All language subtitles for Law and Order CI s07e06 Courtship.eng

Please, Your Honor, don't
be blinded by my wife's fame.

She's using my son as a weapon.

Clay junior needs me.
This is parental alienation.

As a father myself, my heart goes out.

But it is my duty to act
in the best interests of the child.

Therefore I am denying your motion
to amend visitation rights.

Ocean. Ocean.

Frye! Frye!

I love my son.
You hear me?

Darren, we speak only in court.

- I've got something for you.
- Easy!

- No one needs to get hurt here.
- No, no one does.

- I want you to take this.
- What is this?

It's sort of a brief to show you
my side of things.

It is too risky. He is making wild
accusations. I am out!

Do what you have to do.

I... I understand how angry you are.

I'm... I'm angry too.

I'm trying to figure out
how all this happened.

Jay. We need to talk.

Monica, I have a couple waiting.

You cancel them or I will.

She's losing it.
She just walked in on me in session.

You're her boss, Jay.
You can't let her just...

Don't worry.
I won't.

It's over.

My hero.

He's a director.
She's an actress.

It is narcissism on parade.

- Monica, you're not coming?
- I have to finish this.

Give my rubber chicken to someone else.

A situation with your patient?
I thought you talked to Jay.

He dies Jackie's involved.

Give my regards to the assemblymen.

Mom, leftover Thai in the fridge,
how old is it?

How about rubber chicken instead?

Monica Frye, couples counselor.

Her husband Harvey Frye is
a Brooklyn Supreme Court judge.

The judge find the body?

He and his daughter coming home
from a fundraiser.

Your partner had me check their alibi.

She got here that early?

So, Logan?

Let me get you up to speed here.
Two shots.

First one grazed shoulder.

Yeah, she touched the wound,

turn around grabbed the sink.

Second shot killed her.

Officer.

Hollow point, Teflon-clad.
Kitchen window didn't shatter.

These look like KTW's.

Brass core, military
and law enforcement use only.

Banned to the public.
Shooter was a pro with access.

The thing I don't get...

He'd a pro...
how'd he miss the first shot?

You don't waste time, do you, Falacci?

Not on the job.

By the way... Falacci, what is that?

Some kind of fair-haired
Greenwich Connecticut Italian name?

Father's Sicilian.
Mother's a Mick. No contest.

Hey!

- What's he doing in here?
- The judge asked...

He asked if he could hose down
the crime scene? That okay too?

Get him out of here.
He's a suspect.

Don't look at my partner.
He's got my back, not yours.

It's all right, Campesi.
Go on, get him out of here.

Take a cigarette break,
would you, Falacci?

The last thing you wanna do
is piss off a Supreme Court judge.

Judge Frye?

I'm Detective Mike Logan.

Your partner, she had no right.

My wife is dead.

I understand.

25 years we're married.

You went to a fundraiser tonight,
and your wife stayed home.

She had a situation at work.

And her work, was this a clinic
or a private practice?

The Alberstein Institute.

Her clients, when, uh,
she couldn't make them happy,

it ate her up inside.

You think any of these clients were unhappy
enough to take it out on her personally?

She didn't talk specifics.

Patient confidentiality.

But with, uh, couples counseling,
there are anger management issues.

Her files are at the institute.

Tech is working on her laptop.

Every file is password protected
except for that letter to her boss.

She was home last night writing it.

She's accusing a fellow therapist,

Jackie Gold, of going through her files.

One of Monica's patients claimed
that sensitive information

he revealed in one-on-one therapy was
leaked to his wife's divorce attorney.

"Client X."
She's even discreet in her letter.

So you two have to discreetly
finesse access from her files.

- And screen every therapist that...
- Don't rule out judge Frye.

He could be piggybacking on whatever...

At the institute.

Logan, the judge arouse your suspicion?

His alibi checked out.

He seemed shaken.

The hit was professional.
The judge could have hired someone.

