(male announcer) 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.
I moved from San Juan
to get away from my mother-in-law.
And you're letting yours move in.
Who told you she was moving in? Your wife.
And she gets what she wants.
I told her we'd talk about it.
Four mouths to feed.
And now her mother's moving in.
Only if I say it's okay. Heh.
Not if, when.
Hey!
You okay?
I'm fine.
He's not.
How long has this building been empty?
Uh, according to building security,
about three months.
Our squatter have a name?
Yeah, Patrick Sullivan.
47. Lives in Murray Hill.
Did us the favor of holding on to his wallet.
It still has cash and cards.
I'll give you three guesses.
He drowned.
Bullet to the chest at close range,
no exit wounds.
Bet you a bagel it's a hollow point.
Do you have a time for us?
Combo of rigor and lividity
puts time of death somewhere between 7:00 and midnight.
Hey, do you mind?
Number's still on the screen.
Never got a chance to press send.
911?
No, it's a local number.
I guess he died callin' for help.
[dialing] Or someone killed him
to keep from making that call.
There's only one way to find out.
[phone ringing]
Detective Benson.
So what have we got? We're not sure.
Now, you didn't get any strange phone calls last night?
Any messages, anything logged in
as a missed call? No.
And you're certain that your vic
was tryin' to call me?
As his life flashed before his eyes.
You were the star player.
You say his name is Patrick Sullivan?
Ring any bells? None.
Maybe his face will.
I've never seen him before in my life.
Which begs the question--
Why did he die tryin' to call me?
You check the SVU database?
BADS, NITRO, online complaints.
Patrick Sullivan doesn't show up
as a victim or a perp in any of our files.
Walk me through this crime scene again.
16th floor of an empty office building.
The victim was supine with a bullet to the chest.
Fluids? Victim's blood,
but something tells me that's not what you're asking.
He was alone and zipped up.
Which doesn't sound like a sex crime.
Exactly, so why'd he try to call me?
Just 'cause he's not in your files
doesn't mean he's not connected to a case.
Good luck.
I give out thousands of business cards a year.
Victims, families, witnesses.
I mean...could be anybody.
Well, there is something else
we should consider, Detective Benson.
Suppose this is not about a case.
Suppose it's personal.
(Fontana) How long have you been renting to Mr. Sullivan?
You'll have to speak up.
I'm a little hard of hearing.
[shouting] How long has Mr. Sullivan lived here?
Two years.
When was the last time you saw Mr. Sullivan?
I don't usually. He's got his own entrance.
I didn't hear him coming and going.
How many people are you renting to?
Just the one.
Then why is Social Security sending checks
to five different individuals at this same address?
Hm. Check this out.
It's a receipt from a storage facility.
Okay.
Let's see what Mr. Sullivan kept under lock and key.
Oh, my God.
(Rodgers) Five bodies.
All elderly, all dead of apparently natural causes.
But I'll know more in an hour or two.
I don't think they're gonna turn into homicides
during your lunch hour.
[sighs]
To fit the bodies into the freezers,
your guy had to double 'em over.
Before I can open up the last three,
they gotta thaw out.
Whatever happened to respecting your elders?
All right, your DOA, Patrick Sullivan...
In order to locate the slug in his chest cavity,
I ran a series of X-rays.
He had a broken collarbone?
Yeah, along with four ribs,
both arms, both legs, and his left foot.
Based on recalcification,
I believe the breaks happened at different times
over a series of years.
What is up with this dude?
So you're telling me Patrick Sullivan's a con man.
Well, the man made a living off of cons,
which explains the broken bones and the insurance fraud.
It's as old as Hammurabi.
Guy's been doin' it since he was a kid.
Walk in front of a car, and bam!
Make like it was an accident.
That's a hell of a way to make a living.
I guess he ran out of bones and went in for the easy money.
So the bodies in the morgue
match the names on the Social Security checks
you found in Sullivan's apartment?
Yep, Uncle Sam thinks all five
are alive and well, livin' in the same joint.
Since all five of our seniors last resided
at the same nursing home, we're gonna go there
and check for Sullivan's playmates.
Sounds good.
Ona Schiller moved back in with her son and his family.
Let me guess. In Murray Hill.
How about Joseph Huffman?
