Law & Order (1990) Episode Scripts

N/A - Baby, It's You

NARRATOR: 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.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING) (AUDIENCE APPLAUDING) Look at what you're doing, you stupid cow! You were gonna send her out like that.
Open up the blouse.
I don't care if she has no boobs, I want them to look at the blouse.
And take her out of those pants.
Her ass is too big for pants.
Tell her to stop eating those stupid cheeseburgers.
Paul didn't mean it, sweetie.
He's just high-strung.
Now, come on.
Let's get you a nice skirt.
Where in mother hell is Brittany? Elsewhere.
That is not an answer! Look, she's a no-show.
That little bitch, she's killing me.
Call Jeri Stein.
Tell her I want Brittany right now! (MAN GASPING) (INHALING DEEPLY) (BREATHING HEAVILY) (GRUNTING) (DOOR OPENING) (ESTELLE GASPS) Call 911! Hurry! She's dying! The victim's Brittany Janaway.
She's some kind of model.
I never heard of her, but then, I don't pay attention to that stuff.
Now, my wife and daughter No, let's pay attention to the here and now.
Oh, sure, yeah.
Her father, Dr.
Steven Janaway, said she was complaining of severe abdominal pains.
He brought her here, she collapsed, he attempted CPR.
Who called it in? The cleaning lady.
And where's the father now? In his office.
He's a wreck.
Thanks.
Okay.
So, it's the middle of the night and we're all here because of what? Food poisoning? I don't have a cause of death.
What I do have is a big bruise on her lower back.
I don't know how long it's been there.
Could it have something to do with her abdominal pains? Can't say till we check under the hood, but I'll tell you what, my daughter starts doubling over? I don't take her to my office.
You'd take her to an emergency room.
That's right.
What kind of doctor is Janaway? Plastic surgeon.
These samples of his work? No, it's his daughter.
She was a model.
How old is she, early twenties? Try 14.
What? Well, Brittany didn't come down for dinner tonight.
She was supposed to work.
A modeling job? Yeah.
Yes.
I thought she overslept.
She usually takes a nap before one of these events.
They often run past midnight.
So this modeling wasn't just a hobby.
Oh, no, no, on the contrary.
Brittany started when she was seven.
So when she didn't come down, what did you do? Uh I went to her room.
I found her curled up in pain.
She tell you where the pain was? Yeah, in her abdomen.
She was crying, and she was running a fever.
I brought her here to treat her.
She collapsed.
I tried to bring her back.
I don't understand why this happened.
BRISCOE: Doctor.
Why didn't you just take her to a hospital? It didn't make any sense.
Our house is three minutes from my office.
I have everything here I needed to treat her, I thought.
(POWER TOOL WHIRRING) Don't you just love this part? Meet Miss Priscilla Brown.
In her previous life, it would've cost you 800 an hour to see her like this.
Yeah, but she would've been a lot livelier.
Got anything on Brittany Janaway? Just the prelims.
I haven't opened her up yet.
Miss Brown was here first.
Believe me, the world's not holding its breath to find out what killed Miss Brown.
She's a taxpayer.
Yeah, and I'll bet she reported every dime of it.
(SIGHS) I'll get what I have on Janaway.
You ever pay for it, Lennie? I was married, wasn't I? I heard that.
Janaway, Brittany.
No immediate indications of cardiac arrest, burst appendix, or anything of that nature.
What about that bruise on her back? A deep contusion, oval shape, maybe from falling on her back or from being hit.
Bad enough to cause internal injuries? Well, it's hard to tell without going in.
How old is the wound? Ballpark to a couple of weeks.
Oh, she also had month-old scars on her left forearm.
Four of them.
Not deep, from a sharp instrument.
Suicide attempt? No, wrong part of the arm.
I'd guess some kind of self-mutilation.
You see it a lot with adolescent girls.
Unhappy adolescent girls.
So much for the fairytale.
I've seen her pictures all over.
I never realized she was 14.
Once you get past the glitter and the glamour, you're left with one sad little girl.
VAN BUREN: The bruise? And the self-mutilation.
This girl was unhappy.
Any candidates? The parents.
Daddy should've taken her to the hospital.
Yeah, the hospital would've reported the bruises to Children's Services.
If the parents had something to do with the girl's death, they wouldn't have the Mayor's Office lean on the Chief of Detectives for some results.
You got calls? Three so far.
The mother's family's wired to City Hall.
Have a chat with the Janaways, and please, keep it friendly.
CURTIS: Any idea how she might have gotten hurt? The M.
E.
thinks the bruise is about two weeks old.
