All language subtitles for Guilty Conscience

The law is a net to catch a
fly and let the hawk go free.

And that's a rather subversive power.

You won't find it in
Blackstone by the way. But uh,

since we are charged with
defending our clients, our hawks,

then we must find holes in that
net and widen them. And some weave.

We unweave in the name of
reasonable fees and I, uh,

I believe there is something
else. Oh yes, justice.

So in closing, let me give you
two final pieces of advice.

Just remember to have the right father or

the right wife.

Those can come in very handy
in the years ahead. Anyway,

thank you all very much and uh,
good luck to you all. Thank you.

It's always a great pleasure
to hear Arthur Jameson's views,

however unorthodox they may be.

I trust we all know that he has
his tongue firmly in his cheek,

that no one serves the legal profession
better and more responsibly than he.

And now I have great pleasure
in introducing a noted

attorney, constitutional authority
and, uh, not incidentally,

one of your professors in
intentional torts and negligence.

Simon Dietrich.

Is someone there? Arthur?

Is that you? Who's there?

Who's there? I warned
you. I'll call the police.

Arthur.

I what On Earth?

I was just gonna get myself
a drink. Come and join me.

You almost skewed me a heart attack.
I thought we were being robbed.

Wrong term. I not robbed Burg.

Robbery involved the threat
of force of violence.

So I had a trigger on that by the
way. So unless you want to shoot me,

I can probably put phone
along you. Thank you.

Home early. I thought you'd
be there till after midnight.

Maybe you're looking at a mirage.

What?

It was an interesting
trial last year in father,

but the entire defense rested on the
worst alibi I've ever heard. Thank you.

A man went to a country
club dance, ducked out,

murdered his business partner across town,

and then went back to the dance again.

Amazing thing was that no one noticed
he was gone, not even his wife. Anyway,

he was acquitted and uh, he later
told his attorney Ted number,

Ted all said you had beautiful hair.

.

Anyway, he told Ted that, uh, he was away
for two hours. Isn't that incredible?

I.

Said, what are you talking about?
You're not making any sinks.

And I thought I was it. Sorry.

Oh Lord.

Problem.

I just called the police. I
better get them before they.

What.

Is this?

Clear evidence of a crime. It's not
brought nafa yet. Don't patch that.

Why not?

'Cause it's in Jimmy. There's no reason
for your fingerprints to be on it.

What?

What are you doing?

Are you out of your mind

sir?

Oh, this is absurd. Will you
please tell me what you're doing?

I just set recorder. Alright, stop it.

Hudson. Look. Committing what?
In heaven's name. I know. I know.

I owe you an explanation.

What is presumed to have happened yet
tonight is someone broke in the door's,

been jimmied and started
taking our take books.

You heard a noise and called the police.

I believe your phrase was
Someone's downstairs. A prowler.

How did you know that?

He took the gun from our nightstand drawer
and came down here to investigate the

thi.

Saw you panicked and
there was a struggle then.

Unfortunately he shot you.

All right. The gun has a rubberized
grip. It won't take legible prints.

And that's covered. I cigar. I could
have smoked it before I went out.

I have brother. I'll check that with me.

Obviously I'll have to accelerate things.

At least take an average of 12 minutes
to respond to a crime in progress.

Call if I've been here much too long, I
have to cut it in half. Anything else?

I think he was there, your honor.

Police found the glass and the
ice wasn't even melted yet.

He did.

Let's let us to make sure that no one
ceased me leave. And that should be that.

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

So help me God. Your
witness. Mr. Prosecutor,

state your name and occupation
please. My name is Arthur Jameson.

I practice law. Oh, come now, sir.
You argue to yourself justice,

isn't it?

The fact that you are one of the most
prominent criminal attorneys in the state,

if not the country guilty. Pardon?

You make it difficult to be modest
cans Learn. Since I'm under oath,

I'm simply agreeing with you.

Mr. Jameson,

would you be good enough to tell the jury
of the events of the night of June 15?

Certainly.

I had been invited to speak to a group
of graduating law students each June they

saw a dinner at something of a tradition.
And did you go to this dinner? I did.

Well, wast Herald the students
took a bank room at a local hotel.

How was your wife when you left
her? I'm not sure I understand.

Are you asking me about
her mood, her character?

I was referring to her physical state
and I suggest you say so your function is

to clarify, not obscure Mr. Jameson.

With all due respect,

I would appreciate a less patronizing
attitude and I would appreciate,

with all due respect, questions
of a more pertinent nature.

I will certainly try to do better.
Sir, As for your wife? As for my wife,

and answer to what I
think you're asking me.

A physical state was one
of being alive. Go on.

I drove to the hotel. We all sat
down to dinner at eight. At 10.

I made some brief remarks and I
was followed by the other guest.

When did the evening end? I hate
to keep hopping on the time.

Perfectly understandable. I'd say 1115.

Then some of us went into the
hotel bar for a night cap.

We've heard testimony that your
wife called the police at 10 40.

She reported that cower in the house.
When they arrived on the scene,

they found that she had
been, forgive me Mr. Jameson.

I know this is difficult for you. They
found she had been shot and killed.

Yes. According to their report,

you came home at UH
1206. 1206. That's fine.

Most people would've said around midnight.

You don't have most people on the stand.
Counselor. Yes, I'm very aware of that.

In any event, when you were
told what had happened,

you reacted with shock and outrage.
You must have loved her very much.

Yes I did. Of course. And
that's why I'm puzzled.

But in the weeks before her death,

she told a number of her friends
that she wanted a divorce.

She also said she had a assure
herself of an enormous settlement.

What does that suggest to you?

It suggests that we had one of our
rare fights and she overreacted. Yes.

But this enormous settlement,

our examination of your financial records
indicate that your wife had signed a

prenuptial agreement. Why would she
assume she'd get anything at all?

And unless that's why.
Unless just as an example,

she had reason to believe she
had certain leverage. Objection,

your Honor. Clearly immaterial.

Isn't it a fact that the bar associations
of three states have questioned the

conduct of some of your recent cases
and that there have been rumors of sharp

practices? Objection.
Strike that from the record.

I cite the prosecutor for
sharp practices of his own.

But if these rumors about your
professional integrity, the two,

and if your wife was somehow in
possession of damaging information,

the objection has been
sustained. Counselor.

So it has withdraw the question.

Would I be correct in assuming that
you were happily married? You would,

I'm sure we all envy you. And by the
way, and no doubt of the subject,

shortly before she died, your
wife who seemed to have a bruise,

actually more like a cut high
on her cheek near her left eye,

the eye itself was blackened. Have
you any idea how this happened?

She stumbled in the bathroom and cut
herself on the corner of a cabinet.

An accident then? That's
correct. An accident.

