, kind of
stood out from my regulars.

Was he by himself?

He was waiting
for someone.

He sat in that booth, and every
time the door opened, he looked up.

Did that someone show up?

No. He spent the night texting on
his phone, right up till last call.

You're sure
he had a phone?

Yeah, clipped to
his computer bag.

BERNARD: Thank you.

Missing, one phone,
one computer.

Looks like Greenwood's laptop
is what the killer was after.

That Eric's girlfriend?

I doubt it's his sister,
but you can never tell.

CHARLIE: I've never seen her.

What about him,
you know him?

Never seen him either.

So what am I supposed
to do with Eric's stuff?

Nothing. Don't touch a thing
until you hear from us.

You got a place of
employment for Eric?

He used to work at a car
stereo place in Queens.

Hey, those ZLs, those are the
speakers he was getting for me.

Is it okay if I...

Didn't you
just hear me?

"Sound on Wheels."

If Eric had a hookup last night, he
would have told me and everybody else.

Did he ever mention
being in trouble?

He was a good worker. He
always did what I told him.

You're not the boss, dude.

Hey, I work in
the office, don't I?

TRENT:You. You were
the one ltalked to

when I dropped
my Mercedes off.

I want to know why
it put on 127 miles

while it was
sitting in your shop.

I'll be right with you.

LUPO: You go ahead,
Mr. Munsen.

So, Dale, you know this place Eric went
to last night, the Brass Monkey Bar?

Never heard of it.

What did Eric
do for fun?

Nothing. He moved here from
South Jersey eight months ago.

It just wasn't really
happening for him.

Munsen was riding him all the
time, making him work weekends.

Eric was looking
to move on.

Move on to what?

Maybe joining
the service.

He kept asking me all these questions
about the Marines and uniforms.

Have you seen
this picture before?

Yeah. Eric found it online.

He asked me if I could tell
the guy's rank and unit.

Of course, you can't
just by the fatigues.

You sound like a vet.
Are you?

I'm just heavy into
Call Of Duty 4.

The Computer Unit tracked
the photo to this website.

This Marine is selling
antique military maps.

VAN BUREN:
Does Eric collect maps?

Not that we saw. But he was
trying to identify that Marine.

Mmm-hmm.

"Semper Fi Forever."
Where is that, Iraq?

It's western Baghdad,
in the Dora district.

You can tell
from the buildings.

VAN BUREN:
These maps look rare.

Start with them.
All right.

HUNT: And this is being
offered for sale online?

Yes. Why?
Is it very valuable?

Well, it has
historical significance.

New York Harbor
from 1776,

issued in London
by William Faden.

So it's valuable.

If it's not a fake.

You want to see
the real deal?

Yeah, I guess we do.

The chances of buying an
authentic antique map online

from an anonymous seller
are almost nil.

Now, this is the way the
map is supposed to look.

Oh, my God.

The Faden map, it's
been cut from the book.

Do you have any
of these maps?

HUNT: Yeah, Quebec, 1759.

It's been stolen.

Every map in Semper Fi's
inventory matches a map

missing from the Public Library
or the Historical Society.

So someone just walked in and cut out
the maps, and no one noticed till now?

Thousands of maps,
thousands of visitors.

So we're looking for anyone
with a library card.

How about getting Semper Fi's
name from his webpage host?

Tried that. The host
is based in Estonia.

Well, we could try
buying a map from him.

(TYPING) VAN BUREN: "The
Quebec map is hand-colored.

"Think about it
and get back to me."

He's getting bored.

Well, keep him
interested.

I need more time
for the trace.

VAN BUREN: (SIGHS)
Keep him interested, okay.

"Meant to say you look
sizzling hot in your photo."

Lieutenant.
Give yourself a bonbon.

VAN BUREN: "I'm super flattered,
but I got a girlfriend.

"But just curious,
how old are you?"

How old am I?

How old do you feel?

Some of me feels 16,
some of me feels 60.

"I'm a very young 32."

ANTOINETTE:
I've got his address.

LUPO:PoHcd Search warrant!
BOY:Mom!

Get on the ground now!
Get on the ground!

What's going on?
What are you doing?

Where's your computer?
Where is it?

Is there
another computer?

SWAT OFFICER: Clear!

