05x12 - The Education of Terry Carver

[bunniefuu]

[suspenseful music]

[crash]

[gasps]

Oh, [gasps] Bill,
sorry, you scared me.

This place is getting
to me, I guess.

Yeah, amazing how empty it
gets on a Friday night, huh?

Yeah.

You're Terry, right?

Right.

Terry Carver, yearbook
staff, remember?

Sure.

Well, goodnight.

Terry, wait.

What?

I always sort of
wondered about, you know?

There's not much to know.

I wonder what you'd be like?

Let go.

Come on.

It's Friday night.

[scoffs]

You don't have to go anyplace.

You're hurting me.

Then don't be in such a hurry.

Don't you ever wonder about me?

No.

What are you doing?

Stop it!

[gasping]

Relax.

Please, just--
just leave me alone.

[suspenseful music]

[gasping]

Please.
- Shut up!

I don't want to hurt you.

[suspenseful music]

[terry screaming]

[clothes ripping]

[theme music]

THEME SONG: We
never thought we'd

find a place where we belong.

Don't have to stand alone.

Never let you fall.

Don't need permission to
decide what you believe.

Woo!

I said, jump down
on Jump Street.

I said, jump down
on Jump Street.

Your friends will be there
when your back is to the wall.

You're finally need us, cause
there's no one else to call.

When it was hopeless, a
decision is what you need.

You gotta be ready
to, be ready to, jump!

Jump Street.

Yeah, she-- she looks pretty
athletic, pretty athletic.

What?

- She's got the height.
- Height, yeah.

She-- mm, long arms, too.
Lookit.

Long arms, strength.

What are you
guys talking about?

- Basketball.
- Basketball, yes.

Tell us-- tell us you can play.

Now tell us she can play good.

- Good basketball.
- OK.

I can play good.
- How good?

How good?

Try three times
All City Guard.

Why?
- Three times.

All City.

[chuckles]

Yeah, so what are
you guys getting at?

Well, you see,
Philby at the th,

he bet me bucks
that he, his partner,

and the girl behind the dispatch
desk could b*at us in a three

on three.

bucks?

Yeah.

Sounds good.
When is it?

Tonight.

Oh, I'm sorry, guys.

I got plans.

- Plans?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Plans?

What are plans compared
to a sure thing?

Not tonight.

[interposing voices]

OK, it's the money.

Hey, if it's the money,
I'll put up the stakes.

You just sink the baskets.

Some other time.

Let her go, guys.

Captain, she can have a date
with Mr. Wonderful any time.

Hoffs doesn't have a date.

That makes it worse.

Is there something
wrong with Hoffs, Captain?

No.

Then what?

[phones ringing in background]

It's just that Hoffs
has a personal thing

on Wednesday nights.

Like what?

If you want to know more,
you'll have to ask Hoffs.

[crickets chirping]

Take a look at this.

See what's missing.

[inaudible]

Does it say on the report?

[inaudible]

I, uh--

I need to talk to somebody.

MONICA: Should we tell
the police [inaudible]

You can talk to me.

[phone ringing in background]

MONICA: West Side
r*pe Crisis Center.

This is Monica.

Have a seat.

MONICA: It's OK.

Calm down.

My name's Judy.

[crying]

Uh, Terry.

[crying]

I'm sorry.

It's OK.

Sometimes it's good to cry.

I hate crying.

I really do.

[phone ringing in background]

I hate everything about this.

[sniffling]

I know.

No, you don't.

You don't know,
because you can't

know unless you've been there.

You're sad.

You're scared.

You're mad at the world.

You don't like yourself
too much, either.

[scoffs]

You don't want to
tell people about what

happened because of
what they may say

or how they might treat you.

Am I getting warm?

[scoffs]

You've been there.

[sniffling]

God, I was so stupid.

I keep thinking, maybe
I said something,

or I-- or I did something
that he misinterpreted.

You know him?

[sighs]

Sort of.