Are you right-handed to or
lefthanded? I failed to see.

Answer the question
please. I'm right-handed.

If I were right-handed and were to strike
someone with the court's indulgence,

this is by way of a visual
demonstration for the jury.

I would bring up my hand thusly and hit
the person I was facing on the left.

Cheek.

I see you wear no rings in your
right hand. No. But you did.

At least until recently,

the skin at the base of your ring finger
is whiter than the rest of your hand.

And from this you conclude
what? That I hit my wife.

I leave it to the jury to
form conclusions. Counselor,

before you embarrass yourself,

may I remind you that at
the time of my wife's death,

I was at the dinner surrounded by dozens
of witnesses. And while you were there,

she was killed by a thief. Exactly.

There'd been a number of crimes in the
neighborhood. That's why we kept a gun.

You spent the entire evening at this
dinner? Yes. Never left the room.

Never left the room. I don't
mean to contradict you,

but we've heard testimony that you didn't
return to your table after you spoke a

Call of Nature Counselor. So you
went to the hotel restroom? Yes.

Did you return to your table? I did not.

I didn't want to interrupt
Professor Dietrich.

So I stood at the side of the
room where no one saw you.

Had no idea whether anyone saw me or not.

The guests were paying
attention to the speaker.

So I doubted however I was there.
But you can't prove that. No.

No. Can you prove otherwise?

Mr. Jameson? According to your
testimony, you began your,

and I quote brief remarks at 10,

your wife called the police at 10 40.

What was to stop you from going home
instead of the restroom? .

Why would I do that? Counselor
to avoid tipping the attendant.

The hotel is no more than a
few miles from your house.

A drive of perhaps 15 minutes. At most.

You an encyclopedia of
extraneous information.

I.

Wouldn't dare to be extraneous, sir.
Not after your lecture on penance.

So let us assume that you did leave the
hotel. That is a dangerous assumption.

Dangerous for who? Mr.
Jameson, your wife. Objection.

15 minutes to drive to your house. 10
minutes to do whatever had to be done.

Objection. Another 15 minutes back
to the hotel would've been gone.

No more than 45 minutes. Your
Honor. This is grandstanding.

The prosecutor is accusing me of
nothing more serious than the crime of

convenient geography.

Am I to be held responsible for the
proximity of a hotel to my home? Yes sir.

You are a young man named Bill Keith was
the banquet chairman and his prepared

to testify that you suggested
that location for the dinner.

He will also tell us that your acceptance
was conditional upon the availability

of nearby accommodations.

Not very clever of me.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
the elements of a crime are, means,

motive and opportunity. And if you
consider Arthur Jameson in this life,

you will see that he had a means,
a burglary that never took place.

He had the motive.

His wife wanted a divorce and was
demanding a large financial settlement.

And he had the opportunity,

a dinner near his home that was
intended to serve as an alibi,

but it's a phantom alibi.

And the so-called burglary
outrageous logic in every way.

Here is a terrified woman who calls
the police and reports an intu.

Does she then lock herself in her
room and wait for them to arrive? No.

Instead she makes a totally irrational
trip downstairs to confront the

thief irrational. That is,

unless there was no thief
and she knew the intruder.

Ah, it won't work. I'll
have to do it another way.

Absolutely.

I have to plug up some of the
holes. Killer in the bedroom.

The alibi. Very weak.
It's an unacceptable risk.

We'd have to come up with something
better reasonably soon. I beg your pardon.

What? Were you speaking to me? No.

I'm just clearing my throat. Oh, sorry.

Ladies and gentlemen, the captain has
just turned on the no smoking sign.

Would.

You please extinguish
all cigarettes and make.

Sure you're seen.

Through an upright position
in preparation for our.

In San Francisco.

Accident? Advantage could be a thousand
miles away when she dies. Disadvantage,

you'd be trading one altros for
another. I did twice. And a hit man.

Now has to be done without an comforts.

Yeah.

What if.

What if she died in a fire?

Yeah.

When she goes to sleep. I could rig
something with a burning candle.

How long would it take to burn
down? I wonder. Half an Now perhaps

I could surround the candle
with crumpled newspapers.

Your Honor, I begged my wife not to
smoke in bed, but she wouldn't listen.

The night of the fire
was driving home quietly.

And I heard sirens
advantage and have an alibi

disadvantage. She doesn't
smoke. Your Honor.

Do you think the jury would believe that
my wife took up cigarettes on the day

of her death?

No.

Hardly

scratched the fire.

What if.

Oh, Arthur.

In here.

Someone with you?

No. Why?

I thought I be talking.

Just thinking out loud. Occupational
disease. You are home early. Yes.

Spain was out of schedule. The first
for American aviation. I missed it.

Mm-hmm.

. No kiss. Bad side.

You were gonna think things
over while I was away.

Don't press me, Arthur.

Oh, of course not. It's a very
important decision. Take your time,

hasn't you yet has it? No.
Very sorry about that. Really?

And I did miss you. Should we go things?

No. Sure.

Arthur thought you eliminated that part
of our relationship a long time ago.

I'm suddenly trying to bring it back.

Oh, do I have no motive?

Always. I'd like a drink.
You get me something?

Maybe some. Sherry,

how was Houston?

Pretty much as expected. Two weeks
at bourbon bottom and barbecue.

Are you going to take the case? I.

Don't know. It's complicated defense.

I'm not impressed by the home team.

Still considering the fee involved.
I don't suppose I can turn it down.

.

Or can I?

Why you asking me?

Because you, my dearest one, have a
consuming interest in my finances,

which are not what they
should be at the moment.

I find it difficult to believe that
you can't come up with a settlement.

Oh, I can, but not now. You get your
money. You just have to wait for each.

Why do I get the impression
you're stalling me.

Darling. When blackmail someone
first, make sure he is liquid.

This isn't blackmail.

Did I say blackmail?
Sorry. Slip of the door.

All I want is reasonable maintenance.

Yeah. And the space and the weekend house.

I'm accustomed to a certain way of life.
That's the one thing you've given me.

I want it to continue.

I mean, a few years from now. What?

Then will you come back
and gouge me for more?

No.

Do I have you word in there?

A woman who spent the past six
months listening on my phone calls,

checking my mail,

and dropping by the office so she
could read what was on my desk.

It was necessary.

Why? You knew I'd could be a divorce.

Oh, no question. But what
kind of a divorce? Arthur,

you had me sign a prenuptial
agreement when we were married.

I wouldn't get anything. Not even
the car. I had to protect myself.

So you wrote it around and
dredged up some old rumors.

Rumors. Tell me something. Arthur,

what is the penalty for the
misappropriation of a client's trust fund?

That's grand theft, isn't it? Or the
passing of information to a juror.

