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[Gavel pounds] Sustained.
Proceed, Mr. Schiff.

Describe what you and
the other agents found...

When you entered that suite 405 at the holiday inn.

Mr.
Lombardo was alone in the room with Richard colbert,

a deputy director
of the internal revenue service,

who was kneeling beside a coffee table counting out stacks of $100 bills.

And will you tell the jury
how you knew...

Of this intended meeting
on this particular night?

We had court authorization for a title III wiretap on Mr.
Lombardo's telephones.

Therefore, with probable cause,
you applied for a warrant.

Yes, sir.
Which federal judge Griffin granted.

Thank you.
Your witness.

Agent Powell, as you know,
my client ed lombardo is charged with extortion.

Yes, ma'am.

Did you observe Richard colbert when he first entered the hotel?
Yes, ma'am.

- Was he carrying anything?
- A leather briefcase.

Did you search this briefcase at that time?
No, ma'am.

Why not?
We didn't want him to know that we were there.

So Richard colbert could have conceivably
brought the $125,000 in with him.

He could
or he could not have.

Your agency has a well-deserved
reputation for thoroughness.

Did you also investigate Richard colbert's background to ascertain why...

He might have been
carrying such a large sum?

The man gambled.

I'm sorry. I didn't hear that.
He gambled.

[Schiff] Let's not have counsel tell the court that colbert...

Came there that night
to place a bet.

Thank you, counsel,
I hadn't thought of that. But in point of fact,

agent Powell,
hadn't your task force been trying to link Mr. Lombardo...

To an illegal gambling
operation in new Orleans?

- We have.
- And in those circles,

$125,000 would not be considered an unusually large wager, correct?

I heard of bets like that.
And wasn't your arrest made...

Just two days
before the super bowl?

Yes.
Agent Powell, did you--

might I request
a brief recess?

Fifteen minutes.
[Gavel pounds]

[Indistinct chattering]

I've got everthing I need.
You're sensational, counselor.

What would it take to keep you on retainer?
A lot.

[Chattering continues]

[Man] Here's the situation.
The f.B.I. Had a...

Title III wiretap
authorization, all right,

but it expired
five days before the arrest.

They were listening in
illegally.

Wrong. No, no, they followed the rules.
They pulled the tap.

How'd they find out about a meeting planned just the day before?

They got somebody workin'
on the inside.

A snitch?
No, my guess is a deep cover agent.

An f.B.I. Guy workin' inside
the lombardo organization.

They're not gonna risk blowing his cover to get a bribery conviction.

Right. If ed lombardo finds out about him,
he's a dead man.

I can't get a government agent killed, moe.
Don't worry. You won't.

No matter what I need,
you're always there for me.

Count on it.

You know, if your mother hadn't turned me down nine times,
I'd be your father.

Is it unethical for me to ask just how you got your information?

Well, there's a secretary over
at the justice department.

And there is nothing a 62-year-old
woman won't do for a date with a six--

[clears throat] 72-year-old man.
[Laughs]

Goddamn it!
It took us 2 1/2 years to get this man into position.

It'll take them no time
to finger him and kill him.

My job is to get
ed lombardo off,

not to aide and abet in exposing a federal undercover agent.

My client knows nothing
about this conversation.

How can I rely on you to keep quiet?
Because I'm giving you my word!

I'll leave it to you two
to figure a way out of this.

Got it here as fast as I could.
Thanks.

By the way, your fan
is back again.

He's been here
everyday.

- Who is it?
- Who cares?

He's gorgeous. He can't
take his eyes off you.

You want me to find out what he wants?
I know what he wants.

[Man]
All rise!

[Gavel pounds]

Your honor,
might I ask the court to examine this document, please?

Well, Mr. Schiff, what do
you have to say about this?

Your authorizations
had expired,

yet the government maintained the taps until the date of arrest.

Yes, it appears so.
Your honor,

on that basis,
I'd like to move for a directed verdict of not guilty.

I have no choice
but to grant the motion.

The defendant is released from custody.
These proceedings are adjourned.

[Gavel pounds]
Yes!

[Cheering, applauding]

Couldn't you have found something a little more official?

It's my favorite
Chinese joint.

Not bad
for a night school lawyer.

See ya next time, counselor.
Not necessarily.

[Indistinct shouting]

Ladies and gentlemen,
first I'd like to thank my brilliant attorney, Jennifer Haines.

She knew I was
an innocent man.

This renews my entire faith in the system of American justice.

Thank you very much.
[Indistinct shouting]

How are you tonight,
miss Haines? Very well.

[Engine starting]

[Beeps]

[Elevator dings]

[Door opening,
closing]

Is there anything better
than winning?

Hope your day
was as good as mine.

It was. Pretty good,
in fact. Really?

Does this mean
it's time to go home?

You'll never make it
to the parking lot.

What about the cleaning crew?
They don't get here 'til about midnight.

Should be done with you
by then.

You know,
sometimes I wonder why we both even bother to pay rent.

We both have kitchens.
We eat out every night.

We have bedrooms,
but we only sleep in them.

You think there's
something wrong with us?

Think we should be more conventional?
Check into a seedy motel?

[Chuckling]

[Sighing] I don't have to get up tomorrow.

[Clears throat]
Well, I do.

Our flight to Aspen
isn't 'til 6:00.

Jen, you'd better get yourself
a good criminal attorney.

Why?
'Cause you're gonna murder me.

Why?
'Cause this damned acquisition gets more complicated every day.

You know how it is
when foreign banks get involved.

I'll make it up to ya.

I've heard this before.
Hey!

You of all people
should understand.

I can't help it.
It's work.

So's this relationship.

Good morning, miss Haines.
Congratulations.

Way to go, Jennifer.

[Indistinct chatter]

Have you seen
the morning paper?

Get a load of the picture on page three.

Hope they didn't catch me with my eyes closed and my mouth open,
as usual.

It's not you.
They claim he threw her out the window last Friday.

You'd think he'd
still be in mourning.

The police are looking
all over for him.

He has the nerve to walk into a superior court and watch a trial?

Thanks. Chutzpeh.

[Phone beeps]
Yeah?

There's a gentleman here who says you're expecting him.
A Mr. Greenhill?

So he wasn't just watching the trial.
He was watching you.

Tell him I'm in a meeting.
I can't see him.

[Phone ringing]

[Ringing]

Didn't anyone ever say
"no" to you before?

Yes, my wife said no,
just before I threw her out the window.

You find it amusing
being charged with murder?

Of course not.
It did get your attention, though, didn't it?

Is that why you showed up at the lombardo trial,
to get my attention?

Absolutely.
I want you to defend me.

They tell me
you're the best there is.

That you're smart and tough.

But you know what I see when I look at you?
I couldn't hazard a guess.

I see the little girl of a mother who was a courtroom groupie,

who used to take her
to trials after school...

Because it was cheaper
than going to the movies.

[Laughing]
Where'd you hear that?

Some old bailiff
down at the courthouse.

- Eddie?
- Yeah.

I see the little girl
who at the ripe age of 14...

Jumped up in the middle of a murder trial and said, "objection!"

And the judge took you
back to his chambers...

And you ended up clerking
for that judge ten years later.