[scoffs]

I, um--

[scoffs]

The funny thing is I
was glad to see him.

The library gets
so creepy at night.

And then he turned.

[sniffling]

And I was so scared.

I know.

[sniffling]

[sighs]

Go on.

Tell me what happened
after it was over.

I stayed in the library
a really long time.

I was scared to breathe.

[music playing]

And then I ran to
the Student Union.

And I called the Campus Police.

They came, and they asked
me a bunch of questions.

And then they took
me to the Med Center.

The medical exam
is rough, huh?

Yeah.

[sniffling]

[music playing]

So, did the police arrest him?

I don't know.

The campus cops said
they'd take care of it.

What did the city cops say?

Oh, the Dean said
she would look into it.

[sighs]

But it's been almost a week and
a half, and I haven't heard.

I keep calling, but
she's never there.

I have a-- a
friend who's a cop.

And, uh, I could get him
to look into your case

if that's OK with you.

[music playing]

OK.

But I may need a
little more information.

What was his name?

His name is Bill Howard.

He cornered her in the
stacks of the library

and then r*ped her
at Kn*fe point.

Did you pull the file?

I tried.

There's nothing in the computer,
and I can't find any precinct

for the record investigation.

You're saying nobody
reported the r*pe?

JUDY: All I'm saying is that
it's been almost a week.

The more time goes
by, the less chance

we have to prosecute this guy.

[sighs]

All right, listen, I've got
to go downtown for a budget

meeting, all right?

On the way back, I'll, uh--

I'll stop by the campus.

I'll see what I can find out.

OK, thanks.

[knocks]

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'd like to speak
with your commanding officer.

You're looking at him.

Captain Briggs.

Ah, Captain Fuller.

Well, what can I
do for you, Captain?

Well, I had a few questions
about the r*pe last Friday

night.

r*pe?

Yeah.

That's the first I've
heard of any of this.

[phone ringing in background]

I believe the victim was a
student named Terry Carver.

According to Ms. Carver, she
called your emergency number.

Campus security
officers picked her up.

They took a report and dropped
her off at the hospital.

Hey, Daniels, get me the
blotter from last Friday night.

There's no way in hell anything
like that could have happened

without my hearing about it.

[phone ringing in background]

Take a look-- no r*pe
report and no call

from anyone named Carver.

[police radio chatter]

[sighs]

Thank you, Captain.

[background chatter]

[crickets chirping]

You still here?

JUDY: Yeah, just doing a
little, uh, organizing.

Ah.

- Well?
- [sighs]

Well, I stopped by the
Campus Security Office.

And?

And they never
heard of Terry Carver.

Are you sure?

The Captain showed me
the blotter for that day.

[scoffs]

Captain, unless this girl
is some amazing actress,

she's telling the truth.

I'm not saying she wasn't--

But you thought it.

I'm sorry.

Listen, I-- I've
been in her shoes.

You cannot fake what that
girl's going through.

I trust your instincts.

Let's get you on campus, and
check this thing out, huh?

Thank you.

But since there might be
a camouflage job going on,

we can't ask the University's
cooperation on this one.

You'll need a cover.

Not to worry--

super fingers.

Super fingers?

You are looking at
the star of Ms. Baroni's

th grade typing class--

words per minute.

[ding]

You're much too good at
this to be a temp, Judy.

Every think of going full time?

No, ma'am, I'm
just doing it to make

ends meet till I finished
my MBA at night school.

Ambitious-- I like that.

Uh, Dean Crane?

Yes.

While you were at
the Alumni Brunch,

you got a message from a
student named Terry Carver.

Well, thanks for the message.

But she sounded very upset.

Should I get her on
the line for you?

Well, not now.

Well, what do I say
when she calls back?

Take another message.

But I noticed in the
log that the last temp got

messages from the same girl.

[phone ringing in background]

It's just that, uh, she said
something about being r*ped.

Aren't you concerned?

[scoffs]

Well, of course I am.

I'm concerned for
her mental health.

