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Yeah!

All right, easy.

Lousy morning for it.

Mr. Andrew Marsh, bagged and tagged.
Better him than us.

So what did him in?

Looks like cardiac arrest,
but I'll call you later.

Let's move it out!

Mr. Garrett. Morning, sir.

I'll be outside.

Sir.

Lieutenant.

Nice quality.

Nice ass.

That was the tape in the VCR
and the power was still on.

So the sucker had a heart attack
watching his home movies.

What do you need me for?

He was tied up. I've heard remote, but...

What the hell is this?

That is a nipple clamp.

How would you know?

He's from LA.

I just happen to be a
well-informed individual.

How does this thing work?

Who cares? Bag it.

Kinky shit.

Hey, Harry, you wanna take a picture
of these gouges for me, please?

Looks like she had him chewing on the wood.

No, it looks more like
she had him handcuffed.

Who found the body? His secretary came by

to pick up some papers this morning.

Hell of a shock. You want to talk to her?

She wouldn't leave. Thought we
were going to steal the silver.

Well, can you blame her?

Do you want me to identify her?
It's Rebecca Carlson.

His girlfriend.

And they had a date last night
according to Miss Braslow.

This is Bob Garrett from the
district attorney's office.

Miss Braslow was Mr. Marsh's
secretary for the last six years.

She killed him.

You've got your first witness.

Resurrection and the life
will raise him up in glory.

Then may he see the light of your presence,

Lord Jesus.

In the name of the Father and of the Son

and of the Holy Spirit, amen.

Bless this grave and send
your angel to watch over it.

Forgive the sins of our brother,
whose body we bury here.

Excuse me.

We ask this through Christ our Lord. Amen.

Go in peace with Christ. Thanks be to God.

Miss Carlson?

I'm sorry I'm late. I'm...

Frank Dulaney?

I look that much like a lawyer?

Who else would speak to me?

His friends think I shouldn't even be here.

Will you represent me?

There haven't been any
charges filed against you.

But there will be. You know that.

Do you think I killed him?

That's a question I never ask my clients.

What matters is whether the
state can prove you killed him.

I loved Andrew. Why is it so
hard for everybody to believe?

You know why. You're young and beautiful

and you were involved
with a wealthy older man.

He wasn't old to me.

I'm sorry I said that.

A big part of my life has
been taken away from me

and people are saying it was my fault.

They've taken something good between
two people in love and made it dirty.

I didn't kill him.

You believed her?

Yeah. Actually, I did.

You're a romantic.

Not at all. I just know
bullshit when I hear it

and this wasn't bullshit.

Sharon, how can you say she didn't love him

without having met either one of them?

He was too old.

He's right.

That's a very narrow view of love.

Well, it's what the jury's going to think.

Did he have any family?

Lots of wives, no kids.

Sharon.

The register broke down again.

It's the register. You going
to be here for a while?

No. We're going to go on home.

I have to lock up tonight.

Why don't you hire a manager?

Because at least I won't
be stealing from myself.

Last time this week, okay?

Quick kiss?

It's okay. Nobody noticed.

Bye. Bye-bye.

Jamie! How'd you sneak past me?

I saw some friends.

Those are your friends?
These are my friends.

Can you really screw someone to death?

No.

Besides, you don't have to
worry about that stuff yet.

Do you?

No.

Because you are a good-looking guy.

Let's go.

Okay, let's go.

The neighbors saw you
go into Marsh's house at 8:30.

She's not denying she was there.

Did you have sex with him?

Yes.

Did you handcuff him to the bed?

Don't tell me it's relevant, Bobby.

Yes. You didn't have to answer that.

No, but we appreciate her
honesty and cooperation.

Bullshit.

When did you leave his house?

Around midnight, I suppose.

If I had known it was going to matter,
I would've paid more attention.

Well, it's true, Frank. There's
nothing wrong with saying that.

Miss Carlson, do you use cocaine?

Cocaine use is illegal
in the state of Oregon.

I've never used it in Oregon.

Okay, can we move on, please?

Did Mr. Marsh use cocaine?

Never.

The toxicology tests came
back positive for cocaine.

Then it's false positive,
because we never did any drugs.

Not even poppers?

She just said they didn't use drugs.

I ask because amyl nitrate is often
made available to heart patients.

Were you aware of Mr.
Marsh's heart condition?

He had a little arrhythmia.
That's not a heart condition.

Mr. Marsh had an advanced
case of heart disease.

He said it wasn't serious.

Now, why would he lie to you about it?

I never know why men lie. They just do.

Men lie.

Would you describe yourself as a dominatrix?

Back off of this, Bob.

A sadomasochist?

That's it. Interview's over. Let's go.

You want to charge her? Go ahead.

Otherwise, you can reach Miss
Carlson through my office.

Fine.

