Law & Order: Criminal Intent (2001–2011): Season 3, Episode 15 - Shrink-Wrapped - full transcript

[Man Narrating] 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.

I thought you wanted me to come.
Christian, you know when your time is.

Aren't you happy to see me?

You can call me... later.

I have five more minutes, man.

This is bull. You
owe us the time.

Five minutes!

[Click]

That's how happy your
message made me.



Thanks for the second chance.

Dr. Barnes's table is this way.

I'm expecting a
limo at 10:00. Sure.

There's a mistake. No problem.
We'll add a place setting.

- No, I have to get out of...
- This is completely inappropriate.

- Eloise, I-I didn't...
- Honey, go back to the table.

Why don't we talk, hmm?

Time for your shift at Kinko's?

Keep moving, Kenny G.

What the hell is
your problem, man?

Is this to punish me, hmm?

It's you who hurt me.

I want you to call me
tomorrow morning.

It's time we changed
our relationship.



Camilla? Graham?

Oh, my God.

My desk!

Camilla, call 9 1 1. No!

No. It's... It's all right.
I'll clean it up myself.

Still drunk from last
night? [Chuckling]

Oh, man, what
happened to his face?

[Man] The room was booked
6:00 to 8:00 by Mr. Lyle,

a student at Juilliard.
[Eames] Who found him?

The 8:00 to 10:00 booking.
We got 'em in the room next door.

They're waiting on their
lawyer before they talk to us.

Witnesses need lawyers now?
Just the ones with trust funds.

Murder weapon's over here.

Acid burns.

The killer got close to him.
He might've known him.

[Shutter Clicks]

Eight-inch kitchen knife.
Looks fresh out of the package.

Well, the killer... came in low,

Christian was probably
flailing his arms around...

after he was
blinded by the acid.

Stitches.

Black eye.

Well, this could be the
trump in a long running feud.

Maybe a battle of the bands.

My clients are witnesses.

They all have alibis for
the time of the murder.

That's impressive. We haven't
established the time of death yet.

How'd you tear your knuckles
up? Doing windmills on your guitar?

Or on the trumpet player's face?

The dude started it.

Last Thursday, we're, um,
we're loading out our gear,

he walks up, kicks my guitar,
then he throws a punch at us.

After the first punch,
what'd he do? Nothing.

Didn't even protect himself.
He's lucky we didn't bust his lip.

All right, that's enough. You need
them, you talk to me first. Come on, guys.

St. Vincent's is the nearest E.R.
He probably got his stitches there.

Maybe it wasn't the only
treatment he was getting.

You know, I need to
see his C.D.'s again.

I remember some of his home
recordings had interesting titles.

"Self-actualization." Here.

"Transference Bebop"?

These are
psychotherapeutic terms.

He was seeing a shrink.
Been better off seeing a lyricist.

This is such a shock.
He has no other family.

His mother passed away in
childbirth. [Goren] Well, that explains it.

Starting all the fights,
not defending himself.

Felt guilty about his mother.

That's very good, Detective.

St. Vincent's told us he was treated
four times last year for fight injuries.

Anybody have it in for him?

He was only my
patient for four months.

The hospital said that
he called you Thursday.

You went downtown in the
middle of the night to see him.

You thought that
he was, um, suicidal?

No, but I thought it was an
opportune time to confront his behavior.

Did you spill something here?

Because there's a
circle of clean rug,

and you have no blotter.

I have an old cat,
and he has accidents.

Your cat...

He jimmy locks too?

Because that's been fixed.

Someone broke in here.
One of your patients?

I have no idea. It
happened last Sunday.

We were seeing
friends off to the airport.

Christian, um... Did you
know he recorded a new piece?

"Transference Bebop."

Transference... It means...

when a patient directs
his feelings for his mother,

for example, to his therapist.

That's correct.

And while Christian
revered his mother for...

sacrificing herself
to save his life,

he might've also resented
her for making him feel guilty.

You're impressing me. So...

if he was transferring
his feelings to you,

then he might've resented
you to the point of breaking in...

and, you know,
urinating on your desk.

That's assuming he
revered me in the first place.

I'm a psychiatrist.

