For Jones, the film of the traumatic transfer of custody was conclusive evidence of Borukhova’s monstrousness: “She was cold and unconcerned. She didn’t try to comfort her daughter. Wouldn’t you want the child to be calm? But she just wanted to show on tape how upset the child was. I don’t know what her motivation could have been, except selfish. I saw that she was willing to sacrifice the well-being of her daughter to get her way. This made me believe she would kill her husband to keep the daughter.”
Both jurors were sure of Mallayev’s guilt, though Smith had noticed—and thought unfair—Hanophy’s suppression of Siff ’s attempt to challenge the fingerprinting field. Jones thought otherwise: “He was trying to say fingerprinting is not a science. That’s ridiculous. It was such a crazy argument, such a desperate thing to do. They’ve been using fingerprinting for so many years. Why would they use it if it wasn’t accurate?”
One of the jurors who turned me down had written in an e-mail, “I don’t think I could do the interview without getting very upset about it. It still feels too recent for me to talk about it.” I imagine that she was the Spanish lady on whose thread of maternal feeling Borukhova’s fate briefly hung.
On a Sunday afternoon a few days after the verdict, Alla Lupyan-Grafman took me on a tour of the Bukharan neighborhood in Forest Hills, a district of pleasant houses on side streets—with the gilded McMansions rising strangely among them—that flank an avenue, called 108th Street, lined with well-maintained red brick apartment buildings. After about eight blocks, a few synagogues appear, and the avenue becomes shabbier. It then turns into a Main Street stretch of food markets and small clothing and electronics stores and storefront offices, among them the medical office where Borukhova practiced. The Annandale Playground, nearby, was our final stop. At the trial, when the prosecution showed charts on which eyewitnesses to the shooting made marks to indicate where they had stood when they saw what they saw, I had had trouble imagining the scene, and now that I was on the spot it was not much clearer. The place was just another of the city’s grudging concessions to the claims of innocuous childhood pleasure. No trace of violence appeared among its banal swings and slides. But, a block away, on Sixty-fourth Road, a trace of the victim remained. As Alla and I passed a red brick apartment building, she pointed to a red canopy over a white door on which the words “Orthodontist / Physical Therapist” were printed. “This was Daniel’s office,” Alla said. Disconcertingly, the name of the man who had been dead for seventeen months still appeared on a sign hanging beside the door from a metal pole: “Daniel Malakov, D.D.S. P.C. Orthodontist,” with a Russian translation below it, followed by “Gavriel Malakov, P.T. Physical Therapist,” also with Cyrillic writing below. Gavriel, Daniel’s brother, had shared the office with him and evidently still practiced there.
The following Sunday, I returned to Forest Hills, impelled by an inexplicable urge to retrace the steps I had taken with Alla. On Sixty-fourth Road, I took out my notebook, to write down the words on the sign in front of Daniel’s dental office. As I stood writing, a tall, older man in a yarmulke suddenly appeared, whom I immediately recognized as Khaika Malakov. He looked at me without surprise or even interest, as characters in dreams do. I, too, felt no surprise. I introduced myself as a journalist—perhaps he remembered seeing me in the courtroom?—and asked if we could talk. Khaika silently took out a key and opened the white door. I followed him into a waiting room in which everything was black: the high receptionist’s counter, the linoleum floor, the chairs in a row along a wall. Khaika motioned me to one of the chairs and seated himself in the next one. “Everybody congratulate me,” he said. “You win case. Justice is done. But in this case nobody win. Especially Michelle. I lost my son. My lovely, lovely son. He had high education. Everybody need him. Very high-class specialist, very important. My family lost him. Everybody lost. Nobody wins. All the families suffer. Killer family suffer now. This case, it is not sport, it is not business transaction. It is very stupid case. A lot of people congratulate me. I don’t know what to say.”
He proposed that an electrode be placed in Borukhova’s brain so that “every time she touched her head she would remember what she did.” He went on, “American jail system is not like Russian system. They have TV, they don’t work, they can go to school. They can just exercise. Too easy. In Russian jail it is very hard.”
I said—falling into Khaika’s associative style of conversing—that in “Crime and Punishment” Raskolnikov got only eight years in Siberia.