How do you know all this?
You interest me.

And I really delve into anything
that interests me.

Uh-huh. And did this interest develop before
or after you threw your wife out the window?

[Sighs] We need to get one thing very clear.

I did not murder anybody.

Come on, counselor.
You're experienced enough...

To recognize
a setup when you see one.

Who set you up?

My wife.

[Stifled laugh] She throws herself out the window...

And makes it look
like you did it?

You don't know how crazy
some women can behave.

- I'm sure you do.
- Yes, I do.

[Sighs] I've lived off of women all my life.

That's all I'm good at.

It's my talent-- getting women to do what I want them to do.

You must have
wanted her dead.

I knew she was...
Angry with me and upset.

Depressed over our relationship.

But I swear to you,
I never thought she would do any real harm to herself.

Now what could a man do
to get his wife that,

that angry?

Miss Haines,

God put too damn many
attractive women on this earth.

- Hmpf.
- [Laughing]

Rita knew that about me
before we were married,

and I never promised to change.

You don't portray yourself as a very sympathetic figure.

There's a hell of
a big difference...

Between being a compulsive
womanizer and a murderer.

- Was your wife rich?
- Very.

So you stand to inherit
a great deal of money?

Yes. And I've earned
every penny.

Look at what she's
putting me through now.

She could have
just divorced you.

[Chuckles]
Not good enough.

[Sighs] Miss Haines,
my wife was a very sick woman.

Two years ago she had to be institutionalized for seven months.

Clinical depression.

She blamed me for it.

And she swore that she'd get back at me even if it meant from the grave.

And now thanks to her...
Letter writing skills,

I might just spend the rest of my live behind bars.

There was a letter?
Yes.

It arrived at the state's attorney's office the day after her death.

They wouldn't let me see it,
but they made it pretty clear...

[Sighs] That Rita accuses me of planning her demise.

So after they questioned me,
I didn't go home.

Where did you go?

Do I have to answer that?

I promise,
nothing you say could lower my opinion of you.

[Chuckling]

All right.

I met a very nice lady
at the bar at the Drake.

She had some clean shirts at her place.
So many of them do.

And they always seem to fit.

Terrible picture,
don't you think?

Do you know that there are some women that are always attracted to...

Men the same size?

Well, if it's an all female jury,
I'm sure you'll have no problem.

I'm counting on you
to arrange that.

[Laughing]

I have someone at the state's attorney's office you can surrender to.

Without a lot
of media coverage.

And so you'll handle my defense?
Ummm, thank you, but no.

Why not? Because you
don't like me?

Or because you do?

You're not my type.
[Chuckling]

I wouldn't be
too sure about that.

[Laughs]

Come on. Why won't you handle my defense?
I'm innocent.

How would I know that?

Because, miss Haines,
you can tell about clients like I can tell about women...

Like that.

You know, it's funny.
I actually believe you.

Liars are seldom this blunt...

Or ridiculous.

[Chuckles]
Well, then, come on.

For every five lombardos you represent you should take on at least...

One innocent man.
Mmm, my calendar's full.

I can't believe
you're turning me down.

I'm sure it's a novel experience,
but you'll get used to it.

I never have.

I'll tell you what.

I'll arrange for Josephine grimes to come see you.

She's a capable attorney
with...

Her own firm and two
grown sons as her partners.

I'm sure she'll
be safe with you.

Get me Stanley helman in the
state's attorney's office.

[Laughing]

I'm glad you're not taking that vacation.
Well--

we've decided to let you take over on this Berry carpenter mess.

- The s&l thief?
- With the retainer he could afford,

he's as innocent as a baby.
Let's hold off on that a minute.

Yesterday I spent ten minutes
in my office with a...

Slick but very attractive womanizer who really needs an attorney.

Who?
David greenhill.

Oh, no.
Not that guy who threw his wife out the window.

I don't know that he did.
What did you tell him?

I turned him down,
but I'm having second thoughts.

Why?
Because I've never represented anyone like greenhill before.

He is completely in love with himself, manipulative...

And an outrageous flirt.

Uh-huh.
[Chuckling]

Don't be silly. There's nothing personal in it.
I mean, he is a classic target.

The media is gonna have a field day with him.
"Gigolo murders society wife."

"Lady-killer kills lady."
They are gonna hate him and try and destroy him.

Is that why you're tempted
to take him on?

Maybe.

You're really feeling your oats,
aren't you, Jennifer?

Tom, I started here
as a paralegal.

You said you thought
I could be one of the best.

Mmm. You carried me through law school,
kept moving me up in the firm.

You want an honest answer?
I am feeling my oats.

- Good.
- I think I can get him off.

Besides, he makes a very good case for his own innocence.
I believe him.

Well, I can see you're
talking yourself into it.

He should be able to afford
the very best defense.

I thought you'd find something positive about it.
[Laughing]

[Cell door slamming shut]
[Indistinct chatter]

You actually
showed up.

You can't imagine
how much better I feel.

It's knowing that you're here.
Well, don't feel too good.

The state's attorney's office say the lab reports show...

Your fingerprints
all over that window.

And the houseboy claims he cleaned it just the day before.

I-it was stuck.

Rita deliberately got me to open the window that morning.

Can anybody
corroborate that?

It was after
the houseboy went out.

Goddammit, don't you think if I was gonna
toss my wife out the fuckin' window...

I'd have the common sense to wipe my fingerprints off of it?

You don't have to
convince me.

Okay.

[Man] Rodriguez!
Your defense counsel is here.

Here's a copy of the letter she sent to the state's attorney's office.

[Cell door slamming]

Beautiful.

According to her,
I may as well have taken an ad out in the Chicago trib.

Our first problem is gonna be to get you free on bail,

which is always very...
difficult in a capital offense.

Then I guess
I got me an attorney.

Can you post bond?

Well, my wife's family
has tied up all the assets,

but Miriam said that she would
stand for the bond and--

oh, and she said
she'd pay your fee.

Miriam?
Miriam Langford.

She's a...
Dear friend.

You don't mind
if I have friends, do you?

Just don't marry them 'til the trial's over, okay?

[Laughing]

Ah, don't worry about that.

I might even fall in love
with somebody else by then.

Your honor, my client David greenhill,
has no prior record of any criminal activity,

nor has he any history
of violence.

He maintains strong financial and property ties to the community,

there is no reason to believe there is
any danger he'll flee the jurisdiction.

We respectfully request
bail not be denied.

Your honor,
we're dealing here with a case of cold-blooded murder for profit.

An act so brutal, so premeditated,
it would lead any civilized person to believe...

The perpetrator would be a danger to others in the community.

Therefore, it's in the interest of the
people that David greenhill be denied bail.

The court sets bail
in the amount of $250,000.

And you will surrender
your passport today.

[Gavel pounds]
Next.

[Indistinct chatter]

[Man]
Case number 6-2-3-3-9-4.

[David] Miriam, thank you so much for everything.
I can't tell you what this means to me.

You're the only one
that believes I'm innocent.

What about miss Haines?
Oh, God, miss Haines!

She said she'd defend me
even if I was guilty.

It's her job,
isn't it?

I don't trust her.