Uh, says here that he transferred
to another facility in August.
Oh, but that can't be right.
He's listed at the same address.
It wasn't unusual to lose five patients
in just a matter of months?
Oh, not at all.
Just because your kids like the tour
doesn't mean you'll be happy here.
We're gonna wanna talk to the doctor
who was overseeing the patients on that list.
Oh, well, doctors
do weekly rounds.
Nurses do the day-to-day.
That's who you want to talk to.
And, uh, seems all five had Eduardo.
Patrick was murdered?
Mm-hmm. When did you two meet?
Six months ago at a Laundromat.
He said he'd buy me lunch
if I spotted him enough to finish his whites.
Did you happen to mention to Patrick
that you work at Walnut Ridge?
I'm sure I did.
He had this way of making you feel so important.
So you and Patrick...
We were soul mates.
We actually were gonna get a place together,
but to pay my share, I needed money--
So you scammed Social Security.
We weren't hurting anybody.
We only picked the ones with no families.
What happened? A patient died, you called Sullivan.
And then what?
Then I'd help him slip out the body, and...
file the necessary paperwork.
So where's the money now?
I never saw any of it.
Patrick always made excuses,
said they took a long time to pay out,
but something else was wrong.
Turns out the bastard was cheating on me.
How'd you find this out?
I checked his cell phone
while he was in the shower.
Got a name and Googled the guy.
Some fancy jerk named Glass.
(Glass) Thought I said to leave me alone.
D... They're detectives.
[sighs]
So what happened here?
Nothin' I can't handle. Party got out of control.
You guys got a warrant? (Green) Not yet.
Just a few questions. [laughs]
Everybody's got questions for D.
Who is it this time? Vykarius? T Lo? Don Toine?
Horses?
No. Rappers.
It looks like Mr. Glass here has cornered the market
on hip-hop investors.
All my clients are clean,
and I'm under no legal obligation
to tell you otherwise.
Was it some of your clients
who redecorated your place for you?
You know the drill.
You wanna seize funds, you get a warrant, yo.
We're not here to seize funds yet, yo.
We're here about Patrick Sullivan.
(Fontana) Seems you two have a lot of late-night phone conversations.
Yeah, well, heh,
you drop half a mil of a client's money
into someone's hedge fund, you stay in touch.
What about it?
Well, we were just wondering if you were aware
of Mr. Sullivan's track record for fraud, deceit, extortion.
Everything on my end was completely legit.
(Green) Well, all right then, MC Vanilla.
You wouldn't mind tellin' us where you were on Tuesday night.
[scoffs] Oh, man.
Why you gotta be trippin', yo?
I can't be a witness. It'll get me killed.
Witness to what?
I-I saw it go down.
I saw Sullivan get shot.
Wait--Th-There were phones.
And--and--and computers and bad art on the walls.
Sullivan was here waiting?
Alive and kicking.
All right, the girl was already here.
What girl? Some blond. Hot.
She had paper for Sullivan too.
[laughs] Oh, man, this is whack.
How much?
The buy-in was 500 Gs.
Did you get introduced to the blond?
You know, I wasn't lookin' to make new friends.
Her clients were based overseas.
Phone rang once. She spoke Japanese.
Anyway, let me guess.
The whole thing went south during the handoff.
We had both just given Sullivan our share.
Then the door busts in.
It was some woman, said she was an SEC agent.
Sullivan went ballistic.
Started screamin' about how
it wasn't gonna go down like that.
He pulled a gun.
The agent pulled hers, and she shot him.
That doesn't sound right.
I mean, SEC don't carry firearms.
Shoulda been FBI.
Yeah, you know, well, clearly nobody told her that.
Either way, she was on to the scam.
Sullivan was dead, the girl ran out,
I wasn't about to stick around.
You guys are gonna help me
get my money back, right?
Sounds to me like Mr. Sullivan
played with these friends before.
Wait, wait, wait, wait. What's he talkin' about?
He was a con man.
It's probable that everybody in the room was in on it
except for you.
The only reason I'm talkin' to you guys
is 'cause I need to get my money back.
You saw my office.
Well, that was over a market correction.
[exhales]
I'm a dead man.
All right, now, this woman, the shooter?
What did she look like?
That's the blond.
That's the brunette. That's the shooter.