But I've already talked
to her several times.

I don't know what
else I can say.

How can I handle
the girl who keeps

calling me about
an incident that

simply couldn't have happened?

Couldn't have happened?

Well, the boy she
accused of raping her

was miles away
with a friend buying

beer for a fraternity party.

[car starting]

Car, Carter, Campbell--

sorry, no Carver.

Maybe it was in
a separate file.

She was here for a
r*pe forensics exam.

This file has all the ER
admissions logs for that night.

If she was here,
it'd be in the file.

And Jane Does?

Nope.

Oh, one Jane Doe in cardiac--

no r*pes.

- Are you sure?
- Positive.

No one named Terry Carver
came in here that night.

[suspenseful music]

Are you OK?

I've been better.

Terry, you have to tell me the
truth if I'm going to help you.

I have been telling
you the truth.

But you didn't go to
the hospital, did you?

I did.

Then why don't they
have any record of it?

Because I didn't stay.

I meant to.

[sighs]

But the emergency room
was full of hurt people

and screaming babies.

I waited for hours for
someone to come and get me.

And then I found
out what they wanted

to do to me for that exam.

[scoffs]

I had already been r*ped once.

So I took off.

I went home.

I took a hot bath.

I had some Valium.
And I went to sleep.

Weren't the Campus
Police with you?

No, they just dropped me off.

[sighs]

[scoffs]

I blew it, didn't I?

Nothing's going to
happen to him, because I

didn't take that exam.

Right?

It's not going to be easy.

He's got an alibi.

And we have no evidence.

GIRL IN BACKGROUND: Why did
this have to happen to me?

I just don't understand it!

[thunder rumbling]

It says here that you dropped
out of the Police Academy.

Is that right?

Yes, sir.

Why?

Didn't like it.

Well, it didn't
like you much, either,

from the looks of your grades.

Look, man, I'm honest.

I'm tough.

And I'm available.

[phone ringing in background]

All right.

I'll take a chance.

You can start tonight.

You buy your own uniforms,
and we supply the gear.

Come on.

I'll show you around.

Thanks a lot.

[phone ringing in background]

The pay's not great.

The work's not
that hard, either.

What's this?

The emergency line.

If somebody on campus dials
---, the recorder kicks in.

Get many calls?

No.

Usually, it's just stolen
bikes, loud parties,

and an occasional
fight with the townies.

What do we do if it's
a real thing, like--

like m*rder or something?

What anybody else would do--

we call the cops.

[phone ringing in background]

Ah, well, how'd it go?

Great.

They've got all the
state-of-the-art

stuff in there.

They even have a
recorded -- number.

Did you get the job?

[scoffs]

I start tonight.

Good, so do I.

At, uh, Bill
Howard's fraternity?

Yeah, Phi Kappa Delta.

I can't wait.

I kind of always wanted to
be in a fraternity, you know?

You?

Yeah.

You know, they always look like
they're having so much fun.

They always got those
girls hanging around,

you know, named Buffy
and Muffy, you know?

[chuckling]

Don't they make you do,
like, a bunch of weird rituals

where you have to, like, run
across town in your underpants

with, like, olives
taped to your nipples?

[chuckling]

Just the pledges, you know?

I would be an active.

See?

I've got my fraternity pin.

How'd you get that?

A pawn shop, where else?

FRAT BOY: Yeah, I
feel lucky tonight.

FRAT BOY: Chug, chug,
chug, chug, chug, chug!

[rock music playing]

[inaudible]

JIM: You know, so why don't
you just make it easy on us

and take all the
money right now?

[rock music playing]

OK, ante up.

[rock music playing]

FRAT BOY: Chug, chug,
chug, chug, chug, chug!

Guys, meet, uh, Tony Parker,
a brother from Syracuse.

Hey, Tony, nice to meet.

Bill Howard, chapter president.

Nice to meet you.

This is, uh,
Jim, Ron, and Phil.

Hi.

So you're on vacation?

I wish.