“Eight years in Siberia is like eighty years here,” Khaika said. “It’s very cold in Siberia. They work underground in mines. After three years, everyone is sick.”
I asked him where I could get a recording of Ezra Malakov singing Bukharan Shash maqâm, a classical Central Asian musical genre. I had learned that Ezra is a distinguished disseminator and performer of this repertoire and that he had made a number of CD recordings. Khaika said he had a collection of Ezra’s recordings at home and invited me to come pick one up. As we walked to his house, we passed an apartment building that Khaika identified as the building where Borukhova’s mother and sisters live. On 108th Street, we passed Borukhova’s storefront office, and I saw that her sign, like Daniel’s, was still in place. Khaika’s house, a few blocks away, on Sixty-sixth Avenue, is a brick house of pleasant, undistinguished character. The living room had a stilted orderliness. There was a large polished table in the middle surrounded by large chairs, a huge credenza with china and crystal, tea sets, and bibelots behind its glass front, a large painting in a gold frame of the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem, a black upright piano, Persian rugs, leather sofas, and, in the window, a vase of gladiolus and hydrangeas.
At home, I played Ezra’s recording; I had never heard songs like that. Over instrumentation that, in its circular, teasing rhythms and vibrant twangings, evoked harem dancers, the words baruch atah adonai rang out in Ezra’s vigorous, harsh voice. After I played the CD a few times, I began to like it.
The sentencing hearing, on April 21st, had the atmosphere of a public execution. The jury box was filled with cameramen, who stood in a row and thrust their heavy cameras outward, as if they were rifles. Every seat was filled. The front row had again been reserved for police detectives and functionaries from the D.A.’s office, and the horde of Malakovs seemed even larger than the one that came to hear the verdict. Judge Hanophy arrived in a Sunday-best gray suit; he put on his robe only at the end of the obligatory waiting period. Borukhova and Mallayev were led in but not immediately freed from their handcuffs; Scaring had to ask Hanophy that this be done. Borukhova wore a turban of patterned ivory fabric, a long black-and-white skirt, and her white jacket. Mallayev was in a dark suit. Throughout the hearing, Borukhova wrote on a yellow legal pad. Scaring and Siff had submitted motions “to vacate the conviction” and Donna Aldea stood up to give the prosecution’s argument against them. As she neatly struck down Scaring’s and Siff ’s complaints of judicial error and bias, I thought of Billy Gorta’s admiring characterization of her as head girl at a British school. Before he denied their motions, the judge admonished Scaring and Siff: “This is nothing different than any other murder case I’ve tried. You seem to think that this is so extraordinary. It’s not. Somebody’s life was taken, somebody’s arrested, they’re indicted, they’re tried and they’re convicted. That’s all this is.”
The sentencing hearing proper began with a series of “victim impact” statements. The first statement was read aloud by Khaika Malakov, in Russian, with Alla translating. He spoke of Daniel’s professional merits and personal virtues. He expressed his gratitude to the police and to the D.A.’s office. “We know how difficult it would be to find the killer and how difficult it is especially under democratic system to prove the guilt.” He concluded by saying, “Like it says in the old book, eye for eye, death for death, but fortunately for the killers who commit such a crime there is no such penalty in the United States today.” He asked for life imprisonment without parole.
Leventhal, in his statement, called Mallayev a predator and schemer and a paid assassin and evil accomplice. He castigated Borukhova—his voice rising and his hands feverishly gesturing—for her “sheer arrogance” in believing that she could get away with the crime and for her violation of the Hippocratic oath (though he continued, insultingly, to call her “Miss,” rather than “Dr.”—as did the judge) “when she hired a paid assassin to murder in cold blood the man who had once shared her bed.” Borukhova listened impassively, and continued to write on her legal pad. Leventhal characterized the crime as “one of the most coldhearted and cold-blooded murders that I have had the opportunity to investigate and to prosecute.” He said, “These defendants are a true danger to society,” and asked for the maximum sentence. “It is only these sentences, Your Honor, that will protect society from criminals such as these.”