Whatever you have on me, my
dearest or think you have,

is nothing but conjecture.

If you went to the district
attorney of the state bar, it would.

Welcome me with open arms. You're not
exactly popular in legal circles over the,

but let's change the subject, shall we?
The last time we had this conversation,

you hit me.

Can you handle some praise?

I'm not used to it. I can try.

You may have jumped to
the wrong conclusion,

but I'm very impressed by
this new initiative. You
invite this when I married.

You? No, I was much more pliable.

It had its appeal.

Oh, I'm sure it did. Who else
would agree not to have children?

Because they get in the way. And then
there was the fact I was a judge's.

Daughter. T judge.

At the time. You didn't make those
distinctions. The judge was a judge.

You assumed he'd have connections.

Incorrectly as it turned out.

Anyway,

I'm not as pliable anymore after all
this time. Some of you was rubbed off.

Good reason to stay together. What's.

The matter? Arthur? Will
a divorcing convenience.

You all those women and no more,

no wees to use as an excuse
for ending relationships.

Ah. Is that why you're doing all
this real unimagined other women?

I'm doing it because I
finally can on my own terms.

I see we've dropped the fiction
that you're thinking things over.

Would you give me some more
eyes? This is a bit warm.

Changing the subject.

I think we've exhausted it
at the moment, don't you?

Whatever you say we're out. I'll get some.

Now. Let me, I should start
writing to do things for myself.

Oh, by the way, that, um, that
young law student, bill Keith,

he called again this morning.

He wants to know if you're going
to their dinner on the 15th.

When he calls back. Tell
him, I can't make it.

I thought you wanted to go.

Changed my mind. It
wouldn't be productive.

What if it wasn't murder?

What if it was death by natural causes?

Is that a viable approach? It depends.

Or on the circumstances. And your alibi.

Why would I even need an alibi? Suppose
I arranged some kind of accident.

Why wouldn't they take it at face value?
You know why A domestic situation?

And there is also the
fact that you struck her,

which can be construed as a clear
indication of your intensity.

Her brotherly harm. All
very prejudicial dammit.

Always comes back to Phi Alibi.

Alibi from the Latin meaning elsewhere.

Don't be word elsewhere.
Wait a minute, tell me

maybe,

are you going to the Sonoma house next.

Weekend?

I, I just wondered.

We don't seem to get much use.

Out of it these days. We bring a more
romantic stream of mind when we want it.

Yeah.

Hey, what if, just for sake of argument,

Louise drove up to the
Sonoma house next Friday,

I stay here and that night,

while I'm at a party or
working with my staff,

witnesses coming out of
my ears, she dies. Oh hmm.

Accidentally fall. Concussion,
broken neck, whatever.

Murder by remote control. Yeah. Why not?

Your Honor? My wife and I had
a house in the wine country.

It was nothing elaborate. Just a place
where we used to go to booth weekends.

They used to get away from the
city. It's quite remote. I knew it.

Neighbors were about a mile or two away

on the weekend in question. Louise
drove up to spend a few days.

She said she needed to rest. It
was a terrible tragedy, your Honor.

Sometime during the night, Louise
must have thought she heard a noise.

She had an unfortunate habit
of taking sleeping pills.

So when she awoke, she was probably cocky.

She came downstairs and then
decided to look in the basement.

There's an old heater, perhaps
the pipes were knocking.

She was half asleep and half drugged.

She obviously stumbled and fell.

It wouldn't even come to tile. There'd
be a local inquest, matter of form,

and then a verdict of
accidental death. Agreed.

Assuming there aren't any discrepancies,
or rather there wouldn't be.

I'd go up to the house the day before
of course and loosen the tops that

actually the damn thing is
loose anyway. Or I could, uh,

remove it entirely and.

Then, um.

Unscrew the light bulb.
No shit. But effective.

She usually goes to bed about 10
30. Wherever I am, I'd call her.

Hello?

Hello. It's me. Did I wake you? Sorry.

And that's alright.

Listen,

I'm out with a client and I need some
papers in that old file in the basement.

Sorry about this. Would
you mind getting them? May.

I need tonight? What? What, which ones?

Top drawer First fire. Thank you.

Not very convincing.

Doesn't have to be, remember she's
just come out of a sound sleep.

So she goes downstairs leaving
the phone off the hook.

Hang up darling. I'll call
you back in a few minutes.

I've just brought the check.

She goes downstairs and opens the
basement door. She drives the.

Switch, but the light doesn't work.

She knows there's a
hanging bulb in the center.

So she starts down in the dark

and falls, and falls.

Next day I find the body and call the
police after I've fixed the step naturally

and screw the bow back in, leaving
fingerprints. Nothing wrong with that.

It's my house. There's only one problem
and it's insurmountable. I know.

Therefore I can't kill her.

And if she found the loose step
and realized why you called,

have to be a way around that. What if.

You're doing it again?

Do what?

Talking to yourself.

I'm sorry. I was working on a case.

The one in.

Texas.

No, I didn't One entirely.
Much more important one.

I was strangled out on
the prosecutor. You.

Still do that.

All the time. I went carry over from
law school, all the trial in advance,

create opposing counsel and
see if you can beat him.

Did you?

Did I what?

Did you beat him?

No, not yet. No. He's uh, tough.
But, uh, I think I'm making progress.

You expecting some? I'm.

Okay.

Now. Japanese Gardens. This
is off of James. It, I'm fine.

Thank you.

It's perfect here all night. This
is really very nice. I mean, I feel.

I'd like a corner table for two at
eight o'clock this evening. Thank you.

Swampy yesterday. And now
the strap bracelet. I mean,

you think when you pay that kind of
money? Oh, this is my husband. Awesome.

This is Ms. Willis. How do
you do? Oh, and it's Jackie.

I'm sorry to barge in on you like
this. Ms. Willis has a problem.

So it seems.

Oh no, not my sandal.
It's your neighbor's. Um,

do you mind if I sit down? I think
I foolish getting here on one foot.

.

Oh. Oh. Well, maybe I
shouldn't get settled. I mean,

I'm only gonna stay a minute.

Mention something about our neighbors.

The stark the stop. So I
knew, I know. Maybe I'll, um,

take the other one off. Is
that all right? Of course.

Um, you wouldn't have have a key
to their front door, would you?

I beg your pardon? Oh, I'm not
gonna rob them or anything. ,

um, Vivian, uh,

Mrs. Stark is a friend of mine and
I'm just doing her a favor. I'm,

I'm afraid I don't underst him. Well,
I'm supposed to water the plants. I mean,

I don't do it
professionally, but you know,

I told 'em I'd come by once
so we can help 'em out.

They have all these s ferns and things
and those little Japanese, um, shrubs.

The trouble is I can't get in.
Well, didn't I give you a key?

