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.
Alison, over here.
You still want to talk to me after that?
What happened out there?
Korey's drop shot looked too much for you. Hey, that was just practice.
I'm sandbagging her for next week.
You actually think you've a chance...
to beat Korey? Why don't you ask her?
What are you going to do this week to prepare?
First thing, I'm going to take a shower.
How'd you like practice, Korey?
I wasn't too happy with my game.
Alison beat me on too many serves.
Are you ready for the Slims next week?
If you guys let me rest up.
Korey, what about the national team? Talk to my dad.
How about it, Mitch?
Well, I think it's too soon to tell about the Olympics.
Let's just see how Korey does in the Grand Slam, okay, guys?
Thanks.
Hi. Did you sign that contract?
I'm sure Danswood signed it, there was...
Are you all ready for...
Oh, God!
My hand. Somebody get a doctor, please.
Oh, God, it hurts. It was some guy.
The nose was bloodied but not broken.
Most certainly from a fist.
Then there's the fractured right carpal bone.
And that would be where? The wrist.
She has a broken wrist.
There's a distinct bruise half an inch wide. Probably a stick.
Okay, when can we talk to her?
I'd give it a couple of hours. She was pretty hysterical.
I gave her something to help her sleep.
I better bring some home for me tonight, too.
Excuse me? My daughter.
All year she bothers me, "Get tickets for the Garden.
I have to see Korey."
I get two seats courtside, now this.
A guy with a stick. That narrows it down.
Any idea who did it?
Will she play next week? No comment.
Here comes the clown squad.
Van Buren thought you guys needed adult supervision.
The more the merrier.
What are we telling the press hogs? Nada.
Nothing. What, are you guys afraid of the limelight?
Knock your brains out, O'Hearn.
After you get done giving out autographs, we'll be at the crime scene.
Yeah. Bring your own donuts.
I wanted to keep the practices closed, but, hey, I'm just the coach.
They didn't want to hear about bodyguards.
Korey didn't like the idea of a chaperone? Right.
Then there's the image problem. The fans resent it.
The press says you're inaccessible.
That's not what the sponsors want to hear about America's sweetheart.
After Monica Seles, you'd figure they'd get the message.
There's a million kooks out there.
That's not counting the other four boroughs.
I need to get this stuff back to Korey. I'll be around if you need me.
We're talking about more than two hours.
Could anybody have come from someplace else? Maybe from downstairs?
The other side of the gym? I was here the whole time.
Nobody got past me except players and coaches.
What about that door there? Where's that go to?
A parking lot. Strictly a fire exit.
It's locked on the inside at all times.
He couldn't have got in through there.
Yeah, but he could have gotten out this way.
We'll send somebody to dust for prints.
Okay, you said there was another girl in the locker room?
Yeah, another player. We told her to wait to talk to you.
She's in the pro shop.
Nothing there.
Hey, O'Hearn, don't save it for the press conference.
Mr. Santos works the parking lot.
At the approximate time of the assault...
he saw a white guy in a black leather jacket come through the fire door.
Would he recognize him?
He was 30 yards away. This guy's a waste of time.
I heard a scream. I came running out.
The guy almost knocked me down heading for the door.
Did you get a look at him? I was really looking at Korey.
I don't know. He had dark hair.
Leather jacket? Maybe. It was kind of a blur.
Did the blur say anything? Like, "Excuse me"? No.
I didn't even know what was happening till I saw Korey on the floor.
The tournament starts Monday.
Is she going to be able to play?
Not unless she's a switch-hitter.
Guy broke her wrist. Poor Korey.
I know how much she wanted to win.
I was walking towards the locker room...
and somebody came at me from behind.
He pushed me down, and I felt this pain in my hand.
I almost blanked out. Did you get a look at him?
He was a white guy, dark hair.
He was really big.
I'm sorry, it was just too fast.
I mean, he was all over me. I couldn't defend myself.
Do you have any idea why somebody would want to do this to you?
Ex-boyfriend?
Well, it was just a matter of time, if you ask me.
Here.
From the lunatic fringe. I should've known.
"Korey, since you choose...
"to ignore me, I have to resort to this...
"crude method of communication.
"You know I was in Bridgeport. You looked right at me."
The Connecticut Open, last February.
"I've given you everything...
"time, energy, respectful love. Now you shut me out.
