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[male announcer]
In New York City's
war on crime,

the worst criminal offenders
are pursued

by the detectives
of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

Gentlemen!

Aim!

Fire!

[crowd applauds]

You can get up now, Judge.

You guys stay right here
until I come back.

Do not move!

Police.
Stand back.

Oh, no, please God!

He's gone.

[Maureen]
Tommy!

Tommy.

[sobbing]
Tommy, no!

[Ross]
Judge Thomas Layton

was re-enacting
the Hamilton-Burr Duel.

Has anybody left
the island?

No one,
not even my boys.

Your boys?
Are they okay?

Considering.

I put them to work collecting
camcorders from the crowd.

Is that Maureen Pagolis
with them?

The former
State Senator herself.

The man in blue
is her husband, George,

the former embezzler.

He played Burr.

[Goren]
So the entry wound

is through his back.

How many gunshots
did you hear?

Just two,
from the pistols.

Well, if there had
been a boat,

you would've seen it
or heard it.

So that means that the kill
shot came from over there?

That was to be
a mile away.

Hell of a shot.

Why would he be wearing

a bulletproof vest
to a re-enactment?

I don't know, but if a bullet
came across the East River

and pierced armor,
this is a military hit.

It's crazy, huh?

My wife makes me do
this duel thing,

and then Tommy
gets shot for real.

You knew the Judge.

Well, 15 years.

Maureen went to work for him
when she got out of Yale.

Tommy was my mentor
and first boss.

He's the reason I got
into public service.

I'm Maureen Pagolis.

You spoke at my Academy
graduation ceremony.

So what happened here?

Was one of the pistols
loaded with real ammunition?

Maureen, he got
shot in the back, huh?

I knew the second he fell

it wasn't the way
we rehearsed it.

You rehearsed this?

Yeah, last Sunday.

It's history, right?
Can't fake it.

Got it.

What the hell is that?

This is business end
of the new 418-grain

tungsten penetrator.

The whole bullet's
four inches long.

It looks like
a little missile.

There's only one gun
in the world that shoots it.

CheyTac Long Range
Sniper Rifle.

Give me 20 minutes,

I'll tell you
where it was fired from.

[Goren]
Whoa. It's windy up here.

[Mike]
The CheyTac comes
with its own

handheld weather station,

a wrist computer
to measure the slant angle,

and a separate
ballistic computer.

It corrects for wind,
air temp,

and spin of the Earth.

Piece of cake.

For maybe five or six guys
on the Eastern Seaboard.

Your guy's a pro.

He would need a smart nest
to--to snipe from.

This is sheltered
from the other buildings.

How big is this gun?

Well, it's designed
for easy infiltration,

so he could've carried it
in a large case,

assembled it up here,

easy teardown afterwards.

This is gun not
a shoulder mount.

He probably used
a bi-pod.

These scratch marks
could be from the recoil.

Took the shell casing
with him.

Shells come out hot?

Very.
To the right of the weapon.

Our shooter was here.

[Faith Yancy]
A duel re-enactment gone bad

involving scandal-plagued
George Pagolis,

bad boy husband
of Maureen Pagolis,

is seen as yet another blow
to her political career.

Not only was George
previously indicted

for embezzlement
and perjury,

he's been a material witness
in connection with

several mob investigations.

The tabloid press has caught
him time and time again

flagrantly escorting
young lovelies around town.

No politician in New York
has done more work for women

than Maureen Pagolis.

The, um, shelters,
the childcare programs.

She's been absolutely amazing.

She's done a ton of fund-raising
for battered women.

I mean,
I just don't understand

why people have to judge
her personal life

based on what
her husband does.

Which has absolutely nothing
to do with all of her good work.

Sister, I am begging you.

Would you drop
the dead weight already?

A woman politician
taking the fall

for her corrupt husband.

You never see it go
the other way.

You look up to her,
don't you?

Very much.

Word to the wise.