That's the problem. I lost it. I I
know I had it this morning. I know. I,

I, ugh, I took it down
from my bulletin board.

I took everything packed to
the bullet board in my kitchen.

But when I gotta the front door,
it was missing. I just, anyway,

that's why I came over. I thought maybe
the Starks had given you an extra key.

No, we not. You know, we really
don't know them very well.

Have you tried their other neighbors? I
rang the bell, but nobody answered. Oh,

I'm sorry. I wish we could help
you. Thanks anyway. It's not my day.

Don't to star sdo.

I don't know. Do they?

I seem to remember them giving me a
number in case of emergency. Mary,

she has a key.

Oh, does she live here in the city?

Somewhere in North Beach. Uh, Louis.
See the numbers in my address? Look it.

She'll be upset in the bedroom.
I'll get Sweetish. Isn't it big?

Oh, I don't wanna put you people in
any more trouble. No, not at all.

That seems pretty nuts. Oh,
I really appreciate this.

I need the sharks to come home
to a house full of dead plant.

Now we're angry.

Must be outta your mind
coming over here like this.

I should throw you out of the window.

I was worried. I kept calling
that hotel in Houston,

but they wouldn't put me through.

I told you I'd be busy.

Why? But something had happened.

I didn't hear from you for a week and
you wouldn't let me meet your plane.

Don't you ever listen? Hmm?

I said I call you when I go back.

I'm.

Sorry.

How the hell did you
know about the stocks.

From you? Don't you remember?
Mm-hmm. .

We were having drinks at that place near
your office and they walked in and you

kind of hunched down in your seat anyway.

You told me they lived next door and that
they were leaving from your roof, huh?

Well, I had to say something. I mean,

I was hoping your wife wouldn't be
home, but when she opened the door.

You weren't hoping she wouldn't be home.

You just wanted to see what she
looked like. That's why you came here.

That's not true, honestly. I mean,

I'm curious about her. Sure.

But the real reason is I was worried. I.

I had.

This weird feeling. Ah, well I did.

Jay. I was in Texas. In spite
of what you may have heard,

it is not a foreign country. Yeah.

I.

Can't find you at this. Look.
Ah, try find bedroom near the,

alright.

Well I guess you don't want me to stay.

For a drink, right? I don't want
you to stay for a drink. You come,

come just back. I want you out
here before she comes downstairs.

It's funny. I always wondered
what this place would look like.

It's nice.

Glad you

come on.

It's not, it's hard. You're supposed
to practice. You have two weeks.

I'll get better. I've done some good ones.

That's important. Well.

I guess I better go. Will you call.

Me? Yes. Okay.

You not still.

Angry? Nope.

Hey, uh, home with bounce suddenly young
and hopping away my foot . Well,

it's just as well the number
wasn't any of one book. Oh,

it's probably still at
the office. .

I sort of the person to be offended by
start. Yeah. Where was it by the way?

It was one key. Oh, she
didn't say it. Probably.

It's still on the bulletin board. I
the recipe for meatloaf. I Louise. Um,

what time is it? I, uh, don't remember,

but I reset my watch on the
plane and two hours later. Well,

it's almost seven 30. I think I was about
to make some dinner. Have you eaten?

Uh, no. I'm not hungry. I
suppose I should unpack.

Why don't I make you some coffee?

Bye.

What if she died in an accident
in a car? Let you think about

I'll get back to

Hi. It's me. No, I just
got in from the airport.

Are you in? Uh, sushi moon? No.

Alright, I'll meet you at the
restaurant in half an hour.

I love you too.

Weekend house was a rather steep driveway.

Suppose she went shopping and she put
the groceries in the trunk of her car.

She came home. She parked in
front of the garage. Go on.

Somehow I don't know how it happened,
your Honor. The gear must have slipped.

She hadn't set the emergency
brake. So the car rolled backwards.

It knocked it down.

And.

One of the wheels crushed
her skull. Not very good.

Why isn't it because any
forensic pathologist would
discover a blow on her head

that wouldn't correspond to the dread
marks on the tire and there would be a

blow. She'd have to be unconscious
before you backed the car over her.

It's circumstantial. And if the
law, I don't have to be innocent.

Only not guilty. Yes. But you
are not comfortable with it.

No, I suppose not.

Is your coffee.

If you like anything else?

Sorry.

I just remembered I have to go out
business meeting. Oh, this hour,

they're leaving town in the
morning. It's inconvenient,

but I don't have much of a choice. But
you have me on that. I do it later.

I at least.

Have some coffee. No time. Uh,

don't wait out for mem not talking when
I'll do that. Oh, that sounds familiar.

That started encouraging me and
in business for the two of us now.

Awesome. Mm-hmm. ,

what the hell?

Come back upstairs.

Are you out of your mind?

Do as I say,

into the bedroom.

Give me that thing. When the gun
is cocked it fire by accident.

Why didn't you lower the
muzzle? At least into the side.

Are you giving me instructions?

Trying to avoid any miscalculations?
You've never touched a gun in your life.

I've been practicing.

Oh.

Into the bedroom.

I think it would be much simpler
for both of us. If you sit down.

You're nervous.

Obviously.

And the question is, if I
take a few steps toward you,

would you pull the trigger?

Yes.

And I suppose I should sit down

better.

Not better.

At some point I'd like to know
what the hell is going on here.

Haven't found a way yet.

A way.

To kill me. Or is it still
on the drawing board?

So that's what this is all about.
Misplaced notion of self-defense.

I.

Why don't you drink your
coffee and we'll discuss it.

Why on earth would I want to kill you?

Where shall we start?

You have here false, but
paranoia was never one of them.

Maybe you should let me
recommend a good psychiatrist.

It's getting cold.

Sweet, extra sugar.
Hiding the taste of warp.

Now, who's being paranoid.

Can't be poisoning. You don't poison
a man if you're gonna shoot him.

What is it, Louise? Half a
bottle of your sleeping pills.

I put too much sugar in it. Drink it.

Sorry.

Arthur. I'm on it.

Be careful with that thing.

Jack.

What happened? He was gonna
go out. I had to keep him.

Here.

What.

The hell is this? You two know each other.

Well.

You've accomplished
something. He's surprised. Why
shouldn't we know each other?

We have a great deal in common.

Jackie, what's this all
about? Why are you here?

Don't badger her. Arthur, this
isn't a cross examination.

How much have you told her?

Pretty much everything, I guess.
And all. Very interesting.

Do you still think I need a
psychiatrist? Mm-hmm. ?

Only if you believe her. Ms. Willis
has a few problems with the truth.

I'm sure she told you in
the elaborate invention.

Oh, they stop it. It won't work.

No. I suppose not. Had to try though.

