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Phil Spector interview.

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Good. Here we go.

There. Yeah.

What is this?

He's wearing a button
that says "back to mono."

"Back to mono."

Yeah. All right.

"The wall of sound."

All it is is, it's reverb.

You cook it down.

You mix it down time and again.

Oh, that reverb--what
it is is, it's mud. It's--

Good morning, Maggie.
Hello.

Excuse me. Could I have
a glass of water, please?

Of course.

Thank you.

He has us in there--

40 musicians,
20 hours a day,

working on one note--
one note...

until it's perfect.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Not at all.
Not at all.

Excuse me.
Here you are.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

Wasn't much of
a singer, but..

OK.

Linda!

Where's she staying?
Someone!

Get her bags
to the hotel!

Get her installed.
whatever she needs!

New York's on the phone.

About what?

Your television show.

Television show--
it can wait.

The gun, the blood spatter,

that whole wall.

Lana Clarkson, suicide threats,
depression--James,

you know what I'm
looking for.

Did they feed you
on the plane?

What do you think
I am--crazy?

Get her something
to eat.

I don't need anything to eat.
I need a doctor.

Nick Stavros,
RPI--

Linda Kenney Baden.

Hi. I won't touch you.
I'm very sick.

I need the case laws
on televised,

federal and California.

Grounds for exception,
grounds for appeal.

At least we can
slow them down.

Linda!

Could you get me
a cup of tea, please?

Here's the part
never cut in.

Raw footage.

Phil Spector interview.

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That was fantastic.

Some wonderful
material.

I'm so grateful to you.

Oh, thank you.

Excellent.

Who is the girl
in the picture?

I don't know her name.

Phil didn't, either.

Phil--he can attract a girl?

Why not?
He can attract a girl.

He can get her
to his house.

Afterwards,
he's on his track.

How can he
keep her there?

You tell me.

With a gun.

He thinks he has to
have a gun..

I think we've covered just
about everything.

Ah.

Some questions at...

OK. All right, all right.

Linda, please.

Come on. We've got 3 days'
worth to do in half an hour.

..how far this goes back.

To the desert.

to the moors...

Thank you for coming.

You said that.

"Telegraph," London,
fax to Phil.

Day of the shooting.

"Lost genius of
rock 'n' roll".

Yeah, I know
about the article.

What you don't know--
read the article--

he's been cold sober
for 10 years.

Cold sober. That night,
House of Blues

and Lana Clarkson.

Uh-huh.

Article
sets him off.

Hmm. That's a shame.

It sets him off.

Yes, but how does that
help your case?

My case, in court
tomorrow, all right?

How does it help your case that
he's nuts and he's drunk?

He still put the gun
in the girl's mouth.

We've got
right there...

Yeah, I read that.

Maggie, play her
the fucking audiotape,

First officers?

I read it.

I want you to hear it.

Phil and the first officers.

Let's go.
Uh.

This piece of shit!

I don't know what
the fucking problem was,

but she certainly
had no right

to come to my fucking castle
and blow her fucking head open!

I don't see the case.

No? He's drunk.
He's enraged.

He mouths off to the cops.
Why is he enraged?

You heard it.

Is that a man who
just shot somebody?

That's hearsay. They'll
never allow it into court.

"The People vs. Cruz".

James?

"The People vs. Lou."

He put the gun
in the girl's mouth...

No.

He pulled the trigger.

Where's the blood?
Where's the massive blood spatter?

I don't know where the
massive blood spatter is.

This is my vacation in Venice--

first-class tickets,
5-star hotel.

You know, we have a meeting
with him tonight.

Not me.

You're here.
Why are you here?

I do it for a living.

I'm listening.

62 grand worth
of a vacation.

My hourly rate, out of the office,
door to door,

24 hours a day.

30 grand on top,
and I'll give you 3 days,

if that's any use to you.

Thank you.

So is that
any use to you?

You give me
your assessment.

And you put back
my vacation

and you pay for it.

Stop negotiating.

And I need a shot.

Will you find me a doctor?

James!

James, drive her
to the hotel.

A doctor when she
gets there.

You walk her
to the room.

Other side have
those outtakes?

Not yet.

They're filing to admit the
testimony of 5 women...

Yeah, I read the
Grand Jury testimony.

This is gonna
be your office.

Oh, 5 women.
Count them.

5 women on oath before
the Grand Jury.

"He pulled a gun on me.
He wanted sex."

Cold sober for 10 years,
and now he's just getting--

Well, so what, Bruce? You ever
hear the phrase "To hell with it?"

You've got a gun nut.

He goes around waving
loaded guns.

You've got 5 women
come out of the woodwork--

"He did the same
thing to me."

You've got the chauffeur.

The chauffeur
is on record--

"My boss came out: I think I just
killed somebody."

Well, exclude
the woman.

How? On EWOL?

You bet.

No, I say the judge
allows it under Caitlyn.

In which case
it's reversible.

I'm doing a TV show.

Really? About the case?

No, independent of
the case.

Oh, great.

Now, the chauffeur.

Bruce, Bruce, Bruce,
he shot the girl.

He shot the girl, all right?

He's a freak.

Those are the public
who don't hate him.

He's a genius.

He transformed the entire
music industry.

What's that--what's that
kid's name--James?

James. James?

I'm Linda Kenney
Baden.

Could you tell me
what this is?

I'll give you a dollar
if you can tell me.

Is it something
to do with music?

Why would you say that?

Because the case
has to do with music.

No, no, no.

The case has nothing
to do with music.

No. This is an insert that allows
a 45 RPM record to be played

on an LP phonograph, OK?
Now...

OK.

What is this?

Something to do with
an early computer.

Mmm.

Put it on your key chain.

It's a piece of the past.

Mmm.

This kid doesn't know
what a phonograph is,

a 45, a--a transistor radio.

Nobody on the jury is gonna know
anything except your guy's

a murderer and a freak.

The girl killed herself.

Well, maybe, but I don't
want to take that case.

There...

I don't like that case.

There is no evidence.

There's no blood
spatter on his cuff.

Well, you've got-- as to the blood
spatter--

There is no blood spatter
on the back wall. Why?

Why?

Linda, the bullet
lodged in the skull.

The skull was intact.

All the blood in the brain matter
had to come

out of the mouth
toward him.

Exact model of
the coat he wore.

Exact model.

Blood spatter?

You find it. Go ahead.

It's more than a pinpoint, Bruce.
I read the report.

It's more than one, and--

And it is inconsistent with
anything but a defensive--

Bruce...

a defensive movement. and the angle
of the shot is inconsistent.

The only way he walks--

I think he's not guilty.

Of course you do. The only way, however,
that he walks is what?

She shot herself.

That's right. Why?

She was depressed.

We have a history
of e-mails, comments...

They let O.J. go.
They let Michael Jackson go.

They are not gonna
let him go.

They will be trying him for
the murder of O.J.'s wife,

and they will find him guilty.

Put on the tape.

The girl was crazy, Linda.

She made this tape to promote
herself as an actress.

Go ahead.

Dead Broke Tower,
the one and only...