DR.
JANAWAY: No.
How about when she wasn't at home? Is there anybody we should talk to? If she wasn't at home, she was working.
She spent a lot of time with her agent, Jeri Stein.
Miss Stein acted as a chaperone.
You think somebody hurt my Brittany? Well, we're concerned about her bruise, and also, there were cuts on her arm.
Cuts? You didn't notice either? I saw she had scratches.
She said they were from our cat.
The medical examiner thinks they were self-inflicted.
Oh, my God.
I had no idea.
(CRYING) Brittany never complained about anything.
Did she spend much time with her agent? I have to tell you, I never trusted those people Brittany worked with.
She was so young, so impressionable.
I never should have allowed it.
(GAYLE SOBBING) JERI: Brittany was very innocent for her age.
The camera loved her.
CURTIS: Anybody in your business ever hear of the kiddy porn laws? Clients want the Lolita look.
The whole point is selling clothes, but we make sure they keep them on.
What about after the lights go out? Anyone giving her trouble? Not when I was around.
And if you weren't? Mrs.
Janaway said she didn't trust the people her daughter worked with.
Did she include me? She didn't say.
Brittany had a bad bruise on her back.
We were hoping maybe you could tell us how she got it.
She fell in the tub? Or somebody fell on her? Well, everybody wanted her, and I do mean biblically.
Guess being her chaperone, you had your work cut out for you.
Chaperone? As if.
I have 30 girls to keep working.
Babysitting is why they have mommies.
Let's try this.
Brittany's wounds were about two or three weeks old.
Who was she working for then? Three weeks ago she was doing fittings with Paul Delacourte for the show she was supposed to do last night.
He's requested her a lot these last couple of months.
What kind of a guy is Delacourte? Let's just say, too bad he wasn't in South Beach last summer to catch a bullet.
I only let my girls work with him because he gets out the media.
If Delacourte did this, I'll never forgive him.
They're spoiled, stupid little brats.
Have you ever looked into the eyes of a supermodel? Not since my fling with Jean Shrimpton.
It's like looking into the eyes of a goat.
There's nothing going on in there.
Is that how you treat them, like farm animals? I don't pay them $10,000 a day just to wear my clothes.
They have to put up with me, too.
You treated Brittany Janaway the same? She got $8,000 a day, so I didn't yell at her so much.
Well, you worked with her three weeks ago.
How was that? I couldn't get her to stand still.
No matter how much hitting or yelling? I never hit her.
I'm not stupid.
Brittany made me a lot of money.
Whatever she wore, every teenage girl in America wanted it.
They're like sheep.
BRISCOE: Again with the farm animals, huh? Mr.
Delacourte, we're gonna need a list of everybody who was there when you worked with Brittany three weeks ago.
I don't carry them with me.
Get them from my office.
And what if we need you? I'm here for three more days, then Milan for a week, then Paris for two days, then Milan again.
My life, it's impossible.
PHOTOGRAPHER: Turn.
Great.
Smile.
Perfect.
Next.
I can talk to you, but I gotta get ready to go.
The car's coming to pick me up.
No problem.
It's really awful about Brittany.
She anorexic or something? We don't know why she died.
Listen, we understand you did a job with her for Paul Delacourte a few weeks ago.
Yeah.
She didn't look too sick.
Well, how did Delacourte treat her? Who, Paul? He's a big baby.
He yells, he throws things.
Cassie, can you hear me? Yeah.
Now, you talked with her, right? Yeah, but we didn't hang out or anything.
Did she say anything about Delacourte, like, if he ever came on to her, or if he ever hit her? No.
She had a big bruise on her back.
We were wondering if maybe you noticed it that day? No, I didn't, and I would've seen it.
We did change together before we went home.
(CELL PHONE RINGING) Is that you or me? It's me.
It's Rodgers.
CASSIE: I'm expecting a car to take me to school, and the driver's supposed to beep me.
What college you go to? NYU? College? No way.
I'm in eighth grade.
Brittany wasn't a real happy person.
She was getting tired of modeling.
Why's that? She thought it sucked.
We talked about getting into acting.
It's not hard, you know.
Brooke Shields said, "it's just modeling in action.
" (CELL PHONE RINGING) Oh! This time it's me.
Gotta go.
Ciao.
That kid's gonna live a lifetime before she's old enough to vote.
Five years to go.
Let's hope she makes it.
I found traces of a macular rash over 30% of her body.
As in an anaphylactic reaction.
Like an allergy? In a manner of speaking.
The labs turned up staphylococcal toxins in her blood.
