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These are their stories.
[art rock music playing loudly]
[mumbling] Ah...I'll kill her.
Stop.
Her music's on.
Well, put a pillow over your head.
I'm gonna kill her.
Lexi? Alexis.
It's upstairs, Dad.
Hey, can you turn it down?
Some people have to work in the morning.
Ahh!
Neighbor came up to complain about the music.
Accidentally opened the door.
(Fontana) Oh, man.
Is she the tenant?
Emily Newton, 22.
Anything missing?
It's tough to tell. Place is kind of a mess.
Forced entry?
Windows and doors are intact.
Hog-tied with a belt so she couldn't pull out of it.
Did she leave a note?
Nothing.
Okay, cut her down. Preserve the knot.
(Green) Wait, hold on. Hold on, hold on.
Oh, man.
Cover her up.
The music started as soon as my parents went to sleep.
Did you hear anything else besides the music?
People's voices.
A man or a woman?
Um, both. They were fighting.
I thought it was the TV.
You can hear everything in this building.
Did either of you know Emily?
No.
Dad, can I go back to sleep?
Yes, Lexi, go. Go back to bed.
Was this the woman with the scars on her face?
Yeah, can you tell us anything about her?
I never noticed her
until a couple of months ago.
I never saw her in the halls.
She didn't go out much.
(landlord) She moved into the building in August.
Paid her rent. Kept to herself.
Do you know if she worked?
I think she did some kind of job over the phone.
Did she have any visitors?
Food delivery guys.
A woman would come by every few days...50s.
Brought over groceries sometimes.
Did you get her name?
She wasn't very talkative.
Any men come by?
(super) I doubt it.
You mean because of the scar?
'Cause she barely let me in to fix the sink.
She stayed in her bedroom the whole time.
She was very shy.
Cause of death was ligature strangulation
between midnight and 1:00.
Any signs of a struggle?
No bruises. Nothing under her nails.
That doesn't rule out homicide, right?
Exactly.
I'd like to wait until after the autopsy
and the tox screen to give you a clearer picture.
So what's the deal with the scar?
Chemical burn. Nasty stuff.
Is it acid?
Or an alkali.
Splash scarring
around the perimeter indicates a corrosive agent
was poured or sprayed.
By someone else? Yeah.
It'd be near impossible to get a burn like this accidentally.
How long ago?
Six months.
Lack of muscle tone indicates she'd been sedentary
for a while.
Kinda thing that would cause someone to be a shut-in,
throw 'em into some kind of a depression?
That's a thought.
Lieu?
(Van Buren) Yeah.
The M.E. thinks
the girl's scarring was inflicted by someone else.
Sure would be nice to know if she was dating anybody
at that time.
Lieu, you all right?
I know this girl.
It's Emily Newton.
Where do you know her from?
She's the daughter...
of one of my oldest friends from, uh...
from John Jay College.
You notify her mother?
(Green) We were just headed that way.
Let me do that.
Okay.
What are we looking at here?
Uh, it could be a suicide,
but there's physical evidence saying otherwise.
Like what?
(Fontana) The front door was open, and she was hog-tied.
And the music was up loud enough to drown out any struggling.
We're thinking that whoever threw the corrosive on her face,
may have returned to finish the job.
Uh-huh, can you put someone in the building last night?
No, canvass turned up nothing.
All right, go back and recanvass.
I'm gonna be gone for a little while.
Can you close the door please?
Yes, Ma'am.
[doorknocker knocking]
Anita.
Hey, Christine.
What's wrong?
It's Emily.
I'm so sorry, Christine.
I, uh...
I need to see her, Anita.
I know.
I'll make it happen as soon as possible.
Thank you.
I knew she'd been so unhappy.
I just didn't know what to do for her.
How long had she been depressed?
A while now.
Since the burn?
Yeah.
Is that why you haven't returned my calls?
Girl, it's been six months.
It was just so awful.
It ate up our whole lives. I didn't wanna burden you.
But I could have helped.
There was nothing to help.
It was a freak accident.
What kind of an accident?
She said that one of her drains was clogged,
and she...
dropped the cleaner,
it hit the table, and splashed her face.
You know, the medical examiner said it was possible
that someone had done it to her.
Well, that's not what Emily told me.
Okay, was she seeing anyone at that time?
I don't think so.
Would Callie know?
Callie's not back from class yet.
And she doesn't even know her sister's dead, Anita.
Christine, if someone burned her--
Listen, Christine. Oh!
