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(male announcer)
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.

But it's not even
a school night.

Which is why I didn't
bring you up here an hour ago.

Wash your face.

Glen, time for bed.

(Glen)
In a minute.

Mommy, I can't
find Albie.

15 more minutes?
Please?

I already said no.

Yo. Toothbrush. Now.

You better not be
on the computer in there.

No Internet with
the door closed.

Albie!

Bella gets to stay up till
11:00 on
Saturdays.

You're not in bed
in five minutes,

bedtime moves up
to 6:00 PM.

Come on.

So help me, Glen, if you're
looking at porn again, I--

What the hell was that?

Oh, my God!

It's not mine!
This guy just posted it.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

The blogger who posted
the photo's got a handle.

Calls himself
"REwind99".

No real name listed.

And ID pic doesn't
show a
face.

Just a scar.

I put in a call to the company
that runs the
site.

They're looking up
his info.

And that's
B-Frendz.com.

Yeah. My niece has
a page on that thing.

Tech said parents all over
the country are calling it in.

Hey, man,
you got an ID?

Not unless she's
sitting on it.

Outfits like this don't
generally have pockets.

Any shot
at cause of death?

This much perimortem trauma,
could be anything.

Larynx is shattered.
My money'd be on asphyxia.

But don't quote me till
after the autopsy.

What kind
of weapon?

Something blunt.
A pipe maybe.

Spatter on the walls
and ceiling.

She hasn't been moved.

And there's stocking
and glove lividity.

Around when?

Between 3:00 and 8:00 AM
yesterday.

Prime time
for a prostitute.

You sure that's
what she is?

How many streetwalkers
wear heels that don't fit?

Those shoes are at least
two sizes too small.

Manicured nails.

No track marks.

If she ain't a hooker,
then what is she?

I don't know,

but she's an Internet
celebrity now.

ere taken down
as soon as we found out.

Any idea who
posted them?

I designed B-Frendz as
a safe haven for teens on-line.

We're fully committed to working
with law enforcement.

Look, a woman was murdered
and photos of her
corpse

were posted
on your site.

Do you know the dude's
name or
not?

So far we've
been unable

to ascertain the user's
real information.

That's college
for "no."

The name and address
REwind99 listed are bogus.

But the e-mail address
is real--

Can it be traced?

It's a free
account.

You can sign up on-line with
pretty much any name you want.

"Barney Crotchmaggot."
Nice.

The anonymity encourages kids to
share honestly with each other,

to help each other.

With basically no oversight
or security whatsoever.

Our Service Agreement
specifically prohibits

the posting
of false information.

We're not responsible
for users who violate policy.

Okay, we'll just leave it at
"you're not responsible."

What about
his Internet address?

IP's different
every time.

Servers in Finland,
China, Guam.

He's probably using
an anonymizer and proxy servers

to hide his location.

All right, look.
[cell phone ringing]

If he logs in again,
give me a call.

Our people
can trace it.

I need contact info for every
name on that friend list.

Real names.

Our DOA "hooker"
is Caroline Ann Preston.

A housewife from
Murray Hill.

We were in Hartford
at Molly's gymnastics meet.

One of her friends had a cell
phone with the Internet on it.

She showed us--

Oh, God.

Caroline--

Do you have any idea who
would've done this to her?
No.

Dressing her up?

Why would anyone
do that?

Did your wife ever
go on B-Frendz.com?

Not that I know of.

Molly, do you have
a B-Frendz
page?

Yeah.

Any odd postings
recently?

Just my friends.

We're still gonna
need to
examine

all the computers
in the house.

With Caroline's car still here
and no sign of a break-in,

it's possible that she had
previous
contact

with whoever
did this to her.

Molly,
if you don't mind,

we need to speak to your father
alone for a minute.

I'll be in my room.

Okay.

What?

Can anyone else verify
that you were in Hartford

when your wife
was attacked?

I didn't kill my wife!

Sir, we need to rule
you out as a suspect.

And we can't ignore what she
was wearing when we found her.

We aren't like that.

Those aren't
her clothes.

Is it possible she was
seeing someone else?

Eh...

She had been unfaithful
in the past.

When?

Five years ago,
then again last year.

But that was over.

She was recommitting to me--
to us.

