All language subtitles for Law and order S20E19 - Crashers

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.

You can't stop me.

Don't you get it?
I love you.

I'm gonna do
whatever it takes.

Be a good kitty.

Oh, jeez,
get the extinguisher!

Call the fire department.
All right.

What the...

And call 911!

The smell
of burning flesh.

Even after 20 years,
you don't forget.

20 years?

Desert Storm.

Okay, thanks.

Diner owner
didn't see anything.

CSU's checking
for tire tracks.

An empty can of
turpentine in the dumpster.

Check this out.
Bra strap.

Which narrows
down the I.D.

To half of the population.

Killer's making us
earn our paycheck.

One thing they never learn.
They can burn, dump, and run,

but they can't hide.

Jane Doe is white.

Early 20s. 5'9".

Blunt force
trauma to the head.

Nails it down.

Did I say
I was done?

She had recent extensions.

It's human hair.
The weave is
close to the scalp.

I'd say within a week.

I get all tingly when
you're specific, Rodgers.

I'm just getting
warmed up.
Yeah?

This is a high-end job.

It's natural blonde hair
and the attachments
are knotted, not glued.

Lupes...

Found a key in
her jacket pocket

stamped West Village Hardware.

Okay, assuming people
have their keys made

in their neighborhood,
she lived in the Village.

And where she
got her hair done.

Looks like my work,
what's left of it.

What happened to her head?

Nothing good.
She was in her 20s. 5'9".

Uh, sounds like
my Saturday 4:30.

She was a walk-in.
Uh, great cheekbones.

Only left her first name.
Brenna.

She, uh, she paid
in cash for full-length
blonde wefts.

Looks like a busy place.

How did she get
an appointment
without a reservation?

I'm a sucker for drama.

She, uh, said she had
a last-minute date that night.

Some swanky event.
Gracie Mansion.

She said she needed
to look gorgeous.

Saturday night,
the mayor had a
reception for Zahir Tanin,

UN Representative
from Afghanistan.

Yeah, We're looking
for a guest with the
first name of Brenna.

Doesn't ring a bell.

And I know
everybody on the list.

Well, maybe she
was someone's date.

Absolutely no one
gets in without
their full name

printed on the list.

This girl with long,
blonde hair.

You recognize her?

No.

I'm not sure
who that is.

Her boyfriend, maybe.

I don't recognize
either one of them.

You said you knew
everybody on the list.

That would make
these two party crashers.

That's impossible.

Yeah. I let them in.

Blonde turned on
the waterworks.

Said her agency,
I don't remember
what the name was,

was supposed to call
and get her on the list.

So you think
she's a model.

She's gonna hook you up
with her model friends
if you let this slide.

She said she was
working on a photo shoot

around the corner
the next day.

Mmm-hmm. What about
the guy that was with her?

He didn't say much.

They didn't
stay long either.

They were in some
sort of argument
on the way out.

Must've broke
your heart when she
didn't say good-bye.

"Expenses beyond
reasonable and
customary rates

"for this service."

No kidding.

Tell that
to the hospital.

It's late.

Why don't you
knock off for the night?

You're right.

I'm making myself crazy.

Making you crazy.

You do, you know.

In a good way.

You want to
go lie down?

I mean,

we could
just lie down.

I know it's
been a while.

The doctor gave
you the okay, right?

We'll go slow.

I don't want
to go slow.

I want to let you
rip off my clothes.

I want to
shut my eyes.

I want my old body back.

How about I just hold you?

Between out-of-pocket
deductibles

and co-pays,

I'm going broke.

I'll be there
in a minute.

Okay.

Brenna Lane was booked
by a modeling agency

as background on a photo
shoot around the corner
from Gracie Mansion.

And the night before,
she crashed a party there
by batting her eyelashes.

Glad to see my
tax dollars at work.

That was Brenna's
landlady and homestead.

She said Brenna moved
out a month ago.
No forwarding address.