It's possible that that same person
was in the apartment with her last night.
And if that's true, I wanna get this guy off the street.
But I'm gonna need your help.
[crying] She said that it was an accident.
Do you believe that?
Yes.
Shh.
Why wouldn't I believe it?
Shh, okay. Okay, shh.
[sobbing]
Okay.
I was sitting with my wife watching baseball.
We hear this girl screaming from out in the hallway.
I ran out my door. It was Emily.
Her face, bright red. I can't even describe it.
Did Emily say what had happened to her?
Poor kid wouldn't talk. She just sat there sobbing.
What about after she got out of the hospital?
I saw her once more after that.
She was always real friendly.
But when she saw me, she looked away.
Never said a word.
All she would say was she had an accident with drain cleaner.
We didn't wanna push it.
Why not?
Let me put it this way,
I've responded to stabbings, a couple of shootings,
to see this was worse.
Was there anyone there? Anything out of the ordinary.
Neat and tidy, which didn't make sense.
If the girl spilled drain cleaner on herself
like she said-- Um-hmm.
where'd the can go?
Emily Newton's tox screen.
Positive for zoldipem and oxycodone.
That's Ambien and Percocet,
which she was prescribed by the burn unit,
but on the night she died she took a handful of each.
You said she died of strangulation.
She did...
after she drugged herself into oblivion.
She doped herself up so she wouldn't feel anything.
All she had to do was get on a chair, rig the noose,
and wait for the cocktail to kick in.
Suicide.
Yeah, there are no other fingerprints on that drain pipe,
but her own.
We re-interviewed that little girl
that lives downstairs.
Now she's certain that the arguing she heard
was on the TV.
We got this from the computer tech unit.
They analyzed Emily Newton's web history:
enditallnow.com,
extremetruth.net.
They're all how-to-kill-yourself websites.
They even show you how to hog-tie your own hands.
None of it adds up to murder, Lieutenant.
You know what? I don't give a damn.
What killed her wasn't the noose.
It was the psycho who burned her face.
So what do you want us to do?
I want you to find the son of a bitch who did it to her.
We were hoping you'd say that.
I took the exam with Anita.
But when I got to the Academy
I didn't think I was cut out for police work,
so my late husband convinced me to work for a bank.
It makes sense. It's safer.
More normal hours.
It gave me a chance to have a family.
Raise my girls.
I know Anita's trying to help, but sometimes she won't take no
for an answer.
Callie, do you know if your sister was seeing anybody?
I think so. But I didn't know his name.
Did you ever see him or meet him?
No.
(Green) Did she ever mention any of their dates?
Yeah, he, uh, he took her with him for the weekend once.
(Green) Did she say where?
Some place up in the mountains.
She said it was really first class, like, $2,000 a night.
Oh, Callie, I'm sure she was exaggerating.
No, she got me a really expensive present
when she was there.
Do you still have it?
Yeah. Hold on.
Please try to keep her out of this.
We'll do our best, Ma'am, but this may be helpful.
The Adirondack Museum. Blue Mountain Lake, New York.
The clientele at Rock Ridge
insist on anonymity.
Look, pal, it's been a very long day.
Will you just please give us the names?
Please don't raise your voice, Sir.
Don't tell me not to raise my voice.
We've come all the way up here from New York.
It doesn't matter if you came all the way from The Vatican,
we don't release the names of our clientele.
Hey, look here, before my partner smacks you,
let me show you what kind of work your clientele does.
This is before.
This is after.
Now she was here the weekend of June 18th
with one of your clientele.
Mr. Corley.
He's one of our regular guests.
He was here a few weeks ago with another young lady.
I don't recognize any of these men.
You can take all the time you need, Mrs. Hill.
I told you before I never saw him in the first place.
You see, we thought that maybe
if you had forgotten an instance
that something like this would jog your memory a little.
No, I'm sorry. I really need to get home.
I hate leaving Callie alone right now.
I understand.
I'll get an officer to drop you off.
I don't understand what you're following here, Anita.
A hunch, Christine.
Look, if anything comes to you, you got my cell.
All right. All right.
She barely looked at the photos.
Yeah, I saw that too.
What do we have on Jason Corley?
He has some kind of art consulting business.
It looks like a shell he runs his personal expenses through.
Jason Corley's sheet.
Assault in Miami Beach.
Aggravated battery in Aspen, Colorado.
He hits all the hot spots.
That's not all he hits. Why isn't this man in jail?
He pled out to misdemeanors
because the women he assaulted wouldn't cooperate.
