Child Witness Cagney and Lacey

CHILDREN LAUGH AND SHOUT

She's such an energetic child, such a bright one. She's really a joy.

But recently...

she's not responded to her teachers,

she's not responded to her friends.

Now she takes a doll to school every day. Won't let it out of her sight.

Got any ideas on reasons for this?

Well, just today,

she made a drawing in class - sexually graphic.

Mrs Skinner, one of her teachers, asked her who was in the picture,

and she said it was the man who hurt her.

Then she began to cry.

Seamus, no running in the halls, please, young man. ..OK?

-Sorry.

-I'm used to it.

-Have you notified the parents?

-Parent.

I called him after you. He's on his way now.

-Well, when he gets here, we'll want him to take Carrie for a legal medical examination.

-There she is.

Your department.

-Seven, right?

-Yes. Here.

-Thank you.

Hello.

Hiya.

What's your name?

I'm Det Lacey. This is, er, Det Cagney. She's my partner.

You don't believe me? I've got my badge. See? That's me right there.

We need to talk to you about the man that hurt you.

I have to tell you the truth. I already know your name.

It's Carrie Mitchell, am I right? ..Mr Stone told me that.

That's a dear little dolly you got.

Mr Stone said you like to keep her with you now. Right? Kind of close?

So, Carrie... Can I call you Carrie?

Thank you. So I have to ask you about the man that hurt you or my partner will pester me.

Before we start, I want you to know something.

Whatever you want to tell me, no matter what, I'll believe you,

and if the person who hurt you said it was a secret, it's OK to tell me,

because I'm a police officer. You understand that?

OK. Can I have my badge back?

I'll put this here, and we'll start. All right?

OK. Who hurt you, honey?

(My friend Neil.)

Neil? Who's Neil?

(My baby-sitter.)

Your baby-sitter?

Can you tell us how your baby-sitter hurt you?

OK. How about if you show me on your dolly where the man hurt you?

Carrie?

How about a picture?

Can you draw us a picture?

Attagirl.

-Who else do you sit for, Neil?

-Why?

-Just...wondered.

You're gonna talk to all of them and tell them I'm a pervert!

-We won't say anything unnecessary, but we must investigate!

-But I...

-But you what? ..But you what?!

-This is a nightmare.

Could you give us their names and addresses?

I've only been baby-sitting a month!

Carrie is the first child I've sat for more than once! The others...

You'll just have to get their names and addresses from the baby-sitting service!

Look... I wanna help you in any way I can.

But I have a mid-term to go to, and I'd like to get dressed. Is there anything more I can do?

When could you talk to us again?

Mmm! ..Mmm.

-Didn't I just say goodbye to you?

-Yeah, I left my wallet and locked my keys in the car.

-Wait, I'll look for the extra set.

-No, that's OK. I'll get a hanger.

Did anyone ever say you look gorgeous when you're undercover?

Wanna help Daddy find his keys?

-ON RADIO: 'Did you handle that job?'

-Looks like we got a live one here.

-Police! Get back from the car!

-Hey...!

-He's got a gun!

-Leave him alone! Stop!

-Don't move!

-Don't hurt him!

Don't hurt him! Stop it! Leave him alone!

-Shut up, now! Shut up!

-I'm a COP...dammit!

Her name is Roxanne. Where's he taking her? Renoir's - 43rd Street.

He's going all-out, especially for a first date.

Bet it'll cost him for the wine and the tip.

Coleman, how do you know all this stuff anyway?

Hey! Does Macy's tell Gimbles?

What happened to you? Marital spat, huh?

I hit back! I don't let a girl away with it cos she's a woman...

Back off, Victor! OK?!

Hey, no skin off my nose.

Well, that was very good, Victor(!)

That's quite a bruise. What happened?

-I cut myself shaving, all right?

-All right! No problem.

Marcus, are you all right?

I don't want anything fancy. Just a haircut.

Oh, yeah, and, er... Maybe a... (A manicure.)

OK, good. Yeah. ..Tell Nick that I will make it worth his while, yeah.

Right, OK. Thanks.

I remember going to a barber's shop, paying my six bits, and that was it!

Now, you gotta make an appointment with a hairstylist at a salon, and then they stiff you for 25.

The only difference is that in the old days the haircuts lasted longer.

-I don't think you need a haircut.

-Harvey waits till it's down over his ears.

-Well, he's a married man.

He doesn't have to worry about his appearance. So... What do you need?

