All language subtitles for Law and order S17E21 - Over Here

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.

You really think
she's okay?

She's so lethargic.

Well, that's because Princess
is a very fat cat.

Changing her diet
would do her good.

I'm getting
a second opinion.

[cat meows]

Unh!
Aah!

Dena, get Laurie out here
with an ambu bag

for a large dog.

Call 911.

[dog barking]

We're losing him.

We're losing him.

I know some
of the local homeless,

but I've never
seen him before.

Did he say anything
before he died?

No, we had the ambu bag
over his mouth,

trying to help him breathe.

It's the first real person
I work on,

and he dies.

At least you tried.

Most people--

How far could he have walked
with those head wounds?

It's hard to say.

He sustained
internal trauma,

but without an autopsy--

He's got fractured ribs
on the left,

ruptured spleen
and liver,

internal hemorrhaging,

and a shattered
acromioclavicular joint.

Broken shoulder.

Didn't you say you never
worked on people before?

I've got X-ray hands.

It comes from
treating patients

who can't tell you
what's wrong with them.

Could be a hit and run.

Uh-uh, not
with these wounds.

They look defensive.

My guess, he got
beaten to death.

Thanks.

No I.D.

He couldn't have walked far
in that condition.

His squat's probably nearby.

He gets the beat down,
he's looking for help,

and he sees this.
[cell phone
rings]

Any port in a storm.

Hello?

Where?

Got it.

Hope you weren't planning
on breakfast.

Lower east side,

another homeless guy
beaten to death.

Call came in at 5:10.

Someone heard shouting--
a man calling for help.

The caller see anything?

She was up
on the third floor.

It was still too dark
to see.

We'll canvass the buildings
on the off chance.

It's 5:10.

The other guy fell
into the clinic

around 4:30.

Say he was beaten
ten minutes before that.

That leaves about 50 minutes
in between attacks.

Time enough to walk
from 26th and 9th

all the way over here.

Could be the same guys.

And I got something here.

Oh, cute kid.

And a New Jersey
driver's license.

"William McCarter."

Address in Fort Lee.

Let's make sure
that gets back to his family.

Yeah.

Blunt force injuries,
crushing wounds.

These guys were stomped,
punched, and batted

head to toe.

Any way to connect
the attacks?

Both men have
a similar bruise

here on the right temple,

shaped like a boot heel.

I'm guessing this is
what started

the brain hemorrhage
that killed him.

Looks like shrapnel wounds.

Yeah.

There's more
on his leg.

Is he a veteran?

Infantry--
First of the Third,

stationed in Tikrit.

So says the tattoo
on his left shoulder blade.

I put him in his mid-20s.

CSU got nothing
from the baseball field,

and the canvass didn't turn up
any witnesses.

No kidding.
All the more reason
to figure out

where this John Doe got
his beat down.

Private John Doe.

Iraq veteran.

From Tikrit
to our street.

Some homecoming.

This cocktail napkin--

the L--
it's from the Lexmore.

The hotel in Chelsea.

The Lexmore--
nice piano bar.

He said his name
was David.

I never got a last name.

He said he was
in the service.

How'd you know him?

I found him digging
through the dumpster out back,

so I set him up
with a meal.

I did it a few times.

A vet eating garbage--
it ain't
right.

You know where
he laid up for the night?

No idea.

David wasn't
a big talker.

Last night, did he
come around for his meal?

No, he came
every other week.

David knew not to push,
and to show his gratitude.

How did he do that?

Well, I don't want
any
trouble.

If they were stolen,

I don't know anything
about it.

If what was stolen?

Floor mats.

He said he found them,
he wanted to give them to me.

They were practically
brand
new,

except for a couple
of little stains.

I gave him ten bucks
for 'em.

These are for a Bentley.

I figured I could sell 'em
on eBay.

Not anymore.

Store tag's still on 'em.

(man)
Yep, they're ours.

They were damaged from a leak
in the stockroom.

We had to throw 'em out.

Where'd you find 'em?

This man sold 'em
to someone
else.