I need some groceries
at the hotel, please.

Little Richard.

Richard, which
do you prefer?

"Little" or "Richard"?

Folks just call me
whatever it is that

jumps in their head
at that moment,

then come out with it.

There was this one man at
a club I was playing

down in Memphis,
my house at one time.

And I'd like to
thank you, Dizzy,

for having me on the show.

Well, Dizzy, follow me?

Yes, Richard,
I do.

Your car is here.

Well, its...
Thanks.

Dilly.
"Richard" or "Little,"

whichever you prefer.

Tell us, Las Vegas,
what we...

The girl, Bruce--you show that
in the courtroom,

what do you get?

You get sympathy.

Your only realpolitik,

your only shot is
to attack the girl,

and that's a loser because the
jury turns away from you

like that.

OK.

I got a guy...
sure looks guilty.

You tell me,
what do I do?

Sex symbol...

He changed the tune
as he came to me.

He's entitled to a defense.

What would you tell
your students?

Would you say, "Don't take the case
if it offends

your sensibilities,"

or is he presumed innocent?

Because you're screwed up,

because you read the same gossip
everybody else did,

so you think he's guilty.

All right, they
think he's guilty.

What are you going
to do about it?

I won't attack the girl.

Oh, yeah. Gonna happen.
Hallelujah!

Hallelujah.
Yeah.

Linda!

Linda!

I can't try the case I wish I had,
the defendant I wish I had,

and I inherited the jury.

In a locked room,
he shot the girl.

What can I do
to defend him?

He's got cancer,
Linda.

You don't go
to a dermatologist.

You got cancer,
you come to me.

Now, what is my case?

Bruce, New York's
on the phone.

It's urgent.

I won't attack the girl.

Then you tell me.

The doctor will meet us
at the hotel.

Thank you.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

The guns were about the girls.

This guy, his feet
size is zero.

I mean, he couldn't
get laid in a whorehouse

with a money machine.

Now--now
he's the starmaker.

He's fucking the Ronettes,
Darlene Love, Cher...

Who the fuck knows who he's
fucking--Angela Lansbury.

I don't know.

Now look. His power
is starting to wane.

Do you think he's
gonna give that up?

He's following
Ronnie around.

She goes for a cup
of coffee,

he's got 3 private
detectives on her trail.

Mm-hmm.

The whole thing was about,
"How do I keep these broads?"

But he didn't want to keep them.

That's true.

Why?

Ha.

He didn't know
what love was.

He knew what pussy was,

and that's as close
as he came.

What's your favorite of all
the things

that you mixed
in those days?

Well, I mean, "River Deep,

Mountain High."

Yes.

That was the anthem.

Fantastic. Yeah.

Probably one of the greatest
recordings ever made.

At least, that's
what Phil would say.

Yeah. So I suppose you
guys were editing

everything
with a razor?

Well, it was the old days.

You know, you got to clip
everything, and it was mono,

so you know.

Quarter-inch tape?

Quarter-inch tape,
reel to reel,

8 track, live sound.

It was more realistic to be live
than there was mono.

I've always wanted to know...

what's the difference
between rich...

His father.

He says his father shot himself
when he was 5,

but Philip was 5
in 1944.

He didn't shoot himself
when he was 5.

He killed himself
when Phil was 10--1949.

How? With a gun?

Uh-uh.

Took the gas pipe,
went into the garage,

turned the car on.

Mmm.

You ever meet him?

No, ma'am.

I'm Linda. Please.

Here we go.

Mr. Spector prefers you to walk.

Just the woman.
Just the woman.

It's OK.

# Anybody here seen my old friend
Abraham #

# And can you tell me
where he's gone? #

"Abraham, Martin,
and John," 1968,

and then they threw in Bobby--
Bobby Kennedy.

Now, we know Lincoln
freed the slaves,

Dr. King fought for
equality, John...

screw the Nazi spy
and anything else

that would hold still
for 10 minutes.

What the hell did Bobby do?

He fucked with the Teamsters.

Get over here.

Now, if you look at the dates,
"Abraham, Martin, and John"

was recorded June 2, 1968.

That's 3 days before
they shot Bobby.

They went back,
chucked him in as garnish.

Traiga bebidas a la sala
de música, por favor!

Sí, señor.

Here.

Now, Teddy--Teddy
Kennedy drowns a girl

on Martha's Vineyard.

Walks away from
the scene of the crime--

hid under a blanket
72 hours...

a teenage girl who he
had befriended...

Drowns her in a
Volkswagen--300 million

Americans, nobody says
"Boo."

And P.S.--Teddy Kennedy, what
in the world

had he ever accomplished?

His family tossed
him the bone.

"Oh, you can't get
your masseuse license?

"Here, sit in the Senate
40 years.

Have fun."

A girl shoots herself
in my house,

and that is the legacy my
children will live with.

Come on in.

If I go in there, will you keep me
there by force?

Here we go.

So where's Bruce?

Bruce had to go back
to New York.

Ah...
Ooh.

He went back to New York.

God, you keep it
cold in here.

No, I need it cold.

You know why I like
Bruce?

Why?

He got John Gotti off.

Stone killer,
Mafia chief,

Bruce walked him out of court,
guilty as Errol Flynn.

Oh, you are cold.

Mmm.

Come on.
We'll warm you up.

Here. Here you go.

You know,

I always wanted to get
out of all of this.

You know?

Lawrence de Arabia-- he got out.

You know?

I wanted to be an interpreter in
the United Nations.

People scoffed
at that, but...

it's a matter of record.

I always spoke Spanish.

You'll find it in my love
of the Latino beat,

in my songs.

After the Beatles,
there was still a lot to do.

I didn't want to do it.

Just didn't want to do it.

You didn't want to
do it? Why?

I'd done it.

What more was there left
for me to do?

What?

The girls, the money,
the fame. No.

You know,

I thought I'd move to Belize.

Is that a fantasy?

Everything I've done in my
life has been a fantasy.

I made it happen.

I couldn't keep you
here by force

because they took all my guns.

You know, it never escaped
me that people thought,

or were taught to think,
that I was a clown

or freak of some sort

and that my accomplishments were
somehow not to be admired.

But in their breadth of number,
the sign of a freak.

But I understand.

It's called "envy."

I believe it's even
mentioned in the Bible.

Extraordinary
accomplishments, Linda,

transforms the grateful
into an audience

and the envious, Linda,
into a mob.

You watch.

See if I'm not right.

It stems from a feeling
of inadequacy

which is a lack of courage.

Yeah, I understand.

I had it, too, but I dealt with it
by doing something.

You know?

What was I to do?

Did I tear anybody down?

No.

They were no threat to me.

I was too busy.

It's pretty, eh?

Hmm.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Why do you have
so many guns?

I might need one.

Why would you need
more than one?

I don't know.

How many pairs of
shoes do you have?

Mmm.

How many feet?

But they're gone.

And I'm not going to shoot you,
so why don't we sit down?

Mmm. Thank you.

So how do you feel about guns?

How do you feel
about them?

I can take them
or leave them.