Well, what about
this boyfriend?

She must've touched
base with him
the day of the party.

Calls to modeling agencies.

A few calls to a
florist in Brooklyn.

There's a cluster
of calls two weeks ago
to a Lucy Hewes.

Next best thing
to a boyfriend,
a girlfriend.

Makes sense Lucy's
not answering her phone.
She's in Australia.

Lucy has a friend
apartment sitting?

More like
an illegal sublet.

Uh-huh.

Don't let
the damn cat out.

Oh, okay. Thanks.

Looks like we found
our crime scene.

And there's
the blunt force.

We got an eyewitness
here, too.

We need a CSU team
at our location.

We should get somebody
from Animal Control
down here, too.

Let the super handle that.

I don't trust her.
You heard what she
said about the cat.

She doesn't like him.

There you go.

Brenna's I.D.,
with a Florida address.

Cash still inside.

Lupes, Wolford fishnets.

Looks like she was
going someplace.

An unused boarding pass,

from La Guardia
to Washington, D.C.,

3:48 p.m. On Monday.

The day she was shot.

She was at the airport,
but she didn't
get on the plane.

Brenna Lane paid cash
for a round-trip ticket
to DC.

She didn't check any bags.

So when she missed
her flight, there was
no security alert.

Hmm. There she is.

Yeah. She's going
to the gate.

Wait. Who's that guy?

He just
talked her out of
getting onto the plane.

We got to get
a better shot of his face.

You got cameras
at the exits?

Okay, here's the exit.

Wait.
Is that the guy?

He just blew
past your security.

Oh, jeez.

Freeze it.
Right there.

Brenna's date
from Gracie Mansion.

First he crashes
the mayor's party,

then he breaches
airport security.

What's this, a test run
for a terrorist attack?

Look, nothing
happened that day.

Nothing's happened yet.

This airport
is a hard target.

All it takes
is one operative

with explosives in his
underwear to get through

and we're screwed.

Do any of you want
a 9/11 on your watch?

I didn't think so.

Now, the FBI
and DHS are here,

but first, NYPD
has some questions.

We don't want
to jam anyone up.

We're just, uh, wondering
if anyone observed

anything about
this passenger,
Brenna Lane,

or her unidentified
companion.

She checked in for
a 3:48 flight to DC
from gate 45.

Anyone notice them
outside, entering or
exiting a vehicle?

A vehicle was
double-parked in the
passenger loading zone.

A guy and girl
got in and took off.

What kind of vehicle?

A delivery van
from a flower shop.

Brenna's dumps show
calls to a florist in
Brooklyn Heights.

That's right.

All right, thanks.

Excuse me.

This your van?

Uh, I drive it
for my boss.

Okay, would you
put your plants down?

You got some I. D?
Sure.

Thank you.

Dustin Henry,
we need to talk to you.

Let's take a ride.
What are you doing?

I'm the owner here.
What's going on?

Parking violations.

So he'll be back
soon, right?

I got a half
dozen deliveries.

You're gonna have to
make them yourself, sir.

I'm sorry I parked
in the terminal.

I'll be more than
happy to pay a ticket.

This is a lot bigger
than a ticket.

Why'd you sneak
past security?

I had to catch
my sister before
she got on the plane.

Your sister. You two
have different last names.

She changed
her name for modeling.

Why was Brenna
going to Washington?

She had a job there.

You busted through
security to stop your sister
from taking a modeling gig.

I was supposed
to feed the cat
when she was gone

and she forgot
to leave me the key.

So why not just give
you the key and go on
and catch her flight?

Because she
couldn't find it.

Anyway, it was
just a catalog shoot.

She decided
it wasn't worth it.

When was the last time
you talked to her?

I dropped her off
at her apartment.

What about
the Saturday before?

I was at a party
with Brenna.

Where?

Uh, Gracie Mansion.

Pretty fancy.

Who invited you?

