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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?