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NARRATOR:
In the criminal justice system

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

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Yeah, it's really great.
And if you like this video game,

maybe you could come with me
to my cousin's house this weekend.

Uh, my weekends
are kind of full.

Oh, right.

What are you
doing here?

It's joy
to see you, too.

Shoes off if you go
in the kitchen.

We're going to go
to my room.

So, could you please
not tell Mom and Dad about us playing Xbox?

Sorry, love.
I can't keep secrets from the boss.

I fix you milk
and cookies.

I got a ping-pong table
downstairs and...

That's okay.
I'll just see you at school.

(EXHALES)

I kept
ringing the bell,

and then I see
this stuff seeping under the door.

Oh, my God.
I got blood on my sneakers.

All right.
Take a breath.

You told 911
you saw a man leaving the house.

I was wheeling my cart
towards the house.

This guy came
down those steps. He rushed right by me.

Okay. What did
he look like?

Like a businessman.
Nice coat and hat and a brown briefcase.

Brown briefcase.
Was he white, black?

White.
He had the hat pulled down

and he was walking
real fast and...

I'm sorry. I, like,
noticed the guy, but I didn't see him, and...

It's...
It's okay. Hey.

Sit down and take
some deep breaths. All right?

BULLARD: Homeowners are
a couple of doctors.

They're on their way home.
This is the cleaning lady.

No sign of forced entry.
Must have cut her after she opened the door.

That wound is deep.
Hell of a big knife.

The witness saw a man
leaving the house with a briefcase.

The knife might have
been inside.

The call said
there were two DOAs?

BERNARD: Looks like
he was doing his homework.

Barely had a chance
to get up.

Somebody
cut off his hair.

Son of a bitch
took a souvenir.

HAROLD: It doesn't
make sense.

If they didn't steal
anything...

Look, has anyone
in your family been threatened?

Threatened? No.

What kind of medicine
do you practice?

We're neurologists.

We conduct research
in pain management.

Do you keep drugs
in the house?

Of course not.
Everything is at the lab, under lock and key.

Your lab
at Hudson University.

Is that where you were
this afternoon?

You're asking us
where we were?

Joyce, they're just
doing their job.

Uh, yeah. We were
in our offices all day.

What about your
housekeeper, Dr. Foley?

What can you
tell us about her?

Grazinya was
a schoolteacher in Poland.

Her husband is dead.

She lived alone
in Brooklyn.

She wasn't even supposed
to be there today.

Mondays she works
for another family.

But she called
last night and...

And said they wanted her
to switch days.

So, normally, your son
would have been home by himself.

Yes.

Well, did he ever mention
anybody bothering him?

On the Internet
maybe?

No. We monitored
his computer use very carefully.

JOYCE: Why would anybody
do this to him?

He was just...
He was just a sweet little boy.

We're very sorry
for your loss.

Male white.
Gray fedora.

Brown briefcase.
That's it?

Well, the delivery kid's
with the sketch artist,

but everything
they come up with

looks like Picasso's
greatest hits.

Well, we're going
on the theory

that the Foley boy
was the target.

So, let's check
with his school

and see if he got
into any trouble

his parents
didn't know about.

I only stayed
at his house, like, two minutes.

So, when you left,
did you see anyone outside?

No. I...

What's wrong?

What if I didn't leave?

Listen to me.
You're safe now, okay?

And you're here to help us
find the person who hurt your friend. Right?

Why did you stay
only two minutes?

You two get
into a fight?

No. We were going
to play Madden 09,

but his maid was there.
So, we couldn't.

Because?

Well, Eric was only supposed
to play video games on the weekend.

And the maid said
she'd have to tell his parents.

So, Eric was going to
break the rules. He do this a lot?

No.

He worried
about his parents.

You know,
letting them down and stuff.

Well, it sounds like
he really looked up to them.

Yeah. He said
they were, like,

genius mad scientists
who did top-secret stuff.

Top-secret stuff?
Eric say what kind?

No.

Well, yeah. He said
they experimented on people's brains.

He said
it was totally psycho.

VOSS: There's
nothing psycho about pain management studies.

Who said that?

LUPO: Their son. Eric.

(SIGHS) So tragic.

The university is
putting up a $100,000 reward.

How effective are rewards?
Has anybody done a study?

Well, I'm sure
they have.

So, what exactly did
the Foleys' research consist of?

Drug trials, mainly.

They once experimented
with stingrays.

Stingrays.
As in the fish? Yes.

