All language subtitles for Law and order S16E10 - Acid

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.

Stop.

Her music's on.

Well, put a pillow
over your head.

I'm gonna kill her.

Lexi. Alexis!

It's upstairs, Dad.

Hey, can you turn it down?

Some people have to
work in the morning.

Neighbor came up
to complain about the music.

Accidentally opened the door.

Oh, man. Is she the tenant?

Emily Newton. 22.

Anything missing?

It's tough to tell.
Place is kind of a mess.

Forced entry?

Windows and doors are intact.

Hog-tied with a belt so she
couldn't pull out of it.

Did she leave a note?

Nothing.

Okay, cut her down.
Preserve the knot.

Wait. Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Oh, man.

Cover her up.

The music started as soon as
my parents went to sleep.

Did you hear anything else
besides the music?

People's voices.

A man or a woman?

Um, both. They were fighting.

I thought it was the TV.

You can hear everything
in this building.

Did either of you know Emily?
No.

Dad, can I go back to sleep now?

Yeah, Lexi, go back to bed.

Is this the woman with
the scars on her face?

Yeah. Can you tell us
anything about her?

I never noticed her
until a couple of months ago.

Never saw her in the halls.

She didn't go out much.

She moved into the
building in August.

Paid her rent. Kept to herself.

Do you know if she worked?

I think she did some kind
of job over the phone.

Did she have any visitors?

Uh, food delivery guys.

A woman would come
by every few days.

Fifties, uh... Brought
over groceries, sometimes.

Did you get her name?

She wasn't very talkative.

Any men come by?

I doubt it.

You mean because of the scar?

'Cause she'd barely
let me in to fix the sink.

Stayed in the bedroom the whole time.
She was very shy.

Cause of death was
ligature strangulation

between midnight and 1:00.

Any signs of a struggle?

No bruises and
nothing under her nails.

But that doesn't
rule out homicide, right?

Exactly.

I'd like to wait until after
the autopsy and the tox screen

to give you a clearer picture.

So, what's the deal
with the scar?

Chemical burn. Nasty stuff.

Is it acid?

Oran alkali.

Splash-scarring around
the perimeter indicates

a corrosive agent was
poured or sprayed.

By someone else? RODGERS: Yeah.

It'd be near impossible to get a
burn like this, accidentally.

How long ago?

Six months.

Lack of muscle tone indicates
she'd been sedentary for a while.

Kind of thing that
would cause someone

to be a shut-in and throw them
into some kind of a depression?

That's a thought.

- Loo.
- Yeah?

The M.E. thinks
the girl's scarring

was probably inflicted
by someone else.

It sure would be nice to know

if she was dating
anybody at the time.

Loo? You all right?

I know this girl.

It's Emily Newton.

Where do you know her from?

She's the daughter

of one of my oldest
friends from, uh,

from John Jay College.

You notify her mother?

We were just headed that way.

Let me do that.

Okay.

What are we looking at here?

Uh, it could be a suicide,

but there's physical
evidence saying otherwise.

Like what?

Front door was open,
and she was hog-tied.

And the music was up loud enough
to drown out any struggle.

We're thinking that whoever
threw the corrosive on her face

may have returned
to finish the job.

Mmm-hmm. Can you put someone
in the building last night?

No. Canvas turned up nothing.

All right, go back
and re-canvas.

I'm gonna be gone
for a little while.

Can you close the door, please?

Yes, ma'am.

Anita.

Hey, Christine.

What's wrong?

It's Emily.

I'm so sorry, Christine.

L, uh...

I need to see her, Anita.

I know. I'll make it happen
as soon as possible.

Thank you.

I knew she'd been so unhappy.

I just didn't know
what to do for her.

How long had she been depressed?

Awhile now.

Since the burn? Yeah.

Is that why you haven't
returned my calls?

Girl, it's been six months.

It was just so awful.
It ate up our whole lives.

I didn't want to burden you.

