All language subtitles for Law and order S20E02 - Just a Girl in the World

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.

From the level of decomp,
Chief, it looks like
he's been here for weeks.

Okay, bring him out.

Grab a leg.

Daisy?

Sorry. I was...

I know.
Focus, okay?

On three.
One, two, three.

Damn it!

Take it easy.

This sucks, Colin.
It totally sucks.

Daisy, trust me,
things will work out.

Come on,
let's get this guy
into a nice, warm body bag.

Fiancé says
he was out of town
for the weekend.

He gets back,
the door was unlocked,
he walks in and finds her.

Looks like
we got ourselves
a murder weapon.

Here's the rest
of the matching set.

Whoever turned Broadway
into a pedestrian mall

ought to have
his head examined.

What do we have here?

Female victim.
There's the murder weapon.

Blood pool looks dry,

so time of death was two
or three days ago, at least.

So, Friday?

Yeah, she's got defensive.

Oh, God.

What?

It's Daisy.
It's Daisy Chao.

She's one of mine.

Oh, God.
Excuse me.

You're one of ours
now, Daisy.

I left Friday night,
around 7:00.

Daisy wasn't home yet.

I went to
my parents' place
in the Adirondacks.

You stop for gas
or hit any tolls?

No. I took
the Taconic.

Okay.
We're going to need
to talk to your parents.

They weren't there.
It was just me.

I'm a graphic artist.
The quiet helps me work.

Anybody see you
up there?

How about the house phone,
you use it?

No.

Not even to
call your fiancé?

It sounds like
you're accusing me.

Daisy's wallet was missing.

We're going
to need you to list her
credit cards, her bank cards.

She only had
one credit card,

and a gift card from
Victoria's Secret
I got her.

$200.

We were getting married
next month.

She was going to buy
something special
for our wedding night.

A virus.

The HPV Virus.

It's sexually-transmitted.
It's what causes
cervical cancer.

I see you haven't
been keeping up

with your pap smears
and physicals.

No.

I've been busy with
my work, my family.

Of course.
You have a lot
of responsibilities.

You know,
I don't understand,
Dr. Knight.

I've only been
with this man
for a month.

You were infected
long before that.

There hasn't been
anyone else.

I mean,
not since
my ex-husband.

And that was
five years ago.

Could it...

Yes, you could've been
infected five years ago.

There's a vaccine that
protects against the virus,

but it wasn't
available back then.

Okay.

What now?

Stage-two cancer
responds well
to chemotherapy.

There's a clinic
near your work.

I'll set up
an appointment?

Yep.

That no good
son-of-a-bitch.

I can't believe
he left me with this.

And I've just met

the most wonderful man.

Oh, God,
what's the point?

Anita, it's very common

that the first sign
women get that they
have cervical cancer

is pain during
intercourse.

If it weren't for
meeting this wonderful man,

you might never have known
what you had
until it was too late.

Yep.

Now, will Tuesday afternoon
work for you?

Yeah.

Yeah.

It's a $200 gift card,
bought last Tuesday
by a Jim Anderson

from your store
on the Upper West Side.

Yeah.

M.E. Puts
the time of death

between 8:00 p.m.
And midnight on Friday.

Right.

Okay, thanks.

So, the gift card
was used on Saturday,
to buy a $90 red baby doll.

Mmm, a killer
with a hot date.

Or a fiancé
with a shaky alibi

trying to throw us off
his trail.

There's no activity on
Daisy's bank card,
but get this.

She has a savings account
that she hasn't touched
in almost a year,

but last
Monday afternoon,

there was a withdrawal
from an ATM at a bodega.

Eighteen-hundred bucks.

Hmm.

Monday afternoon,
Daisy would've been at work.

Daisy was in court with me
all day Monday, waiting
to testify.

She ever talk
about problems
with her fiancé?

Just pre-wedding jitters.

She's at work
while Jim's home
by himself all day,

you know, drawing.

Anything beside jitters?

Well, two weeks ago
she brought in
this feminine hygiene wipe,

you know,
like a baby wipe.

She found it in the
wastebasket in her bathroom

when she came home
from work.