Except she was supposed to go
with him to the benefit.

Judge could have picked a fight
so that she'd stay home.

Well, he certainly picked
a fight with the chief of D's.

Come here.

Which one of you kicked
the judge out of his own home?

Guilty or not,
he had no right to be there.

I'm not questioning what you did, Logan.

It's how you did it.
He's a Supreme Court judge.

I threw Frye out.
Not Logan.

The judge is the victim's husband.
That makes him the lead suspect.

You made the right call, detective.
But this isn't Brooklyn North.

This is Major Case.

You're dealing with
a higher class of criminal.

What are you saying,
I should give him the run of the place?

There's a protocol when you...

When you secure a crime scene, really?

There's also a protocol with me, Detective.

Well, it looks like, uh,
IRA's got something.

We get it.
Point taken, Captain.

I don't need anyone telling me...

What?

I'm just not used to being
the voice of reason.

Clearly Monica had a lot of anger,
but I never saw this letter.

We know you didn't.

She was writing it right
before she was murdered.

So you see.

But we did see the e-mails
she sent to Jackie Gold.

- She BCC'd you on those.
- She did.

And I assured her that doctor Gold
never rifled through her files,

but Monica had become obsessed.

All right, well, this "Client X,"

we're gonna need his files
and his contact info.

I can't.
Confidentiality.

Jay. Monica's 3:00 just showed.

Oh, I didn't realize.

Can you inform them, Jackie?

That's doctor Gold?

How long have you worked with her?

Six years.
Excellent therapist.

If there's anything else
I can do for you...

Falacci.

Is this a woman's hair?

Dyed blonde... with a dark root,
just like Dr. Gold.

She's often in my office working.

With her back pressed up
against the wall?

Let's see.
She's about my height in heels.

Probably kept her heels on, though, huh?

I'm gonna have to ask you to leave now.

Where were you last night?

Just so you know, Doc,

CSU is gonna work through this room
with a fine-tooth comb.

Talking about, like,
the couch, chair, rug...

Enough.

Dr. Gold and I were working
on her new book till late.

Even so, you two are still
our lead suspects

unless you can produce client X's file.

- I never gave you this.
- Got it.

Appreciate it, Doc.

You can let yourselves out.

Oh, Client X.
Okay...

okay.

What? Don't tell me, NYPD?

FBI.

Agent Billings?

Can I help you?

Oh, hey. How you doing?

Detectives Logan, Falacci.

I just wanna ask you a few questions
about a suspect you might know.

Suspect? Who?

Actually, a victim.

Monica Frye was shot and killed
Thursday night.

Yeah?

Your therapist?

Former therapist.

Off the record, okay?

It is if you didn't kill Monica Frye.

Zena is a therapeutic counselor.

In black latex and spike heels?

We were working
on my control issues, okay?

Somehow your wife's
divorce attorney found out.

And you only person you told was Frye.

And she was shot by a pro.

Look, I was on duty Thursday night.
My supervisor will confirm.

Look, I'm not your guy.

I feel guilty I even accused Dr. Frye.

I thought it was her fault.
I did some digging.

Thursday night I found out my wife
had hired a PI named Ronald Hawk.

Ronnie Hawk?
Ex-CIA?

Yeah.

So my client's spouse thinks
I bugged his shrink's office.

You know how many times
I've heard that one?

Well, did you?

I'm in the business 20 years.
I don't need to do anything illegal.

My gut pegged Agent Billings
as a pervert from day one.

Uh, Jose Seijas, Detective?

It's Dominican.
Not Cuban.

I'll take a rain check.

How about you, Miss Falacci?

Okay.

You're a smart man, Mr. Hawk.

How do you think his wife's
divorce attorney

found out Agent Billings was
getting whipped for kicks?

Hey, we're all detectives,
after the same thing, the truth.

Until I started digging, no one knew
the Judge's wife was Agent Billings' therapist.

A total conflict of interest.

