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(door opens)

(siren blows)

(door opens)

Well, we're here.

(siren blows)

Tomorrow we start.

Are we ready?

As ready as we're
going to get, I think.

The D. A. Offered
murder two this afternoon,

just like we thought
he would.

And you turned it down?

Yes.

(sighs)

Tell me something
good, Rebecca.

I need to hear
something good.

Well, it won't be long

till we know
what's going to happen.

That's good.

My sister came to visit.

She doesn't want
to get up there.

Can they make her?
She doesn't want to.

Well, unfortunately,
siblings can be forced

to testify
against each other.

There's no privilege.

What if she says
she forgets?

That won't do us
any good, Jan.

She has to tell the truth.

Plus, they already have
her statement to the police.

We're not trying
to hide what happened.

We just have
to explain why.

Why I killed my mother.

Yes.

Tell me something good.

I need to hear
something good.

(music playing)

That was the last cup.
Well, we can make more.

I don't have time to wait.
I have to be in court.

What's going on?

She just drank
the last cup of coffee.

Well, you don't seem
to need it, Rebecca.

Oh, funny, Ellenor.

Do I torment you as you're
about to head off for trial?

Torment?
Now I'm tormenting you?

That was the last cup.
BOBBY: All right.

We ready?
No, we're not ready.

I'm going to have
a caffeine headache

because she just swooped in
and chugged the pot.

Okay, so now I chugged it?

Rebecca, come here
for a second.

You're nervous.

It has got
nothing to do--

Rebecca, they sell coffee
on the way to the courthouse,

they sell it
at the courthouse.

You'll get your coffee.

That's not the point.

What's the point?

Never mind.

Ready?

All set.

She just swooped in
and chugged it.

(horn blows)

Jan came in from Yew York.

I picked her up
at the airport.

We drove together
to mom's.

We were going to celebrate
her birthday.

Your sister's?

Yes, and it was
just a normal dinner

until the cake.

That's when--

well, it was German
chocolate cake.

Is that significant?

Jan is allergic
to coconut--

very allergic,
and she got upset,

angry with mom.

(gasps)

And then mom
got defensive.

She said
she just remembered

that there was something
about chocolate cake--

German chocolate cake--

that she thought it might be
Jan's favorite cake.

Well, that just spiraled
into one of their fights.

They started screaming
at each other,

and I couldn't stay
and listen to them.

One of their fights.

What were they
fighting about?

Jan claims that my father
sexually abused her

for years.

She thinks mom knew
and looked the other way.

Was it true?

Did your father
sexually abuse your sister?

Objection-- foundation.
Sustained.

Did you ever see
your father abuse her?

No.

Did Jan ever tell you
she was being abused

by her father?

Not back then.
Only later--

a few years ago
after he had already died.

Did you believe her?

Objection-- relevance.
Sustained.

Did you ever see
any evidence

that supported
your sister's contention

that she had been
sexually abused?

No.

All right,
back to that night.

What did you do

while your mother
and sister were arguing?

I just left.

I told them I wouldn't
be a part of it.

I went out to my car
and just sat there...

crying, actually.

And then what happened?

I heard screaming.

I ran inside,

and I saw the blood
all over the place,

and I found Jan
in the kitchen.

She couldn't move.

She was just sitting there,
like in-- in a haze.

And my mother was lying on
the kitchen floor...

the knife still in her.

(voice cracking)
She'd--

She'd killed mom.

Oh, my God.
It's beautiful.

You like it?

Like it? Lindsay, you're
the most beautiful--

Oh, my God, I'm just--

No, no. No, no, no--
Pins, pins.

Oh, I'm so sorry.
She's just so beautiful.

Helen.

I'm so-- Oh, God,
you look like a princess.

(horn blows)

When you picked
your sister up at the airport

and drove her
to your mother's house,

did she seem different
to you in any way?

No.

And you said the dinner
was uneventful

until your mother brought out
the birthday cake.

Yes.

So, before the cake
was served,

it would have been
unthinkable

for your sister
to attack your mother?

Sustained.
Objection.