Um, no one, really.

We, uh... We crashed it.

Brenna heard that
there were going to be
famous people there,

and it, uh,
sounded like fun.

You and Brenna,
you had an argument
when you were there?

I wanted to leave and
she didn't want to go yet.

I mean,
it wasn't anything.

Brenna's dead.

Um, what?

When?

She was murdered.
Monday night.

You know anyone
who might have
wanted to hurt her?

Where were you
that night?

Um...

I was at home
by myself.

Is my sister
really dead?

Sorry.

So those two crashed
the mayor's party

to meet celebrities.
That's his story.

One thing seems clear,
this kid's no Taliban.

He wasn't after
the UN guy.

Yeah. The feds,
they still want to talk to
him about the airport breach,

and the Queens DA,

they want to
prosecute for trespass.

He risked being arrested
by jumping security

twice in one week.

What's the connection?

There were politicians at
this Gracie Mansion event.

His sister was
flying to DC.

She had her picture
taken with some
politicos at the party.

That's one with her
and Senator Peterson.

These are the dumps
off the apartment
where Brenna was staying.

There were some calls
to the senator's office.

Senator's in Washington
today for a
subcommittee meeting.

He won't be back
in the city
until this evening.

Well, were you at the
Tanin reception with him,
Miss Wheaton?

I was.
Do you recognize these two?

She, uh,
approached the senator.

Tried to strike
up a conversation.

What's this about?

Well, you tell us.
These two crashed
your reception

and honed in
on your boss.

And Brenna Lane,

she called your office
before and after the party.

That's Brenna Lane.

So you do know her.

No. All I know is
a Brenna Lane called

several times
for the senator.

And when she wouldn't
say what it was
in reference to,

she was politely put off.

You want to tell me
what's going on here,
Detectives?

Uh, she was killed
three nights ago.

And all roads lead here.

Yeah, the senator
might want to get out
in front of this

if anything was going on.

I don't know what
this girl's game was,

but I can assure you
the senator had nothing
to do with her.

He's been happily
married for 30 years.

Don't take
my word for it.

He's been vetted by
some of the toughest

political operatives
on K Street.

Excuse me.

I... I have
to take this.

I don't know.

Protest a bit
too much for you?

Let's grab
something to eat

and wait
for Old Faithful
to come home.

Senator Peterson.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

We'd like to ask
you a few questions

about a security breach
at Gracie Mansion last week.

This'll just take
a minute, honey.

I'll make you a drink.
Mmm-hmm.

Let's go inside.

The Tanin reception?
Mmm.

There were
two party crashers.

Mmm. Trying out for
a reality show, no doubt.

So you don't know the girl.

No, I don't.

Then why was she
so intent on getting
in touch with you?

I have no idea.

I didn't know
about the phone calls

until Andrea told me
a few hours ago.

Terrible what
happened to her.

What did she say to you?

She introduced herself.

But before I
could say anything,

her date came over
and dragged her away.

Dragged her away?

Well, grabbed her arm.
Pulled her away.

Hmm. For a second,
I thought he was
gonna smack her.

Where were you
last Monday, Senator?

Washington for a vote.

I give you my word
as a gentleman,

there was nothing going
between me and that girl.

I don't know about
his officer and
a gentleman shtick,

but he was in DC
the night of the murder.

Well, I doubt he'd
do his own wet work.

Well, I made a few calls.

The senator's been known
to tip a glass or two,

but he doesn't have
a reputation
as a philanderer.

First time for everything.

Yeah. Brenna's
brother is no saint.

He has two juvie
arrests in Florida

at the foster home
he was placed.

And a year ago,
EMTs transported him
to Bellevue

after he OD'd on pills.

And now add two security
breaches to his resume.

He sounds unstable.

Well, he was acting
possessive at the party.

How can we be sure
that he and Brenna
are even related?

Well, let's pull
Dustin back in.

Hear what he has
to say about the senator
and his sister.