But I could have helped.

There was nothing to help.

It was a freak accident.

What kind of an accident?

She said that one of
her drains was clogged

and she

dropped the cleaner.

It hit the table
and splashed her face.

You know,
the medical examiner said

it was possible that
someone had done it to her.

Well, that's not
what Emily told me.

Okay.

Was she seeing anyone
at that time?

I don't think so.

Would Callie know?

Callie's not back
from class yet.

And she doesn't even know that
her sister's dead, Anita.

Christine,
if someone burned her...

Listen, Christine... Oh.

It's possible that
that same person

was in the apartment
with her last night.

And if that's true, I want to
get this guy off the street.

But I'm gonna need your help.

She said that
it was an accident.

Do you believe that?

Yes.

Shh. Shh. Okay. Okay.

Okay.

I was sitting with my
wife, watching baseball.

We hear this girl screaming
from out in the hallway.

Iran out my door and it was Emily.
Her face, bright red.

I can't even describe it.

Did Emily say
what had happened to her?

Poor kid wouldn't talk. She
just sat there, sobbing, man.

What about after she
got out of the hospital?

I saw her once more after that.

You know, she was
always real friendly.

But when she saw me, she looked away.
Never said a word.

All she would say was she had
an accident with drain cleaner.

We didn't wanna push it.

Why not?

Let me put it this way,

I've responded to stabbings,
couple of shootings...

To see this was worse.

Was there anyone there?
Anything out of the ordinary?

Neat and tidy.
Which didn't make sense.

If the girl spilled drain cleaner
on herself like she said...

Mmm-hmm? ...Where'd the can go?

Emily Newton's tox screen.

Positive for zolpidem
and oxycodone.

It's Ambien and Percocet.

Which she was prescribed
by the Burn Unit.

But on the night she died,
she took a handful of each.

You said she died
of strangulation.

She did. After she drugged
herself into oblivion.

She doped herself up
so she wouldn't feel anything.

All she had to do was get
on a chair, rig the noose

and wait for
the cocktail to kick in.

Suicide.

Yeah, well, there are
no other fingerprints

on that drain pipe but her own.

We re-interviewed that little
girl that lives downstairs.

Now, she's certain that the
arguing she heard was on the TV.

We got this from
the Computer Tech Unit.

They analyzed
Emily Newton's Web history.

EndltAllNow.com.

ExtremeTruth.net.

They're all how-to-
kill-yourself websites.

They even show you how to
hog-tie your own hands.

None of it adds up
to murder, Lieutenant.

You know what?
I don't give a damn.

What killed her
wasn't the noose,

it was the psycho
who burned her face.

So, what do you want us to do?

I want you to find the son of
a bitch who did it to her.

We were hoping you'd say that.

I took the exam with Anita.
But when I got to the Academy,

I didn't think I was
cut out for police work.

So, my late husband convinced
me to work for a bank.

Makes sense. It's safer,
more normal hours.

It gave me the chance to have
a family, raise my girls.

I know Anita's trying to help,

but sometimes, she won't
take no for an answer.

Callie, do you know if your
sister was seeing anybody?

L think so.

But I didn't know his name.

Did you ever see him,
or meet him?

No.

Did she ever mention
any of their dates?

Yeah. He, uh“. He took her with
him for the weekend once.

Did she say where?

Some place up in the mountains.

She said it was really first class.
Like, um, $2,000 a night.

Oh, Callie, I'm sure
she was exaggerating.

No. No, she got me a really expensive
present when she was there.

Do you still have it?

Yeah. Hold on.

Please try to
keep her out of this.

We'll do our best, ma'am,
but this may be helpful.

"The Adirondack Museum."

"Blue Mountain Lake, New York."

The clientele at Rock Ridge
insist on anonymity.

Look, pal.
It's been a very long day.

Will you just please
give us the names?

Please don't raise
your voice, sir.

Don't tell me
not to raise my voice.