Don't let that get in the way
of your investigation.

Right after you two
left Governors Island,

a private boat pulls up.

Turns out Pagolis called
his chauffer.

Didn't want to wait
for the ferry.

Maureen Pagolis
went along with that?

She's not the type
to pull rank.

She didn't.

She stayed with the Judge's
body till it was moved.

She called his family.

Thanked every officer individually.

And then cried

on cue for the TV news.

You sound cynical
about Mrs. Pagolis.

Well, she is angling
to be the city's

first woman mayor.

She was also a very good
friend of the Judge.

So she should know why
he was wearing a vest.

She didn't, but the U.S.
Attorney's Office did.

A prison wire tap

picked up a threat
on Judge Layton's life

late last week.

He turned down
a security detail,

but agreed to the vest.

So the threat you picked
up against Judge Layton

wasn't viable?

No, some wannabe goomba

knew we were
wire tapping him,

so he made some death threats
just to jerk us around.

You didn't get a chance
to tell the Judge.

Well, we tried to contact
the Judge this afternoon

to tell them to take
the vest off.

He'd already been shot.

If you're looking
for suspects,

the U.S. Attorney's Office
betting pool

is six to one,
George Pagolis.

How come Maureen stays
married to Pagolis

no matter how many times
he cheats on her,

or he gets indicted?

Like my mother would say,
you know, if she stays in it,

she must be getting
something out of it.

Maybe Maureen's
loyal to a fault.

Or... maybe she depends

on his construction company
to finance her campaigns.

Well, he may have financed
her first campaigns,

he sabotaged her last ones.

His timing's impeccable.

The minute she announced
for Senate,

the story of his love nest
is all over the papers.

When she was up
for that cabinet post,

he went down
for embezzlement.

What?

Impeccable timing.

How did the sniper know
when to pull the trigger

from so far away?

Okay, what am I missing?

Well, the shooter,
he'd want to time his shot

exactly with the duel,

so would enlist
the duel master.

You see?
He's signaling.

Now, that little salute,
in American Sign Language,

that means "gentlemen."

Then, see, he points.

That's "aim."

And then...

"Fire."

Why bother?

Why not just shoot him

the first time
he had a clear shot?

A guy that can
pin a shot like this,

he's like a--a Swiss watchmaker.

He'd not only
want to accurate,

he'd want to be elegant.

Thank you, ma'am.

Thank you.

You okay, Mrs. P?

I'm a wreck, Dave-O.

No problem.

You just hang in there.

What, you gotta talk
to everybody?

It's a funeral service,
not a fund-raiser.

Where to?

Home.

The cemetery.

Maureen,
you've done enough.

You gave
a beautiful eulogy.

Tommy's gone!

I make these.

Nitrated paper blanks.

They're ignited
by the powder,

so we, uh, get a big bang,
lots of smoke.

And the hand signals?

"Gentlemen, aim, fire."

That got you
a really big bang.

No.

No!

You signaled someone, Mr. Few.

I'm sorry.

I try to remember
not to sign,

but sometimes
when I'm nervous

I can't help it.

My wife's deaf.

We've been married
for 30 years, so...

I talk with my hands, yes.

So you weren't
signaling the shooter?

No!

Of course not.

Did you think... No.

This blue jacket here
is out of place.

I know, I know.

Before Mr. Pagolis and
the Judge traded costumes,

we tried to find
the Judge a larger size.

It wouldn't button.

My son brought it back.

He doesn't care
where they go.

They traded costumes when?

For the rehearsal,
the Judge played Burr.

But come the duel, he's
wearing a bulletproof vest.

His blue jacket
is too tight.

We tried this one,
and then George says,

"Look, let's just switch.
I'll be Burr."

Pagolis was supposed
to wear the gray.

Yeah, he got shot
in rehearsal,

but Judge Layton got--

Oh, dear.

So you think...