Maybe we should go have a friendly conversation
with this dude.
See if you can find someone who can put Corley
in Emily's neighborhood the day she was burned.
And you two, pay a visit to this new girlfriend.
Jason saw me through the window one day and asked me to dinner.
He took me to Chanterelle.
Yeah, we hear he's quite the ladies' man.
Good-looking and rich.
Meets my requirements.
So why all the questions?
Just a few problems with his finances.
His trust fund?
Exactly.
Although I do have to admit, the guy does pretty well
for himself.
He picked me up to go out one night,
next thing I know we're on Air France to Paris
for the weekend.
What's going on?
Listen, he ever get rough with you?
That's not about his finances.
(Green) Listen, in all seriousness,
the last girl that was with this dude
ended up with drain cleaner in her face.
Jason would never do that. He did.
And there's nothing saying he wouldn't do it to you.
Something on your mind?
Under his sink in his bathroom
there are four cans of industrial drain cleaner.
Officers.
Well, actually it's detectives.
Come in.
Justine said you had some concerns
about my plumbing problems.
Actually we're here about Emily Newton.
Why?
She made some very serious accusations against you.
I heard she died.
One of my friends saw the obituary.
You don't seem to be too shook up about it.
I feel terrible. How did it happen?
She hooked up with the wrong dude.
I haven't seen her in six months.
Was that your decision or hers?
Emily was a great girl. We had fun for a while.
Then we moved on.
When was the last time you saw her?
You got the wrong idea about me.
Hey, man, you mind if I use your bathroom?
So you can look under the sink for drain cleaner?
Which I bet you've already moved.
A few days ago, after I used it to unclog a drain.
Now tell me when Emily died, and my lawyer will send you
my signed alibi, okay?
Anything?
Only that he's a snotty bastard.
How 'bout you?
Wilson canvassed Emily's old neighborhood.
No one could remember six months ago.
But there's a hardware store around the corner.
This was an hour before she was attacked.
That's Corley. Yeah.
Now he's buying a can of something,
but you really can't see what it is.
(Fontana) Lieutenant, all this does is put him in the area
at the time of the attack,
and you know that we can't arrest him for that.
If we don't catch a break here, we're dead in the water.
Maybe it's for the better if this just went away.
Christine, I'm a tell ya, I'm having trouble
understanding your reaction to this.
It didn't happen to you, Anita.
No doubt, but I think you know something,
and you're afraid to tell me.
I understand police procedure.
I understand you need to ask me these questions--
Come on, I'm not here as a police officer.
I'm here as your friend.
Then as my friend, please leave this alone and let us heal.
He's a serial abuser, Christine.
He's gonna do it again.
Not here he won't.
And you don't understand because it's not your child at risk.
And Emily doesn't deserve more?
Or are we not just talking about Emily here?
Please, just let this go.
Christine, has he made threats against Callie too?
I can't do this.
Did he call here?
Anita, I can't lose another child.
And you won't if you'll let me put this man away,
but, girl, you got to come clean.
Why are you all over me?
You remember when I was a rookie?
And I wanted to quit
because all the crap I was taking on the job?
Well, you said to me, "Don't let them beat you."
And the reason I hung in
was because you wouldn't let me give up.
And I'm not gonna let you give up now.
[sighs]
"Mighty Drain."
He's been sending them here for how long?
One a month since Emily was burned.
Did you see how they're addressed?
Son of a bitch. "To Callie."
Emily spotted the first one, and I intercepted the rest.
Oh, Christine.
She made me swear that I wouldn't tell a soul.
Look, I'm gonna take these to get tested.
Maybe there's fingerprints or DNA.
You don't need to.
One of those photos you showed me, it was him.
And I saw him outside her apartment
on the day Emily was burned.
Do you understand now, Anita?
It's gonna be all right.
Because we're gonna get through this.
Okay?
Hey, what are you doing?
Can I help you? Hello!
Get up!
(Fontana) Come on, up. Let's go, let's go.
Call Terrence. He's in Anguilla.
Who's Terrence? My lawyer.
That's good. You're gonna need him.
Does he have a computer here?
Yeah, he just got a new laptop yesterday-- Allison!
Would you shut up?
Get him out of here.
Where is the old one?
Um, he threw it away a few days ago.
Hey, what am I supposed to do now?
Cancel the creep's appointments for the next 25 years.
(Green) So you're just gonna sit there like you're perfectly innocent?
You have nothing.
(Fontana) Show him what we got.