Are you saying that Judge Frye was
scheduled to hear the Billings' divorce?

I point that out to my client's attorney,
he insists that the Judge recuse himself.

It must have slipped my mind.
I've been overwrought.

But yes, I did recuse myself recently.

He's an FBI Agent.
Your wife mention him?

He accused her of leaking
information about him

and a hooker, or a dominatrix,
something unsavory.

She offered you that information?

I thought she was big on patient privacy.

She came home.

She was upset.

I asked her what it was about.
She told me.

You've never discussed a case
with your wife?

- No.
- So she told you about the dominatrix.

And you sold that tidbit
to his wife's lawyer.

- You are out of order, Detective.
- Judge, this man's a suspect.

And we have to track how his file leaked.

Well, I might have... I may have
talked to a lawyer on the golf course.

25 years we were together.
I cooked for her every night.

I'm sorry, Judge, but we had to ask.

Excuse me, but you said
that you cooked for her?

Monica could do anything
except boil water.

And she was shot in your kitchen.

Ever occur to you that she wasn't
the target, but you were?

Me?

Why would anyone want me dead?

Judge Frye should rot in hell.

He says I'm not fit to be a mother.

My husband gambles, drinks,
and I am unfit?

Okay, I got it, Habiba, so then you left
the threatening messages.

He says I am an uneducated woman.
I should find work.

Then he took my girls away.

Your husband wanted custody?

He just wanted to see me suffer.

In court he laughed.

"Welcome to American," he says,
"everyone can be bought."

Now, he could said that to just,
you know, intimidate you.

His sister, she says he brags
about how he was an in with the Judge.

Thursday night Habiba Morelle was
working a 14-hour shift as a nanny.

She doesn't have the resources
to hire a hit man.

Okay, we're back to Judge Frye.

What do we know about his resources?

He drives a ten-year-old Beamer.
He lives in the house he grew up in.

If he's on the take, uh, it's well hidden.

So far I've procured 21 divorce proceedings
the Judge has ruled on.

In all of these the spouses have
to provide financials.

If he's in the pocket of a specific firm,
maybe he overreached.

No, we checked that too.

Six lawyers, four firms.
No obvious connection to the Judge.

I did get two attorneys to admit they won
because one side just folded.

Protracted legal battles,
and out of nowhere,

one spouse just caved.

No one caves in a divorce.

Unless their ex has dirt on them.

Falacci, let me see those.

The files.
Just give me a bunch.

It's not the lawyer the winners
have in common.

It's the PI.

You look beautiful.

I can't stand the stink of those.

I got a call from Judge Frye.

The cops think whoever killed
his wife meant to kill him.

What did he tell them?

That he doesn't have an enemy
in the world.

Lock the door.

I am familiar with these cases.

That's the greedy one.

Never shares.

Save some for your girlfriend.

But, uh...

I can't compromise confidentiality.

Okay, well, off the record.
We noticed a pattern.

You mean my clients win?

Especially when the case goes
before Judge Frye.

I don't deal with the Judge.
I deal with counsel.

My clients win because I find proof
that their spouses are undesirables.

- What's this about?
- The shooting at the Judge's house.

We think he was the target,
not the wife.

Well, it couldn't be one of my clients
because, as you say, they always win.

Come on, Hawk.
We're all detectives here.

What's your, uh, what's your gut say?

You're talking about
the father of my child.

I don't believe it.

Clay did make threats, Christine.

I'm worried for little Clay
if this leaks out.

We're celebrities.
It's open season on people like us.

It won't leak, honey.

- Is that clear, detectives?
- Absolutely.

Ms. Mayfield, we understand
that Mr. Darren threatened Judge Frye.

He did... he did, yes,
on my answering machine.

It was, um, pretty disturbing.

Is there any chance you saved it?

I detest confrontation of any kind.

But...

um, I'm in the fight of my life.

You think I don't know
what's going on, Chrissy?