Best shot
of the killer's life

and he hit the wrong guy.

The duel master
was telling the truth.

His wife has been deaf
since her teens.

So the sniper took
his own cue

aiming for
the man in gray.

George Pagolis.

He has to suspect the hit
was meant for him.

And somehow, he forgot
to mention that to us.

Excuse us.

Uh, we're here to see
George Pagolis.

Mr. Pagolis
is in session.

[George]
Send him in, Manny.

Detective.

Uh, we can come back.

Oh, sorry, didn't know
you brought your partner with.

Throw a towel on me,
will you?

[sighs]
What can I do for you?

We found out about

your last minute
costume change.

We wondered why you forgot
to mention it to us.

Didn't seem important.

The guy in gray got shot.

Didn't seem like
an important detail?

Do you think this hit
was meant for you?

You ever heard
of Joe E. Lewis?

Al Capone's
favorite comedian.

Al loved him.

But one night,
this other thug's gal

got, um, offended by a joke.

Lewis winds up with his
throat slashed eat to ear.

He's tough.
He lives.

The next day he tells a cop,
"I cut myself shaving."

He ended up
opening for Sinatra.

Do you know anyone who might
want you dead, Mr. Pagolis?

Yeah, I do.

Next question.

Yamiko, good
to see you, sweetie.

I want to make sure you get
all the chalk off this time.

Good-bye.

[Eames]
You get the feeling there's
a long list of people

who'd want
this jerk dead?

No one keeps better
track of their enemies

than a politician.

Look, if Pagolis
won't talk to us,

maybe his wife will.

Women politicians have
a hard time

in terms of husbands.

If they have one,
that means

that they're accused of

not being there
for their family.

She's an inspiration
for all women,

you know,
in this country.

And she doesn't need
that guy on her side.

She doesn't need to put up
with all the bad things.

Judge Layton
fought tirelessly

to protect women
from abuse,

at home
and in the workplace.

So while
I am grieving today,

I am also rededicating myself
to that struggle,

as I hope you all will.

Thank you.

Yes, my husband
is in construction,

but that doesn't mean
that he's mobbed up

or that someone
has put a hit on him.

Mrs. Pagolis, your husband's
extracurricular activities

could have made him
a target.

We need to know
what you know.

Detective...

my husband is
a human being.

Our marriage has ups
and downs like any other.

The only difference is
that our life is played out

on the front pages
of the newspapers.

Makes the two of you
easy targets.

You know,
the embezzlement,

the rumor about
the affairs.

I've read all the smears.

But our three boys
need their father.

If I thought for a moment
that he was in danger,

believe me,
I would tell you.

Now, I'm sorry.

If you'll excuse me,
I really need to

get back to these
young attorneys.

She keeps her mask on.

Well, she doesn't know
who to trust,

between her husband
and the press.

She probably can't trust
her own staff.

[Dave]
Mrs. Pagolis...

she'll be up there
for a while.

Every event,
she talks to everybody.

Won't say no.

So she keeps you
waiting?

I don't mind.

She's doing her job.
I do mine.

Mr. Pagolis keep you
waiting too?

On occasion.

Must be complicated, huh?

I mean, you know,
driving two people,

two separate lives.

I get paid.

By Mr. Pagolis.

That's right.

I get paid to drive
and to keep my mouth shut.

Puts you
in a tough position

when Mrs. Pagolis asks you
where her husband's been.

She's too classy to ask.

But she's smart.
She knows.

She tells me where
she wants to go.

I take her there.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'm gonna wait in the car.

Mr. Oldren,
you probably noticed

that we have a tail
on Mr. Pagolis.

[horn honks]

It's only a matter
of time.

Fine, then.

Tell your guy
to stick close.

It's Wednesday night.

Mr. Pagolis...

he's a creature of habit.

You got plans
for the night?

[George]
It's nice to spend time
with someone who, uh,

isn't fielding ten calls
from exploratory committees

and rambling on
about social injustice.

