All language subtitles for Law and order S20E13 - Steel-Eyed Death

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.

Did you see
that nose stud?

Mmm-hmm.

I mean, what happens
when you sneeze?

I don't understand how they
can walk around like that.

What now?

Zoe?

Zoe.

Whatever it is you're
doing in there, stop it.
It's time to go to sleep.

Down the hallway
to the left.

Mr. Morgan's down here.

Lupes.

That's all of them.

Hey,

voucher this bag,
then she's all yours.

Hey, shoot this joint
before you bag it.

Well, well, well.

Looks like our Morgan
girl was partying
with a friend.

One joint, two bottles.
One with lipstick,
one without.

Well, there's five plates
and five glasses.

I'm guessing the friend
was here for dinner.

Yeah. Maybe the type
to eat, kill, and run.

So, the dinner guest
might've been the
daughter's boyfriend.

The people downstairs
never saw them
with anybody.

They say the Morgans
kept a pretty tight
leash on their kids.

Except for the reefer
and the malt liquor.

Yeah, and the tramp stamp
on the girl's back.

Looks like a work
in progress.

An angel.

Yeah. Where the parents
would never see it.

Well, find out
who was seeing it.

Oh, and by the way,
without the beards,

you guys look
five years younger.

Which makes
you about 12.

Black lipstick,
black nail polish,

spiked neck collar.

Being Goth never
killed anybody.

Condoms on the inside,
and this on the outside.

Ah, a bartender, every
parent's nightmare.

Yeah, a building site
in the background.
Hardy Construction.

I saw it on the news.
I, uh, just can't get
my head around it.

It didn't occur to you to
tell the police you were
the victim's boyfriend?

Was I supposed to do that?
We weren't that tight.

Where were you
last night?

I was right here.
We close at 4:00.

All right, so if we check
Zoe's phone records,
we going to find any calls

or texts from you?

We were supposed
to meet here,
and she blew me off.

I wasn't too happy about it.

She tell you why
she stood you up?

She said she had to
take care of some chick
she met at a club.

Did you know this girl?

No. But I guess that her
and Zoe were pretty tight.

They, uh...
They got inked together.

No kidding.
The tattoo parlor,
your recommendation, yeah?

Yeah, I worked on her.
She said she was
a friend of Tommy's.

We're gonna need the name
and a description of
the girl she was with.

She's hard to miss. Uh, she
had a green jacket and dark
hair, with racing stripes.

The tattoo you did,
this it?

This isn't representative
of my work. They wouldn't
let me finish.

What would this
look like finished?

A devil stabbing
an angel?

It's their own design.
They brought it in.

Why wouldn't they
let you finish it?

The one in the green
jacket was worried
about missing some curfew.

She said a guard wouldn't
let her in past 11:00.

This blood stain,
whose is it?

The friend, the green jacket.
It got on there when
I was inking her.

Hey. The blood
from the sketch

matched an unidentified
blood swab
from Zoe's bedroom.

So, her friend was there.

Yeah. As a witness,
or an accomplice.

A girl with an 11:00 p.m.
Curfew and a security guard.

You think a halfway house
or a shelter for runaways?

No, I think we're going
to be ringing
a lot of doorbells.

Yeah. Oh, B,
is this tie on straight?

I mean...

You going to
your first communion?

You heard the Lou.
I'm just trying to be
more professional.

Well, you look sharp,
Lupes. Now, can we go?

This girl's Bonnie Jones.
She stayed with us
for three weeks.

I have a picture
we took of her for an ID.

The other girl I saw
a few times out front
with Bonnie.

Okay. You know where
we can find Bonnie?

No. She left about
a week ago.

Why do you need
to talk to her?

Uh, this girl, Zoe Morgan,
her and her family
were killed last Tuesday.

Bonnie might know
something about it.

Damn.

Any idea why Bonnie
left the shelter?

Not sure. The day before,
she got into a fight with
this pimp out front.

His name's Freddie.
Bonnie said he stole
her pink backpack.

Freddie ran off before
I could call the cops.

Freddie tracked her down
to the Morgans. If we wanted
to find Freddie?

The beat cops have
run him off the block
a few times.

I'm sure they'd
have his information.

Freddie, it's me,
the super, Achmed.

I told you, he's away on
a vacation or something. I...