Every time that Judge rules in your favor,

do you spread your legs, or do
you just get on your knees?

This is Clay junior
you're taking away from me.

My only son.

You're not gonna get away with it,
sweetheart, and neither is Frye!

Next time that water buffalo
climbs on top of you,

He better watch his back!

Nice, I guess we found our plaintiff
with the anger management issues.

And the wife just happened to save this?

She said she was very worried
about it leaking out.

You mean worried it wouldn't get out.

Somehow it was up
on Youtube this morning.

Not it's everywhere.
The press is having a field day.

Wow, okay, so Christine used us
as a cover to leak the tape.

- Scorched earth, huh?
- How's his alibi?

Clay refuses to talk
without an arrest warrant.

A real drama king.

Start with a search warrant.
That might be enough to shake him up.

You're looking for a gun here?
I'm a pacifist.

Didn't you see my benefit,
"No more guns live"?

It was televised on Bravo!

I missed that.
I did hear your tape.

What... hey, that was taken out of context.

- I was not threatening the Judge.
- Carlson.

Hey, that's my boy's.
Leave it alone.

Well, look what I found.

A gun in my boy's bag!
That crosses the line.

I'll kill her.
I'll kill her.

- Clay. Visualize.
- And I'll take...

Ocean. Ocean.

Ocean, ocean, ocean.

- Ocean.
- Ocean.

You do realize you're up for murder?

Come on. What's my motivation?

Why shoot the wife?
Why keep the gun?

- Didn't you say this was professional...
- Whoa, whoa!

- We wanna believe you.
- Okay.

Can't confirm your alibi.

How well did you know your date?

Let me level with you.

I'm gonna... you know.

I met Tracey that night.

Cute little brunette.
You know what I mean?

A real cinephile.
Knew all my work.

Even "Us, Again."

Oh, "Us, Again."
My most personal film. You know.

Completely misunderstood
by the critics.

And Tracey understood it,

so you took her home
and had sex with her.

Anybody see you two leave together?

The way I'm hounded
in the Tabloids...

No. I had her wait at the bar for
ten minutes to avoid the Paparazzi.

The Paparazzi, soulless maggots.

Miserable, morbid bloodsuckers,
leeching off people...

Clay, Clay.
Are you listening to me?

Yes.

- You are in big trouble.
- I know that.

- We've got bad alibi...
- Okay.

Threats...

Murder weapon.

I didn't need to shoot the Judge.

- I was blackmailing him.
- Clay, what are you...

No ocean.

We wanna hear this.
Go ahead.

One of the bailiffs, a fan, tipped me off.

Said that Frye took gifts to fix cases.

That Thursday, I followed Frye
to the street.

I gave him a letter threatening to out him.

He called me that night,

and he swore that he would
rule in my favor.

Did anybody see
you two talking together?

Yes.

The soulless maggots
snapped a few shots.

Okay, we spoke.
He was stalking me.

He accuses you of taking bribes?

I decide my cases
on their merits, Miss.

I've gone through your cases, Your Honor.

You seem to find merits whenever
Ronnie Hawk asks you to.

You're attacking me?

My wife is dead.
I can barely make it through the day.

You have your gun.
You've got the killer.

We're not so sure, Judge.

Look, if you're on the take,
I don't give a rat's ass.

The one thing I do believe
that you told us is that you love Monica.

She was my life.

Yeah, and if Clay did convince
you to reverse,

he's got no motive.

Don't let someone get away
with killing her.

Okay.

He made some wild accusations.

I decided given his temper
and his celebrity,

I didn't need the grief.
I called him that afternoon.

I told him that I would reverse myself.

Who else did you tell?

Don't thank me. That was good
detective work, arresting Clay.

Yeah, but you led us to him.

We were hoping you could
give us some insight.

What's with all these adapters?

I travel a lot,
tracking offshore accounts.

What do you want to know about Clay?

Yeah, we're having a problem
with his motive.

Motive?

He's been threatening
the Judge for years.

