Law & Order (1990) Episode Scripts

N/A - Personae Non Grata

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.
Seriously, what is it about guys in uniform that makes women get all stupid? Is there, like, pheromones in the fabric? Or maybe the camo pattern hypnotizes them.
I'm avet.
I'm wearing the uniform.
Do I look like I'm getting any? (WEAKLY CHUCKLING) Women are just Forget it.
Hey, what'd I tell you? Sanitation Police, don't move.
The what police? Sanitation.
You got a license for this stuff? Put it down.
BERNARD: All right, tell me what you know.
Those two were loading recyclables that were put out for city collection.
I had a feeling about that couch.
Okay, so you two were staking out piles of newspaper, huh? It's money out of the city's pocket.
I just knew.
Working this beat really hones your observation skills.
LUPO: Blunt force to the head.
Wallet and watch still on him.
Eric Greenwood.
(SNIFFING) He smells like beer.
There's a bar right over there.
(CHUCKLES) Mad observation skills.
He was here all night, kind of stood out from my regulars.
Was he by himself? He was waiting for someone.
He sat in that booth, and every time the door opened, he looked up.
Did that someone show up? No.
He spent the night texting on his phone, right up till last call.
You're sure he had a phone? Yeah, clipped to his computer bag.
BERNARD: Thank you.
Missing, one phone, one computer.
Looks like Greenwood's laptop is what the killer was after.
That Eric's girlfriend? I doubt it's his sister, but you can never tell.
CHARLIE: I've never seen her.
What about him, you know him? Never seen him either.
So what am I supposed to do with Eric's stuff? Nothing.
Don't touch a thing until you hear from us.
You got a place of employment for Eric? He used to work at a car stereo place in Queens.
Hey, those ZLs, those are the speakers he was getting for me.
Is it okay if I Didn't you just hear me? "Sound on Wheels.
" If Eric had a hookup last night, he would have told me and everybody else.
Did he ever mention being in trouble? He was a good worker.
He always did what I told him.
You're not the boss, dude.
Hey, I work in the office, don't I? TRENT:You.
You were the one ltalked to when I dropped my Mercedes off.
I want to know why it put on 127 miles while it was sitting in your shop.
I'll be right with you.
LUPO: You go ahead, Mr.
Munsen.
So, Dale, you know this place Eric went to last night, the Brass Monkey Bar? Never heard of it.
What did Eric do for fun? Nothing.
He moved here from South Jersey eight months ago.
It just wasn't really happening for him.
Munsen was riding him all the time, making him work weekends.
Eric was looking to move on.
Move on to what? Maybe joining the service.
He kept asking me all these questions about the Marines and uniforms.
Have you seen this picture before? Yeah.
Eric found it online.
He asked me if I could tell the guy's rank and unit.
Of course, you can't just by the fatigues.
You sound like a vet.
Are you? I'm just heavy into Call Of Duty 4.
The Computer Unit tracked the photo to this website.
This Marine is selling antique military maps.
VAN BUREN: Does Eric collect maps? Not that we saw.
But he was trying to identify that Marine.
Mmm-hmm.
"Semper Fi Forever.
" Where is that, Iraq? It's western Baghdad, in the Dora district.
You can tell from the buildings.
VAN BUREN: These maps look rare.
Start with them.
All right.
HUNT: And this is being offered for sale online? Yes.
Why? Is it very valuable? Well, it has historical significance.
New York Harbor from 1776, issued in London by William Faden.
So it's valuable.
If it's not a fake.
You want to see the real deal? Yeah, I guess we do.
The chances of buying an authentic antique map online from an anonymous seller are almost nil.
Now, this is the way the map is supposed to look.
Oh, my God.
The Faden map, it's been cut from the book.
Do you have any of these maps? HUNT: Yeah, Quebec, 1759.
It's been stolen.
Every map in Semper Fi's inventory matches a map missing from the Public Library or the Historical Society.
So someone just walked in and cut out the maps, and no one noticed till now? Thousands of maps, thousands of visitors.
So we're looking for anyone with a library card.
How about getting Semper Fi's name from his webpage host? Tried that.