I grabbed Brenna
when she was talking
to the senator

because she was
embarrassing herself.

She was drunk.

You were just
looking out for her.

Yes. Exactly.

It's so much easier
talking to you

than those other guys.

That's a really nice
jacket you're wearing.

You and your sister
didn't grow up together.

You were put in foster
care when you were 14.

Why is that?

Problems at home.

What difference
does that make?

Problems between
you and Brenna?

When she was
talking to the senator,
you wanted to protect her.

It wasn't a big deal.

I think it was.

I think you were
a little jealous.

Jealous?

Brenna was, what, 17
when you were removed
from your home?

Maybe she was
rocking that body
around the house,

working those
modeling moves.

Am I making you
nervous now, Dustin?

No.
Then look at me.

What happened in Florida?

Were you involved
with her sexually?

You were kids
experimenting, maybe.

You know, Dustin,
you can talk to me.

I won't judge you,
no matter what
you tell me.

Is that why you were
put in foster care?

Your mother found out
about you and Brenna
and threw you out?

When you saw your sister
flirting with that old man,

it must've done
a number on you.

You know...
You wanted to hook up with
her that night, didn't you?

You got a dirty mouth.

I'm not talking
to you anymore.

That's a strange
young man.

So we make this
about incest?

Well, he doesn't
have to be sleeping
with her to be jealous.

Well, he was the last
person seen with Brenna

the night
she was killed.

Nothing in the van.
No prints on the weapon.

And it would be nice
to get a look
in his apartment.

Well, he breached
airport security.

No judge in his right
mind would refuse
to give you a warrant.

Check this out.

He knows his vino.

Mmm-hmm.

Wine magazines in here.

Lupes, there's a receipt
for Wolford fishnets.

Just like the ones
we found on
his sister's dresser.

That's kind of creepy.

Hey, B.

Yeah.

That's kitty litter.

Maybe he tracked that in
from Brenna's apartment.

And that
looks like blood.

Hmm. I guess we know
who the cat saw.

Bad news, kid.

We're charging you
with killing your sister.

No, no.
I didn't touch my sister.

But you wanted
to touch her.

God. Oh, my God.

What's this
motion, Mr. Dibbens?

My client is moving
to suppress
the blood evidence

as well as the
lingerie receipt
found by the police

in his apartment.

The police had
a search warrant.

The warrant affidavit

implied that the police were
investigating terrorism

after the FBI had
already ruled it out.

The state's entitled to make
its own determination.

The Queens DA
had already arraigned
the defendant.

For trespass.
At an airport.

After he had breached
security at the
mayor's residence

the week before.

What if we didn't
follow through and
something had happened?

All right,
I've heard enough.

Neither the FBI
nor the Queens DA

found any evidence
that Mr. Henry had ties
to terrorist organizations.

Mr. Dibbens,
is your client okay?

Incarceration has
been difficult on him,
Your Honor.

He's under suicide watch.

Well, what disturbs
me more than the
threat of terrorism

is the misuse of that word
to bypass due process.

I'm granting the
defendant's motion.

Now you have no case.

You bootstrapped to a
bogus terrorism threat

and didn't expect
the defense to cry foul.

It's on me.
I made the call
for the search warrant.

No, I should've
caught it.

I should've submitted
it to the judge.

You cried wolf,
Lieutenant.

What about next time
when the threat's real?

Where's your credibility?

I'm sorry.
It won't happen again.

And while you're
knocking each other
over to share blame,

this case is now
a nonstarter.

No physical evidence.

We're trying to
get Dustin's records

from foster care
in Florida.

Unseal his juvie arrests.

And we've subpoenaed
his psych records

from the suicide attempt.

You better hope those
records help our case

and not the defendant's.

On top of this
terrorism fiasco,

it looks like he's crafting
a nice insanity plea.

You had Dustin Henry
in the interrogation room.

Did anything
else go to motive?