That's definitely them.
Real piece of work.
That's Lorraine Dillon.
The blond is April Troost, her daughter.
25, IQ off the charts.
But good luck trying to find a heartbeat.
You had 'em on racketeering. And they walked.
Not this time.
You realize this is a long shot.
Sullivan died tryin' to call me.
You were right. This was personal.
[pounding on door]
Thought you moved back to Florida.
Plans change.
(woman) Who's there?
Well, hello, Detective Benson.
Did you miss us?
Patrick Sullivan?
[laughs] Talk about Irish.
Never heard of him.
He seems to have that effect on women.
What happened to your face?
Oh, would you believe a sailing accident?
No, I wouldn't.
Too bad.
It's the truth.
From what I know, you wouldn't know the truth
if it handed you a business card.
You've been spending
too much time with Detective Benson.
She had you on fraud and extortion.
And you walked.
I'm very impressed.
She had a creative imagination.
But no proof.
Well, this is different.
We have an eyewitness.
Wow.
You have a great face.
Where were you Tuesday night?
At home...
with my daughter.
I'm bored.
(Green) I feel your pain.
I mean, you're stuck here with me
when you could be out there blowin' that $500,000
you scammed off of David Glass.
I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.
He picked you out of a photo array.
A lot of girls look like me.
No.
No, they don't.
We got you for fraud.
It's only a matter of time before we add murder.
We'll see.
You are somethin' else.
Thank you.
Hi. This stops now.
(Van Buren) Patrick Sullivan.
Two hours after you say he was shot.
Guy's a real sport, isn't he?
Your eyewitness claims he saw Lorraine Dillon
shoot Patrick Sullivan at 8:00.
So, uh, how is Mr. Sullivan buying rounds
at the Foxhead bar at 10:00?
Time codes mean nothing.
For all we know, this could have been taped...
three weeks ago.
Coulda been, but wasn't.
Game went into extra innings that night.
Go to the bar and check it out.
And contact the league. Verify what time the game ended.
[sighs]
Yeah, he was in here three nights ago.
Real sweet talker.
On the tape,
Sullivan was buying drinks for the house.
Did he happen to say what he was celebrating?
Truth is, I stopped listening.
I've perfected the "smile and pour."
Did he leave alone?
Well, there was talk about taking
the party back to his hotel.
Did he say where he was staying?
The Beaumont.
But when he checked the time,
he said he had somewhere to be, and he bolted.
(Fontana) Have you ever seen either of these two women?
Both were guests of Mr. Sullivan
on separate occasions.
Were either of 'em here Tuesday night?
I couldn't say for certain.
Do you have surveillance cameras in this place?
No, which is precisely why
I can't leave the front desk unattended.
Let me know if you need any further assistance.
All right then. Thank you.
So we can place Sullivan here with Lorraine and April.
And have these glasses tested for prints.
And these for DNA.
That is disgusting. That's a lot of Trojans.
I guess he did more than just talk.
You know, if Glass saw Lorraine pull the trigger at 8:00,
what was Sullivan doin' back here gettin' busy after 10:00?
My guess...
is showering.
He musta wore this when the con went down.
Check it.
They used squibs.
So if they pulled it off,
why'd he go back to the scene?
Strike the set.
That would explain why it was empty when we found it.
So Lorraine and April were the only ones
who knew where he'd be.
So maybe the ladies figured a 50-50 split
is better than a three-way,
so they killed him for his share.
Yeah, I don't know.
The beauty of an elaborate con is
there's never, ever a body.
So what are you thinkin'? A third party?
[phone ringing] I'm thinkin' maybe Sullivan opened up his big mouth,
and somebody wanted a piece of the action.
Yeah?
Oh, you gotta be kiddin' me.
[camera clicking]
Hey, Amy? What happened?
He said to hold his calls
and then he hugged me.
D doesn't hug. I should have known.
Who trashed his office yesterday?
Vykarius.
We're gonna need a phone number on him.
Sure, but he had nothin' to do with this.
He left for Barbados last night.
I booked his jet.
Someone should call D's family.
Careful of his head.
Hey, Ms. Flax.
Any chance of this playin' like a homicide?
Locked door. No sign of a struggle.
I'm callin' it like I see it.
Suicide.