-To subpoena business records.

-Case?

-The little girl - sex abuse case.

-One of her own family?

-No, the victim's baby-sitter.

-No priors, and the service won't cooperate.

-Figures. They're afraid of lawsuits and bad publicity.

-I'll tell Legal it's a priority.

-Thank you.

-Mary Beth.

-Yes?

-The doctor called. Carrie didn't have her examination.

Got the father's business card? We'll find out what happened.

-"Mitchell, McDonald and Maine - attorneys-at-law."

-He was nice for a lawyer.

-For a lawyer.

Excuse me. There's someone here to see you.

Yes. Jeremy Mitchell, please.

..Thank you. I can see he's not there.

So how's your dolly feeling? I thought you were gonna take her with you to the doctor?

-Mr Mitchell?

-No, thank you. We won't be staying that long.

Carrie, honey?

Are you going to tell the officers what you told Daddy?

It's all right, honey. No-one's gonna get mad at you, all right?

Hey! Hey, didn't we make a deal this morning?

You could say anything to us. It's OK.

-I made it up.

-What? I'm sorry.

She imagined it. I guess it's a phase she's going through.

I'm just sorry the school didn't call me before bringing you into it.

I could've saved you time, and I apologise for the inconvenience.

-Oh, hey, Carrie! What are you crying for?

-It's OK, baby.

-It's OK. It's OK. Let's go home.

-Mr Mitchell, please wait.

I'm, er...gonna take Carrie home. This has been very hard on her.

She has a school vacation in about ten days, and her grandparents are going to take her for a few weeks.

Mr Mitchell, we've filed a 61 and notified the sex crime squad, so this will probably continue.

-No, it won't. You could kill it.

-We'll have to tell our supervisor.

-You do that. It's fine. Say it's a mistake and it's over.

-It's not that easy now.

You do it...or I do it. SHE SOBS

Thank you, detectives. (Let's go, sweetie.)

What is that?

It's a yogi thing.

-La Guardia?

-Yeah, he said if I did 50 of these, it's as good as a whole night's sleep.

-Hmm.

La Guardia told Coleman to take valerian root to lose weight. You check the gut on him lately?

You didn't sleep last night either?

About ten minutes before the alarm went off.

-What number are you on?

-Well, you see, I don't know! You mixed me up!

I kept seeing this scene in my head last night.

Neil Traeger offers us coffee, and he's in a state of shock, I guess.

A child molester running around and we can't even touch him.

Let me ask you something. What if he isn't?

-What if he isn't what?

-What if he isn't guilty?

Well, the girl's mother just died! Maybe none of this is true! I had a wild imagination at that age!

Not about stuff like that! You heard her talk about stuff

nobody her age would know about unless it happened. I believe her.

-Mary Beth, she said that she lied.

-Chris, I know as sure as I'm standing here now. Kids don't lie.

Not about this.

-See her? I don't see her.

-Maybe her father kept her home.

-She's gotta be out here.

-Wait. There she is.

-Carrie?

-Hey! How you doing? We were looking all over for you.

I'll tell you, I was worried about you.

I'm not supposed to talk to people I don't know.

That's a good rule, Carrie, but you know us, right? Come on, talk to us a minute.

Last time I saw you, you were crying. Are you OK?

Well, that's the important part.

Looking forward to going to your grandma's? That'll be fun.

Carrie, I told my partner that you're a straight arrow, so can I ask you something?

Remember yesterday? We talked in the nurse's office,

and you told me about your baby-sitter.

Then, later, I came with your father to the squad room, right?

Did you make up that story?

Did you?

What did I tell you? Straight arrow.

I wondered who'd encourage their child to lie.

Oh, come on, Det Lacey. This is not the debating team.

I have discussed this with Carrie's child psychologist, and she thinks

-Carrie should NOT be subjected to further unpleasantness.

-You're not DENYING you encouraged her to lie.

-Spare me your cross-examination.

-We need her testimony in court.

-Get another child to do your dirty work.

-We don't have another witness.

-Testifying in court is not dirty work. It's a civic responsibility!

-I know what it is, Detective!

King Of The Cross-Examination! That's what they call me!

Although, in sex cases, it's not even difficult! My last rape case?

I had the victim in tears. Barely knew her own name! I won!

A month later, my client was arrested again - another rape!

Now, last week, I was in the bank. Ran into the victim.

You know, I didn't even know who she was.