"If you won't play for me, I hope you never play again. Alan."
Well, surprise, surprise.
No return address. New York postmark.
Did you have a relationship with this guy, at all?
No. It was all in his head.
I mean, if I happen to look up into the stands in between...
serves or something, it's not at anybody in particular.
There was a phone call.
Somebody paged me at the gym.
This creep said I could get hurt if I kept playing.
Did he identify himself? No.
I just hung up. Why didn't you call the police?
I was scared. Well, what about you?
I just found out about this yesterday.
You're going to catch him, right?
I think Alan would be his true name.
These people don't make any effort to hide their identity.
He made an effort not to include a return address.
He probably assumes Korey Burke already knows it.
He assumes they have a relationship.
He certainly believes he's earned one.
Well, he drives to Connecticut for a game.
I guess that's worth something.
I think he's invested...
considerably more than gas money on this fixation.
Every game, every news article... It's a full-time occupation.
What the hell's in it for him? Korey barely knows he exists.
The way he sees it, she changes her running shoes, that's her way of...
saying hello to him. She waves to the crowd...
it's a declaration of love.
And if the secret code gets jumbled...
any chance he'd become violent?
There's a low risk. About 5%.
"You don't play for me, I hope you never play for anybody else"?
I'd be watching my back.
Well, you take it as a threat. He probably meant it as curse.
Right. And he whacked her with his magic wand.
We're running a check on a tournament you had, March 20.
Yeah, I just want to find out if there was any kind of an incident, any disturbance.
Yeah, could you? Thanks.
Well, Forensics lifted five sets of prints from the letter.
Korey, her dad, and three unknowns.
They're still sorting through the prints they got off the fire exit.
Yeah. Okay.
Really? Was he taken into custody?
Okay. Thank you, very much.
Alan Lovitz, West 72nd Street.
Tried to force his way into the players' locker room.
Said he had a gift for Korey Burke.
Alan Lovitz? Yes.
I'm Detective Logan, this is Detective Briscoe.
You mind if we come in? Why? What's the problem?
Can we talk inside? You want to tell me what this is about?
Well, it might be about your little hobby. Korey Burke?
The tennis player? No, the hockey player.
I think she means a little bit more to you than that.
I admit I'm a fan.
Hey, I'm a fan of Patrick Ewing.
I don't send him threatening letters.
I've never threatened Korey. I'd never hurt her.
I've followed her career since she turned pro. Come here.
Look at this. Come here.
Korey Burke.
Boy, you got everything in here...
but a lock of hair and her baby teeth.
This look like somebody who'd hurt her?
You have any other job, Mr. Lovitz, besides the fan club?
I sell PVC piping. Direct. To contractors.
And yesterday afternoon, were you drumming up...
business at the Robinson Club?
Korey's practice schedule.
Okay, pack up your sample case.
You're going on a road trip, Mr. Lovitz.
Come on.
So he writes one letter, he keeps a few pictures.
It's an innocent pastime.
All Mark Chapman wanted was an autograph.
I never went near Korey yesterday.
I was working.
You were supposed to be peddling pipe up in Scarsdale.
Contractor says you never showed up.
I got lost. I had the wrong address.
Look, I know it's hard for you guys to understand.
Try us.
We can be very open-minded.
Alan. No.
I want to explain. I'm very devoted to Korey.
I have made that clear to her many times.
She knows I only want what's best for her.
Well, making threats over the phone is a hell of a way to show...
I never called her!
If she said that, she's lying.
That must've been tough, taking all that rejection.
My client's had his head shrunk by professionals. Don't waste your time.
This rap session's over. Come on, Alan, you're going home.
No, sorry, we got him booked for a little show-and-tell with the victim.
My client doesn't have to submit to a lineup.
No.
I want her to see me.
His call, Counselor.
There's no hurry, Miss Burke.
No. I don't think it's any of them. All right. Thank you.
Look at each one. Tell us if you recognize anybody.
No. He's not there. You're absolutely sure?
Miss Kincaid, maybe you'd like to use a pointer.
Okay. Thank you.
Nice picture.
Yeah, this should keep the Mayor happy.
And we look real smart, putting Lovitz back on the street.
Oh, well, listen, we could Krazy Glue his feet to the floor...
it still wouldn't hold him. So Mr. Lovitz is free...
to keep dogging Korey Burke around the country.