The host is based in Estonia.
Well, we could try buying a map from him.
(TYPING) VAN BUREN: "The Quebec map is hand-colored.
"Think about it and get back to me.
" He's getting bored.
Well, keep him interested.
I need more time for the trace.
VAN BUREN: (SIGHS) Keep him interested, okay.
"Meant to say you look sizzling hot in your photo.
" Lieutenant.
Give yourself a bonbon.
VAN BUREN: "I'm super flattered, but I got a girlfriend.
"But just curious, how old are you?" How old am I? How old do you feel? Some of me feels 16, some of me feels 60.
"I'm a very young 32.
" ANTOINETTE: I've got his address.
LUPO:PoHcd Search warrant! BOY:Mom! Get on the ground now! Get on the ground! What's going on? What are you doing? Where's your computer? Where is it? Is there another computer? SWAT OFFICER: Clear! LUPO: Closed door.
Ram.
SWAT OFFICER: The entrance is clear! BERNARD: Ram.
SWAT OFFICER 1: On the ground now! SWAT OFFICER 2: Put your hands behind your back.
Murrserr, fight'? Y cu' re Semper Fr Forever? Yeah.
Get him out of here.
"Can you send me any pictures with less clothes on?" "In your dreams, Loo.
" (CHUCKLES) They got him.
This is crazy.
I don't understand what Bob could've possibly done.
Let's start with selling stolen maps.
Not Bob.
You don't know my Bob.
This kid, Eric Greenwood, worked with Bob.
He ever mention him to you? No.
Where was your Bob last Monday night? Here, with me, where he always is.
All right, who went to sleep first? I always do.
Bob stays in there on the computer, doing work for his job.
But I'm a light sleeper.
I would've heard him if he'd gone out.
You're telling me you don't know the combination to the safe? No.
Bob just keeps our important papers in there.
What's your wedding date? October 10, 1992.
Well.
Hey.
Yeah.
Check this out.
What are those? Possibly a stolen map and pictures.
LUPO: You and your husband go on any trips recently? No.
A receipt for traveler's checks worth $5,000.
But we don't have $5,000.
I didn't steal them.
I got them at a flea market.
A flea market? Well, you know, my dog has fleas smarter than you if you think that story's going to hold up.
Bob, we have your library card.
We know when you were in the same room with the books that these came from.
Now, was Eric your partner in this? Eric doesn't have anything to do with me.
He had your picture, or the picture of the stud you want to be.
Bob Munsen, action hero.
These are what Eric had over you, right? No.
LUPO: No? See, I think you were bossing him around at work, and he was going to pay you back by blowing your little fantasy.
Then your family, your coworkers, they'd all know that you never You You stop it.
You know, once your wife got a load of these pictures, she sunk your alibi.
She told us she heard you go out Monday night.
No.
I was home Monday, and besides, she's a heavy sleeper.
Nothing wakes her up.
Really? 'Cause she told us that she was a light sleeper.
She Hmm? She I want a lawyer.
I want a lawyer.
I want a lawyer.
He wants a lawyer.
Oh.
Eric threatens to expose Bob, Bob kills Eric.
Nice theory.
Too bad you're short on evidence.
Maybe we can find some in Plattsburgh.
He used the money from the maps to buy traveler's checks that were cashed in Plattsburgh.
Did he go to Plattsburgh? No.
The signatures on the traveler's checks weren't his, and the driver's license used to cash them was bogus.
Somebody else cashed them.
He bought nearly 60 grand in checks over the last four months.
He could be sending the money to a partner for safekeeping.
Maybe his partner can connect the Bob dot to the Eric dot.
LUPO: Right.
ANTOINETTE: No Plattsburgh on Munsen's computer.
There's a group of encrypted files I haven't been able to get into.
Mmm.
Those are the ones he doesn't want his wife and kids to see.
How long is this going to take? Oh, have a bonbon and relax.
There's one file that's more vulnerable than the others.
It's in a different format.
There we go.
Look at this.
LUPO: Who's that? It's a chat between Eric and someone named Chrissy89.
ANTOINETTE: That's a private chat on b-frenz.
com.
There's records of different chats here.
