All language subtitles for Law and order S19E08 - Chattel

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.

Are you turning off
the air conditioning?

I'm just
looking at it.

I'm sweating in here.
Leave it alone.

I'm cold.

What am I,
a potted plant?

Come here.

You're shaking.

What's the matter?

I'm worried, Freddie.

I just hope we
haven't opened
a can of worms here.

It'll be all right.

If we're wrong,
we could get disbarred.

Like the world can't
spare two lawyers?

Lizzy, don't worry.

We're doing
the right thing.

Hmm.

That's
the best you can do,

sometime between Friday
and Sunday morning?

Well, the AC was
blasting, the place
was like a meat locker.

Totally screws my
rigor calculations.

I mean, who runs
the AC in October
anyway?

You got
a problem with that?

The alarm system was on
when I come in this morning,
like always.

I think the Bellamys
have gone to work.

Um, they are lawyers,
but such nice people.

What kind of
lawyers were they?

Family, you know,
for children
and divorce.

Very kind,
always help me
with my kids.

I work for them 10 years,
they were like friends.

I'm very sorry.
Um, would you mind
staying here?

We might have some
more questions for you.

She says the alarm
was still on.

I'll have the company
confirm it.
What have you got?

We've got messages.

Saturday, 11:12 a.m.

Hey, guys,
it's Valerie.

If you haven't left yet,
can you pick up two
more bottles of red?

Big crowd coming.

Saturday, 3:38 p.m.

Where are you guys?
Everybody's asking.

Did you miss
the exit again?
Love you guys.

Loveable divorce lawyers.
That's like killing
an endangered species.

It looks like always.

They never want
me to clean here,
just empty the trash.

Lupes!

This window looks like
it was forced open.

It's not alarmed?

It used to be.

Look, the sensor came
loose and got smashed

when somebody
closed the window.

Looks like it's been
like that for a while.

Whoever broke in
had to know.

Ms. Torres,
the Bellamys,
they have kids?

Uh, just Gary.
He live in New Jersey
with his wife.

Grandkids?

No.

They use that room
to interview kids
in custody disputes.

It was Mom's idea,
so the kids don't
feel intimidated.

Why?

Uh, the alarm
was broken on
that window.

We believe that's where
the killer came in.

Damn it. I told
them 50 times
to get it fixed.

How long has it
been broken?

Couple of months.

I told them it was
dangerous but they
never listened.

Gary do you know anybody
who might've wanted
to hurt your parents?

The people who robbed
them, obviously.

We don't think
it's a robbery.

The place wasn't ransacked,
there was nothing missing.

What about your
parents' clients,

any of them make
trouble for them?

They never talked
about their clients.

That whole
privilege thing,

they took that
very seriously.

They'd say a divorce
is a human tragedy,
like a death,

and it deserves
to be treated with
the same respect.

Despite what they say,
there's no such thing
as an amicable divorce.

But the Bellamys were fair
and they never lied to
clients or adversaries.

I'm sure
you're right,

but we know divorce
does not bring out
the best in people.

We need to know who's
been in their home office
the last few months.

People who might have
brought their children
over to be interviewed.

So you're basically
asking to see
their active clients.

We'll start with a list.

Nice try, Detective.

I've been a paralegal
and a hockey mom
for 20 years.

Nobody gets
inside the crease.

All right. We need
to find divorcing
parents with kids.

Kids who'd been
in that room.

Any matrimonial case
involving custody

has to file an RJI
with the court,

it's a Request for
Judicial Intervention.

We need to find the ones
the Bellamys filed.

We call Rubirosa
for a subpoena.

Actually, in law school
that's what they call
"not such a good idea."

What do they call
a better idea?

Cy, I could
lose my job.

Okay. You want
my Con Law outline?

You know you'll
never pass without it.

Bellamy?
That's right.

Frederick and Elizabeth.

I got RJIs filed
on 127 of their custody cases.

Uh, all right.
Can you print
out the names?

Hundred and twenty-seven
sets of parents with kids

who might've been
in that romper room.

Now we just find those
who might have had a beef
against the Bellamys.

Maybe we can get
a jump on it.

Ron, can you check
if any malpractice

or ethics complaints
came out of these?

Most of the complaints
were dismissed or dropped,

but we got one guy
here who looks like
a real head case,

one William Carter.

Liz Bellamy
was representing
Ann Carter.