LUPO: Closed door.
Ram.

SWAT OFFICER:
The entrance is clear!

BERNARD: Ram.

SWAT OFFICER 1:
On the ground now!

SWAT OFFICER 2: Put your
hands behind your back.

Murrserr, fight'?
Y cu' re Semper Fr Forever?

Yeah.

Get him out of here.

"Can you send me any pictures
with less clothes on?"

"In your dreams, Loo."

(CHUCKLES)

They got him.

This is crazy.

I don't understand what Bob
could've possibly done.

Let's start with
selling stolen maps.

Not Bob.

You don't know my Bob.

This kid, Eric Greenwood,
worked with Bob.

He ever mention
him to you?

No.

Where was your Bob
last Monday night?

Here, with me,
where he always is.

All right,
who went to sleep first?

I always do.

Bob stays in there on the
computer, doing work for his job.

But I'm a light sleeper. I would've
heard him if he'd gone out.

You're telling me you don't know
the combination to the safe?

No. Bob just keeps our
important papers in there.

What's your wedding date?

October 10, 1992.

Well.

Hey.

Yeah.

Check this out.

What are those?

Possibly a stolen map
and pictures.

LUPO: You and your husband
go on any trips recently?

No.

A receipt for traveler's
checks worth $5,000.

But we don't have $5,000.

I didn't steal them. I got
them at a flea market.

A flea market?

Well, you know, my dog has
fleas smarter than you

if you think that story's
going to hold up.

Bob, we have your
library card.

We know when you were
in the same room

with the books
that these came from.

Now, was Eric
your partner in this?

Eric doesn't have
anything to do with me.

He had your picture, or the picture
of the stud you want to be.

Bob Munsen,
action hero.

These are what Eric
had over you, right?

No.
LUPO: No?

See, I think you were
bossing him around at work,

and he was going to pay you back
by blowing your little fantasy.

Then your family,
your coworkers,

they'd all know
that you never...

You... You stop it.

You know, once your wife got a load of
these pictures, she sunk your alibi.

She told us she heard you
go out Monday night.

No. I was home Monday, and
besides, she's a heavy sleeper.

Nothing wakes her up.

Really? 'Cause she told us
that she was a light sleeper.

She...

Hmm?

She...

I want a lawyer. I want a lawyer.
I want a lawyer.

He wants a lawyer.

Oh.

Eric threatens to expose
Bob, Bob kills Eric.

Nice theory. Too bad
you're short on evidence.

Maybe we can find
some in Plattsburgh.

He used the money from the
maps to buy traveler's checks

that were cashed
in Plattsburgh.

Did he go
to Plattsburgh?

No. The signatures on the
traveler's checks weren't his,

and the driver's license
used to cash them was bogus.

Somebody else
cashed them.

He bought nearly 60 grand in
checks over the last four months.

He could be sending the money
to a partner for safekeeping.

Maybe his partner can connect
the Bob dot to the Eric dot.

LUPO: Right.

ANTOINETTE: No Plattsburgh
on Munsen's computer.

There's a group of encrypted files
I haven't been able to get into.

Mmm. Those are the ones he doesn't
want his wife and kids to see.

How long is this
going to take?

Oh, have a bonbon
and relax.

There's one file that's more
vulnerable than the others.

It's in a different format.

There we go.

Look at this.

LUPO: Who's that?

It's a chat between Eric and
someone named Chrissy89.

ANTOINETTE: That's a private
chat on b-frenz.com.

There's records of
different chats here.

This one's from
three weeks ago.

Last week,
10 days ago.

And they all somehow ended
up on Bob's computer.

(MONITOR BEEPS)
My goodness.

I think I recognize
that belly button.

Yeah. Same girl.

Look, look who's
listed as her friend.

Eric Greenwood.
Click on "My Photos".

Okay, enlarge this one.

"My Special Man."

This thing isn't
about maps or money.

It's love.

Nothing else matters.

"Bob's a fake, Chrissy.
He's no Marine."

"He's old, he's boring, he's
got a wife and two kids."

"You're just being jealous, Eric. Bobby
is cool. He wouldn't lie to me."

"I work with him. He's ajerk. He
showed me your picture on b-frenz

"and bragged you were his girlfriend.
You deserve better."