We're supposed to guess what that is, too? Toxic shock.
You mean she died from it? Yeah.
It starts with a fever, lots of aches and pains, then the rash, then the toxins build up, cause death.
Well, how much time we talking about? Two weeks.
Well, what caused this? My exam found abraded areas in the vaginal walls which were left untreated, and triggered a Staphylococcal infection.
How bad was the injury? She was torn up.
Raped.
And how.
She was raped and she never told anyone? She must've had her happy face glued on tight.
The M.
E.
said she would've been in a lot of pain.
It's definite? The rape caused the toxic shock? Rodgers put a money-back guarantee on it.
And this Delacourte fellow, he into little girls? Well, I'm sure he has a hard time keeping his hands to himself, but we talked to some people who were there when Brittany worked with him.
We don't think anything happened.
After that he was out of the country, and he has the receipts to prove it.
And after Delacourte, we suddenly run out of suspects.
Well, it's possible she didn't report the rape because the rapist is somebody she knows.
So we're back to Dr.
Janaway.
Join me for a hot pretzel.
It's on me.
REPORTER 1: There they are! REPORTER 2: Lieutenant Van Buren, what can you tell us about the Brittany Janaway murder case? Who said it was murder? Is it true Brittany Janaway was sexually assaulted? First I heard of it.
Isn't it true there's an autopsy report saying cause of death was brutal rape? If there is, I haven't seen it.
Is Paul Delacourte still a suspect? If we haven't determined if there was a murder, there can't be any suspects.
As soon as we have a statement to make, we'll notify you.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to buy a pretzel.
It's pretty much what you'd expect to hear from investigators in this explosive case, but anonymous sources have confirmed to News 14, the cause of death was rape, and figures inside the fashion world are at the top of the police's suspect list.
Meanwhile, Park Avenue plastic surgeon Steven Janaway remains in seclusion with his wife Gayle in their Upper-East-Side townhouse, and Venus Agency topper, Jeri Stein, has set up a memorial (TURNS TV OFF) These anonymous sources, they wouldn't be wearing blue, would they? Those leaks did not come out of my squad.
They got the M.
E.
's report before we did.
I want these leaks stopped, Lieutenant.
Do you want me to compile an enemies list while I'm at it? I don't see anything funny here.
A case this big, we're going to get leaks.
We might as well get used to it.
No.
That's not good enough.
By the time we present this case to a jury, the details will be clues in The Daily News Sunday crossword.
Which could be the whole point of leaking the information in the first place.
The Janaways know people who know people in the department.
The Janaways are the anonymous source? Why not? If they got a heads-up that this investigation's about to turn back on them, these leaks could just be preemptive.
Have your people talked to Mrs.
Janaway about her husband and her daughter? They're gonna try today.
Good.
This time let's try to stay one step ahead of the media.
REPORTER 1: They're here! (REPORTERS CLAMORING) What are you gonna ask the Janaways? No comment.
Did you know that Paul Delacourte's leaving for Europe tomorrow morning? No comment.
REPORTER 2: Is it true that Brittany had a pentagram carved on her arm? What he said.
Get that thing out of my face.
Come on, move it.
How about answering a question? How about you get out of my way before I arrest you? (GRUNTS) Come on! Come on! That's it! That's it! That's it! Anybody takes one more step, you're dead in the department.
No cop is ever gonna talk to you again.
Now go on! Get out of here! Go find an accident or something.
Mrs.
Janaway, it's just us.
No, I'm sorry.
Look, we just want to talk, all right? We can do it here, in front of these vultures, or inside.
(REPORTERS CHATTERING) My husband isn't here.
Actually, we'd rather talk to you.
I'm afraid that won't be possible.
Who are you? Leslie Drake, counselor to the Janaways.
And you? I'm Detective Lennie Briscoe.
This is Detective Reynaldo Curtis.
We know why we're here.
Why are you here? Watching over the Janaways.
Watch all you want.
You can't keep us from talking to them.
Gayle, do you want to speak to these gentlemen? No, not without Steven.
There you go.
And there you go.
We'll be talking to you.
All I can tell you, Mr.
Drake, is Mrs.
Janaway is not a suspect.
What about Mr.
Janaway? There's no evidence to make us think that he should be a suspect either.
Well, explain something to me.
Why do the police want to speak to her when he's not present? Maybe there's some things a mother doesn't feel comfortable saying about her daughter in front of her father.
No.
When it comes to Brittany, the Janaways have no secrets from each other.
I'd rather let the police decide that for themselves.
No, no, no, no.
These are the ground rules.
They can talk to them whenever they want to.
Together.