Prior to that dinner,
had you any reason

to think your sister
might be a violent person?

No.

Jan's always been
a quiet person,

a gentle person.

And when you found
your sister in the kitchen,

you said
she was "in a haze."

Did you say
anything to her?

Yes, I was screaming at her,
asking what happened.

Did she respond?

No, she--
she just sat there

like a zom-- sh--

Like a zombie?

That's what
you were going to say?

Aloud. If you would.

Yes.

Thank you.

That's all.

(indistinct chatter)

I thought that went well.

You did?

Well, she didn't say
anything that damaging,

at least not--

Bec, that was her sister.

The jury's going to go
back in that room

and say her own sister
testified against her.

Plus, to make insanity,
we got to prove that she was

having a flashback
of some prior abuse

while we can't even
really seem

to prove the abuse happened
in the first place.

Now, are you ready
with the doctor?

I'm ready.

(door opens)

It's bad luck for you
to see me in it first,

but I just wanted
to give you a peek

at the material.
It is so great.

The material of what?

Isn't it gorgeous?
Touch it.

What's this?

My wedding dress.

You know, the things brides
wear at the ceremony?

Lindsay, I thought you
were going to wear

my mother's wedding dress.

What?

We talked about this.

We talked about me wearing
your mother's wedding dress?

Yes. I mean,
the very night I proposed,

I said you'd walk
down the aisle

wearing my mother's
wedding dress.

I-I've been saving it.

I don't remember you saying
anything about wearing--

I talked
about how beautiful it is...

I don't remember.

And how great you'd
look in it.

Bobby, I don't remember.

How could you not remember?

I'd just been stabbed,
and then you proposed,

and I don't remember you
saying anything about--

Okay, never mind.
This is beautiful.

I'm sure
they'll take it back.

Take it back?

The detective will be quick,

then we'll put up
Dr. Starger,

and then you, Jan.

(gasps)

Okay.

Should we go
over my testimony again?

Well, actually,
I would prefer not to.

I don't want you sounding
too rehearsed,

but, Jan,

you'll have to tell
your story,

no matter
how painful it is.

If you close down
up there,

we're in trouble.

Okay.

It's going well so far,
right?

It's going well?

It's a little
too soon to tell.

His mother?

Yes, he expects me to wear
the dress that she wore.

I've seen a picture
of his mother.

She was built
like a dump truck.
Helen.

You cannot not wear
the dress you had made.

It's a big deal to him.

You know him and his mother.
He gets very emotional.

Have you seen
what she wore?
No.

I'm sure it's hideous.
Let's think about this.

He's been saving it
since she died.

Okay,
here's how you play it.

"Honey, I'd love to wear
your mother's dress."

Then, when you see it,
for whatever reason,

it just won't work.
Lie to him?

Yes. On this, absolutely.
See the dress, love it.

You'd die to wear it,

but since the last one
who did did--

Helen.
You know what I mean.

Make the gesture.
It'll make him happy.

Then wear the gorgeous one
you had made.

Jan came to see me
about two years ago,

just after the death
of her father.

She was feeling sleepy
and sad.

She was having
health problems

that were interfering
with her work,

and she also complained
about not being able

to keep relationships
with men.

Anything else, doctor?

Yes.

There were periods of time

that she couldn't
account for--

sometimes minutes,

but other times,
she lost hours.

I found her to be suffering
from P. T. S. D.

P.T.S.D.?

Post-traumatic stress
disorder.

Could you tell the jury
what that is?

Certainly. Basically,
it's a complex set

of reactions
to a traumatic event.

In this case,

Jan was experiencing
a flashback.

Flashback?

Yes. We see it often
in Vietnam vets,

rape victims,
plane crash survivors.

These flashbacks
are short but intense

and extremely real
to the patient.

You mean like
a hallucination?

Yes, but even more real.

It's as if they are living
inside of the memory,

like it's happening
at that very instant.

And specifically,

what memory are we
talking about with Jan?

Her being sexually abused
by her father.

Did you determine what triggers
these flashbacks with Jan?

It could be
almost anything--

a sound, a smell,

an anniversary
of the event.