"I don't believe you. Stop being so
negative, or I won't talk to you."

"I can prove it. I'll
drive up and show you."

"Don't you dare!"

"it's because I care about you.
See you tomorrow."

That was the last message Eric sent,
three days before he was killed.

Now, if Chrissy told Bob
what Eric was up to...

Would he kill Eric over
a girl he's never met?

What planet
is this guy on?

Planet Bob.

We need to find Chrissy. Did she
give out her address in these chats?

No. Eric did say he would
drive up, as in upstate.

As in Plattsburgh, where
Bob was sending the money.

Can we get her address
from the website?

B-frenz has offices here.

Let me get started
on a subpoena.

Now we spend two weeks
twiddling our thumbs.

Have a bonbon.

You know the thing about Eric
driving up to see Chrissy?

Right. He didn't own a car, and there
was no rental on his credit card.

Remember that lady
at the sound place

squawking about the
extra miles on her car?

Eric took the customers' cars
out for a spin after hours?

I did when I worked at
a paint-and-body shop.

That lady had an extra 127 miles,
not enough to get to Plattsburgh,

but maybe somebody
else filed a complaint.

RUBENSTEIN: I don't imagine
600 miles on my odometer.

This kid took my car up to
Plattsburgh for the weekend?

(CHUCKLES)
What for, a girl?

Why else would anyone
go to Plattsburgh?

Here we go. Somebody used your GPS
to find an address in Plattsburgh.

You watch,
it'll be a girl.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Hi, Detective Lupo, NYPD,
this is Detective Bernard.

We're here about
a girl named Chrissy.

(WHIMPERING)

Don't tell me...

BERNARD: Whoa, watch out, okay.
Come on.

Are you all right? Let's go inside.
Yes.

You okay, ma'am?

I'm Donna.
Call me Donna.

Okay.

She's dead, isn't she?

Oh, my poor baby girl.

We don't think so, ma'am.

That's not why you're here?

What exactly
were you expecting?

Why, it's been two years
since Chrissy ran away.

And then,
after all that time,

the police knock
at the door...

Is she in trouble?

Wejust need
to talk to her.

Why?

She's involved with
something on the Internet.

We think she's being
deceived by an older man.

(sums)

She was always so naive.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Oh, that'll be my neighbor, Ronnie.
He's such a peach.

He's going to fix my stove. I'll just
tell him to come back a little later.

Then I want to hear all about
Chrissy and this fellow Bob.

I didn't say Bob.
Did you say Bob?

DONNA: I already told you.

I haven't seen or talked
to Chrissy in two years.

I don't even know
if she's alive or dead.

But you do know the name
of her Internet boyfriend.

I don't.

You said Bob.

LUPO: You did.

(EXHALES)

We need to find her,
Donna. Where is she?

I don't know. I...

Some man came to
the house on Saturday.

He was looking
for Chrissy, too.

He told me
about this Bob.

I didn't want to tell you
in case she was in trouble.

Well, that's him.

Eric something.

LUPO: Eric Greenwood.

He was murdered
Monday night.

(sums)

He said he was
a friend of Chrissy's.

That someone named
Bob was tricking her,

pretending to be
a young Marine.

(SIGHS) When a girl's as pretty
as she is, they'll say anything.

We have Chrissy down
as a suspected runaway.

She was running
with an older crowd.

Drugs, sexually active.

Apple didn't fall
far from the tree.

I don't buy her act. A stranger shows
up with news about her missing kid

and she doesn't
call the cops?

Maybe you'd like
to search her house?

I don't see reasonable cause
for a search warrant.

My town,
my warrant.

This is some boudoir.

She's been shopping at Victoria's
Secret, bebe and Diesel,

but everything in here
is from discount stores.

Mounting bracket for a
flat-screen TV, a big one.

But no TV.
She cleaned the place out.

She didn't carry
that TV by herself.

Maybe Ronnie next door helped her.
I hear he's a peach.

Hmm.

Donna's neighbor said he helped
her move the goods into a locker

on the Tuesday
after Eric was killed.

What's the value
of these goods?

$60,000, give or take, which is
the amount that Bob Munsen sent

in traveler's checks
to Plattsburgh.

