In New York City's war on crime
the worst criminal offenders are pursued
by the detectives of the Major Case Squad.
These are their stories.
For years, he went to the gym every evening at 7:00.
Then two weeks ago, he started going in the morning.
It's no problem.
Hello, Jack.
Hey, how are you?
Do you have to do that?
Relax.
That's me.
I'll be right back.
Yes?
I was just thinking about you...
You're welcome.
I remembered you liked tulips, so I thought...
Yes.
Yes, that'll be fine.
It's Part 42, Judge Ross.
I'll see you there.
Do you have to do that?
Relax.
Mr. Keefer waited till his victim
reached a deserted part of Second Avenue
before striking her.
He then ran into the subway and got rid of his coat and hat.
When he was stopped by the police,
he gave a false name and address.
What if anything did you conclude from this behavior?
He attacked his victim
not because of some delusion,
but because she rejected his advances at work.
In those respects, he does not meet
the criteria for a plea of not guilty
by reason of mental disease or defect.
Thank you, Doctor.
Thank you, Mr. Carver.
Before cross-examination of the expert witness, the court calls
a 15 minute recess.
It meant a lot to me
you were there this afternoon.
I know you had to rush--
and don't worry, I'll take care of that traffic ticket.
Thank you, that's very sweet of you.
About Saturday, if you can't...
No, no, I cleared my schedule.
Thank you.
She really needs to talk to someone.
No, thanks.
Thank you, I have to drive home.
Sara, listen, um...
As part of my per diem, the D.A. got me a suite here tonight.
We could finish this bottle up there.
That's a very tempting offer.
Please say yes.
It's too soon, Charles.
I hope you understand.
Sure, sure...
Everything in good time.
Thank you so much for coming on this very special day for Ricky.
So much has happened these last few months,
but Richard has acted like a man and I am...
very, very proud of him.
Seeing him grow up like this,
I just wish his sister Sophie'd stay a little girl forever.
Everybody, this is, uh...
this is Lauren.
Hi, honey.
Well, thank you and enjoy yourselves.
How he dares invite that bimbo...
I'm sorry, Julie.
He just makes me so mad.
Sara.
Charles.
This is my sister, Julie.
And this is Sophie.
This is Dr. Webb.
Oh, Charlie'll do.
And how are you, Sophie?
Good.
Why don't we all sit over there?
You know, I don't know...
It can only help.
Sara, you can't force these things.
Whenever you're ready.
She's ready now.
Come on.
Have you seen Sophie?
She's fine.
Who's that with her?
A friend of mine.
Excuse me.
Sophie, you come with Daddy, please.
Dr. Larry Feldman.
Dr. Charles Webb. -Oh?
What specialty?
Psychiatry.
I warned you.
I'm so sorry.
Yeah, Leeza Goldman is hot.
I don't know.
When you slow dance with her,
she like moves up and down against you.
It's weird.
Dude, you don't like that?
You guys been waiting long?
Uh-huh.
You okay in there?
Freddie, you got the key?
Yeah.
I can hear the faucet running.
Dad...
Dad! Dad!
Come on, come on...
Dad! Dad!
Come with me.
Dad!
The deceased is a Dr. Larry Feldman.
This was his kid's Bar Mitzvah.
Nice.
Anybody see him go into the can?
No, and nobody heard a shot.
The rest of the place was open for business?
Yeah, for lunch.
We took down everybody's name when we got here.
Good work.
I'm going to need the credit card receipts
from the restaurant, plus a list of all the employees.
Thanks.
Small caliber weapon
probably with a silencer
at close range, no exit wound.
Slug's still in his noggin.
Looks like he was kneeling over the toilet when he was shot.
Scuff marks on his knees.
Gin.
He didn't have any enemies.
He's a heart surgeon, for God's sake.
He saved people's lives.
I'm very sorry.
How long had you been together?
Four months next week.
Dr. Feldman's divorced?
He's separated.
They're still working it out.
The divorce, I mean.
How's that been going?
Not good.
His ex-wife was here.
I guess she took the kids home.
This is so awful, he was so...