Well, he's prone to
outbursts like a child.

He's never had a
serious girlfriend.

Well, maybe it's some
sort of arrested
sexual development.

Well, let's forget
about shrinking his head

and tie him to
the crime scene.

The florist's van was
negative for traces
of blood or accelerant.

But there was some
recently dried paint
in there.

The accelerant used
to burn the body
was turpentine.

I painted a display case
down here last month,

but I don't recall any
turpentine being left over.

Okay. Did Dustin
help you with that job?

Yeah. He's a hard worker.

I'm not saying
the kid's not fragile,

but I can't believe
that he'd murder
his sister.

Did he talk
to you about Brenna?

He said she was
always on him about
taking care of himself.

Because of
the suicide attempt.

That was in the past.

He's been happy lately.
Always smiling.

Huh.

You a wine collector?

That belongs to Dustin.

Quite
a variety here.

South African Shiraz.

Italian Montalcino.
Napa Valley Cabernet.

What... Why are you
letting Dustin
use your basement

as a wine cellar?

It's just until
he opens his shop.

He's stocking inventory,
taking wine classes.

And he can afford
all this on a
delivery boy's salary?

He mentioned an investor.
Didn't tell me his name.

Hey, guys, this case
was originally delivered

to 158 Willow Street
in Brooklyn Heights.

Our favorite senator.

We entertain at home
all the time.

Fundraisers. Receptions.
People like to drink.

And I like to be
a good hostess.

So we must order...
I don't know,

a couple hundred
cases of wine a year.

Any idea how Dustin Henry
came into possession

of 20 of those cases?

Dustin Henry?

He's a driver for
James Weir Floral.

They do your events.

Yeah, the single
blossom centerpieces.

Hmm. And this person
is their driver?

Mmm-hmm.

Well, there must be
some misunderstanding.

Oh, okay.
Uh, thank you
for your time.

Of course.
Helen will show you out.

You must keep track
of bar inventory.

Do you recall
any missing wine?

No. We usually have
plenty left over.

But those particular wines,
they're boutique, artisanal.

I'd never order them
for a big party.

Too pricey.

Could they have been
ordered for the senator's
private parties?

If they were,
it wasn't by me.

Well, if Dustin was
helping himself to
the senator's collection,

it's strange no one
raised the red flag.

Well, unless the wine
was a bribe

to keep Dustin quiet
about the senator's
affair with Brenna.

So maybe Brenna was
upset at her brother
for asking to be paid off.

Is there any
other evidence

that he was getting
hush money?

Yeah, there was
something interesting

in the senator's
campaign filings. Uh...

Here.

He extended the lease
on his 2008 campaign
headquarters in Brooklyn.

508 Montague Street.

Well, why would he pay rent
if he's not running
for another six years?

The senator has a townhouse
two blocks away.

Maybe it was a love nest
within walking distance.

Oh, not much of
a romantic hideaway.

Recent construction.
And they're
building wine racks.

Looks like we found
Dustin's wine shop.

We're keeping the
storefront on Montague
for our next campaign.

Six years
before the election?

We got a very favorable
lease extension.

We were able to
attract a subletter

until the campaign
gets underway.

He's opening
a wine store.

Well, we'll need his
contact information.

Uh, we've promised
him confidentiality.

I've worked for the
senator since college,

and he doesn't go
back on his word.

And our profit
on that sublease

keeps our campaign
fund in the black.

How fiscally
prudent and discreet.

I might vote for
this guy after all.

Senator Peterson's putting
him in the wine business.

Paying for a lease
on a shop.

Slipping cases of wine
out his back door.

How long have you been
blackmailing the senator

about his affair
with Brenna?

You don't have to
answer that question.
There was no affair.

My sister would never
be with that phony.

What do you mean?

I mean, he's always
looking in the mirror
and fixing his hair.

Did Brenna tell you that?

You're wrong.
You twist what I say.