Siff pleaded for the minimum sentence for Mallayev, and then Hanophy asked Mallayev if he had anything to say before being sentenced. The man who had sat in silence during the whole trial now rose and spoke at length. He spoke in bad but fairly comprehensible English, in a rambling, confusing, entirely unpersuasive, but strangely dignified way about how he had been railroaded. “I didn’t kill nobody in my life,” he said, and went on:
I cannot blame the jury for the verdict because they hear what they have to hear and what they supposed to hear to bring that judgment because Mr. Prosecutor make everything to make that happen. For holding the media, the news channel, all advertisement, and go over and over with lie statements in the newspapers, to putting the media. Is like hey, we got the killer, this is the killer, and make believe to whatever he’s talking with no proof.
What they try to accomplish is to satisfy the people of New York hey, we got the killer. Don’t worry. You can go to the playground. Nothing is gonna happen.
Scaring then stood up to argue for a lenient sentence for Borukhova. He said, as he had said to reporters many times before, that the case against her was based on “guesswork and speculation.” He said that, like Daniel, she was respected in the community for being a good doctor and a good person. “It’s easy for the prosecution to stand up and wave his hands and say this is the worst case he’s ever seen, but he doesn’t know her, either. She is a good person. I’m asking Your Honor not to impose such a Draconian sentence on this good person.”
The judge said, “Miss Borukhova, do you want to say anything before I sentence you?”
Borukhova made the briefest of statements: “I would just repeat myself again and again as I mentioned at the time when my husband was killed, I had nothing to do with this murder. I didn’t kill anybody. I have nothing to do with it. That’s all, Your Honor.”
Hanophy gave both defendants the maximum sentence of life in prison without parole:
Mr. Mallayev, you took the 20,000 pieces of silver to murder Dr. Malakov. You say you’re a religious man. There is a man in the New Testament that says: “What does it profit a man if he gain the wealth of the world and suffer the loss of his immortal soul.” Greed led you to this downfall and you are going to pay dearly.That the man in the New Testament does not figure in Mallayev’s religion was evidently of no concern to the judge, who was in his element as he delivered the homily. He then turned to Borukhova, and said:
Miss Borukhova, you set out on a journey of revenge because a judge had the temerity to give the custody of your daughter to your estranged husband. Another quote, Confucius this time, said: “A person who sets out on a path of revenge should first dig two graves.” Your husband lies in his natural grave and you are about to enter your 8x8 above-ground internment where you will spend the rest of your natural life.
On Saturday, May 10th, at 5:30 P.m., I rang the bell of Khaika Malakov’s house. When he came to the door, he was dressed in a white shirt and navy sweatpants and sandals, and looked as if he had forgotten the appointment we had made a few days earlier. But he motioned me toward a wicker chair in a corner of the front garden and then went back into the house. The garden was a small flagstone square, bordered by beds of plantings, on which a long white plastic table had been set. Khaika reappeared with a folded white cloth. I watched him remove a bunch of wilted mint cuttings from the table, hose it down, and tilt it so the water ran off. Then he partially unfolded the cloth and laid it across one end of the wet table. He motioned for me to pull up my chair and set my tape recorder on the cloth. He sat down opposite me, and, as we began to talk, Ezra Malakov arrived. He was dressed up (as he had not been on the stand), in a gray suit, blue shirt, white silk tie with a black scroll design, and a porkpie hat, which he took off, to reveal a pompadour of gray hair and a yarmulke. He seated himself at the table, and I asked Khaika to tell him that I had admired his recording. Ezra nodded and picked up the Bukharan newspaper he had brought. Khaika intermittently translated our conversation for him.
Ezra said something in Bukhori to Khaika, and Khaika said that Ezra was offering to write an account of Daniel’s life and marriage for me. He would send it and I could have it translated. I made a counter-proposal: why didn’t he speak his account into my tape recorder? Ezra agreed and this is what he said (in Alla Lupyan-Grafman’s translation):
“The trouble between Marina and Daniel started when the girl was born. They were both working and somebody had to raise the child. Daniel wanted to hire a babysitter, but Marina said, ‘No, my mother will raise the child.’ And Dani said, ‘But why, we have the money, we have the possibility, so why make Mom work, why make her suffer when we can hire a babysitter?’ But Marina said, ‘No, the baby gonna be only with my mother. I trust only my mother.’ And the mother had these stupid principles. She started fighting with Daniel: ‘Don’t do this. Don’t do that. Don’t give this. She’s not supposed to have that.’