You smelling that?
Yeah. Decomp.

Hello?

You never noticed that smell?

I got allergies.

I'm covered. Stay here.

Wow.

Well, to quote Curtis
Mayfield, "Freddie's dead."

At least a week, which takes
him out of the running for
killing the Morgan family.

Whoever killed them
probably killed Freddie.
Check that out.

A knife in the neck.
A killer who
signs his work.

Nothing from
the canvass. You?

There's eight kinds
of nasty down here,
but I got something.

Could be Bonnie's backpack.

Brush, dark hair, smokes.

Bonnie in better days.

Two ticket stubs to
the Horrorcore Fest
at the Red Bar.

The show was the night
before Bonnie had
her fight with Freddie.

Sorry, man. Juggalos
all look alike to me.

Juggalos?

That's what those horrorcore
rap psychos call themselves.

They put on clown makeup,
dye their hair.
They're freaks, man.

That's a matter
of opinion, yeah?

Oh, a matter of fact.
Their music's all about
how much they hate everybody

and what they're
going to do about it.

Their promoter left these.
Help yourself to
a horrorcore CD.

This is one of the rappers
from the show.

You cater to this crowd?

No, they're not that popular.
I book the acts a few times
a year.

So, where do the Juggalos
hang out?

In front of their computers.
They're losers.

New barback.

If our killer was
looking for inspiration,
this'd be the place.

Right down to
his signature move.

The band's website
doesn't give a clue

what this knife-in-neck
thing's about.

Well, kids tend to brag
about their crimes. Check
with the message board.

There's a lot of messages
to the band.

Search "knife in neck."

One hit. It's a link.

"TheRealGore.com.
Photos of the grotesque
for the disturbed."

That's nice, they give you
a choice. You can choose
car accidents,

suicides, decapitations...

"Knife In The Neck."

That's
our victim, Don Morgan.

Our photo has footprints
that theirs doesn't have.

Their picture was taken
before the police got there,
by the perp.

It was posted by CrazyJ.

Finding CrazyJ is not
going to be so easy.

He uses proxies to
hide his IP address.

And he's been busy trading
blood-and-guts photos
with other people online.

Porno I get,
but this stuff?

I used to know a couple of
A.D.A.'s who'd swap Polaroids
of crime scenes.

The bloodier the better.

When we were kids, my brother
and I used to collect
Civil War bubble gum cards.

Bodies blown to bits,
bellies gutted by bayonets,
all in full color.

We loved 'em.

I found messages
from CrazyJ on an anime
and comic book site.

He's a big fan of
graphic novels.

Yeah? Which ones?

Take a look.
His top ten of all time.

Gore House Mysteries?
It's okay. I wouldn't
put it on my top ten.

Shrieking Lunatic is
pretty good. He posted some
of his artwork. Click that.

Looks familiar.

An artist who draws
from reality.

And he's working on another
one called Black Madonna.

"With red and white
dreadlocks spread around
her head like a halo."

What are you doing here?

Have you heard from Bonnie?

No. Can't we do this tomorrow?

We believe she's hooked up
with a very dangerous
individual.

Is there some problem here?

They're looking for Bonnie.

Whose green jacket's that?
It's Bonnie's, isn't it?
She's here.

She says you've been
harassing her.

Hey. Okay, I'm on it.

Yeah. You've got to
let me in, right now.
Please.

Where is she?
Playing with Sasha.

Bonnie?

It's okay. It's okay.
Just relax.

Bonnie, put the
knife down. Let her go.

Oh, my God.

Bonnie, let her go.

It's going
to be all right.

It's okay. Just
put the knife down.

Come on.

Sasha!

Kill me,
or I will kill myself.

It's going to snow tonight.
You can smell it in the air.

I remember when I was a kid,
how I would look out the
window before I went to bed,

waiting for the snow,
hoping for a snow day.

And then I'd hear the snow
falling on the window
while I fell asleep,

and I'd wake up,
and the whole world

would be clean and white.

Okay. Good girl. Stand up.

"Justin Sachs, 19."
This address still good?

I bet you didn't think
a big man like me could bust
a move like that, did you?

Go screw yourself, okay!
Screw the police,

screw the Morgans,
screw all 53 states!

We're going to need
an address. Like, where you
lived before the shelter.