Well, maybe we were
wrong about your motive.

Maybe you
killed your sister

because she was
trying to put an end to
the senator's generosity.

She was just
trying to help me.

She wanted me
to have that shop.

- Dustin, stop.
- She gave it to me.

No one takes care
of me like that.

She held me in her lap
and she stroked my hair.

I love her.
Brenna?

Brenna's dead.

Another woman?

She's out there
and I'm in here.

And I can't touch her.
And I love her.

And I just...

I can't take it anymore!
I need to be with her!

C. O! Get in here!

Got him?
I got him.

You don't understand!
I love her.

I need to be with her.

It's hard to
figure this kid out

when he's busy
playing spin the bottle.

They gave Dustin Demerol
and put him in
a hospital ward.

He's stabilized now.

Well, if he wasn't
sleeping with his sister,

who was he involved with?

He sounded pretty obsessed.

I'm not sure this
kid isn't delusional.

Well, we know he didn't
make up the wine store.

And somebody tipped
him off about Peterson's
vanity issues.

Maybe during pillow talk.

There's at least
a dozen female staffers

in the senator's office.

How many of them
have the authority

to sign the
senator's checks?

The lease extension
on Montague Street

has the senator's
rubber stamp signature.

And there is a $100,000
deposit to the
Montague Street account

from the Commerce Department
Redevelopment Initiative?

Redevelopment?

So their stimulus money
is going to stimu-lust.

Our office has
a lot of influence

over where these
Recovery Act funds go.

The startup wine shop.

That's who gets
the stimulus money?

We help our
constituents all the time.

I have no idea who
intervened on behalf
of this business.

Well, that's why we got
a subpoena for
your financial records.

It's a great idea
shining a light up the ass
of a U.S. Senator.

You really want to put
another Democratic seat
in jeopardy?

Why don't you save
everybody the hassle

and tell us
who Dustin Henry's
sugar mama was?

Anything I say has
consequences for the senator.

Well, fine, but I can't
promise the press won't
get wind of it.

What if I did cooperate?

Well, depends on
what you have to say.

It was me.

I was having an affair
with Dustin Henry.

My husband doesn't know.

He was pressuring
me to have kids.

And I met Dustin
at one of the
senator's parties.

It was just...
It was just sex.
No strings.

Until you started
diverting public money
to his wine shop.

I wanted to make him happy,
you know, keep him quiet.

Did Dustin's sister
find out?

She thought I was
taking advantage
of his emotional issues.

And she threatened
to tell my husband
and the senator.

So the two of you
killed her.

My God, no.

Dustin must've gone crazy.

I'm calling a lawyer.

Let Judge Margel know

I'm coming over to get
a search warrant for
Andrea Wheaton's office.

We buy Andrea's story?

She kept her mouth shut
until you started poking

around the
senator's finances.

Well, considering Dustin
wasn't having an affair
with the senator,

I'm not sure who
she's protecting.

She's a workaholic.

Every night, a different
event or meeting.

Where was she
the night of the murder?

Uh, 7:00 p.m. Dinner

for the senator's
reelection committee.
No names.

Is there
a restaurant listed?

No, but I bet one
of these interns
made the reservation.

Uh, the reservation was
at Ruth's Chris in midtown.

Party of six.

We're gonna need
the names of the
other dinner guests.

Well, okay, but I...

Listen, if you think
you're helping your boss

by lying to the police,
you're not.

That dinner never happened.

Andrea called,

said there was an
emergency with the senator,

and he needed a
rental car right away.

And she had you rent it.

The whole thing
was a pain.

I had to pick it up,
get the keys to Andrea,

and then return it
in the morning.

And on top of that,
something in the car

really set off my allergies.

Well, what are you
allergic to?

Cats mostly.

Thank you.

Whatever happened
to that cat in
Brenna's apartment?

I turned it over
to a no-kill shelter.

It's alive.
We can get DNA.