“The baby got sick. She had pneumonia. Daniel took the child to the doctor. The doctor was a Bukharan. And the doctor looked at the child and she said the child should be given water. You shouldn’t give her milk. So Dani came back home and told his mother-in-law, ‘The girl is ill, don’t give her milk, just give her water.’ And that woman, Marina’s mother, said, ‘Bastard, do you know how to raise children? I raised five kids. I know how to raise them. How do you know what to do?’ Then Marina came home and saw there was a scandal between Daniel and Istat, and that night he was arrested.
“Then Dani couldn’t take any more and he applied for divorce, but she didn’t want to have a normal divorce on good terms. She didn’t want to be divorced. She wanted to stay in control like the sisters. The sisters don’t respect their husbands. The husbands for them are like dogs. The husbands are afraid of them. She wanted to keep him under her control and do whatever she wanted. So when Daniel applied for divorce they came up with new lies, and one of them was that he raped his daughter. He was tortured. He never told us what was going on in his family. He was very private about it. And he lost so much weight. He became a skeleton. He forgot about everything in the world. He was completely pushed to the wall.”
Toward the end of Ezra’s speech, a man, two women, and three little girls came into the garden. They were Joseph Malakov, the elder of Khaika’s surviving children; his wife, Nalia; their children Sharona and Julie; and Nalia’s sister-in-law Roza Younatanov and her daughter, Adina. The adults sat down at the table and the children flitted about the garden. Joseph is a squarely built, darkly handsome man in his early forties. He is a pharmacist. I found him the most sympathetic of the Malakovs. He is the most assimilated. His near-perfect English is colloquial and his manner is pleasant and natural. He began to talk about an obscure feeling of guilt that he had about Daniel’s death and then asked me not to record our conversation because it was the Sabbath.
Nalia, a slender, dark-haired woman of forty-one, talked about the murder without inhibition: “I saw her at the hospital and I attacked her. I knew a hundred per cent it was her. I said, ‘Stupid, stupid girl, what did you do? You’ll never see Michelle again.’ ” Nalia wore a long skirt, but looked like an American woman who has chosen to wear a long skirt, rather than like a Bukharan in her obligatory religious garb. As she talked, I became aware—as one becomes aware of the twittering of sparrows—of soft children’s voices. The little girls were hovering around my chair, and one of them, seven-year-old Sharona, was talking about another child. “She is so joyful,” she said. “She is always playing.” My half listening turned to full listening when I realized that she was talking about Michelle and wanted me to hear what she was saying. Michelle now lived with Gavriel Malakov and was often at Joseph’s house. I asked Sharona, “What do you mean, she is always playing?,” and the child explained that Michelle would go on with games long after the other children had tired of them. She was tireless. And “so joyful,” Sharona kept repeating. Sharona was a wiry, vivacious little kid, with dancing dark eyes. She was a messenger from the world of children who was trusting me—a stranger from a distant grownup world—to decode the message of her orphaned cousin’s “joy.”
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Anatomy of a Scandal seems believable, but it's not based on one real case. Instead, Vaughan drew from her various experiences as a reporter in the political realm and her experiences as a student at Oxford, where she saw younger women preyed on by older, powerful men as the basis for a fictionalized story.What is Anatomy of crime in criminology? ›
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Based on Sarah Vaughan's fictional novel of the same name, “Anatomy of a Scandal,” in six long episodes, follows a court case where a minister of the British Parliament, James Whitehouse, is accused of sexually assaulting his parliamentary researcher-cum-lover, Olivia Lytton.What movie was made in Big Bay Michigan? ›
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In the show's last scene, she gathers all the evidence she has against him in an envelope and gives it to Kate. As Kate takes it, Sophie says "Merry Christmas, Holly Berry," meaning she's realized that Kate is actually her old friend from college.