See, people like us, Miriam,
we're-- we're warm people.

But she's a-- [Laughs] She's an attorney!

Don't you talk to her about us.
Don't discuss anything with her, do you understand?

She's awfully attractive.
Hmpf. Not to me, she's not.

All she cares about is winning.
She's like a goddamn machine.

She did get you out of jail.
It's what you wanted.

No, baby.
This is what I wanted.

Just to your right, ma'am.
Thank you.

[Buzzes]

Hello. Yes, I'm here to see Mr.
Greenhill? Oh, yes.

Good morning.
Thanks for coming.

Really nice of you to meet here instead of at the office.

Must feel good to be home.
It does kinda.

I'm trying not
to think about that window.

That is what you came to see,
isn't it? That window?

I need to know a little
about your background:

Your family,
where you went to school. Oh, sure.

I was an army brat,
in and out of one school after another.

Father was an artillery captain.
Sit down, please.

I was an only child
and my mother's whole world.

She used to steal money out of my father's pockets and give it to me.

I don't think it mattered too much when he went away to Vietnam...

And never came back.

I know it's probably hard to believe given my current lifestyle, but...

I hardly dated
when I was in high school.

In fact I didn't really start going out until after my mother died.

And then only
with older women.

What does that tell ya?

Have you ever had psychiatric counseling?
Once.

Woman psychiatrist.

You can imagine how that turned out.
[Laughing]

Well, at least she didn't charge me for the sessions.
[Laughing]

But you'd never
been married before?

Friend of mine once said never marry a woman for her money.

[Sighs] Get her money without marrying her.

[Door opening]

Hi!

This is a surprise.
Do we have plans tonight?

I had a visitor today
at the office.

Your client dropped by.
Yeah?

- Which client?
- David greenhill.

What? Yeah.
Just marched in like he owned the joint.

What in the world
did he want?

Well, he wanted to thank me for giving up our
trip to Aspen so that you could defend him,

but since I did hurt my knee there last year,
maybe it was better that I didn't go.

Now, uh, how the hell
did he know that stuff?

Sweetheart,
I have no idea.

I've told him absolutely nothing about my personal life.

Somebody's been
doin' some talking.

You know, the whole time
he was lookin' me up and down.

He was checking me out.
[Sighing]

He does that with everybody.
Oh, yeah?

So how do you rate, Jen?

What are you, a ten?

Eleven?
Hasn't he told you yet?

Look, Phil, I don't like what he did,
but you're really--

I don't like your client.
Get rid of him.

Get rid of him?
He's a slimy son of a bitch.

He very well may be,
but the question is: Is he a murderer?

You wanna know something?
I really don't give a damn.

He's butting into our lives,
so I say dump him.

Jen,

just do this for me.
You have no right to ask that of me.

How many times have I had to tolerate business associates of yours,

by the way,
whom I truly detested?

How many times have I had to sit with them and dine with them,

listen to their stupid jokes and smile sweetly
'cause you had a deal going on with them?

Did I ever ask you to dump any of 'em?
Look, counselor,

I'm not on the jury,
so save the brilliant summation.

The bottom line:
There's nothing going on with me and this guy.

I'm not attracted to him.
He's not coming on to me.

- When he does?
- If and when he does,

and I am uncomfortable in the situation,
I will make...

The appropriate decision then.
Lawyer talk.

Why do you have to use that tone of voice
every time you say the word "lawyer"?

Like it's a dirty word,
what I do!

There's no point talkin', Jennifer.
You always have to win.

David greenhill did not
start this. You did.

Well, hi there.

What's so important?

You dropped in to see a friend of mine yesterday.

Happened to be
in the building.

That's bullshit. I don't know what you had in mind,
but don't ever do that again.

Well, what happened?
I mean,

did I get a bad report?

Did he say I was rude?
It doesn't matter what he said.

What matters is this:
If you fuck with my personal life,

you better get yourself
another attorney.

You can tell your Miriam Langford to start looking...

Because I will not
be there for you.

[Sighs] Actually,
I think Phil's a hell of a guy.

He's crazy about you.

He's got the basis for a really strong relationship.

You know,
I'm not remotely interested in your opinion.

Jennifer, I-I can
take criticism. I--

[sighs] But please try to understand that I've...

I've never been accused of a crime before in my whole life.

I'm completely vulnerable.

Right now, you, you're
my entire world.

I understand that.

But if you ever do that again,
I'm walking.

No, you won't.
Oh, just watch me.

Please, Jennifer, I--

I don't even
have Miriam anymore.

It's finished.
I broke it off myself.

Why would you do that?

Christ sakes, Jennifer,
Miriam wasn't a stupid woman.

She could see what was
happening between us.

Wha-what was happen--
what did you tell her?

I told her that right now you're the only woman
in the world that means anything to me.

Next thing I knew,
she called her business manager, David, are you crazy?

Cut me off and then got on a plane and went to Europe.

Went to Geneva.
She has a house there.

At least I think that's where she went.
'Course...

She's got 50 houses
all over the fuckin' world.

Empty houses with servants sittin' on their asses,
waitin' for somebody to show up.

See, I di-- I didn't
really mean anything to her.

I was like one of those fuckin' empty houses,
you know?

She didn't give a fuck about me!
She just wanted to know...

That I was there!
David, she was also paying for your defense.

Jennifer, I'm talking about real feelings
here and you're talking about money?

God almighty! You'll get your money,
don't worry. From who?

You're going to prove me innocent and then there will be millions.

Millions.
Double your fee.

Fuck it, triple it.
I'm afraid our firm doesn't work that way.

I am not the public defender
nor do I intend to be anymore.

You know,
no matter how bad it ever got with me and Rita,

at least I knew she had
real feelings for me.

She framed you
for her own murder.

I'd say you're not doing that
well in the female department.

Well, I just am not--
oh, shit!

What am I? Am I some kind
of a fuckin' lowlife...

Because I take money
when it's offered to me?

Women do that every day of their fucking pathetic little lives!

Nobody says a goddamn thing.
It's perfectly fine, isn't it?

You wanna talk about
goddamn women as sex objects?

What about-- what about men?
What about me?

They use me.
And then they fuckin' drop me whenever they...

Damn well please. David, focus,
focus in on what I'm saying to you.

I do not intend
to represent you anymore.

I heard you.

I tried to speak to you rationally but you defy all logic,
so I'm backing off.

Well, hope that makes
your boyfriend happy.

I'm not doing this for him.
I'm doing this because you--

you're an impossible person.
I don't have to put up with it and I won't.

No. No, I'm the one that has to do this.
I'm the one that has to stand trial.

I have to defend myself
and my whole fuckin' lifestyle.

I have to apologize
for being me.

[Sighing]

Can I--
can I go now?

Sure, go.

Then step
outta my way.

Oh. Jennifer.

No one was keeping you.

[Sighs]
Oh, and Jennifer?

Ah, I mean,
miss Haines.

Really like
your hair that way.

[Phone beeps] [Man on intercom] Mr.
Mcmartin, I've located...

Mrs. Langford in Geneva for you.
Put the lady on.

Mrs. Langford.
I'm sorry to be calling you on your vacation.

But our accounting department informs me
that you haven't remitted any payment...