What was Dr. Feldman drinking at the reception?
Red wine.
He only ever drank red wine.
And these people
these animals, they just left him there for Ricky to see...
Victim's Services has grief counselors for your kids.
I'll give you the number.
-We need to talk to you about your divorce.
Sophie, sweetie, why don't you go sit with Auntie Sara?
Okay?
Come on, sweetie.
Were there any outstanding issues
between you and Dr. Feldman?
Alimony, division of property?
No, that was all settled.
Custody?
We were working that out.
Larry was... very possessive of our children.
It's going to be tough for them without their father.
It's a horrible thing to do to them.
I guess the custody issue's been worked out.
You like it?
Yes, especially if it's by the artist I think it is.
Is this a Judas Ullulaq?
Yes, from 1986.
He died a couple of years ago.
His pieces are hard to come by.
We'll take it.
How soon can you deliver it? -Really?
Well, Thursday next week, if that's fine with you?
The address is 247 East 54th.
Charles, no, I can't accept this.
It's obvious how much you like it.
It's too generous.
I really can't.
All right.
Make the delivery to 741 Park Avenue, Apartment 8D.
This way you can enjoy it any time you come over.
What's wrong?
Sara, I am a psychiatrist.
You've been preoccupied all afternoon.
Now what's the matter?
When I came home last night,
there were 14 calls from you on the machine.
I was just concerned about you.
I told you I was going out with Julie.
I forgot.
That's what happens when you're involved with an older man.
Are we involved?
I thought so.
I really do enjoy our time together.
Let's just see where it goes.
"Victim was kneeling in a humiliation posture when shot."
What's that about?
The perp wanted to humiliate him before killing him.
"Odor of gin was present, possibility perpetrator
consumed gin or martini at restaurant."
Shaken or stirred?
Well, we've got the waiters working with a sketch artist.
Restaurant said they served 92 lunches for the Bar Mitzvah.
Our officers only counted 78 guests when they got there.
14 people skipped.
73 names.
Great, we're going backwards.
Do you have a master list?
Um... 112 people were invited, 103 said they were coming.
These are the money gifts?
Uh, yes, I didn't know what to do with it all
so I brought it back here.
Silvia and Adam Bornstein.
Dr. and Mrs. Lawrence Chen.
A grand in c-notes.
No card.
Just "Tommy L." on the envelope.
He's not on the list.
It's probably Mr. Lucci.
He was a patient of Dr. Feldman's.
When?
Last year, quadruple bypass.
Oh, right.
Tommy "Thumbs" Lucci.
Heart attack from too much canoli.
The Bonanno's threw him a retirement party.
He and Dr. Feldman close?
Mr. Lucci was very thankful.
The operation saved his life.
How'd Lucci show his appreciation?
I'm not quite sure.
I heard Dr. Feldman talking to him on the phone
about his divorce.
I think Mr. Lucci was helping him.
Feldman v. Feldman
custody hearing transcript.
-Thanks. -Help yourself.
Getting anywhere?
Well, alimony orders.
Feldman was pulling down $700,000 a year,
and the judge awarded Mrs. Feldman $1,000 a month.
Out of $5 million in community assets,
Mrs. Feldman gets $300,000.
Who is this judge, The Honorable O.J.?
No, Your Honor Edwin Rankin.
Rankin?
I have Lucci's pedigree here.
Lucci's lawyer, Harold Rankin.
You think they're related?
A divorce judge--
the gift that keeps on giving.
I guess that's how Lucci
was helping Feldman with his divorce.
There's one more thing.
Three weeks ago, Judge Rankin issued a gag order.
Who's the order binding on?
Dr. and Mrs. Feldman and their lawyers
the immediate families...
and Saint Matthew's Hospital.
I can't talk about it.
The hospital lawyers said I could get sued.
We understand about lawyers.
You're a pediatric nurse, isn't that right?
-Yes. -So the gag order's about a child
who was treated here? One of the Feldmans' kids?
Please...
We don't want you to say anything
you're not comfortable with.
Who did the lawyers say could sue you?
Dr. Feldman.
Well, don't worry, he's dead.