[Valerie]
Excuse me.

[laughter]

It's about time.

Yeah?

George and I,
we're just good friends.

Who dine till midnight.

You ever pick up
your friend's check?

George would
never let me.

He's a gentleman.

You have any more questions,
you can call my husband.

He's an attorney.

Where is he tonight?

Working.
Like Maureen.

George and I have
a lot in common.

Does your wife mind
you having so many...

you know, beautiful,
female friends?

My wife's booked
eight nights a week.

You know, she's got
town hall meetings,

fund-raisers, benefits.

In fact, she's having
an award given to her

tonight in D.C., you know.

I guess you either
understand it

or you resent it.

Me?

Well, let's just say
I hate to eat alone.

Tell Silvio
the veal was--mwah--

out of this world tonight.

[waiter]
Yes, sir, Mr. Pagolis.

Would we be having
this discussion

if she was
a male politician?

I don't think so.

We wouldn't be talking about
her husband and her kids.

She's got class and style
and she fights for the city.

I'd vote for her.

But I don't like her husband
being that close

to the city's money.

Maureen.

Were you expecting
someone else?

No, I thought
you were in D.C.

Did you bring a girl here?

Huh? Where is she?

She's in your head, Maureen.

Yeah, stop it.

Come on, Mau, man's
gonna be a man, right?

His wife's away, he's gonna
go someplace else.

But now if the wife
comes home--

Oh, no, you don't
lay a finger on me.

Where'd the boys go?

They went
to a Knicks game.

I had five tickets.

We could've gone
as a family, but--

Oh, please.

I have wanted
to be your wife,

but you couldn't
quit, could you?

Not the women,
not the bribery, none of it.

If you ever even think
about getting a divorce,

every single check that's
ever been written to you

is gonna get looked at.

You'd be in a nursing home

before the investigation's
over.

I haven't done
anything illegal.

You don't know the half
of what you've done.

Did you have anything
to do with Tommy's dying?

That's funny, see,
'cause I thought

maybe it was you who put
the hit out on me.

I've certainly wanted
you dead, George.

But it's not a crime
to want someone dead.

Oh, you little
- spitfire!
- Let me go!

- Oh, baby!
- I told you to let me go!

Baby!
I am not kidding you!

All right.

How great to meet
all you wonderful gals!

You're just beautiful
and talented.

Bye-bye.
Thanks for being here.

Thank you.

Bye-bye!

[girl]
Bye!

Mrs. Pagolis.

Detectives, I have
a court date

on behalf of
a women's shelter.

We only need a minute.
It's about your husband.

Yes.

He told that
you've been stalking him.

We're detectives.
We don't stalk.

Do you still think
that he was the target?

We're not sure.

That far away,

the shooter
had to be told,

"Get the guy in gray."

So if the hit was
meant for the Judge,

then somebody told the sniper
about the costume change,

and the only people
who knew about the costume--

The Judge and my husband.

But why would
George do that?

There was no tension

between the Judge
and my husband, okay?

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Her husband may be trying
to pull her into the gutter,

but Maureen Pagolis
went out

and put on
her game face today

at the opening of
a new community center.

While she's at it,
she should write a book.

When Bad Men Happen
To Good Women.

NYPD, wake up.

If this man isn't guilty,

well, then Macy's
doesn't sell pantyhose.

I don't understand.

This guy just
shows up and says

he was approached
to kill the Judge?

Goren's in with him.

Guy's on parole
for gun possession.

So he wanted to get out
in front of this.

Smart move.

[Goren]
Special Forces?

No.

Okay, Black Ops?
Commercial assassin?

I told you "no" already.

And yet
you were approached

to shoot a target at a distance
of a mile and half

from the rooftop of
a building 60 stories.

We didn't get that far.

I was just asked,

did I have an interest
in taking care of a Judge?

You remember who asked you?