But she knew me.

She remembered me!

She SPAT in my face.

Now, thank you, Detectives.

Carrie declines to exercise her civic responsibility.

This is first degree sex abuse.

Telling her to lie is obstructing justice, tampering with a witness...

Take me before the grand jury, and I'll take out a false arrest suit

making me the richest man in New York City.

-We'll have you declared an unfit parent.

-Another brilliant idea(!)

Arrest me, put Carrie in a foster home...

They all lived happily ever after(!)

Now, that is the CLASSIC fabled ending.

-Petrie?

-Yes, sir?

-You want me to initial this?

-Yes, sir.

-Why?

-It's all in the report, Lieutenant.

I read it. You're alleging improper conduct -

the use of unnecessary force - against Brundage and Balough.

-That's correct.

-I still don't know why.

Petrie? Suppose it was you on armed patrol, hmm?

You see a guy in civilian clothes trying to break into an automobile. He's breaking in with a coat hanger.

You go to investigate. You don't see a shield, but you do see a gun under his jacket. What do you do?

-I don't slam him against the car.

-What do you...?

-I don't do that!

Well, I'll tell what I would do! As soon as I see that piece... I don't leave ANY margin for error!

That's what I'd do! They had no way of knowing you were an officer...

-I don't think that's the point!

-What is the point?!

-The point...!

What they saw was a black man, shabbily dressed, in a middle-class, predominantly white neighbourhood.

-If I were white, they would've asked if I needed a locksmith!

-You believe that?

Yes.

You know something? In all my years, I've never once filed a civilian complaint form from another officer.

No matter what. You know why? ..Cos it can lead to loss of rank, loss of pension, benefits,

and maybe even dismissal. You realise that?

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'm gonna put this on my desk for a couple of days. In the meantime, you think about it.

After that, if you still want me to initial it, I'll initial it and send it to the review board.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

-Can we do it?

-I can't file. You have an uncooperative witness.

It's her father! He's thinks it's better for the little girl.

As opposed to us, who want to throw her into an adversarial courtroom so a defence lawyer can tear her apart.

-The fault of the system is not on our heads, but on yours!

-Thanks(!)

We just want him off the streets! Now, can we subpoena Carrie without her father's help or not?

Do you know how hard it is to win a case with a child's testimony?

Make that a terrified, traumatised child in a threatening courtroom,

with a squeaky-clean defendant and a father who told her to lie?! Uh-uh! I'll pass.

-You haven't answered me!

-We know he's guilty!

-90 cents gets me on the subway(!)

-Terrific attitude(!)

I don't understand this argument! I want this guy as badly as you do! I just need witnesses to do it!

-We're trying to track down victims!

-Get me three! Those children may still not equal one adult to a jury!

SHE SIGHS Oh, but hey. Who says life would be easy?

-You want lunch? I'm starved.

-Who can eat?

-I'll buy.

-Sure.

-Let's canvass where Traeger lives. Maybe he approached a local kid.

-They probably won't admit anything.

So we badger the Lieutenant for the subpoena to see where he baby-sat.

-The Lieutenant wants you.

-Thank you.

-Hurry up! He's late for Roxanne!

-Roxanne?

-His blind date - very hot.

Good. I'm glad you got back before I left. I've got something for you.

-Is it the subpoena, sir?

-Not yet. The baby-sitting service is fighting that.

-On what grounds?!

-They're arguing it's irrelevant.

-Irrelevant?! The man works there!

I know that, but you must see it from their side.

Whether it's true or not, once it's in the newspapers, they're finished!

Besides, they, er... already fired Traeger.

-That's good(!) Weeding out the paedophiles!

-This just arrived.

-What is it?

-A restraining order.

-Jeremy Mitchell is forbidding you approaching him or his daughter.

-He can't! This is an investigation!

He can and did - police harassment.

Great(!) We can't get a subpoena, the one witness we DO know we're not allowed to talk to,

-and a child molester is free in a city with two million kids!

-We'll do what we can.

-I'll check on the subpoena. Anything else?

-No, sir.

-Thank you.

-Er, by the way, er...

-How do I look?

-With due respect, we've got this jerk we can't touch

and your concern about how you look on a date is irrelevant to me! Sir.

Don't you get sarcastic with me, Lacey.

-You think I don't care about that pervert on the streets?!

-I'm sorry.

How do you know about my date anyway? ..Ah, never mind!

You listen to me, the both of youse. I've been at this longer than you.