Yeah, they were fighting
over custody of
their three kids,

two boys and a girl.
We got a video
of the deposition.

Say hello
to Mr. Carter.

... never drunk
in front of my kids!

Mr. Carter,
sit down.

I'll put you on
the freakin' street!

Bill, settle down.

Regarding the custody
preferences of the children,
your daughter Isabelle...

Objection!
Don't answer that.

I haven't posed
a question yet.

You can shove your
questions, lady!

Over my dead body
will you get custody
of my boys!

We're done here!

Can I see the file?

Yeah.

When was that deposition?

Uh, it was September 17th.

Mr. Carter settled
with his wife
two weeks later,

after fighting with
her tooth and nail
for eight months.

His wife might have
had something on him
to get him to back off.

You notice, the moment
Liz Bellamy mentioned
their daughter,

Carter's lawyer
shut things down.

Maybe what got him
to wave the white flag
was his wife

accused him
of molesting
the daughter.

Standard tactic
in divorce cases.

What if there was
something to it?

What if he did
molest his daughter,

and if the Bellamys
were Boy Scouts,
like everyone said,

they might've decided
to do something about it.

Bill and I were together
for a long time,

but in the end
it was no different
from any other divorce.

We fought.
We split up.
That's it.

Except for your husband's
unconditional surrender.

What exactly did you
threaten him with?

Nothing.

He's a decent man.

Ma'am, we saw the video
of the depositions.

Your husband
is a lot of things,

but decent is
not one of them.

What did you
have over him?

Did it have to do
with your daughter?

No.

Your kids,
the little one
is Jake, right?

And the older
one is David.

He's what, 14?

David is 15.

And Isabelle, your daughter,
she's 11. But you don't have
any pictures of her.

I'd like you
to go now.

Cards on the table,
Mrs. Carter.

We think your husband
molested your daughter,

and the Bellamys
knew about it,

and that's why
they're dead.

Bill wouldn't do that.

We need to talk
to your daughter.

She's not here.
We can wait.

No, she's not here,
in this country.

She went back
to Haiti.

Isabelle's adopted?

We wanted another child,
so we got a girl from Haiti.

But the adoption
wasn't final, so
after the divorce...

You sent her back,
to that hellhole?

We didn't have a choice.

Those people over there
demanded she be returned home,
because of the divorce.

We tried,
but we couldn't
keep her.

Isabelle Carter.

Someone else
came in last week
to ask about her.

Let me see.

Fred and Elizabeth Bellamy.

They said that
they were lawyers
for the adoptive family.

They said the girl
had been returned
to Haiti by mistake.

That is a very
serious mistake, no?

It would be.

You don't think
it was a mistake.

We think it was an attempt
to cover up a crime
against the girl.

We found a record
of her arrival
at the airport

in Port-au-Prince
on September 20th.

She was met by someone
who presented credentials
of a Catholic adoption agency.

We have no other record
of her after that.

What, she just
disappeared?

Of course not.

But, uh, we have
not been able to
locate her yet.

I mean, this was all
explained to the family

when we called them
with our findings.

You called who,
the Bellamys?

Uh, no,
the adoptive father.

Bill Carter? You told him
that the Bellamys were
looking for that girl?

This is the record
I have in the file.

Is there something wrong?

The State Department
said they'll pressure
the Haitians

to keep looking
for the girl.

Good luck.
That place could
swallow

this whole squad
without breaking
a sweat.

They're even having
trouble tracking the
adoption agency worker

who picked her up
from the airport.

The only
thing we do know

is Bill Carter
knew the Bellamys
were looking for her.

Yeah, and two days later,
somebody put three.22
caliber slugs into them.

I don't suppose there's
a record Carter ever
owned a.22 handgun.

Sorry, no.
There is a record
that the Bellamys

interviewed
the Carter boys during
the divorce proceedings.

And we can't get near
the kids without their
mother's permission,

and so far she's
not playing ball.

You know, there may
be a way to leverage
her cooperation.

If she blackmailed
her husband with
a molestation charge,

any money she got
in a divorce would be
proceeds of a crime.

Yes, it would.
And we could seize it.

You know, it says here
that most of the settlement,

three hundred grand,
is from a bank loan

co-signed by Eric
and Miriam Johnson.

They're listed
as family friends.

A personal loan
to help Bill Carter.
Nice friends.

Bill told us they needed
the money to finalize
the divorce,

and that was good
enough for us.

The divorce was very
hard on everybody,
on Ann and the kids.