Which of the kids was it, the little girl?
Her mother brought her in.
She was listless and she said she had pain in her groin.
She had just come back from visiting her father.
Mrs. Feldman accused her husband of abusing her.
Were you there when they examined her?
No, just at the beginning.
I was called away.
But, from what I saw
her genital area was red and inflamed.
Well, I'd kill him.
The District Attorney had the gag order lifted.
Now we want to hear what happened from you.
Uh, Sophie had spent the night at Larry's,
and when I went to pick her up,
she was groggy, uh,
she could barely walk to the car.
On the way home, she said
her privates hurt.
I checked.
Something was definitely wrong.
I asked her what happened.
She said it was Daddy.
I went right to the hospital.
Did they say she'd been molested?
They didn't say anything.
A case worker... from the Children's Protective Services
interviewed me and said he was going to interview Larry,
but all of a sudden,
uh, Judge Rankin imposed a gag order.
He basically stopped the investigation in its tracks.
But the custody visits continued?
Yeah, we couldn't stop it.
I checked Sophie every time she came back from Larry's.
It didn't happen again.
You couldn't be sure it wouldn't.
No.
You were terrified and angry you couldn't protect her.
You thought all kinds of crazy things.
Anyone in your situation would.
If you did something to protect your little girl,
anyone could understand that.
Julie, I'm just a divorce attorney.
I don't have a lot of experience in criminal matters
but I'm going to advise you
not to answer any more questions right now.
She's free to leave, right?
If that's what she wants to do.
Let's go, Julie.
New car?
Yes.
Fives, tens, 20s? What is this?
You been saving up from your paper route?
Ben Franklin's on the hundred-dollar bill.
I can't stand Franklin.
He had no respect for women.
He used them, did you know that?
Right.
How much is in here?
$23,000.
We said 50. Where's the rest?
I want you to do something else for me.
What, are you nuts?
They're bothering my girlfriend's sister.
These are very bad people.
Yeah, they're bad people.
They're New York City detectives.
Forget it. I'm not doing this.
I knew it. They got to you.
You're working for them now.
You're carrying a listening device.
Is that it on your wrist?
This is a $15 watch.
You'd better have the rest of my money
by the end of the week, Doc,
or I'll give you something real to worry about.
My interview with the child confirmed
in my own mind, there was abuse.
Dr. Feldman denied it,
and because of the gag order,
I couldn't follow up with other witnesses.
Mrs. Feldman was very angry, but what could I do?
Did she make any threats against Dr. Feldman?
No.
Did any of her family or friends contact you?
No.
Did you talk to the D.A.'s office?
No. It was too early to get them involved.
But what about the Special Victims Unit?
Not in Manhattan.
But I got a request for a copy of my file
from the Westchester Police.
They heard about the abuse,
and they wanted to do their own investigation.
Why the Westchester Police?
Apparently, Dr. Feldman had a country home up there.
Well, not according to our files, he doesn't.
I never got a report about a Dr. Feldman,
and I never requested one.
Here's the request, Lieutenant.
Yes, that's our stationery,
but the requesting officer, Detective Petrecca?
No such person in my unit.
The report was faxed to this number.
That's not our fax number.
That's the Narcotics Squad, third floor.
And they don't have a Detective Petrecca either.
I ran comparisons between the slug we got
from Feldman's skull,
and every gun recovered by the Westchester Police
in the last three years.
Your gut did not fail you.
Actually, it was her idea.
Sorry.
I found one weapon that's a perfect match.
A. 32 caliber Rossi 88 with a silencer.
Recovered in a drug bust in White Plains.
The weapon was duly checked
into the Westchester Police Property Room
where it sat for three weeks,
until someone noticed that it was missing.
A cop.
Good thing to know our hit man has a day job.
Westchester will look into the missing gun,
but don't expect them to strain any muscles.
Yes. You checked under the maiden name, too?
Okay, thanks.
So far, I haven't turned up any member
of Mrs. Feldman's family in law enforcement.
Her parents are retired, living in Saratoga.
I got a trace out on his wife's family.
I'm looking at DMV records.