So much for the eyewitness.
So you're telling me that they're gonna walk.
Unless they committed another crime
while they've been under lock and key,
my hands are tied.
We've got nothing to hold them on.
This is a joke.
The videotape killed
the murder charge.
David Glass only witnessed a scam.
Believe me, they did it.
And if they didn't, they paid somebody else to do it.
You got proof? Or just a grudge?
You and me both know that they're dirty.
Can't you hold them on fraud?
With Glass dead, his ID is inadmissible.
Without the money,
there is no proof of fraud.
We picked up April and Lorraine at their apartment
two days after the murder.
Maybe they didn't have a chance to move the money.
Divorce isn't as lucrative as it used to be.
Yeah, that explains why April and Lorraine
are still in the game.
Hey, Green.
Yeah?
What caliber was the gun used to shoot Sullivan?
It's a .38.
Kinda like this one?
And, uh, what, may I ask, are you doing?
Well, as soon as ballistics comes back on this gun,
I'll be arresting your clients
for the murder of Patrick Sullivan.
Oh, my God. Say nothing.
Let me take care of it.
Se had nothing to do with this.
Lorraine, stop talking. (April) Mom, no.
(Lorraine) April, shh.
Shh shh-shh shh shh. No, no, no. No.
Mom. It's okay.
I did it.
I killed Patrick.
It was self-defense.
According to Lorraine's grand jury testimony,
it wasn't a new relationship.
She and Sullivan had an affair ten years ago.
That was then, this is now.
Where does the self-defense claim come in?
C-Could I get a little more breathing room here, pal?
Lorraine claims that the night of the murder,
April came to her and revealed that Patrick Sullivan
had molested her when she was 14 years old.
Lorraine confronted Sullivan,
a verbal argument turned physical.
A mother hen protects her chick
from the very fox she invited into the henhouse.
Kind of a story a jury just loves.
Lorraine Dillon murdered Patrick Sullivan
for his portion of the extortion money.
All we have to do is prove it.
It's going to be an uphill battle.
Motion to exclude evidence of fraud.
(McCoy) We can produce a paper trail
on Mr. Glass' end.
Fabricated account statements
and prospectuses which were generated
by Mr. Sullivan
that provide a direct link.
To who? Patrick Sullivan or my client?
Your client and Patrick Sullivan
were running this scam together.
According to Mr. Glass,
who unfortunately won't be able to take the stand.
Let's show a little respect for the deceased, shall we?
Even if the People could prove
that Glass and Sullivan were ripping off their clients,
their paper trail doesn't lead
anywhere near Lorraine Dillon.
(McCoy) We intend to show
that Ms. Dillon murdered Patrick Sullivan so as to claim
the spoils of their scheme herself.
Documents go to motive.
And their prejudicial effect
outweighs their probative value.
It does not withstand the balancing test.
You've made your point, Mr. Margolis.
Multiple times.
Mr. McCoy,
unless you can provide more of a link--
documents that reference Ms. Dillon directly,
an eyewitness...
I won't allow evidence of fraud in at trial.
We still have the gun,
which ballistics confirms was the murder weapon.
It doesn't prove fraud.
And if we can't provide a compelling motive,
for why Lorraine killed Sullivan...
All the jury hears is her self-defense sob story.
But to tell it, she's going to have to testify.
You think Margolis will risk putting her on the stand?
Lorraine's gift is her power of persuasion.
She's admitted to pulling the trigger,
but they have no evidence that it was done in self-defense.
Her only chance is on the stand,
convincing the jury that she was justified
in shooting Patrick Sullivan.
If she does that,
we can use her as an eyewitness to the fraud.
She's our way in.
It was the greatest mistake of my life.
I was married when I met Patrick
to a man who doted on me.
Loved my daughter as his own.
Yet you didn't leave your husband.
I've made one promise
in my life that I've never broken.
To always do what's best for my child.
April was only 14 at the time,
and she needed a home and a family.
You ended your relationship with Mr. Sullivan.
I didn't see him again for 10 years.
And when your paths crossed again,
things were different?
Right. April was grown.
I was single.
Mr. Sullivan asked you to marry him.
What kept you from saying yes?
[chuckles]
My daughter.
Ms. Dillon?
What did April say?