Oh, him.

Kreidel--
what a pain in the ass.

What, he get hit
by a bus?

(Green)
Beaten to death.

You called him Kreidel,
you know his name.

Of course,
David Kreidel.

We were suing him
for scaring away our customers.

The lawyers filed the papers
last week.

You're suing
a homeless person?

Customers bring their cars in
for service.

They'd see him
hanging out back there,

doing his thing--

going to the bathroom,
talking to himself.

We offered him money
to move, but--

Back there in the alley,
that's where he was
living?

Yeah.

So what were you
suing him for,

the lint in his pockets?

The money he was getting
from the government,

some kind of benefits.

Like maybe his
GI benefits?

We were just hoping
that he'd shove off.

Right.

That's a nice pin
on your lapel, by the way.

Looks like his squat.

I got blood on a box,

blood here and blood here,

where somebody grabbed on.

Looks like we got
our crime scene.

We got an eyewitness too.

Mr. Hammond,
does this camera work?

Don't expect miracles.

That camera's about
five years old.

We'll keep it
in
mind.

Here we go.

I couldn't make out
their
face

There it was--
the death blow.

Go back to the beginning.

I want to see something.

[tape rewinding]

Freeze it.

Right there,
what's that?

(Green)
That's a baseball cap.

Go forward slowly.

[tapping keyboard]

(Van Buren)
Someone was standing
under the camera,

just watching.

You see that?

Something flew out
of his pocket.

[tape rewinding]

He was right about here,
turned this way.

The thing flew out
that way.

(Green)
There's all kinds of nastiness
under there.

Don't!

You want to get rabies
of something?

Here, use this.

It was square shaped,
like a piece of cardboard.

Something like that?

It's a map of the city.

All the sites
are highlighted.

Maybe our perps are
from out of town.

If it's their map.

Well, same shape,

same general look.

So if this is their map,

and they're
from out of town,

maybe they're staying
at a hotel.

Maybe that's where
they were heading

when they attacked
the second guy.

A hotel on the Lower
East Side.

(man)
There were a bunch
of them.

Four or five.

They're young people.

They were all staying
in the same room.

They were here
about a week.

Party hearty types.

When did they
check out?

This morning,
about
8:00.

Here we go.
Hold your nose.

Uh, watch it,

you got vomit there
on the floor.

Looks like blood stains
on the sheets,

and, uh, other fluids.

Ugh, they must be
into water conservation.

They didn't bother flushing.

Violent, impulsive...

Looks like we're
on the right track.

You people are wrecking
the place!

Like anybody's
gonna notice.

Now, about your guests--
I told you,

I can't really describe
any of
them.

People come, people go--
that's the hotel business.

But you got ID from them
when they checked in, right?

I got cash in advance.

There were two or three guys
with a girl.

But they all looked
above the legal age.

(Cassady)
Hey, Ed, check this
out.

I found it
behind the dresser.

Blank checks belonging
to Rachel Hutton.

West 87th Street.

On top of everything else,
they're
thieves.

[annoyed sigh]

The whole box is gone.

I don't believe this.

Anything else missing,
Miss
Hutton?

Oh, my God--
my digital camera.

I had pictures from
my parents' anniversary.

This is crazy.

Um, who comes
into this room?

The housekeeper,
our nanny.

They've been with us
for years.

Any strangers in the house
in the last week?

No.

Oh, well, Monday
there was a young man

and a young woman--
very nice, very polite.

they came to the door.

They were selling something?
Magazine subscriptions.

To earn money
for a semester abroad.

Oh, I'm an idiot.

I let the girl use
the powder room right here.

You're a nice lady.

You bought magazines
from them?

Yeah, about $100 worth.

I made a check out
to, um...

"Excursion Sales."

I even got a receipt.

That's right,
New York City police.

Outside?

It's a beautiful
spring day.

How is it
down in Orlando?

Ah, terrific.

Near as we can figure out,
Yeah, I'll
hold.

Excursion Sales is just
a clearing house

for subscriptions.