Yeah, but if you leave them and
somebody pulls one on you,

well, there you are--

Anybody ever pull
a gun on you?

You think I shot
the girl, Linda?

Hmm.

You're smart.

High praise, indeed.

You think I shot the girl?

Your chauffer
is on record.

"My boss came out. I think I just
killed somebody."

Tomorrow's "Times,"

today's "Times,"
you're quoted

as denouncing "the
Hitler-like D.A.

and his storm
trooper henchmen."

Do you let people
screw with you?

That's the white piano. That's
where John wrote "Imagine."

Lenny, Lenny Bruce,
he would sit here at the end,

talking about the fourth
amendment.

That's how nuts
they had him at the end.

Shooting smack, talking about the
commerce clause.

Wisest man
I ever met.

There's John, John Lennon,
clubbed up with his wife at

the Dakota, prior to which he was living
in 2 1/2 rooms in the East Village,

head shaved, hadn't bathed in
a year and a half.

This genius.

What's this?

Thank you, Vernon.

Do we know him?

As your attorney,
I must counsel you not,

whatever the provocation, not
to talk to anyone.

They're indicting me
for murder.

All right, sorry.

"You--You Lost That
Loving Feeling".

What was it?

Are you kidding me?

What was it?

It was--it was the
greatest song ever released.

I sold over 2.5
million copies.

You say the Jews invented
the music business.

The Jews didn't invent
the music business.

I invented the music business.

7th Avenue, New York,
there's a statue,

a little old
Jewish guy, yarmulke,

bent over a sewing machine.

He's that guy who invented
ready to wear.

I invented the music business.

Where's the statue of me?

Where's the
Presidential Medal?

Sidney Poitier broke
the color barrier?

Are you kidding me?

He was playing Superman.

You want to know
who he was?

He was an uptight frightened
white guy's version

of a black man.

I put the Ronettes
in their home.

I put black America
in the white home.

The first time you got
felt up, the first time

you got somebody's
hand on you--guess what.

You were listening
to one of my songs.

Did you kill that girl?

I thought attorneys
never ask that question.

I'm the Christmas help.
I'm going home.

Ah.

"I think I just
killed somebody."

My chauffeur at the time
barely spoke English.

I came out, having
seen what I saw,

and I said, "I think
I should call somebody."

Is that true, Philip?

That's what my mother
used to call me.

Did you shoot her?

Lana Clarkson?

Listen. Listen.

Come.

Let me tell you about
Lana Clarkson.

All her life,
all she wanted

was this thing.

It was a drug. She thought it was
called "fame,"

and to put here in here, in Hollywood,
with this drug all around,

why don't you put a diabetic in
a chocolate shop?

Why don't you hire
a recovering coke-head

to work in a meth lab?

Did Hollywood kill Marilyn?

She killed herself with help from
an unfulfillable longing.

Or maybe she just got drunk
and lost count of the pills.

Did you ever do that?

Lana Clarkson, at her death,
had more prescription

pharmaceuticals in her
than Walgreen's.

No, no.

The toxicology screens
showed she had only--

Bullshit. Bullshit!

I looked in her eyes!

She had the equivalent of two
Vicodin and some antihistamine.

Come on, the prosecution--

do you think I don't know a hophead
when I see one?

.14.

All right, that's it.

She was gone.

Please.

Please.

I can't go on
about that stuff.

I'm done.

Gonna wear that
cross tomorrow?

It's a Mayan artifact.

I have a question, Linda.

If Jesus was so big,
why did they kill him?

Because he was
the son of God.

No!

Because he was still
the son of God.

"Still" is not news.

Somebody is "still"
the greatest beauty, actor,

record producer--
you can't put that in the paper.

What is news, then?

News is that he likes
little boys,

that he's a thief,
that he cheats on his wife.

Or in the absence of any fault,
that he's just

too goddamn big
for his fucking britches,

which is why they killed Christ.

See this here?

"You Lost That Loving
Feeling", this was--

this was the best
song ever released.

They told me it was too long.

Came in at 4 minutes
and 5 seconds.

Nobody could release
a cut over 2 1/2 minutes.

So, what did I do?

I redid the labels.

"Running time 2 minutes,
48 seconds."

I didn't change the length.
I changed the label.

They played it.
It made everybody rich.

It's not, Linda, that you have to go
against the tide.

Some people--some people,
that's all they can do.

You understand?

Our friend Lawrence--
5'4", S&M freak.

Greatest general
that ever lived.

End of his life, he retired,

Took on a false name,
enlisted as a private.

What did he want?

Money, fame?

They made him sick.

What he wanted was what
he had in the desert.

What he wanted was privacy,
you understand?

They say I'm standoffish.

I'm not standoffish.

I'm inaccessible.

Always have been.

Is it--is it that
I don't like people?

I don't know.

I never spend
any time with them.

Ah. OK.

Ah, special for you.

Thank you.

Here.

I can't even
do this for you.

My hands are shaking.

I'm taking these drugs,
neuroleptic drugs.

And a side effect is,
it mimics MS.

so I can't play anymore.

I don't see how they thought
I could have held a gun.

Number 42 on the
"Rolling Stones" list

of the 500 greatest
songs of all time,

"Be My Baby," 1963,
by Phil Spector.

Spector is arraigned today in
Los Angeles Superior Court

for the murder of
the actress...

Cut it off, will you?

Bruce is in the car with Phil?

That's right.

It says he said,
"We should call somebody."

Yeah, well, that's what
he told me he said.

How do you get that
into the record?

You break the chauffeur or
you put him on the stand.

Spector?
Mm-hmm.

How can you do that?

You can't.

I thought you
were going home.

It's the only hard
evidence they have.

Everything else can be
argued both sides.

He's a freak.

They're gonna convict him of,
"I just don't like you."

Well, you break the
chauffeur on the stand.

What?

As a cop, I'd say DA's got
the chauffeur jammed up.

On illegal immigration?

No, you're not using
enough gun.

My money, they told
this guy, look.

Here's a video of you
helping a woman.

Oh, look.
She don't walk too well.

Has she been drugged?

Oh, and here you are helping
her to go into the house

of this man who was paying you,
from which house

she emerged dead.

Guess what.

You're an accessory
to murder.

They've got your guy jammed up
tighter than Kelsey's nuts.

Well, then he's gonna
need a good lawyer.

Back, back.
Step aside.

Stay back.

Phil.

Giovanetta Ricci
of Teleitalia.

Phil, I'd like to be inside your
mind for just 5 minutes.

You wouldn't like it.

Phil!

Mr. Jackson.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Good morning, everybody.

We spent a lot of time
over the last few days

talking about what you've
read about the case,

what you've heard
about the case,

what you know, what you think you
know about the case.

This is my opportunity to talk
with you for a few minutes

about what we expect the evidence
to show, the actual facts

in the case, to show.

And that evidence,
ladies and gentlemen,

is going to paint
a very, very clear picture.

the picture of a man,
Philip Spector,

who, when he's confronted
with the right circumstances,

when he's confronted
with the right situation,

turns sinister and deadly.

You all right?
Yeah.