Let's impound
the rental car.

The thing about cat hair is
you can never get rid of it.

We arrested your girlfriend,
Andrea, for murder.

Police found cat hairs
in a car she rented

that were a DNA
match for the cat
in Brenna's apartment.

I've been saying all along
my client is innocent.

Well, there's still
the matter of
the bloody kitty litter

in Dustin's closet.

Which Andrea Wheaton
could've easily planted
while Dustin was at work.

Is that what happened,
Dustin?

Sure. Yeah.

So you believe that
the woman you're
in love with

tried to frame you.

I'm not in love with her.

But Andrea is
the one you were
having an affair with.

If he agrees to
testify against Andrea,

will you drop the charges?

Well, I'm gonna need
a lot more than shrugs

and non-answers.

Did Andrea tell you
that she killed Brenna?

Just leave me alone.

You don't have to
protect her anymore.

Leave me alone.

Let me talk to my client.
He'll cooperate.

I just need
a little time.

I'm getting whiplash
keeping up with this kid.

Two days ago,
he was sobbing with love

for some mystery woman.

And now I tell him we've
arrested Andrea Wheaton,

and he barely reacts.

Well, meanwhile, the trail
of financial improprieties
keeps growing.

I found a check
for $4,000

written to Fifth Avenue
Plastic Surgery.

Well, Dustin doesn't
look like he needs
cosmetic surgery.

Neither does Andrea
for that matter.

Maybe it was
something subtle.

Why didn't she mention
that in her mea culpa?

Dr. Casiraghi is booked
solid for the next six months.

I do have a cancellation
on Wednesday.

That could work.

And what is the procedure
that you're interested in?

Um, this is delicate.

An acquaintance
of mine is a patient.

And, uh, she looks fantastic.

And you don't want
to come right out

and ask her what
she's had done.

We get that
all the time.

Yeah. She probably
wrote the check

out of her corporation
a couple months ago.

Uh, 508 Montague Street.

Uh, as long as I'm
not revealing her name.

Uh, here it is.
A prepayment.

Um, her surgery
isn't scheduled
until next month.

That's right.
She has more
than one doctor.

She was very excited
about her upcoming
procedure with Casiraghi.

I want that one, too.

Are you sure?

We usually don't do
vaginal rejuvenation

on a woman of your age,
unless you've had kids.

Vaginoplasty is
usually done on a woman

who's had more than
one vaginal delivery

or is post-menopausal.

And that's not
Andrea Wheaton.

And there's
also a disbursement

for bioidentical hormones

from, uh,
Eternal Eve Wellness
Center in California.

It all points
to an older woman

looking to make herself
more sexually attractive.

And there's only
one woman with access

to the senator's money
and wine who fits the bill.

Are you suggesting his
wife is having an affair
with a 20-year-old?

Well, it would explain
why Dustin wasn't concerned
when we arrested Andrea.

Camille Peterson
is over 60 years old.

Come on, Jack,
you doubt that
a 60-year-old woman

has a sexual appetite?

Not in the least.

But a boy barely
out of his teens...

Well, it does explain
some of Dustin's behavior.

I didn't make anything
of it at the time,

but it was almost
like he was trying
to flirt with me.

So maybe something
happened to sexualize
him toward older women.

I mean, he has been
more than careful
to protect Mrs. Peterson.

I think it's time
to prep your
witnesses for trial.

My lawyers would
have my head if they
knew we were here.

But my wife and I have
nothing to hide, Mr. Cutter.

We're about to start
Andrea Wheaton's murder trial

and you'll all be witnesses.

We need to get
some facts straight.

Mrs. Peterson, you've met
Dustin Henry before?

The delivery boy.
I... I barely know him.

Is that true, Dustin?

Yes. I only know
Mrs. Peterson
from the florist's.

Okay, so when did you
begin your affair
with Andrea Wheaton?

About a year ago.
Brenna said it
was bad for me.