We've come all the way
up here from New York.

It doesn't matter if you came
all the way from the Vatican.

We don't release
the names of our clientele.

Hey, look here. Before
my partner smacks you,

let me show you what kind of
work your clientele does.

This is before.

This is after.

Now, she was here the weekend of June
18th with one of your clientele.

Mr. Corley.

He's one of our regular guests.

He was here a few weeks ago,
with another young lady.

I don't recognize
any of these men.

You can take all the time
you need, Mrs. Hill.

I told you before, I never
saw him in the first place.

You see, we thought that maybe,

if you had forgotten
an instance,

that something like this would
jog your memory a little.

No. I'm sorry.
I really need to get home.

I hate leaving
Callie alone right now.

I understand. I'll get an
officer to drop you off.

I don't understand what
you're following here, Anita.

A hunch, Christine.

Look, if anything comes
to you, you got my cell.

All right. All right.

She barely looked at the photos.

Yeah. I saw that, too. What
do we have on Jason Corley?

He's got some kind of
art consulting business.

It looks like a shell that he runs
his personal expenses through.

Jason Corley's sheet.

"Assault in Miami Beach."

"Aggravated Battery
in Aspen, Colorado."

He hits all the hot spots.

That's not all he hits.
Why isn't this man in jail?

He pled out to misdemeanors

because the women he assaulted
wouldn't cooperate.

Maybe we should go have a friendly
conversation with this dude.

See if you can find
someone who can put

Corley in Emily's neighborhood
the day she was burned.

And, you two, pay a visit
to this new girlfriend.

Jason saw me through
the window one day

and asked me to dinner.

He took me to Chanterelle.

Yeah, we hear
he's quite the ladies' man.

Good-looking and rich.
Meets my requirements.

So, why all the questions?

Just a few problems
with his finances.

His trust fund?

Exactly.

Although, I do have to admit,

the guy does
pretty well for himself.

He picked me up
to go out one night,

next thing I know,
we're on Air France to Paris.

For the weekend.

What's going on?

Listen, he ever get
rough with you?

That's not about his finances.

Listen, in all seriousness,

the last girl that was
with this dude

ended up with
drain cleaner in her face.

Jason would never do that.

He did, and there's nothing
saying he wouldn't do it to you.

Something on your mind?

Under his sink, in his bathroom,

there are four cans of
industrial drain cleaner.

Officers...

Well, actually, it's Detectives.

Come in.

Justine said you had some concerns
about my, uh, plumbing problems?

Actually, we're here
about Emily Newton.

Why?

She made some very serious
accusations against you.

I heard she died.

One of my friends
saw the obituary.

You don't seem to be
too shook up about it.

I feel terrible.
How did it happen?

She hooked up
with the wrong dude.

I haven't seen her
in six months.

Was that your decision or hers?

Emily was a great girl.
We had fun for a while,

then we moved on.

When was the last time
you saw her?

You've got
the wrong idea about me.

Hey, man, you mind
if I use your bathroom?

So you can look under the
sink for drain cleaner?

Which I bet
you've already moved.

A few days ago. After I
used it to unclog a drain.

Now, tell me when Emily died,

and my lawyer will send
you my signed alibi.

Okay?

Anything?

Only that he's a snotty bastard.
How about you?

Wilson canvassed
Emily's old neighborhood.

No one could remember
six months ago,

but there's a hardware store
around the corner.

This was an hour
before she was attacked.

That's Corley. Yeah.

Now, he's buying
a can of something,

but you really
can't see what it is.

Lieutenant, all this does is put him
in the area at the time of the attack,

and you know that we can't
arrest him for that.

We don't catch a break here,
we're dead in the water.

Maybe it's for the better
if this just went away.

Christine, I'm gonna tell
you, I'm having trouble

understanding
your reaction to this.

It didn't happen to you, Anita.

No doubt.

But I think you know something

and you're afraid to tell me.

I understand police procedure.