Well, aren't you going to enlighten me.

About what?

Why? The where and the when. You might
start by telling me how you two met.

What difference does that make? Ms.
Wellis approached me. That's all.

Approached you. Interesting phrase
From the front. From the side.

Or did you leave a message in a bottle?

You're just trying to stall us.

Of course I'm,

but since you all always complaining
that I never listened to you,

I thought you might enjoy
my undivided attention.

Actually, I was following her.

Well.

Trouble is I wasn't very
good at it. She spotted me.

Very clever of you.

Uh, I wasn't clever at all. She
stood out like a sore thumb.

Go on.

It was about two weeks ago

you were in Texas and I
felt trapped in the house.

So I decided on my
usual therapy. Shocking.

Okay.

Oh, why are you following me? Oh, I
shouldn't not on a person like that.

You almost gave me a heart attack.
If you don't stop following me,

I'll talk to a policeman. Do you
understand? Look, it's all right. Really,

I just wanted to talk to you.

There are more conventional
ways to arrange a conversation.

I know I should have called,
but I wasn't sure you'd see me.

And so I figured if I followed you
around, maybe I'd work up the nerve.

It's about Arthur.

Miss, uh.

Willis. Jackie. Willis. Ms.
Willis. I'm, I'm rather tired.

Perhaps if you call me tomorrow,
tomorrow's gonna be too late. I mean,

I don't get this off my chest
right now. I never will. Oh,

that's a provocative statement.
But what off your chest?

Look, could we sit down somewhere?

I need a diet soda. I really do.

Lucky they invented this
stuff. If I drank the regular,

I'd blow up like a balloon. You
seem to have it under control.

I've been jogging a lot. It keeps me
nice and firm. You know. Do you jog?

No. That's right.

You go to one of those exercise
classes, right? Aerobics, isn't it?

Yeah. I used to work in a gym.
I mean, I was only secretary.

But you pick up a lot just being
there. How do you know? No,

I went to an exercise class. Alright.

They told me I'll be right back.

I asked for another one. I don't know
why I'm really thirsty today. Ms. Willis.

Mm. Jackie Ms. Willis, you
said you knew my husband.

Husband. I assume that
you're not a client. .

I couldn't afford him then. Suppose
you tell me what this is all about.

Well, It's kind of embarrassing.

At least part of it is. I
think once I get over that,

I think you'll be very interested. See,

I, um, I've been dating
Arthur for eight months.

Let's see, actually, I guess
you could say I'm his mistress.

He probably wants some proof
that won't be necessary. No,

it's important that you believe me. Um,

he left his cigar case at my
apartment last week over somewhere.

Oh, isn't that the dumbest thing? I I
changed purses. It's in my other bag.

I'm all screwed up today.
He did leave it though.

It's got his initials on it. A
T J Ts for Thomas. Ms. Willis,

I accept your credentials, but if it's,

if it's money that you want,
really? This is Jameson.

It's nothing like that at all.
I'm just trying to save your.

Life.

I wasn't aware that my life was
in danger. Bear with me. Okay?

Did you by any chance hire a private
detective to check up on me and Arthur?

Oh, missis. This, this may
come as a rude awakening,

but Arthur has left a trail of cigar
cases in bedrooms all over town.

If I needed proof of infidelity
at this late date, I'd, uh,

stick a pin in the tenfold book. Well,

he said you'd had a detective
following us for months.

He said you got the final report last
week and you put it in a safe deposit box.

He was lying to you. There's
no detective, there never was.

But you do have a safe deposit box.
Yes. And there's an envelope inside.

Right? I'm afraid that's
none of your business,

Mrs. Jameson, you've gotta tell
me what's in that envelope. See,

thing is he wants me to steal it.

How did you get a sample
of my hand? Buddy?

Arthur gave me some of your canceled
checks before he left to Texas.

And by the time he gets back,
I'm supposed to be an expert.

It seems You already are. Oh, I
had it down camp the first day.

But I'm not gonna tell him
that well enough because

he knows I can sign your name.

He's gonna make me get in that envelope.
Lemme see if I understand this.

He wants you to go to the bank
as if you were me and open

my safe deposit box. Uhhuh .

I only have to fill the
person who signs me in.

As long as I can write your name
and I have the key to your box.

You don't have the key.
He'll give it to me.

He says you keep it your
jewelry case. Damn. Anyway,

he said that envelope is where you
keep all the stuff from your private

detective. What?

Oh.

Yes. Yes. A little man who wasn't there.

He told me that as long
as you have those records,

you can take them to the cleaners. But
the minute I get him that envelope,

he's gonna leave you. And in what? Well,

he promised me we'd get married.

Congratulations.

I wanted to believe him. But what good
would it do if I got him that envelope?

I mean, I have detective agencies
keep records in triplicate.

Now how do you know that? I used to
work for one, only a couple of weeks.

But I mean, they had me
making copies of everything.

I'd have to see what this has to
do with my life being in danger.

You're talking about stealing things?
Oh no, I'm talking about murder.

Unless I'm wrong. As soon as he gets
that envelope, he's gonna kill you.

Now.
What was in the envelope? It was
a letter to the district attorney.

What was in the envelope? It was
a letter to the district attorney.

Isn't that weird? I thought
it was something like that.

Last week I told Arthur I wanted a
divorce and the terms of a settlement,

he was amused until he found out how
much I knew about the way he runs his

business. What did say He didn't
say anything. He just did this.

He hit you After that. I thought it
was only wise to take precautions.

So I wrote a letter to the district
attorney, everything I knew,

and I said that in the event of my death,

they should assume that I Arthur
killed me to keep me quiet. Wow.

I addressed the envelope to
my lawyer. Rented this. Huh?

Then I told So that was
your ace in the hole, huh?

In the event of my death.

But the box will be sealed and the letter
said to my lawyer only it's not much.

Could if itt there. Well, if you get it
back, I can always write another one.

Yeah, but then why steal it in the
first place? Mrs. Jameson face it.

There's no reason to get rid of that
letter unless he gets rid of you too.

I see your point. The more I thought
about it, the more it worried me.

That's why I followed you. I
mean, maybe I shouldn't have.

It's good that you did.
I'm I'm very grateful.

Well at least have some time. He still
has to figure out a way to kill you.

And that's not gonna be easy. I mean,
he's the first person they'd suspect.

I have every confidence in
him. Come up with something.

There is a way to stop him.

Oh,

you could tell him we talked and
then I might go to the police.

That'll throw him a curb. This one
is, you're a very intelligent woman.

He just caught me on a good day.

He'd be furious with you for
telling me. Doesn't really matter.

We're pretty much finished anyway.
Ah, he's that someone else,

someone else in addition to you.

He thinks, I don't know. He's been
seeing her for a couple of months.

