Carver was called in on it. Hunt wanted to talk to the detectives and the DA without his attorney present.
"I want a new lawyer." He said.
"That can be arranged." Carver folded his hands on the table, and looked up at Hunt.
What followed wasn't a confession. When new legal representation was found, a story came out that focused on his years of torture, rape and abuse at the hands of a priest, who was also a close friend of his family. This "priest" had apparently diagnosed some sort of problem in Hunt as a child, and held him for "observation" isolated and away from anyone who could help him.
Robert Hunt, or one of his personalities broke down and cried, but it wasn't a man weeping. It was a child. A little boy, trapped and condemned to relive his own private hell for the rest of his life. The howls of pain and anguish that filled the interrogation room were sounds none present would ever be able to erase from their memories. They had found their murderer...
Later...
"Alex, wait." Goren's voice was tight, and he slid his coat on slowly, after helping her into hers.
"I'm going to talk to Carver." She spoke very quietly.
He turned her to face him, and saw she was barely holding back tears.
"I'll go with you."
"We can't convict him. We can't. It's not right."
"I agree."
"I want that priest. I want that son of a bitch hog tied and roasted. I want him on a silver goddamn platter with an apple in his mouth."
Goren nodded.
Deakins' office, even later:
"I'm sorry." Deakins sighed.
"Sorry isn't good enough." Goren's voice was rising.
"This isn't our fight, Goren. There's a statute of limitations, and to pin a murder on someone who didn't physically commit the crime is the responsibility of Hunt's attorney, not the NYPD. Carver has a legal obligation, not to mention a professional obligation to prosecute him."
"Hang professional, what about moral obligations? This isn't right!" Eames stared at her captain.
"I want the son of a bitch as badly as you do, Alex--"
"No, you don't!" She was shouting now, which silenced Deakins. "If you gave a shit, you wouldn't be standing in our way."
"Damn it. I can't let you pursue this. It's your jobs, and your badges if I do. I want him. But there's nothing we can do! Even if the Archdiocese weren't pulling strings, we'd be hard pressed to build a case, but they ARE." He hung his head. "We have to let it go."
Eames opened the door and walked out, without another word. She made a beeline for her desk, and grabbed her coat. Goren stared hard at Deakins for a moment, then slammed his fist on the desk, causing the metal to bang loudly and reverberate. He too walked out without another word.