They subcontract with vendors
to do the selling,

then those guys subcontract
with magazine sales crews.

They're the ones who actually
ring the
doorbells.

And steal
from the customers.

Everybody's
an independent contractor,

so no one's responsible
for anybody.

I get it.

Lieutenant?
Yeah.

There's a Sherry Kreidel here
for an identification.

The victim's next of kin--
the Iraq vet.

I'll see her
in my office.

Light a fire
under these people.

This magazine crew's
not gonna stick around for long.

Not with two murders
hanging over them.

[voice shaky]
I'm sorry, I, um...

I haven't seen my brother
in nearly six months.

I heard he was mugged.

We're not sure
what happened.

[whispering]
Poor Davey.

He, um--

he wasn't always
like this.

I mean, a street person.

Tell me what he was like.

Oh...

Davey was
the sweetest kid.

All my friends
had a crush on him.

[pained chuckle]

And then,
when he came back

from over there...

he told me
he couldn't sleep.

He would cry for no reason,
he was depressed.

Did he get counseling?

The Army told him he had
post-traumatic stress.

But they couldn't treat him
right away,

so he waited for weeks,

all the time getting worse.

He started getting
into trouble.

He would talk back
to the
officers,

sleeping in.

So the Army just
kicked him out.

They told him he had
a personality disorder,

and drummed him out
on a 513 discharge.

They said he would never be
a quality soldier.

Just like that.

We found out that Army
has to pay
benefits

if they discharge people
for post-traumatic
stress.

But if they discharge them
for a personality
disorder,

they don't have
to pay anything.

So that's what they did
to Davey.

I'm very sorry,
Miss Kreidel.

The girl that
brought me in here,

she said she was
in Iraq.

Oh, yeah, we have
a number of officers

who served there.

Davey told me he would have
been better off

if he got killed
over there.

They would have treated him
like a hero then.

[knock on door]

Excuse me.

We've got a lead on the manager
of the sales crew.

Lean into him.

(man)
This could be anybody.

But it sure as hell isn't
any of my people.

"Sure as hell"?

Yeah, we're running short
on our quota.

Which means that my crews
are out on the street

by 7:00 every morning
to make up for it.

Nobody parties late
or runs around

beating the crap
out of bums.

Why don't you let us
figure that out

for ourselves?

You just give us the name
of your
sellers

that were working
West 87th
Street

a few days ago.

My mag crews weren't working
on the west side.

It must be a whole other crew
I don't know about.

Hey, get out of there!

Who's Tommy Bennett?

You bought a travel voucher
for
him.

Yeah, he, uh,
quit the crew,

so we bought him
this bus ticket home

to Milwaukee.

Why'd he quit?

He just quit.
So what?

So what?

You bought this
travel voucher yesterday.

One day after the murders.

All right, look,

you do what you gotta do,
okay?

but I don't know anything
about anything.

We find the bus Tommy's on,
we can have him pulled off.

That's not me, I swear.

Well obviously,
these two guys
aren't you,

but you see this here
at the bottom of
the frame?

that's the top
of somebody's head.

That somebody
could be you, Tommy.

I swear to God
I wasn't there.

Then why were you
in such a hurry to leave town?

I wasn't.
I just quit!

I couldn't take
the job anymore.

Which part of the job
couldn't you take,

the partying or the stealing?

You don't get it.

They told me I was gonna earn
all this
money

working on a mag crew,

traveling around the country,
staying in
hotels.

Except they didn't say
they were gonna dock
our pay

for the hotels, gas--
whatever they felt like.

They're rippin' us off!

We barely had
enough money to eat.

And they would put us up
in these roach hotels

with hookers
and meth heads.

It was scary.

Like the Delancey Hotel?

You were staying there
with those guys, weren't you?

We're gonna find your prints
in the room
Tommy.

We're gonna know.

I didn't have anything to do
with killing anybody.

I wasn't even hanging
with those guys that night.

I told 'em I was gonna quit,

and they kicked the crap
out of me.

[sighs]

You see?