All the same, we're gonna
need to speak to these men.

Happen to hear
their
names?

The first one moved
to Seattle.

Uh... Don, maybe.

And the one
last year?

Bill Walker.

She met him on-line.

Whoa.

No, I had nothing
to do with this.

Where were you yesterday between
3:00 and 8:00 AM, Bill?

Asleep with my wife.

Look, if we could do
this without you guys

talking to her--

He doesn't
have a scar.

Just means he didn't
post the photos.

Still could've
done the murder.

No, please, I haven't seen
Caroline in months.

We broke it off.

Why?

Her husband
walked in on us.

Did he take
a swing at you?

Make any threats?

No, he just
asked me to leave.

She said later all
he wanted to talk about

was couples counseling.

What about the outfit?

Caroline into bondage?
Role-play?

She didn't like
anything too kinky.

At least not with me.

Maybe with a new--
(woman)
Bill?

Ma'am, could you tell us

where your husband
was yesterday morning?

Here, with me.

Thank you.

I don't know about kinky, but
she definitely wasn't conscious.

Cause of death is an acute
overdose of Depaquel,

an antipsychotic used to treat
bipolar disorder, schizophrenia.

Her husband didn't mention
any mental health issues.

Because these
weren't her pills.

Depaquel takes weeks
to build up a blood level.

There was no
long term use.

Meaning she got one big dose
right before she died.

Sublingual frenulum
is torn.

The tongue was pushed
way back into her throat.

Like he shoved
something down there

to force-feed her
the pills?

Jaw was broken in five places.
She didn't even struggle.

He had to break most of her toes
to make the shoes fit.

And her bra was on
inside out, too.

Any DNA from
the attacker?

Fingernails were clean.

No semen or saliva anywhere
on the clothing or skin.

The rape kit
was negative.

What is up
with this dude?

If it wasn't for the sex,
why'd he dress her
up?

I recognize the logo
on this bra.

"Frisky Kitty"--
lingerie shop off Times Square.

Really.

I went there for
my sister-in-law's

bachelorette gift.

But thanks for assuming I have
crappy taste in lingerie.

Sorry. We don't get a lot
of soccer moms in here.

What about
this stuff?

That's our
signature bra.

We're not exactly La Perla,
but we try.

And the rest?

Yeah.

You know what?

I sold this exact outfit like,
I don't know, three days ago.

To who?

Total freak.

We get all kinds
of weird in here,

but this guy was
off the map.

Couldn't stop talking
to himself.

Was he black, white,
old, young, what?

White. My age. Fat.

Did he use
a credit card?

We only take cash.

But he was short.
He had to pay twice.

He left to go use an ATM.

Between the first purchase
and the second,

how long was he gone?

Twenty minutes?

Bank of Lower Manhattan,
45th and 9th.

That's every ATM within
a ten-minute walk

of the lingerie shop.

And CITU finished
with the family's computers.

No off-key websites
on the mother's laptop.

And all of her latest
e-mails are
bland.

So no new boyfriend.

Or she learned how
to cover her tracks.

Never e-mail when
you're screwing around

with somebody
that's married.

I'm speaking
from experience.

What about
the husband's alibi?

It checked out.

And the daughter's
computer?

Her B-Frendz page.

She has 61 friends listed.

All in high school,
none with a record.

She has an IM account, too.

Instant messages aren't
stored in memory,

but there was no one
of interest on her buddy list.

Any of these buddies
in the city?

23.

Maybe you should have
a sit-down with them.

Kinda thought we ruled
them out electronically.

Well, computers
aren't foolproof.

Absolutely.

We'll do it old school.

Old school?
You mean like doing it right?

It's exactly
what I meant.

Got him.
Look at this.

Fat white guy,
in his twenties.

Look at the profile.

The same scar.

REwind99 is Richard Elam.

6504 Central Park West.

Richard Elam?
Open up.

Police.

We have a search warrant.

(Nina)
Clear.

It's Depaquel.

Richard Elam?

Police.

(Nina)
These are the pictures
from Molly's B-Frendz page.

He was after her.

(Ed)
I'm gonna have the UNIS
meet us at her house.

She's gone?

The door was wide open
when we got here.

Did the father
show up?