That Patrick had molested her.
That man raped my baby
when she was 14 years old.
You confronted Mr. Sullivan.
April begged me not to.
I was just...so stupid
that I thought he might have some kind of an explanation.
Instead, he admitted it.
He said that looking at April now
was like looking at me
when we first met.
I lost it.
I snapped.
And I hit him!
And he hit me back.
(Margolis) I'd ask to show
what's been previously marked as People's 37.
You may publish it.
Now, I know how painful this is for you,
but can you tell us what happened next?
Yes. I was on the ground.
His hands were around my neck like this.
And I saw the gun.
He was going to kill me.
All I thought about in that instant
was my little girl.
The next thing I knew,
Patrick was dead,
and I was holding his gun.
[sighs]
Aside from being in love with Mr. Sullivan,
weren't you also business partners?
Absolutely not.
On the night of the murder,
you, Mr. Sullivan,
and your daughter, April Troost,
were involved in an illegal business transaction.
Isn't that correct?
Objection. May we approach?
Mr. McCoy's line of questioning
is in direct violation of your ruling
excluding evidence of fraud.
(McCoy) The ruling specifically calls
for documents or an eyewitness
to allow the fraud in.
Well, you haven't provided either.
You have.
I plan to use your client as an eyewitness to the fraud.
[scoffs] Your Honor?
It's fair game.
You chose to put Ms. Dillon on the stand.
Mr. McCoy has the right
to cross-examine her.
You had no idea
that you were about to marry a con artist
who supported himself
by scamming insurance companies
and stealing Social Security checks from the elderly?
No, I didn't.
I only care about what he did to my daughter.
(McCoy) Isn't your story about sexual misconduct
nothing more than an attempt
to distract from the fact
that the three of you conspired
to extort $500,000
form a Mr. David Glass?
I don't even know who that is.
He was a money manager
who entrusted Mr. Sullivan with half a million dollars
on the night you shot him.
Mr. Sullivan is dead.
The money hasn't been found.
Wouldn't you say that's quite a coincidence?
Objection. Badgering.
Sustained.
He hurt a lot of people.
But I didn't know them.
Isn't it true that you wanted
the money from the scam for yourself?
That's why you shot Mr. Sullivan, isn't it?
I shot him
because he was going to shoot me.
He hurt my child
and he was gonna kill me.
(Borgia) So one or two of the jurors
won't wanna have you at the table for Sunday dinner.
What really matters is whether they believed Lorraine Dillon.
A juror may hear the facts,
but he'll act on emotion.
You had to show there was more to the story.
You didn't have a choice.
Maybe not.
But I have the common sense
not to make the same mistake twice.
You'll take April's cross.
Excuse me?
You said it yourself.
I lost likeability points with the jury.
They'll see anything I do as an attack.
You want a woman to be the one calling April a liar.
You keep asking for trial experience.
You want it or not?
(Margolis) How long did the sexual abuse go on?
A little more than a year.
Why didn't you tell anyone?
If not your mother, a friend, a teacher.
I was 14.
If an adult told you not to say something,
you didn't.
And yet, you knew it was wrong.
I knew my mother was happy.
How could I take that away from her?
So...
why tell her now?
She and Patrick were talking about having children.
I couldn't let another little girl
go through what he did to me.
What was your mother's reaction
when you finally did tell her?
She held me.
You have no idea how good it felt
to finally tell her the truth
and know that she still loves me.
The man who haunted your childhood
reappears in your life and threatens to stay.
That must've been horrifying.
It was.
Your mother testified
that you begged her not to confront Mr. Sullivan.
Is that what happened?
I thought he might hurt her.
And he did.
You saw those pictures.
He was a violent man.
Then why did you go to his hotel room alone?
I thought I could reason with him.
I begged him to stay out of our lives.
Why didn't you call the police?
What could I tell them?
That Mr. Sullivan had molested you.
That your mother was about to face him alone.
That he had a propensity for violence.
But you didn't call anyone, did you?
I tried to stop her.
Isn't the real reason you didn't call the police
because you knew Mr. Sullivan wasn't actually a threat?
Of course he was.
My mother killed him
to try to save her own life.
Really?
When you confronted Mr. Sullivan
in his hotel room about his sexual assault,
did he attack you?
No.