They locked me out
of the room,

and they went out
to get drunk.

And I slept in some park
all night.

So who is this
in the photo?

Well, this looks like
Pete Harris,

and that's Bobby Cole.

With the boots--
Bobby Cole--you sure?

Yeah, it looks like him.

And that's Audrey--
Audrey Jimenez.

She went with them.

Those three are real tight.

Where can we find them?

I don't know.
Look at this.

Look at it.

There are circles drawn
around neighborhoods.

You guys made a schedule,
a
plan?

What was the plan
for today, Tommy?

[sighs]

We were gonna take
the subway here,

to Astoria Blvd. station.

Come on, you're
going with us.

Get up!
Let's go!

[police radio chatter]

Those guys,
they're out of control.

Don't wuss out
on us, Tommy.

There, that's Pete.

That's--that's Pete.

I'd be helping the refugees
at Darfur

while still earning credits
towards my medical degree.

And you can see we have
a wide selection of magazines.

How 'bout a lifetime
subscription

to the Prison Times?

Peter Harris,
you're under arrest.

Where are your friends?

Uh...I--I got nothin'
to say.

[scoffs]

(police dispatcher)
110 David, be advised,

two individuals
matching the
descriptions--

one male, one female--

seen entering the residence
at 429 Steinway.

Ma'am, we're looking
for two people

who were just seen
entering this residence.

Yeah, they're
selling magazines.

May we come in?

Where are they?

He was just here,
and the girl, she--

[toilet flushes]

Police!
Hands up!

Where's Cole?
I don't know.

Ugh!

Turn around!
Ah!

Don't move.

Cuff him.

[grunting]

Hey, Cole, nice boots.

[dog barking]

Docket number 3305:

People v. Peter Harris,
Audrey Jimenez--

(Judge Ling)
Not so fast.

Where's counsel
for these defendants?

Don't know,
Your Honor.

Mr. Fetzer, will Legal Aid
represent defendants

for purposes
of arraignment?

You know me, Judge--
whatever you need.

People v. Peter Harris,
Audrey Jimenez,

and Robert Cole--
Not guilty!

[gavel bangs]
Counselor, put a lid
on your client.

One count each
murder in the
second degree,

two counts grand larceny.

My clients plead
not guilty.

(Judge Ling)
People on bail?

Defendants brutally beat
two homeless men to death.

One of the murders
was clearly captured

by a security camera.

The defendants have no ties
to the community

no fixed address--

They do now.
Remand across the board.

[gavel bangs]
Notify the ATB panel.

Let's get separate attorneys
appointed.

And, Mr. Fetzer,
since you seem to have

a calming effect
on Mr. Cole,

you'll continue as
his counsel of record.

So much for being
"clearly captured."

Has this gone
to the defense yet?

In the afternoon
discovery package.

A tape of the actual crime
should have been a slam dunk.

They beat two men
to death.

There should be blood
on their clothes,
their shoes.

They must've
cleaned it off.

Cole's boot heel matched
the head wounds on the victims.

But so would
a million other shoes.

On the other hand, Latent found
the girl's prints on the map.

Well, I guess we can always
hold a littering charge

over her as leverage.

What?

There was blood
on the bed

in the hotel room
they all shared.

It belonged to the girl,
Audrey Jimenez.

And there was semen
mixed with it.

Belonging to one
of the other two?

The lab is still
testing it,

but if one of them
is Audrey's boyfriend,

we might be able
to play the love birds

against the odd man out.

Talk to Miss Jimenez

before the defense sees
that tape.

[buzzer blares]

(Jimenez)
I didn't have sex
with anybody.

Audrey, just listen
to her.

The semen was mixed
with your
blood.

Whoever it was,
Peter or Bobby,

you can help him.

Especially if you tell me
this whole thing
wasn't

his idea.

I didn't have sex.

I don't have a boyfriend.

[sighs]

Audrey, what are you
trying to say?

Were you raped?

We'll protect you.

Peter and Bobby can't
hurt you anymore,

but you have to tell us
about the murders.