In Roman times,
a live stingray was placed on your head

as a treatment
for migraines.

Turns out there was
something to it.

No kidding.

The electrical pulses
of the animal disrupted the migraine's pain aura.

Okay. Have you had
any problems

with the Foleys'
test subjects?

Nothing that has
filtered up to me.

Can you point us
to the Foleys' assistant?

The test subjects
are students here at Hudson.

They all have chronic pain,
from sports injuries or headaches.

Any unsatisfied
customers?

No. I mean,

either the pain
medication works and they feel better,

or it doesn't work
and they feel the same as before.

Lasky.

There are a lot of
calls here from Lasky or about Lasky.

He's a writer for
Contemporary Science.

He had been bugging Joyce
for an interview for the last month.

She was dodging him?

Contemporary Science
is like "Science for Dummies."

Joyce and Harold
are very busy.

Okay. Lasky say what
he wants to talk about? No.

Even after I went
on the interview, he wouldn't say.

You went.
Joyce sent me.

She wasn't
returning Lasky's calls. So, he called Dr. Voss,

Voss put the squeeze
on Joyce...

So, she sent me
to the interview.

No offense,
but sending an intern

to talk
to a science magazine?

Yeah. I know.

When I showed up,
Lasky nearly had a fit.

An intern.
That speaks for itself.

The Foleys
are stonewalling.

What do you think
they're hiding?

Three years ago,
they got a half- a-million-dollar grant

from Orsher Pharma to
study a new beta-blocker.

Three years ago.

Where are the results
of that study?

I give up.
Where are they?

Exactly.
They're nowhere.

They either
diverted the money,

or should I say
stole it,

or they buried the results
because something went horribly wrong.

Horribly wrong how?

One of their
test subjects got hurt? I'm just speculating.

And I don't mean
to pick on them with their tragedy, but...

Can we see your article?

Well, I haven't
written it, yet.

How could I when Joyce Foley
sends some dingbat intern to talk to me?

We weren't hiding anything.
The man was a pest.

One of those
"gotcha" journalists from a third-rate publication.

Whatever happened to
that $500,000 drug study?

The drug didn't
perform better than the placebo.

And you didn't want
to advertise the results.

Orsher Pharma owns
the results.

It's up to them
to publish them.

We study
pain management,

but this pain, I don't...
I don't know how people go on.

HAROLD: You're welcome
to every piece of paper in our office.

We have nothing
to hide.

Oh, my God.
It's Eric's hair.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
They sent me Eric's hair!

Don't move.
Let me take this. Let me take this.

Let it go.
Let it go.

JOYCE: Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. LUPO: I think I got it all.

Take her over there?

Oh, my...

This guy's
a piece of work.

"In your time of loss,
here's something to remember your son by.

"His pain is over.
Yours has just begun."

Forensics confirmed the hair
in the condolence card was Eric Foley's.

It wasn't enough
to kill their son.

Now, he has
to torture them.

And the card
was addressed to Joyce Foley.

Whatever
this guy's thing is,

it's with her,
not the husband.

The card was postmarked
in Amherst, Massachusetts.

Do the Foleys
have ties there?

Nothing.

Well, the boy's service
is today, isn't it?

We're dealing
with a sadist here.

Stay close
to Joyce Foley.

I hate this.

Funerals.

Hey.
What's he doing here?

He doesn't even
know them.

That pain that grows
with time

that no pill
can seem to soothe...

To lose someone,
that's the hardest thing, isn't it, Joyce?

JOYCE: Let... Let go
of my hand, please.

Move along, Mr. Lasky.
Move along. JOYCE: Let go of my...

He asked you nicely.

I didn't do
anything wrong.

Let's talk
about it over here.

I lost control of myself,
and I'm sorry.

Now, what are
you doing here in the first place, huh?

You practically accused
those two of being quacks.

I may not respect them
as scientists, but I feel for them.

Just out of curiosity,
where were you Monday when that boy was murdered?

I was working.
I work every day.

At your office?

Office or home.
I don't recall.

Do you think your boss
would recall?

Why are you
interrogating me?

You been to Amherst,
Massachusetts, lately, Mr. Lasky?

I won't answer
any more questions.

All I did was
offer my condolences.

May I go now?

Yeah, you can go.

Just stay away
from the Foleys.

Far away.

Clear?

He wasn't there
in any official capacity.

I'm sorry
he upset people.

Ned can be intense.