The evidence is going to
paint a picture of a man

who on February 3, 2003,
put a loaded pistol in Lana Clarkson's mouth

inside her mouth,
and shot her to death.

This is what
the evidence will show.

But to understand more
fully, more globally, why

Philip Spector would have done
what he did, how Lana Clarkson

fell victim to this man, you're going
to be introduced to evidence

of the defendant's very
rich history of violence,

a history of violence
against women,

a history of violence
involving guns.

Ladies and gentlemen, in other words,
through the presentation

of the evidence in this case,
you're going to be introduced

to the real Philip Spector.

On February 3, 2003,
at about 5:00 in the morning,

a single gunshot cracked the silence
of the normally very quiet

community of
Alhambra, California.

Hey, Phil!

Hey, Phil!

Back to mono!

Back to mono, Phil!

Back to mono!

Back to mono, Phil!

Back to mono.

Thank you for
saying that.

You're welcome,
and that's blood!

That's Lana
Clarkson's blood!

That's Lana Clarkson's blood,

you fucking murderer!

You freak!

Fucking murderer!

That's her blood!

And so therefore, what?

It comes down to whether
she shot herself

or he shot her.

But--

Wasn't nobody else in
the room.

What if it were impossible
that he shot her?

The we're back to, why did she
kill herself?

And he had pulled guns
on women in the past.

He ain't putting that
toothpaste

back in the tube.

That information
is in the air.

It's not going back.

And you've got the--
we've seen all the--

we've seen--you got,
um--can you play that video?

Of course.

He locked the door and he held
me there at gunpoint.

He said, "If you leave,
I'll blow your head off."

I was standing there in the lobby,
in the door.

I turned around, and there was a gun
pointing at me.

I said, "Stop that."

This is going nowhere.

Why is it going nowhere?

Because the only way to walk
our guy out of the court--

because the only question
those folks want to know is,

if she pulled the trigger,
you had better tell me

why she did beyond all doubt,
because I do not like your guy.

Those people in there, all their
lives have got the short end

from the more powerful.

There's nothing
redeeming in our guy.

Given the choice, they're gonna go
for payback time.

On what evidence?

You don't have to convince me.

You have to convince them.

I thought you were
going back to New York.

I'm staying on
for the hotel food.

Get on board
because our case is

she's a suicidal pillhead,
and we have letters

and we have e-mails, and we...

I turned around, and there was a gun
pointing at me.

I said, "Stop that."

I said, "Put it down."

"Stop. Just--

Stop.

He was screaming,
"You're not going.

"I'm not unlocking the door.

"I'll blow you away.

I'll shoot you."

Now--now how many of you
think he's guilty?

What if, with all the facts that
seem to be against him...

The girl fucking
shot herself.

What if we have testimony

that he'd said in public-- that
Phil Spector had said in public

to Lana Clarkson...

You're on record as saying

you're never happy unless
you're unhappy.

Yeah.

So does that make me
so unusual?

Mr. Spector?

How many millions of people..

That's good, and
how many millions--

Freud was, God bless him,

essentially a confidence man.

He didn't invent a cure.
He invented a disease.

-Phil!
-Yeah?

Where do you want it from?

Take it from measure 14.

Freud said there was no
cure but that perhaps

he could transform
unbearable unhappiness

into simple human misery.

Jack Daniels can do that.

Phil, where do you want it from?

Oh, man.

A job can do that.

Please, guys!

What are you guys doing, man?

Hey, malingerers,
what do you want?

You want one of them lounge chairs,
floats in your pool?

When did this come in?

A little...

We just got that.

Are you cold?

Listen, you want to rest,
go ahead.

Rest until you feel like
picking it up

at measure 14.

I don't care.

Let me know.

You know, Freud--

Freud?

What's Freud gonna do?

What is he gonna do--
change the past?

Tell the fucking client
to indulge his feelings?

I--you know what
I say? No.

If he's got the courage,
let the guy go out

and make something
of his life.

It can be done, you know?

Phil, where do you want it from?

Yeah? Yeah. Oh, Barry,
what do you want?

You want it from measure 14?

No, you know what I want?

I want you motherfuckers--
I'm coming.

Hold on a minute,
all right?

Here you go. Hey.

We'll be with you
in a minute. Don't worry.

Don't be stupid--

OK, motherfuckers.

I told you you should
finish college, huh?

Join the Marines, anything
rather than throw yourself

on my...

Phil, OK--

boundless mercy.

Right?

Take you in from the cold--
and you know I did.

You should consider it a mercy
I killed a lot of you,

save you the shame,
Walter, of ruining

this simple fucking song.

Oh! What--

Oh, my goodness.

Send out for Chinese.

We're gonna be here a while.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
See that?

Lesson learned.

OK, pretty.
We're ready for you. Mwah.

Oh, you moved.

Where were you?

Ha.

Let me see.
Oh, yeah.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Let him go out and
do something with his life.

Phil, what do you want?

Uh, play till the lemon
chicken comes.

You're sick?

End of a case,
if you're not sick,

you're not working
hard enough.

It's not the end
of the case.

You're killing yourself.

Oh, what? I wish I could
say the same for you.

I was in New York.

My caseload
is not lim--

I have clients I left
in New York, all right?

Hmm.

What is it you love this guy,

all of a sudden you're
working yourself to death?

He's our client!

Oh, that's right.
You told me.

He covered you
with a blanket.

-Here you go.
-You're a cheap date.

Oh, fuck you, Bruce.

You've got a case that should
have been thrown out.

The cops and the DA are trying
him on the O.J. case.

The prosecution has nothing.

Except everyone's
conviction that he's guilty.

We've got ballistic evidence.

They trot up their experts;
we trot up ours.

At the end of the day
the jury finds him guilty,

and we have wasted
their time--

unless we indict the girl.

Is he guilty?

Not beyond a reasonable doubt,
but why don't you just show the yokels

your two-toned shirts, your cufflinks,
fix your tie,

and say the law protects
all equally?

Is that untrue?

It's true if you win.

Not true for freaks.

But for him, off he goes.

Is that what this
is about--freaks?

Very good, Bruce.

That's right.
That's right.

It's all about me.
It's about me.

You know, the poor geek,
the bookworm--

she gets judged
in the schoolyard,

doesn't get a fair trial,
except our guy does,

and the facts do not
support a conviction.

I don't give a shit who he is.

I don't give a shit
what he's done before.

OK.

Marvin Gaye--his father
shot him, right?

Sam Cooke...in bed with some girl,
husband comes home,

bam, bam, bam!

End of story.

Who gives a shit?

Lana Clarkson shot herself.
I was there.

Now they're treating me worse than
they treated Mark David Chapman.

His name plate reads
"What a shame,"

and he shot John Lennon.

And I, who happened
to be in the same room

when this girl shot herself,

I am a monster the likes
of which never saw

the light of day.

You--you want to explain
that to me?

So, what is it, then?

What are we talking
about here?

Hatred.

What do they hate about me?

I'm alive.

You know the saying
"The good die young," right?

Why?

Because the file is closed.

I understand. Have you said that--

This is the story.

The girl exceeded
her shelf life.