Unlike some people, I have no
trouble making my boundaries clear.

"Some people." You
mean police officers?

No. Social workers, psychologists.
Oh, and for the record,

Christian was masochistic,
not contemptuous.

Now, I've got a
room full of patients.

♪♪ [Trumpet]

Dr. Barnes is what, 47? She's
old enough to be his mother.

I guess that's the point.
Miniskirts can work wonders.

Well, she might've started
dressing that way after the fact.

An affair can
make you feel sexy.

Lab says the weapon of
choice was sulfuric acid.

Available at any drugstore.
Or in any car battery.

What are you listening to?

It's called "In Celebration."
Christian recorded it Thursday.

The day he ended up in the E.R.

Could you look up
Eloise's driver's license?

She said that she had friends
from out of town last weekend,

maybe for a special occasion.

Eloise Barnes. Date
of birth, last Thursday.

Maybe the trumpet
piece was a gift.

Well, he might've planned
to give it to her in person.

His credit card records show
a limo charge on Thursday.

There's no reservation
under "Lyle." The limousine

company said the pickup
was supposed to be from here.

What about a
"Barnes?" Dr. Barnes?

Dr. Barnes was here, yes.

You know her? She's been coming
here since we opened 20 years ago.

Was she here with him last
Thursday? With him? No.

She was here with her husband, their
daughter, Camilla, and another couple.

This young man was not
with them. But he was here.

Was there a scene?

Mr. Barnes escorted him out.

Well, that sounds
exciting. [Chuckles]

The Barnes are always very
lively. How often is always?

They have a standing reservation,
Wednesday and Friday, 7:30.

They walk in together lately?

She's run a little
late the past month.

I bet she has, Christian being
her last appointment on those days.

Mr. Barnes mind
his wife's tardiness?

He can't really complain.
He's usually late

coming in from the
hospital. He's a doctor too?

No, he's a psychologist.

One of those people who
can't keep their boundaries clear.

[Man] Graham was on
call Tuesday evening.

He was in and out of his office,
but he was here for an intake at 8:00.

His clients come in off the street?
Some. Some are court-mandated.

Therapy's a condition
of their sentencing.

Um, can we see his
appointments from that night?

Yeah.

Let's see.

Yeah. He had one
at 6:00.6:00, yeah.

Uh, did Mr. Barnes have a special
interest in male criminal pathology?

Because it seems that, well,

most of his... All of
his clients are men.

Gee, what are the odds?

He'll be allowed to accept female
clients again in a few months.

Uh, Mr. Clayton,

if there was a complaint filed
by one of his clients against him,

we need to know.

A client alleged Graham was sexually
inappropriate and that he threatened her.

But she kept changing her
story, so Graham was exonerated.

But you're still
taking precautions.

Yeah.

Ow! Ow! Ow! What?

My eyes! What is it? Let me see.

No. Let me... Come on.

[Laughing]

You think that's
funny? A man is dead!

I just came in to
say good night.

Good night, baby.

He wasn't a man. He
was a puppy. [Barks]

Oh! [Chuckling]

I made that complaint when I
wasn't in my best frame of mind.

[Goren] But it sounds
like you and Graham had a

relationship outside of
therapy. A sex relationship.

- You claimed that he made a threat?
- Against my life.

Do you have proof? Because we
can help you get a restraining order.

I get it. He dumped her, so she
filed a false complaint against him.

I'm gonna call the probation
officer. Graham bought a gun.

You helped him?

Is that why you didn't tell
us about the gun before?

It would violate your probation?

Graham said he had
people bothering him,

so I hooked him up
with my friend K.J.

How does buying a
gun turn into a threat?

Graham used to make me pick him
up at the hospital and bring him here,

and last month I found
his wallet in my car,

and this was in it.

It's, uh, five names:

Eloise Barnes, David Clayton, K.J.
Mickens, Tanya Coker and Frank Lasday.

I filed the complaint
because he was gonna kill me.

And the others?

A hit list.

Barnes jumped over the
boundary and off the deep end.

Barnes just wanted a
night out on the town.

I took him to some biker
bars on Avenue D. He loved it.