And that's why
she was trying to
talk to the senator.

To tell him what
Andrea was doing.

Mmm-hmm. Well,
it must've been a very, uh,

passionate relationship,
you and Andrea.

Yeah, we were,
you know, together.

She was stuck in
an unhappy marriage

and you're in
your sexual prime.

You must've not been
able to keep your hands
off each other.

You know, it's not
something I really
want to talk about.

Well, you don't
have a choice.

I'll be asking you
about this in court
to prove Andrea's motive.

So you need to
tell me right now

about the sex that you
were having with her,
chapter and verse, okay?

Don't...
Was she into oral,

or anal maybe?
Or something more kinky?

I can't do this.

Well, why? Why?
Does it disgust you

to talk about your
lovemaking with Andrea?

More to the point,
why did you make a down
payment for vaginoplasty

out of your
wine shop account?

What has any of this
got to do with me
and my wife?

We're getting
to that, Senator.

I'm sorry. Vaginoplasty?

It's a procedure
done to tighten
the vaginal canal

to recreate the sensation
of a younger woman.

It's unlikely
someone of Andrea's age,

who never gave birth
would go through that,

or would, uh,
take hormones to alter
her body chemistry

to make her
feel young again,

or have facial laser treatment
at a dermatologist's office.

Why would you...

I thought
I would lose you.

I like you
the way you are.

- Camille?
- A real woman.

Not a plastic doll
with fake boobs,
and fake hair,

and a fake tan.

The way you feel
down there is
beautiful to me.

Don't you talk to
my wife like that,
you little pervert.

He's a pervert because
he finds me beautiful?

You were having
an affair with this boy?

He paid attention to me.

He didn't ignore me
or treat me like
a hostess.

He cherished me, Bryce.

You're the one
who was diverting
the money?

You bought his affections
with a wine store?

Could've just as well
hired a gigolo.

Shut up with your Viagra,
and your hair transplants,

and your old man smell!

Sit down,
Mrs. Peterson! Sit down!

Camille...

All right,
sit down. Sit down.

Now that we
finally know the truth,

where were you
the night that Brenna Lane
was murdered?

You already have
the killer on trial.

You can't blame me
because Andrea tried to
keep that girl quiet.

Andrea had
very little at stake.

But as we now know,
you had everything.

What did you do, Camille?

Shh. Don't get
involved in this.

Well, he doesn't
have a choice.

He's going back on
the stand tomorrow.

Why did you
have to kill her?

She was going to
come between us.

She'd made up some story.

She said that you
had a breakdown.

That you were damaged.

It's because
my first time...

My first time
was with this lady
in our building.

She seduced me
when I was 14.

And Brenna found out,
and she freaked out.

Said I had to date
girls my own age.

And I tried. But I wasn't
attracted to them.

And I couldn't stand it.

And so I tried
to kill myself.

But then with you,

I felt something real.

It wasn't a lie anymore.

Brenna told me what
I was doing was wrong.

It wasn't wrong.
We love each other.

I tried to
reason with her,

but she wouldn't
listen to me.

She was going
to tell Bryce.

And then I couldn't
see you ever, ever again.

That skinny girl
telling me what
I couldn't have.

There was an
exercise weight on
the kitchen counter.

She turned her back
and I hit her on
the head with it,

but only to stop her.

And I called Andrea
and I told her
what I'd done.

And she told me
to go home.

She said she'd come over
and clean up the mess.

And she was the one
who planted the evidence
in your apartment.

I could've talked
to Brenna.
No.

Yeah. We could've kept
going the way we were.

It wouldn't have
made any difference.

I had no choice.

I couldn't be with you.
I couldn't go home.

Dustin, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

But you made me feel
beautiful again.

Camille agreed to
plead guilty to man one.

Twelve years.
Andrea took five years
as an accessory.

Senator Peterson announced
that he is not resigning.

He's standing by his wife.

Too little, too late.