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Will there be Anatomy of Scandal Season 2? Unfortunately, no. And the answer lies in the format of the show and how it's been created. The show is a limited series, a new venture Netflix has been trying off lately, where it gives you shows with a limited number of episodes, and the story ends with them.How many seasons of Anatomy of a Murder are there? ›
Best known for creating and launching On the Case with Paula Zahn, the highly popular series is now celebrating its 21st season on Investigation Discovery and is close to a record 300 episodes.Who killed sherita? ›
Warren Dixon, 23, was arrested without incident Friday night for the murder of Sherita Williams. She was 16-years-old at the time of her death, according to police. Law enforcement officials took Dixon in after a murder warrant was filed Thursday.
Dated but compelling courtroom drama of rape-murder case set in the 1950s. Well-written but overlong; at 500 pages, the author could have trimmed the book down by about 100 pages to make the overall story tighter and more compact. Made into a classic film starring James Stewart as defense counsel.How long is Anatomy of a Murder movie? › What happens at the end of Anatomy of a Scandal? ›
To confirm her suspicions about Kate, Sophie reaches out to an old classmate named Allison. The former colleague accidentally reveals the truth. After becoming aware of it all, Sophie packs her bags and decides to get a divorce from James.What is the plot of Anatomy of a Scandal? ›
Based on Sarah Vaughan's fictional novel of the same name, “Anatomy of a Scandal,” in six long episodes, follows a court case where a minister of the British Parliament, James Whitehouse, is accused of sexually assaulting his parliamentary researcher-cum-lover, Olivia Lytton.How many episodes are in Anatomy of a Murder on Netflix? ›
All six episodes of Anatomy of a Scandal will be available to stream on Netflix on April 15, 2022.Does Anatomy of a Scandal have a Season 2? ›
Will there be Anatomy of Scandal Season 2? Unfortunately, no. And the answer lies in the format of the show and how it's been created. The show is a limited series, a new venture Netflix has been trying off lately, where it gives you shows with a limited number of episodes, and the story ends with them.Does Sophie find out Kate is Holly? ›
In the show's last scene, she gathers all the evidence she has against him in an envelope and gives it to Kate. As Kate takes it, Sophie says "Merry Christmas, Holly Berry," meaning she's realized that Kate is actually her old friend from college.Why did Holly change her name to Kate? ›
In the aftermath of her assault, a traumatized Holly leaves Oxford for the University of Liverpool, changes her appearance, her major, her accent and, eventually, her name. (“My middle name plus my ex-husband's surname,” she explains in the finale.) Hence, Kate Woodcroft was born.Who wins in Anatomy of a Scandal? ›
After a long and highly-publicised trial, James Whitehouse walked free, after being found not guilty of rape in court. The jury took only four hours to deliberate before returning a verdict, with them likely coming to their conclusion even sooner.Was James guilty in Anatomy of a Scandal? ›
Was James Whitehouse found guilty of raping Olivia Lytton? The jury ruled that James was not guilty of raping his junior colleague Olivia. She alleged that he was in a poisonous mood after learning that The Times had published a piece in which he was described as "arrogant".
May 3, 2022 | Rating: 7/10 | Full Review… The strength of Anatomy of a Scandal lies in its cast, who deliver scene-stealing performances, especially Sienna Miller and Naomi Scott. Its weak spot is its story, which isn't as nuanced as it could be.How many seasons of Anatomy of a Murder are there? ›
Best known for creating and launching On the Case with Paula Zahn, the highly popular series is now celebrating its 21st season on Investigation Discovery and is close to a record 300 episodes.Who killed sherita? ›
Warren Dixon, 23, was arrested without incident Friday night for the murder of Sherita Williams. She was 16-years-old at the time of her death, according to police. Law enforcement officials took Dixon in after a murder warrant was filed Thursday.How long is Anatomy of a Murder movie? › Is there a series 2 of Anatomy of a Scandal on Netflix? ›
'Anatomy of a Scandal' has not been renewed yet
If it's renewed, the second season may have similar themes The first season of "Anatomy of a Scandal" was based on Sarah Vaughan's novel of the same name.
Anatomy of a Scandal is generally faithful to the original novel, though when it comes to the Anatomy of a Scandal ending, there are a few twists and turns that fans of Sarah Vaughan's book might not have been anticipating.How many episodes is Anatomy of a Scandal? ›