All language subtitles for Law & Order (1990) - S06E16 - Savior (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 ImE)-16.eng

In the criminal justice system

the people are represented by two
separate yet equally important groups,

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

My stomach hurts.

You've already stayed
home twice this week.

I'm not kidding.
It really hurts.

Dr. Waldstein's got a new
medicine for stomachaches.

Only if it comes in bubble gum.

It comes in one of his extra-long needles.
You won't taste a thing.

Guess what, Mom?
I think I feel a little bit better now.

Hello?

Joyce?

We're gonna be late again.

Hello?

Oh, my God! Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

Mommy!

We're gonna get you help, Jenna.
You're gonna be okay.

Baby, hold on, hold on.

The deceased woman's Joyce Weber, 43.
Her son Billy is 10.

EMS took the daughter
over to St. Vincent's.

It's weird. No forced entry.
All the windows locked from the inside.

You got a make on a weapon?

.22 shell casings
on the floor.

The coroner figures it
happened around midnight.

Body positions say
they were fast asleep.

Yeah, well, if you got to go...

Foyer closet was open.
This was on the floor.

It looks like a jewelry box.

Motive, that's a good thing.
Dust it.

Lennie, this is Laura Cochran, Joyce
Weber's sister. She called it in.

I'm sorry.

What brought you here this
morning, Mrs. Cochran?

I was gonna walk the boys to school.
Joyce and I alternated days.

I can't believe
my son had to see this.

Well, there are specialists that can help.
I can give you a name.

Did anyone tell Ron yet?

Was Mr. Weber usually here when
you arrived in the mornings?

Unless he's out of town on business.
Joyce didn't mention.

I should be with my son.

Okay. Here, take this.
We'll be in touch. Thanks.

Joyce and Billy gone...
This is gonna kill Ron.

Or vice versa.

My dad, did you find him?

We called his office this morning.
He didn't show up.

Oh, my God.
They killed him, too.

They?

Whoever did this.

Did you see your father
last night?

I was out.
I think he was working late.

He had a presentation
or something.

Jenna, tell me, do you remember
anything about last night?

I was sleeping.

The door to the house, do you
remember if it was locked?

I came home from The Red
Onion around 11:00.

I'm sure I locked it.

Why would anyone do this to us?

We found a jewelry box on the floor
in the hall closet. It was empty.

My mother's jewelry.

Please, find my dad.
You have to find him.

Fifteen years of marriage, and the
only time my husband ever disappeared

was after
a major blow-out.

You think it was Mr. Weber?

Why not? The wife takes a couple of.
22s, the first stop is usually hubby.

But not sonny. If Weber wanted the
jewels, there are easier ways.

You never heard of somebody staging a break-in?
I mean, the guy's still missing.

There's no sign
of forced entry.

The family didn't even wake up.

It sure looks like whoever
did this had a key.

What about the wife's sister?
She let herself in.

Yeah, she also had an apartment

full of her husband's business
associates until 2:00 a.m.

The girl was at some preppie
bar on First Avenue.

Maybe somebody
followed her home.

Check it out.

This is unbelievable.
She was just with us last night.

Is she gonna make it?

It looks good.

Thank God.

Were any of you
at the bar when she left?

Yeah, we were all there. All of us.
And then Becky and Rod...

Excuse me.

When Jenna split,
was she alone?

What's so funny?

Well, Chester offered
to escort her.

Jenna's mom would have a hernia if
she saw Chester at the front door.

That's in bad taste, isn't it?

So what? You weren't exactly
her mom's favorite?

Chester's too mature
for her little girl.

Look, I don't understand.
How can we help?

Well, we think
she might've been followed.

My God.
It could have been any of us.

Excuse me. Lennie?

Thanks.

Mr. Weber just got home an hour ago.
Rossman broke the news to him.

Says it looks like he didn't
get too much sleep last night.

Next month it would
have been 18 years.

I can't believe this.

Billy, he was only 10.

Please, I've got to
go see Jenna.

We understand, Mr. Weber.

We just need to ask you
a few questions first.

We found an empty jewelry box
in your closet floor.

That's right. It was Joyce's.
Two necklaces and a bracelet.

How long you been drinking, Mr.
Weber?

Excuse me?

Your eyes, the hands...
Many's the morning I've had a head like that.

Look, it's not like
I'm a drunk or anything.

I just got
carried away last night.

All night?

Oh, God.

Look. All I know is
I woke up in some diner

on Third Avenue
near the Parthenon.

And before that?

I started at Cabrini's
after work.

And then some bar on
Second Avenue, near 76th.

And then...

I had to pick last night.

You own a gun, Mr. Weber?

Of course not.

You think I had something
to do with this?

Why don't you finish your coffee?
You need it.

If he loved his kids that much, he'd
have been home to tuck them in.

Yeah. You tell me you never
drank too much and blacked out.

Hey, I missed the whole
Carter administration,

but I was always home
for breakfast.

Check out his story.
Start at Cabrini's.

Weber? Sure, those ad
guys keep us in business.

So Weber was
in here last night?