What about
a birthday party?

That's certainly possible.

Doctor, did you
interview Ms. Carlson

after she killed
her mother?

Yes. I spent
several hours with her.

Did you form a medical opinion
as to what happened that night?

Yes, I did.

Could you state it?

In my opinion,
Jan Carlson experienced

a post-traumatic stress
flashback,

and while she was living
inside of the memory

of that sexual abuse,

she lashed out
at the one person

that she then considered

to be her most imminent
threat.

But her mother wasn't
the one abusing her.

At that moment,

it could have been anyone
in the room.

Jan Carlson killed her mother
without even knowing it.

(indistinct chatter)

It's beautiful,

but it's--
it's a little short.

I think it's going
to be too short,

and what a shame.

I'm told it can be
lengthened, no problem.

Oh. Oh, great.

Wow.

Is it from the 1800s?

I think it's Edwardian.

Lindsay,
you are going to look

so, so beautiful in it.

I mean, I-I feel like
I'm going to cry

just seeing you
stand next to it.

Me, too. You know,
I wish I could see it on

without having to alter it
'cause it's just so perfect,

I would hate to do
anything to it.

Lucy, would you
try this on?

Over my dead body.

I mean, Bobby,
I wouldn't want to insult

your mother's dead body.

Please, it'll take you
two seconds.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I'm just so moved.

You say that in one
of these flashbacks,

the person has no control
over his or her actions.

No conscious control,
that's right.

Would they have enough control

to say...
grab a kitchen knife...

...as a weapon?

I think so.

Well, would they have enough
control

to open a cabinet drawer,

to grab that kitchen knife?

I don't know.

Would a person
have enough control

over their actions

to open a cabinet drawer,
search for a knife

from among a dozen
other kitchen tools,

then pursue a victim
throughout the house?

Objection.
Objection.

There's been
no evidence of pursuit.

The objection is sustained.

Dr. Starger.

Can you tell us for a fact

that Jan Carlson experienced
one of these flashbacks

the night she murdered
her mother?

Objection the term "murder."

Murder involves
a culpable state of mind--

Withdrawn. Can you
tell us for a fact

she suffered from a flashback
the night she killed her mother?

That would be impossible
to know.

Have you ever seen the defendant
experience a flashback?

No.

You've never seen it?

Once?

No.

So, for all
you actually know,

Jan Carlson may have
made up these stories

about flashbacks
and sexual abuse.

Look, I have been
treating her

for a very long time--

Has she ever
offered you any proof

that she was sexually abused
by her father?

A diary, a doctor's note,
a police report, anything?

I don't cross-examine
my patients.

You took her
at her word.

I feel that I can
usually tell

when a patient is feigning
their symptoms, and--

You took her
at her word.

Yes, I did.

Thank you, Dr. Starger.

(indistinct chatter)

Don't say a word to me.

I think you look great.

Never mind.

You know, Bobby,

it's a beautiful,
beautiful dress,

but it's really designed to be
worn by a shorter person.

Plus, the pressure of living up
to your mother's memory--

She hates the dress.
I don't hate it.

Why don't you just tell him?

It looks like wallpaper.

Ellenor.
Excuse me?

It looks more like
a doily to me.

Jimmy!
What?

You know, those things you put
on the arm of the chair.

Yeah, I know what a doily is,
but it doesn't look like that.

Bobby, it's beautiful.

Why don't you want
to wear it

if we can have it altered?

She hates it.

I don't hate it.

Lindsay, do you hate it?

Well, I-I would just
rather wear the other one.

No, I want you
to wear this one.

Bobby...

(door slams)

with all due respect
to your mother,

the decision
of what I wear

really should be
my decision.

Lindsay, this is
very personal to me.

I get that.
I really do,

but a wedding dress--

it's-- it's very personal
to the bride, too.

Lindsay, I don't ask
for much. One concession--

You don't ask for much?

You insist on
a Catholic wedding--

I'm Catholic.
Well, I'm not.

You picked out where
we'd have the reception...

It's a place
near the Church.

What we'd eat.
You said you
didn't care.