No separate interviews.
And we'll decide what amount of time is reasonable, and, of course, I'll have to be present.
Would you like us to submit a list of questions in writing as well? We'd have an easier time talking to Saddam Hussein.
Possibly.
And you'll need to give 24-hours notice.
What are your clients afraid of, Mr.
Drake? What are they afraid of? They're afraid of a police department that's got more leaks in it than the Exxon Valdez.
They're afraid of a media frenzy that's got their face on every tabloid in every supermarket across the nation.
Maybe you don't understand something.
They lost a daughter.
And they're expected to grieve on the 6:00 news? Well, it's not gonna happen.
I am here to protect them.
They're not gonna be chewed up by the tabloid justice system.
Don't think for a minute that you're going to manage this investigation.
Detectives Briscoe and Curtis will be at your clients' home tomorrow morning at 9:00.
If they don't make themselves available for an interview, they can talk to the grand jury.
Consider yourself notified.
Good night.
Tell the boys there'll be fresh coffee and powdered donuts waiting for them.
BRISCOE: Did Brittany have a boyfriend? No, I wouldn't allow it.
She was much too young.
CURTIS: Was there anyone else she had contact with these last couple of weeks? A family friend or a relative? Well, my brother and his family were here a week ago Thursday for dinner.
Brittany played with her cousins in her room.
Boys? Two girls, 10 and 13.
Was, uh Was she ever alone with your brother? No.
That's a disgusting suggestion.
Let me ask you something, Detective.
Are you gonna keep shaking the family tree until a pervert falls out or what? Hey, we have to ask in order to rule these things out.
(CLEARS THROAT) We're gonna need a list of all your employees, former and now, housekeepers, babysitters Yeah, done.
It goes back to when Brittany was an infant.
All the phone numbers and addresses are current.
You must have been a Boy Scout.
Mrs.
Janaway, can you think of anybody who could've done this to your daughter? I mean, anybody at all? (SIGHS) No.
I'm sorry.
I see you have a few people on the list who live in Baltimore.
Yes.
That's where Brittany was born and raised.
How long you been living here? Two years.
You visit Baltimore often? Yes.
I still see patients there.
We still have our house.
When's the last time you were there? Two weeks ago.
CURTIS: Just the three of you in Baltimore? Leslie, that's enough.
Okay, Detectives, let's call it a day.
We're just getting warmed up.
Warmed up? This is a game to you? Sitting here drinking coffee, playing voyeur? Somebody killed our daughter.
How dare you? At least the donuts were fresh.
Well, between bites, did you manage to get a read on Janaway? No slip-ups, no inappropriate reactions.
He's very contained.
And the wife? The grieving mother? Looks like the real thing.
If hubby was molesting the kid, I don't think she knew.
Or didn't want to.
Start working the list.
Might be someone there who had their eyes open.
Mmm, how do you want to work the Baltimore angle? There's a housekeeper, Helen Caine.
We should talk to her.
We know people down there.
VAN BUREN: Pembleton? No, the one whose ex-wife I was sleeping with.
Tell him he'll have to be more specific.
The mediocre pool player.
Munch.
(VAN BUREN LAUGHING) You're telling me you can ID a transsexual? No problem.
It's not like spotting an elk with a 12-point rack, you know? Those parts are real.
The essence isn't.
Don't give me that genetically-romantic Latin sonar crap.
There's one in the building.
There is? (PHONE RINGING) You heard me.
Your phone.
A Glen or Glenda with a badge? (RINGING CONTINUES) Better answer that.
Who is it? Who is it? Come on, Falsone, tell me! Homicide, Detective Munch.
What do you mean, "Now you remember my name"? Who is this? (CHUCKLING) Hey, Gee! You'll never guess who's on the line.
So, how's it going, Lennie? Detective Briscoe didn't give you any more information than that? No, just that the girl, Brittany Janaway, died in New York two days ago.
And the family still called Baltimore home? Yeah, they've got a house in Roland Park.
Dad's a plastic surgeon.
Made his dough bolting after-market parts on the rich yet physically challenged.
So, he needs background interviews, grunt work? Exactly.
Can you imagine the pair that Briscoe's got hanging? Do it.
Excuse me? Munch, the fact that Briscoe may have slept with your ex-first wife does not take away from the fact that the man is a fellow police officer, a member of the brotherhood of the badge.
Now, if he was to call down here for a barrel of funnel cakes, we'd be obliged.
All right, all right, but how did you know that Briscoe slept with Gwen? How do you know I didn't sleep with her? Go on, get out of here, Munch.
Hey, Falsone, I need company.