I understand you need to
ask me these questions...

I'm not here
as a police officer.

I'm here as your friend.

Then as my friend, please leave
this alone and let us heal.

He's a serial abuser, Christine.

He's gonna do it again.

Not here, he won't.

And you don't understand because
it's not your child at risk.

And Emily doesn't deserve more?

Or are we not just
talking about Emily here?

Please, just let this go.

Christine, has he made
threats against Callie, too?

I can't do this.

Did he call here?

Anita, I can't lose
another child.

And you won't if you let
me put this man away.

But, girl, you've
got to come clean.

Why are you all over me?

You remember
when I was a rookie?

And I wanted to quit because of all
the crap I was taking on the job?

Well, you said to me,
"Don't let them beat you."

And the reason I hung in

was because
you wouldn't let me give up.

And I'm not gonna
let you give up now.

"Mighty Drain."

He's been sending them
here for how long?

One a month
since Emily was burned.

Did you see
how they're addressed?

Son of a bitch. "To Callie."

Emily spotted the first one,
and I intercepted the rest.

Oh, Christine.

She made me swear that
I wouldn't tell a soul.

Look,

I'm gonna take these
to get tested.

Maybe there's
fingerprints or DNA...

You don't need to.

One of those photos
you showed me,

it was him.

And I saw him outside her apartment
on the day Emily was burned.

Do you understand now, Anita?

It's gonna be all right.

'Cause we're gonna
get through this.

All right. Okay?

Hey. What are you doing?

Can I help you? Hello.

Get up. FONTANA: Come on.
Up. Let's go. Let's go.

Call Terrence. He's in Anguilla.

Who's Terrence? My lawyer.

That's good.
You're gonna need him.

Does he have a computer here?

Yeah, he just got
a new laptop yesterday.

Alison, would you shut up?

Get him out of here.
Where is the old one?

Oh. He threw it away
a few days ago.

Wait, hey! What am I
supposed to do, now?

Cancel the creep's appointments
for the next 25 years.

So, you're just gonna sit there,

like you're perfectly innocent.

You have nothing. FONT ANA:
Show him what we've got.

Video stills from where you
bought the Mighty Drain.

Your DNA on one of the envelopes
you sent to Callie Newton.

That's six more charges of
Felony intimidating a Witness

that we can add to the counts.

I don't know anything
about these charges.

So, what happened?
Did she dump you?

Throw a drink in your face?
Humiliate you? What?

We're making up scenarios now?

I'm just trying to
understand the story

behind disfiguring a girl.
Why do that?

Yeah, why not just move
on to the next girl,

like the babe in
the clothing store?

That's exactly what I did do.

After you left
your mark on Emily.

Not true.

So, you couldn't have her,
you destroy her face

so nobody else would want her?

It would take a very sick person,
indeed, to do that, don't you think?

Do I look sick to you?

Well, to me, you look like a
spoiled little son of a bitch

who never did an honest day's
work in his miserable life.

If it makes you happy,
let's say that is who I am.

Then, why would I risk
staining my $600 shirt,

throwing drain cleaner into the
face of some gutter trash slut?

Are you trying to get smacked?

My idiot assistant knows what I
looked like when you picked me up,

which she'll testify to
if you beat me.

So, go for it.

Our line-up witness is here.

Is there anything
you want to say

before we do this, Corley?

Not a thing, Officer.

Come on.

Well, he's not buying
into the DNA scam,

or any other thing we're
trying to sell him.

If we don't get an ID here,
we're back where we started.

Christine.
Now, you know the drill.

You can see them,
but they can't see you.

Do you recognize anybody here?

Number two.

Where do you recognize him from?

He was the man who
was dating Emily.

The one I saw waiting in
his car at her building

the day she was burned.

Listen, I'm gonna
talk to the A.D.A.

to make sure
he doesn't get bail.

This is going to go to court.

Oh...

I don't think I can do this.

Look, look, look, I know this
is hard, but we can do this.