Video stills from where you bought the Mighty Drain.
Your DNA on one of the envelopes
you sent to Callie Newton.
(Fontana) That's six more charges
of felony intimidating a witness
that we can add to the counts.
I don't know anything about these charges.
So what happened? Did she dump you?
Throw a drink in your face? Humiliate you? What?
We're making up scenarios now?
I'm just trying to understand
the story behind disfiguring a girl.
Why do that?
(Fontana) Yeah, why not just move on to the next girl
like the babe in the clothing store?
That's exactly what I did do.
(Green) After you left your mark on Emily.
Not true.
So you couldn't have her, you destroy her face
so nobody else would want her?
It would take a very sick person indeed to do that,
don't you think?
Do I look sick to you?
(Fontana) Well, to me you look a spoiled little son of a bitch
who never did an honest day's work in his miserable life.
If it makes you happy, let's say that is who I am.
Then why would I risk staining my $600 shirt
throwing drain cleaner into the face of some gutter-trash slut?
(Green) Are you trying to get smacked?
(Corley) My idiot assistant knows what I looked like
when you picked me up.
Which she'll testify to if you beat me.
So go for it.
Our line-up witness is here.
Is there anything you wanna say before we do this, Corley?
Not a thing, Officer.
Come on.
Well, he's not buying into the DNA scam
or any other thing we're trying to sell him.
If we don't get an ID here, we're back where we started.
Christine.
Now you know the drill.
You can see them, but they can't see you.
(Green) Do you recognize anybody here?
Number two.
Where do you recognize him from?
He was the man who was dating Emily.
The one I saw
waiting in his car at her building
the day she was burned.
Listen, I'm gonna talk to the ADA
to make sure he doesn't get bail.
This is gonna go to court.
Oh...
I don't think I can do this.
Look, look, I know this is hard, but we can do this.
No,can't.
It's not him.
I won't go through with it.
Christine, you know good and well
what you just said undermined your ID.
Let me go, Anita.
It means Corley could walk out of here.
Is that what you want, Christine?
Christine.
We're done.
Good.
Everything all right?
Yeah, everything's fine.
Listen, um, write up the complaint, and call the DA.
(Fontana) Okay.
(Clerk) Docket number 6-0-0-2-9.
People v. Jason Corley.
Assault in the first degree.
Six counts of intimidating a witness in the third degree.
Mr. Corley pleads not guilty to all charges.
People on bail.
The defendant poured industrial drain cleaner
on the victim's face.
He mailed labels from the brand that he used
to her sister to assure her silence.
The people request remand.
This is an assault case without a single eyewitness
or a shred of forensic evidence.
What's the alleged motive, Ms. Borgia?
The people can only surmise it was some kind
of romantic dispute.
(judge) The victim won't tell you?
She committed suicide, Your Honor.
(judge) We'll put it on for Friday.
But if you come back without an indictment, Ms. Borgia,
I'll have no choice but to R-O-R him.
So you have an assault indictment but no complainant.
A suicide cuts both ways, Mr. Putney.
(Putney) I think I got the bigger slice.
Really?
There's a video of your client buying drain cleaner
an hour before the crime.
There's no proof what caused her injuries.
And if you can tell that's Mighty Drain on the tape,
I'm George Clooney.
The victim's mother is quite clear about her recollection.
Who knows if she'll even show up--
(Putney) Please don't speak, Jason.
Okay. What's the offer?
20 years consec time on the other counts.
It's a gift, Mr. Corley.
Is it?
I guess that's a no.
Good.
I'll be asking for 45 when all is said and done.
Before you leave, Mr. McCoy, my pre-trial motions.
Serve them on my office.
So we're looking at a trial.
Eventually.
The defense moved for a Wade hearing
to suppress Christine's identification.
Anything to be concerned about?
Just the usual boilerplate--
The line-up violated the defendant's right
to due process.
We'll put one of your detectives on the stand, piece of cake.
When?
First thing tomorrow.
Well, I don't wanna pull them off of what they're doing.
I can handle the hearing.
Getting quite a workout on this one, Anita.
It's not a problem.
I hope you're right.
(Van Buren) We put the suspect in the lineup room with five fillers.
They were all roughly the same height, weight, and skin tone.
What happened then, Lieutenant?
Mrs. Hill was brought to the one-way mirror.
Detective Green asked her, did she recognize anyone
in the lineup.
She said she did. Number two.
And just to be clear, who is number two?
Jason Corley. The defendant.