No, I'm just going town
for a couple of days,

see if I get a transfer.

Oh, you're another, uh, Phi
Kap trying to run his grades,

huh?

Yeah, something like that.

Listen, you stay
as long as you want.

If you need any help,
advice, directions, whatever,

I'm your man.
- Thank you.

I appreciate that.

OK, no problem.

PHIL: Tony, you play poker?

- Yeah.
- Pull up a chair, man.

I promise not to
take all your money.

Never listen to him.

He's cleaned me out three
times already, lucky stiff.

Oh, luck had nothing
to do with it, my boy.

So are you guys playing
with cookies here?

[inaudible]

Yeah, Jim forgot
where he put the chips.

Yeah, so, uh, creams,
$., chocolate chips,

$., oatmeals are $..

All right, I think
I can handle that.

Lay it on me.

Right on.

[phone ringing in background]

Hey.

JUDY: Hey.

Cookies?

$. worth.

What, are they made of gold?

No, but that's what they
were worth at the poker

game I just sat in on at
Bill Howard's fraternity.

Did you meet him?

Yeah.

I also met Dave
Gibson, the alibi.

And?

And the alibi is going
to be a tough one to break.

Gibson even handed in
a receipt for the beer.

Apparently, there's some
store out in Brimley that

doesn't card the customers.

Which means the
clerk will deny having

seen both Howard and Gibson.

Right.

So what's he like?

Who, Bill Howard?

Yeah.

You're not going to like
the answer to that question,

either.
- I figured that much.

He's friendly.

He seems real nice.

Unless you're a girl
and he's got a Kn*fe.

Told you you weren't
going to like the answer.

You got to face the fact
that he has an alibi, Jude.

I mean, what do we got?

Nothing, except
Terry and her word.

[crunches]

[crickets chirping]

Hey, Tony.

Hey, what's up?

What's that?

Uh, it's my
transfer application.

What did you major in, anyway?

History.
Why?

Well, I got to say
what I'm going to major

in if I get a transfer.

Why don't you just put what
your major is at Syracuse?

I don't think
undecided would wow them.

[scoffs]

Oh, I guess not.

You know what you do?

[phone ringing in background]

If you write down a major
that's not too crowded,

that'll give you better
odds of getting in.

[chuckling]
I like it.

I like the way you think.

Is history crowded?

No, I don't think so.

MAC: All right.

So what are you going to do
with the history major, anyway?

- Bill, it's for you.
- Thanks.

Uh, I'm applying for law school.

Oh, yeah, you got
good grades, huh?

Yeah, in the bank.

Listen, I got to get that.

I'll see you later.

MAC: All right.

[chuckling]

What?

Ah.

All that stuff about applying
to law school, forget it, man.

They've been saving him
a spot in that class

since before he was born.

Why?

His dad's the chairman of the
board of PatramCo Corporation.

MAC: Oh, you mean he's rich?

I mean they give tons of
money to this school every year.

Escort service?

Yeah, I've been waiting
for over half an hour.

Nobody showed up.

[sighs]

Well, how much longer?

Yeah, OK, I'll wait.

Escort service?

Yeah.

You?

You're the escort service?

[struggling]

[screaming]

No!

No, no!

[struggling]

Hey!

Go limp, jerk.

I'd love an excuse.

Put your hands behind your head.

Stick around, people.

You're all witnesses.

DAVE: Yeah, we're all witnesses.

But he didn't do anything.

What do you mean he
didn't do anything?

He r*ped me.

Try to calm down.

He won't touch you again.

No, man.

You-- you got it all wrong.

She att*cked him.

[music playing]

What?

She's nuts.

She was all over me.

DAVE: Well, why don't you
your two witnesses, sir?

[suspenseful music]

[chatter]

[suspenseful music]

CAPTAIN: You've turned out
to be a real piece of work!

What would you have done?

It looked like he
was all over her.

You get in between
them, and you

find out, what's the matter?

You don't touch anybody.