This one's from three weeks ago.
Last week, And they all somehow ended up on Bob's computer.
(MONITOR BEEPS) My goodness.
I think I recognize that belly button.
Yeah.
Same girl.
Look, look who's listed as her friend.
Eric Greenwood.
Click on "My Photos".
Okay, enlarge this one.
"My Special Man.
" This thing isn't about maps or money.
It's love.
Nothing else matters.
"Bob's a fake, Chrissy.
He's no Marine.
" "He's old, he's boring, he's got a wife and two kids.
" "You're just being jealous, Eric.
Bobby is cool.
He wouldn't lie to me.
" "I work with him.
He's ajerk.
He showed me your picture on b-frenz "and bragged you were his girlfriend.
You deserve better.
" "I don't believe you.
Stop being so negative, or I won't talk to you.
" "I can prove it.
I'll drive up and show you.
" "Don't you dare!" "it's because I care about you.
See you tomorrow.
" That was the last message Eric sent, three days before he was killed.
Now, if Chrissy told Bob what Eric was up to Would he kill Eric over a girl he's never met? What planet is this guy on? Planet Bob.
We need to find Chrissy.
Did she give out her address in these chats? No.
Eric did say he would drive up, as in upstate.
As in Plattsburgh, where Bob was sending the money.
Can we get her address from the website? B-frenz has offices here.
Let me get started on a subpoena.
Now we spend two weeks twiddling our thumbs.
Have a bonbon.
You know the thing about Eric driving up to see Chrissy? Right.
He didn't own a car, and there was no rental on his credit card.
Remember that lady at the sound place squawking about the extra miles on her car? Eric took the customers' cars out for a spin after hours? I did when I worked at a paint-and-body shop.
That lady had an extra 127 miles, not enough to get to Plattsburgh, but maybe somebody else filed a complaint.
RUBENSTEIN: I don't imagine This kid took my car up to Plattsburgh for the weekend? (CHUCKLES) What for, a girl? Why else would anyone go to Plattsburgh? Here we go.
Somebody used your GPS to find an address in Plattsburgh.
You watch, it'll be a girl.
(DOORBELL RINGS) Hi, Detective Lupo, NYPD, this is Detective Bernard.
We're here about a girl named Chrissy.
(WHIMPERING) Don't tell me BERNARD: Whoa, watch out, okay.
Come on.
Are you all right? Let's go inside.
Yes.
You okay, ma'am? I'm Donna.
Call me Donna.
Okay.
She's dead, isn't she? Oh, my poor baby girl.
We don't think so, ma'am.
That's not why you're here? What exactly were you expecting? Why, it's been two years since Chrissy ran away.
And then, after all that time, the police knock at the door Is she in trouble? Wejust need to talk to her.
Why? She's involved with something on the Internet.
We think she's being deceived by an older man.
(sums) She was always so naive.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR) Oh, that'll be my neighbor, Ronnie.
He's such a peach.
He's going to fix my stove.
I'll just tell him to come back a little later.
Then I want to hear all about Chrissy and this fellow Bob.
I didn't say Bob.
Did you say Bob? DONNA: I already told you.
I haven't seen or talked to Chrissy in two years.
I don't even know if she's alive or dead.
But you do know the name of her Internet boyfriend.
I don't.
You said Bob.
LUPO: You did.
(EXHALES) We need to find her, Donna.
Where is she? I don't know.
I Some man came to the house on Saturday.
He was looking for Chrissy, too.
He told me about this Bob.
I didn't want to tell you in case she was in trouble.
Well, that's him.
Eric something.
LUPO: Eric Greenwood.
He was murdered Monday night.
(sums) He said he was a friend of Chrissy's.
That someone named Bob was tricking her, pretending to be a young Marine.
(SIGHS) When a girl's as pretty as she is, they'll say anything.
We have Chrissy down as a suspected runaway.
She was running with an older crowd.
Drugs, sexually active.
Apple didn't fall far from the tree.
I don't buy her act.
A stranger shows up with news about her missing kid and she doesn't call the cops? Maybe you'd like to search her house? I don't see reasonable cause for a search warrant.