Black man

in a black suit
handed me an envelope

with a typed job offer.

And this guy got your name
from... the phone book.

I don't know.

I got a record, I admit,

but I've never
killed anybody.

So you told him
you weren't interested.

Kill a Judge?

I might be reckless.
I'm not stupid.

This man in the suit,

the one who approached you,

you remember anything
about him?

I never met him before.

He drove
a nice car, though.

A Mercedes.

Had a neat bronze medallion
mounted on the back.

How neat?

New York State Assembly.

[Goren]
We know you've been driving
the Pagolises for years.

Ever make any
deliveries for them?

I drop off a lot of stuff
for Mr. Pagolis.

He gives me an envelope.

I take it where
he tells me to take it.

Sometimes I wait
for an answer.

We've looked
into your background.

We know you're not
in the service.

But you've got
a half-brother.

He was in
the Special Forces.

I bet he'd know
some super snipers.

I just drop off packages
and drive the car.

The "see no evil,
hear no evil"

isn't gonna cut it, Dave.

You don't cooperate,
you're look at conspiracy

to commit murder.

Your friend,
George Pagolis...

How come everybody
ends up taking a bullet

that was meant for him?

Last chance.

I handed envelopes
to three guys.

Two of them sent
the envelopes back.

The third,
I made a return trip.

This time with a thick,
heavy envelope.

Address?

130 Jerome Avenue, 3A.

I better go.

Well.

He's been
garroted with...

some type of wire.

And he is out of rigor.

No sign of
the murder weapon.

Start a canvass.

See if anybody saw
or heard anything.

Looks like our sniper's name
is Steve Gilteri.

He likes mysteries.

Now he gets to be in one.

You find something?

Plants.
Soil's moist.

On a radiator.

[Eames]
Ballistics match.

The bullet that
killed Judge Layton

was fired from
the sniper's CheyTech.

No prints on it.

- He was a pro.
- Seems like it.

CSU found 20 grand cash
inside his computer printer.

And let me guess.

His no-name cell phone only
had calls logged on it

to other no-name
cell phones.

No, the killer
must've taken it.

But the phone
in his apartment,

the LUDs showed
two calls to George Pagolis

early yesterday morning.

Anything else link him
to Pagolis?

[Eames]
The money we recovered

had traces of blue
carpenter's chalk.

We've seen the same chalk
on Pagolis' fingers.

When--when is he coming in
for questions?

We're working that out.

They're bringing
Mrs. Pagolis up here now.

I understand your theory.

I just still don't believe

that my husband could be
involved with this.

That was
the District Attorney.

Evidently, you had already
spoken with him.

Yes, I sought his advice.

He's worried
any action we take

might appear to be
politically motivated.

Mr. Pagolis will be
processed quietly.

No press, no cameras,
no holding cell.

Thank you.
I appreciate that.

I'll coordinate our arrival
time with your detectives.

There's no reason
for you to be with him.

His lawyer can
walk him through it.

No, I need to be there.

Why?

Because he's my husband.

Thank you.

Hey, look, there they are.

Hey, it's Pagolis.

Oh, my God.
Those sons of bitches.

[reporters overlapping]

They gave me their word.
We'll go around back.

No, we're getting out here.

In front of these bastards?
Please, go.

We're fine, Dave-O.

Maureen, I invited
these people.

You what?
Are you out of your mind?

No, I don't go
through back doors.

I want the handcuffs.

If I'm the perp,
I want the perp walk.

[reporters shouting]

Mrs. Pagolis!

Come on, honey.

It's showtime.

Hello.

Don't you remember?
Stand by your man, huh?

[shouting continues]

See?
Isn't this more fun?

[metal detector buzzes]

[wand beeps]

Can you empty
your pockets, sir?

What's this?

It's a chalk snap line.

Use it to make
a straight line.

It's not gonna set
a metal detector off.

It's plastic and string
and chalk.

Hit it again?