She's in L.A. She's down on her luck.
She is broke.

Spector didn't help her?

That's not his job.

You're thinking of Christ.
He's not Christ.

He's a guy.
He wanted affirmation.

He wanted sex.

68-year-old guy.
It's the same thing.

What is he--
pussy-crazed?

OK, she's working
in some bar.

A guy comes in.
She brushes him off.

The boss says,
"Do you know who that is?"

So, what we have
is a car crash.

She's lonely.

What is she
supposed to do?

Hire the Goodyear blimp?

"Please help me.
I'm lonely"?

Wait, wait, wait,
wait.

What, are you
arguing my case?

Why would I kill that girl?

You were drunk.

I was drunk.

I was drunk half my life.

These women.

Who are these women?

These women come out and say
I pulled a gun on them.

Where were they at the time
of the supposed offense?

No. They came out
of the woodwork years later.

They came out
at the time.

No. Bullshit.

They--no. They didn't even
press their case. Come on!

They came out when it was in
their interest to come out--

they came out when there was
something in it for them.

What was in it?
Publicity.

What did Lana Clarkson want?

Publicity.

What do they all want?

People--people think
it's contagious--

you can get it by hanging
around someone

who's got it.

I don't know this, and that idiot whom
I would have helped--

why not?

came in here and ruined my life
by sticking a gun

in her mouth.

For--for what?

For what?

For what is this retribution?

For what am I being punished?

For being the most
successful music producer

in the history of the world.

And if you think
that's bullshit,

then you're not as smart
as I know you are.

I am--I am so sorry
that that girl,

that her life
was full of suffering.

I'm sorry she died.

I didn't do it.

The State says
the gun was in her mouth.

If he were 10 feet away,
could he have done it?

The prosecution says you didn't
go to her, you didn't touch her.

Bruce.

He throws up his hands
to avoid the paint.

His coat has one spot of paint on it,
10 feet away.

This is an exact copy if
the coat Mr. Spector wore

on the night of the shooting,
with a replica

of the blood spatter--
4 spots and 2 pinpricks--

of blood on the coat.

You're free to examine it
if you wish.

Here is what happens
to somebody standing

within arm's length
of such an explosion.

When the shot comes
from inside the mouth,

the brain explodes.

When the skull is intact,
as here, the brain matter

the blood, is ejected through
the nose and the mouth.

It seems to me Mr. Spector had
to have been standing a minimum

of 10 feet from the event for
him to have avoided being

painted--painted with brain
matter and blood.

What do you think?

Ronnie Spector interview.

I believe--I believe
that Phil at one time

was very much like you or me,
and at the start--at the start

of his career he was
talented and devoted

a very serious musician.

But as the press began to write
about him as a great, an icon,

or a genius, he began, yes,
to be affected by it

and it affected him horribly,
like a drug,

for it confused him.

He was tormented--not by
the adulation, no, but by

the question--is it true,
or is it deserved,

and what would the answer
for that be?

There is no answer.

Thank you.

Thank you very much,
Mrs. Spector.

Uh, this interview was recorded
at Everclear Studios...

Irene, can you get me the 911 tape--
you know, the chauffer?

Mm-hmm.

Put it in the room for me,
let me listen to it?

Thanks.

What are you reporting?

Mm-hmm.

My name is Adriano,
and I'm Phil Spector's driver.

I think my boss
just killed somebody.

You think your boss
killed somebody?

Yes.

Why do you think
he killed somebody?

Because he...

What's the speech
pathologist, the Brazilian,

you know, the interpreter?

Uh...

Have you got his number?
Yeah.

Here, let me show you.

It's this guy,
this guy here.

Would you get me
a meeting with him?

Sure.

Oh, yeah, sure.
Just give me a second.

Of course.

Just got it...
5 PM.

It was nice meeting you.

You, too. Yes.

What did they have you
doing in there?

You're with the defense team?

I work in the office.

We were just watching
these cartoons

about what the blood
would do and so on.

You mean like movies?

Yeah.

And what do you think?

You could show me
"Dumbo."

Hey, what does that prove?

Anyone can make
cartoons.

Thursday, May 7, 2009.

Retired LAPD officer
Joseph Smith.

Colt detective special.

In attendance, retired federal
officer Michael Brown

with Ms. Linda Kenney Baden.

One round.

38 plus "P."

Hollow point, 110 grain.

OK.

Clear the range.

Then they say, Dr. Spitz, your various
credentials...

We should add my publication.

Oh, yeah. We will
add your publication.

35 years in forensics.

Exactly.

Now, in your career
you have investigated...

Over 10,000 instances
of gunshot wounds.

Fatal.

Yes, gunshot wounds
to the head.

Good. And then they show you
the diagram,

and they say, have you ever...

in 35 years, that wound,
the angle of that wound

is absolutely
inconsistent with any

but a self-inflicted wound.

I'd put it simpler.

I don't understand.

I would say, "I've only ever seen
that as a self-inflicted wound."

That's right.

In 95%, that is a self-inflic--

No. Dr. Spitz, you
cannot say 95%.

I beg your pardon.

I was just using that
as a figure of speech. 90--

Shh, shh.

Good, but you know, to the
prosecution, you say 95%,

on cross-examination you've just
admitted that there's a 5% chance

that it is not
a self-inflicted wound.

Is there a 5% chance that
somebody else shot her?

There is no chance.

Then do not say 95%.

That was just
a figure of speech.

Sure, Dr. Spitz, but you've
seen 10,000 case, right?

5% of which, the prosecution
will point out,

is 500 cases in which that is not a
self-inflicted wound.

It is a self-
inflicted wound.

The we require you
to so testify.

Now, Dr. Spitz, we're gonna take
a look at the bullet itself.

Yes.

That's good if they let you use it.

What?

Oh, the tape?

Mm-hmm.

No, no. I'm not planning on
using the tape.

No. Listen, it is impossible

that Philip took that shot.

If he had, his coat,
his hair, his everything

would have been
covered in blood.

We've got to break that thought
into the jury's mind--

he could not have done it.

So you don't show them the tape?

No. No. I'm gonna build it.

Uh-huh.

I'm gonna build a bulletproof
Plexiglas chamber

and put it in the courtroom.

I'm gonna put the wound
dummy in the chair

and a ballistics tech in a lab coat
and have him pull the trigger.

When they see the booth and the coat,
everything covered in blood,

the jury sees that, we just broke
their thought processes.

We won the case.

The judge will never allow that.

"Culpepper v. Volkswagen."

I've got a hearing
tomorrow at noon.

She shot herself.

You bet she did.

Why?

Not our problem anymore.

It's been decided
it's inadmissible.

What does that mean?

It means you can't legally
base a demonstration

on a theory.

You know what? Why don't they
get a carpenter in there?

Get a carpenter in there,
build me a coffin,

have the judge nail me in.

Philip.

Get it over with.

Philip, the California law--

They see that demonstration,

I walk out of there free.

It's been decided the
judge will--and can legally

disallow it.

Therefore, to make a request
doomed to failure is--

Why would I kill that girl?

Why?