Who is she? Her name's Gail.

She runs an art gallery over on
Sutton Street. She's from Canada.

You are very well informed. I did some
checking and I followed him a few times.

It's pretty serious. .
Did I say something funny?

Oh, not really.

This is that Arthur is the only man I
know who would cheat on his mistress.

But I suppose you don't find that
confusing. No, I kind of liked him.

They all do this as a matter of
chaos. And where did you two meet?

At his office. I used to work there.
Oh, I thought you worked at a gym.

Oh, was it at detective agency? Oh,
I've worked just about everywhere. Oh,

didn't I? Explain. See,

I'm with this agency and they
send me out on temporary jobs. Uh,

one of Arthur's secretaries had
an operation, so I replaced her.

How convenient for Arthur?
Usually he has to go out looking.

He's had a lot of ladies,
huh? Yes. You know something?

This is really ridiculous. But, uh, well,

It'd be better for everybody
if he was dead. dead.

That goes without saying.
Unfortunately, he's in perfect health.

No, I mean it.

I believe you Do You sure
be better off You get

everything. Plus the insurance.
What is it? A $500,000 policy.

How do you know that? I must
have run across it in this file.

Oh. Oops.

Oh, Ms. Willis. I'm not
sure what you're suggesting.

Am I suggesting something? Let me do that.

But Arthur is very much
alive and if he does die,

he better do it at home with a doctor
at his bedside. Why? Well, because you,

you're so carefully pointed out, I
have the most to gain by is dying.

I guess you'd be an alibi at the very
least. I suppose I could give you one.

I suppose I could tell
you how to do it. Do what?

What we're talking about kill Arthur.

This, this, I mean, not that we
actually go through with it or anything.

I mean, this is all just kind of a
game, isn't it? Oh yes, of course.

How don't you get outta it? Pardon?
Well, you said you wanted help.

I assume you'd want something return.
You mean besides satisfaction?

Besides satisfaction. Same as you,

I guess. Money.

How much money? You
could work something out.

You'd have so much you wouldn't
even know what was missing.

Just for the sake of argument. You
understand all of his hypothetical? Sure.

How would I possibly penny you?
I couldn't bail or write a check.

And if I withdrew a large sum of
that, don't even worry about it. Look,

I can tell you at least
five ways to launder money.

Most people don't know how you use,
but you do. Uhhuh. .

I used to work in a bank. Hey, listen.

I've taken up enough of your time.
It was really nice meeting you.

Oh, hello?

Oh, oh, no, no.

I'm still sitting here reading.

Yes. Where are you? The
hotel? Uh, I'm fine.

Mm-hmm. .
Well, it's, it's still,

it's still swollen but it's going
down. Mm-hmm. . Yes.

I love the flowers. Am I in
a forgiving frame of mind?

Well, I really don't think
that's something we should
talk about. Long distance.

Is someone there with you? I
thought I heard another voice. Ah,

I see. Oh, it's a bit late in the
day for main service, isn't it?

No, I'm not being sarcastic. Arthur,

I had to cut you off, but I am exhausted.

Could you call me back tomorrow? You love.

Me?

No. No. It's just the peculiar thing
to say under the circumstances.

Of course I believe you. Why should I

sit down Mr. Pass, please.

We talk until midnight.

It's a very useful conversation.

No doubt. Alright,

let's see what we have here.
Wife, mistress, and a loaded gun.

Not to mention a loaded
cup of coffee. .

It's absolutely incredible.

I come home from a business ship and
the women in my life are panning to kill

me. It boggles the mind.

You.

Really think it's wise to
laugh at someone with a gun?

Why shouldn't I? We both know
you're not gonna use it, your honor.

There was the husband shots of the
heart, his wife, and incidentally,

a sole beneficiary insisted she was
elsewhere at the time. Unfortunately,

when the police gave her a
standard neuton activation test,

they found clear traces of Barry and
testimony on her right hand proving

conclusively that she had fired a weapon.

There's a pair of rubber
gloves in the kitchen.

Under the sink. The liquid detergent.

Well, until you are wearing that glove,
wouldn't you say you were vulnerable?

Arthur?

I'm perfectly willing to shoot you and
I'll take my chances with the police.

Is that clear?

Very clear.

May the condemned man have a drink
or do I have to die in the bedroom?

We can go downstairs. Be very careful.

Take your coffee.

I hope you and Jackie have come
up with something foolproof.

I wasn't wanting to make any mistakes.

We won't.

I don't wanna be negative. But
murdering a spouse has its difficulties.

Take my words for it. Ah, we're
just talking about perfect crimes.

I haven't told him anything.

No, she's very discreet.

Although there's really no point in
keeping the victim in the dark. Is there?

Unless you're afraid. I might poke
a few holes in your game plan.

Don't matter yourself.

No loose ends.

The classic mistake of the
amateur is overconfidence.

We know what we're doing.

Well then share it with me. People
pay good money for my advice.

Why not take advantage of?

Let's tell him. I mean, why
shouldn't we? We got nothing to lose.

Listen to her. Louise.
She's making sense now.

First things first. How
am I supposed to die?

You're gonna take your own life.

A suicide. Interesting.

An overdose of barbiturates.

No.

That's a relief. And it
wouldn't help your case.

Men prefer carbon monoxide
or, uh, oh, I see.

I'm gonna shoot myself. And
why would I wanna do that?

Because you can't face
the end of your career.

I thought it was in full power.

It was until your mistress came over here.

Ah, yes. Jackie's visit the last
key and the suffering plans.

I assume there's a reason
for your Cummings and goings.

Oh, sure. I had to be seen
by the cab drivers. Ah,

my story's gonna be, when I
found out about your new lady,

I decided to get even.

Go on. This is fascinating.

I took a cab over here and I kind of
struck up a conversation with the driver.

I said, I was gonna tell you
off in front of your wife.

He thought I was pretty funny.

You were only here a few minutes. The
police will wanna know what happened.

It was a confrontation.
Ms. Willis informed me that
you two had had an affair.

And actually I was shocked.

Naturally.

I have no idea you'd
been unfaithful to me.

We started shouting
and Ms. Willis ran out.

I got another cab and went home. I was
crying. So the driver should remember me.

And it was after our argument
is that when I shoot myself.

Not quite. If I'm here,
I don't have an alibi.

So you walk out on me. Yes.

I around for a while. I realized I
was in Miss Willis's neighborhood.

So on a sudden impulse.
I went to her apartment.

Well, she welcomed you with open arms.

And the two of you talked
about how worthless I am.

But that still doesn't explain
why I put the gun to my head.

I called you just about now.
I said we were finished.

More, of course, for
celebration than suicide.

I also told you I was going
to the district attorney.

I put myself completely at his disposal.