Julie Feldman's sister, Sara Lindstrom,
had a traffic ticket dismissed two weeks ago.
No court appearance, no hearing.
Someone just double-clicked on delete.
I'm not following.
You're from the Major Case Squad,
and you're asking me about a traffic violation?
If you people have run out of things to do,
I've got a couple of unsolved homicides.
We're just curious about what other favors
you might've done for Ms. Lindstrom.
Other favors?
Like helping her hire a cop to kill her brother-in-law.
Larry Feldman, the heart surgeon.
Okay, first of all, I don't know Sara Lindstrom.
The ticket, that was a favor to her boyfriend.
Who is?
Webb. Dr. Charles Webb.
Webb, the forensic shrink?
Yes.
He does a lot of work for the D.A.'s office.
And the Police Benevolent Association.
Over the last seven years, Webb's conducted
Fitness-For-Duty evaluations on five cops up in Westchester,
two of them in Narcotics.
I don't see anybody here.
Try this one.
This guy.
I think he was in the bar.
Do you remember what he was drinking?
Gin and tonic.
Okay, thank you.
We'll be in touch.
Officer Michael Stovic,
Westchester P.D., Narcotics.
11-year veteran, four years Narcotics.
Last year, Stovic was suspended, pending an excessive force
investigation.
The suspension's about to get permanent.
Not with this evidence.
Gin or no gin, that I.D. is iffy.
And his connection to Webb doesn't necessarily mean
what you want it to mean.
It's a coincidence?
He's a cop, Alex, just like us.
So till I see different, yeah, it's a coincidence.
I love everything about this job except that--
the buddy-boy system.
What? Did I say something?
Uh, let's go find Officer Stovic.
They're delivering it tomorrow.
I thought this'd be a good spot for it.
Or maybe it's too cluttered.
No, it'll work here.
You have so many books.
I hardly have any time to read anymore.
I make time for my passions.
Listen, instead of going out
we could fix something here.
I'm a pretty good cook.
We could make a fire.
I really would prefer if we just went out.
I just... I don't feel ready yet.
Listen, we've been seeing each other now for a couple of months.
Ever since my divorce,
I lost hope of meeting someone who...
I feel we have a strong connection.
A connection based on respect and trust.
Yes, I think that's true.
I just...
I don't feel ready yet.
I understand.
You've had a lot on your mind.
Yeah.
Larry's murder, the children...
Thank God Sophie's safe now.
When you found out what Larry had done to Sophie,
did you ever think of doing something about it
if you had the chance?
Yes, I admit, I had that thought.
Well, I did something.
I had Larry killed.
What?
I paid somebody to kill him.
All the pain he was causing
what he did to your niece, and no one to stop him.
But I did.
You're serious.
Of course I'm serious.
Why are you looking at me like that?
I thought you'd be grateful.
You just said he should be stopped.
Grateful?
What were you thinking?
He was a monster, Sara.
Isn't that what you wanted?
Uh, I have to go home, I'm sorry.
Sara, you can't go.
I did it for you.
Charles, don't...
For God's sake, I saved your niece.
It's all you've ever talked about.
You can't deny me.
Charles, if you don't get out of my way...
Sara, if you do anything foolish,
like tell anybody...
You know what I'm capable of now.
Beer, whatever you have on tap.
Coming up.
I'm Nina. Are you Mike?
Dr. Webb told you about me, didn't he?
He said I could find you here.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I'm sorry.
My mistake.
Wait up.
Let's go to my car.
So, why would Webb talk to me about you?
Did he talk to you or didn't he?
I haven't heard from the guy
since my suspension.
You a cop?
Yeah.
You got a job problem?
First, turn on the engine.
I got a problem
about being recorded.
My dirtbag ex-husband's messing with my little girl.
She's eight.
My ex is a cop
and he threatened my lawyer
and now he won't return my calls.
I tried talking to the Brass,
and it's the old buddy-boy system.
Hey, I'm sorry. It's got nothing to do with me.
Webb told me you were a good guy,
that you'd done this kind of thing before.
I got money, not a lot...