Sending them to this
woman and her daughter.

It's a con.

She reeled in a sucker with
sexy pictures of her daughter.

Pretty soon, Bob Munsen's
sending her money.

And stealing maps
to fund his fantasy life.

Where does this
put us on the murder?

Eric Greenwood tried to expose Munsen,
he tried to get in contact with Chrissy.

That's motive only if Munsen
knew what Greenwood was up to.

Donna might know what Munsen
knew, but she's not cooperating.

Have you tried indicting her for fraud?
You've got a locker full of evidence.

CONNIE: Well, the Plattsburgh D.A.
doesn't see it that way.

As far as he's concerned, Munsen
sent the money voluntarily.

He won't help us.

We need some
leverage here, Jack.

I'm meeting with Governor
Shalvoy this afternoon.

We know.
Your assistant told us.

No, of course you can't be chasing
dubious cases for Jack McCoy.

You've got your own murder
cases in Plattsburgh.

Tell you what, I've got a
supplemental appropriation coming up.

What if I find
a 10% bump in there

to help you with those
murder cases in Plattsburgh?

It's the right thing
to do, Harry. Thanks.

The woman will be charged with criminal
impersonation tomorrow morning.

How much did
that cost you?

Nothing.

I already promised the supplemental
to the Mayor of Plattsburgh.

That D.A. is just
not in the loop.

That's a polite way
of putting it.

Let's get back
to this crime bill.

You know, Jack, with my
good looks and your brains,

I really think we might
accomplish some good here.

WILLENS: I don't know how you
goosed our D.A. in Plattsburgh,

but criminal impersonation for not
disclosing her flaws to a suitor?

Under that theory, my wife
ought to be locked up, too.

CUTTER: Flaws? Your client
cut 30 years off her age.

She actively misled Mr. Munsen
to the tune of $60,000.

There's nothing illegal about receiving
gifts from a romantic admirer.

And by the way,
what makes you think

Munsen wasn't
chatting with Chrissy?

If that's the case, let's
hear it from Chrissy.

Where is she?

I don't know.

(sums)

It was me.
It was all me.

Maybe my client
and I ought...

DONNA: No.
There's no point.

After Chrissy ran away, visiting her
b-frenz page made me feel close to her.

I started updating her profile,
to pretend she was still with me.

I didn't expect
any attention.

But the men
were all over it.

I ignored them at first,
but Bobby was different.

He was sweet,
not dirty like the others.

I didn't ask him
for anything.

I didn't promise
him anything.

Except for the photos, everything
I shared with Bobby was true.

Except that the
whole thing was a lie.

No. We had something
real, heart-to-heart.

CONNIE: And your correspondence
with Eric Greenwood,

was that also
heart-to-heart?

No. I told him to
stop writing to me.

Did he tell you
Bobby was a fraud?

Mmm-hmm.

And did you inform Mr. Munsen that
Eric was trying to expose him,

that he actually came
looking for Chrissy?

Yes. I called Bobby.

You talked to him
on the phone?

I was so freaked out...

I tried to sound
like Chrissy.

Bobby was so surprised
to hear from me.

If I'd have known
what would happen,

how Bobby would react
when I told him about Eric...

Oh, God, I didn't think
he'd kill anybody.

We'll need records of your
chats off your computer.

WILLENS: You don't need it.
You have her.

In return for dropping
the fraud charge,

she will testify
against Munsen.

Donna's testimony
makes our case.

And her character makes a
pifiata for the defense.

If you're lucky,
Bob will cut a deal

before you ever have to put
this woman on the stand. What?

Donna's phone records. She did
call Bob after Eric's visit.

She called him again
the night of Eric's murder,

right after she called directory assistance
and had them text her the number

and address of the bar
where Eric was killed.

The bartender told the police
Eric was waiting for someone.

Chrissy. Donna told him Chrissy
was going to meet him.

But she sent Bob instead.

She was afraid Eric might
see through her scam.

And if he told Bob, then the traveler's
checks to Plattsburgh would stop.

She masterminded
this murder.

Maybe it's time Bob finally
met his dream girl.

You want me to
read it out loud?

Mmm-hmm.

These are the chats we found
on Mr. Munsen's computer.

We just want to make sure that you're
ready to testify at his trial.