But, frankly, I don't think
that'll be necessary.

Reese.

Right. Rebecca Carlson, you're under
arrest for the murder of Andrew Marsh.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

- I'm not...
- Rebecca,

I'll have you out as fast as I can.

If you can't afford one, one will
be appointed to you by the State.

Frank!

Trying to get your name on the front page?

You fucking sandbagged me!

Jesus, Frank, don't take it personal.

You're spending too much time around
criminals. It affects your judgment.

You don't have probable cause.

Sure, I do. Marsh's will leaves
all $8 million to your client,

which would've given even me motive,

and she admits to being there
the night of the murder.

You don't know it was homicide.

And the method's self-explanatory.

What are you going to do? Tag
the body as the murder weapon?

Exhibit "A"? It's not a
crime to be great lay.

Well, sure. I'd have
to have myself indicted.

This case is ridiculous.

Drop the charges, save the state some money.

You can't convict.

In conjunction with cocaine
slipped to a rich old man

dying of heart disease? I
think I can make that case.

Not without intent, you can't.

She'll get manslaughter.

Tell your client 20 years,
seven, if she behaves.

There they are.

Were you with him the night he died?

Did you do it, Miss Carlson?

Get me out of here.

Bobby Garrett's going to
stage a big, ugly trial.

Does he really expect me to plead guilty

to spare myself the embarrassment?

I'm not guilty. I'm not
going to plead guilty.

I'd feel better if you weren't in the will.

Andrew put me in his will?

Don't start jerking me around, Rebecca.

You're the primary beneficiary.

How much?

Well, wouldn't you ask?

Come on, how much?

Eight million, give or take.

That's a hell of a motive.

I know how Bobby works. He's going
to build his case on your sex life.

He's going to drag out every
dirty little thing you ever did.

It wasn't dirty.

No, not to you. Not to Andrew.

But people here have very
conservative views about sex.

No, they don't.

They just don't talk about it.
They're such hypocrites.

Well, those hypocrites are going
to be sitting in the jury box

listening to Garrett say how you
led Andrew into perversion.

I didn't have to lead him anywhere.

Andrew knew exactly what he wanted.

All we did was make love.

In handcuffs.

It was different, but it
was still making love.

Have you ever seen animals make love, Frank?

It's intense.

It's violent.

But they never really hurt each other.

We're not animals.

Yes, we are.

You're great when you get a big case.

How about the rest of the time?

You know what I mean.

I'm gonna take a shower.

You don't get as rich as
Marsh by being a nice guy.

I want you to find out who he fucked over.

Business, personal, social.

Anyone who might want him dead.

I'm hitting all the dealers with a
list of their nearest and dearest.

Maybe we'll get lucky
and come up with a user.

Joanne Braslow is here.

Garrett brought doughnuts.

The man's considerate.

Yeah, but he always eats them all.

It wasn't normal. They
didn't have normal sex.

How do you know what kind of sex they had?

I wasn't peeping through the keyhole,

if that's what you're implying.

I would go to the house

to pick up papers, drop off papers,

and I would find their little
toys all over the place.

Would you characterize your feelings
toward my client as negative?

I don't have much sympathy for drug users.

Do you have personal knowledge
that she used drugs?

I personally saw her shovel
the stuff up her nose.

Is that good enough?

In front of a secretary?

I was at the house one morning.

I thought she was still upstairs with him.

I went into the powder room

and she was spooning coke from
one of those little vials.

What did she say when she saw you?

She was too busy to notice.

And did you tell your
boss what you had seen?

No. And why not?

I wanted to keep my job.

That didn't include telling him his
girlfriend was a cokehead slut.

Frank.

Take the last doughnut.

Rebecca!

Rebecca!

You fucking lied to me. You lied on tape.

You were asked a direct
question, "Do you use cocaine?"

And I said no.

Well, now they've got an eyewitness

that can testify not
only do you use cocaine,

but you used cocaine in Marsh's house.

Joanne's lying.

I didn't say it was Joanne.

Well, who else would have been
in the house while I was there?

Do you know the expression "smoking gun"?

Frank, she was in love with him.

Don't you see that?

Andrew Marsh must've been
a pretty goddamn lovable guy.

Everybody was in love with him!

Besides, I haven't touched
coke since I was 17.

She makes a good witness.

I want you to come and meet somebody.

It's right over here.

Dr. Novaro?

Miss Carlson. I've been waiting for you.

Sorry I'm late. This is Frank Dulaney.

How do you do? He's my lawyer.

Hello.

Could you give me my medicine?

Yes, certainly.

There you are.

Go ahead.

You got to be kidding.

Investigate.

What the hell is it?

Chinese peony roots.

What's it used for?

It's an aspirin substitute.

Tell him why.

She suffers from dysmenorrhea.

Cramps.