For Mr. Greenhill's
recent fees and expenses.

Your lady lawyer is fucking him!
Let her pay the bills!

Yeah, tom.
Hi.

Jennifer, I've just hung up with Mrs.
Langford in Geneva.

She not only refuses any more financial
responsibility for David greenhill, uh--

[sighs] She maintains that the two of you are having an affair.

Tom.

I had to go to his
apartment yesterday.

He told me while he was waving a
ten-inch kitchen knife in front of my face--

he told me that I was the only woman
in the world that meant anything to him.

He treats me like we're intimate.
I don't know why,

but he's become
fixated on me.

It's, it's scary.

He's your client.
You picked him.

[Sighs] I made a mistake.
I really made a mistake.

I'm sorry. Let's... dump this guy.
I want off this case.

- I want this lunatic out of my life.
- How do we do it?

Now that the man can't pay,
you don't want any part of him.

That's not it, your honor.
He totally misrepresented his ability...

To meet these obligations.

You are associated with one of the most successful firms in this city.

I don't think it's going to go under because one client can't pay his bill.

You can always sue for these fees afterwards and collect in a civil court.

No one's
stopping you from that.

Your honor, he's already
in arrears over 29,000.

It's estimat-- the exact dollar figure does not concern me.

You took on this man's defense,
filed his plea of not guilty,

went through the pleadings and the
discovery process and now you want out.

What about what it's gonna cost the taxpayers of this city...

For this entire process to be repeated with some other attorney?

Why should they foot the bill
because your firm...

Didn't obtain
an adequate retainer up front?

This widespread dumping of clients is an abuse to the entire system.

I intend to see it stopped.

You will provide
the best defense possible.

And I'm gonna keep
an eye on you...

And make sure that you do.

Request denied.

Mr. Greenhill.

In your letter to me,
you said you had complete faith in miss Haines.

Do you still feel miss Haines can give you adequate representation?

Yes, I do,
your honor.

I guess
I'll see you in court.

I won't hold this
against you.

Good morning.
Good morning.

You have some things for Jennifer Haines,
12-c down the street?

- It was going to be delivered.
- Yeah, well, um--

she asked me to run down
and pick them up for her.

[Chuckles]
Okay.

Uh, she said to just put it on her account?
I will.

Great! Oh, and, um, you know,
I may send some shirts down later.

Very light on the starch,
especially at the collar.

Okay. I'll remember.
Thank you.

Good morning, Rosalie.
Miss Haines isn't in yet.

Yes, I know, dear.
Thank you. [Whistling]

Well, good morning, Beth.
Good morning, Mr. Greenhill.

You look very nice today.

Good morning, Mr. Greenhill.
Hello, Gretchen.

Hello, Virginia.
Good morning, Mr. Greenhill.

Nice to see you.
[Whistling]

Good morning, Emily.
You didn't have an appointment.

I, I know.
Well, listen, I, uh--

I'm just gonna drop these things off for Jennifer.
She might need them later.

Should I just put 'em inside?
Oh, I'll take it.

Oh, okay. And tell Jennifer
I'll just talk to her later.

Ah, she's got
a very busy schedule.

Emily, um,
how long have you worked for miss Haines?

Two and a half years.
Why?

Well, I'm sure that she
relies on your discretion.

[Whispers]
And so do I.

[Whistling]

¶ [Jazz]
[Indistinct chatter]

I behaved badly
the other day. I'm sorry.

Look, as soon as you're free I want us to go off for a couple of weeks...

And we won't tell anybody
where we're going.

[Laughs] There's a little detail of earning money for the firm.

No, no, no.
They can hardly refuse to let a girl go on her honeymoon.

Will you marry me?

We should have fights
more often.

Need time to think?

I guess you do.

Hi.

I could swear that I know you.
Do you work around watertower?

I don't work.
No? How come?

Women take care of me.

Oh. Well,
can I buy you a drink?

Uh-uh. I already have one.
But you can pay for it.

Bartender?
This one's on her.

Jennifer, I need to speak to you alone.
What the hell do you want?

I know I've said some things that I shouldn't
but please don't treat me this way.

It's not right.
Look, just ignore him.

This is some very weird thing he's doing,
just like leaving my clothes at my office.

What are you talkin' about?
She didn't tell you?

You, you didn't tell him about the
personal items you left at my apartment?

Look, maybe you should just talk to the man.
I don't wanna talk to him.

I do not want him in my personal life.
All right, you heard her.

You know, it's
supposed to be unethical...

When a doctor or a psychiatrist
seduces their patients.

But what about when a lawyer does it?
That's bullshit!

Maybe I know her a little better
than you do, Phil.

You better get the fuck outta my sight.
Don't... hit him.

That's what he wants.

Jennifer.

The is the monster client syndrome every lawyer dreads.

Why would he make
all that garbage up?

He's brilliant at finding out people's weak spots.
Oh.

Our relationship
is your weak spot?

You said that,
I didn't.

Thank you.

Just drop me off at home, okay?
Whatever you want.

[Ringing]

Hello, Phil?

[David] Oh, dear.
You're all by yourself.

Why are you doing this?

'Cause if you loved me,
you'd do a better job defending me.

Look, I warn you.

This is like saying "fuck you" to your brain
surgeon the night before the operation.

[TV] For a limited time only you can receive this entire box set--

[sighing] I'm not worried.
I'll see you tomorrow at 10:45.

What?
Check you calendar, honey.

We have a scheduled conference
tomorrow at 10:45.

Or should I get word to judge tompkins that you're refusing to see me?

10:45.
Nighty-night.

I'll be with you
in a minute.

[Sighing]

Let's go over the events of the afternoon of your wife's death.

You left the apartment
at 20 after 12:00.

The lobby doorman saw you
exit the elevator and go out.

Yeah, isn't that great
he remembered?

You then walked
to this...

Four farthings bar on dickens street where you met a woman.

Would you care to tell me
her name and address now?

Counselor, how would
that sound in court?

While his beloved wife was tossing herself out the fuckin' window,

our hero was down at the local bar gettin' his rocks off.

Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!

Let's just say I took a long walk,
shall we?

There wasn't any woman,
was there?

Well, there could have been.
But there wasn't.

Yes, but there
could have been.

I met a lot of nice ladies
in that particular bar.

But not on that day?

[Clears throat] Let me ask you something, counselor.

Do you give ed lombardo such a hard
fuckin' time when he gives you his alibi?

But then I haven't butchered 12 or 14 people.

'Course he's a pro,
so I guess that makes the difference.

That doesn't bother you
so much.

[Sighing] You're not giving me very much to work with.

Well, you got them to believe that Frank hillman slept right through...

The murders in his own house of his wife...
And both the kids.

I proved...
That from his bedroom...

He would not have been able to hear the screams in the basement.

Yes, I know.
I was there that day.

You were present...
That day in court?

Oh, yes.
Quite a few times.

In fact, sometimes it was...
Hard to get in.

Is that when you started thinking about killing your wife?

[Chuckling]

Now that you mention it.

Wait a minute.
Now, was that a proper question for you to ask?

By law,
I'm forbidden to repeat anything you tell me in confidence.