(CLEARS THROAT)

You can use
your normal voice.

"You make me feel like
no other guy ever did.

"My whole body gets
warm when I think of you."

And that's a message you sent to a
man you knew as Semper Fi Forever?

Mmm-hmm.

CONNIE: Go on.

"I think of you
when I go to sleep,

"but I don't exactly
go to sleep,

�if you know what! mean.�

Why is that woman
reading that?

Because she
wrote it to you.

�Guess who? I'm wearing the red panties you
sent me, the ones with the little bow."

No, no, she didn't.
Who is she?

You got that message
from Chrissy, didn't you?

Mr. Munsen.
That is Chrissy.

What kind of
game is this?

'Tm going to take a photo of myself
in the panties and send it to you."

CONNIE: Did you ever
send them to him?

No. {couldn't
fake a photo.

No. It can't be.

Well, come on.
Let's ask her.

Semper Fi Forever,
meet Chrissy89.

Bobby?

Not exactly the Chrissy from her
picture, is she, Mr. Munsen?

But then, you're not exactly the
Bobby from your pictures, either.

This is Chrissy's mother,
Mr. Munsen.

Care to look at all the cool stuff that
she bought with the money you sent her?

Where is Chrissy?

DONNA: Chrissy
ran away, Bobby.

But when I was her age,
I looked just like her.

Ran away?
LUPO: Two years ago.

You were never talking
to Chrissy. Ever.

But everything I said
to you was true.

Bobby, everything
between us was real.

You bitch!
You lying bitch!

She sent me after Eric!

She said he was
bothering her.

She said he was
coming between us.

No, Bobby,
don't say that.

My God,
what an idiot I was!

Perhaps your client would like
to make a plea agreement.

Bitch! Bitch!

Man one, and he
testifies against her?

She told me where he was.

At the bar!

She wanted me to kill him.

Looks like we have a deal.

Oh, God,
what have I done?

LUPO: The defendant said that Eric Greenwood
had been to her house on Saturday,

looking for her
daughter Chrissy.

Was Chrissy there
with her mother?

No. She ran away from
home two years ago.

Mrs. Cheponis told us that she'd been
posing as her daughter on the Internet.

And do you know why she
engaged in this fraud?

Every time Bob Munsen
sent Chrissy money,

a similar amount was
deposited the next day

into Donna Cheponis'
checking account.

All ma,
more than $60,000.

So if Eric Greenwood figured out that Mrs.
Cheponis was a fraud and told Bob Munsen,

she'd be out
a pretty good living.

Objection.
Calls for speculation.

Sustained. Save it for the
op-ed page, Mr. Cutter.

No more questions.

Have you made another arrest in
the murder of Eric Greenwood?

Yes. We arrested
Bob Munsen.

Who's charged with
a lesser crime than murder

in exchange for testifying
against my client?

That's what they tell me.

And to your knowledge, who beat Eric
Greenwood to death with a baseball bat?

Bob Munsen.

And where was Mrs. Cheponis
when this took place?

As far as we know,
she was in Plattsburgh.

Three hundred miles away.

Thank you.

Eric never saw me coming.

I walked up behind him, swung
the baseball bat at his head,

hit him again
after he fell,

then I stuffed him
in the couch.

And how long was this after your
last conversation with the woman

you thought
to be Chrissy?

About two hours.

And what did she tell you
during that conversation?

Objection. Hearsay.

This is a conversation
between accomplices,

a clear exception
to the hearsay rule.

WILLENS: Only if we assume what
the prosecution seeks to prove.

Accomplices?

CUTTER: If Mr. Willens doesn't
like what the People...

I don't remember.

You don't remember what?

What she said.

Uh, I think it was
something general.

You know, like, how was I doing,
how she was doing in school...

Hold on, Mr. Munsen. I haven't ruled
on the defense's objection yet.

It's withdrawn.

Didn't she discuss
Eric with you?

No.

Mr. Munsen, do you recall telling
the police that Donna Cheponis,

posing as Chrissy, told you
she'd made a date with Eric,

told you where he was, told you
that if you didn't kill him,

she would never communicate
with you again?

I was lying.

Aren't you lying now?

No.

When I told you
all that stuff,

I'd never been
in prison before.