Because she wouldn't what?

She wouldn't what?

She would have done
anything I asked.

That's why she came here.

No. So forget why.

How?

What did I do?
What did I say?

"Here.

"You hold the gun and
you put it in your mouth.

I'll pull the trigger."

Why?

Because I want to prove my power.

My power was she got in the car.

That was my power.

Some wretched, stunted
Jewish kid, a poor kid,

who could have, over the years,
any fucking woman I wanted--

oh, I'm gonna throw my
life away for her.

Why not?

She was a cocktail waitress.

In the old days, the cops,
they showed up,

she shot herself, they
throw her in jail

for fucking up my evening,

dead as she was.

I want you to put me
on the stand.

One-way ticket to the gallows.

I want to tell
what happened.

What happened?

You got 12 seconds?

I was drunk. She was screwed up
out of her mind.

I took her home.

She asked me--
she asked me

did I have any guns
around the house?

I said, "Why?" She said,
"I find it exciting."

Many women do.

So I showed her the guns,

I went in the other
room, I came back.

She's got a gun in her
hand, and she's smiling

provocatively, right?

She takes the stupid gun,
puts it in her mouth.

I scream, "No!"

The gun goes off.

It's interesting.

What?

The various looks,

the wigs.

A lot of people think they're wigs.

That's called prejudice.

Brindon, where are they?

They have gone.

We must tell Torvald.

He was with them.

No.

Shall I alert Princess Isa?

No. Better to take
a dagger through the heart,

for the news would kill her.

Brindon...

95%. Unbelievable.

My boss came out of
the house and said,

"I think I just
killed somebody."

"I think I should call somebody"?

You want to know the case?

Our guy used to be a big shot.
Now he's nobody.

The girl--she's living the dream.

Should have died
10 years ago

when she could marry money.

Too late now--she's
every woman's nightmare.

She goes home with a fella.
She ends up dead.

Let your guy go?
Why?

What was he doing
there with her?

That's not what he's
being tried for.

Really?

What time does Bruce get in?

1:05.

What if it were an accident?

Ah.

Thank you for coming today.

Thank you.

How are you?
I'm well, thank you.

Good.

My name is Michael Brown.

Jenny O'Brien.

I'm a retired federal officer.

I've spent most of my government
service occupied with

ballistics, which is
the study of projectiles

and firearms.

This is a model
of a firearm, a revolver.

As you see, it cannot
fire anything.

There is nothing to fire.

It's solid plastic.
That's all it is.

This model--I won't call it a toy,
because it's not a toy--

is designed for purposes
of demonstration.

OK?

Mmm.

Basically...it's
a garage door opener.

Now, here is one thing
this model can do.

If the trigger is depressed,
it sends a signal...

The light and
the alarm go off.

You all received your checks
for coming in today?

Yes.

Fine.

In addition to your honorarium,
in addition to that,

if you can insert the model in your
mouth without pulling the trigger,

you'll receive $300.

You understand?

Yeah.

Wrapped in plastic.

Completely sterile.

Please remove it from
the plastic.

Now without pulling
the trigger,

insert the model
in your mouth.

Close it.

For God's sakes, what the fuck
are you doing?!

Take it out!
Take it out of your mouth!

That's our case.

And what does
forensics say?

Forensics says the gun
was inside her mouth,

handle and trigger guard
down, which means that

the front sight was up.

Now, somebody yells, "Take
that gun out of your mouth."

She pulls it out fast.

The front sight gets caught
on her upper teeth,

hand keeps pulling, depresses the trigger,
the gun goes off.

It's not in evidence.

I'll put it in the closing.

It's too late.
I'll tell you why.

Everybody at that point
assumes that he's guilty.

Linda, all of this,
the rubber gun?

I won't take the rubber
gun to court.

Linda...

It's so clear. The judge didn't
allow Clarkson's diary.

he won't allow--

Linda, the point is, all right,

they think he's a monster.

You take the skull in,
they're sure.

Monster. Lives in a
cave. Look at the skull.

They turn away from your
client and his evidence.

I make them look at it.

You're thrashing, Linda.

I'm telling you that if she put
the gun in her own mouth--

and she did--

And I am telling you,
the only way you can introduce

all this fucking Ben-Hur

is in support of
direct testimony.

Remember procedure, which testimony
only comes and could come

on direct from Mr. Spector.

Are you gonna put him
on the stand,

or should I just fucking
go jump under a train.

What?

Take care of yourself.

Thank you,
Ben.

People say diet is bullshit.

Diet is not bullshit.

I want to talk to you
about tomorrow.

What's this?

That's a note from Bruce.

A note?

"My personal numbers"
in case of what?

In the case you need him.

These numbers are in New York.

Yeah. Well, Bruce went back.

Look here.

This is the statement--

Bruce went back to New York?

Yeah, sure. You knew
he was going back.

To do his television show.

No. He didn't go back
to do his television show.

He left me to do--

Philip.

Philip, you told him
you didn't wish him to--

do you recall the closing?

You agreed, the judge agreed that
Bruce could retire

before the closing.

Retire from the case?

Yes. Well, you agreed.

What, I agreed?
What do you mean, I agreed?

I agreed to what?
I agreed to what?

It's relevant to this?

No, no, no, no.

No. This is unethical.

He withdrew in open court, Philip.
You were there.

I didn't understand.

Well, you discussed this.

When I paid him $1 million

to defend my life?

You and the judge
and Bruce Cutler, remember?

You all talked about this.

I thought he was going
on a trip. Come on!

"These are my
New York numbers"?

He has other clients.

He left me.

He left me to do
his television show.

Don't break my heart.

And I paid him $1 million,
and I foolishly expected

from him, loyalty.

For--for what?

For life?

No.

For the duration
of a trial, in which

he pleaded with me
to give him the job.

Why did he want the job?

Why?

Because he liked me?

He despised me.

He wanted the job
because I needed him,

because I was weak.

He was strong.

He wanted my money.

I don't understand that?

Philip, you agreed
in front of a judge--

I thought he was
going shopping.

Please.

Who was there to
tell me different?

Who? Who could have?
I'm ignorant.

What do I know
about these things?

Who could have sat me down and
told me and explained it to me?

Who?

My lawyer.

That's who.

Who's gone.

You let him go.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry you're upset.

I know you are.

So.

What do we do now?

If you testify, we get to do

the demonstrations.

I don't get that.

That means I've got
to put you on the stand.

All right.

You do understand
what that means?

I get to tell my story.

It means they get to
tear you apart.

Well, you defend me.

You ever know anyone
who was disfigured?

I mean, you know, some
serious hard to look at?

After a time--after a time,
you come not to notice.

Can you turn on the lights?

All right.

It's impressive.

All right. All right.

OK.

The defense calls Philip Spector.

Place your left
hand on the Bible.

Raise your right hand.

Do you solemnly swear that the
testimony you're about to give

in the matter now
before this court is

the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth?

I do.

State your name.

Philip Spector.

Please be seated.

Now, Mr. Spector,
I would like you to describe,

in as much detail as
you can recall,

the events of the night
of February 2, 2003.