Neighbor says
he's on his way

from the
funeral parlor.

All right.

Oh.

Looks like
she put up a fight.

She ain't gonna be able
to fight forever.

Nina, get started
on an Amber Alert.

I'm gonna get her photo
and description

to all the precincts.

We've put out
a tri-state Amber Alert.

We have a witness who saw a man
matching Elam's description

parking out front in a tan SUV
and got a partial plate.

How could
this happen?

How could you
let this happen?

I would never
have left Molly alone.

Sir, there was no indication

that Molly was a factor
in your wife's murder.

Now, we need to know,
do you know of any connection

between your wife
and Richard Elam?

I've never heard
his name befe.

I've never seen him before.
He's a
stranger.

Did Molly ever mention
a Richard, a Rick, or a Richie?

All her friends
are in high school.

This is a grown man.

Did she ever talk about
getting together

with people that
she met on-line?

I don't know.

I don't know who he is.

I don't know why
any of this is happening.

Again,
no forced entry.

Anything from Elam's
apartment?

We've got guys sitting on it
in case he comes back.

We're monitoring the wireless
networks if he uses his cell.

What about the shrink that
prescribed the
Depaquel?

Wouldn't discuss the case
because of privilege,

but did give us the contact
info for Elam's mother.

All right,
I'll handle Mr. Preston.

You go talk
to the mother.

(Victoria)
Richard's a sweet boy.

He wouldn't do something
like this.

Ma'am, we need to know
where he is. Now.

I haven't seen him
since Tuesday.

I've been trying
to give him more privacy.

He was doing so much better
on the Depaquel.

What were they
prescribed for?

Richard was diagnosed
with paranoid schizophrenia.

And when he's not taking
his meds, does he get violent?

He just imagines things
that aren't there.

He's never hurt
anyone else.

But has he
hurt himself?

The scar on his neck?

He tried to cut
his throat.

I am so sorry for that woman
and her daughter.

Ma'am, we need to find
your son.

He's not answering
his cell.

Can you think of any friends
he might've gone to for help?

Richard's not social.

Almost all his friends
are on the computer.

This list is
from his website.

Can you tell me if any of these
names are people he knows

in the real world?

That one.

"DeathFerret"?

They're a music group.

He said he knew
their singer.

Richard was going to see them
perform Thursday night.

Yeah, Elam.

Psychopath.

Where is he?

How the hell
should I know?

Isn't he one
of your friends?

No. I just use B-Frendz
to promote the
band.

I never even met the dude until
he came to the show last week

and started a fight.

Screaming about being
the Messiah or something.

You seen or talked
to him since?

I don't know him,
all right?

But because
my name's "Rich"

and my band has "Death"
in its name,

I'm gettin' hassled by you and
flamed by like a million people

who think I'm the killer!

Get you ass
back here.
Hey!

And a 16-year-old girl
got kidnapped by a psychotic.

Who do you think's
having a worse day?

Come here.

You've got about ten seconds
to give me the name of somebody

who does know him
otherwise you can forget

about your little concert
here tonight.

Vic Vodka.

He in a band, too?

He's just a club kid.

But on B-Frendz
he's like some kind of god.

He sends me names to put
on the comp list for the shows.

Normally just chicks
that he wants to bone.

But he's the one that told me
to put Elam on the list.

And he took Elam out of here
after the fight.

Look,
I'd love to help, yo,

but now ain't exactly a good
time for Vic, you feel me?

Feel this.

I said we're looking
for Richard Elam!

I hardly know
the
guy.

I got him on the list
for some
bands

when he gave me
some free MP3s.

That's it.

Send him a message.
Tell him you want to meet.

He won't answer. He e-mailed
from a new account.

Said he's going off the grid
and moving to Canada,

like a sign-off.

When was this?

Like half an hour ago.

I'll call CITU.

Get me that new
e-mail address.

And you two,
go home to your parents.

Now!

(Nina)
Elam logged on
45 minutes ago

from a coffee shop
outside of New Paltz.

Owner of the place
said he was on-line

about ten minutes
and hit the road.

The owner see
anyone with him?

There was someone
in Elam's backseat,

but he didn't
see a
face.

But she was
still alive?

He said there
was movement.