I hadn't slept in weeks.

My wife just told me that she
was leaving with my children.

I was scared,
just desperate.

How did you even know where Eric
was going to be that night?

Wasn't she the one
who told you?

No. I overheard Eric telling someone
at work where he was going to be.

I killed him
all by myself.

She had nothing
to do with this.

Chrissy had nothing
to do with this.

He recanted.
It was him, him, him!

Donna had nothing
to do with it.

No, on the stand,
he said, "Chrissy."

On the stand he said, "Chrissy
had nothing to do with it."

He's back to thinking
he's really talking to her,

that it was Chrissy
who told him to kill Eric.

He's taking the rap for the virtual
girl he loves. What a romantic.

CONNIE: Donna must
have got to him.

She fooled him
on the Internet,

she must have fooled
him again somehow.

They're in separate jails at Rikers.
There's no communication.

JACK: You must still believe
in the Easter bunny.

Have their cells searched.

Check their visitor logs.

Find the go-between.

HECKLEY: What's this?

LUPO: This envelope was mailed from
your zip code last week, Mr. Heckley,

the day after you took a collect
call from Donna Cheponis.

Do you know her?

Uh, who? Donna?

We'll take that
as ayes.

Watch your step there.

This handwriting right here,
is that yours? You sent this?

(STAMMERING) Yeah, okay.
How did you guys get it?

LUPO: From the person you
sent it to, Bob Munsen.

We found it empty
in his cell.

What do you mean, cell?

Bob's in jail, Carl.
He's on trial for murder.

I didn't send
that to no jail.

See? It just says a post-office box there.
Queens, New York.

Yeah, that's the address to the
jail, same jail that Donna's in.

Donna's in jail?

Why do you think she
called you collect?

To save money.

You don't know she's
on trial for murder?

I don't think so.

Are you guys sure you
got the right Donna?

We'll double-check that.

What was in this envelope,
Mr. Heckley?

Oh, it was just a letter. Donna said
it was a joke. I didn't understand it.

But she's a hard woman
to understand.

What was the
joke exactly?

She told me to write
to this guy Bob

to say that I was
a friend to Chrissy's

and that Chrissy said that her
mom was trying to protect her,

but that she couldn't keep it up, and
so Bob had to do the right thing.

The right thing?

Own up to what he did,
whatever that is.

Oh! I wrote it all down.
That's how come I remember.

Uh, I wrote it down
somewhere.

I sure was glad to
hear Chrissy's okay.

She ran away couple
of years ago, you know.

Uh-huh, we know.

Uh, her and her mom were
having problems back then,

so I let Chrissy
stay here for awhile.

Then she was just gone.

That happen a lot, Carl,
underage girls staying with you?

Hey, come on now,
nothing happened.

Jeez, you sound
just like Donna.

She had a real jealous
streak about that Chrissy.

You and Donna had
a thing back then?

Well, we still get together every
once in a while. You know.

When was the last
time you saw her?

A few weeks ago,
during the big thaw. Yeah.

She came over
and spent the night.

She was worried that the
cellar might be flooding,

so she checked it out
and said it was fine.

She was worried
about your cellar?

You can look around
all you want.

If you guys like spiders,
you're in luck.

LUPO: Thanks.

Donna didn't happen to stash a
computer down here, did she?

HECKLEY: No, no.

BERNARD: Hey! We got some
fresh dirt over here.

Looks like the thaw
disturbed this earth.

HECKLEY: You fellows
find something?

LUPO: I don't know.

BERNARD: Look at that. Look at that.
Look at that. Right there, right there.

Yeah, I think we did.

Dental records are in.
It's confirmed.

CUTTER: Donna must have found Chrissy
staying at her own boyfriend's house.

What was the girl
doing there?

Use your imagination.
Her mother apparently did.

She killed Chrissy and
buried her in the basement,

and then posed as the daughter she
murdered to fleece money from men.

And, just this week, she convinced
Bob to take the full blame

for Eric Greenwood's murder
to protect Chrissy.

Who doesn't exist, because Donna
killed her. A perfect circle.

The woman
is a sociopath.

However, the Plattsburgh D.A. walks
to the beat of a different drummer.

He's charged the boyfriend
for Chrissy's murder.