Is he like that
with all the articles he writes,

or is it just
with the Foleys?

Ned hasn't written
any articles. He's a fact-checker.

The Foley story
was his first assignment.

Whose idea was that?

His. He's been
after me for months to give him a shot.

He'd done
all the research.

All he was missing
was an interview with the Foleys.

Has he been in
every day this week?

Uh, Monday he worked
from home.

Tuesday, he popped in,
in the late afternoon.

Wednesday, Thursday
he was here. Why?

We're just nosy.

Any reason
he might have been in Amherst this week?

No. Unless he had
alumni business.

He went to college
in Amherst?

Yes. He has a degree
in Chemistry from U. Mass.

You have
his home address?

(TYPING)

And when he comes in,
don't tell him we were here.

He's home,
at the office, at the library...

My husband's not
a 5-year-old.

I don't keep track
of him.

We just need to know
if he was out of town this week.

What's it to
the New York City Police?

Well, there was
an accident report, Mrs. Lasky.

We're just following up.

What time will
you be back from work?

MOLLY: I don't know.

You need
to move the car before you go.

I know, Mom.
Stop nagging me.

They're asking questions
about your father.

So, what's this about
an accident?

Just a little
fender-bender in Amherst. In Massachusetts.

You're going to be late
for work again.

Well, that must
be a mistake.

We almost never drive.

Just from one side
of the street to the other,

back and forth.

I have to go. Bye-bye.

Amherst really got
a rise out of them.

Uh-huh.

I wish my car
was this clean inside.

Well, you've got two kids
riding around with you now.

Jenny keeps letting
them eat Skittles in the car.

Every time I get out
of the car,

I got Skittles attached
to my ass.

The kids think
it's hilarious. (LAUGHS)

All right.
Last inspection was three weeks ago.

Get the mileage, too.

Lasky put over
400 miles on the car since it was inspected.

Well, Amherst is about
350 miles round trip.

You get any forensics
on the condolence card?

No fingerprints
we can match with Lasky,

and no DNA
on the stamp or the envelope.

But Lasky has
a bug up his nose about the Foleys.

He showed up
at the funeral.

He went to college
in the town

where the card
was mailed from.

He's got a lot of
strikes against him.

Well, can you find
a weak spot?

I think we already did.

I... I can't talk
to you guys. I need this job.

I have student loans.
I live with my parents.

Now, don't worry.
We can talk to your boss.

You lied to my mom
about that accident.

My dad said you guys
were harassing him about some murder?

Two murders. Including
a 12-year-old kid.

Now, if we get
some straight answers,

we can leave
your dad alone.

Like that car that
just gets driven

from one side
of the street to the other?

Somebody put
400 miles on it in the last three weeks.

You're lying again.

Really?

What was that look
between you and your mother when we mentioned Amherst?

Nothing. That's where
he went to college.

You guys are
just picking on him because it's easy.

Because he never
fights back.

Never? People pick
on him a lot?

Yeah.

That's why he sees
this shrink. Dr. Doland.

He has depression?

Yeah.

I've got to
get back to work.

Molly. Look...

We're not harassing
your dad for fun.

A condolence card
to the parents of the dead boy

was mailed
from Amherst.

A lock of the boy's hair
was in the card.

Here's my card.

Just so you know, Molly,
there is a $100,000 reward on this case.

It would be a shame
if we arrested the murderer and nobody got that money.

You just
offered her a bribe.

No. That's what
a reward is.

If you feel guilty
about it,

let's talk it over
with Lasky's shrink.

I know the exception
to the patient privilege, but it doesn't apply here.

No one threatened
to commit a crime.

Just so we're clear
on what crime we're talking about.

These are photos
from the crime scene.

The killer
used a big knife.

Little Eric Foley
was doing his homework when he was cut.

It's so brutal.

We're confident
that we'll find the killer.

There's a $100,000 reward.

I'm actually not
surprised you're here.

Why's that, Doctor?

I didn't see Ned
this week.

We had our session
over the phone.

There were circumstances

that indicated
a phone session would be more suitable.

Suitable? Meaning what?

You didn't want to be
in the same room with someone who,

speaking hypothetically,
just slit two people's throats?

Hypothetically speaking.

MOLLY: I can't talk
to you guys.

I have 20 minutes to
get to my other job.

We just wanted
to thank you for the tip

about your dad's
therapist.

That wasn't a tip.
I was just trying to explain about my dad.

Yeah. Dr. Doland
explained a lot.