And buying a gun,
Tanya just made that up?

He just kept grinding about
all the asswipes in his life.

I set him up with a couple of
good buys, but the guy was picky.

I mean, he didn't buy anything.

He loved it, that's what you said.
Even though he didn't find a gun?

We ended up in an
after-hours dive up in the Bronx.

He was telling stories about being in
Africa, in the bush, drinking goat's blood.

Uh, goat's blood? Yeah.

He took his wife and
his kid out in the middle of

the night to see some
witch doctor kill a goat.

The wife and kid freaked out,
but Barnes drank the blood.

It was an anthropological
expedition.

I was never going to buy a gun.

Putting yourself and
your family into frightening

situations, that's
exciting to you, isn't it?

Unless you people have some
facts to talk about... Here's a fact.

He put Tanya Coker
in fear for her life.

That drug-fried
pathological liar.

I treated her
destructive behavior.

And how does she thank
me? With a baseless complaint.

And what about your
boss, David Clayton,

and Frank Lasday?

A parasite. He thought hiring
Eloise would raise his status.

What is this litany of names?

They're all on this list, along
with his wife and his pal K.J.

He has scores to settle.

I've never seen this in my
life. It was in your wallet.

You took my wallet when you
arrested me. You planted this.

We mean your old wallet.

We found that in Tanya's car. It
must've fallen out of your pocket.

You know, your life would be
much better without these people.

Then, of course, one name
jumped to the top: Eloise's lover.

This kid, half your age.

That isn't mine. It's yours,

with your social security
card, your credit card.

She stole those from me.

You didn't report them missing.

Diner's Card? I never use it.

When would I need
a social security card?

I don't want to talk
to them anymore.

Maybe Ms. Coker
is a pathological liar.

Barnes is the liar.

He had other
cards in these slots.

The leather has become embossed with
his name and the numbers from another one.

Expiration date,
it's August 1996.

The leather, it's dry and cracked. I don't
think this wallet has been used for years.

Eloise.

She tossed one of Barnes's old wallets
into Tanya Coker's car, with a hit list.

To break up his
affair with Tanya.

And now he lies about the wallet
to protect his wife. What a guy.

He still tried to buy a
gun, and I assume he's

still a murder suspect,
so let's get him arraigned.

What do you think,
all bark and no bite?

Could be.

You know, the last name
on the list, Frank Lasday,

I wonder why Eloise would put
one of her own patients on the list.

Eloise was only my therapist for
three months. I never met her husband.

He called you a parasite.

They're despicable people.
They deserve each other.

I mean, two shrinks?
What could be worse?

Right. Spending the whole
day analyzing each other.

Worse. They talk
about their patients.

Eloise... She told her husband
something that you revealed in therapy?

I told her I was
abused by my father.

Next thing I know, a mutual friend tells
me Graham Barnes mentioned it to him.

You confront Eloise
about it? Oh, she denied it.

Said some crap about
buying new locks.

She's damn lucky
I didn't sue her.

[Girl] Hey, Daddy! I owe
somebody a hot chocolate.

I'm hungry.

Considering what Eloise
thinks of psychologists,

I wouldn't think she'd blab
to Graham about her patients.

She mentioned
changing the locks.

If Graham had a key,
maybe he read her files.

If he thought she was fooling
around with her patients, sure.

Eloise had said
Christian was a masochist.

He hurt himself, not others.

Urinating on her desk
doesn't fit his pathology.

If Christian didn't
do it, then Graham?

Graham wanted Eloise to
think that Christian did it...

by mimicking his pathology.

He read his files... But if it
had the wrong information...

We need a search warrant.

Their phones are off, but they'll
check voice mail at intermission.

They're gonna freak out,
you barging in here like this.

We barged in so no one
would be tempted to destroy

Christian's file before
we get a look at it.

We understand why
you're being protective,

you know, especially
because of the break-in.

Your mother said that
you were with friends,

sending them off. Was
your father with you?

We met for brunch
at their hotel. He got

tied up on a phone
call. He joined us later.

[Phone Ringing] Oh,
that might be my parents.

Okay. Eloise's
notes on Christian.