You check his LUDs?
Yeah, calls to tennis clubs...
tennis magazines, pro tour associations.
Guy's got tennis balls between his ears.
No calls to Korey Burke's gym?
The guy's a road warrior. He's got a million phone booths to choose from.
Mitchell Burke just called. Your friend just left another love letter.
I'd just been to the gym and cleaned out my bag.
This was in the bottom. Put that right there, okay?
You didn't see anybody near your locker?
Well, there were other girls in the room, but I locked up my stuff.
What about the bag? Maybe you left it for a minute by the front desk?
No, I had it with me the whole time.
This is insane. How long do we have to put up with this maniac?
I can't believe that he's back out on the street.
Without an ID, there's not much we can hold him on.
We might have something now.
"You got my warning. No more games.
"The next time you set foot on a court, you die."
Our favorite fruitcake, Alan...
was on an overnight in Jersey.
This time his alibi checks out.
There's no way he could have slipped back...
and put the note in Korey's bag.
Well, maybe he had a friend at the gym.
According to Olivet the note doesn't even fit his m. o.
It was written in block letters with the wrong hand...
and it was unsigned.
Well, give him credit for being smart.
This boy would rather be noticed. He wants...
Korey to know his name.
He wants her to see his face in a lineup.
All of a sudden he craves anonymity?
What are you saying? Korey has another pen pal?
Somebody who wants her to hang up her racket.
You really think you should be eating that?
A couple of hours on the court, I'll burn it right off.
I'm still working on a hot dog from the Mets game.
Yesterday, before you went to the gym, you go anywhere else?
I went to the doctor's to get some x-rays...
and then I just stopped in to see Jane. Your coach?
She had some new rackets she wanted me to look at.
And then we just did foot drills for a while.
I don't think I could be getting through this without her.
I never believed it was that guy Alan.
Even after the letter he wrote?
I talked to some of the other girls. I mean, they all get letters.
Guys come on to you, they buy you things.
My dad worries but...
these guys are dweebs. They're completely harmless.
What about the competition?
You kidding? They're my friends. That's ridiculous.
Look, I don't want you bothering...
any of the other players. This is my problem.
I've got to go. I've got a doctor's appointment.
Little junior diplomat. Never speak ill of your enemies.
You buy it?
Move your feet Jessie. Come on.
You're stuck in cement!
Go-go-go-go!
Eye on the ball. Nice shot!
Any of them the next Korey Burke?
Not one of them half as tough.
Korey played the Open last year on a sprained ankle.
These kids, they break a nail, they fall apart.
They'd faint if they saw what Korey goes through just to stay Number 5.
A lot of these players gunning for her position?
Number 6 through 200.
Any of them likely to take the competition off the court?
And break her wrist?
I thought it was some nut.
Maybe someone who would like us to believe that.
Maybe some other player she talked to about her fan mail?
Korey doesn't have heart-to-hearts with other players.
Her father's idea. He thinks fraternizing...
with the competition blunts her killer instinct.
And all teenagers listen to their old man.
She used to be close with Alison, the girl she practices with.
But Mitch keeps a pretty tight leash on her.
I don't know what it does for her social life...
but it sure as hell helps her game.
Well, thanks.
Everybody wants a piece of Korey.
I take care of the business. Korey's job is winning tournaments.
Let's just go into my office.
Well, what about when she's not playing?
She's a teenager. What can I tell you?
Yeah, I've got two in college. Well, then you know what I'm talking about.
Sorry to drag you down here...
but I gotta meet with these lawyers...
from a soft drink company.
They want to put their logo on Korey's headband.
So, what can I do for you? Is Korey close to her mother?
When she was alive. Breast cancer, four years ago.
I wish she could see her kid now.
But, anyway, now it's just me, you know.
I take care of the business, I take care of the travel arrangements.
You know, this is the only time we're home all year.
Doesn't sound like much of a life for a kid.
If Korey didn't love it, she wouldn't do it.
I'm not Joyce Brothers, I'm only her father.
I'm doing what I think is best.
And when you're not looking?
Like I told you, she's a teenager.
I do everything I can to keep Korey from ruining what we've worked for.
But there are a lot of bad influences out there.
For example? For example, Alison Hall.
She's a country-club brat. She plays tennis for a hobby, kind of like...
Prince Charles with his polo. Korey doesn't need that.