And if I let every case that backed me into a corner eat at me, I'd have been eaten alive long ago.

I let myself get riled up about cases I can do something about.

I suggest the same for you two.

-Yes, sir.

-You'll live a lot longer.

-You look very nice, Lieutenant.

Yes, sir. You look very nice.

You look real nice, Lieutenant.

REAL nice!

I tried something different. I had Michael read himself to sleep.

One of those, what, ES or SE Hinton books.

Do you believe that stuff?! Gangs, drugs, fights and all that! This is for ten-year-olds?

When you grew up on Grantland Rice and Red Smith, it's a shock! Huh?

I guess it's a different world out there.

He's doing OK with the reading. I mean, he's no Laurence Olivier, but he's getting better.

You wanna watch some TV?

-No.

-You wanna talk?

-No.

-Are you mad at me...?

-No. I'm going for a walk, OK.

-That's OK. That's TERRIFIC!

-Why don't you just go for a walk?!

-It's not about you, OK.

-I know it's not about ME!

-You're so involved in other people's troubles, you have no time for your family!

-What do you want from me?!

A little less, if you talked to me! < TELEVISION BLARES

< QUICK FOOTSTEPS

Could you go inside, please?!

Talk? OK, talk! Everybody wants this lousy case to go away! For the baby-sitting people, it's business.

And for this father...! I'm furious with this father, Harv! I don't know! It's...!

This little girl is like, um... He face is like, er...

Porcelain, you know, like... And somebody messed with her, Harvey.

And I... This fa...! The father brings her downtown and makes her look like the liar.

He doesn't care! He won't let her testify or talk to me,

and if that happened to Harv Jr or Michael...

..I would not SLEEP until I got the guy that did it!

-I talked. Got nothing to say?

-I don't think you wanna hear it.

-You disagree with me?

-No, no. I just see his point.

You said it yourself - this girl has been through a lot, and if he thinks testifying would hurt her more...

-Let him do it to another kid...!

-That is not what I am saying!

-I am saying that this man loves his kid like I love mine!

-Don't you dare say that!

I love my kids and you more than anything!

That is why you haven't spent 15 minutes this week with Michael or Harv Jr. You sit there all night!

-You hardly talk to me, because your job gets all your attention!

-My job pays half the bills!

-So it deserves all your attention?!

-I'm gonna take a walk!

Why don't you walk down the hall with me instead?

I'm going for a walk on my own.

I'll be here.

The lieutenant was in very early. So? He wasn't out late last night.

You saying he struck out? Maybe not. Maybe he didn't go home.

Further news bulletins as they break(!)

You again?

Cagney?

-Yes, Lieutenant?

-Close the door.

-Sit down.

-Thank you.

So, er... How you doing?

Well, it's kind of frustrating, all the dead ends on this case.

No, I'm not talking about your case. How YOU doing?

-You, your life. You know, life is more than just the work you do, don't you think?

-Oh, yeah, sure.

It's just that the work sometimes is easier.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Listen, Cagney, er... You're a woman, right?

I'm working on it, Lieutenant(!)

I mean, er... You're out there. You date. OK? Huh?

And... It's a certain, er... LANGUAGE that you speak.

-I, er... I don't get it sometimes, you know.

-I beg your pardon?

Well, er, let's say, for example, you're going on a date with a guy for the very first time. Right?

-Let's say that you had a good time. What do you say to him?

-Say to him?

-Yeah, do you tell him you had a good time?

-Well, if I had a good time, I'd...tell him I had a good time.

Uh-huh. OK, so what would you say if you DIDN'T have a good time?

That one's a little tricky, Lieutenant.

Actually, sometimes you say you had a good time, even if you didn't.

Yeah, sure. That's right. Let the guy off easy, huh?!

Don't hurt his feelings. OK, thanks. You got work to do?

-Wait a second. The chances are just as good that she had a good time.

-Yeah? So why didn't she say so?

-I thought she did.

-TELEPHONE RINGS

Yeah, Samuels? ..OK, thanks. They'll be down to pick it up.

-Your subpoena cleared. You can pick it up this morning.

-Oh, thank you, Lieutenant.

Oh. Lieutenant, why don't you call her and ask her out again? See what happens.

-What if she says no?

-Then you'll know if she had a good time or not.

-Wanna check him out?

-It's up to you.

-..Hey!

-Det Petrie?

-Can we have word with you?