On the dress,
I do care.

I can't believe
you're doing this.

Bobby, is this a partnership,
or do you dictate everything?

I'm not dictating.
I'm asking for one damn thing.

This is not one thing.

Oh, it's typical
you'd be so stubborn.

You have made every decision
without consulting me.

Now you're telling me
that I have to wear

your dead mother's doily?
Well, I'm not.

I'm wearing the dress
that I picked out.

If I have
to eat communion,

you can swallow this.

(door opens)

(door slams)

Can you describe
these flashbacks

for the court?

Well,
the most common one--

I'm in my bed,
looking up at the ceiling

at where my mother painted
clouds and a blue sky.

and then the door opens
quietly,

and I know it's my father.

I keep staring at the clouds

imagining myself
high above everything.

I don't look down.

I never look at him,

but I feel him.

And then...

he's...

he's inside me,
and it burns.

I tell myself
to think about the clouds,

think about heaven

how much better
it'd be up there.

Then I hear
mother's footsteps

stopping
right outside my door.

I scream,
but nothing comes out.

I try to punch and kick,
but my arms and legs won't move.

There's nothing I can do.

And then the footsteps
fade away.

And I'm there
alone with him again.

Jan?

Did you hate
your mother?

No.

I loved her.

I wanted her
to love me,

to save me.

And when she didn't?

I don't know.

I never wanted
to kill her.

I just wanted her
to love me.

The night your mother
was killed--

do you remember anything?

I remember her
bringing out the cake.

There were candles.

You don't remember
picking up a knife?

No.

One second
there's a cake,

the next, she's dying.

I have no memory
of what happened.

Was there something
about the cake

that could've triggered
these old memories?

I hated my birthdays.

He'd always come in
on my birthdays.

You used to work
as a draftsperson

for a firm called
Madison and Company?

Yes.

And in 1995, you quit.
Could you tell us why?

Their office had
fluorescent lighting

that gave me migraines,

which, ultimately,
became incapacitating.

You spent
the next three months

working for the architect
Dylan Wolf.

Freelance.

And according
to records there,

you left because you feared
developing an ulcer.

I was working
18 hours a day.

It was extremely
stressful.

I was worried
about an ulcer.

And three months ago,

you filed
a workman's compensation claim

against your employer,
Baxter Design Corporation.

You couldn't work

because you hurt
your arm and shoulder.

It's called
thoracic outlet syndrome.

It happens
to architects, too.

But, in fact,
Ms. Carlson,

you were about to be fired
by Baxter Design.

No.

You went
to three specialists,

and none could find
a medical reason for your pain.

Objection.
What's the relevance of this?

It goes to pattern.

Every time the defendant

is held responsible
for her behavior,

she develops a mysterious
medical condition to blame.

Objection.
Move to strike that.

Get fired from the job,
blame thoracic outlet syndrome.

Murder your mother
in cold blood,

it's post-traumatic
stress disorder.

REBECCA AND EUGENE:
Objection!

Sustained.

Ms. Carlson.

Your mother left an estate,
valued at $2.3 million.

Are you a beneficiary
of that inheritance?

I inherit with my sister.

Yes.

(indistinct chatter)

It's all consistent
with abuse survivors--

ulcers, migraines.

I say we recall
Dr. Starger.

It won't matter. It looks
like she's making excuses.

What about
her pediatrician?

Her pediatrician?

We got to show abuse occurred.
We still haven't proved--

But he never
reported anything.

Because they didn't
in those days.

But there's evidence of symptoms
in her medical records.

Look, she has urinary
infections, weight loss--

Those symptoms
don't conclude abuse,

and the pediatrician
will just testify

he didn't see anything
to report.

Excuse me.
Ms. Washington?

My-- My name
is Steven Hatfield.

I'm Brianna's husband.

She's your client's
sister.

Yes, I know.
How can I help you?

Well, I'm not very comfortable
coming to you like this,

but I understand
that Brianna testified

that her father
never abused her.

Yes.

I believe that
to be a lie.

I don't think
it's deliberate.

I think she's been lying
to herself.