Do your parents know
you're in New York?

I'm not sure.

We can call them
for you, let them
know you're in trouble.

It must be tough
living in a shelter.

It's not so bad.

But better
than home, right?

I don't know, I guess.

Was Justin taking
care of you?

Yeah, but not how you think.

You mean he protected you
from people like Freddie?

I don't want to
talk about that.

Maybe you don't
understand the situation.

You're about to be charged
with five murders.

You don't want to get
your parents involved,
we can understand that.

But you need to explain
yourself, Bonnie.
The longer you wait...

My name's not Bonnie.

Okay. What is your name?

I don't know. I don't...

I don't remember.
I can't remember
who I am or where I'm from.

Please, help me. I can't
remember anything.

My real name's not Bonnie.
That's what Justin called me.

How did you meet Justin?

I was in Times Square, and
this creep Freddie wanted me
to come stay with him,

and Justin scared him away,
and told me that Freddie
was a pimp.

Okay. What did you
do after that?

Justin bought me a pizza,
and then he took me
to the shelter,

and he told me that
I'd be safe there.

What else did you do
with Justin?

Uh, we went to see a lot of
these horrorcore bands.

We listened to a lot
of that music.

Do you remember
how you got to New York?

On a bus, but I don't know
where it came from.

Your parents, are they alive?

I don't know.
I can't even picture them.

You know, Bonnie, the police
put your photograph
on the Internet,

in case anybody might
recognize you.
Is that okay with you?

I mean, yeah,
isn't it good if
somebody recognizes me?

You had this photograph
with you.

I found it in my backpack.
I think it might be me,
but I'm not sure.

Do you remember
playing in the snow?

No.

Can you help me
remember who I am?

Well, that's not why
I'm here, Bonnie. I'm not
here to help you remember.

You disappointed,
angry? Hmm?

Here, slap me in the face.

Go ahead. Take it out
on me. It's okay.

No.

Why not? Are you afraid?

No. I... I don't want to
hurt you. That's wrong.

Whatever else is ailing her,
it hasn't affected her sense
of right and wrong.

Good enough for me.

Not for me.
What about her amnesia?

Global dissociative amnesia,
which she's claiming to have,
is beyond rare.

And there's usually
some FUBAR brain injury
to explain it,

which I didn't
detect in this girl.

So, her claim is a crock.
She's acting.

Absent a medical history
and a full neurological
workup, yeah, it's a crock.

But I could be wrong.

Ain't science grand.

What about Justin's
influence over her?

I mean he saved her
from a pimp, gave her
food and shelter.

She needed his approval to
survive, no doubt. She had
to like what he liked.

Horrorcore music
and violence.

Well, if we're all agreed
she's competent to stand
trial, we'll move ahead

With the Morgan
homicides first.

The police have
Bonnie's parents.

This is what your daughter
looked like when
she was arrested.

Oh, my God, Amanda.
Is she all right?

She was
examined by a doctor.
She's in good physical health.

What was Amanda arrested for?

She's charged as
an accomplice
in five murders.

Oh, God.
That's impossible.

When was the last time
you heard from your daughter?

Forty-one days ago. She left
home for choir practice,
and she just disappeared.

Then my sister saw her
picture on the Internet.

Look at her. Amanda would
never hurt anybody.

She sings in the
Minneapolis Children's Choir,
she tutors poor kids.

We'd like to see her
as soon as possible.
Does she have a lawyer?

A legal aid lawyer
was appointed.

Well, I think
we can do better than that.

Mr. Evans, you should
know that she's claiming
to have amnesia.

She even told a court
psychiatrist that she doesn't
remember her parents.

Claiming? Why do you think
she disappeared in the first
place? Come on, Darlene.

Amanda, it's Mom.

Amanda, we're
your parents.

We found you.
Oh, thank God
we found you.

Amanda? That's my name?

Amanda Evans.
You're our baby girl.

Look. This is you.
This is last winter.

You had such
beautiful hair.

You're safe now, Amanda.
We'll take care of you.

Okay. Show's over.
I'd like some privacy with
my client and her parents.

I think the show's
just starting.

Last spring, Amanda wiped out
on a bike trail and was
knocked unconscious.

They said it was
only a concussion,

but she started
having episodes where
she'd get disoriented.