My town, my warrant.
This is some boudoir.
She's been shopping at Victoria's Secret, bebe and Diesel, but everything in here is from discount stores.
Mounting bracket for a flat-screen TV, a big one.
But no TV.
She cleaned the place out.
She didn't carry that TV by herself.
Maybe Ronnie next door helped her.
I hear he's a peach.
Hmm.
Donna's neighbor said he helped her move the goods into a locker on the Tuesday after Eric was killed.
What's the value of these goods? $60,000, give or take, which is the amount that Bob Munsen sent in traveler's checks to Plattsburgh.
Sending them to this woman and her daughter.
It's a con.
She reeled in a sucker with sexy pictures of her daughter.
Pretty soon, Bob Munsen's sending her money.
And stealing maps to fund his fantasy life.
Where does this put us on the murder? Eric Greenwood tried to expose Munsen, he tried to get in contact with Chrissy.
That's motive only if Munsen knew what Greenwood was up to.
Donna might know what Munsen knew, but she's not cooperating.
Have you tried indicting her for fraud? You've got a locker full of evidence.
CONNIE: Well, the Plattsburgh D.
A.
doesn't see it that way.
As far as he's concerned, Munsen sent the money voluntarily.
He won't help us.
We need some leverage here, Jack.
I'm meeting with Governor Shalvoy this afternoon.
We know.
Your assistant told us.
No, of course you can't be chasing dubious cases for Jack McCoy.
You've got your own murder cases in Plattsburgh.
Tell you what, I've got a supplemental appropriation coming up.
What if I find a 10% bump in there to help you with those murder cases in Plattsburgh? It's the right thing to do, Harry.
Thanks.
The woman will be charged with criminal impersonation tomorrow morning.
How much did that cost you? Nothing.
I already promised the supplemental to the Mayor of Plattsburgh.
That D.
A.
is just not in the loop.
That's a polite way of putting it.
Let's get back to this crime bill.
You know, Jack, with my good looks and your brains, I really think we might accomplish some good here.
WILLENS: I don't know how you goosed our D.
A.
in Plattsburgh, but criminal impersonation for not disclosing her flaws to a suitor? Under that theory, my wife ought to be locked up, too.
CUTTER: Flaws? Your client cut 30 years off her age.
She actively misled Mr.
Munsen to the tune of $60,000.
There's nothing illegal about receiving gifts from a romantic admirer.
And by the way, what makes you think Munsen wasn't chatting with Chrissy? If that's the case, let's hear it from Chrissy.
Where is she? I don't know.
(sums) It was me.
It was all me.
Maybe my client and I ought DONNA: No.
There's no point.
After Chrissy ran away, visiting her b-frenz page made me feel close to her.
I started updating her profile, to pretend she was still with me.
I didn't expect any attention.
But the men were all over it.
I ignored them at first, but Bobby was different.
He was sweet, not dirty like the others.
I didn't ask him for anything.
I didn't promise him anything.
Except for the photos, everything I shared with Bobby was true.
Except that the whole thing was a lie.
No.
We had something real, heart-to-heart.
CONNIE: And your correspondence with Eric Greenwood, was that also heart-to-heart? No.
I told him to stop writing to me.
Did he tell you Bobby was a fraud? Mmm-hmm.
And did you inform Mr.
Munsen that Eric was trying to expose him, that he actually came looking for Chrissy? Yes.
I called Bobby.
You talked to him on the phone? I was so freaked out I tried to sound like Chrissy.
Bobby was so surprised to hear from me.
If I'd have known what would happen, how Bobby would react when I told him about Eric Oh, God, I didn't think he'd kill anybody.
We'll need records of your chats off your computer.
WILLENS: You don't need it.
You have her.
In return for dropping the fraud charge, she will testify against Munsen.
Donna's testimony makes our case.
And her character makes a pifiata for the defense.
If you're lucky, Bob will cut a deal before you ever have to put this woman on the stand.
What? Donna's phone records.
She did call Bob after Eric's visit.
She called him again the night of Eric's murder, right after she called directory assistance and had them text her the number and address of the bar where Eric was killed.