-I'm in a hurry.

-Come on. This'll just take a minute.

-Maybe we can go someplace private.

-Anything you can say to me, you can say in front of my partner.

-OK.

We came here to ask you to reconsider filing charges.

We're sorry for what happened. It was an honest mistake.

I got 11 years! You know what'll happen if this goes in my file?

-Why didn't you think of that before you jumped me?

-Hey! We didn't see a shield! We just saw your piece!

-Victor, we should go.

-..Uh-huh!

-Hey!

You heard the man. ..Get lost.

Let's go.

They stare at me, babe.

They think I'm being some sort of hard-case.

Angry black man with a chip on his shoulder. That's what they think.

Are you?

You saw what they did to me.

I gotta tell you, Marcus. If you ever have to make a judgement call like that - a man with a gun...

I don't care about colour. I want you to do EXACTLY the same thing!

I can't believe... I can't believe you're saying that I should roust people.

I'm not saying roust people.

But if you DO make an error, I hope it's on the side of caution.

I'd rather you faced a brutality charge than be the grieving widow at some inspector's funeral.

This may shock you, husband of mine...

..but I love you...

..more than I love some abstract concept of civil liberty.

Hey.

What's wrong?

SHE SIGHS Talk to me.

I'm your wife!

-I let you down.

-What?!

They beat me up right in front of you and Lauren.

-Oh, honey, it's OK...

-No, it's not OK! Because I couldn't protect you.

Marcus, I didn't need protection!

I felt terrible, because I couldn't protect YOU!

Claudia?

I never felt like that before.

I felt helpless. All I could think of was that you were watching,

and...I couldn't do anything about it.

Oh, baby.

Do you know what that feels like for a man?

I don't know what it feels like. But I'll tell you what I do know.

I know that if we need you, you'll be there for me and Lauren, and we'll be there for you.

-And that's all that matters.

-No, babe. You see...

-Yes!

That's all that counts. You don't have to be a superman.

Just Marcus Petrie.

So, one family's moved,

one family - the kid's fine, one family doesn't talk to cops, but the kid seemed OK.

-If there's nothing wrong with this Hayes child...

-I'm not giving up.

-Maybe we'll get lucky this time.

-Oh, hell! I did not mean...

-I know! It just doesn't matter what we do - someone always gets hurt.

-Stop it! People getting hurt is NOT our fault and I'm not gonna let you do this to yourself this time!

-OK.

-Are you ready?

-Yeah.

-Hello?

-Miss Hayes?

-Yes.

-We're conducting an investigation. It concerns your son Michael.

-Can we talk to you for a few minutes?

-OK.

I don't get it! You asked us for a witness! We got one!

-A three-year-old on the witness stand?!

-OK, you explained it! We know it won't be easy!

-Hey!

-I would settle for not easy! This is IMPOSSIBLE!

-He's guilty!

I can't just use the uncorroborated testimony of a three-year-old! I have to qualify him as a witness.

I have to prove he understands the meaning of the oath

-and knows the difference between lies and truth...

-I know!

-You wait!

You'll be a three-year-old. ..I'm a lucky defence lawyer here!

Michael? Did you see Dumbo? ..Did you see an elephant fly?

-Do you believe in the tooth fairy? Santa Claus?!

-I got the picture.

-No jury will convict any adult on the word of...!

-We got the picture!

You realise we will get him someday, and we don't have to do much, cos molesters keep on molesting!

-Cos we keep letting 'em do it!

-That's right! Until we get enough credible witnesses!

Mary Beth? ..You see? You've upset my partner.

Mary Beth, you wanna slow down a minute?! Where are you going?!

It's bad enough having a sicko and we don't know him and we worry about him doing it again, but...!

I know it's Traeger, and I won't sit around and wait for him to rob somebody else's innocence!

-Are you going to Carrie's father?

-Yes. Take the car, I'll get a cab.

-It was a restraining order!

-This out of Christine Cagney?

-You want a ride?

-No, I'll go. There's no reason for both of us to defy the court order.

-What's the worst that could happen?

-Jail.

-I've been there!

-When?

-When I was 13, I took ice cream...

-Petrie?

-Yes, sir?

-I can't find that civilian complaint form anywhere on my desk.

-I tore it up.

-You won't file?

-No, sir.

-Can I ask you why?

-Well... With all due respect, Lieutenant, it's none of your business.

-OK.

You're right. It's not.