But I'm certain
you knew that.

Could you explain that to me?
I'm not quite sure how that works.

Oh, I think you are.

Privileged communication
between attorney and client.

Mm-hmm. So you
couldn't be forced to tell...

But you could leak something.

Only at the risk
of being disbarred.

I would lose my license
to practice and the facts...

Wouldn't be
admissible in court.

Now, does that pertain
to just the...

Current crime
that I'm charged with or...

Would that include
any other...

Murders that you might
find out about?

Other murders?

It's getting
very interesting.

Guess I was
boring you before.

The law is
very clear on this.

Only the details
of any future crime...

That was being planned...

I would have to reveal.

Anything that had
already happened...

Comes under
the protection of privilege.

You know what
the problem is with...

Committing perfect murders?

What?

[Whispering] You can't tell anybody about them.

Were they all women...
David?

Now don't get
optimistic.

I hardly qualify
as a serial killer.

I never got any pleasure
out of the actual... act.

It was more the planning
and the covering up...

That was
the most rewarding.

You spent the money very quickly...
And you needed more.

It's never difficult
to find.

Did you know that there's
a certain breed of women...

That always seem
to seek out men like me?

They think that their money
puts them in control.

And for a while,
I go along with it.

[Sniffing]

But you'd never been
arrested before?

Questioned once or twice
but never detained.

Back in New York?

I never said
I lived in New York.

But somewhere on,
on the east coast.

[Knocking at door]

Emily! Just
in the Nick of time!

I was about to spill my guts all over this table.

Would you like me to send out for some sandwiches?

Uh. Uh, no.
No, thank you.

Uh, I think
we're about finished.

So w-we'll meet again
on, on Friday...

At 10:00.
Yes, Friday at 10:00.

[Whispering] I'll bet you can hardly wait.

A-and David,
don't call me at home.

Oh, you won't hear from me
until Friday.

Emily!
You've lost a couple of pounds.

Keep up the good work.

[Dial tone,
dialing]

[Phone ringing]
Hello?

Moe, I need to see you
right away.

He's toying with you.

If he can prove it that's,
that's something else.

I just had a feeling
it had to be New York,

or Boston, or Philadelphia,
some major city on the east coast,

where... wealthy women
congregate.

He said he'd been
picked up and questioned.

Well, that's
a definite plus.

He might have been operating
under a different name.

Maybe not.
This boy loves to take chances.

I need you
to help me, moe.

Whatever.

I need you to find out every single thing you can about him.

You can't turn him in unless you wanna kiss your career good-bye.

Why is--

why is he inventing
things about me?

Why is he loading me up with information
that could potentially harm him?

Moe, he had this whole thing
worked out in advance.

He chose me to defend him
before he killed his wife.

What if he--

what if he decides it's too
risky for me to be alive?

[Indistinct yelling]

[Grunts]
[Laughs]

Trevor-Norton, eh?

[Laughing]

We can work
that one out.

No, I can't.
I'll be in court next week.

[Whistling,
water running]

Yeah, Trevor-Norton.
Custom-made shoes in London.

But they went out of
business two years ago.

Do you think you can trace him back through them?
Well, I got other leads.

Has his shirts made in Hong Kong.
Here. Let me do that.

I'll take you to the airport, okay?
Ah, good. Yeah.

Mrs. Greenhill visited you at the 101st
detective division one week before her death.

She did.
Will you tell us the substance of that meeting?

She told me she was desperately afraid her husband intended to kill her.

Did you speak to Mrs.
Greenhill subsequent to that first meeting?

Yeah, I, uh,
telephoned her five days later to make sure she was all right.

She said she was living
in a constant state of terror,

locking her bedroom door
at night,

so I urged her to move into
a hotel, contact her lawyer.

Uh, there was no action that the police
could have taken under the circumstances.

Unfortunately no crime
had been committed.

Your witness.

Lieutenant Martinez,

do you feel guilty now
about not having taken action?

Why should I?
I went by the book.

I don't see how
I could have prevented it.

You didn't believe her,
did you?

I thought she was maybe making trouble for her husband.

I don't know.

Mr. Greenhill sent me...

To this uniform store
on grant street...

To, um, to get outfitted.

He said he was tired of seeing me in the same uniforms everyday.

[Diangelo] Did he tell you what time to be back?

No. Actually, he said
there was no need to hurry.

And in less than one hour after you left Mrs.
Greenhill...

Alone with her husband,
she plunged to her death from the 18th-floor window.

Objection. Leading.
Withdrawn.

No more questions.

Mr.
Loo, you were with the deceased for over a year...

Before she married David greenhill.
Right.

During that time,
who gave you your orders and instructions around the house?

Mrs. Greenhill did,
of course.

[Jennifer] So it may very well have been Rita greenhill's idea...

That you leave early
that day for the fitting.

[Loo]
Well, it could have been.

Now you saw the defendant get off the elevator and cross the lobby.

Yes.
Did he give you any special instructions?

He said his wife was sleeping late and under
no circumstances should she be disturbed.

Did you actually see Mr.
Greenhill exit into the street?

You know, I'm not sure.

But you are certain he couldn't have
reentered the elevator and gone back up.

No. I would
have seen him.

Suppose he slipped around to the far corner
of the lobby and took the service elevator up?

Would you have seen that?
Well, I wouldn't have seen that.

Your witness.

Do you recall what Mr.
Greenhill was wearing when he left that day?

Well, he had
an overcoat on.

It was chilly outside.

Anything else?

I think
he had on gloves.

Excuse me?
He had on gloves.

He always dressed real smart,
Mr. Greenhill, just like today.

Real g.Q.

[Judge banging gavel]

- We've seen the suit, Mr. Greenhill. Sit down.
- Uh, sorry.

Mr. Nolan, are you certain
he had on gloves?

A man who's just committed a murder and left
his fingerprints would put on gloves afterwards?

Hardly a question, your honor.
Out of line, miss Haines, and you know it.

The jury will disregard
miss Haines' comment.

What was going on
in the lobby that day?

Same as every day.
They've been renovatin' the damn building for the past six months.

Gettin' all the tenants crazy.
Only in the lobby?

No. They've been workin'
their way through...

Floor by floor.
Could you be more specific?

Well, at that
particular time,

they were sandblastin'
from 11 through nine.

On eight, they were knockin' out walls,
combining apartments.

[Jennifer] There was a continual procession
of men and equipment going up and down?

- How were they getting there?
- Service elevator, service stairs.

Could a tenant have gone up that elevator,
even up the stairs for that matter,

without being noticed
by any number of workmen?

I don't see how.

And to your knowledge,
did the police question...

Each and every one of those painters and plasterers and plumbers...

To find out whether or not they had seen David greenhill?

[Diangelo]
Objection.

[Jennifer] Withdrawn.
I have no further questions.

We will adjourn
until 9:30 tomorrow morning.

Well, I think that made
a few points with the jury.

You seem surprised
I'm doing a decent job.

[Laughs] You can't help yourself, dear.

Once you get in the courtroom,
you're a real killer.

Hello, Esther.
Say hello to Jennifer Haines.

Jennifer, this is
my friend, Esther.

You're every bit as attractive as David said you were.