I'm waiting on Meldrick.
I'm buying at the diner.
Meldrick who? Lieutenant, this is Mr.
Drake, the lawyer for Dr.
and Mrs.
Janaway.
Ah! Mr.
Drake.
I've heard about you.
Detective Profaci.
Hello, Detective.
PROFACI: Pleased to meet you.
What brings you to our corner of paradise? I'd like you to meet Mr.
John Law from Los Angeles.
He's formerly with the FBI's Behavioral Science Unit.
He's a profiler.
John Law.
That'd be your real name? (CHUCKLES) Uh, Mr.
Law has studied the case and he's prepared a profile of the suspect.
Ah, great.
Leave it at the front desk.
Thank you very much, and have a good day.
DRAKE: Uh, excuse me, ma'am.
I have a letter from the Mayor's Office directing you to attend to this matter right away.
The victim was a closely-supervised teenage female.
The offender probably spent a good amount of time observing her and planning his assault.
You with me so far? He stalked her.
I got that.
The offender has a job that affords him mobility and unsupervised time.
He's single, lower-middle-class, lives alone or with a domineering female.
Now, this is the most important point.
Good.
The offender was known to the victim.
The victim's silence was insured by a credible threat to the victim, a member of the family or favorite pet.
Now, investigative strategies.
I suggest deep background checks on former nannies, housekeepers My detectives are already on that.
I suggest checking their boyfriends and male relatives.
I also suggest releasing a statement that you are close to identifying the offender.
This strategy has proved successful Why don't we just let Mr.
Drake leak it to the media? I resent that.
I'm sure you do.
Who paid for all of this? My clients paid for this.
Well, does Mr.
Law know that your clients haven't been ruled out as suspects? I've ruled them out.
100%.
Well, thank you for coming.
(DOOR CLOSES) (SCOFFS) (SIGHS) (KNOCKS) Hey, hey! Save it.
I already dialed 911.
FALSONE: Ma'am, we are 911.
I'm Detective Falsone and this is Detective Munch.
What are you skulking around for, then? We're looking to talk to a housekeeper named Helen Caine.
She works for the Janaways.
Not today she doesn't.
It's her day off.
So, this is the residence where Dr.
Janaway and his family reside? At times, yes.
Pardon me, ma'am.
What's your name? Sadie Appleyard.
Mrs.
Appleyard, when the Janaways aren't here, where are they? New York.
Do you have any idea when they were in town last? Of course I do.
I'm the block captain.
I keep a record of everything.
MUNCH: When was that, ma'am? You know damn well it was two and a half weeks ago.
How would we damn well know that? Because I called in a suspicious person report.
Oh, right.
What night was that again? That was Thursday the 8th.
A couple of uniforms came out here and took a statement from you? Yes.
Well, see, that's why we're here.
Those two boneheads lost the report.
We just need a quick recap.
Well, as I told them, it was about 8:45 when I was looking outside my kitchen window and I saw a cab parked in front.
As I was turning away, I saw him.
Saw who, ma'am? This young man right over there looking inside.
So I closed my back door and I called the police.
When I went to look for him again, he was gone.
Do you remember if that young man was white or black? In between.
He was Spanish-looking.
In between.
(CLICKS TONGUE) ROSS: "Since Brittany's death, the suspect may have altered his appearance.
"The suspect may have turned to religion or started attending church services.
"He may have started drinking heavily or taking drugs.
" I don't believe this.
It's even in The Baltimore Sun.
And they set up an 800 number.
This does not mean we're setting ourselves up as private investigators.
Every lead that comes in, we forward to the police.
ROSS: You're offering a $250,000 reward.
Do you have any idea how many false leads that will attract? If it attracts one good lead, my clients feel it's money very well spent.
It's a colossal waste of police time, Mr.
Drake.
I warned you about interfering with our investigation.
What investigation? Huh? I offered the police the services of a bona fide FBI man hunter, and what do they do? They dismiss his report, they ignore his recommendation, and they practically laugh in the man's face! They were a lot kinder than I would've been.
If I see any more of this nonsense from you, I'll have the ethics committee sanction you for professional misconduct.
I see.
You're gonna come after the Janaways' counselor while their daughter's murderer is running around loose in the street? I don't think that's going to look very good! Not as bad as what you've been doing.
Leaking evidence, publishing suspect profiles.
It looks like your clients are trying to poison the jury pool.
They're better suspects than ever.
How dare you say anything like that? You know something? You've got a lot of nerve.
And let me tell you something.
You take one baby step towards my clients and I'm coming after you for slander and malicious prosecution.