She did?

Oh, God.

I'm already
in enough trouble with my dad.

How's that?

It's because
of his depression.

That's why he's
always criticizing me.

Oh, yeah.
That can be rough.

I bet you try hard
to please him, too.

Working two jobs...

I'm trying to
save up enough money

so I can take
acting lessons. But...

(LAUGHS DEPRECATINGLY)

He doesn't think
I'm pretty enough.

And it was the same thing
when I wanted to join this sorority in college.

He said that they
would never take me because I'm plain.

Like a homemade pie.

LUPO: I don't think
that's depression, Molly.

Your dad
just sounds mean.

Anyway, we pretty much
have what we need to arrest him.

His therapist is going
to claim the reward, which doesn't seem fair.

Doesn't look like
she did him any good.

LUPO: 100 grand, Molly.

That's rent,
loan payments and acting classes.

And as my partner says,
we pretty much have him dead to rights already.

A father who doesn't
appreciate you?

He took the car Tuesday.
He left really early.

And then,
I found a receipt in the car for gas in Massachusetts.

Anything else?

When I looked up
the murders on the web,

they said there was
a witness who saw a man with a briefcase. And...

Last week,
I saw a brown briefcase in a shopping bag

in the trunk of the car
and I haven't seen it since.

Taking a trip?

Hey. Hey. I'm going
to the gym. Turn around.

Going to the gym?
What a coincidence.

We just got you
a new gym membership. At Rikers.

Yeah. You're under arrest,
Mr. Lasky.

You can't do that.
Oh, we beg to differ.

You can't open that.

You like telling people
what they can't do, don't you?

Driving directions
to Vermont.

You couldn't find a gym
that's closer?

You're going
to be sorry.

Bennington, Burlington,
Middlebury...

BERNARD:
All college towns.

Can't go to college
without a fake ID.

Kip Covington,
staff reporter for the New England Monthly.

It's for a story.
I'm a journalist. I have rights.

Yeah, you have a right
to an attorney, a right to remain silent.

All that good stuff.
Let's go.

Not guilty.

I'm being persecuted
for exercising my freedom of the press.

The People request remand,
Your Honor.

Even after the crimes
were committed,

Mr. Lasky continued
to harass the parents of the youngest victim.

I was writing an expos�
for my magazine.

Don't speak,
Mr. Lasky.

You're trying
to silence me? What is this, China?

Your Honor...
I get the idea, Miss Rubirosa.

The defendant is
remanded to custody.

Yes, my client
demands the freedom

to pursue his
journalistic endeavors

while he's incarcerated,

including access
to writing and research material.

He can write
to his heart's content.

As long as he makes
no effort to contact the victims' families.

It's horrifying
to think that that angry face

was the last thing
that Eric saw.

You'll convict him,
won't you?

You have
enough evidence.

Not as much as we'd like.
But we're still a long way from a trial.

I don't get it.
We never met the man.

And I find it hard
to believe

that he would do this
just because we dodged an interview with him.

He has a daughter
that went to Seldon College.

Molly Lasky.
She studied biology.

We've never heard
of her.

Maybe she applied
for a summer job at your lab?

Oh, someone
from Seldon College,

I doubt they'd
even make it past the pre-screening.

Well, how about Lasky's
alma mater, U. Mass? Any involvement there?

No.
No, I haven't...

I haven't set foot
in Amherst since college.

I thought I read
you went to Dartmouth.

I did. I did.

But my roommate's
brother played football for Amherst College.

We used to go down there
and watch them play.

You know,
Lasky is two years younger than you.

He would have been in town,
going to U. Mass.

You might
have met him.

I don't think so.

We didn't mix with the kids
from the state school.

There must be
something wrong with me. I went to a state school.

I know. Better not
mention it until after we convict Lasky.

Without
the actual briefcase his daughter saw

or forensic evidence
tying him to the scene...

We may not need it.

Once he hears
his own daughter is ready to testify against him,

Lasky may reach out
for a plea.

Speak of the devil.
It's a pro se motion from Lasky.

Motion for what?

I'll tell you soon
as I can make out the handwriting.

Looks like a motion
for dismissal.

Here. He's alleging
a conspiracy

by Hudson University,
the AMA and the District Attorney.

Look,
a discovery request.

For my college transcripts
and my law school application.

Do you believe this?

You should really
let your lawyer write your motions, Mr. Lasky.

He wouldn't
do this one.

It's no wonder.