I'm sure he's never stopped talking about me.
Yes.

Before I forget.
Surprise.

I hope this brings us
up-to-date.

Well, I'm not sure, but thank you.
I'll give it to our accounting department.

You could have paid
your bills from the start.

Well, if her honor had
agreed to let you dump me,

I would have paid up
on the spot.

See, I never take a risk without covering myself, Jennifer.

Let me help you
with that.

Would you care
to join us for dinner?

Oh, how thoughtless of me.
I should have asked.

No, uh, thank you.
I have to prepare for tomorrow.

See? I just sit here
and look pretty,

and she does
all the work.

He's very lucky to have
you on his side.

I'd never wanna have
her against me.

I'm at the Baltimore airport
boarding a plane to Boston.

Moe, I can hardly hear you.
I'm at the Baltimore airport boarding a plane to Boston.

Thanks to our London shoe company I picked up quite a trail on greenhill.

He lived here in Maryland
for eight months.

Before that,
in Boston under the name of Edgar greenhill.

Isn't that his middle name?
Yeah.

Listen, there's a woman here,
Selma Hanks,

who died here after she overdosed on sleeping pills.

And another woman in Boston,
she's on life-support systems...

After she o.D.'D
on something.

And they're both
former lady friends of his.

Everything he told me,
it's true.

He fixates on a woman
and then--

what's he planning for me?

He won't hurt ya now.
He needs you.

But, moe,
he's planning something.

I've gotta get him before
he gets me. It's that simple.

Now, look, Jen, you,
you be careful of this guy.

Moe,

he had to have been able to get back upstairs to kill his wife...

With no one seeing him.

How?

Hey.

I'm so glad
you're home.

What did I do right?
I didn't feel like being alone tonight.

That bastard. He's really
starting to get to you.

How can I help you?

You can't.

Thank you.

Oh, good morning.
I want you to know how I loved being in court.

Broke up the routine.
Made me kind of a celebrity around here.

You did very well.

Watch out, lady.
You're gonna get your clothes all messed up.

Excuse me.

Morning, Emily.
Hi.

Good morning,
counselor.

Did we oversleep this morning a little?

State's attorney heath,
is this the original...

Of the document you
received in the mail?

It is.
May we mark this prosecution exhibit c?

And would you read the contents into the record, please?

It's dated October 14th,
the day of her death.

"It's after 12:00 now.

"He's arranged to be alone
with me in the apartment.

"I am not strong enough
to run away.

"I have given up all hope
or reason to fight back.

But if David succeeds,
i pray he will not go unpunished."

And it's signed,
"Rita Elizabeth greenhill."

[Diangelo] What did you do after that, sir?

Something bothering you today?
...The state's attorney's office.

Sure. The expression
on the jury.

Don't worry about it.
Diangelo just shot his load.

That letter's
all he's got.

That's one pair
of coveralls.

One painter's cap.

[Cash register adding]

One dust mask filter.

And one pair
of work gloves.

That is $54.19.
Okay.

Is that cash or charge?
Cash, please.

[Buzzing]

Good morning, Mr. Loo.
I thought Mr. Greenhill and I...

Could ride downtown together. Oh, Mr.
Greenhill wasn't here last night.

But he asked me
to put out his clothes...

Because he might want to change before going to court.

Uh, do you mind if I wait?
No. Please feel free.

Care for coffee?
I have some made.

Uh, I prefer tea.
Of course.

Thank you.

[Kettle whistling]

What are you doing?

Quite a responsibility,
taking care of all this. Yes, indeed.

Well, Mr. Greenhill is not so, uh,
demanding to work for...

Now that Mrs. Greenhill
is gone.

She, uh, she never gave
a person a minute's peace.

Tea, right?
Um, actually, no, I'm late.

Would you tell Mr.
Greenhill I'll meet him at court? Thank you.

Well, this is a surprise.

I-I-I thought we'd discuss a few things on the ride downtown.

Great. We'll split a cab.
Don't you need to change?

Don't I look all right?

Excuse me.

The way you were lookin' at me,
I thought there was somethin' wrong.

A little
five o'clock shadow perhaps,

but nothing that would turn the jury against me,
do you think?

[David] I can't figure out who sent that damn thing.

[Jennifer]
What?

The letter, Jennifer.

They say it was sent
on the same day that Rita died.

But Rita never left
the apartment that day.

And the mail chute upstairs has been
out of use since the renovations began.

Well, you certainly wouldn't mail any letter to the state's attorney's office.

'Course not.

Suppose the greedy nephew
sent it.

Or one of the cousins.
They certainly know what her signature looks like.

They've seen it
on enough checks.

Could I see a photostat
of the envelope?

Mm-hmm. Sure.

Somebody ought to be able to figure
out which branch of the post office...

This was processed at.

You will follow up on that.

Of course.

According to the postmark,
this letter was picked up...

Somewhere in the Lincoln park
area sometime after 5:00 p.m.

Unless there was an earlier pickup at 2:00,
the letter had to have been mailed...

Long after Rita greenhill was already deceased.
Objection. Argumentative.

[Judge]
Rephrase, miss Haines.

By making an even
greater enlargement,

I was able to make
a closer examination.

The loops and the angle
of the letters...

Now convince me
it is clearly a fake.

I apologize
to the court.

Will counsel
approach the bench?

What do you have to say
about this Mr. Diangelo?

Well, we've had our own people examine the signature again,

and they now
tend to agree.

We'll stipulate
it's not her handwriting.

You don't look
very pleased, miss Haines.

Of course, I'm pleased.

What's so important you
had to drag me outta court?

Winning.
I'm talking about nailing that fucking greenhill to the wall and his lawyer.

After that fiasco with the forged letter,
I would like that.

I got a phone call from one
of his girlfriends yesterday.

She wouldn't identify herself, but she had plenty to say.
She might have been in on it.

She tipped us
where to look:

Behind the radiator in the basement of greenhill's own building.

We got the search warrant.
Pay dirt.

All the reports are back from the lab.
And there's no question.

David greenhill
was wearing this stuff.

You're already under oath,
lieutenant.

Why are they recalling him?
I have no idea.

Would you go to the exhibits table, please,
and describe for the court...

The articles of clothing
you find there?

Some coveralls that used to be white at one time.

Pair of work gloves.

A cap similar to that used
by a painter...

Or plasterer.

A gauze face mask used
to filter out dust and debris.

[Diangelo] May we admit these as prosecution exhibits d, e,
f and g?

And upon obtaining a warrant, lieutenant,
did you search Mr. Greenhill's apartment,

and did you find
something of interest?

Yes. A pair of Trevor-Norton
shoes with the residue...

Of plaster and paint
on the soles of the shoes.

[Diangelo] Mark those prosecution exhibit h.
Where were the shoes found?

[Martinez] At the bottom of Mr.
Greenhill's closet.

Did you make an analysis of the plaster?
We did.

Are those your shoes?
It was similar in every way to the plaster--

is there something
you're not telling me?

...of the halls
of the apartment house.

I'm gonna call for a adjournment.
No.

Let him get it all out.

We tested inside of the cap
for traces of human hair.

Did you compare your findings to samples of David greenhill's hair?