When he thought
about it,

it was like
restricted movement.

Like she was tied up
or something.

Well if Elam
is in New Paltz,

that means he's
on the Thruway.

Could be heading
to the Catskills?

(Anita)
He could be
anywhere.

And with all those
pictures of Molly,

he's obviously
obsessed.

And the father knew
nothing about it.

He didn't seem hip enough

to control a teenage girl's
on-line activity.

Yeah, well,
I might not be either.

We got a hit
off the Amber Alert.

Elam's SUV was seen getting off
the Thruway near Coxsackie.

Go, I'll get
the local PD up to speed.

(officer)
There were no plates,

but it matches the description
of your
vehicle.

And the clerk says the guy
who checked in last night

matches your perp.

Room's empty.

He must be on foot.

Clerk say if a girl
was with him?

Didn't see one.

But your guy could have
got her in and out

without anybody
knowing.

Detectives, just got
a report of a carjacking.

Two miles from here.

Man and a teenage girl.

Both matching
your descriptions.

Blue sedan, heading north
on Highway 9.

All right,
we're following you.

[sirens wailing]

[Molly screaming]

[Elam screaming]

She needs me!

She needs me!
Get him out
of here.

Molly, tell them we're friends.
Tell them we're friends.

Molly!
Molly!

I am the Savior!

I am the Savior!

I am the Savior.

We're friends.

We're friends.
Are you all right?

Did he hurt you?

Molly,
did he touch you?

It's okay.

Molly!

Molly!

Molly!

Molly!

284.

People v. Richard Elam

on the charges of
Murder in the First Degree,

Kidnapping in the First Degree,
Rape in the First Degree,

Computer Trespass,
Assault on a Police Officer,

and Resisting Arrest.

Quite a laundry list.

How does
the defendant plead?

I had to save her.
I had to save Molly.

Mr. Gaines?

Not guilty,
Your Honor.

People on bail?

The defendant
is violent

and may target
more victims

if he gains access
to a computer.

Remand seems
appropriate.

(defense lawyer)
No argument.

We just ask that Mr. Elam
be given a 730 exam

to determine his competence
to stand trial.

730 ordered.
Remand to Bellevue.

[gavel bangs]

Don't--
You don't understand...

Get off me!

You don't understand.
You don't understand.

Get off me!

Cards on the table.

You've got a mountain
of evidence and four felonies

for the jury
to chose from.

Sounds right.

And I have a mental patient
who's been manipulated

into committing murder.

Before this
goes any further,

there's something
you need to hear.

Molly asked me
to do it.

I had to do it.

You're saying she asked you
to murder her mother?

When?

[clearing his throat]

On her website.

She wrote about these horr--
These horrible beatings.

(defense lawyer)
Molly Preston
maintained a web page

on B-Frendz that outlined
a number of abuses

her mother committed
against her.

Horrible--
Horrible beatings.

We've seen Molly's
B-Frendz page.

There was no mention
of abuse anywhere.

She sanitized it.

She was a whore.

You're talking
about Molly?

No, her mother.

Molly said
she's a whore.

Richard,

if you were trying
to save Molly,

why did you rape her?

(defense lawyer)
It's not rape

if it's payment
for services rendered.

Are you saying
Molly Preston

offered your client sex
to kill her mother?

The whore has to die.

(defense lawyer)
He responded
to her web page.

They spoke over
instant message.

They discussed details
of the crime.

Including how to get
into the house

and what he should do
to the mother.

Molly also met with him
face to face.

(Jack)
Where?

(defense lawyer)
Richard.

You said you went
to lunch with Molly.

Where was that?

We met and she kissed me.

We kissed.

Your client
has an obsession.

All this sounds
like a fantasy.

But for meeting
Molly Preston on-line,

Richard Elam never would have
committed these
crimes.

Add his illness
to her web page,

there's no way a jury's
gonna find him responsible

for his actions.

Man One. Ten years.
Psychiatric treatment.

We won't discuss a plea until
we've proved his allegations.

Or will we just prove that
you're trying to get your client

out from under
25 to life?

I'm her savior.

(Connie)
B-Frendz sent me a link
to Molly's old web page.

Two days before
Caroline Preston's death

the page
was changed.

Listen to this.