No, we can't.

It's not him.

L won't go through with it.

Christine,
you know good and well

what you just said
undermines your ID.

Let me go, Anita.

It means Corley
could walk out of here.

Is that what you want,
Christine?

Christine...

We're done.

Good.

Everything all right?

Yeah. Everything's fine.

Listen, write up the
complaint and call the D.A.

Okay.

"Docket number 60029.
People v. Jason Corley."

"Assault in the First Degree."

"Six counts of intimidating a
Witness in the Third Degree."

Mr. Corley pleads not
guilty to all charges.

People on bail?

The defendant poured industrial
drain cleaner on the victim's face.

He mailed labels from
the brand that he used

to her sister
to assure her silence.

The People request remand.

This is an assault case
without a single eyewitness

or a shred of forensic evidence.

What's the alleged motive,
Miss Borgia?

The People can only surmise

it was some kind
of romantic dispute.

The victim won't tell you?

She committed suicide,
Your Honor.

We'll put it on for Friday.

If you come back without an
indictment, Miss Borgia,

I'll have no choice
but to ROR him.

So, you have an assault
indictment, with no complainant.

A suicide cuts both ways, Mr.
Putney.

I think I got the bigger slice.

Really? There's video
of your client

buying drain cleaner
an hour before the crime.

There's no proof what
caused her injuries.

And if you can tell that's
Mighty Drain on the tape,

I'm George Clooney.

The victim's mother is quite
clear about her recollections.

Who knows if
she'll even show up?

Please don't speak, Jason.

Okay, what's the offer?

Twenty years. Consec time
on the other counts.

It's a gift, Mr. Corley.

Is it?

I guess that's a no.

Good. I'll be asking for 45
when all is said and done.

Before you leave, Mr. McCoy,
my pre-trial motions.

Serve them on my office.

So, we're looking at a trial.

Eventually.

The defense moved
for a Wade hearing

to suppress Christine's
identification.

Anything to be concerned about?

Just the usual boilerplate.

"The line-up violated the
defendant's right to due process."

We'll put one of your
detectives on the stand.

Piece of cake.

When?

First thing tomorrow.

Well, I don't want to pull
them off what they're doing.

I can handle the hearing.

You're getting quite a
work-out on this one, Anita.

It's not a problem.

I hope you're right.

We put the suspect in the
line-up room with five fillers.

They were all roughly the same
height, weight and skin tone.

What happened then, Lieutenant?

Mrs. Hill was brought
to the one-way mirror.

Detective Green asked her did she
recognize anyone in the line-up.

She said she did. Number two.

And just to be clear,
who was number two.

Jason Corley. The defendant.

Nothing further, Your Honor.

So, Christine Hill
was shown a photograph

of my client prior to the
line-up, wasn't she?

Yes. She was shown a photo array

with his picture
over a week before.

Uh-huh.

And she didn't make an
identification, did she, Lieutenant?

No, but she was looking at
a five-year-old DMV photo.

Were you the only police officer
present at this line-up?

No. Detectives Fontana and
Green were there as well.

And if I'm not mistaken,

you have a prior relationship
with this witness.

That's right. We went
to school together.

So, you knew
the victim, as well?

Yes, I did.

Judge, at this time,
I call on the People

to produce these police
officers at this hearing.

So the defense can go
on a fishing expedition?

It is highly irregular,
Mr. Putney.

No. We should not have to accept

one officer's rendition
of these events.

Particularly someone with
a personal relationship.

Who knows what subtle pressures

were brought to bear on Mrs.
Hill at this line-up?

Mr. McCoy,
I'm sure Detective Fontana

can spare an hour
of his time tomorrow.

I'll check his availability.

Hey, Loo. Hey.

How did it go?

They want to
see Fontana tomorrow.

Really? Why?

The defense lawyer's tripping.

It's no big deal. I can
move a few things around.

It's a bigger deal
than you think.