(McCoy) Nothing further, Your Honor.
So, Christine Hill was shown a photograph of my client
prior to the lineup, wasn't she?
Yes, she was shown a photo array with his picture
over a week before.
Uh-huh.
And she didn't make an identification,
did she, Lieutenant?
No, but she was looking at a five-year-old DMV photo.
Were you the only police officer present at this line-up?
No, Detectives Fontana and Green were there as well.
And if I'm not mistaken,
you have a prior relationship with this witness?
(Van Buren) That's right.
We went to school together.
So you knew the victim as well?
Yes, I did.
Judge, at this time I call on
the people to produce these police officers at this hearing.
So the defense can go on a fishing expedition?
It is highly irregular, Mr. Putney.
No, we should not have to accept
one officer's rendition of these events.
Particularly someone with a personal relationship.
Who knows what subtle pressures were brought to bear
on Mrs. Hill at this line-up?
Mr. McCoy, I'm sure Detective Fontana
can spare an hour of his time tomorrow.
I'll check his availability.
(Green) Hey, Lieu.
Hey.
How'd it go?
Wanna see Fontana tomorrow.
Really? Why?
The defense lawyer's trippin'.
It's no big deal. I can move a few things around.
It's a bigger deal than you think.
Remember when Christine left the squad
after the line-up?
She panicked. She did a 180 on her ID.
So you had to say that on the stand.
No.
Damn.
Hey, Lieutenant.
Yeah.
I don't care.
And I'm gonna go testify tomorrow that what I saw was
a completely legitimate by-the-book line-up
with a positive ID.
Not a chance, Fontana.
I got to see McCoy on this one.
She must be a good friend.
Yes, I've known her 20 years.
And what would you have done if Putney had broadened
the scope of his questions?
I would have copped to what Christine said.
But you just got lucky. That was it.
She was terrified, Jack. And for good reason.
It's damn near perjury.
And you never push the envelope?
I thought we were on the same team here.
We are.
But your actions have put any hope of conviction
in serious jeopardy.
Jack, without this ID,
we would not have had an arrest.
Corley would be on the street.
Which may be the same place our case ends up.
I'll take the hit on this.
It's all on me.
I appreciate you falling on your sword,
but we have bigger issues.
Like how do we keep this from tanking our case?
A sin of omission bordering on perjury.
I do not like for this office
to be used by the police like this.
Well, it isn't at all like Lieutenant Van Buren.
That's an awfully forgiving attitude
considering the spot she just put you in.
Giving you half the facts and dancing around the truth.
If he was of a mind to,
Putney could accuse us of collusion.
We didn't collude.
That won't matter to a jury
because your credibility will be zero.
Any chance of leveraging the plea?
Putney'd smell desperation
the minute we walked in the door.
Then you have no choice.
Put Van Buren back up there and let her eat crow.
We'd be looking at a dismissal.
Maybe you can do
some damage control by pointing out
just how terrifying the witness intimidation was.
I don't think that'll do it, Arthur.
Well, maybe it won't.
But at this point it's your only shot.
After Ms. Hill made
a positive identification of Jason Corley,
we walked to my office,
where she became increasingly agitated.
And then she said she was having second thoughts.
What exactly did she say?
(Van Buren) Something to the effect
I can't go through with it. It's not him.
(McCoy) Did that indicate to you that she had doubts
about the man she identified?
Not in the least. She was shaking.
It indicated to me that she was frightened.
What happened to justify her fear?
Drain cleaner labels were sent to her home
in an attempt to intimidate her.
Every time her younger daughter would go out, she wouldn't know
if she was coming home
or what her face would look like if she did.
So let me get this straight.
The witness said, "It's not him."
He terrorized her.
Maybe she was shaken because she had falsely accused
Mr. Corley of an unspeakable crime.
Please. We all know what went on here.
What's going on here, Lieutenant,
is that you concealed the fact
that your witness recanted her identification.
She didn't recant.
Whatever it was, you forgot to tell us.
I was asked about the line-up. I answered honestly.
You came into this courtroom to hoodwink this court.
Did you or did you not, Lieutenant?
I admit I should have been more forthcoming.
But Christine Hill made a positive identification.
And I knew that the system would take her moment of panic
and hand this man a free pass,
so I did what I thought was necessary to make sure
that wasn't going to happen.
So you would do it again?
(judge) Enough. I'm granting the Wade motion.
The line-up identification of the defendant is suppressed.
Your Honor--
Don't say another word, Mr. McCoy.