There's no mention of masochism.

Here.

"Poor impulse control.
Transient psychotic episodes."

These are symptoms of
borderline personality disorder.

The kind of pathology
consistent with defiling her office.

She put these notes in here knowing
Graham would read them and act accordingly.

She set a trap.

Graham's prints are on the file.

He staged the break-in to frighten
Eloise into breaking up with Christian,

and he probably tricked Christian
into showing up at her birthday party.

After she sabotaged his affair
with Tanya with a bogus hit list.

This is a marriage? These
people need counseling.

These two would eat a
marriage counselor for lunch.

They prefer this game, you know.

They've probably been
playing it since they met.

One of them decided
to play for keeps.

I told them you'd object,
but they had a warrant.

Of course you blame
the wife's alcoholism.

Never mind the husband's a narcissist
who refused to get a job. It was the '50s.

What kind of straight job could he do?
He'd been a jazz musician his whole life.

Dad. Figures you'd pick a
play about jazz musicians.

I tried to call you.
[Eloise] We know, sweetie.

No, I didn't pick the
play. You picked the play.

You bought the tickets. I had
to cancel all my credit cards...

after they'd been passed
around the police station.

Don't make yourself out to be a
victim. You were trying to buy a gun.

Mom... The hell I was. You and that
meth-head cooked up the whole thing.

Oh!

I was at school grading
papers that Tuesday night.

I called Mom. She was
home, doing paperwork.

What about your dad? His boss
said he was M.I.A. for a few hours.

Why do you keep
hounding my parents?

Their patients are
disturbed people. They

aren't accountable for
what happens to them.

We think your mother was having
an affair with this particular patient.

My mother does not have affairs.

Well, she dresses
very sexy for a therapist.

I mean, she didn't
always do that.

She's become more
comfortable with her sexuality.

That doesn't mean she's
having sex outside her marriage.

Your mother talks to
you about her sexuality?

That'd be inappropriate,
wouldn't it?

If my mom dressed
like that, I'd be mortified.

And my dad... Oh, boy.

But that's why your mom does it,
doesn't she, to provoke your father?

You make our home
sound like high school.

My parents are smarter than most
people, but our family's like any other.

Well, yeah. This birthday
party's like any other family.

How old are you here? Nine.

My parents took the
picture. You know,

this looks like the same restaurant
that your mother had her birthday party at.

You know what? Uh... You know,

what did you think when Christian
Lyle came in with the flowers?

Nothing. I've been hearing about
transference since I was a child.

And if you like family
photos so much, why don't

you look at the ones where
we're enjoying ourselves?

You mean like this?
What's this, a safari?

In Zimbabwe. Dad had us
camp out in a predator park.

With lions, tigers and
bears? Sounds reckless.

My father isn't afraid of life.

He can handle himself in any
situation. Ask his coworkers.

Ask them who kept the generators
going during the blackout last summer.

People think Dad's corrosive,

like the surface
of this painting.

But Mom and I know
what he's like inside.

This is the Williamsburg Bridge.

Where'd they get this?

My mother bought it
from the artist. It's copper.

Did she go to his studio? Yes.

He treats her like a queen. Excuse
me. I have to make a phone call.

Is this what you mean by
art that makes you think?

Well, it makes me think of
Eloise. The finish, it's acid-wash.

We love what Eloise has. The
colors are perfect for our master bath.

How does this stuff
hold up in the humidity?

What is it, some
kind of a wash? Sst!

It's complicated, but
basically I use sulfuric acid.

Acid? How do you
dispose of the acid?

Do you just dump it out here?

No. I keep it in those tubs.

But it's all wide open.
Anyone could come in here:

cats, little children.

I gotta ask you something, Luke.

Eloise's got one of your big
honkin' pieces in her living room.

Why is that?

She bought that piece
after I decked her husband.

There was an
artist's studio tour.

I was showing Eloise my
work. I came outside and, uh...

Graham was showing
his work to your girlfriend.

He had her cornered.
I clocked him.

So now she's, like, I guess
your biggest fan, right?

And she always
sends people like you.

Actually, we came on our own.

Great. That mean you're
not buying anything?