[wand beeps]

May I?
What the hell?

Detective,
this is harassment.

This is heavy gauge
piano wire.

That's not something
you get at Home Depot.

It's a good thing
you found that.

That could kill somebody.

I didn't hire the sniper.

I didn't kill the sniper.

Killing is not my thing.

What is your thing,
Mr. Pagolis?

Well, French food,
Nordic women, German cars.

[Goren]
State of the art guns.

007 chalk snap lines

with high-gauge
garrote wire.

[Eames]
The blood and skin samples
on your chalk line

match the sniper's.

How did it end up
in your pocket?

I'm in construction.

I usually carry
a chalk line with me.

Obviously, somebody
planted this one on me

instead of mine.

Somebody...

Somebody at work.

The coat check girl
at the club.

I don't know,
whoever wanted

to frame me for this.

I don't know
your dead guy from Adam.

Then how come he called you
the morning he was killed?

I never spoke to him.

If you don't believe me,

why don't you
check out the tapes?

I'm sorry. Tapes?

The tapes.

My wife's got
my whole life bugged.

You don't know this?

I don't even know
when it started.

She's got my office bugged.
The house, the car.

She's probably listening in
on us right now.

I mean, the point is,

if I has spoken
to the sniper,

it would be on the tapes.

So why don't you
listen to them,

get back to me, hmm?

Can you give us a minute?

She can wire their home,

but if she taped
anywhere else,

she broke the law.

Which means she probably
won't own up to having them.

Well, tell her
if she doesn't,

then we'll subpoena them...

and we'll leak it
to the press.

So Pagolis kills a Judge
out of jealousy,

and we persecute her
for taping him?

[Ross]
Something like that.

I'll speak to Mrs. Pagolis

about those tapes.

In the meantime, we have
more than enough to hold him.

Maybe a little too much.

Using his own phone
to arrange a hit.

The murder weapon
in his coat.

He's smarter than that.

Somebody set him up?

Who?

The answer's probably
on those tapes,

which we won't have
until morning.

Maisy. She was on coat check
Wednesday night.

She should be in soon, um--[cell phone rings]

While you're waiting,
can I get you folks something?

I'll have a Glenlivet.

Eames.

- Okay, got it.
- Just one second.

Uh, vodka martini double,
easy on the vermouth.

Yes, ma'am.

That was the captain.

He threatened to go public,
and she caved on the tapes.

You happy now?

I want Pagolis to go down,
but not if he didn't do it.

Either way,
she'll go down now.

You know this'll leak out.

Her career's ruined.

Well, then she shouldn't
have bugged him.

She should've left him.

Are we all right?

I hope so.

I think those tapes
are gonna clear Pagolis.

Otherwise, he wouldn't
have brought it up.

Mm-hmm.

He knows who did this,
and it wasn't him.

Detectives? Maisy.

Mr. Pagolis never
wears a coat.

He checks the girl's.

Or, I mean,
whoever he came in with.

The man has to wear
an overcoat sometime.

I asked him
about it once.

He said that's why
he has a car,

so he has a safe place
to leave his coat.

All right, so Dave-O
watches his coat,

and George wanted us
to know that.

Good night.

[man #1]
So we're clear.
20 now.

[man #2]
And 20 afterwards.

[man #1]
They're going to be standing
there just like that?

[man #2]
So you don't worry about
who's where.

Just get the guy in gray.

[Pagolis]
Dave-O.

Let's go.
Chop-chop.

[Dave-O]
Yes, sir, Mr. Pagolis.

Gotta go.

Don't know him. Sorry.

Steve Gilteri.

He was in
the Special Forces...

with your half-brother.

Well, maybe I met him
some time.

What the hell
happened to him?

We've got it all
on tape.

Come again?

Mrs. P bugged your boss.

Every conversation
you've had in the car

was handed over to us
this morning.

That pen of yours
has a bug in it, too.