Miss Carlson, I'm ready whenever you are.

Thank you.

You're supposed to be on my side, Frank.

You could've at least given
me the benefit of the doubt.

You're right. I'm sorry.

Do you mind waiting 15 minutes?

Not at all.

Look around.

Just a little pain in the lumbar.

Here, pussy-puss.

Hello, kitty. Such a beautiful kitty.

Yes, kitty. Yes, yes.

Is it still raining?

Yeah.

Can you drive me home?

Sure. I'll give you a ride home.

I've never been in one of these.

Now's your chance.

Come in.

It's a bad idea.

Why?

I'm your lawyer. It doesn't look good.

Nobody's looking.

Good night, Rebecca.

Frank.

Yeah?

Are you scared?

Not if you tell me I shouldn't be.

We're gonna kick their ass.

All rise.

Superior Court for the county
of Multnomah is now in session.

The Honorable Judge Mabel Burnham presiding.

I can't change the titillating
nature of this trial,

but if I had wanted to work in a circus,

I would've learned how to ride a trapeze.

So I will not put up with any performances

by counsel or by the gallery.

Are the people ready
to proceed, Mr. Garrett?

Yes, Your Honor.

Andrew Marsh made what turned
out to be a fatal mistake.

He fell in love.

He fell in love with a
ruthless, calculating woman

who went after an elderly
man with a bad heart

and a big bank account.

You all can see the
defendant, Rebecca Carlson,

but as this trial proceeds,

you will see she's not only the defendant,

she is the murder weapon itself.

If I hit you and you die, I
am the cause of your death,

but can I be called a weapon?

The answer is yes.

And what a deadly weapon
Rebecca Carlson made of it.

The state will prove that
she seduced Andrew Marsh

and manipulated his affections until he
rewrote his will, leaving her $8 million.

That she insisted on
increasingly strenuous sex,

knowing he had a severe heart condition,

and when that didn't work
fast enough for her,

she secretly doped him with cocaine.

His heart couldn't take the combination

and she got what she wanted.

She is a beautiful woman,

but when this trial is over,

you will see her no differently
than a gun or a knife

or any other instrument used as a weapon.

She's a killer.

And the worst kind.

A killer who disguised
herself as a loving partner.

Mr. Dulaney.

Ladies and gentlemen, you were
told during jury selection

that the testimony in this trial
would be sexually explicit

and you may find it offensive.

You may even be disgusted by what you hear.

But I want you to remember

that Rebecca Carlson is not on
trial for her sexual tastes.

She is being tried for murder

and to charge her with murder is ludicrous.

The state would like you to believe

that she somehow fornicated
Andrew Marsh to death.

But the state's case is
built on fantasy, not fact.

And the facts, as they are,
are entirely circumstantial.

It's not a crime to be a beautiful woman.

It's not a crime to fall
in love with an older man.

This case should have never come to trial.

But since it has,

I know you'll listen to
the testimony objectively.

And when you hear the evidence objectively,

you will acquit Rebecca Carlson
of the charges against her.

Dr. McCurdy, did you find any indication

that Mr. Marsh might have used
cocaine on a regular basis?

No. His nasal membranes were way too
smooth for even occasional use.

Were you able to determine
how he ingested this drug?

A bottle of nasal spray
found next to the bed

was filled with a solution
of water and cocaine.

The victim had a head cold
at the time of his death.

I believe that he was drugged
without his knowledge.

Objection! Lack of foundation.

The witness is speculating.

Motion to strike the testimony.

So ordered. And the jury should
disregard the witness' comment.

Was this the spray you found, Doctor?

Yes, that's it.

Entered as people's exhibit "A."

Now, Dr. McCurdy,

what would cocaine do to someone in Mr.
Marsh's condition?

It would accelerate his heartbeat.

And if he were having sex while under
the influence of such a stimulant?

It would be the same as
shooting a loaded gun at him.

Now, you said in your autopsy report

that Mr. Marsh was restrained
at the time of his death.

Can you explain that, please?

Well, from the marks on his
wrists and on the bedstead,

I believe that the victim was handcuffed.

At the time of his death?

Yes. The bruising and the
friction was quite extensive.

Thank you, Dr. McCurdy. Your witness.

Dr. McCurdy, you testified
that, in your opinion,

Mr. Marsh suffered his fatal heart
attack while he was restrained.

Yes, sir.

And your evidence for this is the
marks on his wrist, am I right?

You are correct.

Now, couldn't those same marks have
been made while he was flailing about

in the throes of sexual ecstasy?

I suppose.

Did you find any older marks that
indicated the use of restraints?

Just on his ankles.

Where they wouldn't show in public.

Objection! Counsel's drawing
his own conclusion.

Sustained. You know better, Counsel.

Dr. McCurdy, can you medically say

that Mr. Marsh didn't decide to get high?