She said Jim told her
he'd used it to wipe
some gunk off his hand.

But she thought
he was having company
while she was working?

I told her, "Hey,
it's not for nothing
you work in a crime lab.

"Let's test it."

She said
she'd think about it.

Well, we're going to
need you to
process it as evidence.

How was she on Friday?
Did she talk about Jim?

I heard her arguing
on the phone with him,

something about
missing money.

What time
did she go home?

About 7:30.
She took a livery cab.

Her cell phone records show
she called you five times

between 7:30 and 8:10.

You didn't answer.

I turn my phone off
when I'm driving.
It's not safe.

You know what we think, Jim?

We think you were home,
waiting for her.

Why would I do that?

To settle an argument.

She found the wipe
in the bathroom.

The crime lab has it now.

What do you think
they're going to
find on it?

I don't know.

I loved Daisy.

I swear.

You're just saying that
because you're sorry.

Sorry that you stole
$1,800 from her.

Daisy asked me
to get that money.

She was...
She was stressed out
on the wedding.

She wanted to go
to a day spa.

A spa? Come on, Jim,
don't treat us like
we're fools.

We know you spent
the money on your girl,

the one that wears
the red, size-two
baby doll

that you bought
with the gift card.

No. I did not kill Daisy.

Free advice, Jim.

You better come clean
before we get tired
of your lies.

The Fourth Precinct called.

A young woman just reported
being attacked outside of
her apartment

by an assailant
with a knife.

Okay.

She's Asian,
her attacker was
a livery driver.

Your victim
was driven home
in a livery, right?

I remembered
your case from COMPSTAT.

The profile
seemed to fit.

How's your victim?

Some bruises
and scratches.

Her blouse was torn.

She walked herself
into the precinct,
helped us with a sketch.

Her name's Emma Kim.

I went to see
this band at Gibby's,

to write a review
for a magazine.

When I came out,
I couldn't get a taxi,
so I took this livery cab.

I've only been
in the city six months,

but people told me
they were safe.

The driver asked me
where my family was from,
like, where in Asia.

Then he started saying
how Asian women had
such great skin

and how they treated
their men right.

And that's when
my radar went off.

Your radar?

For guys
with yellow fever.

He pulled up to my building
and I couldn't get out of
the car fast enough.

I was getting my keys
when he grabbed me
from behind.

He said he had a knife and
if I didn't let him in,
he'd kill me.

Then this horn
started honking,

I guess his car was
blocking somebody.

He ran back
and drove away.

Did anything stand out
about the driver?
Scars, tattoos?

I just remember...

I remember he was wearing
these beach sandals,
like Tevas.

We're going to
need you to show us
where this happened.

I'll go. I want you
to get this guy.

A livery driver with
a taste for Asian women.

Our cheating fiancé
just caught himself
a break.

I dropped my keys.

He had me
pinned against the door
when the horn scared him.

I was lucky, right?

Yeah, you were lucky.

Well, we got
two shoe prints here.

They look like
they could be sandals.

I heard them say this
Chinese girl who was killed,

maybe it's
the same guy.

Could be.

You know, this driver,
he knows where you live,

so you might want
to call a friend and
stay there for the night.

I don't know. It's late
and I really don't know
anybody well enough to...

You know what? You could
stay down at our precinct.

We have a bunk room.
You can get some rest.

Really? That's so nice.

The TLC database has over
600 Latino drivers
in their 20s.

We can put out the sketch.

But not until we're sure
the two cases are connected.

There's no evidence
Daisy Chao was
sexually attacked.

The perp didn't have time.

She fought back.
He got angry.

It's Emma.
She's got something
she wants to tell us.

We'll be right back.

Whoa, whoa.
She's here?

She's in the bunk room.
She didn't feel safe
at her place.

She'll call a friend
in the morning.

As long as she doesn't
expect turn-down service.

Let's not make this
a habit.

Right.

I remembered something
about the livery cab.

There was
a sticker on
the back window,

that yellow
cartoon bird?

Tweety Bird?

Yes, Tweety Bird.
Does that help?

Tweety's popular
with the Dominicans.

They put him on
t-shirts, tattoos.
Yes, it helps.