You know, Petrie... My grandfather tells a story about the old country.

-He and my grandmother were between Minsk and...

-Is this the one about the Cossack?

-I told you that one?

-With the helmet filled with sour cream?

-Yes, sir. A very nice story.

-So you'll give it some thought?

-Right.

Lieutenant? Yeah? Telephone call on three.

It's a lady named Roxanne. EVERYONE WOLF WHISTLES

Hey! What is it with you guys, huh?!

You never seen a guy get a phone call before?! HE MUMBLES TO HIMSELF

Hello, Roxanne? ..How are you?

In the back of the cab? ..Oh, well, they turn everything in at the end of their shift, so all you do is...

I tell you what, I'll call and see if they've got it, OK? ..No, no! It's OK.

Saturday? ..Yeah, I'm free. ..I love pot roast!

-I don't know what to do to get through to you people!

-We want to talk to you, sir.

Have you been on the wrong side of the bars?! I hear it's fascinating! And I am NOT bluffing!

I know you're not, sir. I know you could put us in jail, and I wouldn't be angry at you.

-Your hand, please.

-Will you give me two minutes?

Then you can get the restraining order enforced. OK?

-OK, OK, OK!

-I understand why you're doing this, cos I've got kids myself.

You're doing your best for Carrie.

You want to let nothing hurt her. But life isn't like that, sir.

-Sometimes... No matter what we do or wish, our kids get hurt anyways.

-Is there a point to this story?

-If so, would you please get to it?

-Neil Traeger is a filthy predator who should be removed from society.

However, in between his mid-terms, he's preying on small children.

Children just as young, sweet and innocent as Carrie!

It's in your power to prevent this! If you don't, you are responsible for every other child he hurts!

-We already know of another child, sir.

-Why can't that child testify?

No, sir. They want to help us, but the DA says the child is too young.

His name is Michael.

He's three years old.

He's three?!

Yes, sir.

We'll be ready to start in a few minutes. ..You all ready, Carrie?

Mary Beth.

- Hello, Jeremy. - What the hell are you doing here?

I represent Neil. ..Neil, you know Jeremy Mitchell.

Hi, Carrie.

Oh, hey! Knock it off! Stop it! I said stop it! Knock it off! Stop it!

Assault in front of witnesses?! Get him out of here!

Mr Zaybe, you shouldn't be here.

This is a public hallway, and we're not breaking any laws.

- You're intimidating a witness! - Are we?

Neil, let's sit down over here.

-Miss Gallegos?

-Yes?

-We're ready to start.

-Thank you.

OK, Carrie. You just remember everything we said. You can do it.

- No! - Carrie, are you afraid because Mr Traeger's here?

Carrie?

He can't hurt you any more! He can't, honey.

- Don't want to. - It's OK. Daddy'll take you home...

Mr Mitchell! I am taking her home!

I'll be back. ..Mr Mitchell? If you take her out, then he wins!

Don't you get that? Could I talk to you?!

-Could her father go in with her?

-It'll make her self-conscious.

-What about Mary Beth?

Maybe.

I'll see if the foreman will allow an investigating officer to assist me.

-Mr Mitchell, please wait!

-We're going home!

-That's a mistake! It's bad if she gives up now!

-I don't care what you think!

Let her get rid of it! Don't let her carry it around all her life! She needs to talk...!

She doesn't have to talk to the grand jury!

-She talks to me or to her therapist.

-No, sir. It's not the same thing.

This way, maybe she helps another small child and makes a difference!

Carrie, sweetheart? Do you want to go into that courtroom or not?

It's up to you, sweetie. Whatever you decide, it's OK.

-I'm scared.

-Oh, sweetie.

I'll tell you the truth. I get scared every time I go to court. I bet your father does, too.

I'll tell you what helped me not be scared.

I imagine a friend sitting in front of me, and I talk to my friend,

and I forget about the people in the room and talk to my friend. You could try that, maybe.

I can't imagine a friend.

Mr Mitchell! Mr Mitchell, Det Lacey can be present during the hearing.

Carrie, understand that? ..You don't have to imagine a friend,

because you could talk to me. Can you talk to me?

Yes. It's your choice, sweetheart.

But you don't have to.

Hey, Carrie? ..Hey, honey. Give me your hand.

Now, listen. You hang onto my hand and keep looking at me, all right?

It'll soon be all right, sweetie. Give me a kiss.

Good luck.

OK?

Subtitles by Raymond Morrison