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
I don't know what Webb told you,
but you can't listen to that guy.
I can't help you.
You'd just better get out of here now.
Mike, please, just look.
This is my little girl
-Mandie... -Oh, no, don't-don't show me that!
Just get out, will you, already?
You guys are all the same.
Big damn heroes.
Doc?
Now you listen to me and you listen good, you son of a bitch.
You'd better keep your mouth shut about what happened,
or I'll shut it for you.
You know exactly what I'm talking about.
I don't need you drumming up business for me!
Understand?
Stupid mother...
Freeze, Stovic!
You're under arrest.
You keep your mouth shut about what happened,
or I'm going to shut it for you.
Calm down, Mike. I don't know what you're talking about.
You know exactly what I'm talking about.
I don't need you drumming up business for me, understand?
That stuff about engine noise and radios?
It's not true.
Infer what you want from that conversation.
It doesn't prove a thing.
It's the icing on everything else.
The eyewitness, the missing gun.
Only bright spot I can see, Mike...
is your motive.
It wasn't about the money.
It was the abuse.
That's why you got a copy of the report.
To make sure it was true.
Because you have a history with that
in your own childhood.
It came up on your
Fitness-For-Duty evaluation.
Webb knew that.
And I think your lawyer can make a good argument
to the D.A.
that Webb psychologically manipulated you
into doing this killing.
I really do, Mike.
I want a signed plea agreement from the D.A.
Then he'll talk.
First off, he was sane at the time of the crime.
But file a motion to forcibly medicate him for the trial
because his competence is marginal,
and right now, he's not presentable to a jury.
-Dr. Charles Webb? -Yes.
You're under arrest.
Arrest?
For murder.
Put your hands behind your back.
People v. Charles Anthony Webb
murder in the first degree, conspiracy in the first degree.
Plea, Mr. Webb?
Dr. Webb.
Your Honor, pursuant to CPL 250.10,
my client serves notice of his intent
to plead not guilty
by reason of mental disease or defect.
Noted into the record.
Your Honor, the People serve cross-notice
and demand the opportunity
to examine the defendant
at such time as Your Honor will provide.
Parties will be notified.
People on bail?
People ask for remand.
To a suitable psychiatric facility, Your Honor.
We have no objection.
Then so ordered.
Next case.
Docket number 143...
An insanity defense.
Well, he would know.
How do you plead?
Not guilty, Your Honor.
He asked me to fix his girlfriend's ticket.
He was ranting that she was being persecuted by the police.
I'd never seen him like this.
He's one of our most reliable expert witnesses
and to hear him spouting
these paranoid fantasies was very disturbing.
Thank you, Mr. Stillman.
I also have affidavits from Dr. Webb's colleagues
testifying to his erratic behavior
over the last month.
His paranoid rantings, his delusional statements.
And there's this.
This is a conversation
between my client and Michael Stovic
recorded a week before the murder.
I planned to kill him myself.
For years, he went to the gym every evening at 7:00.
Then two weeks ago, he started going in the morning.
It's no problem.
Who recorded this?
My client.
He was worried Mr. Stovic might try
to cheat him out of his money.
By the way, this conversation took place at Fortelli's.
Fortelli's, down the block?
Wasn't he worried he'd be recognized?
That's the point, Your Honor.
He made no effort to be secretive.
He kept tapes of incriminating conversations.
It's clear he had no idea what he was doing was wrong.
He's suffering from an acute psychotic break
caused by the stress of his work
the terrible cases he deals with.
And yet during this time
he's testified as an expert witness
at three trials. This psychosis
comes and goes at the doctor's convenience.
Dr. Webb's behavior
with regards to this crime is consistent
with a psychiatric defense.
Could somebody please tell him to stop looking at me?
It's intolerable.
Has this room been swept for bugs?
If I were you, Judge, I'd be very careful.
The party can see everything.
Well, I'll keep that in mind, Dr. Webb.
These affidavits
and Mr. Cziller's arguments seem credible to me.
I have to be frank.
If Dr. Webb chooses a bench trial,
he's going to get a friendly hearing.
Your Honor, it is hardly appropriate for you...