But three hundred grand,
no questions asked?

Sure. I've known
Bill since college.
He'll pay us back.

You know of any problems
that the Carters might
have been having

with their adoptive
daughter Isabelle?

What kind of problems?

That she was being
sexually abused
by Mr. Carter.

No. Not Bill.
That's impossible.

When are we eating?
Um, Patrick's hungry,
me, too.

Soon, honey.
Go do your homework.

You have an adopted
child, too, from Haiti?

Yes. We lived there
for three years,
for my work,

and we adopted
Patrick then.

There was so much
poverty and despair,

we just had
to do something.

You know the Carters
sent Isabelle back to
that poverty and despair.

They told us
they had to.

The adoption
wasn't final.

That's what they said.

You think they lied?

We think
we're not getting
the whole story.

Maybe you could
encourage Mrs. Carter
to speak with us.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

I told you,
the divorce was
hard on everybody,

especially the kids.

David even talked
about suicide.

Where did you hear that?

Our daughter Karen.
They go to school
together.

Now, we talk
to the Carter kid.

What, David?
Mmm-hmm.

Did you find
a magic wand
up there

that gets us around
this gag order?

Close enough.
We can't talk
to David Carter,

the non-emancipated child
of Bill and Ann Carter.
Mmm-hmm.

But we can talk
to David Carter,
the suicidal boy.

I told Karen that, like,
two months ago, okay?

I didn't really mean it.
I'm not going to kill
myself, don't worry.

We're just making
sure you're okay.

You talking to anyone,
like a counselor?

Yeah.
Mmm-hmm. That's good.

Your mom's lawyer,
Mrs. Bellamy,

she talked to
you, too, right?

She interviewed you,
you and your brother?

Yeah.
You remember
where that was?

It was at her place,
some room in
the basement.

It had all these
video games.

Did you notice
something wrong with
one of the windows?

Yeah.

Mrs. Bellamy kept trying
to close one of them,

but there was
this busted wire
in the way.

Funny. Did you mention
that to anybody?

I don't know.
Look, I'm going to
be late for practice.

It's tough about
the divorce,

having that little
girl sent back.

Yeah.

When she was with you,
did she get along
with everybody?

Yeah, sure.

What's the matter,
you didn't like her?

No, she just didn't
speak any English.

So who talked
to Isabelle,
just your parents?

I guess. I mean,
if they had something

really important
to explain to her,

then they would
call Karen's parents

and have their kid
talk to Isabelle
on the phone.

You mean
their adopted
son Patrick?

Yeah, that's what
I just said.

A material witness warrant
for a 13-year-old boy?

The girl might've
told him if she was
being abused.

Look, the parents
are tight with
Bill Carter.

They could
play keep-away.

Have you asked
the Johnsons to
speak to the boy?

No. We could,
but then we'd
run the risk

of having another
child shipped out
of the country.

They're on the hook
for three hundred grand.

If Carter goes to jail,
they're out of luck.

My parents
aren't home yet.

That's okay.
We're here for Patrick.

What do you want
to talk to him for?

Please, tell us
where he is.

Well, you can't come in.
You need a warrant.

I have one,
for Patrick.

He's not here.

Where's his room?

This is his room.

Ah, tight fit.

This stuff
looks brand-new.

Check out this
linoleum, Lupes.

The glue isn't
even fully set.

Paint's fresh, too.

How long's Patrick
been living here
with your family?

Since we moved back
from Haiti, two years.

I'd hate to see what
this broom closet looked like
before the renovation.

So where's Patrick now?

This looks like
Marcus Garvey Park.

Patrick!

Lupes!

Easy, little man!

No!
Please let me go!

Hey!

We're police.
It's cool.

No, please,
I have go back.

Patrick, you're okay.
Nobody's going
to hurt you.

Let me go!

What?

I am a restavek.

He's saying
he's a restavek.

He's a slave.

Say that again?

A restavek, man.

You see? A slave.

Go on, eat.
You're not in any
trouble, Patrick.

You know,
you told the detectives
you were a restavek.

Did I pronounce
that right?

Could you tell me
what it means?

It is nothing.

Why did that man
at the park say

it meant that
you were a slave?

Please, I have to go
home to Mom and Dad.

Detective Lupo
looked it up
on the computer.

"Restavek comes from
the French words
meaning 'to stay with.'

"In Haiti, it's what
they call a child

"who's sold to a family
to work as a servant."