Uh, I had a date with a girl.

Objection!

Could the witness
be more specific?

Could he state the name
of the girl, please?

Yes. State the name
of the girl, please.

Her name was Lana Clarkson.

Would you speak up, please?

Lana Clarkson.

I had a date with a girl
named Lana Clarkson.

Now.

Mr. Spector, did you kill
Lana Clarkson?

No.

Did you put a revolver
in her mouth?

No.

Did you suggest that she do so?

No.

Did you threaten her?
No.

Did you keep her
in your house by force?

No. She wanted to stay--

Objection.

Sustained.

Did you keep her in your
house by force? Yes or no.

No.

All right.

All right.
Good.

Mr. Spector,
your attitude is...

Objection, Your Honor.

Is this the prosecution's closing?

As if not--

Sustained.

All right. As we continue,
and I thank the court

for its patience, and I would ask
Mr. Spector if he would be good enough

to discard the tactic
of "I don't remember,"

as the jury,
I again assure you--

Objection, Your Honor.

Objection sustained.

Mr. Spector, would you please
keep your voice up?

It's been a long
day, Your Honor.

I suggest we reconvene tomorrow.

Your Honor, I object to the
defense's tactic of interruption,

and I ask the court's
indulgence that I may

close out this line of questioning.

Yes. Your request is granted.
You may continue.

Thank you, Your Honor.

OK.

Mr. Spector,
you have testified that

"I came back
into the room.

"She had the gun in her mouth.

I screamed No!

Have you asked me a question?

I'm about to.

OK.

Where did the gun come from?

Objection. We've testified.

Where did the gun come
from, Mr. Spector?

You've testified
that you had 9--

9 firearms on your property
to which you have admitted.

Objection.

Was it one of these?

Objection.
Overruled.

Or is this, say, an outlier
which you have forgot?

As you forgot the incident
with Debra Robertie

in which you, in joking,
pulled a gun on her?

All right, no.

Wait, wait, wait.

I have a sheaf of affidavits.

One moment, please.

Of your behavior
around women, with guns.

Of coercion, assault--

Objection.

Of coercion and battery,
unlawful imprisonment.

Your Honor, the evidence
in this court--

Incarcerated?

Your Honor, Mr. Spector
has never been accused--

Convicted.

And this is the essence
of this case.

There is no legally admissible evidence,
which is to say

there is no evidence--

All right, all right, all right.

And I would move
for a direct--

I have a tape--I have a tape
of your wife Ronnie Spector,

in which she testifies
to your repeated cruelties

and assaults.

physical, verbal, and sexual.

No, no, no, no. Your Honor,
Mr. Spector--

Shut that fucking thing off.

OK, let her come
into the court.

Where did she say this
in a court of law?

Have her come in here,
let her--let her

come here and beat me.

Let that psychotic bitch
come forward in court

and swear where she can
be cross-examined--

"He threatened me."

Turn that fucking thing off.

"He beat me such that I..."

That sick, no-talent--

"He kept me
from my children."

Turn that fucking thing off!

If I hadn't found her--

MAN: "He locked me
in my room."

If I hadn't found
her in the gutter,

what do you think?

Do you think these singers

made those songs?

I made those songs.

Your Honor.

Ah, fuck this.

Fuck this whole thing,

this fucking charade.

And what do you do?

Who are you?

How dare you?

Who--who do you
think you are,

to come in here and accuse me?

Philip.

I understand.
I know what's going on.

Philip--

Shut up!

Because I'm paying the lot of you for
this whole thing.

I understand

that this semi-talented nowhere,
this backup singer,

to whom I gave
everything I own--

my life, her life,
my children.

And to have you come in here
quoting her libelous, non-sworn,

cowardly bullshit!

What does it cost her
to lash out at me?

Or you, for that matter?

Philip, this is a rehearsal.

I know it's a rehearsal!

Damn it! What do you think I am?

An idiot?

Do you think I'm a fool?

Do you think I don't know
what this is about?

I've played this game a million
times before.

I know how the game is played!

I've done this my whole life.
What do you think?

They kill men for
telling the truth.

This is the truth!

All right. All right.
All out.

Everybody out.
Uh, but...

OK.

I worked my whole life.

I worked my whole life.

All right?

It's not all right.

It's not all right.
It's not all right.

It's certainly not
all right, Philip.

If you go off like that in the
courtroom--

And I know you put
the woman up there to see

if I'd go off.

This is not going off.

Not re-fucking-motely.

Would you like to
trust me, Philip?

You might want to trust me,
because I'm the last person

who both, "A," believes in you and
"B" has the power

to help your case.

Oh, is that why
you brought back--

Shut up, Philip.
Now listen.

You know the difference between

your different behaviors.

I act the same
with everyone.

No, nobody does.

You didn't act the same
around your bands.

You didn't act the same
around the Beatles

like you did with
an autograph-seeker.

You can control your behavior.

Why is this important?

Because if you don't,

you're going to jail for
the rest of your life.

The prosecution is
gonna do everything

in its power to enrage you

because that's all they have.

That is what we are
doing here today.

They have no facts.
They have to break you.

You see, if you go
off, the jury will say,

"He did it now. I'm sure he
did it then,"

and they'll put you away.

I had no trouble
with the Beatles.

And you will have no
trouble with the D.A.

if you recall that you want
something from him

and you will go free.

Now, I want
something from you.

I want you to give up the pills,
give up the wine

for the 2 or 3 days you'll
be on the stand

and keep your composure,

just like you did
around the Beatles.

I mean, if Paul
disagreed with you,

did you scream at him?

On "Let It Be"?

I was proved right.

And you will be proved right here

if you keep your composure.

But if you don't, you won't.

I promise you that
I will be prepared mentally,

spiritually, and that I will
make a good impression

and...keep their respect.

I understand.

Thank you.

You know why?

Why?

Not for what they think of me,
but what you think of me.

Thank you. I take that

as a great compliment.

Vicky, where's the car?

So.

All right?

Yeah. I'm just
saving it--you know,

saving my best work
for when we're rolling.

I'm a little tired, too, I think.

Best I go home and
rest for tomorrow.

No, I get it.

It--it don't start getting better
till it's gotten bad.

I'm equal to it.

Hey, guys, you want to see if
the car's ready, please?

I got it.

Anyway, thank you.

No.

This was a good idea.

You rest up.
We'll see you tomorrow.

OK.

So thank you all.

Let me just say I
know you were paid

to get me prepared.

You did an excellent job.

You were paid to perform,

and your performance
was perfect.

So can I do as well as you?

Tomorrow, we'll see.

If I do, it's because
of you, right?

Thank you.

Linda, you want to go to the car?

Yeah.

What you're doing, Linda,
is good.

It's what I always tried to do,

so I know what you're doing.

What am I doing, Philip?

You're defending the artist.

I know you're not well.

I know what this
is costing you.

That's what I go by.

I've met a lot of crazy
people in my life.

I've met very few sane ones

that I could talk to.

All right.

Here we go.

He don't look good.

He's tired.

Are you going to keep him up on
the stand all day tomorrow?