We'll take samples of your acid
tubs. Okay, guys, let's get started.

It's sulfuric acid. Same
stuff used in the murder.

But your samples contained copper.
The acid from the murder had lead sulfate.

Lead like in car
batteries. Sure.

This lead had low specific
gravity. Probably a used car battery.

The Barnes don't own a car.

The blackout.

Camilla said that Graham kept the
generators running at the hospital.

Well, generators use
lead-acid batteries, don't they?

That was Penell.

He heard I might
be rearrested...

because my fingerprints were
on some batteries at the hospital.

I'm not following you, Graham.

Penell says they can hold me in
jail until they decide I'm innocent.

Hmm. And how does
that make you feel?

Don't!

- I need your help, Eloise.
- Ah.

I need... I need you
to have me committed.

I can't sign the
papers. I am your wife.

Then get Laurie
and Jonathan to do it.

But you write it up.
I need protection.

You won, okay?

I'll be your... your good boy.

I just... [Whimpers]

I just don't want to go to jail.

The commitment
papers are in order.

This is not an attempt to evade
arrest, but to avoid a travesty.

He's not here. He was admitted
to Edgewood Institute last night.

Your client's only
delaying the inevitable.

Whether now or in 60
days, he'll be in our custody.

My husband has a major depressive
disorder with psychotic features.

His condition has been
deteriorating for months.

He's a danger to himself and to
others. You wrote this yourself?

The papers are signed by
Drs. Coddington and Beale.

She just cited the report verbatim. I
mean, they signed it, but she wrote it.

What's going on? Where's Dad?

Oh, Cami.

Your father agreed to go
someplace where he would be safe.

What? When?

Last night. He didn't
want to wake you.

He did it for himself. Actually,
your mother did it for him.

She wrote the commitment papers.

This is what you've
wanted all along, isn't it?

I hope you're happy.

This is not over.

He's confined to the institute.

Unless we prevail at a competency
hearing, he's out of our reach.

Thanks to Eloise. You would've thought
she would've enjoyed seeing him locked up.

No. This way he's
totally at her mercy.

It's what she wanted all
along. Even Camilla saw that.

The daughter directed her
comments at you, Detective.

Transference. It was meant
for her mother. I'm a safer target.

The last thing she said,
that's the interesting part.

"This is not over."
"This" being what?

This family makes me want
to go home and kiss my wife.

You know, Camilla,

she made a point of telling us about
how her father kept the generators going.

The acid-wash painting,
she directed our attention to it.

She was helping us make
a case against her parents.

The game isn't over.

Camilla's game.

Can't say for sure if Camilla was
here that night, but she often stays late.

You know how she gets home? A
taxi or maybe a boyfriend picks her up?

I don't think she has a boyfriend,
and she takes the subway.

12 blocks away? By herself?

Yes. Her choice.

But... And this school, way up in the
Bronx, I mean, that's also her choice?

Yes. She was offered P.S.
19 1 on the Lower East Side.

Safer neighborhoods,
one block from the subway.

I'm glad she chose us.

This is her classroom.

Jamie, didn't Ms.
Barnes tell you she had a

meeting this afternoon
and couldn't tutor you?

I wanted to do some
math on the computer.

[Whirring] Air wrench.

Lots of garages in the neighborhood,
with Dumpsters full of old car batteries.

[Man] You can't be here unsupervised.
I'll call your aunt to come pick you up.

I said she ain't there.

[Door Closes] Grown-ups
never listen to kids.

I'll bet Ms. Barnes
listens to you, huh?

Does she talk to
you about grown-ups,

talk to you about your parents?

I don't have parents.
Just my aunt.

Did Ms. Barnes talk
to you about that?

She says I'm not
missing anything.

I gotta do geography
now. [Keyboarding]

[Beeps] What's this? "Jazz."

Musicians, they
come to play for us.

Ms. Barnes recorded
it on the computer.

Was there a trumpet player?

Can we hear a little bit of it?

It got erased.

It was me on upright bass,
James on sax, Dwayne on drums.

We're the core of the quartet.
Christian came by when he felt like it.

Christian just happened
to feel like it when

you went to P.S. 360?
Teacher's request.