Well, all work and no play.
Korey is primed to be the best in the world.
Now, what am I supposed to do, let her sleaze around...
with a bunch of trust-fund kids?
We just went into Gannon's to play pool.
I don't even think Korey had anything to drink.
This was not a big deal, no matter what Mr. Burke says.
Take it easy. We're not the liquor authorities.
So was Korey involved with any of your friends?
Involved how?
Do I have to draw you a picture? No.
She wasn't going with anybody.
What do you care, anyway?
Mr. Burke doesn't have very nice things to say about...
the people you hang out with.
So what? It doesn't mean one of my friends attacked her.
Well, we're not accusing anybody, Alison.
But if you have somebody in mind, I'm all ears.
You were scheduled to play Korey in the first round of the Slims next week, right?
That's right. And I was looking forward to kicking her butt.
From what I read, Korey beats you on a pretty regular basis.
So do between 70 and 80 other girls out there.
Look, Korey's a couple of years younger than I am...
but she's my hero. She's got more talent, more focus.
More trophies. A lot more trophies.
Sounds like you have a much better chance of winning one next week.
With Korey out, you get a bye in the first round.
Now you're accusing me. I wanted to play Korey next week.
On a good day I'm ranked 82nd. I beat Number 81, who cares?
I beat Korey Burke, maybe they put my name on a running shoe.
She's got high hopes. A healthy Korey Burke, and it's six-love, six-love.
What if the guy with the stick was a little overenthusiastic?
You mean he was supposed to bend, not break?
Well, a few bruises, a few tears.
Korey can still play, but she's spooked.
Yeah, and Alison kicks her butt.
Alison was the first one to that locker room.
She could've let someone in through the fire exit.
That still leaves us with the missing link.
What, the guy with the black jacket?
Sounds like the dress code at Gannon's.
Alison Hall.
Absolut soda with a beer chaser. She likes the corner table.
Plenty of room for her posse.
Any of them tall, dark, and quick with his fists?
Yeah, there's been a few.
How about in the last month or two?
I keep track of her drinks, not who's running in and out of her bedroom.
Same way you don't keep track of who comes in with phony ID?
I think you better stop dancing around...
the questions and just answer them.
All right, let me think.
It's Marc. Marc Kenner.
He said he was some kind of bodyguard...
to the stars, or something. Got his black belt in Japan.
If you ask me, the only belts he has are out of the bottle.
Were he and Alison an item?
Some girls like them stupid.
Well, when he's not breaking plywood...
with his head, how does he make a living?
He's a bouncer.
Last I heard, he was working the door down at BZ's.
After hours place in the Village.
Sorry, pops, you and granddad got to wait in line.
Nice jacket. You Marc Kenner?
So you know my name.
If you're not on the guest list, you don't get in.
Actually, you're on our guest list.
Okay, we can talk inside. Nah, I got enough hearing damage.
We got a better place to talk. Come on. Nick.
We got a search warrant for his jacket...
and sent it down to Forensics.
Lucky for us, Mr. Kenner doesn't have a real big wardrobe.
Yeah, he's sucking on a lollipop, waiting for his lawyer.
At least he knows the drill. He should.
Mark Kenner. Numerous convictions for misdemeanor assault...
drug possession, petty larceny. He's been a bad boy.
I talked to Forensics. No blood on Kenner's jacket.
They're sending up a report.
Well, there goes our slam dunk.
Mr. Kenner doesn't know what's on his jacket.
See if we can't lose that report for a couple of hours.
My client doesn't even know what Korey Burke looks like.
Oh, yeah?
So you read the sports section...
but you don't look at the pictures, huh?
How about Alison Hall?
You got a pretty good look at her, didn't you?
So I tossed her around the sack a few times.
Big deal. Well, after you caught your breath...
did she ask you to take a whack at Korey?
I don't have to sit here and listen to this crap.
Maybe you'd be more comfortable upstate.
Is that supposed to scare me? You don't know who you're screwing with.
I know people. We know people, too, Marc.
They wear little white coats...
and they look through microscopes, and right now...
they're looking at your jacket.
When you put your fist in Korey's face...
don't you think she bled on you a little?
I'm giving you 30 seconds.
And then I'm walking out that door and I'm going to get that report.
And then a big, iron door is going to slam shut in your face.
And that means the store's closed, son.