The bartender told the police Eric was waiting for someone.
Chrissy.
Donna told him Chrissy was going to meet him.
But she sent Bob instead.
She was afraid Eric might see through her scam.
And if he told Bob, then the traveler's checks to Plattsburgh would stop.
She masterminded this murder.
Maybe it's time Bob finally met his dream girl.
You want me to read it out loud? Mmm-hmm.
These are the chats we found on Mr.
Munsen's computer.
We just want to make sure that you're ready to testify at his trial.
(CLEARS THROAT) You can use your normal voice.
"You make me feel like no other guy ever did.
"My whole body gets warm when I think of you.
" And that's a message you sent to a man you knew as Semper Fi Forever? Mmm-hmm.
CONNIE: Go on.
"I think of you when I go to sleep, "but I don't exactly go to sleep, ”if you know what! mean.
” Why is that woman reading that? Because she wrote it to you.
”Guess who? I'm wearing the red panties you sent me, the ones with the little bow.
" No, no, she didn't.
Who is she? You got that message from Chrissy, didn't you? Mr.
Munsen.
That is Chrissy.
What kind of game is this? 'Tm going to take a photo of myself in the panties and send it to you.
" CONNIE: Did you ever send them to him? No.
{couldn't fake a photo.
No.
It can't be.
Well, come on.
Let's ask her.
Semper Fi Forever, meet Chrissy89.
Bobby? Not exactly the Chrissy from her picture, is she, Mr.
Munsen? But then, you're not exactly the Bobby from your pictures, either.
This is Chrissy's mother, Mr.
Munsen.
Care to look at all the cool stuff that she bought with the money you sent her? Where is Chrissy? DONNA: Chrissy ran away, Bobby.
But when I was her age, I looked just like her.
Ran away? LUPO: Two years ago.
You were never talking to Chrissy.
Ever.
But everything I said to you was true.
Bobby, everything between us was real.
You bitch! You lying bitch! She sent me after Eric! She said he was bothering her.
She said he was coming between us.
No, Bobby, don't say that.
My God, what an idiot I was! Perhaps your client would like to make a plea agreement.
Bitch! Bitch! Man one, and he testifies against her? She told me where he was.
At the bar! She wanted me to kill him.
Looks like we have a deal.
Oh, God, what have I done? LUPO: The defendant said that Eric Greenwood had been to her house on Saturday, looking for her daughter Chrissy.
Was Chrissy there with her mother? No.
She ran away from home two years ago.
Mrs.
Cheponis told us that she'd been posing as her daughter on the Internet.
And do you know why she engaged in this fraud? Every time Bob Munsen sent Chrissy money, a similar amount was deposited the next day into Donna Cheponis' checking account.
All ma, more than $60,000.
So if Eric Greenwood figured out that Mrs.
Cheponis was a fraud and told Bob Munsen, she'd be out a pretty good living.
Objection.
Calls for speculation.
Sustained.
Save it for the op-ed page, Mr.
Cutter.
No more questions.
Have you made another arrest in the murder of Eric Greenwood? Yes.
We arrested Bob Munsen.
Who's charged with a lesser crime than murder in exchange for testifying against my client? That's what they tell me.
And to your knowledge, who beat Eric Greenwood to death with a baseball bat? Bob Munsen.
And where was Mrs.
Cheponis when this took place? As far as we know, she was in Plattsburgh.
Three hundred miles away.
Thank you.
Eric never saw me coming.
I walked up behind him, swung the baseball bat at his head, hit him again after he fell, then I stuffed him in the couch.
And how long was this after your last conversation with the woman you thought to be Chrissy? About two hours.
And what did she tell you during that conversation? Objection.
Hearsay.
This is a conversation between accomplices, a clear exception to the hearsay rule.
WILLENS: Only if we assume what the prosecution seeks to prove.
Accomplices? CUTTER: If Mr.
Willens doesn't like what the People I don't remember.
You don't remember what? What she said.
Uh, I think it was something general.
You know, like, how was I doing, how she was doing in school Hold on, Mr.
Munsen.
I haven't ruled on the defense's objection yet.
It's withdrawn.
Didn't she discuss Eric with you? No.