He goes off when he loses.

- And he was losing bad.
- That's what we thought too,

but it turns out the Judge was about
to rule in Clay's favor.

And Clay knew that.

- Clay tell you that?
- Actually, Judge Frye told us.

So this is news to you?

You're pausing.

Trying to figure out what else
the Judge told us?

You're fishing.
Trying to get me to show my hand.

We already know it, Hawk.

You see, the Judge also told us

that you knew he reversed himself
five hours before his wife was shot.

How did Christine react when she learned
her judicial winning streak was over?

Let me tell you about Christine.

Clay's put her through hell and back.

The first time they were married,
he thought she was having an affair.

He drives six hours to location,
kicks down the trailer door,

tries to flush her costar down the toilet.

- He's Loony Tooney.
- And she's married him three times.

She's a loyal, caring person.

And they have a child together.

Look, whatever the Judge told me,
I kept in confidence.

If Clay got to him,
Christine had no idea.

Well, then I guess you know
what my next question is going to be.

The night of the murder
I was at my office the whole time.

Car never left the garage.

- Working late, huh?
- I fell asleep.

Call me if I can be of any more help.

What happened to your fish?

You seemed pretty attached to them.

One of them died, and
the other one just, uh, gave up.

"Clay Darren Inks Deal to
Helm $100 Mil Thriller"

Mommy's meeting may take a while.
Drive CJ to Starbucks.

Get a strawberry Frappuccino.

How long will I have to wait?

And a cookie.

Did you come here to gloat?

So, Clay, tell me about the new movie.

So you're saying because Hawk
has foreign adapters in his office,

and he emptied out his fish tank,
he's planning to flee the country?

Not by himself.

We checked his phone records.
All ten of them.

He's been making calls
to various consulates.

I ran a check on countries
with no extradition treaties.

Most of them you wouldn't
want to go to, but...

I called the airlines.

Three tickets to the Maldives
Islands one way.

Purchased a day after
the Judge's wife was killed.

Hawk's dumb enough to think
she'll run away with him?

He's in love with her.

He's not stupid enough to lie to us.

The only time he did was
to protect her.

I wonder if she feels the same way.

The Maldives, sure?
He wanted to open up a bait shop.

Did he mention to you that
he bought three plane tickets?

Well, he has a lot of friends.

Well, no. The other two were
for you and Clay JR.

Oh, well.
That's just sad.

Hawk was planning
on running away with you.

Mr. Hawk may have misinterpreted
our relationship.

This is not the first time
this has happened to me.

How in love with you was he?

If I tell you the truth,

can you guarantee my safety?

Absolutely.

Hawk called me to his office...

And told me that he shot
the Judge's wife...

For me.

He said we were gonna frame Clay
just to get him out of our lives.

And you agreed to this?

Hawk had a sweater of mine
with gun residue on it.

He said that if I didn't play along,
that I would go down too.

Didn't you say Hawk was
in love with you?

So were my stalkers.

I've been living in hell.

Clay is in prison
for a crime he didn't commit.

And where were you while Hawk was off
shooting the Judge's wife?

I was with Clay.

We were having, um,
one of our reconciliations.

Hawk would've killed me.

And I begged Clay not to say anything.

Yes, Christine was with me that night.

We banged in the Jacuzzi.

- Why didn't you tell us this before?
- Hawk.

Christine is so afraid of him.

So you let her frame you for murder?

No, me and Christine,
one week we want to kill each other.

The next week we can't keep
our hands off each other.

I knew I wasn't going to prison.

Yeah. Right.

But what I've been doing here is immersing
myself in the feel of this place.

My next flick is about an ex-cop
on the hook for murder,

so while I'm here, it's, like...

I am that guy.

Clay,

you gotta wake up.

You can't still think I'm guilty.

He framed you pretty good.

The murder weapon was
in your son's closet.

Your boy tell you how it got there?