Then why, when your mother faced him
with the very same information,
would he try to kill her?
Objection. Speculation.
Sustained.
Mr. Sullivan never molested you, did he?
I don't know what to say.
(Judge Drake) Just answer the question, Ms. Troost.
Patrick Sullivan and I were lovers.
April, what are you doing?
(Judge) Ms. Dillon!
I am so sorry, Mom.
I can't lie for you anymore.
So Mr. Sullivan didn't molest you?
It was consensual.
It was always consensual.
Your Honor, I have to object.
Overruled.
Did your mother know about the affair?
Patrick told her that night.
That's why she shot him.
That's not true. [gavel banging]
(Judge) Mr. Margolis, control your client!
She killed Patrick out of jealousy.
Whose idea was the molestation claim?
My mother's.
She came home that night.
She told me what she'd done.
She was acting crazy.
She was saying things about Patrick--
things that never happened.
And then she made me say them back, over and over.
And the bruises on her face?
She told me to hit her.
I didn't want to,
but she said I had to.
She said it would help with the story.
You lied to protect the woman
who killed the man you loved?
She's my mother.
What was I supposed to do?
Stop! [gavel banging]
April, how could you do this?
Ms. Dillon, sit down!
After everything I've done for you?
(Judge) That's it. Officer.
Remove the jury.
We will reconvene tomorrow,
when everyone has a hold of themselves.
Can't you see that she's lying to you?
You've got the wrong one, Jack.
I've got your client's confession and a clear motive.
Tell me otherwise.
April came home that night
and told me that she had killed Patrick.
What was her motive?
She said that he had molested her.
I wouldn't make up something like that.
A compelling story.
Why didn't you let April tell it at her own trial?
Because I feel responsible.
I brought Patrick into our lives.
Mr. McCoy,
April knew that I would lie for her.
She played on my greatest weakness.
What's that?
My love for her.
What can you give us?
She agrees to testify to the fraud,
she tells me where the money is,
and we arrest April this afternoon.
No, I can't in good conscience
hand you the rope to hang my client.
You'd have Lorraine on murder and fraud.
Not if she gives me tangible proof
that it was April who pulled the trigger.
I don't have any.
Come on, Jack!
Today was nothin' more than a lot of Sturm und Drang.
The jury's not going for the fraud motive.
And the self-defense claim
is still compelling-- Man Two.
Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice--no deal.
On the charge of Murder in the Second Degree,
how do you find?
We find the defendant guilty.
You don't look satisfied.
Are you?
I think we got the right verdict.
That gun that we found in the apartment,
what if it's April's?
But Lorraine took the blame.
Until April turned on her in court.
She was gasping for air.
I like to think I've been doing this long enough
to tell the difference between the truth and a lie.
Believe me, so would I,
but April still managed to fool me.
A fact which could be affecting your judgment, Detective.
You could be too close on this one.
Close enough to know that we might've just been conned.
That verdict put 500 grand in April's pocket.
You really think April killed Sullivan?
At the very least,
I think she was an accomplice.
So tail April till she goes for the money.
She'll wait till we look the other direction and slip off.
April ran away when she was 14.
Maybe to the same place she'd hide the money.
Well, who else was in their lives then?
The marriage was a sham from the start.
Lorraine wanted my money,
and I was foolish enough to want her.
(Green) But what about April?
April?
She was a magnificent child.
Not only beautiful, but clever.
Lorraine saw her as a threat.
Is that why April ran away?
She didn't run away. She was sent.
By me.
Why?
April was pregnant.
April was 14.
Last thing in the world I wanted
was for Lorraine to ruin another child's life,
so I sent her up to this place in Glens Falls.
They looked after her during her pregnancy, and then arranged
to have the baby adopted.
Do you know who the father was?
I never asked.
Why would April turn to you for help?
She trusted me.
We had a special relationship.
I was her stepfather.
Is that all?
If you'll excuse me, gentlemen,
I gotta get dressed.
(woman) April was a sadhakas--
a short-term resident.
She stayed with us until the baby was born.
We provide girls like April
with solace, support, options.
Like adoption. If that's the mother's wish.
As soon as April arrived,
we began the process of finding
a loving family for her unborn child.
Everything was progressing as planned,
but then-- Wait.