About her being abused
as a child?

Yes. I knew her dad.
A nicer guy you couldn't want,

and I didn't want to believe
Jan's accusations about the guy,

but it got me thinking
about some of the problems

Brianna and I had had.

What kind of problems?

In the bedroom.

Every time I would try
to bring the subject up,

she'd shut me down.

Either that or she would accuse
me of being 'over-sexed'.

It got to a point where she
wouldn't even let me touch her.

Then about six months ago,
she filed for divorce.

Mr. Hatfield, there could be
a lot of reasons

why you and your wife
had sexual problems.

Yes, but she had this reflex
to being touched.

Sitting in a chair
or lying in bed next to me,

if she saw that I was about
to touch her,

she'd be okay--

not relaxed, but okay.

But if I ever came up
on her from behind

or touched her when she
didn't see it coming--

even a touch on the arm--

her whole body would contract.

I always thought
it was possible

she might be the victim
of some abuse,

and I tried to get her
to talk to me about it,

but she wouldn't go there.

He's lying. He's trying
to get back at me or something.

What motive would he have
to make this up?

I don't know, but he's lying.
It never happened.

Brianna...did it?

No, Jan, he's lying.

Brianna...

Jan, you know Steven. He's got
to find blame for everything.

This is just his way
of saying

that the marriage failed
because of me.

You know Steven.

I don't believe her.

I believe her, but maybe
she's repressed it.

What if you hypnotized her?
Could that bring out--

It doesn't sound like
she wants to be treated,

and if so, I certainly
can't force her.

But we can force her
to testify.

But what good would that do?
She would just deny--

how convincing
did you just find her?

I don't want you
to be brutalizing my sister.

Jan, her testimony
stands to convict you.

She had to testify.
She was subpoenaed.

It doesn't matter.
What she said was damaging.

Plus, this is no time
to be protecting her.

We got to recall her.

And do what?

Whatever we can.

(horn blows)

You didn't have
to get anti-Catholic.

I wasn't anti-Catholic.

I was referring to the length
of the ceremony,

which I wanted to be short.

Still, you take shots at
his mother and his religion?

Don't you have work
to do?

Why is it no one
ever wants my counsel?

Lindsay, in my office.

No.

Excuse me?

I said no. This is
a personal matter.

You don't order me around
on personal matters.

That's what
you need to get, Bobby.

Well, you want to talk
about a personal matter

in front
of everybody else?

No, but I don't want
to be ordered.

Why don't we pick
a neutral--

Stay out of this.

I'd love to.
Tell me where's a good spot.

Jimmy, shut up.
You think you're funny?

Hey, don't jump on him.

You stay out
of it, too, Ellenor.

We don't want to be in it.
Take this to another room.

I tried to.

Yeah, but you ordered her.

BOBBY AND LINDSAY:
Quiet!

Bite away.

I'm leaving.

Oh, there's
a mature response. Just...

(door slams)

leave.

Do you know
what the expression

"loss of consortium" means?

I suppose.

Your husband
Steven Hatfield claims

your marriage failed because
of loss of consortium.

You wouldn't have sex
with him. Is that true?

No, it isn't.

In the three years
since your father died,

about how often did you
have sex with your husband?

Do I have to answer
these questions?

I'm sorry, you do.

How often?

I don't know.
Every few weeks.

Objection.
What relevance is there--

I'm trying to establish
a history of sexual dysfunction.

It isn't true.

I understand you don't
want to believe it.

I don't want to believe it,
counselor,

because it isn't true.

Do you consider your sister
to be an honest person, Brianna?

Yes.

Ever known her to lie?

No, except for this.

"This" being her claim

that she was sexually abused
by your father?

Yes.

And why would she lie
about this?

I have no idea.

No motive
to your knowledge?

No.
Did you ever think,
well, maybe it happened?

No.
It ever happen to you?

No.

He never opened your door
and came into your room?

No, he didn't.

He never crawled
into your bed?

No.

Because if he did,
and you never said anything,

I guess you'd feel
a little responsible

for him moving on
to your younger sister.

He never did that.