"She's a whore.
She nearly broke my arm today.

"What do I have to do
to get rid of her?

Someone please help.
The whore has to die."

Elam wasn't
hallucinating.

"If someone were
to end my pain

"and make that whore
go away forever,

I'd give anything--
even my body."

She offered sex.
Just like Elam said.

Do you want to say it
or should I?

Solicitation.

Sounds like the rantings
of a teenage girl in her diary.

A diary is locked
with a
key

and hidden under
your pillow.

This was on-line
where anyone could see it.

Molly didn't post
her last name.

Any good defense lawyer
is going to argue

that there's a perceived
expectation of privacy.

On the World Wide Web?

For better or worse,
B-Frendz is the new town square.

People go there
to be seen.

But do we really think
she intended for somebody

to see this
and take action?

Pretty 16-year-old girls

are just as capable of
mens rea as anybody else.

Five minutes ago,

she was the victim
in this case.

Do we even know if they had any
contact before the kidnapping?

There's no evidence of any
e-mails or instant messaging

on any computer
in her house.

But on this version
of the web page,

REwind99 is listed
as a friend.

It's proof
of contact.

See,
Elam couldn't be listed

unless Molly received
a message from
him

and made the decision
to friend
him.

She offers sex for murder,
Arthur,

in a forum where the rule of law
has only a tenuous foothold.

All right,
sit down with Molly.

But if it looks like you're
barking up the wrong tree,

back off of it.

Because pointing a finger
at a 16-year-old rape victim

is the last thing this case
or this office needs.

My mom and I fought,
but it was no big deal.

Why did you change
your web page?

The fight
blew over.

Come on, you never
fought with your mom

and said things
you didn't mean?

Richard Elam says
you asked him to do this.

He said you told him
where you lived

and how to get
into your house.

That's crazy.

He also said
you met him in person.

I never met him until he
kidnapped and raped me.

I was venting.

B-Frendz is like a place
where I can talk to people

and no one judges,
you know?

I just needed someone
to open up to.

You didn't try talking
to your
dad?

He'd take her side.

I was just looking
for someone to talk to.

I can't help it if some lunatic
took what I said seriously.

Are you gonna
answer
that?

What?

Your cell phone.

It's a Bumblebee ring tone--
ultra high frequency, right?

Adults aren't supposed
to be able to hear that.

(Connie)
It's he said,
she said.

But our he is a schizophrenic
prone to
hallucinations.

Molly says her abuse was just
typical mother-daughter stuff.

Who did you go to when you
fought with your parents?

My brother.

Molly doesn't have
any siblings,

but she's a 16-year-old girl.

She must have
a best friend.

Have Cassady and Green
canvass her
school.

(Clarissa)
Mr. and Mrs. Preston
had like...

marital issues.

So the only time
Molly wasn't ignored

was when her mom unloaded
on her, which happened a lot.

Don't all mothers
and daughters fight?

Yeah, but Mrs. Preston
just wouldn't quit.

Always putting
Molly down--

Her hair, makeup,
the way she walked.

What did her father
say about this?

He's kind of a jellyfish.

And her mom was hot,
so he kept his mouth shut.

Why do you need
to know all this?

Just tying up
some loose ends.

(Ed)
Did Molly have
a boyfriend?

We heard she was seeing
somebody on-line.

Think you heard wrong.

She never mentioned
contacting a guy

she met over
the Internet?

If she's been cyber-flirting
with somebody, I'd know.

For argument's sake,
this one time,

Molly keeps something
to
herself.

Where does she go
to meet the
guy?

Flanigan's Cafe.

We hang there
sometimes--

but I'm telling you,
there's no guy.

(man)
Nope, never seen him.

How about this girl?
Molly?

Her I know.

One half of
the giggle sisters.

They're in two,
three times a week.

Cute girls...

...who are
obviously under age.

She ever use any
of these terminals?

Let me check
the log.

What?

Digging into
a teenage rape victim?

Due diligence.

Old school.

Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Number three.

My fastest box.

All right,
our computer techs

are going to need to take
that terminal.

Look, man, I'll get
in a lot of trouble

if you leave
with that computer.

Trust me.
Your boss won't mind.

We'll put it
in the subpoena.

These poor cybercafe
computers.