Were you sold to
Mr. And Mrs. Johnson?

Are you a servant,
Patrick?

I am their son.

What about Isabelle,
is she a restavek?

I don't know.

What school do you
go to, Patrick?

I learn at home.

What else do
you do at home,
do you work?

I do...

Chores?

And your fingernails.

How did your fingernails
break and get so dirty?

Is that from chores?

Before they
fixed up your room,

where did you sleep?

Please. Can I go home?

It's good now.
I have my own bed.

It's good. It's new.
Please.

Get Child Services
over here, and then
call the DA,

and let them
know what we got here.

Where's our son?
Where's Patrick?

Our daughter told us
that you came to
the house and...

I'm Lieutenant Van Buren.

Patrick is being
put in the care
of Child Services.

He'll be examined
by a doctor and
a psychologist.

You can't do that.
He's ours.

Yours?

Our legally adopted son.

Well, we have
a material witness
warrant for Patrick.

I suggest you
get yourselves
a lawyer.

My officer will
escort you out.

Bruises on his upper arms,
untreated skin rashes,

calcium, vitamin and
protein deficiencies,
untreated cavities.

It's just what you'd
expect for a neglected,
abused child.

The furniture
in his room

was bought two weeks
ago for cash at a store
in Brooklyn.

CSU found traces
of cat urine under
the linoleum.

He probably shared the
space with the litter box
before they fixed it up.

I want to rip these
people a new one.

Take a number,
Counselor.

All noble sentiments.
What kind of witness
will this boy make?

He's a traumatized kid.
He didn't want to tell us
what happened to him.

Maybe Child Services
will have better luck.

We already have enough
to tell his story.

Four years ago,
the Johnsons
bought him

off the streets
of Haiti.

Yeah, we hear the
going rate was $50.

They used him
as their servant.

When they got
transferred back here,

they phonied up
an adoption to
get him a visa

and brought him back
with their luggage.

What about
the little girl,
Isabelle?

Same story,
more or less.

Johnson probably
helped the Carters
bring her in from Haiti.

My guess is that's
what Mrs. Carter used

to leverage
a divorce settlement
from her husband.

It certainly explains
why Johnson lent Carter
three hundred grand,

to keep Mrs. Carter quiet.

It would also explain why
he'd keep his mouth shut

if he thought Carter
was involved in
the Bellamys' murder.

Give him a reason to talk.

Charge him with
endangering the welfare
of a minor.

An A misdemeanor?
I'm quaking in
my boots, Jack.

Well, unfortunately,
Mike, New York has no
anti-slavery statute.

But we do have
a kidnapping statute.

The boy was adopted
to transport him out
of his native country

and use him as a servant,
an adoption in furtherance
of slavery,

a fraudulent adoption.

That's kidnapping.

I'll start drafting
an arrest warrant.

Hold on. We're not
arresting anyone on a
charge we can't sustain.

Lieutenant, didn't you say
the boy refused to talk?

Give him time.

It's not good enough.

If you want to arrest
Eric and Miriam Johnson
for kidnapping,

convince a grand jury first.

Patrick, please tell us
how you came to live
with Mr. And Mrs. Johnson

in Haiti
when you were
nine years old?

I was living with Maman
and my brothers and sisters
in Fort-Liberté.

When you say Maman,
you mean your
real mother?

Yes.

One day, a man
came to the house.

He gave Maman
some money.

She was crying
very much.

We went in a car
to Port-au-Prince,
to a nice house.

The man told me to go
inside and live with
the white people there

and do what they said.

You mean Mr.
And Mrs. Johnson?

Yes.

And what did they
tell you to do?

Chores and learning,
every day.

What kind of chores?

Cooking. Cleaning.
Washing.

How many hours
each day?

I don't know,
from when I wake up.

And if you didn't
do your chores or you
didn't do them well,

did Mr. Or Mrs. Johnson
hit you or punish you?

No.

They said, "Good boy"
and they give me a candy.

Okay, Patrick,
let's talk about your
life here in America.

You do chores
every day?

No. I play and study.

Patrick, do you
understand you swore
to tell the truth today?

Yes. I tell
you the truth.

Good.

Where do Mr. And Mrs. Johnson
make you sleep at night?

In my room.

It's very big.

I have my own bed.

Really, a big room?

Yes, with big TV
and video games.

I can stay up
all night and play.