They didn't rape me--
it wasn't them.

They saved me.

They were out getting food

when some meth heads
from down the hall

bust in,
looking for money.

They attacked me,
they were raping me

when Peter and Bobby
came back.

They pulled
those animals off me.

I understand your loyalty.

No, you don't.

We've been together
for four months.

Going from place to place,
everybody's ripping us off.

Our boss even has
these goons beat us up

if we don't bring in
enough money.

All we've got
is each other.

But you are the one that's
in trouble right now.

It was your prints
on the
map.

I don't care.

Bobby, he was in Iraq.

He said the only reason
he came back alive

is 'cause him and his buddies
hung together.

Well, it's no different here.

No different.

I didn't see any murders.

I didn't see anything.

What do they think they are,
the lost platoon?

Well, if we don't break
their bonds of loyalty,

we don't have a case.

They're kids.

Push 'em around,
they'll fold.

Audrey Jimenez
was gang raped.

Cole was in combat.

It'll take more
than tough talk

to intimidate those two.

That still leaves
the third musketeer

up for grabs.

Too late.

Omnibus motion "to dismiss,
set bail, suppress."

You name it,
they're going for it.

You shut them down,

because I don't want
these people

back on our streets.

(Fetzer)
The only thing
this tape clearly captures

is the big nothing at the center
of the People's case.

The tape speaks
for itself, Your Honor.

It's up to the jury
to determine

its probative value.

Except Ms. Rubirosa hyped it
as the second coming

of the Zapruder film.

That's why our clients
were denied bail.

[groaning loudly]

Is your client okay,
Mr. Fetzer?

What happened
to his
arm?

I believe he slipped
on the stairs at Rikers.

Your Honor,
the entire case--

Save your breath,
Mr. Fetzer.

Your motion to dismiss
is denied.

As to the bail application--

If I may remind,
Your Honor,

the defendants are
out-of-state residents.

50,000 on Harris and Cole,

25,000 for Ms. Jimenez.

[gavel bangs]

Arthur should be happy.

At 50,000, they won't be
going anywhere soon.

You know, for a guy
who took a header

down the stairs,

Cole looks pretty good.

No head injuries,
no
bruises.

You don't buy his story?

At arraignment,
he could hardly
stand still.

Now he's moving
at half speed.

And he's got a bad case
of dry mouth.

It's a common side effect
of mood-stabilizing
drugs.

Be nice to know why Cole
needs his mood stabilized.

The warden at Rikers told me
that Cole was shanked

in a fight
with another prisoner.

There were no witnesses,

and it's unclear
who started the fight.

But the other prisoner,
he ended up with a broken jaw,

three broken ribs,
and a broken ankle.

Sounds like Cole went
on a rampage.

Is that why
he was sedated?

Cole refused to waive
his medical confidentiality.

But the doctor didn't disagree
when I suggested

that Cole was either
on Phenobarbital or Tegritol.

Heavy duty stuff.

So what's this all masking?

Mood swings or
a propensity for violence?

Cole doesn't have
a rap sheet.

And I had his service record
faxed over this afternoon.

We might be able to read
between the lines.

He served in
a mechanized unit,

did two tours.

"Divisional commendation,
Purple Heart.

Wounded 2/9 of '06."

Eight months of recovery.

Most of it at the Linden
V.A. Hospital in Brooklyn.

He got two letters
of reprimand.

That's the military
equivalent

of a slap on the wrist.

But look at this.

He received
a general discharge.

He's practically
a war hero,

and they muster him out

because of a couple
of bad write-ups?

Yeah, we're not getting
the whole story.

Or any of it.

Start drafting
a
subpoena.

(woman)
I'm only authorized
to tell you

that Mr. Cole was admitted
with an ABI--

acute brain injury
sustained

when an IED exploded
near his Humvee.

Beyond that you have
his redacted records.

"Redacted" is
putting it mildly.

Anything useful
has been blacked out.

We've been served with
a temporary restraining order

by Mr. Cole,

barring the release
of his medical information.