Lieutenant Van Buren came within a whisker of committing perjury.
Do the people have enough evidence
to bring Mr. Corley to trial without the line-up?
Absolutely.
Without Christine's ID, we don't have a prayer.
We can prove Corley was dating Emily.
We have him on the store video
on her block an hour before the incident.
The threatening letter he sent is a match for his printer.
And 80,000 other ones.
It's paper thin, Anita.
We'll be lucky to get our case to a jury.
Then go ahead. Dismiss the case.
There's another way to deal with this.
(McCoy) After reassessing the evidence
against Mr. Corley, the people have concluded
that we cannot prove the charges
against him beyond a reasonable doubt.
We're moving to dismiss the indictment.
Mr. Putney.
We consent and ask that Mr. Corley be released
from custody immediately.
So ordered.
Behave yourself, Mr. Corley.
I always do, Judge.
So you're gonna wear a wire on your boyfriend.
You're crazy.
And you're going to get him to admit
what he did to Emily Newton.
And why would I do this?
Because you took a pinch for a call girl operation.
So what?
So we checked your phone, and you've been calling a lot
of different guys lately.
I got a lot of friends.
(Green) Oh, we did some research on a few of your friends.
One of them is the head of an investment bank.
He's married as I recall.
(Green) Uh-huh.
Do we need to call him to out his whoring,
prove that you're back selling ass again?
It's called violation of a conditional discharge,
and you will do every day
of those three years, and the same goes
if you tip off your boyfriend again.
Do I make myself clear?
(Van Buren) Just nod your head
if you hear me, Justine.
Fontana, you guys in position?
We're all set, Lieutenant.
We got a picture, Lieutenant.
(Van Buren) Okay, Corley's pulling into the parking lot.
Yeah, I saw him.
Here we go.
Hey, gorgeous.
(Corley) What's so urgent?
Just haven't seen you in a while.
Do you want to eat?
Let's order in.
You high?
You're acting like a twitch.
Just happy to see you.
You are high. Good.
Okay, guys, they're heading up to Corley's apartment.
(Justine) Something's been bugging me, baby.
What?
Those charges.
I told you, those idiot cops tried to frame me.
It was dismissed.
Take it slow, Justine.
It's just an awful thing to happen to somebody.
Drop it.
(Corley) Why are you asking so many questions anyway?
Sorry.
Just leave it alone.
Do what he says. Come back to it later.
You want Thai food?
(Corley) Whatever.
What is she doing?
Stick with it, Justine. Stay with it.
You want weed?
No.
Since when do you not want weed?
Since right now.
What's with you today?
(Justine) Everything's fine.
(Corley) Are you pregnant?
I swear to God, you better not be!
I'm not pregnant.
I was just lonely.
[doorbell rings]
What was that?
Sounded like the doorbell.
(Fontana) A delivery guy?
I didn't see a delivery guy go in the building.
I'll get it.
Who are you?
Oh, my God. It's Callie.
Move in!
Ahh! My eyes!
What did you do to my eyes?
She just splashed him in the face with something.
Move in! Move in!
(Corley) Bitch.
(Callie) I want you to know what it feels like!
(Corley) I'll show you what it feels like.
I'll burn your eyes out.
I'll do worst to you than I did your slut sister!
I want my lawyer! You're all gonna be fired.
You're the ones who are gonna go to jail!
Get him out of here.
What did you throw on him?
Vinegar.
I was scammed.
Very nicely, I might add.
And if I remember correctly, you consented
to the dismissal that set everything in motion.
This is your fault.
Shut up, Jason.
It's over, Mr. Corley.
I'll get a new lawyer.
Take this to trial. She will never show up.
Did Callie Newton look scared to you?
(McCoy) On top of your confession,
we've located the woman you pummeled in Colorado.
She's looking forward to a trip to New York.
She wouldn't testify the first time around.
(McCoy) After she heard what you did
to Emily Newton, she offered to pay her own way.
If I don't leave here with a guilty plea, Mr. Corley,
I promise, you'll do 45 years hard time.
They'll wheel me out
of my retirement home to be at your parole hearings.
You bastards.
C.O.!
You should take the deal, Jason.
I am!
Just get it over with.
Let's go! It's about time.
25 years.
Let's calendar it right away before he changes his mind.
So are we done?
You mean am I going to file a complaint
against Lieutenant Van Buren?
I have two daughters myself.
Hey.
D.A. called me.
I know.
How's Callie?
She's good.
Thank you, Anita.
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