No more deals.
Your attorney here can explain the whole concept to you.
Hope you brought a toothbrush. Wait.
This is strictly off the record...
until we get something in writing from the D.A.'s office.
Alison gave me $10,000.
I did her a favor.
You guys following me around? Well, not into the water. You mind?
Game. Set. Match.
Alison Hall, you're under arrest for assault.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
"Docket number 622083.
"People verses Alison Marissa Hall.
"Charges are assault in the first degree...
"and conspiracy to commit assault in the first degree."
It's obvious what's going on here, Your Honor.
The D.A.'s office is trying to grab headlines.
They're entitled to their 15 minutes like everyone else.
Isn't it bad enough that our celebrities are victimized...
by the public? Now the state has to follow suit?
I've been to Flushing Meadow, Counselor.
I think you're giving your client too much credit.
Now, what does she have to say for herself?
Not guilty.
People request bail of $100,000, Your Honor.
Sold.
You've been reading too much Robert Ludlum, Ben.
Hit men...
Conspiracy? Oh, it's a conspiracy, Joan.
And like most, the weakest link will eventually break.
Mr. Kenner?
He crawls out of a sewer and into a courtroom...
and you expect a jury to believe him?
We happen to believe him. Marc Kenner's a jerk.
Two months ago, I had to call the cops to toss him out of my apartment.
You obviously patched things up.
Now, we're willing to talk a deal to save your client the embarrassment of a trial.
You know what I'm going to do, Ben?
I'm going to give you a preview of my closing statement right now.
I'm going to turn to the jury, I'm going to look straight in their eyes...
and I'm going to say, "Why?"
Motive's not part of the prima facie case.
But nine times out of ten, lack of it translates into reasonable doubt.
Save your breath on the deal, Ben. Let's go, Alison.
Well, she's right. The crime doesn't make sense.
It may not make sense now, but there may be something we don't know about.
Yeah, well, if Alison Hall had something to gain, maybe.
You think she's gonna knock off the top...
100 players in the game just to get seeded in the Open?
Some crimes are senseless, Adam.
People who commit them don't hire a hit man.
The girls had some kind of relationship.
Alison Hall was at the scene.
That adds credibility to Kenner's statement.
Ben, Marc Kenner's attorney's in your office.
Thanks.
What do you say we cut right to the chase?
My client's recanting his statement.
What is your explanation for that?
He lied on his statement because he was abused as a child?
No. He's not guilty, period.
He's already confessed. That confession was illegally obtained.
He signed the Miranda waivers, Max.
You were sitting next to him when he made the statement.
And we were both bamboozled by Detectives Briscoe and Logan.
They out and out lied about the existence of...
incriminatory forensic evidence...
I. e., the victim's blood on my client's jacket.
Excuse me, but I read their report.
They said specifically that they were waiting for the paperwork...
from Forensics. Sure, that's what they said.
But the fact is, they already knew the results.
You see, Ben, in my business it pays to do your homework.
It all boils down to my client was intentionally misled. Ergo...
the confession wasn't voluntary. Ergo...
oh, hell, you know the rest.
Max, the Supreme Court. Save it for Judge Lenz.
Tomorrow morning, 9:30 in the A.M.
It's black letter law. To be admissible...
a confession must be obtained without police coercion of any kind.
At all times during the interrogation, Your Honor...
the defendant was represented by counsel.
And I'm here to say that counsel was equally duped.
I ask, what is the difference between...
shining a bright light in a man's eyes for 10 hours and manipulating...
a confession out of him with lies?
The Supreme Court thinks there's a big difference.
Thank you, Miss Kincaid.
Why don't you tell Mr. Hellman here all about the Moran case?
So long as the suspect understands the bare essentials of his...
Miranda Rights, no type of police deception...
will vitiate the waiver of those rights.
You should keep up with your reading, Mr. Hellman.
I have a heavy case load, Your Honor.
I don't have time for advance sheets.
Then hire an associate. Moran was a 1986 decision.
That's it?
You're going to let the confession stand?
Your client's guilty, isn't he? Thank you, Your Honor.
Not so fast, Mr. Stone.
I'll give you one more shot, Mr. Hellman.
Your Fifth Amendment argument didn't work. What comes next?
You want a hint?
Two words: Due process.
Your Honor, Moran implied...
that police deception does not violate due process unless it shocks...
the sensibility of the court. A couple of cops faking forensic evidence?