Did what, come into
your room or Jan's?

Either. It never happened.

You know for a fact
it didn't happen with Jan?

Now, how do you know that
for a fact?

I don't believe
that it happened.

So, it's possible?

No, it's not possible.

So, you know
for a fact again?
Objection!

I know for a certainty.

And that's different
than for a fact?

Your honor!
All right, Mr. Young.

Ms. Hatfield,
previously, you testified

that when your mother
and Jan started to argue,

you fled the house. Why?

I just didn't want
to hear them fighting.

So, you didn't want
to stay in the house

and listen to talk
about your father

sexually abusing Jan?

That's right.

You just ran out of the house,
didn't want to deal with it?

No.

Do you love
your sister Jan?

Of course I do.

Somebody you love claims
she was sexually abused,

and you don't even want
to talk about it?

You run
from the discussion?

I don't believe
she was sexually abused.

Well, did you ever
counsel her to get help?

I mean, if she thinks
she was sexually abused

or lies about it--
somebody you love--

did you ever try
to help her

or see that
she got help?

No.

Truth is, you didn't want
to go near this subject,

did you, Brianna?

You had to run out of this room
every time it happened

because he touched you.

Asked and answered.
No, he didn't.

Just like you want
to run out of the room now.

He never touched me!

She's on trial for
murder here, and you're going

to let her go down just like
you let him go into her room--

Stop it!

Why can't you
admit it happened?

Why didn't you
make him stop?
Carlson, sit down.

You could've made
daddy stop!

JUDGE CAMP: Enough!

I didn't have
to feel alone.

You gave your sister
to him, Brianna.

Objection!
No, I didn't!

Mr. Young!
I didn't do anything!

You let him crawl
into your bed

just the way he crawled
into yours.

Get away from me!

You get away!

Look at your sister,
Brianna.

You can't even look
at her.

She needs you
to remember.

Please get away from me.

It's a dress.

Exactly. So, what's the big deal
about me wearing it?

Well, that's my question.

What's the big deal to you
about wearing it

when you know
how important it is to me?

Why the hell
isn't it important to you

how I feel
on my wedding day?

Did you ever stop
to consider, Bobby,

that it's my day, too,
or is it only your day,

like it's only
your marriage?

What's that
supposed to mean?

It means that you don't look
at this like a partnership,

or if you do, you consider
yourself a senior partner.

Well, if it's going
to be that, Bobby--

Lindsay,
what is wrong with you?

What's wrong with me?

Yes, you're acting
like a crazy person.

I mean,
is this just stress?

Don't blame this
on stress or PMS

or whatever other label you
want to hang on to justify--

I'm just trying to talk to you,
and you're screaming at me.

I hate the way
you proposed to me!

It came out of trauma,
and that's--

I-- You're so guarded,

so...

you keep your emotions
in a vault.

It took
some-- some catastrophe

to set them loose
when I got stabbed,

but that was just
a fluke.

Do I have to get on a deathbed
for you to unlock--

Lindsay,
what is going on?

When you lost
your mother--

I don't know. I--

It must've been
some kind of pain.

From what I gather,
you two...

I don't think
you'll ever risk

getting hurt
like that again.

I don't think
you'll ever let somebody

become this center
of your life.

You'll lose too much control
or something.

What are you telling me?

You don't want a partner.

You want an accessory

to compliment your life,
not...

I don't want in
on that.

I don't want to end up

marooned on your island.

Maybe we should
call this off.

You don't want to--

you don't want
to get married?

No.

Imagine you're 9.

It's your birthday,

and your mother brings out
your birthday cake

and tells you to make a wish
before you blow out the candles.

Do you wish for a new bike,
a doll you saw at a toy store?

Jan Carlson
wished her father

would stop forcing her
to have sex with him.

She prayed for someone
to protect her

from this nightmare.

But not long after she blew out
the birthday candles,

her father would creep
into her bedroom

with one last gift
to give her.

So, she picks up a knife

and murders her mother--

not her father,

the one who supposedly committed
these horrific acts--

her mother.

And then trots out,

"Hey, I was abused
as a child."