Objection.
Prosecution made no requests for specimens of David greenhill's hair.

Your honor,
we didn't need to.

The investigating officer found a comb and a brush belonging...

To the defendant and we took the specimen hairs from that.

[Judge] The specimens have been acquired under a legal warrant.

Did you do similar tests
on the gauze mask?

We found particles of human blood such
as left if the wearer had recently shaved.

Did you put these particles
through DNA analysis?

The university of Chicago
prepared these charts.

Entered as exhibits I and j
for the prosecution.

The skin sample matches exactly
the defendant's DNA patterns.

- Did you put the gloves through your spectrograph?
- Examination of the lining...

Showed traces of an over-the-counter
cleaning product called windex spray.

Identical to the solvent
present on the window...

Through which Mrs. Greenhill
was thrown to her death.

- Objection, your honor!
- Sustained.

We won't have any more
of that, Mr. Diangelo.

We'll take lunch now.
[Gavel pounds]

Go have lunch.
We have to talk.

You heard me.

[Door slams]

[Screaming]

[Screaming continues]

I brought you a sandwich.

Well, how thoughtful.

Based on what's happened,
do you care to change your plea?

I'll sleep on it.

[Telephone ringing]

What is it? [Woman] hello, David.
Do you know who this is?

Yes. How are things
in Boston?

There's been someone around asking
questions about you the last few days.

Of course,
i didn't tell him anything.

An older man?

Seventy? Wears a hat?

[Answering machine beeps] I heard about what happened in court.

Looks like you're gonna lose
this one. Thank God.

Let's celebrate.
Call me when you get in.

I'll be home.

I love you, Jennifer.

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

[Groaning]

[Panting]

[Car door opening]

[Screams]

[Moaning]

[Siren wailing]

[Phil] Jen.
I'm right here, sweetheart.

I'm right here.

I couldn't see--

I couldn't see who.

[Groans]

[Sighs]

This is David's way
of saying he knows.

[Gasps]
Oh! I'm sorry.

Who were you expecting?
You know who.

How is he?
Is he gonna be all right?

Yeah.
Can ya leave now?

There's somethin' at the office.
I gotta show it to ya.

It's important.

Ya see,
it's a clear pattern...

But not
conclusive proof.

Nothing to make
a prima facie case.

Well, they sure know
where to look.

You divulge any of those facts and he
goes on trial for any of the other crimes,

they'll throw the cases out for violation of confidentiality.

And I can't turn him in either because, well,
I'm employed by you.

Jury's gotta convict now.
Well, ya never know.

[Spits] But as long as that bastard's out on bail,

you, you
watch your step.

I've made my decision.

We'll stick with
a "not guilty" plea.

That's your call.

Yeah, I didn't wanna
do this but...

Now I have no choice.

Mrs. Bigelow, say hello to my attorney,
Jennifer Haines.

How do you do?

Say hello
to Mrs. Bigelow.

How is Mrs. Bigelow...

Gonna help us?

Well, her husband
isn't going to like this,

but, um, well, Kathleen,
why don't you tell miss Haines...

Where I was on the afternoon
of my wife's death?

At my place.

Just around the corner
from his own apartment.

[David]
A five-minute walk.

Naturally I didn't say
anything about it before...

Because Kathleen's
marriage was at stake.

And I didn't think there was much of a case against me.

David was still there when we heard
the police and the ambulance sirens.

He couldn't possibly have had anything to do with it.

[David] And tell miss Haines what we were doing the week before?

[Sighs]

Yes. Um, my eldest daughter is moving back in with me,
so I've been redecorating:

Slapping on some paint,
putting up some wallpaper, and, uh,

I got David to pitch in and help,
shamed him into it, actually,

just so he couldn't
turn me down.

You got him the proper
clothing to wear?

You got him
a cap and gloves?

The painters left some things behind when
they did the upper floor of the duplex last year.

Mrs. Bigelow,
you realize I am obligated...

Not to present perjured
testimony to the court?

Excuse me. Jennifer,
how can you be so sure...

That Kathleen's
not telling the truth?

[Jennifer]
You must know...

The state's attorney's office will attempt to impeach this testimony.

Lady, my husband is a lineman
with the Chicago bears.

Do you honestly think I'd jeopardize myself for a lie?

This is a very difficult
thing for me to do,

but David's life
is in danger.

All right,
I'll put her on the stand.

Anything else you've
been holding back?

[Laughs] Don't let her attitude bother ya.

She's just
a little bit jealous.

You see,
she wanted to be the one to save me.

And now you've stolen
all of her thunder.

You don't have any idea how those work clothes found their way...

Into the basement of David greenhill's
apartment building stuffed behind a radiator?

I put them in the trash room along with a lot
of other junk when we finished redecorating.

And, of course,
some of the service people work in more than one building.

There's always some
renovating going on.

Move that the answer be stricken as sheer speculation.

You asked for "any idea," counselor.
The answer will stand.

You deceived your husband for many months
while carrying on an affair with the defendant.

Wouldn't you find it just
as easy to deceive this court?

- Objection. Leading.
- [Judge] Overruled.

I wouldn't lie under oath and I certainly wouldn't protect a murderer.

I am not out of my mind.

On the one hand,
we have overwhelming...

Physical and forensic evidence
that tells us exactly...

How the defendant committed this crime,
how cleverly it was planned:

The change of clothes, the split-second timing,
the cold-blooded brutality.

On the other hand,
we have the word of a solitary witness,

a sexual partner obsessed
with the defendant,

who at the last possible moment
comes forward...

With a highly-questionable
alibi.

I ask you not to allow
this man to escape justice.

We failed to prevent
Rita greenhill's murder,

even when she pleaded
for help.

Let's not fail
her again this time.

Ask yourselves who--

who would have benefited most from the conviction of David greenhill?

Who could have sent this
blatant forgery to the police?

Did we not show
numerous relatives...

Who stood to gain financially were he found guilty?

Did we not prove conclusively that Rita greenhill never wrote...

The supposedly
incriminating letter?

Eyewitnesses saw--

eyewitnesses saw
David greenhill...

Leave the building long before
his wife plunged to her death.

Another witness has testified to his whereabouts...

At the very time
of his wife's suicide.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we respectfully request
that you return...

The only verdict possible.

Not guilty.

You've done better.

Philip's home from the hospital.
I should be there with him.

Who knew the jury
would be out for a week?

If they acquit,
he's gonna go out and kill somebody else or another woman.

Bailiff just called.
The jury's coming back in.

[Moe] Well,
let's see what they have to say. Come on.

Aren't you going
to hold my hand?

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
have you reached a verdict?

I'm sorry, your honor.
I have to report that we're hopelessly deadlocked.

[Judge] You don't see any possibility of reaching a verdict?

We've been in there six days,
and we're not even close.

I think it's hopeless,
your honor.

I could you send you back
for further deliberation.

The way we're divided,
it wouldn't make much difference.

Do the other members
of the jury agree?

- The jury is dismissed.
- That's it.

The prosecution will move
to retry with all dispatch,

and ask the court
to set a new trial date.

[Judge] I'll take that under advisement.
I will hear motions tomorrow morning.