It's appropriate
for me to suggest that you work out
a plea agreement.
Consider it fair warning.
He pretended to be crazy
to lay the basis for an insanity defense
in case he got caught.
And he's going to get away with it.
-Sympathetic motive,
sympathetic defendant.
Unsympathetic victim.
Best of all possible worlds.
How do we trip this guy up?
He's claiming he has delusional disorder
persecutory type.
From everything I've seen, he's followed
the diagnostic boiler plate to a tee.
He hit all the right notes.
Except...
He's paranoid about surveillance,
but here he is meeting the cop in a restaurant, a public place.
He hit a false note.
It's borderline.
But I'd look for other erratic behavior that doesn't fit.
Such as?
Suicide talk, spending too much money,
taking on too many projects.
And if there aren't any other false notes?
Don't worry, even Elvis sang out of tune.
I can only imagine
what you think of me right now, Sara,
but you have to believe, I had the best intentions
in the world.
The pain your family was going through was unbearable.
Charles, don't.
Whatever you do, don't lie to me.
You made it very clear to me that night
why you did this.
Your lawyer asked me
to testify on your behalf.
I agreed.
I wouldn't expect any less from you.
I'm doing it for Sophie.
Don't you feel anything for me?
I'm a patient man, Sara.
But you already know that.
No, he'd never bought from us before.
I don't even remember seeing him in here.
I didn't get the impression
he knew much about Inuit art.
We found an $18,000 charge on his credit card.
Is that for one sculpture?
Yes.
Is that what beginners usually spend?
Well, no, they usually make more modest acquisitions.
I think he was trying to impress his girlfriend.
And why did you think that?
Well, she liked the piece, she knew the artist.
He tried to buy it for her.
Tried to?
Well, first he wanted me to deliver it to her address.
And she said she couldn't accept.
She was embarrassed.
So he had me deliver it to his place instead.
Did they strike you as a couple?
Well, he seemed pretty eager, but as far as I could tell
they could have been on their first date.
The doorman at Webb's building's
only seen Sara Lindstrom there once.
Her doorman says Webb's been there
only a few times, never overnight.
But he stopped by a lot when she wasn't home.
He sent her flowers every week, and according to his LUDs
he was calling her 20 times a day,
mostly talking to her machine.
The guy was pressing hard.
It doesn't look
like he closed the deal, though.
This guy's never intimate with this woman,
but he hires a hit to save her niece?
That's a hell of a commitment.
Something else is not making sense.
Your girlfriend's niece is molested--
as a psychiatrist, you'd insist she get counseling.
I haven't seen any evidence
that the little girl was in therapy.
Yeah.
Did we get that file
from Children's Services?
This is the transcript
of the caseworker's interview with the girl.
Eames...
A question.
"Your mommy said your daddy touched your weewee.
Is she telling the truth?"
"Yes."
"When your weewee was sore,
is that because your daddy touched it?"
"Yes."
The question suggests the answer.
The caseworker tainted the interview.
I don't understand.
What could you possibly be looking for?
It's all in the search warrant, ma'am.
Cabinets in here are locked.
Would you mind opening them for me... please?
Thank you.
We appreciate your cooperation.
Hi, Sophie.
My name's Bobby.
Hi.
Wow, you're really good
at keeping in the lines.
Hey, what's your favorite color?
Red.
Red?
Watch.
Sophie, I'm a policeman.
Is it okay if we talk about your daddy?
Daddy went away.
I know.
You miss him?
Yes.
Sorry.
Do you remember...
that day that Mommy took you to the hospital
after you visited with Daddy?
Yes.
Do you remember what you did with Daddy?
And what'd you do?
We went to the zoo,
and I had ice cream, but I got sick.
Well, how'd you get sick?
I pooped in my pants.
Daddy said because of the ice cream.
What did your daddy do?
He cleaned me down there.
Did he give you any medicine?
Yes.
Did you tell anyone about being sick?
Yes. I told Mommy.
Did you tell anyone else?
Charlie.
Who's Charlie?
Auntie Sara's friend.
It's not true.