A T.R.O.
Can we see it?

Here's something
your redactors missed.

Cole changed wards four times
while he was
here.

As part of his treatment
and recovery.

But four times?

Does that indicate
a disciplinary problem?

It might, if I were authorized
to discuss it, which I'm not.

What kind of problem--
was he
violent?

Isn't that why he was given
a general
discharge?

I can't comment.
The T.R.O.

Then we'll talk
to everybody

who had contact with him
during his stay here.

I'm sorry,
I don't make policy.

(Rubirosa)
Read our subpoena,
Ms. Corrado.

You're required to comply
unless barred

by specific language
of the T.R.O.

The way I read this,

we can talk to orderlies,
security
personnel,

and other patients.

(woman over P.A.)
Dr. Jacobson to O.R. 1.

You have to understand
that a lot of personnel

have been reassigned
since Mr. Cole was
discharged.

We'll talk to
whoever's left.

Thank you.

You're welcome, sir.

This way.

Ward five, isn't that
one of the
wards

Cole was in?

It's been closed.

In the middle of a war?

The people you want to talk to
are this way.

Check it out, sir.

[whispering]
Check it out.

When did you
close this down?

(man)
Two months ago.

Jack...
there's rat droppings.

This room...was Cole's.

Mr. McCoy...

[water dripping]

There's dead roaches
all over the floor.

(Corrado)
That's why it's been
closed.

It's unfit.

How long has it been
like this?

Long as I've been here.

And you had wounded soldiers
living in these conditions?

No wonder Cole wanted
to bust some
heads.

I took what I could
with my cell phone

before they hustled us
out of there.

Deplorable.

Disgraceful, that's
the operative word.

But it doesn't have anything
to do with this case.

Talk to me about something
that does.

We found a doctor
at the
hospital

who told us that
Cole was involved

in three unprovoked attacks
on hospital personnel.

All of them had
a familiar M.O.

Punches, kicks
to the head.

And it was only because Cole
was quickly subdued

that no one was
seriously hurt.

Evidence of a pattern crime.

Admissible under
the Molineaux exception.

It's what Cole's lawyer tried
to keep us from finding
out.

Great work.

Now use it to turn
one of the lesser evils.

(man)
What they're
saying is, Pete,

their case against Cole
just got a big boost.

Lucky for you we want him
more than we want
you.

He finished off McCarter
and Kreidel.

You confirm it,
you testify to it,

we've got a deal.

15 to 30, Pete.

Don't take too long,
Mr. Harris.

I might decide
to take you to trial

along with Cole...

and ask for life
without parole.

Cole, man...

he's like night and day,
you know?

The murders, Mr. Harris.

Yeah, we did them.

Cole was in one of his moods.

What kind of mood?

He goes all quiet,
like in a trance.

He shuts everything out.

He comes out of it,
and he's looking for a fight.

That's enough for now.

Mr. McCoy, you send us
the paperwork,

you'll get the rest
of the story.

Get word
to Audrey Jimenez's lawyer

that the lost platoon
hit a bump in the road.

Hmm, more like
a sharp turn.

Look at this--
Cole changed his plea.

"Not guilty by reason
of mental disease
or defect."

Fetzer must've found out
that we know

about Cole's prior
bad acts.

Fetzer's smart.

He knows they cut
both ways.

We use them to show
a pattern crime...

Fetzer uses them as evidence
of a mental disease.

Life hands you lemons...

This puts Cole's
medical records in play.

No more hiding behind a T.R.O.

(Harris)
When we got back
to the hotel,

Bobby told us we had
to wash our clothes,

in case we got blood
on them.

I woke up later,

and I saw him
cleaning his boots.

Mr. Harris, did you ever talk
to Mr.
Cole

about what you
described earlier

as his trances?

Uh, yes.

He said
they started happening

after he got messed up
in Iraq.

Did he ever talk to you about
getting treatment for them?

He said he was supposed
to take drugs for them,

but because we were
always on the move

for our work,

he could never get a doctor
to write him a prescription.

Thank you.