Good.

You've been so cool
about letting me
stay here.

Try and get some rest.

Okay.

I see where
this is going, Lupes.

The next thing you know,
she'll be friending you
on Facebook.

Funny.

She might've
witnessed a robbery.

On Friday,
somebody saw her

getting into a town car
with a Tweety Bird decal.

Dispatcher said
you had a drop-off in that
same area around that time.

Yeah. I dropped her off
on Rivington.

I helped her inside
with her bag.

That's nice of you.

You know
her apartment number?

No. I didn't go
to her apartment.

What about this girl?
She ever been
in your car?

I thought
this was about a robbery.

It's about whatever
we want, Mr. Maldonado.

Now, has this girl
ever been inside
your car?

No.

We'll see about that.

We're impounding
your vehicle
for unpaid tickets.

You know what?
We're impounding
your sandals, too.

Sandal prints are the same
make as our suspect's,
but they're partials,

so Forensics can't
match the wear pattern.

Then you're
going to love this.

I found a trace
of Daisy's blood
in the livery cab,

on the carpet
near the brake pedal.

You're right. We love it.

It can't be her blood.

I never even
went into her apartment.

Science doesn't lie, Nestor.

She told me her boyfriend
wasn't home.

I helped her
carry her stuff
to the elevator.

That's it.

Well, we know you like
Asian women. Who doesn't?

They're easy on the eyes,
they've nice skin,
right, Nestor?

Sure, whatever you say.

No, no, no.
It's what you say.

We know you think
they have nice skin.

I never said that.

Yes, you did.

You told that girl that,

right before
you grabbed her
and tried to rape her.

I have a family in
the Dominican Republic.

A wife and a little boy!

I never seen this girl!

She described you, Nestor,
down to Tweety Bird
and your Tevas.

You're trying
to jack me up on
something I didn't do.

I want a lawyer, now!

Just remember,
they can't see you and
they don't know your name.

All right?

Just let us know
if you recognize anyone.

What's taking so long,
Ms. Kim?

That'll be enough,
Mr. Marquez.

Number two.
He's number two.

That's the man
who attacked me.

We going to need you
to sign this affidavit.

I didn't realize
how scary that would be.

You did a good thing,
getting that guy
off the street.

I haven't been home yet.
I'm still a little spooked.

I hate to ask, but can I
get an officer to take me?

Well, we can take you.
Right?

You guys are great.

Sign there. Lupes.

Excuse me.

What's this?
Lupo Dial-a-ride.

What's the big deal?

Other than the fact
that it's 90 blocks
in the wrong direction?

I've got plans.

And you know what else?

I don't think
she's going to mind.

When I was over there,
I listened to
all kinds of music.

Algerian Rai,
Gnawa in Morocco.

Yeah. It took a while
for my ears to
get in tune with it.

But I remember being
in this hole in the wall
outside Marrakesh,

and they were
playing Gnawa,

well, African hip-hop.

And I was singing
and dancing and drinking,

and next thing I knew,
I was entered in
a sheep-shearing contest.

You mean, like,
with a real sheep?

Yeah.
I couldn't back down,
you know?

I did pretty good, though.
I came in fourth.

You make it easy.

Make what easy?

A part of you
is still out there,

in all those places
you've been.

You've never
really come home.

Would it be against the rules
if you stayed with me while
I made a pot of tea?

Same clothes
as yesterday?

You should
be a detective.

You got to be kidding me.

Are you purposely trying
to mess up this case?

There were six men.

I recognized number two
as the one who attacked me.

Do you see him
in this courtroom?

That's him,
right there.

The line-up
was less than 24 hours
after you'd been attacked.

I'm sure you didn't
get much sleep.

I got enough.

You weren't feeling
weak or sick?

I have chronic kidney disease
but I take medication
and I'm fine.

But right before you
picked out my client,

you grabbed hold of
Detective Lupo's hand.

Why did you do that?

I was nervous.

You held his hand
right through your
identification of my client.

Maybe.
I don't know.

Did Detective Lupo
squeeze your hand?

I don't remember.

Maybe he squeezed it twice,
to tell you who to identify?

No. He wouldn't do that.
He's honest.