It's like those old horses
in a community stable.

After enough people ride them,
they just go lame.

You're saying you
didn't find anything?

I did not say that,
Detective.

IM exchanges are not
stored in memory,

but they're not necessarily
deleted either.

So I scanned through
all the fragmentary data

that wasn't allocated
to any files and found...

Excuse me.

I found this.

Two pieces of IMs
that trace back

to Molly's URL.

That's teen lingo, so enjoy.

"French homework.

S-hall."

Study hall.

"ESPNZone--
WMIRL"?

Let me see.

W-M-I-R-L.
"Wanna meet in real life."

Can I help you?
Excuse me a minute.

Molly, you need to go
with these detectives.

I wanna talk
to my dad.

He's gonna meet you
down at the station.

We can do this here
in front of all your friends

or we can step outside
and do it in private.

I know my rights.
I want my lawyer.

You know that right?

Here's the whole
civics lesson.

Molly Preston,
you're under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Wait, I didn't do
anything
wrong.

You can't do this.
Anything you say...

your key witness

is a schizophrenic killer.

He's not perfect, but his story
is supported by facts.

Well, his delusions hands
the defense reasonable doubt

and it all falls apart if you
can't prove Molly's intent.

We have numerous
witnesses

to fights between Molly
and her mother.

And you've seen
her website.

You think she didn't mean
what she wrote?

I think we don't convict
people for their thoughts.

Thoughts are private.

Posting them on-line
is more public

than putting them
on a billboard in Times Square.

But is it a billboard, Jack?

Or is it a private diary,

or a newspaper
or a shopping mall?

Because it's being legislated
as all those things right now.

B-Frendz has more than
a 100 million subscribers.

It's a friend site,
a sharing site.

You can't yell "fire"
in a crowded chat room.

I recommend discussing a deal.

This girl should do time.

See what they'll take.

Misdemeanor Obstruction
with a year's probation.

Murder Two, 15 years.

The charges against
your client

are very serious.

(defense lawyer)
You'd have better luck
charging a kid

who stepped on a crack
with attempted assault.

You have no case.

Her web page alone gives us
ample proof of act,

animus, and intent.

She's practically written
my closing arguments for me.

B-Frendz is full of kids
who write bad things

about their parents.

Their web pages
don't solicit murder.

Yours says,
"Please kill my mother."

(defense lawyer)
Any reasonable person

can tell she wasn't
being serious.

(Douglas)
This isn't Molly's fault.

That website
should have safeguards

to prevent someone like Elam

from looking
at a 16-year-old's page.

They do.

Your daughter chose
not to use them.

And you can't blame B-Frendz
for your daughter kissing Elam.

(Molly)
On the cheek.

He had a big crush on me.

I was just trying
to let him down easy.

He didn't say anything
about hurting my mother.

But you did.

It's all over your web page
until you changed it

two days before
your mother's death.

Because I didn't
mean it.

We'd been arguing,
but we made
up.

So I deleted
what I wrote.

And why didn't
you tell us all this

right after your mother
was murdered?

Because I was afraid
this would happen.

That people would blame me
for what he
did.

Please.

I feel so terrible about
the things I wrote.

I wish I could take it back
and just see my mom again.

But I never meant
for her to get hurt.

I was a girl
like her once.

My friends and I
started a rumor

that nearly got
our vice-principal fired.

When they traced it
back to us,

we cried, we said
we didn't mean it,

and we got off with
a slap on the wrist.

So you do have
a checkered past.

We knew exactly
what we were doing.

You may have no sympathy
for her, but a jury may.

Jack, Molly Preston knew
exactly what she was doing.

Get Clarissa Barnes
ready to testify.

(Clarissa)
When I saw her B-Frendz,

I asked Molly if
she was worried

somebody might do something,
come after her mom.

(Jack)
And how did she respond?

She said,

"I hope that
they do.

Then the bitch will finally
get what she deserves."

You're also mentioned
on Molly's B-Frendz.

Isn't that right,
Clarissa?

Of course.
We were friends.

Were.

According to her
web page,

you two had
a falling-out

over a boy
you both liked?

Yeah.
But we got past it.

After you used your B-Frendz
to start a rumor--

totally untrue--

that Molly was having sex
with a teacher?