And my sister,
Karen, brings me
ice cream and cake.

I have a very happy life.

This is a picture
of your room.

Show me the big TV.

Show me all
the video games.

Why aren't you telling
us the truth, Patrick?

Are you frightened?
Did someone
threaten you?

They know he was lying.

Let's hope
a picture is worth
a thousand words.

Thanks.

It's a notice of intent
from the Johnsons' lawyer.

Miriam Johnson
wants to appear
before the grand jury.

Our three years
in Haiti was the most
eye-opening experience

my husband and I
had ever had.

We had never
seen such chaos,

such indescribable poverty
and casual violence.

We just wanted
to save one child.

Eric paid a fee,
and when they brought
Patrick to our house,

well, there was no
question he'd be part
of our family forever.

Patrick told us that
he has chores to do from
the moment he wakes up.

He has to
tidy his room,

I'm sure that's
what he meant.

He also mentioned
cooking and washing.

He likes to help us
in the kitchen.

He enjoys showing us
how clever he is.

My daughter
has chores, too.

What do you
feed Patrick?

He eats what we eat.

Does anyone else in your
family have protein and
vitamin deficiencies?

No one else in my family
spent the first eight
years of their lives

living in squalor and
eating one meal a day.

Patrick's health was
seriously compromised.

The doctors said
it might take years
for him to catch up.

Doctors here said that?

These were
doctors in Haiti.

What did the
doctors here say,

assuming you even
brought him to
a doctor here?

I'm going to object.
You have no standing
to object.

Her son's doctor visits
are covered by
the patient privilege.

She can't talk
about them.

I'm directing
you to be quiet,
Mr. Marks.

Why does Patrick have
untreated cavities?

He hates going
to the dentist,
he has tantrums.

What about school?
Have you enrolled
him in school?

No, he's too far behind
the children his own age.
I home school him.

But you have a job,
don't you, Mrs. Johnson?

How can you
home school Patrick?

I mostly
work from home.

Then can you explain
why we didn't find
a single schoolbook

in that rat hole
you forced Patrick
to sleep in?

He doesn't keep his
books in that room.

And I resent you
calling his room
a rat hole.

Would you prefer
if I called it a cell?

It was temporary
until we could find a...

Fix up a proper
room for him.

And for your information,
millions of Haitian children

would be thrilled
to have a room like
that to call their own.

Mrs. Johnson...

No, if we had
left Patrick there,

his life expectancy
was 35 years.

Murder is the number
one cause of death
for young men in Haiti.

Do you know that?

That's not relevant
to your treatment
of him in this country.

Not relevant?

We saved his life.

Violence was
all around us.

Kidnappings,
robberies at gunpoint.

My husband had to take
extraordinary measures
to protect us.

Patrick was
safe with us.

Safe from hunger,
safe from living
like a wild animal.

Twenty minutes
it took the grand jury
to no-bill the indictment.

I'm sorry, but better
you find out now that
your case was weak.

If only Patrick
had told the truth.

Put yourself
in his shoes.

As bad as his
life is here,

he might be afraid that
things would be worse
if he was sent back to Haiti.

Hey, looks like
we might get
another crack

at indicting
the Johnsons,
this time for murder.

Miriam Johnson testified
that her husband
took measures

to protect their
family in Haiti.

I tracked down his
colleagues that worked
with him over there.

Two of them told me
that Johnson bought
a.22 cal Ruger.

Same caliber that
killed the Bellamys.

And Carter's motive
to shoot the Bellamys

applies equally
to Johnson.

Well, there's more.

One of these colleagues
tipped me off that

Johnson still maintains
a bank account in Haiti,

and I charmed someone
at the Port-au-Prince
branch

to fax me bank statements
from the past two years.

There have been
16 wire transfers
to that account,

each for $30,000.

Wire transfers from whom?

Various individuals
in the New York area.

It was a legitimate
wire transfer.

We filled out
all the forms.

I don't see what
business it is...

Can't you just
come back tomorrow?

Uh, we just put our
kids to bed upstairs.

Mr. Klassen, maybe you're
not clear on the concept
of a subpoena,

but one way or the other,
you're going to answer
these questions.

Spare me your threats.

The money was for
a start-up in Haiti.

What kind of company?

Software.

Eric Johnson
saw an opportunity.

What was that?

It was probably
just the kids.

I thought you said
the kids were upstairs.

That came from downstairs.

It's the dog,
he doesn't like being
locked up down there.