Remember when Christine left
the squad, after the line-up?

She panicked. She did
a 180 on her ID.

So, you had to say that
on the stand?

No.

Damn.

Hey, Lieutenant. Yeah?

I don't care, and I'm
gonna go testify tomorrow

that what I saw was a
completely legitimate,

by-the-book line-up
with a positive ID.

Not a chance, Fontana.

I got to see McCoy on this one.

She must be a good friend.

Yes. I've known her 20 years.

And what would you have done

if Putney had broadened the
scope of his questions?

I would have copped to
what Christine said.

But you just got lucky,
that was it?

She was terrified, Jack,
and for good reason.

It's damn near perjury.

And you never
pushed the envelope?

Look, I thought we were
on the same team here.

We are.

But your actions have put
any hope of a conviction

in serious jeopardy.

Jack, without this ID,

we would not have had an arrest.

Corley would be on the street.

Which may be the same
place our case ends up.

I'll take the hit on this.

It's all on me.

I appreciate you falling
on your sword,

but we have bigger issues.

Like how do we keep this
from tanking our case?

A sin of omission,
bordering on perjury.

I do not like for this office to
be used by the police like this.

Well, it isn't at all like
Lieutenant Van Buren.

Well, that's an awfully
forgiving attitude

considering the spot
she just put you in.

By giving you half the facts
and dancing around the truth.

If he was of a mind to, Putney
could accuse us of collusion.

We didn't collude.

Well, that won't matter
to a jury

because your credibility
will be zero.

Any chance of leveraging a plea?

Putney would smell desperation

the minute we walked
in the door.

Well, then, you have no choice.

Put Van Buren back up there
and let her eat crow.

We'd be looking at a dismissal.

Well, maybe you can do
some damage control

by pointing out
just how terrifying

the witness intimidation was.

I don't think
that'll do it, Arthur.

Well, maybe it won't, but at
this point, it's your only shot.

After Miss Hill made a positive
identification of Jason Corley,

we walked to my office, where she
became increasingly agitated,

and then she said she was
having second thoughts.

What exactly did she say?

Something to the effect,

"I can't go through with it.
It's not him."

Did that indicate
to you that she had doubts

about the man she identified?

Not in the least.
She was shaking.

It indicated to me
that she was frightened.

What happened
to justify her fear?

Drain-cleaner labels
were sent to her home

in an attempt to intimidate her.

Every time her younger
daughter would go out,

she wouldn't know if
she was coming home

or what her face would
look like if she did.

So, let me get this straight.

The witness said,
quote, "It's not him"?

He terrorized her.

Maybe she was shaken
because she had falsely

accused Mr. Corley
of an unspeakable crime?

Please. We all know
what went on here.

What's going on here,
Lieutenant,

is that you concealed the fact

that your witness recanted
her identification.

She didn't recant.

Whatever it was, you
forgot to tell us.

I was asked about the line-up.

I answered honestly.

You came into this courtroom

to hoodwink this court, did you
or did you not, Lieutenant?

I admit I should have
been more forthcoming.

But Christine Hill made
a positive identification.

And I knew that the system
would take her moment of panic

and hand this man a free pass.

So, I did what I
thought was necessary

to make sure that
wasn't going to happen.

So, you would do it again?

Enough.

I'm granting the Wade motion.

The line-up identification of
the defendant is suppressed.

Your Honor...“ Don't say
another word, Mr.McCoy.

Lieutenant Van Buren came within
a whisker of committing perjury.

Do the People
have enough evidence

to bring Mr. Corley to trial,
without the line-up?

Absolutely.

Without Christine's ID,
we don't have a prayer.

We can prove Corley
was dating Emily.

We have him on the store
video, on her block,

an hour before the incident.

The threatening letter he sent
is a match for his printer.

And 80,000 other ones.

It's paper-thin, Anita.

We'll be lucky to get
our case to a jury.

Then go ahead. Dismiss the case.