You don't insult anybody.

And you sure as hell
don't handcuff anybody.

You're serious?

These are not street trash.

They're college students!

So does that mean
you should turn

your head whenever a crime's
being committed by one of them?

CAPTAIN: Whatever
happens is between them.

Let them sue each
other, not you!

[background chatter]

[phone ringing in background]

Hi, Judy.
Any calls?

Just that girl,
Terry Carver, again.

And you handled it
the way I told you.

Well, yes, I did.

But I just hate
to give her a line

like that when she
seems to think we're

busy doing something for her.

But we are doing
something for her.

We're doing everything
we can to give

her all the help she needs.

What kind of help?

Well, psychiatric counseling,
financial assistance.

But she said she saw
the r*pist in the library

last night.

Shouldn't we call the
police or something?

From what I hear,
she att*cked him.

Yeah, for raping her.

Well, if he r*ped her,
why would he be so stupid

as to go anywhere near her?

I don't know.

It just seems unfair to her.

That's all.

in the corner pocket.

Oh!

So what did you say
happened last night?

I told you, man.

[sighs]

This girl just went nuts and
started trying to b*at Bill up.

The date from hell, huh?

BILL: No, it's
nothing like that.

She's, uh-- I don't know.

She's crazy.

And Gibson was there.

He saw it.

Yeah.

It's not funny, man.

I mean, this chick was
really freaking out.

She's cry, screaming,
trying to hit him.

I don't know.

For some reason, she's
obsessed with me.

Really?

DAVE: [scoffs]

She's weird is what she is, man.

I mean, what if she
comes after when

there's no one else around?

FRAT BOY: Hey, don't
pour that stuff out.

That's when I call
my dad's lawyer.

He's going to take care of it.

FRAT BOY: Quit hitting the
book and get back down here.

Come on!

MR. JOHNSON: Your
Honor, my client,

Mr. William Campbell Howard,
requests a restraining order

against Ms. Teresa Jane Carver.

JUDGE: Cause.

Two days ago, Ms.
Carver assaulted

Mr. Howard in the
presence of witnesses.

Their depositions are
included with the complaint.

JUDGE: Ms. Carver, you have
not been charged with a crime.

But you do understand
that, if this is granted,

it will mean a curtailment
of your liberties.

You will not be allowed to come
within feet of Mr. Howard,

nor say anything that would
cause his reputation harm.

Do you object to this grant?

Yes.

He's the one who should be--

JUDGE: Yes or no
is all I require.

You are eligible
for representation.

Do you wish time to
arrange an attorney?

No, Your Honor.

Proceed.

Ms. Carver, when you saw
Bill Howard on the night

in question, did you strike him?

Yes.

He r*ped me two weeks ago--

almost two weeks ago.

Counselor, has your
client been charged

with as*ault on this woman?

No, Your Honor.

Ms. Carver, have you made
such a charge to the district

attorney's office?

No.

MR. JOHNSON: Your
Honor, if I may--

now this is an example of the
need for the restraining order.

Now I submit that Ms.
Carver is a mentally

unbalanced,
unattractive girl who

has become obsessed with a,
uh, very popular, good-looking

young man.

Ms. Carver, I caution you.

You are under oath.

Anything that you
say which is untrue

might open you to
charges of perjury.

Go on.

MR. JOHNSON: Ms. Carver,
how did you meet Mr. Howard?

I was on the yearbook
staff, and he was the editor.

Did you, uh, think
about him a lot?

Did you have, uh, sexual
fantasies about him?

No.

Do you have a steady
boyfriend, Ms. Carver?

No.

Have you ever had
a steady boyfriend?

TERRY: Not really.

Well, then, what
about, uh, dates?

Do you ever go out on dates?

Sometimes.

MR. JOHNSON: How often?

Every week, once a
month, once a year?

I don't know!

Well, when was your last date?

About a month and a half ago.

About a month and a half.

And did you and your date
have sexual intercourse?

Do I have to answer that?