When Bobby came out
of his trances,

he was irritable,
hostile.

That's what you said,
isn't it?

Yes.

Did he ever direct
his hostility at you?

Sometimes.

How would you deal
with it?

I'd make him focus
on something else.

Some thing

or maybe somebody?

Yeah, sure.

How would you get Bobby
to focus on somebody else?

I don't remember.

Are you familiar
with the terms haji

and "Johnny Jihad"?

Su, , bby said that
that's what they
called

the enemy in Iraq.

So, when Bobby was coming out
of his trances,

did you ever point
at another person

and tell him,
"There's a haji--

there's Johnny Jihad"?

Maybe.

Didn't you point
to those homeless men

and tell him,
"There's Johnny Jihad"?

Uh, I was drunk,
I don't remember.

No more questions.

(Rubirosa)
What do you mean
he's not coming?!

It's not up to
the Veterans Administration.

Dr. Petravian
is under subpoena!

He's being called as a witness
in five minutes.

Do you know about this?
Okay, fine.

I just got hit with
a federal writ of
prohibition.

Some judge halfway
across the country

is telling me I can't
present
evidence

about my client's treatment
at the Linden V.A.

So that explains it.
Explains what?

Jack, our doctor from the V.A.
isn't showing up.

There's some federal writ.

I know,
I got one too.

Follow me
to the Federal Courthouse.

Your Honor,
the Veterans Administration

is being prosecuted
for criminal negligence

in a death that occurred
at a V.A. hospital

in Albuquerque.

Now, there's
real concern here

that publicity
from his case

could unduly influence
the New Mexico case.

If I can't present evidence
of my client's treatment

at the Linden V.A.,
I won't have a case!

I can't establish the origin
of his mental disease.

Your Honor, my case
supercedes theirs.

Maybe so, but, Your Honor,
on its
face,

this is overreaching.

I don't know why
Mr. McCoy's complaining.

He can still introduce
his defendant's prior bad acts

without violating the writ.

I know what I can do--
that's not the issue.

Fairness is the issue.

No, Mr. McCoy,
due process is the issue.

The federal case
pre-empts the state.

All mention of the conditions
at the Linden
V.A.,

or the treatment rendered
therein,

is barred from your trial.

Your Honor--

And any evidence pertaining
to those conditions

will be returned forthwith
to the relevant federal
entity.

It's a whitewash.
You have my ruling.

Ignore it
at your own peril.

Fetzer's right,
it's a cover-up.

Last I checked,
you were being paid

to put people like
Robert Cole in jail.

Before Cole was a murderer,
he was a wounded soldier

who received substandard care.

If you think that this is
an issue worth airing

while we're at war,

then get yourself down
to New Mexico.

Don't tempt me, Arthur.

Jack, do you believe
that Cole knew

that killing those men
was wrong?

Yes, he even
covered up evidence.

Do you believe
he appreciated

the consequences
of his action?

Yes.

Well, then,
the path is clear.

We abide by the writ,

we work out a plea
with
Fetzer.

Then we make sure
that all that evidence

goes back to the Feds.

Hey, Lieu,
Cole's pleading out.

In the middle
of the trial?

I just report the news.

Rubirosa says
all this stuff

is being turned over
to the Feds.

Just this,
the V.A. material?

Gonna make a nice bonfire
in somebody's backyard.

[knocks on door]

[door opens]

You worked out a plea
with Cole.

Not yet.

I'm gonna sweat him out
a little longer.

I've got a V.A. doctor
testifying tomorrow

about Cole's
bad behavior.

But all of this will be
off limits?

By order of
the U.S. District Court.

Hmm.

You know, my father
was wounded

in Wonju, Korea, 1952.

He spent a year in a V.A.
hospital in Tulsa.

Never talked about it.

Well, not to me.

My mother said
the doctors and nurses

saved his life.

Angels of mercy, that's
what she called them.

If it weren't for them,

there wouldn't have been
an Anita Van Buren.

But this--

I know you know
this isn't right.