Well, it seems very unlikely that a
man in his set of circumstances...

Dr. McCurdy, are you
a licensed psychiatrist?

No, but...

Objection! Argumentative.

Sustained.

How did you reach your conclusion about

what Mr. Marsh would or wouldn't do?

Common sense.

Did you find any evidence
of that in the autopsy?

Do you know for a fact that Mr.
Marsh had any common sense?

You just testified
he liked unpleasant things.

Your Honor.

No further questions.

It's going to be a long
trial for you, Counselor,

if I have to start warning
you on the first day.

Where do you work, Dr. Paley?

I am an emergency room physician
at Memorial Hospital.

Were you on duty the night of
February 5th of this year?

I was the admitting physician. Yes, I was.

Did you admit Andrew Marsh?

Yes, I did.

What was the reason?

Cocaine poisoning.

Did Mr. Marsh discuss the
circumstances with you?

Yes, he did.

I read my notes again before
I came to be accurate.

And according to my notes,
the patient told me that

it was the first time he tried cocaine

and it was going to be the last.

Would you describe his condition, please?

He presented a galaxy of symptoms.

Hyperpyrexia, which is a high fever

associated with cocaine intoxication,

severely elevated blood pressure,

arrhythmia, shortness of breath.

And while I was examining the patient,

he experienced status epilepticus.

Is it common to have so many symptoms occur

in cases of cocaine poisoning?

This patient was particularly sensitive.

I thought he was lucky to go home alive.

Did you tell him that, Dr. Paley?

I told him that if he
ever tried cocaine again,

he would be committing suicide.

Your witness.

No questions for this witness, Your Honor.

And did you see Mr. Marsh the day
before he died, Miss Braslow?

Yes. How did he look?

He was pale and sweating.

Did you talk about Miss Carlson?

Yes.

And what did he say?

That he was worried. I was worried.

He said that if she kept it up,

she was going to kill him, that
his heart couldn't take it.

Thank you. No more questions.

Miss Braslow, this strikes me
as a very intimate conversation

for a boss to have with his secretary.

Did you often discuss his love life?

We had a professional relationship,

but I had been his secretary for six years.

He liked to talk to me.

Then did he also mention to you

that Rebecca was thinking
about moving back to Chicago?

Yes, he mentioned it.

So, the woman that he loved passionately
was thinking about leaving.

Couldn't that have caused the
stress and anxiety you observed?

Objection! Calls for rank speculation!

Counsel for the prosecution
has already used this witness

to establish the state
of mind of the deceased.

He opened the can, Your Honor.

And I do see worms crawling
all around you, Mr. Garrett.

You can't have it both ways.
Objection overruled.

Answer the question, Miss Braslow.

I suppose it's possible.

Now, you testified that you saw Rebecca

inhaling cocaine in the bathroom.

How do you know it was cocaine?

It was a white powder.

Were you ever a patient at the
Mount Hood Substance Abuse Center?

Objection! Your Honor, Miss
Braslow's medical history is...

Your Honor, the prosecution
has introduced cocaine

as one of the contributing causes of death.

I think this is a reasonable
line of questioning.

I'll allow it.

Weren't you a patient at the Mount
Hood Substance Abuse Center

from January 5th to February
5th, two years ago?

Yes.

And what were you being treated for?

Substance and alcohol abuse.

And was that substance cocaine?

Was that substance cocaine?

Yes.

And didn't you supply your boss, Mr. Marsh,

with the cocaine that
sent him to the hospital

with cocaine poisoning this year?

No!

Your Honor, I have in my hand

a copy of the admissions report.

The square right here

is designated for the signature
of the responsible party,

the person who brought
him into the hospital.

Would you read that name out loud, please?

Would you read the name out loud, please?

Joanne Braslow. But I...

No further questions. Your Honor,
I submit defense exhibit "A."

For your files.

Did you always want to be a lawyer?

It was a fallback.

I wanted to be a pro hockey player.

Yeah? What happened?

Well, I broke my ankle skating.
I was showing off.

How old were you?

Seven.

When I was a kid, I liked
to steal strawberries.

I'd sneak into the neighbor's
yard at the end of the street.

And I remember they had a big fence.

And I'd always scrape my
knees climbing over it.

And then, on the other side,

they had these wild rose bushes.

And the thorns would dig into my legs

and cut my thighs when I slid down.

But the strawberries always tasted so sweet.

Because of how much it hurt to get them.

Yeah.

Rebecca,

when you first met Andrew,

how did you know that

he was like you?

I was at a party and there
was a huge crowd of people,

but we just saw each other and we knew.

Just like that?

Yeah.

Look around.

You want me to look around the room

and tell you if there's someone here

that has the same taste that I do?

That's right.

Okay.

All right.

Who?

I'm not going to tell you.