You seem
pretty sure of that.

I can tell.
I know him.

I've heard enough.
Witness is dismissed.

I'm granting
the Defense motion.

Your Honor...

I can't abide
physical contact between
a detective and a witness

during a line-up.

I'm suppressing
the identification.

Lupo...
I gotta go.

It's like
he totally called me a liar!

And the judge
let him get away with it!

Don't take it personally.

Anyway, we have other
evidence against Maldonado.

I'm just worried.

They'll let him out
and he'll...

Hey, hey,
he's not going anywhere.

Okay? Believe me.

What's the matter?
Don't you want to?

It's not that.
I have to be up
really early...

I'll get you up early.

Maybe you think
I'm a delicate thing
because of my kidney disease

and you might break me
or something?

For your information,
I take good care
of myself.

I take my meds
when I can afford them,

because Jam, the stupid
magazine I write for,

doesn't pay any benefits.

I'll go wash up.

Okay.

You know what, if you need
help with your meds,
you let me know, okay?

I'm so tired.

You mind if we just
hold each other tonight?

Same model, same size,
same everything

as the one bought
with the gift card.

Yeah, well, you know,
you've got to figure

they've sold thousands
of size two red
baby dolls.

That's the thing,
they haven't.

That style's
only a few weeks old.

Her story's just
not sitting right.

Except that
Daisy Chao's blood was
found in Maldonado's car.

What's not
sitting right

is you feeling guilty
for getting mixed up
with this girl.

Okay, do me a favor, Dr. Phil,
and don't lecture me.

Look, you're not getting
a pass on this, man.

If this case goes south
because of this,

it falls on
you and me both.

Well, I'm sure
your buddies at IAA
can cover your butt.

You...

You see
The Defiant Ones?

Tony Curtis
and Sidney Poitier?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, we are
chained in this
together, partner.

When you cross that line,
you bring me with you.

Now you may not
have anybody depending
on you anymore, but I do.

Not only do I need this job,
I like this job.

And you cannot
mess that up for me!

Have a seat.

We rode you pretty hard.

Now we just want to
take the opportunity
to clear the air.

You were just
doing your job.

Yeah, we came across
some of your illustrations
in this music magazine, Jam.

They said you do
a lot of work for them.

You talked to them?

Wow, look who else
works for Jam.
Emma Kim.

She wrote
this music review.

Remember that
advice I gave you,
about coming clean?

This is your last chance
to take it.

We talked
to the people
at the magazine,

and they said they saw you
flirting with Emma.

She was flirting with me!

So Daisy was right.
You were cheating.

I was only with Emma
a couple of times.

And then one day
she starts telling me
about her kidney disease.

She's crying, saying
she can't afford the meds,
so I gave her some money.

The money from
Daisy's account?

Yeah.

And then Daisy and I,
we had this big fight,
Friday morning,

I told her about Emma.

You told her
you were cheating?

No. I told her
about Emma being sick and
about giving her the money.

And then I told Emma that
she was going to have to
pay it back

and then I went upstate
just to get away from
the whole mess.

Emma warned me
not to say anything
about her or the money.

She told me
don't worry about it,

she'd get you guys
off my case.

How was she
going to do that?

She didn't say.

You suspect
these criminal
masterminds of murder

because Emma
has a nightie

that might've been bought
with that missing gift card?

All right,
I'll go with it.

Book Mr. Anderson on larceny
and obstruction, for now.

Where's the nightie?

It's in Emma's apartment,
in a bathroom closet.

How do you know
it's there?

I saw it.

You were in her apartment?

Yeah. She invited me in.

Invited you in, for what?

For tea.

Detective Bernard. Out.

It's white tea,
from Yunnan.

Thanks.

You're so quiet tonight.

Is there something
you want to tell me?

It's not what you think.

I got suspended today.

My lieutenant found
out about you and me.

Oh, Cyrus,
I never meant
for that to happen.

It's probably for the best.

I've been thinking
about what you said.

You're right.
I've never really come home.

You know, maybe I'm
better off out there,

working overseas,
moving around.

It'd be
a lot more fun
if I had company.

There's nothing
tying you down here.