That shocks the hell out of me.
The confession is out. So is anything arising therefrom.
We get the only judge who actually reads Supreme Court dicta.
The confession's inadmissible against Kenner.
We can still use it against Alison Hall.
He won't repeat it in a courtroom unless I deal him down to nothing.
I'm not ready to do that. This is great.
We know who did it, but we have no evidence proving it.
Well, maybe we will if we find out why it was done.
I'm lost here. You know Alison did it. What's the problem?
Trying to prove it is another story, sir.
Korey, can you think of any reason why she'd want to hurt you?
It's not like we're in competition, or anything.
It doesn't make sense. She's crazy. What else is there?
Your coach told the police you used to be friends.
Yeah. We used to.
But I told Korey to stay away from her. I was right.
Korey, when you stopped being friends, was Alison angry?
No. We're not enemies.
I can't believe she'd do it.
Look, you're a winner, she's a loser.
What else is there to know?
Mr. Burke, it's not that simple.
It is for me, Miss Kincaid.
I'm not gonna let her get away with this...
and I don't care how much money it takes.
Dad, what's the point?
Point is you're not gonna play...
for six months. Then there's a trial?
Look, I don't need that. I just want to forget about it.
You get that woman, Mr. Stone, and you put her in jail.
Come on, Korey.
Alison and Korey...
came up through the Pee-Wees together...
always finishing one, two.
When Alison was 15...
she demolished Korey at the finals for the National Juniors.
Next year, Korey took off for fame and fortune, and Alison...
well, she's not going to be in any record books.
They still practiced together. That was Korey's idea.
She's very faithful to her friends.
If one of my buddies was on the cover of Tennis Digest...
three months running while I'm stuck shagging my own practice balls...
I'd sure resent the hell out of it.
Let's take a break.
Did Alison ever say as much?
Not in front of me. Korey never mentioned it.
I guess Alison's happy, though.
She finally beat a seeded player.
Korey wants us to drop the case against her.
That sounds just like Korey.
She probably feels sorry for Alison.
Korey had a couple of accidents the past few years...
but now she was healthy.
This was going to be her breakaway year.
We all expected great things.
It could still happen.
Yeah, that's what Mitch would like to believe. But in my experience...
at Korey's age, six months off the court...
could be a lifetime.
It could take years to get back into the top 10.
The only difference between Korey and someone like Alison is motivation.
I've heard Mitch's pep talks.
Shades of my father when I was doing track in high school.
Yeah, Mitch lays it on a little thick.
I've talked to him about it.
But so far, whatever he does seems to work.
If I don't care whether Alison goes to jail or not...
why should you care so much?
She paid someone to viciously attack you.
That's a crime, Korey.
Don't you think she should be punished?
The papers have ripped her apart. She's been punished enough.
Your coach feels she's very jealous of your success.
I don't believe it. She'd have to be sick.
Your father thinks so.
Don't you think Alison needs help?
Can't you just leave this alone?
It's not that easy. She might even try it again.
I doubt it.
I don't think you understand- No. You...
don't understand.
It's not that bad. I'll live.
Besides...
I already told my father I wanted to quit tennis, anyway.
If you ask me, I think she's a little too forgiving.
Yeah, well someone ought to tell her that revenge...
is one of your four major food groups.
She's not even 20 years old.
The media won't let her breathe...
it's understandable she wants out.
Well, if she really wants out...
she can disappear into the woodwork...
after she helps us convict the other girl.
That's precisely what she's trying to avoid by retiring.
Cover-up? She won't cooperate, Adam...
she doesn't think a crime's been committed.
So she throws away a multi-million-dollar career...
to protect a friend who broke her arm.
We should all inspire such loyalty.
This might sound crazy, but bear with me.
Now, if Korey had retired before the attack, who's the big loser?
Aside from losing her winnings...
her corporation would breach endorsement contracts worth millions.
But if she's forced to retire because of a mugging...
she'd get overwhelming public sympathy.
Where are you going with this, Claire?
Mitchell Burke owns 50% of the corporation, doesn't he?
We've been killing ourselves looking for a motive.
What's better than greed?
Maybe Korey doesn't want to pursue this case...
because she doesn't want her father to go to jail.
I can't believe this. The man would have to be a monster.