You're not going to tell me?

No, I'm not going to tell you.

Why not?

Because he doesn't know it yet.

Yes, it would be nice.

What would?

You and I making love.

Is that what you think I was thinking?

There's nothing wrong with
admitting that you want me, Frank.

You take a lot for granted.

Frank.

Go home.

Thanks for dinner.

Good night.

Frank.

My way.

Are you scared?

No.

Would you see if Michael's up yet?

The people would like to recall Dr.
Alan Paley to the stand.

Dr. Paley, you're still under oath here.
Take it seriously.

Do you know Rebecca Carlson?

Yes.

Did you, in fact, date Miss Carlson?

Yes, we dated.

Keep your rude mouths shut
or get out of my courtroom.

And this is the only time I'm going
to ask nicely. Proceed, Mr. Garrett.

Did you ever discuss anything about
your patient Mr. Marsh with her?

His picture was on the social page

and I mentioned that I'd treated him, yes.

What was her reaction?

She was fascinated.

Did she ask you anything
in particular about him?

She wanted to know whether cocaine
would kill him if he tried it again.

And what did you say?

I told her it would be a Russian Roulette.

Your witness.

Dr. Paley, why didn't you mention

your relationship with Rebecca earlier?

Nobody asked me.

Did you have sexual relations with her?

Objection! Irrelevant.

Your Honor, if you'll
allow me some latitude,

I can establish the relevance.

You'd better. Objection overruled.

The witness is directed
to answer the question.

No.

No, you did not have sexual relations?

No, we didn't.

Because she refused to have sex
with you, isn't that correct?

Objection! Your Honor,

the counsel is trying to manufacture...

Get up here, both of you, right now!

Mr. Dulaney, if you're just bottom-feeding,

you're going to choke on the mud.

I'm working toward a
specific point, Your Honor.

Work fast. I'm getting tired of
seeing you this close to me.

Objection overruled.

Dr. Paley, do you remember
your last date with Rebecca

at the Cat and Fiddle restaurant?

It wasn't that memorable.

Well, do you remember trying to force
yourself on her in the parking lot?

Objection!

Because I can bring in the parking attendant

and two customers to refresh
your memory if I have to.

I didn't hear the reason for
your objection, Mr. Garrett.

Wasn't that the last time you saw Rebecca

until appearing in court, Dr. Paley?

I told you. I don't remember
the last time I saw her.

In fact, didn't you attempt to
blackmail her into seeing you again

by threatening to falsely
testify against her?

No. You're crazy.

Your Honor, I have a tape from Rebecca's
answering machine I'd like to play.

Objection! Your Honor, we don't
know where this tape is from

or who made it, or under what circumstances.

May I approach?

I have reports from two
independent audio labs

that Mr. Garrett himself has used
to verify evidence in other trials.

They both conclude that
the voice on the tape

was recorded over the phone and
there's been no tampering.

I'll allow it.

I know you're there.

Pick up the phone, God damn it.

You think I won't do it?

Rebecca?

I can put you away, Rebecca,
for the rest of your life.

You'd better call me or you're
fucked either one way or the other.

What did you mean, Dr. Paley?

You never told her about
Andrew Marsh, did you?

Yes, I did. She asked me and I told her.

Perjury is a criminal charge, Doctor!

I am not lying.

No further questions.

You were brilliant.

I didn't break him all the way.

You burned him down.

Gabe, hit P3.

You got it.

See you tomorrow. Okay.

Bye.

Could somebody hit P4, please?

Thank you.

Let's go.

Somebody's gonna see us.

Come on.

The people call Jeffrey Roston.

Do you know him?

May I approach?

Your Honor, this witness has never
been mentioned by the prosecution.

Our investigators didn't contact Mr. Roston

until yesterday afternoon in New York.

What took so long?

He just came home from an extended vacation.

All right. I'm going to allow the testimony.

May... That's it, Counselor. Take a seat.

Mr. Roston, what was your
relationship with Miss Carlson?

We were lovers.

How long were you together?

For about a year.

How would you describe
your sex life with her?

It was

very intense.

I know this is very personal,

but I'm going to ask
you to be more specific.

She was always trying to get
me more and more worked up.

By what means?

I couldn't do everything
she wanted in my condition.

What condition is that?

I had a bad heart.

Frank.

What happens next?

I had bypass surgery.

And how are you now?

I'm fine.

My doctor says I can live
to be a very old man.

How did your relationship with the
defendant progress after the surgery?

Just ground to a sudden halt. She left me.

Why did she say she was leaving?

She didn't, she just left.

Why do you think she left?

Objection.

Question calls for a conclusion
on the part of the witness.

Objection sustained.

When you say your sexual relations
with Miss Carlson were intense,

in what way?

Well, it was as if she were trying
to push me as far as she could.

Can you give the court an example?