Cyrus, are you sure?

Yeah.

I don't care what
they're saying
about you.

What do you mean?
What are they saying
about me?

Oh, they found out that
you and Daisy Chao's fiancé

work at the same magazine.
Jim Anderson?

I told them it was a fluke,
but they're trying to make
something out of it.

It is a fluke,
isn't it?

Yes, of course.

Emma, if there's something,

now's the time to tell me,
because I can still
fix things.

I already
told you the truth.

It's that driver.
Why are you being like this?

Because this
Anderson guy's been talking,
saying he's given you money...

Cyrus...

He's saying you
have this red nightie
from Victoria's Secret.

Cyrus, I've never
been with him.

I don't care about that, Emma.

I want to protect you.

Do you have a red nightie?

Yes.

I got it awhile ago, for
when I met someone special.

I thought I did.

You're not
telling me everything.

I don't know
how you expect me
to be there for you.

She's not going for it.

You don't really
want to be there
for me.

You're just trying to
get out of it.

Is it because I'm sick,
you think I'll drag you down?

Why don't you just
come out and say that?

Police. Open up.

Emma Kim,
we have a warrant for
your arrest for obstruction.

Hook her up.

Everything goes.
Clothes, shoes,
the works.

The nightie's in the back,
second shelf.

Price tag from
Victoria's Secret
for a nightie.

Inventory number matches
the one bought with the
gift card.

You think you know.
But you don't.

You really know how
to pick them, Detective.

I don't need
any special deals.
I'll tell you everything.

I met Jim Anderson
at the magazine.

He was nice to me,
especially after he
found out I was sick.

I made it real clear
that I wouldn't get
involved with him.

So you're saying
you never slept
with him?

That's right.

When Jim found out I had
medical bills I couldn't pay,

he insisted on
giving me money.

I took his money,

but I told him
I wouldn't sleep with him
as long as he was engaged.

He told me he was
going to break up
with Daisy.

After she died,
he was scared.

He thought he was
going to get arrested.

He begged me to make up
that story about that driver.

Jim told me
what he looked like,
about the decal.

So you agreed to
commit a felony
for him?

I felt I owed him.

I never imagined
he killed her.

Jim said they had an affair
and it was her idea to lie
about the driver.

Emma says it was his idea
and they weren't having
an affair.

There's no forensics
implicating either one
in the murder.

Fantastic.

I can see
Jim's motive to
kill his fiancé,

but I don't see
Emma's motive.

All of this would be
a lot simpler

if Detective Lupo hadn't
jumped into the sack
with Ms. Kim.

Your bigger problem
is the blood evidence
implicating the driver.

Start by sorting
that out, like, now.

Specimen 49
from Maldonado's car
is Daisy Chao's blood.

You stand by that?

Absolutely. Why?

The woman who said
he attacked her
admitted she lied.

Now the fiancé is
the prime suspect.

You were close
to Daisy Chao, right?

Yeah. She was
like a kid sister.

So, you'd be willing to go
the extra mile to make sure
her killer got convicted.

Mr. Burke,
if we go to trial
with this blood evidence,

under the recent
Melendez ruling,

we'd have to put you
on the stand,

subject to
a prison sentence
if you committed perjury.

I took a blood sample
from the murder scene

and said it came
from Maldonado's car.

So there's no actual evidence
he was ever in Daisy Chao's
apartment.

Mr. Burke, I suggest
you get a lawyer.

You told the police that Daisy
found a feminine hygiene wipe
in her trash.

Right.

And you have DNA
from Emma Kim?

Yes, we took it for
elimination purposes.

Why?

She's not going to
go to the Chief of D's,

but no overtime for
six months.

And I'm in the bag
for every parade from
Halloween to Memorial Day.

Yeah, well,
Forensics retested the
wipe from Daisy's trash.

It tested positive
for Emma Kim's DNA.

And Jim Anderson's semen.

The two were
hooking up after all.

The girl's
a stone-cold liar.

It still doesn't take
Anderson off the hook
for the murder.

Read the fine print.

Emma's DNA,

it tested
negative for the gene
for chronic kidney disease.

She conned Anderson
out of that money.