But Mr. Pagolis
gave me that pen.

Yeah, once he found out

that she was
taping him,

he passed the bugs around.

You know, for fun.

We already know
you called the sniper,

and that he had the rifle
from a warehouse theft.

And that's just the first
couple of tapes.

You caught a tough break

when the Judge was killed.

I guess you decided to frame
Pagolis for the murders.

That would be your way
of getting rid of him.

You got me.
I did it.

I hired Steve.
He shot the Judge.

And then I killed him.

Want me
to sign something?

Uh, yeah.

Uh, why did you do it?

I like Mrs. Pagolis.

I want her
to have a chance.

I wanted that
cheating, lying,

scumbag of a husband
out of her life

so she could be free.

I don't know
what kind of hold

Mr. Pagolis had on her,

but she was never gonna
get away from him.

Yeah, I guess,

uh, it was like
a rescue operation?

It was a rescue operation.

Did Maureen know
about your plan?

No, ma'am.

She'd have tried
to stop me.

He wanted her to fail.

Every chance he had,

he pulled some stunt to get
her smeared in the press.

You really got
his whole life on tape?

That's good.

He's gotta go down
for something.

This guy, he's,
he's got his own code.

Okay. It's a confession.

Now his fate is up to a judge.

And Maureen?
What's the D.A.'s verdict?

She'll be charged
with illegal wire tapping,

and unless we find
something on the tapes,

her husband skates.

Why am I not surprised?

Eames, if Dave-O's still
protecting her,

we can't assume Maureen
wasn't involved.

You should go to her.

See if she can fill in
any gaps about Dave-O.

Please come in.

Would you like coffee?

Oh, uh, no, thank you.

My husband called
to tell me about Dave-O.

He couldn't wait to tell me
that my loyal driver

had killed my best friend.

[Eames]
The tapes.

You knew they were
against the law.

I don't understand--

The Judge told me
not to do it.

He said it would
be trouble.

But I had to know.

Didn't you know already?

I needed proof.

And even when I had it,

he could lie to me
and I'd still believe him.

[Goren]
That's why
you kept on taping.

You never stopped listening.

For a while, yes, I did.

Until he started
the new affair.

I could tell when
I went to the club

and the maitre d'

would pretend
he hadn't seen George

there the night before.

And you started
listening again.

I thought that maybe
I could divorce him now.

Maybe the boys were
old enough to understand.

It was awful listening
to the tapes.

I think that
he told her things...

just to hurt me...

because he knew
that I was listening.

We weren't like this
in the beginning.

We had parties.

We had friends.

So that was...

Is that all
that you heard?

About the affair?

I'm sorry.

That pen.

I gave that
to my husband.

And he gave it
to Dave-O.

Who had it with him
all the time.

Even while hiring
the sniper,

while watching the rehearsal
with the sniper.

While telling the sniper

to kill the guy in gray.

Now, you heard him,
didn't you?

You heard Dave-O arranging

to kill your husband,
didn't you?

Yes.

On the tapes.

I heard that.

What did you do?

I didn't know what to do.

I thought of canceling
the duel.

Telling my husband,
telling the Judge,

confronting Dave-O,
telling the police.

But you didn't do
any of those things.

No.

I just decided

to let the father
of my children,

this horrible man...

just die.

I didn't know about them
changing rules

until they came out
for the duel.

Why didn't you do
anything?

I didn't know what to do!

I couldn't think!

If I rushed out there
and stopped the duel,

I would have to say
that there was a plot

to kill my husband.

[sniffles]

I couldn't move.

Could not move.

I was so busy trying
to think of

some way not
to implicate myself.

And all I kept
thinking about was...

"He could miss.

"Please, God.

No one could make
a shot like that."

And then
the pistols fired...

and the Judge fell forward...

and it was done.

And I think
that I screamed, but I--

And I am so sorry.

I'll go with you
while you get dressed.

It's fine.
I'm okay.