And kicking broken kids
out of the Army--

kids like David Kreidel--
just to save a
buck...

[sighs]

Wouldn't treat a dog
like that.

(man)
This was the second time

Mr. Cole had attacked
an orderly.

Again, I explained to him
about his
seizures.

I warned him that
he was susceptible

to aggressive behavior

immediately following
the seizures.

Did you counsel him
about treatment, Doctor?

Yes.

I explained
the seizures were treated

with mood-stabilizing drugs,

and that he must continue
to take those drugs.

(McCoy)
How did he react
to your instructions, Doctor?

I asked if he understood
my instructions,

and the consequences
of not following them.

He said he did.

No more questions.

(Judge Barclay)
Cross, Mr. Fetzer?

Your Honor,
for reasons you're aware,

the questions I'd want
to ask this witness

would put me in contempt
of a federal order

of prohibition.

So I have no questions.

(Judge Barclay)
All right.

Dr. Petravian,
you're excused.

If I may, Your Honor?

I have a few more questions
for this witness.

(Judge Barclay)
Doctor?

(McCoy)
Doctor, how would
you characterize

the care provided
to Mr. Cole

by the Linden
V.A. hospital?

Consistent with
the level of care

at the facility.

Coisnt with standards
in the medical community

at large?

Um, I'm not sure
I understand.

Mr. Cole received
excellent
care.

People's 28.

These are
his treatment records.

Can you tell me
if he was given

a prescription
for mood stabilizers

when he was released
from your facility?

I don't see...

His records don't
indicate
it.

Do they indicate
that he was directed

to an out-patient
facility

for further treatment?

No, they don't.

Even though he suffered
from seizures

as a result of the brain injury
he received in combat?

Such out-patient care may not
have been
available.

Not available to a soldier
who received

a less-than-honorable discharge
from the service?

That may have had something
to do with it, yes.

You testified
Mr. Cole's care

was, quote, "consistent
with the level of treatment

in your facility."

People's 30 to 35.

Do you recognize
these photos?

That's ward five
at the Linden V.A.

Ward five was where
Mr. Cole was housed.

Doctor, is it consistent
with the level of care

in your facility

to place wounded veterans
in rooms

rife with mold,

infested with rodents--

That's not a fair question!

Or to provide housing
for our wounded

that is putrid with the stench
of faulty plumbing?

Look, you don't understand.

We are overwhelmed.

There's no money for--

For what, proper care?

We have a $14 million
shortfall

at our facility alone.

Doctor, when we send
our soldiers--

No, strike that.

When we send our children
to fight in a war of choice...

don't we have
the moral obligation,

the patriotic duty...

to care for those
who come home alive...

whatever the cost?

Of course we do.

But we never expected
this number of wounded.

This rate of survival.

Never expected?

Are you saying
it would have been

more convenient for you--
for the V.A.--

if more of our men and women,

our children--

if they had died in Iraq?

[whispering inaudibly]

25 to life?

I thought you'd be
more understanding.

The V.A.'s neglect
doesn't excuse your client.

He knew what
he was capable of,

he knew how to stop it,
and he did nothing.

That much will be
crystal clear

to the jury.

I'm sorry for your injury.

I'm sorrier for
the two men you killed.

20 years.

[scoffs]
Sure, why not?

At least I'll get
my meds.

Send me the paperwork.

I'm really proud
of you, Jack.

I just got off the phone
with the U.S. Attorney's office.

They're seeking contempt charges
against you.

Talking about jail time.

I'm gonna go
bake you a cake

with a hacksaw in it.

Make it chocolate.

This is no joke.

The U.S. Attorney
was stomping and hollering

about how airing
the V.A.'s dirty laundry

was giving aid and comfort
to the enemy.

And you agree with them?

I would think improving
conditions at V.A. hospitals

would give aid and comfort
to our own troops.

Amen.

I wouldn't worry
too much about jail.

You'll have the very best
legal
representation

at the contempt hearing.

You?

And at a reasonable fee.

Uh, Jack...

don't do that again.

Not on my watch.

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