Do the People need to
dignify this motion with an argument?

Mr. Lasky, do you
have any proof of this alleged conspiracy?

The medical establishment
is paying witnesses

$100,000
to frame me.

Why would they do that?

It's right there
in my papers.

And now, they've got
the D.A. In on it.

OLSON: I'm sorry,
Your Honor.

I tried to explain
to my client...

No need. The motion
to dismiss is denied.

As for your
discovery request

for Miss Rubirosa's
college transcript...

I want to amend it
to include you, too, Judge.

Me?

I am entitled to
know where you went to college.

You're entitled to know
I have a law degree from Yale.

Not law school.
College.

How... How is that
relevant to your case?

I won't reveal
my legal strategy.

Do we need
a 7.30 exam here?

The People are opposed
to making Mr. Lasky's mental state an issue.

There's nothing
irrational about concealing his strategy.

It's litigation 101.

All right. I'm denying
these discovery applications, Mr. Lasky.

We're adjourned.
(GAVEL BANGS)

Lasky's got a thing
about colleges.

He was arrested
with driving directions

to college towns in Vermont.

He didn't ask for
my college credentials. Just you ladies.

Well, the cops
said he gave his daughter grief

about joining
a sorority.

Well, why would he care?

I am not
answering any more of your questions.

My mom is mad at me.
She wants to kick me out of the house.

Molly, I know that
this is hard for you. But we...

I cannot afford to move.

Those detectives said
that I would get a reward.

If your dad's convicted.

They never said that.
That isn't fair.

Molly, I hope
you didn't lie to get a reward.

I didn't lie.

But she's kicking me out.
I'm going to end up on the street.

Well, we can't help you
until there's a conviction.

And that's not going
to happen until you help us.

Your father demanded
to know where I went to college

and where
our female judge went to college.

And the way he acted
when you wanted to join a sorority...

What is his deal with
women and colleges? (SIGHS)

Molly,
if you know anything... I don't.

If you find out,
let me know.

Otherwise,
just leave me alone.

Whatever she knows,
we're not going to hear it

unless she gets
a payday.

We can ask
Hudson University

to amend the terms
of their reward.

Are you crazy?

To quote one
of our presidents,

(MIMICS RICHARD NIXON)
"You could do that,

"but it would be wrong.
It's a bribe."

What do you think
reward money is, Jack? (CELL PHONE RINGING)

It's money to
get people to do what they normally wouldn't.

Like turn in a friend
or a spouse...

Your entire case rests
on this girl's testimony.

If her only impetus
to cooperate is greed, you're in trouble.

Who dangled money
in front of her in the first place?

The cops.

They knew she was in debt,
so they pressed her pretty hard.

It's going to look like
we bought her testimony.

What a mud sandwich
this is turning into. (CELL PHONE RINGING)

It's Lieutenant Van Buren.
Lasky sent another condolence card.

It was found in
a package of writings

that Lasky was about
to give to his lawyer at Rikers.

It's addressed to
the mother of a co-ed at Duke University

who was killed
in a bus crash in Spain last week.

Does this woman
know Lasky? No.

I called her.
She has no idea who he is.

"Please accept
my deepest sympathies

"on the passing
of your daughter.

"I'm sure this lovely
young woman exemplified

"the ideal of hearts
and hands in service. Ned Lasky."

You know,
I've heard that before.

"Hearts and hands
in service."

Do you mind if I...
Oh, sure.

(TYPING)

Yep. It's the Kappa
Delta Alpha motto.

A sorority?

Which also happens to be
Joyce Foley's sorority at Dartmouth.

According to this article,
it's also the sorority that most of the girls

in the bus crash
belonged to.

Can we look up
Kappa Delta Alpha?

See what got
him interested?

CONNIE: This is weird.
This article on Kappa Delta Alpha's been frozen

by the site administrator
due to vandalism.

Looks like somebody's been
posting false information about them.

All of the postings
are by the same ISP address.

Yeah. Lasky's computer
address.

Looks like he's
been at it for at least a year.

You know,
maybe longer than that.

We pulled
his credit card records going back five years.

Look at these
motel charges.

Chapel Hill, North Carolina.
College Park, Maryland.

Charlottesville,
Virginia.

All college towns
with Kappa sorority houses.

That's why he asked for
your college records.

He wanted to
see what sorority you were in.

Yeah, we didn't
even have sororities in my college.

I don't know if
that puts me on Lasky's hit list or not.