And that, I suppose,
pushed me over the edge.

I think the police will accept a man
killing himself to avoid disbarment in

criminal prosecution.

Where were you when the
fatal shot was fired?

I was with Ms. Willis. We were
together till late tonight.

But you couldn't kill me before
you went to her apartment.

But I didn't. She'll swear she heard
me talking to you on the phone.

You were very much alive. You were
pleading and your voice was quite loud.

I hope you're being well paid
Jack accessory to murder.

What's the going rate these days?

It's enough.

How do you know you'll get
your money? Once I'm dead?

Louise might not want to spread it around.

I trust her.

A sisterhood. That's very touching.

Which one of you came up with
a set type plan, by the way?

Or was it a joint effort?

Jackie did.

Really? I never knew you had
such a lethal imagination.

We are wasting time.

On the controverts time while spent.

'cause I recommend that you cut
your losses and settle out of court.

If this case ever came to trial, I don't
think he'd, neither case you are, it.

Won't come to trial.

Oh, but it will at any halfway decent
prosecutor would tell you. Pardon?

In five minutes. That's.

Ridiculous. What are you doing.

Sda? What? Sda.

If you want to see the epic nature of
your miscalculations, you'll do as I say,

and keep that pointed away from my
midsection. Because the more you hear,

the less likely you'll be to shoot.

Oh.

Heaven sake.

Thank you.

Now listen very carefully.
You're in a courtroom.

This is day one of the trial.

We've heard Ms. Willis' testimony
and now you're on the witness there.

Mr. The most absurd. Let him let him
go on. Maybe we'll learn something.

Jackie, if I seem to decide your
character, I might not have traded you in

now, Mrs. James, cast your mind back
to Dave, your husband's suicide.

And remember that you're under oath.

You've testified that you were distressed
to hear of his affair with Ms. Willis.

Your honor, the witness
is not responsive. Oh.

All right. Yes, I was.
Is that what you want.

Darling? You're not playing the
game. Nevermind. What I want.

Just tell the truth.

Were you or were you not attacked by
the news of your husband's infidelity?

I was.

But we've heard testimony from several
of close friends that you've known of his

philandering for years. Why didn't Ms.
Willis come and such a surprise to you?

It wasn't that I was surprised. It's
just that, uh, after all the others,

she was the last straw. Good.

Would you say that your late was nist.

Definitely.

Full of himself,

eager to share his misguided sense
of his own importance for the world?

Absolutely.

Then why didn't he leave a note.

A note.

A suicide note, eager, just to
notorious for self-justification,

even posthumously?

You would get an objection there.
My lawyer would object. Of.

Course he would. My remarks
would be struck from the record,

but not from the minds of
the jury. Now, Mr. James,

when you called your husband and made
your threats, did he know where you were?

Yes. I told him I was at
Miss Melissa's apartment.

Why didn't he call you back?

Well, he may have. I took
the phone off the hook.

So the poor man unable to reach you and
exercise his famous powers of persuasion

blew his brains up. That's
quite a rush to oblivion.

I wonder if the jury will accept his
incredible Harry to put a gun to his head.

But let's take a closer look
at the day of the suicide.

You've testified that after Ms.
Willis dropped her bombshell,

she left and June and your husband had
a terrible argument. What happened.

Next? I've already told you I was
hysterical. I had to get out of there.

So you walked the streets, and if I'm
quoting you correctly on an impulse,

you went to Ms. Willis' apartment.
Is that an accurate statement? Yes.

How did you know her? Address?

What?

It's a simple question. Mrs. Jane,
how did you know where she lived?

Presumably you'd never met her before.

Well.

She had forgotten her purse,
you see? And I was, uh,

obviously curious about it. So I looked
in the wallet and it was her address.

On the driver's license?

I think so. No.

Jackie's about to send you
that she doesn't drive.

Well then it wasn't on her license.
It was it was her credit card.

Major. Your credit cards
don't carry home addresses.

You saw a health insurance card. They do.

No coaching from the sidelines.

Ms. Willis has testified that she
took a taxi back to her apartment.

I'm not sure that's the truth.

Tell me something. How
did she pay for the cab.

With money? But.

She said she left the first behind. Now,

unless she carried money in her broken
handle, how did she pay for the taxi?

And since the dokey was
obviously in her purse,

how did she get into her apartment?

Well, maybe I, they didn't, uh, see the
address numbers, um, the phone book.

Looking up numbers in the
midst of your hysteria,

I suggest you didn't
see your address at all.

I suggest you know it to begin with. No.

I've heard suggest that the two
of you murdered your husband.

He wasn't murdered. He
committed suicide because.

Of your phone call.

Yes, because of my phone
call. But that's impossible.

How could he take a call if
he wasn't home? He was home.

We shall introduce, press the
name from a Miss Gail Stafford,

a lovely young woman from Vancouver,

and your husband telephone her and
said he was meeting up for dinner.

Why didn't he, why did he conveniently
wait for you to visit Ms. Wood?

You are lying.

Call the Japanese gardens and see
that I have a reservation for two wood

eight o'clock. At this very moment,
Ms. Stafford is wondering where I I'm

there are hungry. Be Canadians.
She's probably starving to death.

What.

Do they do to Nicole Restaurant?

Is the witness dismissing
herself? I haven't even started.

You've told me this would.

Work.

How did I know he was going.

Out? Don't squabble ladies and be
grateful for that. Save your skins.

What you mean?

It kept me from drinking your cup of
counterfeit coffee. Exhibit A, your Honor,

didn't you know there'd be an autopsy?

Not unless the wife.

Requested.

Wrong autopsies can be performed at
the discretion of the medical examiner.

Given my notoriety, he cut me open.
As soon as he got his hands on me,

he'd find a bullet in my skull
and barbiturates in my stomach.

And he'd be very confused.

Why would a suicide take sleeping
pills before he shoots himself?

I guess we blew it.

I guess you did.

Damn sleeping pills.

Don't be too hard on
yourself. You needed them.

I had to be unconscious so you could put
the gun in my head and press it against

my head. But I'm sure you can
see that. It's useless. Now.

I as well put that down. Don't.

Come any closer.

On what you'll shoot me.
Strange kind of suicide.

A man fires a gun at himself
from three feet away.

Yes. One more step.

Put it down. Louise. You've lost. No.

Give it to me.

Gimme that thing.

Friend of yours. Or maybe it's MS. Staff,

when you stand them up to get aggressive.

Don't answer it.

Then put down the gun. Quit pro quote.

Ha.

Fire away and explain how
I shoot myself in the back.

Mrs.

Jamison Dway says.

We never know will we?

So.

What happens now? I keep my dinner date.

And since you two won't be
needing each other any longer,

I suggest you part company.