There's another way
to deal with this.

After reassessing the
evidence against Mr. Corley,

the People have concluded

that we cannot prove the charges against
him, beyond a reasonable doubt.

We're moving to
dismiss the indictment.

Mr. Putney?

We consent

and ask that Mr. Corley be
released from custody immediately.

So ordered.

Behave yourself, Mr. Corley.

I always do, Judge.

So, you're gonna wear a
wire on your boyfriend.

You're crazy.

And you're going
to get him to admit

what he did to Emily Newton.

And why would I do this?

Because you took a pinch
for a call-girl operation.

So what?

So, we checked your phone,

and you've been calling a lot
of different guys lately.

I got a lot of friends.

Yeah, we did some research
on a few of your friends.

One of them's the head
of an investment bank.

He's married, as I recall.

Uh-huh. Now, do
we need to call him,

to out his whoring, prove that
you're back selling ass, again?

It's called a Violation
of a Conditional Discharge,

and you will do every day
of those three years.

And the same goes if you tip
off your boyfriend again.

Do I make myself clear?

Just nod your head if
you hear me, Justine.

Fontana, tag your position.

We're all set, Lieutenant.

We got picture, Lieutenant.

Okay, Corley's
pulling into the parking lot.

Yeah, I saw him.

Here we go.

(He)', gorgeous.

What's so urgent?

I haven't seen you in a while.

Do you want to eat, or...

Let's order in.

Are you high? You're
acting like a twitch.

Just happy to see you.

You are high. Good.

Okay, they're heading
up to Corley's apartment.

Something's been
bugging me, baby.

What?

Those charges...

I told you, those idiot
cops tried to frame me.

It's dismissed.

Take it slow, Justine.

It's just an awful thing
to happen to somebody.

Drop it.

Why are you asking
so many questions?

Sorry.

Just leave it alone.

Do what he says.
Come back to it later.

Do you want Thai food?

Whatever.

What is she doing?

Stick with it, Justine.
Stay with it.

You want weed?

No.

Since when do you not want weed?

Since right now.

What's with you today?

Everything's fine.

Are you pregnant? [Swear
to God, you better not be.

I'm not pregnant.
I was just lonely.

What was that?

Sounded like the doorbell.

A delivery guy?

I didn't see a delivery
guy go in the building.

L' ll get it.

Who are you?

Oh, my God, it's Callie.

It's Callie! Move in!

What did you do to my eyes?

She just splashed him in
the face with something.

Move in! Move in!

I want you to know
what it feels like.

I'll show you what it feels like.
I'll burn your eyes out.

I'll do worse to you than I
did to your slut sister.

I got him! I got him!

I want my lawyer.

You're all gonna be fired.

You're gonna be the
ones who go to jail.

God!

Get him out of here.

What did you throw on him?

Vinegar.

I was scammed.

Very nicely, I might add.

And, if I remember correctly,

you consented to the dismissal
that set everything in motion.

This is your fault.

Shut up, Jason.

It's over, Mr. Corley.

I'll get a new lawyer.

We'll take this to trial.

She will never show up.

Did Callie Newton
look scared to you?

On top of your confession,

we've located the woman
you pummeled in Colorado.

She's looking forward
to a trip to New York.

She wouldn't testify
the first time around.

After she heard what you
did to Emily Newton,

she offered to pay her own way.

If I don't leave here with
a guilty plea, Mr. Corley,

I promise you'll do
45 years hard time.

They'll wheel me out
of my retirement home

to be at your parole hearings.

You bastards.

C.O.! C.O.!

You should take the deal, Jason.

Lam.

Just get it over with.

Let's go. It's about time.

Twenty-five years.

Let's calendar it, right away,

before he changes his mind.

So, are we done?

You mean, am I going
to file a complaint

against Lieutenant Van Buren?

I have two daughters myself.

Hey.

The D.A. called me.

I know.

How's Callie?

She's good.

Thank you, Anita.