Somewhere in
all these Greek letters is our motive.

BILL: Ned Lasky.

I shared a dorm
with him for a year

and never had
a problem with him.

Do you recall him ever
being involved with a girl from Kappa Delta Alpha?

Kappa Delta Alpha.
I don't think they had a chapter at U. Mass.

Anyway,
Ned and the ladies wasn't a real happening thing.

He never
had a girlfriend?

He never had a date.

When he wasn't studying,
he was playing hearts

with the other nerds
in the dorm.

I can't imagine
he went through college without a single date.

Well, he went
to a party once, if that counts.

It counts.
Okay.

I know it wasn't
in town,

because he left
before dinner.

He'd gone out
and bought this blue blazer.

The kind
with gold buttons?

He looked like
he was going yachting with the Kennedys.

What did he say
about this party?

Oh, I was crashed out
when he got back.

Next morning, I found
the jacket in the trash, all ripped up.

He wouldn't talk
about it.

That was it
for his social life?

Pretty much.

After that,
the only time he left the room

was for food
or classes.

He didn't come back
for junior year.

I think he went home
to Pittsfield and stayed there.

We don't know anything.
We haven't seen Ned or Nora in over a year.

Well, we wanted to ask
about the time he quit U. Mass and came home.

Well, he had this crazy
idea that he was going to transfer to a fancy school.

Like Harvard.

Even if he did get in,
we couldn't afford it.

That's why he
went to U. Mass in the first place.

Why do you think
he dropped out?

Well, I can't be sure,
but... Um...

Mrs. Lasky,
this could help your son.

Well, I'd come home
from my job at Burbank's Market,

and he'd be in the room,
Ned, on the phone.

Who was he talking to?

SAUL: Nobody in particular.

He ran up
a phone bill, though.

Hundreds of calls to places
in Illinois, like Springfield, Evanston, Champaign...

CONNIE: Those are all
college towns.

He said he wanted to get
accepted someplace,

but... I don't know.

What do you think,
Mrs. Lasky?

Why was he
making those calls?

Well...

I listened
at his door one night.

He was asking
for a girl.

Susan.

Every time he called,
he asked for Susan.

Susan.

This girl might have been
part of your sorority,

Kappa Delta Alpha,
at Dartmouth.

I... I don't know.

It was so
long ago, and, uh, Susan was a popular name back then.

CONNIE: This girl might
have transferred to a college in Illinois.

I'm sorry.
I can't remember.

What... What does she have
to do with anything?

Ned Lasky was looking for her.
We believe he had a date with her

at a party at Dartmouth
and, uh, it didn't go well.

Oh, my God.

There was a boy that...

That I... I made leave
a mixer at our sorority.

He was wearing
a blue blazer with gold buttons.

With gold buttons.
Yes. A...

A sorority sister,
I can't remember who,

had met him
at a football game at Amherst.

And she'd invited him
to come to the mixer,

but she never
thought he'd show up.

I was the president
of the sorority,

and she asked
if I could squash a bug for her.

That was... That was our code
for getting rid of somebody who didn't belong.

Was this the bug?

Yes. Uh...
It looks like him.

I mean, you have
to understand. He just... He wasn't the kind of...

We were trying to meet men
that we would want to marry.

And this boy
didn't make the cut.

Well, wouldn't it have been
worse to encourage him?

Squash a bug.

It's blue collar versus
cashmere sweater.

I know the territory well.

This Chicago cop's son
couldn't get the time of day

from the girls
on Lake Shore Drive.

You'll be happy to know
the class struggle is alive and well.

At least in
Ned Lasky's mind.

Killing Joyce Foley's son
was revenge for standing in the way of his true love.

Assuming you can corroborate
Dr. Foley's story.

Well, there were five Susans
in the Dartmouth chapter of Kappa Delta Alpha.

It's going to take some time
to find which one broke Lasky's heart.

Well, it better not take
too much time.

Lasky's lawyer
is moving to dismiss.

JACK: Of course he would.

Without this Susan,
your motive theory is a bowl of steam.

And the one witness
who can really help you

wants a down payment
on her testimony.

You might consider withdrawing
the charges yourself

and re-file when you get
your act together.

We withdraw the charges,
Lasky gets out of prison.

He's already
killed a child. We're not withdrawing anything.

I have 15 minutes to eat,
and then, back to work.

Besides,
my mind is made up.

So, you're not testifying
because you haven't received the money?

No. I'm not like that.