Your point, Mr. Johnson?

I'm attempting to demonstrate
that, uh, Mr. Howard

represented an
unattainable sexual ideal

and that, when he
ignored Ms. Carver,

she struck back at
him as only she could,

att*cked him physically, and
even accused him of r*pe, which

this court has just witnessed.

I will allow it.

Answer the question, Ms. Carver.

Yes.

I'm sorry.

I couldn't hear that.

Yes.

And have you, uh, dated this
person again after a month

and a half has gone by?

No.

Would you agree
if I characterized

this sexual relationship
as unsatisfactory?

What?

MR. JOHNSON: You never
saw this boy again.

Was that because the
sex was not fulfilling?

You bastard!

You know what he did to me!

You have no right!

He r*ped me!

Sit down, Ms. Carver.

TERRY: He r*ped me!

Sit down, Ms. Carver--

now.

Well, I've heard enough.

Ms. Carver, if Mr.
Howard did force

you to have sexual
relations with him,

I urge you to take the proper
steps to press charges.

In the meantime, I see
no legitimate reason

why you would want to have
further contact with him.

Therefore, I will grant
this restraining order.

You will adhere
to its provisions

or be in contempt of this court.

You are excused.

Next case.

[music playing]

Terry, I'm sorry.

Just let me go.

- Where are you going?
- Home.

I'll walk with you.

[inaudible]

Don't you give up, Terry!

I'm not giving up.

I lost.

You're doing exactly
what he wants you to do.

You're running away.

So you-- you got to show
him that this was a mistake.

He just did this
just to scare you.

Well, it worked, OK?

I am scared.

What you saw was the worst
you could possibly go through.

And you survived it.

No.

Do you know what I saw?

I saw that Bill
Howard can r*pe me,

and there is nothing that
I can ever do about it.

That's what I saw!

If you don't fight back,
you're going to regret

it for the rest of your life.

Judy, I'm not you.

I'm not a fighter.

I just want to be left alone.

What am I supposed to tell
the next girl Bill Howard r*pes?

[sighs]

Tell her there's nothing
she can do about it.

[suspenseful music]

[sirens wailing in background]

Hey, sorry I'm late, guys.

There was a party at the house.

While Terry is
sitting alone at her

parents' house wondering
how her life got totaled--

party, party.

I had to go.

It's my cover, remember?

Yeah, well, I hope
you didn't have any fun.

CAPTAIN FULLER: Your
cover doesn't matter

any longer, anyway, guys.

What are you talking
about, Captain?

It's time to pull
out, cut our losses.

Pull out-- pull out nothing!

If we don't stop him
now, what's to keep

him from doing it again?

Guys, we haven't even
come up with any proof

that a r*pe happened at all.

And we don't even have
a victim any longer.

We've got nothing.

We've got her word.

We've-- we've gone
with less before.

I'm sorry, Hoffs.

I-- I can't sanction devoting
anymore of this unit's

resources to a dead-end case.

Then split us up.

Let me stay under alone.

Sorry.

You've got half a day to
pull out of your cover.

FRAT BOY: Come on, you guys.

This bathroom looks
like a pig pen.

There's towels all over.

Who's responsible?

FRAT BOY: It's not
my fault. It's Jim's.

Hey, Tony.

I just heard.

Sorry your transfer
didn't come through.

Yeah, well, Syracuse
isn't that bad.

When do you go back?

Today.

Well, listen, good luck, man.

Hey, thanks.

OK.

[suspenseful music]

Dave.

DAVE: Syracuse.

What's happening, man?

This is a nice car.

Thanks, I like it.

You need some help with it?

No, I got under control.

Thanks.

I always wanted a little
two-seater like this.

Well, why don't you get one?

You can pick them up
pretty cheap these days.

Yeah, I'd like to.

But you know, I'm always
carting stuff around.

I don't think I could fit
it all in one like this.

I never have a problem.

The trunk's pretty big.

That's not that big, Dave.