Only because she posted on her
web site that I was
bulimic.

Also untrue.

So why should anybody
believe anything

written on
a B-Frendz page?

Sounds like nothing
but a bunch of lies.

(Douglas)
Excuse me.

15 years?

That's the best
you can do?

Offer is off
the table.

She didn't
kill anyone.

Richard Elam--

Is serving 15 years
to pay for his crime.

Your daughter
has to pay for hers.

She wouldn't have done
any of
this

if it wasn't
for that website.

You can't put
all the blame on her.

I don't.

Well, then go
after B-Frendz.

Molly can make a deal
to testify.

I wasn't talking about
the web site, Mr. Preston.

There was nothing
I could've done.

Paid a little more attention
to your daughter.

Kept a closer eye on what
she was doing
on-line.

Seems like there are
a lot of
things

you could've done
to prevent this situation.

(Mr. Rundberg)
According to our records,
this web page was created

from an IP address assigned
to Molly Preston's residence.

And since then, she logged in
to update the
page

on 814 occasions.

Do your records show
if Richard Elam

ever used your site

to send the defendant
instant messages?

Since November
of last year,

Richard Elam sent
Molly Preston 278 IMs.

And did Miss Preston
ever respond?

Yes. 216 times.

Okay, I'm a bit
technologically challenged.

Could you explain to me
exactly what B-Frendz is?

B-Frendz.com is
a social networking website.

It's a virtual
meeting place

where people can post
information about their lives,

keep in touch with old friends,
or make new ones.

A meeting place?

So like an on-line
nightclub?

Without the loud music
and
alcohol.

And without
any bouncers.

As the owner of this
"virtual nightclub,"

isn't it your responsibility
to check IDs,

make sure no one
dangerous gets in?

Our Service Agreement
prohibits
fraud

as well as any offensive
or illegal activities.

Your Agreement has yet
to be tested in court.

If it's your website, and Molly
Preston was merely a guest,

aren't you responsible
for her safety?

For making sure
that psychotics

like Richard Elam
don't get access to her page?

Objection.
Argumentative.

Overruled.

We had no
indication that

Elam was a threat, or that
Molly was being harassed.

But your company received
several e-mails warning

that dangerous material was
posted on Molly's page, correct?

I'd have to check with
our Security Division.

Don't bother.

Defense 54 through 56,
previously
entered.

Three e-mails complaining about
the content on Molly's site.

Mr. Rundberg, would you please
read the highlighted

portions from these
three emails?

"She's asking people
to kill her mom.

Isn't that
illegal?"

"This girl
is nuts.

You need to delete
her site."

Please take this down before
something bad happens."

You knew that Molly
was at risk

and you did nothing
to protect her.

This is not her fault,
it's yours.

Withdrawn.

(Connie)
That could've
gone better.

y to put
B-Frendz on trial.

I just didn't know
she'd be so good at it.

Who would the jury
rather blame,

a sweet little girl
or greedy.com?

Honestly,
I kind of enjoyed

watching her stick it
to
Rundberg.

Besides, Stewart's cross
may help us.

Do you have Molly's
account
overview

surrendered
by B-Frendz?

Yeah.

There.

They list
four e-mails

complaining about
Molly's site,

but Stewart only entered
three into evidence.

But we've seen it.
It's completely generic.

Why didn't they use it?

Track down Mr. Robinson
and ask
him.

Sorry.

I barely remember
sending that e-mail.

Is this what you wrote?

Yeah, I guess.

The header information said
there was 12K of data.

There's like
three lines here.

What did the rest
of it say?

No idea. It must not
have been that important.

Right. That's why you're
running away from me?

I got a big game
this weekend.

If I'm not ready,
I get
benched.

There's a reason they didn't
read your e-mail at the trial.

What was your relationship
to Molly Preston?

Never met her.

There was something you saw
on her web page that scared you.

Or why write "Please
take down this web page?"

I don't remember, okay?

I can get a warrant
to search your computer.

Good luck.

It's in a landfill
somewhere.

I just got
a new laptop.

Gregg.
This is a murder case.

Not my problem.

We want the original e-mail from
Gregg Robinson, Mr. Rundberg.

The version we were given
has been edited.