Mr.
Munsen, do you recall telling the police that Donna Cheponis, posing as Chrissy, told you she'd made a date with Eric, told you where he was, told you that if you didn't kill him, she would never communicate with you again? I was lying.
Aren't you lying now? No.
When I told you all that stuff, I'd never been in prison before.
I hadn't slept in weeks.
My wife just told me that she was leaving with my children.
I was scared, just desperate.
How did you even know where Eric was going to be that night? Wasn't she the one who told you? No.
I overheard Eric telling someone at work where he was going to be.
I killed him all by myself.
She had nothing to do with this.
Chrissy had nothing to do with this.
He recanted.
It was him, him, him! Donna had nothing to do with it.
No, on the stand, he said, "Chrissy.
" On the stand he said, "Chrissy had nothing to do with it.
" He's back to thinking he's really talking to her, that it was Chrissy who told him to kill Eric.
He's taking the rap for the virtual girl he loves.
What a romantic.
CONNIE: Donna must have got to him.
She fooled him on the Internet, she must have fooled him again somehow.
They're in separate jails at Rikers.
There's no communication.
JACK: You must still believe in the Easter bunny.
Have their cells searched.
Check their visitor logs.
Find the go-between.
HECKLEY: What's this? LUPO: This envelope was mailed from your zip code last week, Mr.
Heckley, the day after you took a collect call from Donna Cheponis.
Do you know her? Uh, who? Donna? We'll take that as ayes.
Watch your step there.
This handwriting right here, is that yours? You sent this? (STAMMERING) Yeah, okay.
How did you guys get it? LUPO: From the person you sent it to, Bob Munsen.
We found it empty in his cell.
What do you mean, cell? Bob's in jail, Carl.
He's on trial for murder.
I didn't send that to no jail.
See? It just says a post-office box there.
Queens, New York.
Yeah, that's the address to the jail, same jail that Donna's in.
Donna's in jail? Why do you think she called you collect? To save money.
You don't know she's on trial for murder? I don't think so.
Are you guys sure you got the right Donna? We'll double-check that.
What was in this envelope, Mr.
Heckley? Oh, it was just a letter.
Donna said it was a joke.
I didn't understand it.
But she's a hard woman to understand.
What was the joke exactly? She told me to write to this guy Bob to say that I was a friend to Chrissy's and that Chrissy said that her mom was trying to protect her, but that she couldn't keep it up, and so Bob had to do the right thing.
The right thing? Own up to what he did, whatever that is.
Oh! I wrote it all down.
That's how come I remember.
Uh, I wrote it down somewhere.
I sure was glad to hear Chrissy's okay.
She ran away couple of years ago, you know.
Uh-huh, we know.
Uh, her and her mom were having problems back then, so I let Chrissy stay here for awhile.
Then she was just gone.
That happen a lot, Carl, underage girls staying with you? Hey, come on now, nothing happened.
Jeez, you sound just like Donna.
She had a real jealous streak about that Chrissy.
You and Donna had a thing back then? Well, we still get together every once in a while.
You know.
When was the last time you saw her? A few weeks ago, during the big thaw.
Yeah.
She came over and spent the night.
She was worried that the cellar might be flooding, so she checked it out and said it was fine.
She was worried about your cellar? You can look around all you want.
If you guys like spiders, you're in luck.
LUPO: Thanks.
Donna didn't happen to stash a computer down here, did she? HECKLEY: No, no.
BERNARD: Hey! We got some fresh dirt over here.
Looks like the thaw disturbed this earth.
HECKLEY: You fellows find something? LUPO: I don't know.
BERNARD: Look at that.
Look at that.
Look at that.
Right there, right there.
Yeah, I think we did.
Dental records are in.
It's confirmed.
CUTTER: Donna must have found Chrissy staying at her own boyfriend's house.
What was the girl doing there? Use your imagination.
Her mother apparently did.
She killed Chrissy and buried her in the basement, and then posed as the daughter she murdered to fleece money from men.
And, just this week, she convinced Bob to take the full blame for Eric Greenwood's murder to protect Chrissy.
Who doesn't exist, because Donna killed her.