Sex was a game to her.

She got off on the control.

She always used to tell
me it had to be her way.

A few nights before my bypass, I woke
up and she had tied me to the bed.

With handcuffs?

No, with my own belt.

And what did she say?

Mr. Roston, I know this is difficult
for you, but it is important.

Please, tell the court.

She said she was going to fuck me,

like I'd never been fucked before.

Bailiff, clear the courtroom.
Everyone except the reporters.

After she tied you up, Mr.
Roston, what did she do next?

She started

masturbating and telling me

how much she wanted me inside her.

It drove me crazy.

Did your heart start to bother you?

Yeah.

We were making love,

and she was on top of me.

And every time I got close,

she'd stop.

And I couldn't take it.

I couldn't breath. I was suffocating.

Jeez, I begged her.

I really thought that I was about to die.

Did you change your will while you
were involved with Miss Carlson?

Yes.

And who was the primary beneficiary?

She was.

I was very much in love with her.

And I was a fool.

Thank you, Mr. Roston. No further questions.

Counsel.

No questions.

Frank!

Frank, I can explain everything!

You're a little late!

I needed to know before he testified.

Why the fuck didn't you warn me at least?

Do you need to hear about every
man I ever had sex with?

No, just the ones with bad hearts
who put you in their wills!

You think I killed Andrew.

So does everyone in that courtroom!

You made me look like shit in there!

You are not on trial!

The hell I'm not!

I must've been out of my mind
to get involved with you.

To make love to me?

Yes.

But I'm not gonna compound my mistakes.

You're my client, that's it.

I don't want to have anything
to do with you beyond that!

Just like that?

Yeah.

Like I don't have any feelings?

Hey, I'm not your type.

I'm too young and healthy.

That's not fair, Frank.

No, but it's accurate.

Fuck you, too.

Hi.

Where's Michael?

I took him over to Kevin's
to spend the night.

Why didn't you tell me? I
could've stayed at the office.

I got a shitload of work to do.

You mean you could've used
the time to screw your client.

That's paranoid.

Man.

I'm fine.

Sharon!

Sharon!

Sharon. Sharon!

Go away!

Talk to me.

People see your car down by the river
in front of her goddamn houseboat!

It gets back to me, Frank!

She's my client. I'm allowed to
have conferences with my client.

Of course, you are! Why can't
you have them in your office?

I can't believe you listen
to this bullshit gossip!

I talked to her!

What?

She called here tonight looking for you.

What did she say?

She didn't have to say anything.

I could here it in her voice and
the way that she said your name.

You're making this up.

What did she do to you, Frank?

How did you get those marks on your chest?
What are they?

What are they? Bites?

What happened to your back?

I thought we were happy.

I thought we were a family.

I trusted you.

It has nothing to do with you.

You're a son of a bitch.

How dare you stand there and say that to me?

I love you.

You're my wife.

Go pack some things. I don't
want to see you when I get home.

Please, Sharon, I don't want to lose you.

Then you shouldn't have fucked her.

Rebecca!

Frank?

What the hell did you say to my wife?

Nothing. I asked if you
were there and you weren't.

Why'd you call?

I wanted to know if I still had a lawyer.

You're such a liar!

What do you think, Frank?

I called to tell her all the nasty details?
Maybe I gave her some advice.

Or maybe I called to reassure her
that it was over between us.

Maybe that's what I said!

It gets easy, doesn't it, Frank?

Frank!

Let's play another game.

You fuck.

Frank! Frank, get up! Conference room.

Yeah, okay.

Come on, hurry!

Okay.

Now, this guy was really
into recording this shit.

He could open up his own video store.

How does this help us?

Wait. Just watch.

Now, I would've missed this,
too, but the phone rang.

I let the tape play while I talked.

See, Garrett figured this
was the end of the show.

Now, this isn't a blank tape.
It's been erased.

Just not quite all of it.

This was during his artsy phase,

before he went back to using the tripod.

"We had a professional relationship."

Frank, Frank, hey! You're embarrassing me.

The court recalls Joanne Braslow.

Miss Braslow, how much
did you stand to inherit

before Mr. Marsh modified
his will in Rebecca's favor?

$250,000.

And according to his final will?

$10,000, which is still a large amount

and I'm very grateful to him
for remembering me at all.

After all your years of service,
it doesn't seem like a lot.

I'm not greedy.

No. In fact, you're a saint.

He cut you out of his will, he dumped
you for a younger woman and you...

You're making it sound like...

still find kind things to say about the man.

Objection! Counsel's arguing with the
witness. Move to strike, Your Honor.

I'll sustain it and
strike counsel's remarks.

Joanne, you have to start
telling the truth now.

Weren't you, in fact, a very
personal friend of Andrew Marsh?

What do you mean?

Weren't you lovers? No.