You've seen what he's like. His whole life is Korey.
She tells him she wants to quit.
His motivational speeches don't work.
He makes the best of what he perceives as a disaster.
Then why did Kenner sic us onto Alison Hall?
We know Alison had an up and down relationship with Kenner.
Look at his rap sheet.
He could have lied for a dozen different reasons we'd never know about.
The problem is, Kenner has no incentive to talk to us now.
Who knows, you may be right. So...
Get Mitchell Burke in here.
What is it with you people? I would never do anything in the world to hurt Korey.
She told you she wanted to retire.
Every kid goes through that.
You keep them going. That's not the only thing involved...
here, sir. You both stand to lose a lot of money.
Money? You think I'm in this for the money?
Let me ask you something.
Have you ever even been close to being the best in the world at anything?
The fact is- The fact is...
that the minute I put a racket in Korey's hand I knew she had something special.
I played competitive tennis, Miss Kincaid.
High school, college.
The best I ever did was the quarter finals in the state.
But Korey. Korey, has a natural talent...
and I have spent my whole life...
making sure that she doesn't waste it.
And I would damn sure never do anything...
to destroy it!
Then doesn't it make you angry that she wants to throw that away?
She'll get over it. She needs tennis. She needs tennis.
Tennis is the one place where she can be a winner.
And that's what the people in this world respect.
Winning. Without it, they'll eat her alive.
Now, if you have any further questions...
you know where to find me.
How easy do you think it would be to say to him:
"Dad, I'm quitting"?
Well, it's obvious that he is obsessed with her success.
Korey's had a series of accidents for the past two years.
Last year it was a fender-bender.
Korey sprained her knee.
The year before that...
she took a header down the stairs. Bruised shoulder.
And the year before that...
she sliced her finger opening a can of peas.
Girl's been keeping us busy.
You'd think someone who makes her living as an athlete would be more careful.
Bobby Ojeda, when he was with the Mets...
nearly cut off his finger trimming the hedges in his backyard.
Just because they're pros...
doesn't mean they're not subject to the normal human frailties.
Year after year after year?
You never thought that was a little strange?
Yes, I did.
That's why I sent her to Dr. Styne.
He's a psychiatrist. Handles athletes.
He's been seeing her for a couple of years.
Tennis players, figure skaters, golfers...
they can have an army of...
trainers, coaches, managers, but when it comes down to it, they're out there alone.
No teammates to blame for failure.
No teammates with whom to share success.
Always on the road, no time to themselves...
no privacy. When you're world-class, you don't make small mistakes.
They're also treated like royalty.
Girls like Korey, I envy their talent. I don't envy their lives.
No matter how miserable they get, no one wants to hear their stories.
Can you imagine feeling sorry for them with their looks and talent and money?
How do you deal with that?
Well, the best I've come up with is having them keep a daily journal.
It appears to help relieve some of the stress.
A teenage girl who can't handle the pressure.
How would she react?
The lucky ones quit. Others overeat.
Some party all night.
Do any become self-destructive?
Hypothetically...
the subconscious may cause one to become accident-prone.
You sit in the stands and cheer...
and you never really know what's...
going on inside their heads.
The psychiatrist said it's possible that she might injure herself.
That's a far cry from hiring a hit man.
You said she kept a diary. Maybe there's some help in there for us.
If she actually did this to herself...
do you really think she belongs in prison?
I know Kenner belongs in prison.
And we have no basis to request the diary.
If there's exculpatory evidence inside it, we do.
We have to tell Alison Hall, because there's charges pending against her.
Aren't you forgetting? My client is not the defendant here.
If her diary contains information that proves Miss Hall...
innocent, you know damn well we're obliged to turn it over.
You can't turn it over if you don't have it.
If you don't have it, you're not violating any ethical obligation.
Ross, look at it this way. We look through the diary, if there's...
nothing there relevant to the case, that's the end of it.
If you don't let us have it...
we'll be forced to give notice of its existence to Alison Hall.
And she may go public.
Wait a minute, I don't get this.
This girl breaks my daughter's arm, and you're...
bending over backwards to get her off the hook?
Is there something in the diary that worries you, Mr. Burke?
What worries me is that this diary contains...
my daughter's private thoughts.
And as far as I'm concerned, that's nobody's business but hers.
We can make a motion to produce.
You do what you have to do.