Post-traumatic
stress disorder,

and that's a good one.

We see all kinds

of imaginative defenses
these days.

We have rape trauma syndrome,
battered wives syndrome,

steroid rage, Prozac defense.

There are as many disorders
as there are crimes these days,

and they all amount
to the same thing--

Escaping responsibility.

This isn't something
she invented.

You heard the expert
medical testimony.

Jan Carlson's mind
was gone that night.

She was suddenly reliving
an awful memory,

a horrible memory
of sexual abuse.

You listened to Jan.

You listened to Dr. Starger,

and you listened

to her sister Brianna,
didn't you?

The power of a mind
to fight off a memory.

For three years,

Bernard Carlson
entered Jan's room.

For three years,
her mother knew

and did nothing.

And on February 9th,

Jan's mind,
caught in that memory,

just snapped.

She snapped.

And after snapping,

she stands to inherit
more than $1 million.

She either did it
for the money,

or she did it
for revenge.

Either way,
it's murder one.

Where's Bobby?

He's in his office.

Tell him I'm here.

What are you
going to do?

Who said
it was your business?

My friend, my business.
What are you going to do?

Helen, she left me.
There's nothing I can do.

Listen to me.
When you and I were dating,

I got this sense that you
had it all figured out--

how life would be,
how it should be.

And when you found somebody
who fit nicely

into your little life plan,
you'd get married.

Now, I knew I would
never be the one

to just fill that slot.

Thank you, Helen.
I'm not interested--

Bobby, would you
listen to me?

I might not have another
chance to interfere, okay?

Lindsay's not going to slide
into any slot, either,

and your life might not
fit her any better

than your mother's dress,
but if you love her--

Helen, if you don't
let go of me--

Bobby, do you want to spend
the rest of your life alone?

As much as I love her,

she's not the one
I'm worried about.

She's the greatest woman
I know.

She'll find somebody,
probably better than you.

Thank you.

But you're not going to find
anybody better than her.

I know it, and you know it.

Let her be
your partner, Bobby,

not just because
it's what she wants--

because it's what you need.

How much longer?

We don't know.

There's no way
of telling.

(sighs)

Tell me something good,
Rebecca.

I need to hear
something good.

(knock on door)

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I made you
feel so alone.

Do you remember?

I don't know, Jan.

But I think I need
someone to help me.

You remember.

I'm sorry, Janny.

Jury's back.

(sighs)

Will the defendant
please rise?

Mr. Foreman,
have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

What say you?

On the count 42113,
murder in the first degree,

we the jury find
the defendant Jan Carlson...

not guilty.

(indistinct chatter)

On the count 42114,
murder in the second degree,

we the jury find
the defendant Jan Carlson...

not guilty.

(sobbing)

The defendant is released.

The jury is dismissed
with the thanks of the court.

We are adjourned.
(pounds gavel)

(door opens)

I haven't totally
figured out

how to let people
in my life.

Everything you said--

the things you fear--

probably all true.

But this idea that I, uh,

I don't want to share
my life,

that I don't want
a partner--

that I reject.

I love you, Lindsay.

Whatever I have to do
to convince you of that...

to earn the right
to go on loving you

for the rest of my life...

I'll do it.

Please...

marry me.

I won't wear that dress.

Forget the dress.

You have to let me in.

I will.

Okay. Let's get married.

(siren blows)

(radio chatter)

(siren blows)

(radio chatter)

(radio chatter)

What happened?

They picked up
some food for dinner.

Brianna came out
of the restaurant,

started walking
to the car,

and she says she saw
her father

and just gunned
the accelerator.

10 people witnessed it.

She ran over Brianna.

Congratulations.

She really does
have a disorder.

You got her off.

You couldn't have
got her some help?

(indistinct chatter)

Jan?

I don't remember.

I saw him, and then...

is it really Bri?

Yeah.

Is she going to be okay?

She's going to be okay,
right?

Tell me something good,
Rebecca.

I need to hear
something good.

(gasps)

Tell me something good.

Tell me something good.

Tell me something good.

(music playing)

You stinker!

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