Let me take a guess. Plans changed.
April seemed to embrace
our approach to right living.
She even spoke of staying on after the child's birth.
So what happened?
She went into labor,
left for the hospital,
and we never saw her again.
Wait a second.
Are you telling us that you let a 14-year-old girl
who was in labor drive herself to the hospital?
The facility's cook drove her.
This cook still work here?
So you do know April Troost.
Yeah, I used to.
In the conventional and the biblical sense.
You were sleeping with her.
Not until after we left the facility.
And after the baby?
You know about that, huh?
The people at the ashram said
that you drove April to the hospital.
But there's no record of her
ever giving birth there.
She gave birth in my car.
Why you gotta come around here?
Bringing up bad memories.
Was it a boy or a girl?
It was a little guy.
We could see he wasn't right.
What do you mean?
His face...it was all, like, sunken in.
You know? Like somebody hit him.
April freaked out.
Said we couldn't take him to a doctor
'cause her mom would find us.
Make April go home.
Wouldn't be able to stay together.
[sighs]
They got you on a drug cocktail?
Yeah, eight pills a day.
Shared a needle with a friend.
Now he's dead,
my white cell count's in the basement.
My life went from April to crap.
So why cover up for her?
If you know where that little boy is,
you need to tell me.
She walked into the woods...
with him wrapped in a towel she found in my trunk.
And she walked out alone.
Are you saying April killed her baby?
She said she put it in a trash bag she found.
Dug a hole. Put it down there.
A month later, she was gone.
So was my cash and my car.
I'll see her in hell.
(Borgia) You sure this is where April buried the baby?
Absolutely.
This used to be nothin' but trees.
There goes any chance of finding the baby's remains.
(Green) Or nailin' April for murder.
It was ten years ago.
He didn't see April commit the murder.
We can't produce evidence to substantiate it.
So for April Troost, the rules simply don't apply.
We're not the first ones she's played.
No, but I'd like to be the last.
There's no body.
Everything rests on a spurned lover's word.
We both know April killed her baby.
We can think it. We can't prove it.
April doesn't know that.
What do you have in mind?
Let's con the con.
Hello, April.
You just don't give up.
Why don't you have a seat.
I won't get too comfortable.
You never do seem to be able to keep me here very long.
Where's your lapdog?
Don't need one.
I didn't do anything wrong.
Are you familiar with the Glens Falls area?
Can't say that I am.
Used to be trees as far as the eye could see.
And then a developer bought up the land,
and, uh, they're developing
50 family homes on it.
When the developer broke ground,
they found a little surprise.
Found a shallow grave.
And in it were the remains of a baby.
It was...
a baby John Doe.
Till yesterday.
And I care why? Save it, April.
DNA from the bone marrow
proves that it was yours.
You wrapped your baby in this towel.
And you buried him alive.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Did he cry, April?
Did you wrap the towel tighter to muffle the sound?
Could you still hear him
after you buried him under all that dirt?
I'm not a monster.
I would never hurt my baby.
Well, someone did.
It was Arliss.
I don't know what lies he's been telling you,
but they're not true.
He said he'd take care of it!
I didn't know!
Are you sure, April?
Because we also found a garbage bag.
Everything that Arliss told us to look for was there--
the towel, the bag.
That's because he did it! He killed my baby boy!
Okay, well, the only problem with that is, April,
that Arliss' fingerprints weren't on the bag.
Guess whose were?
I'll give you something on Lorraine.
Come on, April.
We both know that this is the end of the line.
Now, you either plead this out,
or you take your chance with a trial.
I don't know.
I can be pretty convincing.
I was hoping you'd say that.
What is she doing here?
I told them you confessed to me about murdering the baby.
That's a lie.
I told them how you called me that night,
so scared and desperate,
needing your mother.
I never did that.
You were sobbing.
Eaten up with guilt and shame.
Remember, April?
How I told you we'd get through it?
As a family.
When I testify,
the jury's going to love it.
I'm gonna kill you, you bitch!
Ho!
You sit down, April.
Well played, Mom.
What'd you get for talking?
20 years.
I'll cop to the baby as long as I get less than she did.
(Benson) No.
You'll give me a statement.
And then maybe we'll talk about a deal.
Where do I start?
The beginning.
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