My mom told me
that I should tell the truth,

that we don't have to be afraid
of Mr. Hawk anymore.

I didn't pack the suitcase myself.
Mr. Hawk put the gun in it.

He told me to leave it
at daddy's house.

He said that if I didn't do what he said,
or if I told anyone the truth,

he'd take my mom away.
I'd never see her again.

So Hawk shoots the Judge's wife,
frames Clay,

which he thinks so went him Christine.

Then she balks, so he threatens
to frame her.

And after all this, he still thinks
she'll run away with him to the Maldives?

- That's her story.
- Okay, go back to Mr. Hawk.

Let him know his vacation plans are
changing and bring along a no-knock warrant.

A no-knock?

My door's always open to you guys.

I got permits.

Christine told us about your
secret room behind the bookcase.

She wouldn't do that.

You wanna tell me the code, or
should we just bust the whole thing down?

26, 4, 3.

Wow. Some secret room.

Brass core KTW bullets.

The same bullet that killed Monica Frye.

You know, Christine fingered you
as the shooter, Hawk.

Said it was your idea to frame Clay.

She put the whole rap on you.

She wouldn't do that.
Not to me.

Hawk, she already did it.

Look, what if you had a client that was
looking at a trumped-up murder charge?

But he said his beautiful mistress
wouldn't do that to him?

What would your gut say?

All right, I lied to you before.
I'm sorry.

I did tell Christine that
the Judge was switching sides.

How'd she react?

She flipped out.

She stole one of my guns
a few hours later.

Where were you during all this?

I'm 50 years old.
I fell asleep.

After you had sex with her?

So she broke into your safe room?

I woke up.

It was midnight.
She had stolen one of my guns.

She said that we had to plant it
in Clay's house.

Why didn't you go to the police?

Did you ever see "Carolina Heat," detective?

Christine Mayfield's first film.

She was 22...
and wearing a wet T-shirt.

I mean, look at her.
Look at me.

When I was with her, I felt like
I was starring in my own movie.

That's very romantic.
Do you have any proof?

Anything.
Maybe her sweater.

I had her sweater and her shoes.

And I burned them to protect her.

Richie.

She was telling me how easy
it would be to play Clay.

The whole time she was playing me.

All right, Clay Darren really was framed.
Agreed?

Who ran the frame?

They both did.

Hawk led us to Christine.

She played us the phone message.
He planted the gun.

And who shot the Judge's wife?

Each one blames the other.

Casting reasonable doubt.
Also part of their plan?

Could be.

Except Christine has hedged her bets.

She's got Clay on her side
two against one.

Three against one.
There's the boy's testimony.

He said he was afraid of Hawk.
Kid was crying.

Just like the mother.

He said that if I didn't do what he said,
or if I told anyone the truth...

Hold it. Now watch Christine
in Carolina Heat.

My Billy Bob's not a killer.

He was trying to protect me.
I swear.

Kid's acting.
If you can call it that.

Christine coached her son
to help frame Hawk.

She switched sides.

First she used Hawk to set up Clay.

Now she's playing Clay
to set up Hawk.

Logan got Hawk to see the truth.

But Clay's a director.

In order for him to see it,
he'll have to think it's his idea.

If Hawk has confessed,
I don't understand why you need us.

Inconsistencies in his story.
We're hoping you can clear them up.

Christine, we've gotta get
this animal off the street.

I know you're spooked, honey.
But the detectives can protect you.

There's nothing to worry about.
You'll be behind one-way glass.

The claustrophobia in here.
It's visceral.

Clay, please.

Captain Ross is taking
his statement now.

So, Judge Frye, you admit
you bribed him to side with Christine?

Bribe is a strong word.

Convinced.

Clay, I had no idea he did that.

I knew that SOB was on the take.

Nothing to do with you.
I know.

And then the Judge told you
he'd have to reverse himself.

Evidently Clay had intimidated him.

How did your client Christine
Mayfield react to that?

She was distraught.