We prosecute who we see fit when we see fit.
You better not get in the way.
I'm gonna run this ad from Monday through Sunday for two weeks, and every lead that comes in, I'm gonna forward to the police department, and I expect them to follow up on each one of them! You don't dictate anything to us! You screw up this investigation, I'll see you get your license pulled! The Janaways will be your last clients in the state of New York! (CLICKING TONGUE) Call our public affairs office, tell them to start working on a statement.
Something to the effect that although we don't usually encourage the posting of rewards, we're mindful of the Janaways' desire for an arrest.
We urge the public to act responsibly.
We could just ignore the ad.
Too late.
We have to play their game.
(CLEARS THROAT) Excuse me, is your name Virgil Pipino? Yeah.
Detective Munch.
Baltimore Police Department.
(STUTTERING) Oh! Am I in trouble? Let me finish, all right? Sorry, boss.
That's okay.
Don't worry about it.
All right, now, a couple of weeks ago, did you have a fare It was the 9th, to be exact.
A young-looking guy, Hispanic, like, in his 20s? Yeah, yeah, yeah, I do, as a matter of fact.
Where'd you pick him up? The train station.
He tell you his name? No.
Did he happen to tell you where he was coming from, by any chance? Yeah, you know, I asked him, because he had this Mets ball cap on Mmm-hmm.
And the Orioles played them interleague this summer.
That's why.
Where'd you take him to? At some house in Roland Park.
You leave him there? Yes.
Thank you, sir.
(SPEAKING HINDI) You know, the weird thing was, I drive down a couple of blocks to grab a nap, and a call comes in, and I wake up, and I see the same kid running by my cab.
Great.
All right, thanks.
That was Munch.
They got a report of a Latin kid sniffing around the Janaways' house two weeks ago.
Cab driver picked him up at the train station wearing a Mets cap.
He said he was from here.
Well, it's gotta be someone who knows the family well, then.
The Janaways don't look like they spend too much time hanging out with the Latino community.
So it's back to maids and babysitters.
What's this? Tips.
Thousands of them.
From the 250 Grand Janaway Sweepstakes.
As if we were running out of landfill.
She said she wanted to talk to the detectives on the case.
She ask about the reward? No.
She said she's been worrying ever since the girl died.
Uh-huh.
Put her in Interview.
I'll talk to her.
Okay.
I worked for three years as a housekeeper.
(SIGHS) Mrs.
Janaway, she liked her socks arranged by colors in her dresser.
The same with her underwear, her sweaters.
She was a precise woman.
She even types out her checks.
Miss Cottone, do you think you know who attacked Brittany Janaway? Yes.
I think so.
Now, whatever name you give us, we're gonna have to check this person out, do you understand? Yes.
And if we find out that you've made up a story to get someone in trouble, or for some other reason, you might face criminal charges.
Do you understand? Yes.
All right.
Who's this person? Ana Ramirez's son, Johnny.
Who's Ana Ramirez? She worked for the Janaways as a babysitter.
She quit a year ago.
Why do you think it was her son? Johnny was always sneaking around, looking at Brittany.
I didn't like it.
I told Ana.
That's why she quit, before Johnny got into real trouble.
Did Johnny ever make trouble for you? No.
He was a nice boy.
But he was always looking at Brittany that way.
I think there was something wrong with him.
We're not gonna hurt Johnny, Mrs.
Ramirez.
We just want to talk to him.
If he didn't do it, nothing will happen to him.
And if he did do it, he needs help, before he harms another little girl.
He didn't do this.
He respected Brittany.
BRISCOE: But he paid a lot of attention to her.
Isn't that why you quit? Look, Mrs.
Ramirez, somebody saw him in Baltimore two weeks ago.
They saw him at the Janaways' house.
It couldn't be him.
They say he's a big Mets fan.
No.
That's not him.
Doesn't he wear a Mets baseball cap? It's from his high school.
Oh, God.
Just tell us where we can find him.
He has a room on East 126th.
Please, don't hurt him.
He's a good boy.
I told him to stop thinking about her, but he said that they were using her to make money.
He said he wanted to save her.
(CHATTERING OVER POLICE RADIO) John Ramirez.
Police.
Open up.
Come on, kid, open up.
Soup's still warm.
Someone must've sent up a flare.
BRISCOE: Rey! Where have you been? I called an hour ago.
Ed, traffic.
You drive a police car.
Use the damn siren.
So where's the fire? In New York.
They had the suspect you gave them, Johnny Ramirez, pinned, and they lost him.
So you think he's coming down here? No, I think you two are going up there.