A perfect circle.
The woman is a sociopath.
However, the Plattsburgh D.
A.
walks to the beat of a different drummer.
He's charged the boyfriend for Chrissy's murder.
Because? His house, his cellar, his involvement with an underage girl.
Are you sure it isn't the boyfriend? He practically led Lupo and Bernard to the body.
And we know this woman.
She's a killer.
You're seeing Governor Shalvoy again tonight, right? It's his decision, Jack.
I'm the Governor of New York, not the District Attorney of Clinton County.
You weren't the District Attorney of Clinton County when you called them the last time.
And I was overstepping then.
How would you like it if I told you whom to prosecute? Iwouldn't.
I have big plans for the state, Jack.
Plans I know you support.
We have to use our political capital wisely.
Jack McCoy, how the heck are you? I'm being enlightened by your husband, as usual.
Don's got you fooled, too? How's your lovely daughter? Great.
She got a new job in San Diego.
San Diego? That's our loss.
Thank you for coming tonight.
It really means so much to us.
It's good to see you, too, Rita.
As for your case, Jack, would it help if you told them that the Governor was taking a personal interest? A personal interest? That's great.
We'll send the Governor a postcard when my client walks out a free woman.
This isn't over, Mrs.
Cheponis.
We do have other evidence on both murders.
When the police were talking to Carl, did he ask about me? We're talking about the murder of your daughter.
You don't seem especially upset.
You know what, Mr.
Cutter? After she'd been gone for so long, I think I knew in my bones she was dead.
I've been mourning for so long already.
This is just, I don't know, closure.
Unbelievable.
She's going to skate on two murders.
We have to flip Bob.
He's in total denial.
He thinks he's protecting Chrissy.
Yeah, well, we found Chrissy's body.
It's atrick, if you ask him.
I need you to go back up to Plattsburgh and bring a box.
(DOOR OPENS) Your lawyer agreed to let us talk in private.
I don't want to talk to you.
Well, you can talk or not talk.
I can't use anything you say against you.
I don't have anything to say anyway.
Well, I wanted to tell you that I think you made some bad mistakes, but I understand.
You do? Yeah.
You want to protect Chrissy.
I see the appeal.
I mean, just look at her.
When a man runs into someone like that, at our age, hell, at any age, and she writes to you, "You make me feel like no other guy ever did.
"My whole body gets warm when I think of you.
" How's a man supposed to react? She's special, isn't she? Yes, she is.
You could be free with Chrissy.
Be the man you know yourself to be.
She didn't judge or belittle you.
She admired you.
And she rewarded you with her confidences.
How her favorite food was cheesebu rgers with pean ut butter.
Pean ut butter.
Yeah.
And how she fell out of a tree and broke her arm when she was 12.
We even found the X-ray the doctor took.
And here you are defending her, defending her mother, like a brave warrior.
And it feels good, doesn't it? Knowing that Chrissy's out there somewhere, admiring your sacrifice, preparing herself for the day when the two of you can finally be together.
You can see the fracture, can't you, right there, and here? It's healed now, but you can still see the mark.
What is that? It's Chrissy's arm, Bob.
What's left of it.
No.
Chrissy's dead, Bob.
Donna had her boyfriend send you that letter, not Chrissy.
You're lying.
That's not her.
You heard a body was found in Plattsburgh, right? There's lots of runaways.
That doesn't prove anything.
It's a match, Bob, a match for Chrissy.
You see that charming chipped tooth in her smile? Well, here it is.
Donna killed her two years ago.
Strangled her, broke her neck.
Your sacrifice is for nothing.
The only person that you're protecting is Donna.
(SOBBING) Oh, Chrissy.
You have to help us, Bob.
She'd want you to.
Okay.
Oh, God.
(WHIMPERING) Chrissy's real now.
The People recall Bob Munsen.
I loved her more than you ever did.
You didn't even know her, you idiot.
Okay.
Good work, Mike.
Guilty.
25-to-life.
And it seems the Plattsburgh D.
A.
has seen the light about charging her for her daughter's murder.
It's a big state, Jack.
Be glad you're only responsible for a small part of it.