It's what my mom said.
My dad didn't do it. He's being framed.

Molly, the sorority
you wanted to join, was it Kappa Delta Alpha?

How did you know that?

The mother of the boy
who was murdered, she was Kappa Delta Alpha.

She threw your father
out of a party at her sorority when they were in college.

Even if that's true, so what?
I'm sure he got over it.

He didn't. He's been obsessed
with Kappa Delta Alpha ever since.

You want to hear what he wrote
about them on their Wikipedia entry

six months ago?

"Beauty and sophistication
are minimum requirements to pledge Kappa Delta Alpha.

"If your family
isn't filthy rich or you have a face like a homemade pie,

"don't waste your time."

Isn't that what he told you
when he said you weren't good enough?

Your father
is a disturbed man.

Please help us make sure
that he doesn't hurt anybody else.

MOLLY: When I was little,

my father made me take
ballet and French lessons after school.

And one summer, he even paid
for riding lessons in Central Park.

He would make me
do stuff, volunteer, like collect,

uh, clothes
for the homeless.

Did he tell you why he made
you do all this?

He said I would need it
in college.

So I could pledge
Kappa Delta Alpha.

He said that their motto
was "Hearts and hands in service"

and I'd better learn it.

And what happened?

I wasn't good
at being sophisticated.

I would have rather
gone skateboarding.

I was a B minus student
in a public school.

I didn't grow up
and look like a model.

I wasn't tall or graceful.
I had acne.

CUTTER: And how did
your father react?

He was disappointed.

I told him that I still wanted
to pledge Kappa Delta Alpha.

And he got angry
and told me that I was too plain.

Like a homemade pie.

He said Kappa Delta Alpha
girls were the best.

And that's who he wanted
to marry, but he had to settle for my mom.

He called her a second-rate
person who gave him a third-rate daughter.

That really hurt.

Thank you, Molly.

Molly?

You testified you saw
a brown briefcase in the trunk of the car.

And a gas receipt
from Amherst.

Did you give that receipt
to the police?

Uh, no. I only saw it
in the car that one time.

And how about the briefcase?

It wasn't in
the trunk after I saw it. I don't know where it is.

So, it just
disappeared, along with the gas receipt?

I don't know.

Isn't it true that you'll get
a $100,000 reward

from Hudson University
if your father is convicted of these crimes?

That's what they say,
but I am telling the truth.

Telling the truth
about your father?

Hey, you don't like
your father very much, do you?

It's complicated.

He said some very mean
things to me.

What? As mean as you lying
to implicate him in two murders?

I'm... I'm not lying.

As mean as you sending him
to prison so you can get a big reward?

I'm telling the truth.

Your Honor, this witness
has no evidence to offer.

Just her greed and spite
for the defendant.

Your Honor, the People...
Mr. Olson.

You can argue your motion
once Mr. Cutter finishes presenting his evidence.

Miss Lasky,
you're excused.

During the mixer,
one of the girls, her name might have been Susan,

approached me about a boy
who'd come up from U. Mass.

She asked me
to get rid of him.

What exactly
did she say to you?

She asked me to
squash a bug.

Liar!

JUDGE: Be quiet, Mr. Lasky.

Go on, Dr. Foley.

I... I can't remember
if she told me his name.

Uh, I went up to him
and I asked him to leave our house.

I'm sure I was polite.

How did he react?

He turned red.
He sputtered.

But he just stood there,
playing with the... The buttons on his blazer.

I told him
that if he didn't leave, I'd call campus police.

And how did he
react to that?

I thought he was
going to cry.

But he just called me
some name, and then he ran out.

And this young man,
do you recognize now who he is?

Yes, I... I recognized him
from a photo taken when he was in college.

It was Ned Lasky.

The same man
who tried to interview you.

The man who frightened you
at your son's funeral.

Yes. The same person.

Didn't you tell the police
on several occasions that you'd never met my client?

Yes. But he looked
very different.

And just a few days ago,

when the prosecutors
showed you an old photo of my client,

you had your epiphany,
didn't you?

Suddenly, you recognized
him as the boy you ran out of your sorority house.

And how long did
that encounter last, by the way?

I don't know.
Uh, maybe a minute.

Sixty seconds.

Thirty years ago,
at a party where the liquor...

I beg your pardon...
The cocktails were flowing.

JOYCE: We served sangria.

And I know it must all sound
very snobby.

And I'm sorry
if anybody's feelings were hurt.

But these girls
were from good families.