The hospital didn't imagine what they saw.
What they saw is consistent to what
your niece told me.
She had diarrhea.
Her father gave her a pill to stop it.
The pill had a narcotic effect.
That's why she was groggy.
He cleaned her with an astringent.
That's why her skin appeared to be red and inflamed.
She told the case worker...
The case worker didn't ask
the right questions.
Your niece wasn't molested.
My sister wouldn't make up an accusation like that.
My sister wouldn't lie.
She was being clobbered in court.
She was desperate.
What your sister did, it-it's not our concern.
But your niece also told Dr. Webb what happened.
He talked to her at the Bar Mitzvah?
Yes.
He knew the truth.
He didn't care.
He wasn't out to save your niece.
He was after something else.
Wasn't he?
Ms. Lindstrom, we don't blame you
for protecting him.
Now you need to tell us what you know.
I'm glad you finally came to your senses.
We never took leave of them
unlike Dr. Webb.
I prepared a proposal.
Commitment at Morgan Psychiatric at Carmel
for no less than six months,
followed by quarterly evaluations
until it's determined
he's no longer a threat to society.
We're not too far apart.
We propose a plea to Murder Two,
incarceration at Sing Sing Prison
for no less than 25 years
and regular evaluations by the parole board.
This is why you asked us here?
No. This is.
This is a transcript of a new interview with Sophie Feldman
and a statement from her mother,
admitting the abuse allegation was false.
That's immaterial to my client's condition.
Actually, it isn't.
You see, if you read down here, the little girl mentions
a conversation she had with Dr. Webb-- Charlie--
at her brother's Bar Mitzvah.
It still doesn't change anything.
In his psychotic condition,
nothing anyone said to my client would have made a difference.
Look, why don't you let your own expert examine...
We already know what ails him.
Sara Lindstrom is a stunning woman.
Now you leave her out of this.
She had nothing to do with it.
She had everything to do with it.
He doesn't know what he's talking about.
Well, I know about love.
You're not just nuts about her, you're obsessive.
You know this because
you've done a psychological workup on me?
-Maybe now is not the time... -Why not?
He's alert, he's coherent,
and maybe he's over his psychotic break.
Listen to this amateur psychologist.
I can afford to be an amateur.
I've got Sara Lindstrom.
What?
She gave me the book on you.
58 years old, divorced, no kids, nothing but your career
to get you out of bed in the morning.
-I can't hear this. -You're staring at the abyss
of old age.
No one to love, no one to love you.
Mr. Carver, if you don't shut...
And then there she was.
Check her out.
Kind of woman who,
ooh... well, frankly, guys like you never get.
Not just because you're too old,
but because you're a geek
with your books and your tweed jacket.
I have plenty of lady friends.
I'll bet.
Claudia, Christy, Cindy
all line up for the likes of you.
You probably looked at women like Sara
all your life and wondered,
"What does it take?"
Good looks, youth, money, pow...?
Oh, it's power!
That's what gets these women
hot and...
you don't have any.
Sara's above all that.
Oh, sure, she likes her chocolates, tulips
$20,000-statues?
What is it, 14 phone calls a night?
That was a mistake.
No.
No mistake.
I've been there.
Every man in this room has.
You were 16 again
in your new, sweet car.
You never felt better in your life.
You had to have her.
Don't be little my feelings for Ms. Lindstrom.
Oh, I'm not. You tried everything.
Within reason.
Nobody's reasonable when they're in love.
That's the whole point of it.
But she wasn't loving you back.
And you thought maybe you weren't man enough,
didn't you?
No, no.
You had to show her that you were man enough,
so you dug into your reptilian brain,
and this is what you came up with.
Kill the wolf at the door!
Throw the body at her feet,
and the gates of paradise will open wide!
-Please, stop it... -She will give herself to you!
You'll be king of the world, instead of a scared, old man.
Why do you...?
You've seen her.
Wouldn't you do anything?
Don't you see?
She was my last chance.
Your client's not insane, he's in love.
Maybe it's hard to tell the two apart, but the law can.
Here's your proposal back.
Now...
let's talk about mine.