I talked to Jack McCoy in the New York D.
A.
's Office.
There's a suspicion that Ramirez had been stalking Brittany Janaway, but that's all he'd tell me.
What, they're withholding information? I don't think so, but I do think there's a strong possibility that a part of the crime or the crime itself occurred down here.
I had Cox call the Medical Examiner in New York.
Brittany Janaway died from some sort of blood infection as the result of sexual assault.
So, if Ramirez is in fact our boy, he might have raped her while she was down here, in which case, he belongs to us.
If they find him, I want you two there during the interrogation.
MUNCH: And then what? Bring him back.
He was either tipped off by his mother or by Drake's full-page ad.
Yeah, well, it's nice to know that someone still reads the newspapers.
Any chance of finding Mr.
Ramirez? The police are talking to his mother.
They notified Amtrak, both here and in Baltimore, and I got a call from an Ed Danvers in the Baltimore State's Attorney's Office.
Funny, I got a call from his boss.
Danvers put two detectives on the Metroliner.
When they get here, just make sure that our detectives play nice.
He's staking his claim.
First you get a suspect in custody, then you tangle for jurisdiction.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR) Take a valium, Jack.
Channel 4 just sent over this tape for comment.
They're gonna run it on the 6:00 news.
Johnny Ramirez was arrested for burglary two years ago.
He was given probation.
It is now alleged that he raped and ultimately killed Brittany Janaway.
Once again, the police have let him slip through their fingers.
It's a disgrace.
Dr.
Janaway and Mrs.
Janaway have done everything in their power to help in this investigation.
The police have rebuffed them.
It's now up to you, the public, to help find this man.
Anybody having any information towards the capture and successful prosecution of this man will be rewarded $250, 000.
He's just put a bounty on Johnny Ramirez.
I'm gonna shut him up.
(REPORTERS CHATTERING ON TV) Thanks a lot for that information.
No, no, ma'am.
We have to catch him before you can collect the reward.
No, we can't advance you anything.
Thank you for calling.
They're not even bothering with the 800 number anymore.
They're calling directly into the squad.
VAN BUREN: Mrs.
Ramirez give you anything? No.
Just that John was a good church-going kid.
We got a unit watching his parish church.
What about relatives? (KNOCKING ON DOOR) Yes? John.
Lieutenant, Detective John Munch, Baltimore Homicide.
He worked that subway bombing two years ago.
FALSONE: Detective Paul Falsone.
Pleasure.
Rey Curtis.
You're the one with the kids.
How's it going, Rey? Good, good.
What are you guys doing up here? I'm looking for a good piece of brisket.
Can't find any in Baltimore.
Well, before you all slip into a hot tub together Uh, they're not jumping on our case? The injuries to young Brittany Janaway that caused her death occurred in our town, on our watch.
Well, that's a theory you're here to explore, Detective.
Make them feel at home.
Got any take out menus? Carnegie Deli okay? DRAKE: Your Honor, my clients are not defendants, and they are not named in any indictment that I am aware of, therefore I or they can speak to the press whenever we choose to.
Your Honor, I've initiated a grand jury proceeding.
I am now serving Mr.
and Mrs.
Janaway with subpoenas to appear before the grand jury.
Miss Ross.
I ask Your Honor to order Mr.
And Mrs.
Janaway and their attorney not to speak about this case to anyone.
This is absurd.
This has nothing to do with my clients' testimony, and everything to do with shutting them up! These subpoenas are valid on their face.
Why they were issued is not up for discussion.
This is an abuse of his office.
If Mr.
Drake wants to quash, he has 30 days to move.
Until then, Your Honor has the authority to order all parties and/or witnesses to remain silent, and to cite anyone who violates your order for criminal contempt.
Mr.
Drake, once your clients have been subpoenaed, it's all done.
Your Honor, in all due deference, any order of this kind is tantamount to an unconstitutional gag order, and I intend to appeal! Appeal all you want.
Now, I'm issuing the order, and I strongly advise you and your clients to stay off the 6:00 news.
Your Honor, Mr.
Drake's clients have also posted a $250,000 reward.
Well, I'm ordering that withdrawn right now.
So, Curtis.
CURTIS: Yeah? You must be Spanish, huh? Peruvian-Indian-English- German-American mix.
Thanksgiving dinner must be something.
You kids figure it out yet? Yeah.
Ramirez turns himself in and claims the reward.
Or his girlfriend might drop a dime on him.
BRISCOE: Assuming he has a girlfriend.
He looks like he spends his Saturday nights punching the clown.
You know, statistically speaking, in the death of a child, the parents are always front and center.