Yeah.

Conned him like a pro.

Yeah, that's her.
Emily Quan.

I met her in a club
off Harvard Square.

She told me she
wrote music reviews.

Your police report said
she took you for $17,000.

Yeah, well, she told me
she had a heart arrhythmia.

She couldn't afford
the operation to fix it.

So, yeah, I gave her money
for tests, meds, the whole
nine yards.

Then I come to find out
she was running the
same scam

on some guy
over in Somerville.

It's funny.
What is?

When we first met,
she told me that
I made it easy.

I thought she meant,
easy to fall for me.

Now I know she meant
easy to con me.

Actually I got a call
a couple of weeks ago
about Emily,

from some woman.

The message said that
she was a police technician,
Daisy something.

Daisy Chao?
Yes.

I called her back on Monday,
but her extension
had been disconnected.

There are wants in
a half-dozen cities

for a girl matching
Emma's description
and MO.

It looks as if
Daisy was on to her.

Which gives Emma
a pretty good motive
to get rid of her.

Emma knew Daisy was
on the warpath
about the money,

so she goes over there
and she waits for her.

Emma knew what
Maldonado looked like

because she saw him
drop Daisy off at home.

Mmm-hmm. Emma follows
Daisy upstairs, they
get into it.

Daisy threatens
to have her arrested.

Emma kills her.

Let's release Maldonado
and bump up the charges
against Emma Kim to murder.

And, Detective,
your partner will handle
all the police testimony.

I'm sure
you understand.

You're breaking
my heart.

The Defense is ready
for trial, Your Honor.

But I don't see
Detective Lupo on
the People's witness list.

His partner
will be testifying.

Detective Lupo discovered
the evidence that led to
my client's arrest.

Under Melendez-Diaz
v. Massachusetts,

the defendant has a right to
confront the person who
handled the evidence.

I'm not sure
that applies here.

You have a daughter
my age, Judge.

Wouldn't you want her
to have a fair trial?

Let your lawyer
speak for you, Ms. Kim.

Why aren't you calling
Detective Lupo?

He was sleeping
with my client.

Before she was
a suspect.

Nice try, Cutter.

I'm going to apply
Melendez here.

You want your
physical evidence,

the dirty laundry
comes with it.

I discovered
a red, baby doll nightgown
in the defendant's bathroom

that matched
the one bought with
the stolen gift card.

I later recovered
a price tag from
her closet

with an inventory number
matching the purchased item.

Finally, Detective,
in the course of
your investigation,

did you engage in
a personal relationship
with Ms. Kim?

We had a brief
intimate relationship,
which I ended

when I began to suspect
her involvement
in Daisy Chao's murder.

Getting personally
involved with her was
a mistake I deeply regret.

Before you arrested
my client for this murder,

you had another
suspect in custody,
a livery cab driver?

Yes, and he was arrested
based on your client's
false accusation.

But you had blood evidence
linking this driver to the
crime scene.

Which turned out
to be fabricated.

Fabricated by whom?

A medico-legal
investigator.

I see.

The New York City
Police Department framed
an innocent man.

And when that case
fell apart,

you went looking for another
poor sap to take his place,
isn't that right?

No, that's not right.

Isn't that why you
seduced my client?

No. And I wouldn't
say I seduced her. I...

She invited me
into her apartment.

You volunteered
to walk her home.

You took advantage
of her naiveté to gain
access to her apartment.

I would not call
Ms. Kim naive.

The only way to gain access
was to trick her into
inviting you in?

No. Why would
I want to trick her?

To plant evidence?

Isn't that what you did?
You planted that sales tag.

No.

You already admitted
violating your oath
as a police officer,

you admitted to
sleeping with my client.

Why should we believe you?

There's no reason
you should trust me.

I broke my bond
with the people
I'm sworn to protect.

I'm telling the truth
here today.

If you don't believe me,
it's my own damn fault.

Detective Lupo told me
he knew I lied about being
attacked by the driver.

He said
he'd get me in trouble
unless I slept with him.

He said he was
a New York City Detective,

and he could do
anything he wanted

and if I reported him,
no one would believe me.

So I did what he wanted.