Defendant's bail is continued.
Court is adjourned. [Gavel pounds]

Thank you so much.
Thank you. I appreciate it.

I really am grateful.
Thank you.

Thank you. Well, can't win 'em all.
Thank you very much.

Bye, honey.

Well, if there's a next time,
I guess I can't depend on you.

I'm sure you'll find
somebody wonderful.

Get lost. I'm still talkin'
to my attorney.

I'll, um, be outside.

You know, I feel cheated.

I never got a chance
to take the stand.

I swear to tell the whole truth
and nothing but the truth...

So help me God.

Well, aren't you
a little curious?

You seem anxious
to tell me all about it.

When did you first decide
to murder your wife?

About a year ago.

I hadn't really
made up my mind...

Until one night Rita and I
were out at dinner...

And I saw something
that cinched it for me.

What did you see?

You.

I saw you, Jennifer.

It was at the como inn.

You were celebrating
a victory.

Of course, I'd seen
your picture in the newspaper.

But when I saw you in person,

up close--

I realized
that this was something...

That we had to do together.

I'd kill her,
and you'd defend me.

So I started to learn
everything I could about you.

I even arranged a visit
to taos, new Mexico...

The same week
you took your vacation.

I booked myself
into the summit lodge,

and I took the adjoining room
on the third floor,

right next to yours.

Why are you
telling me this now?

Jenny.

Everybody knows
we're lovers.

They just don't know
how long it's been going on...

Or how long we'd
been planning the murder...

Together.

I even sent you a gift.

I charged it
on my credit card...

And had it delivered
to your room.

I'm sure the shopkeeper
has a record.

The turquoise bracelet?
Mm-hmm.

It was you.
Did you like it?

Can you imagine
how that would look...

Should you ever decide to violate your
vow of silence about this murder...

Or any other murders?

You sent that letter.

You forged
your wife's signature.

You wrote this
entire scenario.

We just played out
our parts.

I could make you handle
my defense if I wanted to.

But frankly I'm beginning
to tire of you.

You're not nearly as tough or as smart as I thought you were.

Then I have
no further questions.

The witness
may step down.

Or I could sue your firm
for malpractice...

And collect
a goddamn fortune...

Over that stupid
phony evidence you planted.

Lawyer tries to frame
her own client, film at 11:00.

Honey, you would be
finished forever.

Why don't you
just do it?

Because...

We've been close,

haven't we, Jennifer?

Closer than most people
who fuck.

Why?

Why did you take
the gloves off...

Before you killed her?

It felt better.

Killing with gloves on
would be like...

Fucking with a rubber.

[Door crashing open]

Bye, Jennifer!

Good luck!

[Moe]
What'd he do?

You haven't said a word
since we left the courtroom.

What did that bastard
say to you?

Moe, I've--

I've looked into the face
of somebody so...

Evil.

I've heard words so vile.

Moe, I've gotta destroy him.

What are you talkin' about?

All the evidence
you gathered:

Selma Hanks,

the woman on life-support,
where is it?

Right here.

Have you got a copier?
No.

What are you thinking?

Hold on to that file.

I'm going down to the state's attorney's office tomorrow.

I'm gonna tell them everything I know about David greenhill.

It would never be admissible.

All they'd need is corroborating
evidence of their own.

Are you nuts?
If something like that...

Ever got out, it could be mean disbarment,
the end of your career.

I don't care if it means
I'm indicted.

He made me
an accomplice, moe.

And I'm not gonna let him keep walking
the streets looking for another vulnerable,

helpless woman to kill.

And he will, moe.

He will.

Now look, Jennifer.

I've known you all your life.

You'd be giving up everything
you ever cared for.

It's worth it.

It's worth it, moe.

All right now, please.

Huh? Just think about it.

I've been thinking about it ever since we left the courtroom.

He is going down, moe.

He is going down.

Now, are you gonna be
all right tonight?

I'm picking Phil up
at his office at 10:00.

I'll pull myself together by then.
Is he back to work already?

The doctors felt his job
would be the best therapy.

Nah, you're the best therapy.
[Laughing]

Why don't you marry
the poor bastard?

Thanks, moe.

[Door opening]

Well. What can I do for you?

Well, I thought
I might be able to...

Help you out with that little biography you've been writin' about me.

You know,
maybe help fill in some of the gaps.

Why would I be
interested in you?

[Chuckles]

'Cause I'm a remarkable
fellow, moe.

You've never met anyone
quite like me before.

God, places like these
are bad for my allergies.

Well, I don't like
to throw things away.

Yeah, well, moe,
sometimes you...

Gotta get rid of the old
to make way for the new.

You know
what I mean?

I mean, let's face it.

Old people, they just kind of
clutter up the world.

You know what I mean?

They walk too slow and they talk too slow and they drive too slow...

And they're always
in the fuckin' way.

Try to remind you
about how things used to be.

Pain in the ass, really.

If you're lookin'
for your file,

I had it copied and put
in the safety deposit box.

No. Not you, moe.

No computer, no fax.

No xerox.

Uh-uh. You wouldn't have
that shit in your office.

Nope. It's in here somewhere.

Well, feel free
to look around.

I'll be back
in the morning.

Well, if you're not gonna
help me look for it,

then this whole fuckin' place
has gotta go.

Goddamn firetrap anyway.

See, the way I see it,
you were workin' late one night,

and you fell asleep...

With one of them cigars
in your hand.

Stray ash...

Fell off and caught
those newspapers on fire.

You were overcome by smoke.

It's better than wasting away in a hospital...

Day after day,
don't ya think, moe?

I mean, really.
What--

what the--

crazy! Crazy bastard!

Damn crazy son of a bitch!
What the fuck are you doin'?

Your car is waiting
for you, miss Haines.

Good evening,
miss Haines. Hi, gene.

[Elevator dinging]

[David sighs]

I guess it was more of a marriage than either one of us thought, huh?

'Til death do us part
and all that shit.

You won't do anything to me.
Moe has got...

A stack of evidence on you
from Boston to Atlanta.

If I should have
an accident--

you know, it's a good
night for accidents.

Moe already had one.

Oh, well,
that changes everything.

God, you've had...

Just a terrible month,
haven't you, Jennifer?

First your boyfriend gets beaten up and put in the hospital,

then a hung jury...

And now your best friend
goes and dies on ya.

Hmpf. Very depressing.

Suicidally so.

No one's gonna believe you.

I don't know.

So far, everyone's believed
everything I want them to.

And there won't be
a mark on ya.

Just a leap
from a high place.

How about the mark on you?

Exhibit a!
Your skin under my nails!

Exhibit b!
Your hair in my hands!

Exhibit c!
Teeth marks!

[Screams]

Aah!

[Both screaming]

Aah!

[Gasping]
Oh, God.

[Moaning]

[Moaning]

[Gasping, moaning]

Watch those doors.
Watch the doors, Phil.

I wanna see security
in my office right away.

You're gonna be fine, darlin'.
Phil?

You're gonna be just fine.

Mm-hmm. Relax, ma'am.
Try not to move.

Nice and easy.
Don't move.

I beat him, Phil.

I beat him. Tough way
to win a case.

[Laughs]

[Siren wailing]