Oh, you have a dog?

I love dogs.
Can I see your dog?

Basement is down
here, right?

Hey, you just
can't go wherever...

Oh, you invited us in,
sir. Remember?

Hey.

Come here.

Come on, sweetheart.

Come on, it's okay.

We're going to get
you out of here.
It's all right.

Your working
days are over.

Eric arranged it.

We paid him
a finder's fee,
$30,000.

We signed
the adoption papers,

then someone flew
with the kid from Haiti.

We met them
at the airport.

Eric and Miriam Johnson
said that no matter what
the conditions here,

it was a million times
better than what those
kids had to face in Haiti.

Those kids?

How many kids were
they talking about?

They said they'd helped
with a bunch of adoptions.

Take these off me,
right now!

We recovered
16 children
and 14 couples.

Two of the couples
are away on holiday.

We're having
their planes met.

Jack, meet the Johnsons,
Eric and Miriam.

On top of everything else,
they're being charged
with murder.

Let's go say
hi to your friends.

Eight and a half million,

the number of children
sold into slavery
every year.

Well, this plantation
is closed.

Let's get something
straight at the outset.

My clients are
only interested in
a global settlement.

So, until you get
somebody down here from
the US Attorney's office,

we have nothing
to talk about.

I'm prosecuting
a double homicide.

The slavery charges
are for you and the
feds to sort out.

But if you prefer
to fight a war
on two fronts,

then I hope you
have the guts and
the pocketbook for it.

We didn't kill
the Bellamys.

You knew they
were investigating
Isabelle's treatment.

Yes. Bill Carter told us
he got a call from
the Haitian Consulate.

But the Bellamys
couldn't do anything

without violating their
attorney-client privilege.

Ann Carter kept
telling us how
ethical they were.

You of all people
expect us to believe

that you were relying
on someone else's ethics
to stay out of trouble?

Why don't you
cut the sarcasm?

Why don't you tell
your clients to cut
the fairy tales?

They didn't kill
the Bellamys,
they couldn't have.

They were out of town
the night those poor
people were killed.

We were in Connecticut
at Larry Tomlin's place.

We didn't leave their
house in New Haven
till past midnight.

That's plenty of time
to come back to New York.

There was an accident
on the Saw Mill.

We were stuck
for two hours.

We have evidence
you owned a.22 caliber
Ruger pistol.

Where's that gun now?

We can't find it.

We brought it
back with us.

We put it in a shoebox
in our closet

and we haven't looked
at it since.

Until Mr. Marks
told us to get it.

It wasn't there.

The Tomlins confirmed
that the Johnsons left
their house at midnight.

And the Westchester Police,
they confirmed the tie-up
on the Saw Mill.

Back to square one.
Bill Carter.

The police confirmed
that the shell casings
at the murder scene

were from
a.22 caliber Ruger.

It's possible that
the Johnsons' gun ended
up in Bill Carter's hands.

Don't their kids go
to the same school?

It doesn't matter
what I tell you.

You people always
assume the worst

and now my parents
are going to jail.

Karen, if you
really want to
help your parents,

you tell us
what you know
about that gun.

If I tell you,
and you back out,

I'm not going to say
anything at a trial
or anywhere else.

I do not want my mom
to go to jail.

We'll do everything we can.

When I told my parents
that David, David Carter,

was talking about
killing himself,

what I didn't tell them
was that he was over here

and we were
goofing around.

And I told him
that my dad had
a gun in the closet.

David went and found it,

and, like, stuck it
in his mouth

and said he felt
like shooting himself.

I told him to
stop acting stupid

and I made him
put the gun back.

That's it?

He's been back
a couple of times

when my parents
weren't here.

I think he went
in their room.

Okay, so I handled it.

Karen saw me.
But I put it back.

David, I want you
to understand

that if you had the gun
and somebody else
took it from you,

you didn't
commit any crime.

What do you mean
somebody else?

Your dad was
worried those lawyers

were making trouble
because of Isabelle.

Yeah, I know.

Your dad told you?

No. Karen.

She heard her parents
talking about it.

What else did she say?

She said that she was
worried that her parents

were going to get busted
because of Patrick.

You and Karen are
pretty close, right?

We've known each other
since we were little kids.

You talked to her
about the divorce?

Yeah.

You tell her about
the interview with
your mom's lawyer,

in that room
in the basement?

Yeah.