Can you give us
some examples?

She left for school one day,

and the police found her
wandering around
a parking lot

five miles away.
She couldn't remember
how she got there.

Has she received any medical
care for this problem?

Her doctor thinks there's
brain injury, but Amanda's
MRIs were normal.

I know she's in there
somewhere. We're sorry for
the families of the victims.

But the real Amanda could
never have done this.

What parking lot
was Amanda found in?

The Southdale
Shopping Center.

A shopping mall. Isn't it
possible she just ditched
school to go to the mall?

The police said
she was disoriented.

When she left home
the day she disappeared,
how did she seem to you?

She seemed fine,
or else we wouldn't have
let her leave home.

We have a report here that
says that she went to an ATM

and emptied her bank
account of $130.

Do you know if she did
that before or after
she was struck with amnesia?

Well, how do I know?

Before or after she bought a
bus ticket to New York City?

Please, Mr. Cutter.
There's something wrong
with my daughter. I know it.

We have proof
of a head injury,

of her disorientation,
of memory loss.

All before her arrival
in New York. And there's
no dispute that she remembers

her adventures
with Justin Sachs.

Which is irrelevant to
the fact that she has
no memory of who she is.

She remembers her values.

She can tell
right from wrong.

And that's more relevant
here than the details
of her identity.

All right, all right.

I need a few days
to rule on her
fitness for trial.

But given the subjective
nature of her psych
evaluations, I'm inclined to

err on the side of
caution here.

Caution! There's never been
a case in New York of a
defendant being found unfit

based solely on amnesia.

Forget the girl, start
thinking about Justin Sachs.

That's no slam dunk.
The hatchet was cleaned
with bleach.

We can't tie him to
the murder scenes.

Well, we have his drawings
of the murders.

You're kidding, right?
You'll have every artist from
Richard Prince to Jeff Koons

lining up in his defense.
You have one eyewitness to
his crimes, his co-defendant.

Now you're kidding.
This girl was about to cut
an eight-year-old's throat.

I'm not making her a deal.

If the judge finds her unfit
for trial, who knows when
you'll get your bite at her.

But if we let her take
an insanity plea in exchange
for her testimony,

she'll be locked up in
a psychiatric facility.

There you go.

Let me see if I get this.
First, we agree to have her
adjudicated legally insane,

and then we make her
our star witness?

I'm not worried.

You've done more with less.

Ms. Evans has agreed to plead
not responsible by reason of
mental defect. In return,

she'll be confined to
a psychiatric facility
until it's determined that

she's no longer a threat.

She has also agreed
to testify against
Justin Sachs.

Your Honor,
in the event the court
accepts this plea,

we're moving to preclude
Ms. Evans' testimony.

The People can't on one hand
assert she's legally insane,
while on the other

present her as
a credible witness.

The defense can
cross-examine her.
The jury can make

its own determination
as to her credibility.

I agree. Your motion's
denied, Mrs. Masters.

Excuse me. Your Honor,

we're serving notice that
we'll present a defense of
extreme emotional disturbance,

that Mr. Sachs committed
these alleged crimes
while suffering from

Post-Traumatic
Stress Disorder.

So noted.
We're adjourned.

Trauma? We didn't find
any trauma in his history.

The guy lives
with his mother.

Maybe his mother threw away
his comic book collection.

Please, keep digging. I don't
want to find out in the middle
of the trial that he spent

his childhood chained
to a radiator.

What are these?

We found those on his
computer. He downloaded them
off different websites.

Pink hippos jumping
out of the Twin Towers?

Mmm-hmm. Big funny.
This is one kid
who needs locking up.

If we come across the
trauma he's stressing over,
we'll get back to you.

Yeah. Boys will be boys.

Justin met Zoe
on this horrorcore
message board,

and the three of us started
hanging out and going to
concerts together.

What happened the Tuesday
night that Zoe and
her family were killed?

Zoe invited me over to
her house for a sleep over,
and after dinner,

we were hanging out
in her room, partying,
waiting for Justin,

'cause we were going to
sneak him in after
her parents went to sleep.

And then I saw that she was
texting with somebody.

Who was she texting?

This guy Tom, a bartender.

She made me swear
not to tell Justin.

Did you tell him?

Yes, when he came over.