Distraught? No.

Unaware.

See, that's one of the inconsistencies
we're talking about.

Right.

What happened next?

I tried to comfort Christine.

We had sex.
And then I fell asleep.

- I told you he had delusions.
- You told me, honey.

Christine, she, uh, knew just
what to do to put me out.

Meaning...?

A little move.

Reminded me of a cat.

The cat thing?

- Our cat thing?
- Clay, he's lying.

What happened next, Mr. Hawk?

I woke up a few hours later.

Christine's back on top of me sobbing.

Says she stole one of my guns
and took a shot at the Judge's house.

He's pathological.

You were sleeping with this Yutz.

- You're saying she snapped?
- That's what I thought at first.

But then Christine started
to brag how she could frame Clay.

She sent a call girl to pick him up,
pretend she was a fan,

tie him up for the evening
without an alibi.

We don't have to listen to this.
Let's go...

No, no, no, no, no.

You sent a call girl?
When?

Your original alibi,
Tracey, the Cinephile?

Just... let's just go.

We checked around at your restaurant.
Turns out she works out-call.

No. No way.
No way.

That girl really understood
my work as an artist. She knew...

Let me guess.

Just your type, right?

Yeah. Exactly.

You paid her to do me?

What? You actually think
she liked "Us, Again"?

She wasn't even born
when it came out.

She probably coached her
just like she coached your son.

Look, Clay.
Don't listen to any of this.

We are gonna be fine... / Wait...
wait a minute. What do you mean?

She coached my boy?

Yeah, you know,
how to create hose fake tears.

You recognize this move?

My cheap acting trick.
You used it in Carolina Heat.

You taught it to me, you hack!

How could you drag CJ into this?

- He loves his mommy.
- She was using your son.

It was easy.
He'll do anything to please me.

Just like every man
in your life, Christine?

Yeah, actually.
You know how it is.

They all look at me, hungry.

Give me, give me a look.

A smile, a little sugar.

I'm curious, Clay,

what did she tell you
when she visited you at Rikers?

- Don't listen to him, Clay.
- I don't... I don't...

She told me...

She... she....
She...

She told me to say that I was
with her the night of the murder.

That she was giving me an alibi.

No, she was giving herself an alibi.

Christine, how could you...

You did this.
All of it.

- You're such a selfish bitch.
- You mean survivor.

What was I supposed to do?
Count on you?

- Easy. Clay.
- No.

My loving husband screwing every
wannabe starlet that crossed his path.

I always loved you.

So what?
Get in line.

Hawk with his stinking cigar breath,
Judge Frye fawning all over me!

So you were doing the Judge.
I knew it.

I bought him a few steak dinners.

Let him cop a feel in the booth.

Then he had the nerve to tell me
that he was in love with his wife.

His wife?

It was you.
You shot her.

Frye was gonna rule against me

after I let him think that he was someone
that I would lower myself to sleep with.

I only wished I would
have shot him instead.

You told me that Hawk was the killer.

And you believed me, you idiot?

You lied to me.

And you made Clay Jr., lie too.

- He's just a boy.
- Don't kid yourself.

An innocent.
Like you were when we met.

If you ever thought
that I was innocent,

then you never knew me at all.

- Good-bye for the last time, Clay.
- Not so fast,

Christine Mayfield, you're under arrest
for the murder of Monica Frye...

- I don't understand.
- That's it. It's over.

It's not over.

Clay can't testify against me.
We're still married.

He can if he wants to.

Clay, I love you.

Where's the DA?

This way.

Come on.

He'll come crawling back.
He always does.

You'll see.

Judge Frye has agreed
to early retirement.

Hawk and Clay are with the DA
playing let's-make-a-deal.

They'll both testify against Christine.

Nice work, you two.

Hey. Let's grab a beer.

Oh, yeah, right. Sorry.
You gotta get back to your husband.

And kids.

Maybe another time.
Good night.

Good night, Falacci.

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