You didn't
stand a chance.

That's not true. You...

I'm sorry, Your Honor.
My client finds this witness's testimony very upsetting.

I have no more questions.

JUDGE: Mr. Cutter, unless
you have any more evidence to present here,

I'm ready to hear
arguments on the motion.

Uh, we have no more evidence
at this time, Your Honor. But the People request

an adjournment
until the morning to prepare our arguments.

If you think it will
make a difference, we're adjourned.

The judge isn't buying
our evidence.

Testimony
with no corroboration. What do you expect?

I want to keep Lasky locked up
until I can convict him at trial.

Then, play hardball.

If the judge dismisses,
appeal and refuse to release Lasky.

Force him to file
a habeas corpus.

He'll win,
but you can defy it and keep appealing.

It will be months
before he sees the light of day.

Of course, when all
is said and done,

I'll have to fire you
for prosecutorial misconduct.

The police found our Susan.
Susan Walden.

Kappa Delta Alpha at Dartmouth
until she transferred to Northwestern.

Where is she now?

(SIGHS)

What do you want to do?

There's only
one thing to do.

Put Susan on the stand.

Judge, he told you
yesterday he had no more evidence.

Mr. Cutter,
who is the witness?

Uh, the witness
is Mrs. Susan Grayson.

She attended Dartmouth College

and was a member
of the Kappa Delta Alpha sorority 30 years ago.

What? Your Honor,
we've already heard testimony about this sorority.

I want to hear
what she has to say.

Ned? Let me handle this.

Judge? I'm instructing
my lawyer to withdraw his objection.

You got it, Mr. Lasky.

Bring in the witness.

Susan Grayson
is my married name.

I was a Kappa Delta Alpha
for two years at Dartmouth.

CUTTER: Do you recognize
the defendant, Ned Lasky?

No. I'm sorry.

Do you remember going
to Amherst to see football games?

Yes. We went on a lot
of road trips.

Do you remember inviting
Mr. Lasky to a mixer at your sorority?

I'm sorry. I don't.

There were a lot of parties,
and we invited a lot of boys.

It was kind of a thing
to see who could invite the most.

Were any of those boys
ever asked to leave the party

because they weren't
from an elite school?

Yes. Sometimes, the snobby
girls would do that.

Weren't all
Kappa Delta Alpha girls snobby and elitist?

Most of them, sure.

Well, what about you?

You joined Kappa Delta Alpha.
Didn't that make you elitist?

I joined because my mother
was a Kappa Delta Alpha and I knew it would make her happy.

But I wasn't hung up on money
and all that Junior League nonsense.

So, you would have dated
someone like Mr. Lasky?

His father was a factory
worker in Pittsfield.

His mother worked
in a market.

He was so broke, he had
to hitchhike up to Dartmouth to go to your mixer.

I would have thought
that was sweet.

So, you would have dated
a blue-collar boy?

Yes, absolutely.

Well, how can you be
so sure?

Because I married one.

My husband
is a truck driver.

We've been happily married
for 23 years.

We have three beautiful kids
who go to public school.

We live in a little house
with a big yard in Maine.

We have a great life.

I knew it!

Mr. Lasky, sit down!
It was you!

Not Susan! You!
Counselor! Control your client!

You're the one
who wanted me thrown out. You bitch.

I could have had her.
You got in the way! You ruined everything!

I could have been happy!
I hate you! JUDGE: Order!

I showed you
what it's like to lose somebody you love.

JUDGE: Order!
(GAVEL BANGING)

I showed you!
How does that feel?

JUDGE: Mr. Lasky, please!

Your Honor, I submit
the People have sufficient evidence

to sustain the charges
and proceed to trial.

I have to agree,
Mr. Cutter.

Mr. Olson, your motion
to dismiss is denied.

Mrs. Grayson,
you're excused.

Susan?

I love you, Susan.

I... I never blamed you.

I still love you, Susan.

For the record, Mr. Lasky,
her maiden name is Susan Laramie.

She was at Dartmouth
two years after that party.

Your Susan was Susan Walden.

She was murdered
eight years ago in The Bahamas by her trust-fund husband

during a drug-fueled argument
on their yacht.

If you want to talk plea,
call us.

Thirty-to-life,
concurrent sentences.

I read the transcript.

Very elegant, the way you kept
Susan Grayson just this side of perjury.

That was the easy part.
The hard part was finding a Kappa Delta Alpha

who married a bug
instead of squashing it.

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