Justin was looking out
for me, so I felt like
I should look out for him.

He got really mad.

What did he do?

He told me to keep pretending
like everything was cool, and
he went into the kitchen.

And then he came back,
and he asked Zoe about Tom.

She lied.

And then he just
took out this knife,

and he started stabbing her,
and he killed her.

What happened next?

He said, "Now we have to
kill them all,"

and he went and he got this
hatchet that he would keep in
his backpack. And Zoe's dad

was walking out of
the bathroom, and he just
went crazy on him.

And then he went into
the bedroom, and I could
hear him killing Zoe's mom.

And then he went into
Zoe's little brother's
room, and he just...

He said that he couldn't
find him, but...

Go on, Amanda.

I could... I could hear
Zoe's little brother crying,
really soft.

So, I told Justin that
he was hiding in the closet.

Justin killed him.

And then he went into
the hallway, and he stuck
his knife in Zoe's dad's neck,

and we left.

Just to be clear, Ms. Evans,

you're saying that you didn't
do any of the killing
yourself, is that right?

Yes. Justin did it.

Tell the jury
where you live now.

A psychiatric hospital.

Because you've been found
to be legally insane,

subject to disorientation
and memory lapses, right?

Yes.

No more questions.

The photo on the left
was found on the
defendant's laptop.

It was uploaded there from
a camera found in his room.

If you compare this photo
to the one taken by
our crime scene unit,

you can see there
are fewer footprints.

This indicates his photo was
taken at the murder scene.

Thank you.

Your Honor, the Defense
reserves our cross-examination
of this witness

until after we've
presented our case.

Granted.
The witness will remain
available for recall.

Excuse me.

Yes, Detective?

I know you, right?

Yes, you do. I went by
my maiden name back then.
Veronica Palmer.

Now you remember.
See you soon, Detective.

We could see the Twin
Towers burn from our
balcony in Brooklyn.

Justin kept running
from the balcony to the TV.

They kept showing the planes
going into the towers,
the people jumping,

over and over again.

I'd turn it off,
and he'd turn it back on.
He was just 11.

And how did he react
to those images?

For weeks he'd wake up in the
middle of the night. A few
times he even wet his bed.

And what can you tell us
about Justin's
interest in music?

When he was 12, I had
this boyfriend who took him
to a death metal concert.

Urn, and this singer on stage
bit off this bird's head.
Justin came home crying.

My boyfriend was laughing
and calling him a sissy.

And what happened
to Justin's musical tastes?

He started getting into
metal, and then horrorcore.
He blasted it in the house.

Thank you.

Mrs. Sachs, did you
ever take Justin for
a psychiatric evaluation?

No.

Did his school ever
call you with complaints
about his behavior?

No. He was a good student.

So, a good student whose
behavior never aroused
anyone's concerns.

Thank you.

The children who lived
through the events of 9/11,

who came of age
during two wars

they could watch every night,
in vivid hi-def, have been
exposed to an unprecedented

barrage of horrific imagery.

The impact of this
experience is only now
starting to be understood.

From your examination
of Justin, what impact has
this barrage had on him?

He exhibits the signs of
being desensitized to violence,
and at the same time, being

addicted to the thrill
that he derives from it.

Can you give us an example
of how Justin has become
desensitized to violence?

Well, for example, these
images of the Twin Towers
that Justin has collected.

While for us, the Twin Towers
represent a great tragedy,
for Justin, they're

an icon being used as a
punch line. This callous humor
is typically seen in soldiers

suffering from PTSD.

Thank you.

So, you're equating
the stress of
seeing a gory picture

to the stress of
being in combat?

For a child of 11 or 12,
the image of violence can be

as upsetting as
the real thing.

Now, we heard testimony that
Justin flew into a rage when
he found out his girlfriend

was texting another boy. Is
jealousy a symptom of PTSD?

I'd have to say
that it is not.

And, Doctor, jealousy
is not a defense
to murder, correct?

Correct, it is not.

Thank you.

Nowadays, with what
the kids see, I shudder to
think what effect it has.

Growing up in rose-colored
innocence didn't keep us from
creating the violent world

our kids are watching,
did it?

Mr. Cutter. Can I speak
to you, please?

Sure.

You've got to keep that
lawyer from calling me
back to the stand.