Because?

His house, his cellar, his
involvement with an underage girl.

Are you sure it
isn't the boyfriend?

He practically led Lupo and Bernard
to the body. And we know this woman.

She's a killer.

You're seeing Governor Shalvoy
again tonight, right?

It's his decision, Jack.
I'm the Governor of New York,

not the District Attorney
of Clinton County.

You weren't the District
Attorney of Clinton County

when you called
them the last time.

And I was
overstepping then.

How would you like it if I
told you whom to prosecute?

Iwouldn't.

I have big plans
for the state, Jack.

Plans I know you support. We have to
use our political capital wisely.

Jack McCoy,
how the heck are you?

I'm being enlightened
by your husband, as usual.

Don's got you
fooled, too?

How's your
lovely daughter?

Great. She got
a new job in San Diego.

San Diego?
That's our loss.

Thank you for
coming tonight.

It really means
so much to us.

It's good to see
you, too, Rita.

As for your case, Jack, would
it help if you told them

that the Governor was
taking a personal interest?

A personal interest?
That's great.

We'll send the Governor a postcard
when my client walks out a free woman.

This isn't over,
Mrs. Cheponis.

We do have other evidence
on both murders.

When the police were talking
to Carl, did he ask about me?

We're talking about the
murder of your daughter.

You don't seem
especially upset.

You know what,
Mr. Cutter?

After she'd been gone for so long, I
think I knew in my bones she was dead.

I've been mourning
for so long already.

This is just,
I don't know,

closure.

Unbelievable. She's going
to skate on two murders.

We have to flip Bob.

He's in total denial. He thinks
he's protecting Chrissy.

Yeah, well, we found
Chrissy's body.

It's atrick,
if you ask him.

I need you to go back up to
Plattsburgh and bring a box.

(DOOR OPENS)

Your lawyer agreed to
let us talk in private.

I don't want
to talk to you.

Well, you can
talk or not talk.

I can't use anything
you say against you.

I don't have anything
to say anyway.

Well, I wanted
to tell you that

I think you made
some bad mistakes,

but I understand.

You do?
Yeah.

You want to
protect Chrissy.

I see the appeal.

I mean,

just look at her.

When a man runs into
someone like that,

at our age,
hell, at any age,

and she writes to you, "You make me
feel like no other guy ever did.

"My whole body gets warm
when I think of you."

How's a man
supposed to react?

She's special, isn't she?

Yes, she is.

You could be free
with Chrissy.

Be the man you
know yourself to be.

She didn't judge
or belittle you.

She admired you.

And she rewarded you
with her confidences.

How her favorite food was

cheesebu rgers with pean ut butter.
Pean ut butter.

Yeah. And how she fell out of a tree
and broke her arm when she was 12.

We even found the X-ray
the doctor took.

And here you are
defending her,

defending her mother,
like a brave warrior.

And it feels good,
doesn't it?

Knowing that Chrissy's
out there somewhere,

admiring your sacrifice,

preparing herself
for the day

when the two of you
can finally be together.

You can see the fracture, can't
you, right there, and here?

It's healed now, but you
can still see the mark.

What is that?

It's Chrissy's arm, Bob.
What's left of it.

No.

Chrissy's dead, Bob.

Donna had her boyfriend send
you that letter, not Chrissy.

You're lying.
That's not her.

You heard a body was found
in Plattsburgh, right?

There's lots of runaways.
That doesn't prove anything.

It's a match, Bob,
a match for Chrissy.

You see that charming
chipped tooth in her smile?

Well, here it is.

Donna killed her
two years ago.

Strangled her,
broke her neck.

Your sacrifice
is for nothing.

The only person that you're
protecting is Donna.

(SOBBING)

Oh, Chrissy.

You have to help us, Bob.

She'd want you to.

Okay.

Oh, God.

(WHIMPERING)

Chrissy's real now.

The People recall
Bob Munsen.

I loved her more
than you ever did.

You didn't even know her,
you idiot.

Okay. Good work, Mike.

Guilty. 25-to-life.

And it seems
the Plattsburgh D.A.

has seen the light about charging
her for her daughter's murder.

It's a big state, Jack.

Be glad you're only responsible
for a small part of it.

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