Yeah.
If you're saying we're wasting our time here, let me remind you that you're the ones who came up with Ramirez.
I'm just keeping an open mind, Lennie, that's all.
Yeah, he was definitely dogging her.
You've seen his appointment book.
Wherever she was, he was there, too.
Fashion shows, public appearances, dates and times.
Yeah, I bet he misses her already.
Who's got the turkey? Yeah.
And she's a lot easier to keep tabs on now.
That top stack there, John.
Green-Wood Cemetery.
BRISCOE: Right.
Yes! (EXHALING FORCEFULLY) These black suits keep you nice and warm, huh? Walt Whitman and Montgomery Clift are buried around here somewhere.
Better them than me.
This little Johnny's making us look bad.
He doesn't show up soon, our partners are liable to sign us up for the geezer home.
Can you believe we spent Yeah.
I was just thinking.
She used to like irises.
Who? What are you talking about? Gwen.
I know you're dying to ask me about her.
I have no interest at all in hearing anything about that little tart.
I still have her number.
(FALSONE GRUNTING) CURTIS: Olivia's seven, Serena just turned five, and Isabel's three.
Oh, yeah? My Danny's three.
Yeah? Almost three and a half.
It's a nice age.
Yeah, I don't get to see him much.
That must be tough.
I hope these guys are right about this.
Look where they put her.
She's got no view.
Just the back of somebody's head, like a sardine.
My sister died when she was 10.
Car accident.
My old man said, "There's nothing worse in the world than outliving your kid.
" Palm Beach? What kind of life is that? Hey, a guy can work the beach, troll for wealthy divorcees.
Yeah, right.
Lennie Briscoe, cabana boy.
There he is.
Rey.
Rey.
Johnny? Get down on your knees.
Don't run! I told you not to run.
MUNCH: Thanks for showing up, Johnny.
I didn't hurt her.
I loved her.
She was beautiful.
I couldn't hurt her.
I know you believe in God.
You believe in the Lord's forgiveness? That's why you were out in the cemetery, to ask forgiveness, right? Well, you can have it, Johnny.
You have to confess your sins.
I loved her.
How could that be a sin? Don't give me that religious crap! What'd you use? Your hands? A stick? What? No, I didn't hurt her.
You keep lying to me! You know what I'm gonna do to you? I'm gonna break every bone in your face, so stop lying to me.
Please! I didn't hurt her! BRISCOE: They saw you in Baltimore, John.
The cab driver, the neighbors.
They all saw you.
No.
You were there, John.
You had your Mets cap on.
No.
Look, kid, I'm the only friend you got in this room.
The other guys all want to stick a needle in you.
Now, you tell me what you did and you won't have to die for it.
I didn't do anything.
You raped that girl, John.
Come on! Be a man.
Admit it.
Tell me you raped that girl.
No! No, I didn't do it! It's okay you like them young.
I run across a lot of guys in my line of work that have that preference.
What's that? This is my hall pass so I can go to the crapper by myself.
"Defective Monk"? That's "Detective," with a "Munch," as in "lunch.
" Defective monk, like a fallen angel.
That's what Brittany was.
Yeah, sure, I can see that.
You told your mother you wanted to save her.
Is that why you went down to Baltimore? Saving her's a good thing, Johnny.
If that's why you went to Baltimore, it won't hurt to admit it.
Yeah.
I was there.
At her house? Yeah.
I just wanted to talk to her.
Talk about what? They were exploiting her soul and her body.
She let you in? No, I just watched her.
Through the window? Yeah.
I was just trying to get a message to her.
How did you get into the house? I didn't get in.
I just watched her.
I watched what happened to her.
What are you talking about? Somebody was going at her.
Who? I couldn't see who it was.
I just saw her.
Who was it, Johnny? I don't know.
Her dad's car was in the driveway.
A Lexus.
Ramirez claims he didn't see the assailant, but he's suggesting it was the girl's father.
And you want to know if he's blowing smoke? For starters, does this crime fit the pattern for incest? Sure.
Why wouldn't it? This was a violent rape, Emil.
This wasn't seduction.
It was punishment.
It's all about submission.
Guys who get into this like to think they're seducing their kids, but they're not.
They're dominating them.
That still doesn't explain a father hating his child so much he'd literally rape her to death.
(SIGHING) Give me another 20 years as a shrink, I'll come up with an explanation.
I'm gonna need some strategies to deal with Janaway.
Don't hold your breath for a confession.
(SIGHS) Jack, you're about to look into a very ugly corner of the human heart.
Bring a shovel.