I think you're
mistaken.

I mean, I'd show you the
original file if we had it,

but we didn't
retain a copy.

You retain copies
of gum
wrappers.

We can subpoena
your backup servers.

You won't find
anything.

Because you deleted
the original?

The original
is in your hand.

We gave you everything
that we had.

Everyone seems to know something
here, including the defense.

Fill us in,
or we'll charge you

with obstructing
our investigation.

And I've got 20
very expensive lawyers

who'll take you to the mat
protecting our users' privacy.

You may need them
for something else.

Due to graphic pictures
posted by various users

on B-Frendz web pages,

we're charging
your company with 66 counts

of Disseminating
Indecent Material to Minors.

And that's just
from looking at 100

of your 80 million pages.

You'll destroy
my
business.

Your business takes
advantage of children

and gives them
no protection.

At least we try.

The porn sites
are just as accessible

and way more dangerous.

All they'd have to do
to keep the kids off the site

is to create a new
domain suffix: .XXX.

But are you going
after them?

No.

Because they're a
2.5-billion-a-year business.

If they break the law,
we'll prosecute them too.

But today,
we're talking about you.

Now, we can fight
over
this,

exposing you in the press as
an opportunist and a panderer.

Or we can work out
an agreement on these charges,

including that e-mail.

This place have Wi-Fi?

(Robinson)
I didn't come forward before

because I didn't want
to get in
trouble.

I'm 21.
Molly's 16.

(Jack)
And what were you
concerned about?

(Gregg)
I had sex with her.

And you've been granted immunity
for the statutory rape charge?

That's right.

How did you
and the defendant meet?

On-line.
I saw her B-Frendz page.

The stuff about having sex with
any guy who'd kill her mom.

I IM'd her and said
I'd do it.

You'd murder
her mother for sex?

I thought I was just
going along with the game.

I didn't think she meant it.

I just figured she was,
you know, a freak.

Where and when did
the sex take place?

About three months before
her mom was
killed.

She came to my
dorm room.

At that time,

did she repeat her request that
you murder Caroline Preston?

Yeah. Afterwards.

And that's when I realized
she was
serious.

I told her I wouldn't do it.
She flipped out.

She started throwing stuff.
She started swearing at me.

Did she threaten you?

She said she'd go to the police
and accuse me of rape.

And what
did you say?

I said that if
she did that,

then I would tell them she was
trying to kill her mother.

As soon as she left, I sent
a long e-mail to B-Frendz,

telling them exactly
what she said,

and that they should
take down her site.

We're offering Man One,
ten years.

What's going on?

We're discussing
a deal.

That guy was lying.

I wouldn't sleep
with him

and now he's doing this
to get back at me.

Gregg's roommate
walked in on you.

He saw you two
having sex.

At this point ten years
is a gift.

But I didn't mean
any of it.

I loved my mother.

Dad, would you tell them?

She wouldn't have done
any of
this

if it wasn't
for that website.

Can't Molly testify against
B-Frendz for a better deal?

We understand there were
contributing factors,

but if that computer was a gun,
Molly pulled the trigger.

No, I can't go to jail.

Offer's good for 24 hours.

She'll take it.
No, I won't.

You're going to listen to me
for once in your life.

So you can bury me
in jail?

They're going
to find you guilty.

You'll get 25 years.

How could you
do this to me?

Because I am
your father.

I know this is
what's best for you!

The best thing for me
would've been

to have a father
with some balls.

Molly, be quiet.

She wouldn't have screwed
around and then I wouldn't

have had to do
something about it!

She's gonna take the deal.
It's decided.

I'm being tried
as an adult.

You can't tell me
what to do.

Just like you couldn't tell mom
to stop screwing around

with those losers who were
ruining our lives!

Maybe mom was a whore,
but you drove her to it.

I think we're
through here.

Damn right we are.

I'm not taking any deal
and that's final.

In the matter of
People V. Molly Preston,

on the count of murder
in the second degree,

how do you find?

We find the defendant
Molly Preston guilty.

Molly's father's suing
B-Frendz for wrongful death.

He'll be lucky
if he gets a dime.

Well, that's one way to take
responsibility for your child.

It's always 10:00 PM
somewhere.

Do you know where
your children are?