Do I have to enter into
evidence a video tape

that Andrew made of you that
indicates how very close you were?

We dated.

Until he met Rebecca.

Yes.

Did you love him?

Of course, I did.

Didn't you think it was cruel of him
to confide in you about Rebecca

after he'd broken up with you?

Objection! The testimony has no
relevance to the issues in this trial.

I'll withdraw the question. Were you hurt?

What do you think?

I was crushed.

But I knew it wouldn't last.

And you expected him to come
back to you after it was over?

Men don't marry women like her.

Didn't he tell you he asked
Rebecca to marry him?

She turned him down.

She'd already gotten from
him everything she wanted.

But you didn't?

Objection! Counsel's putting
the witness on trial.

I loved him.

I never would've hurt him.

Even if he asked?

Your Honor?

That's enough, Mr. Dulaney.

The objection's sustained and
strike Mr. Delaney's question.

Now, was that your entire
bag of tricks, Counselor?

Or do you have another line of
questioning with which to proceed?

Yes.

You testified that you ran
personal errands for Andrew Marsh.

Yes.

Such as going to the drug store?

Yes.

Buying nasal spray for him
because he had a cold?

You signed a house charge
for nasal spray on April 8th,

the date of Andrew Marshall's death.

I'd like to introduce the
receipt from Montclair Pharmacy

as exhibit "H."

That was the bottle used to kill him.

There was no other nasal
spray found in the house.

Is it true that you put in the cocaine?

Because you were jealous? Because
he cut you out of his will?

Objection! Because you have
a cocaine habit to feed?

No! You're out of line, Counselor.

Strike his remarks.

I don't think I want to answer any
more questions without an attorney.

She killed him.

She set me up to take the fall

and she almost got away with it.

You know what bothers me?

Why did she charge a three-buck
bottle of nasal spray

that could be traced back to her if
she planned to kill him with it?

I don't know. Let Garrett figure that out.

Maybe it was a crime of opportunity,
maybe she's just stupid.

You mean maybe I did it?

Maybe you did.

If the evidence hasn't convinced you,

then how the hell is it
supposed to convince the jury?

They can't wait to convict me.

All you need is a reasonable doubt.

But I know how their minds work.

The women hate me, they think I'm a whore.

And the men see a cold, heartless bitch
they can pay back for every chick

that's ever blown them off in a bar.

You have an inflated opinion of yourself.

I have to testify.

No.

Frank, they're going to convict me

if I don't tell my side of the story.

The only reason I'd ever
let a client take the stand

is if the case was going so badly
there wasn't any other choice.

Yeah, but the difference is your
clients are usually guilty.

You told me that.

No. I said they usually did it.

Which is different than
being guilty as charged.

I'm not going to let you fuck up my case.

You owe me the chance to explain, Frank.

Wish me luck.

The defense calls Rebecca
Carlson to the stand.

Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth,

the whole truth and nothing but
the truth, so help you God?

I do.

Rebecca, I'd like you to
recount, as you remember,

the events on the night of April 8th.

We came home from dinner early

and Andrew still had a cold,

so I thought I'd just put
him to bed and go home.

But you didn't go home, did you?

No.

He wanted to make love.

And that made me want to.
He was a very physical man.

Would you say you loved him?

Very much.

Then why didn't you marry him?

Because his marriages never lasted.
I wanted it to last.

Rebecca, you heard the forensic
testimony about the use of handcuffs.

Yes.

What were they doing in the house?

Andrew bought them for Valentine's Day.

For you...

For you to use on him while you made love?

Yes. He liked that.

He was always in charge
in his life and his work.

And in bed he liked to have
somebody else in charge.

It was a game we played.

Watch yourselves or I'll
clear this courtroom again.

Rebecca, did Andrew indicate to you
that he was having any problems at all,

like shortness of breath, while
you were making love that night?

No. He was fine.

And after you finished making
love, what did you do?

I kissed him good night and I went home.

And when did you find out he was dead?

Not until the next day.

And when did you find out you were
a beneficiary of Andrew's will?

When you told me.

Your witness.

I'm less interested in your
relationship with Andrew Marsh,

the nature of which you've
made abundantly clear,

than I am in your relationships
with Jeffrey Roston

and Dr. Alan Paley.

How long after you stopped dating Dr. Paley

did you start dating his patient, Mr. Marsh?

It must have been about four months.

Four months in which you
tried to meet your victim

at galleries and museum openings?

Objection! Counsel's baiting the witness!

Not at all. I'm establishing premeditation.

By baiting the witness.

Overruled. Answer the question.

I never heard his name before I met him.

You never saw his picture in the paper?

I don't read the paper.

Is it your sworn testimony
that by coincidence alone

you happened to date both Andrew Marsh,

who died from a combination of sex and drugs

and the doctor who treated
him for drug poisoning?