I had no choice.

After he extorted
sex from you,
what happened next?

He kept coming back.

I felt sick.

I told him
I wouldn't do it anymore.

He got angry.

Then one night, he tried to
get me to say these things
to incriminate myself.

He said he wanted to
run away with me,
all these lies.

Then he planted
that price tag and
now I'm accused of murder.

He even turned Jim
against me.

All these men,
trying to punish me because
I won't give myself to them.

Thank you, Emma.

Well, Little Orphan Annie
has nothing on you, Ms. Kim.

Objection.
Withdrawn.

Now, Ms. Kim,
you testified under oath
at a hearing

that Detective Lupo
was honest.

You said, "I can tell.
I know him."

I said it because
I was afraid of him.

So you were lying
under oath, correct?

It wasn't
the actual truth.

Well, you also testified
that you had
chronic kidney disease.

Was that
the actual truth?

I was given
that diagnosis
at a clinic.

But according to
the DNA evidence
presented earlier,

the actual truth is that
you don't have this disease.

I wasn't given a DNA test
at the clinic.

I can't afford
expensive tests
and fancy doctors.

We heard testimony
from Josh Barton

that you told him
you had a heart condition.

Oh, he's just angry
I broke up with him.

According to these
police complaints,

you told Alex Donahue
of Portland, Maine,

that you had
a rare liver disease.

Maxwell Feld of Atlanta,
it was chronic anemia.

Which is it, Ms. Kim?
Kidneys, heart, liver, blood?

Or is it all
just a pack of lies?

Why are you letting him
do this, Robert?

You said
you'd help me.

Excuse me?

You promised me.

You said if I spent
the weekend with you
on your sailboat

after the trial,
you would help me.
You gave me your word!

Counsel in chambers!

I swear, Judge,
I had no idea she was
going to do that.

I'm declaring a mistrial.

So that
she can do the same thing
to the judge at her re-trial?

Your Honor, you'd be
rewarding her bad behavior.

You want to continue?
Yes.

If even one juror believes
her outrageous accusations,
it could hang the jury.

I'll take that chance.

All right.

Let's get on with it.

I hope you know
what you're doing.

I couldn't get you
a mistrial. I'm sorry.

Let's try harder.

All rise.

The witness's
last remarks are
stricken as not responsive.

Young lady,
I remind you that
you are still under oath.

Proceed, Mr. Cutter.

Emma,

has any officer of this court
made promises to you
in return for sexual favors?

Objection, Your Honor.

Overruled.

Answer his question.

Yes.

The Judge did.
He forced me to have sex
with him in his chambers.

Do you remember
what day that was?

Not exactly.
It was a few weeks ago.

You were held without bail,

so there's a record
of every time you were
transported to the courthouse.

I'm sure the Judge
made sure there was
no record of my visit.

You're saying he got
the prison officials
to conspire with him?

Well, he's a judge.
He can do that.

And not just
the prison officials,

but the officers
who drove the prison van,
the guards, the judge's clerk.

Judge Maxen got them all
to help spirit you into
his chambers?

Why not?
He wanted me.

When men want,
they do anything.

They do anything.

Like Jim Anderson
cheating on his fiancé?

Yes, like him.

Or Detective Lupo
breaking his oath?

Yes.

And Josh Barton,
Alex Donahue,
giving you money,

because men are
only after one thing,
isn't that right?

Yes. It's true.

And that makes them
fair game.

To make them pay,
right, Emma?

My mother always told me,
if they want milk,
they have to buy the cow.

Make them pay,
even if you have to lie.

Lie? What?

That's what Daisy Chao
discovered about you,
isn't it?

Wait.
And you made her pay.

Is there something
you want to say, Emma?

You were
going to help me.

This isn't helping me.

I was going to help you?

You said.

Why would I help you?

Because you want it.

You want this.

Don't walk away.
You can have it.

Just help me.

I'm sick and weak.

Please, just help me.

Won't anybody help me?

Won't anyone help me?

On the sole count of
Murder in the Second Degree,

how do you find?

We find Emma Kim guilty.

Can you loosen this...
They are kind of tight.

Sure.

So, where are you from?