I mean, what if you wanted to
pick up a couple of keggers

of beer or something like that?

No, problem.

Put one in the trunk, one
in the passenger seat.

I did it just a
couple of weeks ago.

Oh, yeah?
Oh, that's right.

That's the time that, uh, Bill
Howard went along for the ride,

right?

Yeah.

As a matter of fact, it is.

Why?

MAC: Oh, well, I was
just wondering, you know,

if, uh, you had a keg in
the front seat with you,

uh, where did Bill sit?

On your lap?

Why are you asking
all these questions?

Because, Dave, it's my job.

Man, Bill never r*ped anybody.

They were trying to frame him.

You planning to testify
in court to that effect?

Yeah.

I have to, I guess.

Well, you better make sure.

Because if it isn't
true, that's perjury.

And that is a crime.

I'd also have a good
case against you

for aiding and abetting.

[sighs]

What do you want to know?

I want you to tell me what
really happened that night.

[sighs]

Campus cops showed
up at the door.

Bill said he was with me.

Well, what could I say?

He's my best friend.

[birds chirping]

Anyway, they took us
down to their office.

And then what happened?

DAVE: Nothing.

Nothing?

Nothing, Dave, huh?

What kind of nothing?

Well, at o'clock,
the security captain

got a call from somebody
on the phone, the one

with the tape machine on it.

The emergency line?

DAVE: Yeah, I guess.

Anyway, after that, he
told us we could go.

[chatter]

[phones ringing]

[police radio chatter]

Uh, Gibson said it was in
the middle of the night, right?

Yeah, about : AM.

That makes it the th.

What are you doing?

Oh, we're just playing a tape.

It's an oldie but
a goodie, you know?

Yeah, well, just
get away from those.

I lied about dropping
out of the Academy.

I graduated!

What do you want?

It's all on the warrant.

CAPTAIN (ON TAPE): Let
the police sort it out.

DEAN (ON TAPE): You
mean, the city police?

No, let's not get
them involved in it.

CAPTAIN (ON TAPE): Dean
Crane, r*pe is a felony.

It's a crime not to report it.

DEAN (ON TAPE): Look,
I know that boy.

His father's given this
university over $ million.

Bill Howard wouldn't do this.

CAPTAIN (ON TAPE): It's
not up to us to decide.

DEAN (ON TAPE): It is if you
want to continue working here.

Oh, Briggs, Briggs, Brings.

You know, you should
have erased that tape

when you redid your blotter.

You're under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent.

If you give up the right to
remain silent, anything you say

can and will be used against
you in a court of law.

You have the right to
speak with an attorney,

to have the attorney
present during questioning.

If you so desire and
cannot afford one,

an attorney will be
appointed for you without

charge before questioning.

Do you understand these
rights I've explained to you?

Judy!

Do you understand
these rights?

Of course, I understand.

But this is ridiculous.

Conspiracy to do what?

To prevent the
reporting of a felony,

to destroy evidence of a
felony, to aid a felony

suspect in avoiding
apprehension.

You can read the rest
on the way downtown.

Come on, Mac.

What I did was in the best
interest of those students.

What you did was protect
a r*pist because he was

the son of a big contributor!

I would never.

Oh, don't worry.

I'm sure the University will use
some of those big contributions

to get you a lawyer.

Let's go.

[music playing]

Terry.

Hi.

How are you doing?

I just, uh--

well, I just wanted to
stop by to thank you.

I was just doing my job.

No, I meant I wanted
to thank you for setting

such a good example.

[sighs]

I mean, I see you, and
I see where I'm going.

It doesn't look so bad.

Well, I gotta go.

Keep in touch, OK?

Oh, we'll be seeing
a lot of each other.

I'm testifying at its trial.

Pressing charges?

Well, that's what
you would do, isn't it?

Yeah, I guess it is.

See you.

Take care.

[music playing]

I-- I need to
talk to somebody.

[music playing]

You can talk to me.

I'm Judy.

[music playing]