I can't. She has the right
to cross-examine you.

Come on,
you're a sharp guy.

There's got to be
something you can do.

Detective, what's
the problem here?

Just help me out
here, Mike. Please.

There's nothing I can do.

Okay, then you've got to
cover me. I'll talk about
the case, but if that lawyer

veers off the subject by
one comma, you've got to
jump in and stop it.

See you tomorrow.

This is no way to treat
your partner, partner.

Do you want me to
beat it out of you?
Because you know that I can.

That lawyer knows me
from an old case.

And?

It was ten years ago, it was
Christmas morning. I got
called out to a crime scene.

It was a triple.
Guy took out his whole family,
the wife, the two kids.

Cut their throats in
their sleep while they
were waiting for Santa.

I was there for six hours
standing in the blood, and
then I had to rush over

to meet my girlfriend
at her folks' place
for Christmas dinner.

It was the first time
I was meeting them.

The parents, the grandparents,
the aunts and uncles,
the whole kit.

And I'm there, I'm playing
with the nephews, rolling
around on the floor,

and I'm doing pretty good
forgetting how I spent
my morning. And then,

I see that I got blood
on the cuff of my shirt.
You know, blood from

the crime scene,
blood from those dead kids.

I freaked out.

I ran out of there.
I ended up in a bar.

Christmas night,
I'm in a bar, drinking.
Hey-hey.

Well, that was it
for the girlfriend.

And that Christmas morning,

well, you work hard at it
and you drink enough,

you can pretty much
forget anything eventually.

That lawyer represented
the husband.

When I got called to testify,
I showed up drunk.

She knows what I went through,
she's going to bring it up.

I do not want to
go back there.

I hear that. What're
you going to do?

I'll be there tomorrow.

And if you have to
tell your story, Lupes,
tell it to me.

I wouldn't say 17 stab
wounds is indicative

of a deranged mental state.
I think it's indicative
that he wanted to make sure

Zoe Morgan was dead.

The Morgan crime scene
was particularly gruesome,
wouldn't you say?

Every crime scene has
its own horror.

Have you had nightmares
or unwanted thoughts about
that crime scene?

No.

But you have had problems in
the past from your exposure
to gruesome crime scenes,

isn't that right?

Objection, relevance.

Mrs. Masters, where are
you going with this?

It's okay. I'll answer
her question.

Then I'll withdraw
my objection.

Yes, I had problems.

Ten years ago,
I caught a case,

a man killed his wife
and two kids
on Christmas morning.

You know.
You were his lawyer.

Yes. Can you please
tell us how your problems
manifested themselves?

I couldn't stop thinking
about what I saw,
the smells, those little kids.

I couldn't shut it off.

I felt guilty and sad
all the time.

I couldn't sit still.
I felt out of control.
I was anxious.

I wasn't sleeping.

I drank, even on the job.

One time, I fell asleep in
the patrol car when my partner
went to get us coffee.

He walked into a robbery
in progress. He was shot
and killed.

Did you seek counseling?

Uh, yeah, after that. I was
diagnosed with Post-Traumatic
Stress Disorder.

I got treatment with
the Department psychiatrist
for nine months.

And how long were you
in that crime scene?

Six hours.

Were any of the victims
known to you?

No.

And still you suffered
from PTSD.

No more questions.

In the time that
you've suffered from PTSD,
have you attacked anyone?

No.

Been cited for using
excessive force
on a suspect?

No.

Used violence in
an inappropriate way?

No.

One more thing.
That ten-year-old case,
do you recall

what defense Mrs. Masters
offered on behalf
of her client?

She told the jury her client
was traumatized by witnessing
the death of his parents

in a house fire
when he was a child.

Do you remember
what the verdict was?

Objection.

She opened the door,
Your Honor.

I'll allow it.
The witness may
answer the question.

The jury found her client
guilty.

No more questions.

How'd you know about
her defense?

After you came to me,
I cross-referenced

you and Mrs. Masters.
I found the case.

Like you said,
I'm a pretty sharp guy.

Mr. Cutter,
can we talk?

Yes. What can we do for you?

The kid took 30-to-life,
all in. I told Cutter we'd
be at every parole hearing.

Evening, officers.

Hey, it's ugly in there.
Hope you haven't
had dinner yet.

You okay?