Portland's a small city.

I even dated a man who
dated a woman you dated.

Do you think you're capable of just
answering the questions put to you?

I'm just trying to explain myself.

The night of Mr. Marsh's death,

were you watching a pornographic
videotape you'd made of yourselves?

Objection as to the characterization.

An explicit videotape?

Well, Andrew used to say, "Why watch
strangers when you can watch friends?"

If you had finished having sex and Mr.
Marsh was asleep,

as you stated, why was the VCR
still on when the police arrived?

Because I forgot to turn
it off before I left.

Because Andrew Marsh was already dead

and you were in a hurry to make your exit?

Objection! "Argumentative" isn't the
word for counsel's approach to cross.

Sustained. Watch yourself, Mr. Garrett.

Miss Carlson,

you stated that you handcuffed Andrew Marsh

before having sex with him
the night of his death.

It wasn't before. It was during.

Well, I stand corrected. Thank you.

Did you engage in any other forms
of dominance with the victim?

Did you, for example, beat him?

Objection!

The specifics of the sexual relationship
between the victim and the defendant

have no bearing on the charges against her.

The state has an obvious
interest in a pattern of abuse

that ended with the death of the victim.

Answer the question, Miss Carlson.
Succinctly, please.

I never hurt him.

Did you humiliate him?

I never humiliated him either.
He picked the games.

You have a weakness for rich,
older men with bad hearts,

don't you, Miss Carlson?

I like confident men who
aren't afraid to experiment.

They tend to be older.

And I own a gallery.

People I meet tend to have money. I don't
ask for profit-and-loss statements.

Are we supposed to believe

that Jeffrey Roston and Andrew
Marsh are both coincidences?

They had nothing to do with each other.

Well, they both had bad hearts, didn't they?

And they both wrote you into their wills.

But I already testified I didn't
know anything about Andrew's heart.

But you knew about Roston's.

Yes.

And when you couldn't induce a heart attack

before he had surgery to
repair it, you bailed out.

He wasn't any good to you, isn't that right?

I left him when I found him
in bed with someone else.

And that was grounds for leaving?

As sexually liberated as you are?

I couldn't compete.

You couldn't compete?

What was she possibly doing?
Was she using a razor blade?

He was in bed with another man.

I never knew that about him.

I felt betrayed.

I couldn't handle it, so I left.

And it was easier for him to think

that I left because of the money,
but I left because I couldn't stay.

Mr. Roston isn't here to defend himself.

You can say anything you want about him.

Yes, he is.

Ask him yourself.

No further questions.

Redirect, Mr. Dulaney?

Your Honor, the defense rests.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

in the case of the People v. Rebecca
Carlson, have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

How do you find?

The jury finds the defendant

not guilty.

The defendant is released.
This court is adjourned.

Thanks, Gabe.

Frank? Frank?

Thanks.

You almost convinced me.

Trial's over, Frank.

Walk away.

You shouldn't have come.

Stop whining.

You knew you were gonna blow your career.

I'm doing you a favor.

And we will live happily ever
after, but not together.

If you stick around me,
you're going to get yourself

indicted for perjury and murder.

I'm home free.

They can't try me twice, but
you are a different story.

Shit.

Frank.

He heard us.

He's my lawyer. It's privileged.

I'd have given you the same goddamn defense.

But you wouldn't have been as believable.

If I didn't fuck you?

It works.

You slept with him?

I don't think we ever slept, did we, Frank?

Don't look so hurt, Alan.

I fucked you, I fucked
Andrew, I fucked Frank.

That's what I do. I fuck.

And it made me eight million dollars.

So you're fucking Dr. Paley here
and he mentions a rich patient,

a rich, delicate patient,

and you figure you can
fuck yourself into the will.

You know how to do that.

I'm hard to resist.

The coke came from Dr. Paley, didn't it?

Made it untraceable.

Why are you telling him?

He's telling us.

Fuck, if you didn't play me perfectly.

Paley goes on the stand, makes
you look guilty as hell.

Then you set me up to destroy him,

so I can make you look innocent.

Sort of a reverse character witness?

You're a real genius.

Sorry I can't say the same thing about you.

I always thought the message on the answering
machine was a little over the top,

Frank, but you even bought that.

What are you doing here anyways?

Ambulance-chasing?

Looking for a new client?

Talk to Alan here. He
thinks he's in trouble.

You don't give a shit about me.

You're right, I've forgotten you already.

I threw my life away for you!

Hey, what are you...

I'll kill you.

Stop it!

Paley!

Wish.

God.

You're gonna be all right.

Get me out of here, Frank.

Okay.

Okay, you can go.

Do you believe in karma, Frank?

No.

Well, whatever you call it,

people usually get what they deserve.

Except for lawyers.

You should've won the case, Bob.

I did.