Did she ask for
him by name? Yeah.

How'd Christian like Camilla?

Oh, she didn't rate.
Not like she didn't try.

She had on a short skirt, blouse,
you know, showing her stuff.

You record your own
performances? Yeah.

Did you record the
one at P.S. 360?

And she wanted to engage him
without letting on who she was.

Simple curiosity. If she thought
her mother was having an affair...

Her mother probably told her.
She knew Christian's name,

that he went to Juilliard,
played in a quartet.

She even dressed like
her mother for the occasion.

Probably 'cause Mom
told her what Christian liked.

I can just imagine
being 22, no boyfriend,

hearing Mom talk about this hot
fling she had with a guy my age.

I'd be furious. At your mother.

- We've got her.
- Unless it's an admission of guilt
by Camilla.

Not-Not quite, but it's something
that she wouldn't want Eloise to hear.

[Phone Ringing] Graham Barnes still has
a clear motive. He killed his wife's lover.

That's something that a
jury can wrap its arms around.

Carver. Hold on.

Someone named
Phillipe, from a restaurant.

Um, you have a competency hearing
scheduled for Barnes, don't you?

Yes, next Wednesday.
Call Camilla as our witness.

So she can tell the judge how insane
her father is? That doesn't help us.

Well, it depends
what you ask her.

Why did they ask her to testify?

She doesn't know anything.
She's not a professional.

If the judge rules that
Graham is mentally fit,

then he could order him released
from the institute and into police custody.

Thank God Laurie and
Jonathan are testifying.

They'll know what
they're talking about.

His behavior got more erratic.
I didn't know what to expect.

[Carver] That's not the heroic
picture you presented to the police.

You said he could
handle any situation.

I was in denial. Denial?

Didn't you make a point to
mention your father's quick thinking?

You told the detectives that your father
kept the generators going at his hospital.

In fact, that's how they connected him
to the battery acid used in the murder.

I... I was just very
proud of my father.

Oh, for God's sake. In
that same conversation,

didn't you use a painting by
your mother's favorite artist...

to draw an analogy
to your father?

I don't specifically remember.

That your father isn't
what he appears to be,

that he's not as destructive
as the sulfuric acid...

your mother's favorite
artist used in his work?

[Whispering] Stop her, stop her!

Your Honor, the witness is not
qualified to offer an opinion on this.

- She is a grammar school teacher.
- She can certainly offer her impressions
of the defendant's behavior.

I'll allow it. Answer the
question, Ms. Barnes.

I might've...

I... The police misunderstood.

They misunderstood when you said your
father provided for you a normal home life,

filled with family vacations and
birthday parties like this one?

- Yes, like that one.
- And as much as your parents
would like you to say otherwise,

life with Father was normal.

That's what you said to the
police? Yes, I guess I did.

No further questions, Your
Honor. Thank you, Ms. Barnes.

The parties will have
my decision in 30 minutes.

Mr. Carver, can I have a
word? Surely. Mr. Penell?

Where'd they go?

Well, it looks like you might've
done it, huh? Sent Dad to jail.

I don't want that.

For once, you've snatched the
victory from the jaws of your mother,

showed your parents just
how smart you really are.

They know. They raised me. Raised
you? Wolves would've done a better job.

I think they were busy
playing games. I don't

think they were
paying attention to you.

You were paying
attention to them.

You know, you would've
been proud the way she

drew our attention to
Luke Vinton's painting.

And the little clue she
dropped about the blackout.

It was as smooth as your
remark about psychologists

not knowing where
their boundaries are.

You see, that's why
we suspected you first.

- How dare you!
- You're hardly one to talk,
taking a whiz on her desk.

That was my wife's stud.

As she can vouch, he
had a personality disorder.

You didn't tell him about the phony
psych profile you put in Christian's file?

- You little sneak.
- Don't blame me.

Blame your insane jealousy.

What was it that you told
Jamie about not having parents?

"You're not missing
anything." Right?

The kid's a pathological liar.

I respect and love you both.

[Chuckles] Well, that's,
uh, very generous,

considering how
they neglected you.

Excuse me. You're a detective
and a child psychologist?