About Mrs. Bellamy
trying to close that window,
you told her about that?

Yeah. What...

Wait, what's
the big deal?

The Friday night
your mom's lawyer
was killed,

you remember what you did?
It was three weeks ago.

Yeah, I had dinner
with my dad.

Did you call Karen
and tell her about it?

Yeah, I texted her
as soon as my dad
dropped me off.

Did she return the favor?

She hit me back
at, like, 2:00 a.m.

We can check his
story by tracking
cell tower signals.

Well, if it's true,
with her parents
in New Haven,

that leaves
Karen Johnson
home alone with a gun.

How about this
for a curveball?

The lab, they examined
the shoebox that
the gun was in.

They found recent
gunshot residue.

Somebody put the gun
back into the shoebox
after they used it.

That would fit.
Hmm.

If we can believe that
she shot the Bellamys,

she put the gun back
so it wouldn't be missed.

Until she got nervous
and got rid of it.

We're putting
a heck of a lot on
a 15-year-old girl.

When you picked
Patrick up in that park,

his hands were filthy,
and he had fresh
dirt under his nails,

like he'd been digging.

Mmm.

Yeah, I noticed
him in here.

I thought he was looking
for something in the dirt.

Right here,
next to that tree.

Say it ain't so.

Someone saw you put
the gun there, Patrick.

The gun has
your fingerprints on it,
little man.

Do you know
what that means?

No more lies, Patrick.

Tell us what happened.

Sister say bad people
want to hurt the family,
put Mom and Dad in jail.

She say no one
will take care of us,

we will be on the
street like beggars.

Karen said this?

What else did she say?

She say I have
to do it.

Do what, Patrick?

Kill them.

She take me
to a house.

She open a window
and we go inside.

She take my hand and
we go up the stairs.

We see a man
and a woman asleep.

She say do it,
and I go in the room.

Did you shoot them, Patrick?

Yes.

All right, kid.
Let's get your stuff.

I can't stay here?
I like it.

I have friends.

I know.

But you're going
to have to come
with us, Patrick.

Go pack your
things in there.

That's not true.

Patrick's confused.
Karen, tell them.

He's lying.

I never told Patrick
to hurt anybody.
He's making it up.

That's enough. This
interview is over.

You have nothing
on her, Mr. Cutter.

Just the imaginings
of a semi-literate
feral child.

Oh, I'd give him
more credit than that.

You can take her
to booking, Detective.

Let's take a walk.
Mom.

No! You can't do that
to my daughter.
I won't allow it!

I won't allow it!

Miss Johnson
is no flight risk.

The People's case
against her rests
almost exclusively

on the word
of a 13-year-old,
Haitian boy.

We have every reason
to believe we will
prevail in any trial.

Your Honor, the defendant's
parents have assets
and contacts overseas,

they have a record
of flouting our laws.

We have no doubt that
they would avail themselves
of those resources

to help their only daughter
escape prosecution.

I agree. The defendant
is remanded to
secure detention.

Next case.

Docket 605651,
People v. Patrick Johnson,

murder in the second degree,
two counts.

I'm going to enter
a plea of not guilty
for you, young man.

That's fine,
Your Honor.

Your Honor,
as with the last
defendant,

the People request remand
to the Department
of Juvenile Justice.

Your Honor,
he's 13 years old.

To talk of him
as a flight risk
is ridiculous.

He was brought
to this country by
his adoptive parents.

Where would he go?

He should be remanded
to his parents who
care deeply for him.

Care deeply?

Your Honor, these
parents are charged

with operating
a slavery ring,

of abusing
and neglecting
this very child.

The child himself
denied any neglect in
his grand jury testimony.

Your Honor, this defendant
is the main witness against
the Johnsons' daughter.

At the very least,
he'll be subjected
to intimidation.

At worst, these people
will ship him back
to his native Haiti,

as happened before
to another child.

Hold on, Mr. Cutter.

Young man.

What do you have to say?

Do you want to be
with your parents?

I want to be free.

You're not
the first defendant
who's told me that.

The defendant
is remanded to
secure detention.

Next case.

Why can't I go home?

Back to the Johnsons,
after what they did to you?

No, to Haiti.

Why can't I go
home to Haiti?

That's good.

I will see Maman.

That's not how it
works, Patrick.

You committed
a very serious crime.

Please.

I'm sorry, Patrick.

Okay, let's go.
On your feet.

I will never be free.

All right,
let's go, single file.