Ah, it's not so bad. Maybe
this didn't work out,

but at least you're didn't lose anything.
Correction. She's lost everything.

Tomorrow I want you to get that
letter from your safety deposit box.

You bring it home and I'll
watch you burn it. Well,

why would I do a foolish thing like that?

For the same reason that you be flexible
about a divorce and have your freedom

with my blessings. But don't expect any
fringe benefits. Get out of here Arthur.

Leave me alone. Jackie, would you take
a look at the tape recorder? What?

Look at it closely. Tell
my wife what you see.

It's running.

He's been recording us.

What?

I turned it on when I went to
get a drink. Unfortunately,

I've lost a coffee after six, but I
don't think it's a worthwhile trade.

Turn it off.

You're a little late, aren't
you? The microphone is built in,

so I'm sure it's picked
up everything. Thank you.

Exhibit B, your honor. Fair
evidence of attempted murder

with non forgiving judge.
That's nine years imprisonment.

I, I'd say that cancels out your leverage.

If you get the urge to go to the
district attorney. Just remember,

I can blame your theme and variations
on killing our husband. No,

none of none of this is
admissible in court. Sorry.

A recording is admissible as long as
one party to the conversation notes.

It's being made in this case.

I don't stand for this.

I'm afraid you'll have to. Well,

I'm late if you'll both excuse me.

I want that.

Tip.

Stop.

Fostering. You can't afford to shoot.
And you know it. Give it to me.

How about just about enough? You
put that damn thing away. Don't.

Come near me then don't.

Threaten unless you have the car.

You.

Killed her. It was an accident.

She dead.

Oh.

Brother. Fine. Lemme think

I'm gonna call the police. But
first I wanna go over our story.

What story.

You want drink. You should have
something to settle done. I don't.

Want drink what story case.

To keep it as close to the
truth as possible. Sit down.

You were angry with
me. 'cause I chose you.

Then you came over here to
embarrass me in front of my wife.

She and I had a violent argument.
She got the gun threaten me.

I tried to take away from
her. I went on. She said, oh.

I said, I don't wanna talk to
the police. I just wanna go.

Home. You ridiculous.

I need you to make a case of
self-defense without a witness.

You don't need a witness.
This playing the tape.

Tape is useless.

What?

There's nothing on this. But service
noise aren't the admissible evidence.

But the machine was running.

Microphone was broken, but not recording.
Never got around and having it fixed.

You were.

Bluffing. Of course I was bluffing.
That's how I earned my living.

I have to do a hell of a lot
more than that. Half hour.

Arthur, you can call
the police if you wanna,

but I'm not gonna be here when they come.

I haven't. You've been
listening. I said I needed you.

I can't.

How much, huh? For the whole package,
including your sworn testimony.

Not as simple as that.

Jack, as of this moment,
you're out in the cold,

all this panning and nothing to show it.
I'll give whatever Louise was paying.

I can't, I'm sorry.

I want you to hear that you're sorry.
I want to hear that you helped me.

How can I help you if I'm at my apartment?

Huh?

The cabinet yard knows I
left here over an hour ago.

I made a big point at the time with him.

That's a problem. So we
can find a way around that.

Hmm? How are you gonna find a way
around your wife's letter? I mean,

when somebody dies, they open the safe
deposit box, right? That's the law.

Yes.

But well, as soon as they read her
letter, you're in a lot of trouble.

Uh, what'd she say? If
anything happens to her,

they should put the blame on you.

That's exactly why I need your
testimony. You swear it was an accident?

It was an accident.

Arthur, you're always telling me
to use my head while I'm using it.

They never believed me in a
million years. I'm your mistress.

You've got to try.

I just can't take the
chance. . I mean,

a guy shoots his wife and his
girlfriend says it was an accident.

I'd be lucky if they didn't
go after me for perjury.

Wait, you listen.

Like I said, I'm really
sorry, but you're smart.

I'll come up with something.

I didn't implicate you out. Tell
them that you wanted to kill me.

And I'll say you're lying. Goodbye Arthur.

Jackie.

It's funny if I could help
you. I wonder if I would.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury
can be no reasonable doubt that

Arthur Jensen did willfully and the
premeditation murder his wife in cold

blood.

We've heard that Louise Jensen was in
possession of information detrimental to

her husband's career. And we have shown
that on the afternoon of her death,

she was confronted by his mistress, who
was a catalyst for a violent argument.

After Ms. Willis left the scene, the
deceased hurt and lashing out in anger,

threatened to expose her
husband to the authorities,

Knowing his very survival was
at stake and with full malice,

he shot and killed her.
It was an accident.

The defendant has alleged that
the shooting was accidental,

the result of an elaborate murder plot
with himself as the intended victim,

but as reasonable men and women,

I'm sure you recognize
his story for what it is.

The desperate fabrication of a guilty man.

The police found sleeping
pills in my coffee.

Put that by himself to substantiate his
story. Why would I kill my wife? Why?

If I knew she had incriminating
evidence in a safety deposit box,

we only had his word that he did know.

She would've told me
it was her protection.

She rented the box the day before he went
to Texas and he killed her the day he

got home. She never had the
chance. It was half defense.

I have a witness what witness that
she's denied it. And the oath,

ladies and gentlemen,

a wife in writing says her husband wants
her dead and suddenly she is dead at

the hand of the very man she accused.

If you had no other evidence and you do,

this fact alone is devastating.
No doubt after your

deliberations,

you will bring back a verdict of
guilty of murder in the first degree.

So say so. Say

the prisoner is remanded to the custody
of the Department of Correction,

sentencing to be scheduled
for a later date.

Court is adjourned.

It will probably serve me right?

Not that either one of them would
seriously consider merging me,

although Lord knows what would
happen if they met each other.

.

After they knew about Gail.

Gail, hi. No, I just got in.

Why don't I pick you up
at nine? At about eight

C then.

Hello, Dar.

I didn't expect you for another
hour. The plane was early.

You look marvelous.
You've tensed your hair.

From.

What? From the way I've been imagining it,

and I see that healing nicely. I can't
tell you. Sorry, I'm about that. Really?

That's all I could think
about while I was away.

Not

I have to get something.

When you come back, we've
got things to talk about.

What.

Have she committed suicide? A bad idea,

your Honor.

My wife had been depressed
over our marital difficulties
and the day I got back

from a business stripped, the poor woman
had taken a gun from my bedroom drawer.

Not bad at all.

Same thing was considering It's

Louise just going upstairs to unpack.

I I.

Hello, Ms. Willis. It's done already,

but his planes are and everything's

fine. You sure? To be honest,

I thought it would be much
more difficult and he's

really, uh, yes.

I will finish up here
and I'll be right over.

Just remember the time I have
been with you the past two hours.