The Supreme Court has recognized...
that there are certain areas of...
human existence that must remain free of governmental intrusion.
Clearly, the most fundamental is the right of an individual to maintain...
his privacy.
And the courts have been willing to overlook such fundamental rights...
when there's been a compelling state interest to do so.
And what is more compelling than a situation in which...
the wrong person may be brought to trial for a felony?
There is a chance that Miss Burke's diary could exculpate the defendant...
Your Honor.
Chance? That's not good enough.
Substantive due process dictates that the means must...
be necessary to achieve the end.
Look at Griswold v. Connecticut. The court held...
that the right of privacy includes keeping...
the government out of our bedrooms.
At best, the only injury Miss Burke might suffer is a bit of...
embarrassment, Your Honor. And what is more sacrosanct...
than one's reputation? Not much, Mr. Fineman.
Unfortunately, the Supreme Court in Paul v. Davis held...
that reputation alone is not a constitutionally protected interest.
I direct Miss Burke's diary be turned over to...
the People no later than end of business today.
Your Honor- I'm sorry, Mr. Fineman.
You can assure your client that the diary will be used...
only for the purposes discussed here today.
Understood, Mr. Stone? Yes, Your Honor. Thank you.
"I'm tired. I'm bored.
"Alison went dancing last night.
"She told me she met some hunk.
"She's so lucky. She just wants to have fun."
Well, that says it all. She was jealous of Alison.
Here, this is a month ago:
"I met Alison's boyfriend at Gannon's."
Marc Kenner? Yeah. "He's real cute and sexy."
And this one's a week before the attack.
"I'm scared, but I hope everything will be okay.
"Marc will take care of it. Dad will never know."
So she did hire Kenner.
Even if that were a crime, we can't use the diary against her.
I don't think we'll have to...
because we can use it against Kenner.
Korey Burke's diary implicates your client.
You're kidding, right?
I mean, even I know that's garden-variety hearsay.
Not if it's a statement against penal interest.
She wrote that she and your client conspired...
She conspired to beat herself up?
Give me a break, Ben. Where's the crime?
Korey did it so she could quit the tour and not lose her endorsements.
We're charging you with conspiracy to defraud.
The girl has Fifth Amendment rights. It's inadmissible.
Not against your client.
Young man, you're going to prison...
and Korey Burke is laughing all the way to the bank.
I want a deal.
You've got nothing to tell us, sir. Yeah?
You've got it all wrong. It was the other one that hired me.
Alison Hall? Yeah.
Just like I told you the first time.
She told me to hit her, but not to hurt her too bad.
She said it was to help her friend.
Assault two, Ben?
We'll see how he performs in front of a grand jury.
The grand jury returned an indictment against Alison...
even before Kenner was on the bus to Ossining.
And what about Korey Burke?
She gets to walk off into the sunset?
Other than the diary, we don't have any evidence against her.
What the evidence can't do, I'm hoping her conscience will.
And if it doesn't...
our sympathetic friend who helped her...
spends the next three years alone regretting it.
I'm not sure either one belongs in prison.
Hello.
Thank you.
Mitchell Burke called. He wants to come in with Korey.
When Korey explained to me what happened, I could hardly believe it.
I'd rather hear it from your daughter, sir. Korey?
It was all my idea.
Alison did it for me.
You have no idea what it's like.
The pressure. It's...
It's like this big weight just pounding on my head.
I asked Alison to do it for me. I gave her the money.
She didn't do anything wrong.
You both committed a crime, Korey.
I'm sure they both learned their lesson.
That's for a judge to decide, sir.
Korey.
If you had told me that you wanted to quit, I would have let you.
You never heard me.
You never took anything I wanted seriously.
Korey, you know that's not true. I was always there for you.
You were so proud.
"Win, Korey...
"and you'll win the trophy. Win, Korey, and you'll make...
"the Tour. Win, Korey, and you'll be the best in the world"...
Korey, you are the best.
I know what it means to you, Daddy.
I never wanted to...
I know, I hate still hurting you...
I just want you to love me for who I am.
I'm recommending probation and 100 hours...
community service for both of them.
Teaching tennis to the underprivileged.
Not exactly the life Korey had planned.
Most people work a lifetime...
to get to the top of their profession.
Korey Burke got there before her twentieth birthday.
Well, she's fortunate. Now she can get on with the rest of her life.