I'm gonna keep him up there
till they all get used to him,

after which he will no
longer be an oddity

but a beloved eccentric,

and they'll be telling
their grandchildren

how they helped to set an
innocent man free.

Linda, hi.

You know my wife Kelly.

Linda Kenney Baden.

No. Hi.

How do you do?

Honey, the tickets.

The tickets--
I'm sorry.

I'll be right back.

So how long have
you two been married?

I've been following your trial.

How could you defend
that man?

What does your pin mean?

Medical aid for Africa.

And are you active in that?

Yes, I am.

So you're compassionate.

All right.

So would you hire an ex-convict?

I might.

So suppose she was convicted
of, say, theft

and she comes to you, she tells you her story,
and you judge she deserves

a break, so you give her a job,
and then after a year or so,

the household money goes missing.

Do you suspect her first?

I would of course check--

Of course you do.

No matter how much you're committed
to "presumed innocent,"

you will suspect her first.

I work in the music business.

I know something
about your client.

He's a terrible man.

He's not being tried for that.

Do you think he shot her?

I don't see how he could have.

Can you prove that
he didn't shoot her?

Well, that's not my job.

By the way--

I got them.

did you know that your husband is
cheating on you?

That's ridiculous.

And that's called "giving him the benefit
of the doubt."

It's good to see you, Linda.

You, too.

Good night.

Good night.

Do you think you'll get him off?

Yes, I do.

If you get him off,
what will you do

when he kills the next girl?

As we near the end of
a long--a very long trial,

Phil Spector, once the darling
of the music industry,

having sold millions of records,
now facing a jury,

charged with the shooting death
of actress Lana Clarkson.

What are we seeing down
there, Patty?

That's right, Bill.

His name is in the record books,
and we all know his music,

but the trial, the charge,
have nothing to do with his profession

but of course with
his personal life.

I know this is the day that you've
all been waiting for.

You've been waiting
on his arrival,

and here, yes, here is Phil Spector.

Ready.

Dr. Spitz,
you understand we won't be

getting to you for
several days because--

Yes.

we will be examining
Mr. Spector...

I understand.

But I thought it was important for
you to hear the testimony

on direct.

Are you gonna keep him
up there all day?

JAMES: Linda.

When are you doing
the demonstrations?

I've got to introduce
it on redirect.

Uh, excuse me.

Not 95%. I understand.

That is self-inflicted.

Yes. Sorry. Excuse me.

Yes. No, no, no.
Not yet. Not yet.

Um, hello? Listen.
Hello? Listen.

I want to inspect
the ballistic test materials

tonight, OK?

James?

OK.

When we've got him--
no, no, no, no.

Either way.
Either way.

When he's on the
stand, I--

if you see me do this...

OK? this.
Uh-huh.

You come from the
back of the court

and you pass me a note,

only make sure it's not blank,
because Fiedler

might ask to see it,
so it should say

"Communication from
Bruce Cutler

New York. Urgent."

Can he keep it
together on the stand?

He's got to, all right?

We're here outside the
State Courthouse, where

Phil Spector has just made
a rather spectacular entrance.

Stay with him--stay with him as
long as you can stay with him,

and then get the
reactions of the crowd.

Is he out of his mind?

Follow him. Follow him through.

Follow on Phil.

Oh, my God.

Phil Spector has just
entered the courthouse.

As you know, reporters are not
allowed into the courthouse,

but if you stay with us,
we will be out here

waiting for his return.

We will be back with you.
We'll have the news of the day.

Stay with us.

We will be waiting...

Folks, clear the way.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Let me through.

You on that side,
you on that side.

Coming out.

I need you at the perimeter.

No one without
the yellow pass passes.

Get back.

Give them room
on the elevators.

Outside...

What is it?

Well, it's pneumonia, Philip.

Oh, pneumonia?

Oh, man.

You got to take
care of yourself.

Look in the mirror.

You're concerned
about my appearance.

Look in the mirror, Philip.

I know. I wanted,

Linda, to look
my best today.

I know you're concerned
about my hair.

My hair--listen to me.
My hair is an homage.

Philip--

To Jimi Hendrix. Yes?
Who suffered--

Look...

Who suffered,
who was persecuted

Philip...

Please, just don't make
a big thing out of this.

This is not as
outrageous as it looks.

Philip...

Linda, what is it?

It's not a big thing.

Here, let me just tell you.

I spent quite a bit
of time on this.

I've been up since 4:00 in
the morning, right?

And the truth-- the truth is

that backlit, this--

Listen--

Listen to me.
I know about these things.

I know these things. I'm an expert
at these things.

What things?

Show business, Linda.

Putting on a show.

Will you grant me that?

Sure. All right.

The amount of time I spent
with the Ronettes,

the Crystals, with Darlene,
with the Bobby Socks, with Tina,

on their clothes,
on their dresses.

One might have even whispered
at the time, many things--

Philip--

One might have even--
Listen to me. Listen to me, Linda.

One might have even whispered,
"This man is queer."

Further, had I been queer,

it wouldn't have mattered
because I never cared

who put what into whom.

What business
was that of mine?

I'm quoted on that.

Yes, we're coming.

I presume they want us
back in court.

Yes, that's it.

So...

I want you to put
your mind at rest.

When I'm up there, should they
mention my hair, and they may,

I'll be proud to tell them just
what I told you.

All right?

I'm ready.

All right.

I'm ready.

All rise.

The Superior Court for the County
of Los Angeles, hear ye, hear ye,

"People vs. Philip Spector."

The honorable judge Larry
Paul Fidler presiding.

All having business before
this court come forward

and you will be heard.

Be seated.

Ms. Baden, I believe you
wanted to call

one more witness
for the defense.

Counselor?

Ms. Baden, I'm waiting.

Counselor!

Yes, Your Honor.
I'm sorry.

The defense calls...

the defense calls
Dr. Werner Spitz.

Excuse me.

All right.

Excuse me.

Philip, we'll just--
let's see tomorrow,

we'll see how it goes.

Raise your right hand.

Do you solemnly swear that the
testimony you're about to give

in the matter now
before this court...

Phil Spector has arrived.
Take a look behind me

as his Mercedes begins to make
its way down the drive.

You can see his driver going at
a very fast speed

while the protesters are yelling
"Justice for Lana."

Here he comes as he makes his
way down the street,

up to his mansion, and he's
pulling up to...

Go ahead.

No, no, no, no, no.

Stop. Get back.

Hold on.

...on the driveway...

I've got one for you.

All right.

Why the barbed wire?

To keep people out.

Nobody was trying to get in.

Why does the monster
live in a castle?

Why does the minotaur
live in a cave?

I mean, he could live
wherever he wanted.

Why does he live in a cave?

Why does the minotaur
live in a cave?

To keep himself from doing harm.

But he came out.

I believe he is not guilty.

Are you sure?

No.

But I have a reasonable doubt.

This is Brian Jennings.

Another day, another
turn in the saga.

Phil Spector retired for the
night to his home that

that he calls his "castle."

And we'll leave you
for tonight, too.

Signing off from Los
Angeles...