Well, I don't need a degree...

because I have this.

This, um, you know,
normal birthday party.

Mr. Barnes, did you take
this photo? Or your wife? I did.

You were wearing a tux?
[Chuckles] Why would I wear a tux?

Because... in the reflection
in the mirror at the back.

See?

You can see that the person
who took the photo is wearing a tux.

Like Phillipe the
maître d' used to.

In fact, he even told us
he took the photograph.

Well, that guy can't hold
two reservations in his head.

He also remembers you sending
Camilla there to the restaurant alone,

sharing cake with the
maître d' and the waiter.

Where'd you guys... I
guess, well, you and your

wife had something
better to do that night.

Camilla was always an
independent child. It's her nature.

The nature of a child
is for her parents...

to put their needs above theirs.

But they never did, did they?

And they never
let you be a child.

They taught you to
analyze your emotions...

rather than feel them.

So I wouldn't be beholden
to them. I'm grateful

for them for treating
me like a grown-up.

Yeah. Like a peer, you know.

♪♪ [Jazz Trumpet] Discussing
their sexuality and affairs with them.

I told you my mother
was never inappropriate.

She knows the boundaries that...

She even told you about how
her young lover made her feel.

You know, alive, vibrant.

But she never helped you feel
that for yourself... I mean, has she?

Mom, let's go
home. I want to go.

I can't. I have to
wait for the judge.

Your lawyer can call
you with the decision.

No. She has to
wait here with me.

Then let's go to Dad's room.

♪♪ [Trumpet]

You recognize who's
playing, Ms. Barnes?

Mom, come on.

That's Christian.

Playing for the kids with his
quartet a month ago at P.S. 360.

He came to my classroom. I didn't know
he was the one that you told me about.

No. Juilliard said that you
requested Christian specifically.

Mom, this guy's a
megalomaniac. He fantasizes

he knows things he
can't possibly know.

I love this part. It is so sexy.

I actually like
the part after this.

Mom, take me out of here.

Show them that you
can take care of me.

[Camilla On C.D.] Thank you
for that amazing performance.

Kids, can we give a special hand
to Christian for his beautiful solo?

[Applause] Please stop it.

A friend told me horn players have
soft lips and nimble fingers. Is it true?

[Christian On C. D.] Yeah,
sure, whatever you say, Carmen.

"Nimble fingers."
I told you that.

What, were you
trying to seduce him?

- Mom, please don't.
- He called you "Carmen."

You couldn't even get him
to remember your name.

She has no right to mock you.

She's the ridiculous one,
taking on a lover half her age.

Flaunting him to you.

It's only natural that
you would get hurt,

that you would want to
take him away from her.

Poor inept girl. Where did you
get the idea to compete with me?

From you!

What did you expect,
telling me about your affair?

- It never occurred to me.
- How did you think I would feel?

Your feelings are
not my responsibility.

See how she plays you? Hmm?

You see? Look, you saw them use
Christian as a pawn in their game...

that you were watching...
for, what, 22 years?

And what, you had enough?

It was your turn to
teach them a lesson.

Tell them that you
chose a day and a time...

that neither of them
would have an alibi,

a weapon that could be
traced to both of them.

[Eloise] Oh, my God.

Camilla, what did you do?
Come on. Come on, Camilla.

Tell them how you were
able to get close to him...

because he recognized you.

Did he say, "Hey, Carmen"? Did
he... Did that make it easier to kill him?

Oh, God.

Cami, don't say anything.
[Goren] Show them. Come on.

Show them what a... a smart
child that they conceived together.

Camilla, you're sick.

Oh, so now it's you who's
sick. I'm not sick! You're sick!

That idiot was just a pawn, and
he mattered more to you than I did!

He was nothing.

Killing him was easy,
Dad, like the goat.

Now you can't ignore me.
Now you know who I am.

I'm your daughter! I'm yours!

You are under arrest
for murder, Camilla.

You're allowed to
accompany her to the station.

Looks like Camilla will be
spending another birthday alone.

You'd think two people
with their credentials

and education could
raise a perfect child.

They thought they
did. That's the problem.

[Howling]