It's amazing how much
that guy can drink.

How late was he here?

Well, the whole crew
showed up about 7:00.

By 11:30, it was just
Weber and Sheila Gordon.

And did he and Sheila
leave together?

Weber? Are you kidding?
He's married.

Like that would be a first?

No, I mean
Norman Rockwell married.

If I had to hear one more story about
his kid's medal in the spelling bee,

it'd make me start drinking.

This Sheila Gordon,
she works with Weber?

Across the street.
Goydos, Kamm Advertising.

You don't think me and Ronnie...
Come on. Joyce would kill him.

Not anymore.

That's a bad joke, Detective.

Ronnie and I
were co-workers, period.

We started together.
We made V.P. Together.

We had a couple of drinks together, and
we went to our separate apartments.

Only Ronnie never made it home.

What?

He was out drinking all night
and passed out in some diner.

I had no idea.

You didn't know
he had a problem.

Everybody has problems.

Maybe in the last six months or so he's
been drinking a little more than usual.

He say why?

It's the nature of the beast.

The agency will send you
to Betty Ford twice.

After that, you're on your own.

So he never talked about
any troubles at home?

Nothing unusual.
They hated Jenna's boyfriend.

Joyce charged too much at Saks.

She worked too late when she
should have been home with Billy.

We didn't know she worked.

Nine-to-fiver at
the State Liquor Authority.

Look, Detective, I know Ron Weber.
I know he didn't kill his family.

Just like you knew
he didn't drink?

I think you can leave now.

He's a drunk, and she handles
licenses to sell booze.

It's a marriage made in heaven.

One thing about
the Liquor Authority,

you can always trust them
to be straight shooters.

That's a bad joke, Detective.

"Don't mess
with Joyce Weber."

I was going to get that printed
on a T-shirt for her birthday.

She was a tough lady, huh?

This business, you have to be.

You wouldn't believe
some of the offers we get.

You talking about bribes?

A liquor license can make
or break an establishment.

Since everybody knows
on the scruples scale

we're one step below
the Mexican police...

Look, if anybody took a bribe around
here and Joyce caught wind of it,

believe me, they'd be
better off in jail.

What about unhappy customers?

I'm sure you saw the armed
guards at the front door.

Yeah. So lately, any
louder-than-usual complaints?

As a matter of fact...

Metro Bar and Grill.

Mr. Yentakov had trouble
taking no for an answer.

Sergei Yentakov?
I remember him from OCCB.

Guy pulled more strings
than Jim Henson.

That's why
I love this country.

Someone dies and the police
actually gives a damn.

Actually, Mr. Yentakov...

Sergei. It was
my grandfather's name.

It's a lovely name.

Anyway, Sergei, we understand that
you were on a first name basis

with Joyce Weber.

OCCB's been tailing Yentakov
for three years.

Last week they saw him having
lunch with Joyce Weber.

A little arm twisting?

Weber said that he offered her 10,000
to change her mind on the license.

The D.A. Wanted more.

She was gonna wear a wire
to her next meet next Friday.

Very unfortunate
what befells Mrs. Weber.

Yeah, I'm sure you sent flowers, especially
after she ruined your investment.

No hard feelings. Mrs.
Weber did what she had to do.

Yeah. Except in this country, her
decision's supposed to be final.

You're not supposed to offer
her money to change her mind.

No, no, no, no, Detective,
the wrong way around.

Mrs. Weber came to me.
For $10,000, license would be mine.

Like I told my wife,

"The old country, the new country
are not so different after all."

So, anyone who believes him,
raise your right hand.

If I had my stack
of Bibles with me,

Yentakov would be swearing
from here to Kiev.

I think it's obvious
what went down.

Somehow he found out that Joyce Weber
was the point man in OCCB's sting.

That didn't exactly
make his day.

Well, he didn't have to kill her.
All he had to do was not talk to her.

Maybe things are different
in the old country.

Point is, we need to
find that leak at OCCB.

They're on top of it.

What are you talking about?
This is our case.

And that's why you're gonna check out Dr.
Zhivago's story.

Hey, excuse me, but the only witness
to their conversation is dead.

Think about it. If your new hobby
is shaking down license applicants,

why start with a mobster?
Talk to her other rejections.

You don't consider this
a waste of time?

I consider it
covering all bases.

I patented the formula.

Theme interiors, pretty waitresses,
short skirts and big smiles.

Called it Long Legs.

Politically incorrect.
I love it.

Yeah, so do people in Atlanta,
Durham, Nashville and Miami.

So what happened?
Didn't go over so well in New York?

We didn't have a chance.

Eight months ago, our application
for a liquor license was rejected.

No liquor, no Long Legs.

Thank you, Joyce Weber.

Well, actually,
she did me a favor.

You don't like making money?

No, I like keeping it.

My major investor in the New York franchise
served time for fraud in Philly.

I would never have known if
she hadn't been so thorough.

Did Mrs. Weber
ever suggest

that there might have been a way
to avoid your problems altogether?

I'm not following.

Maybe she could've been persuaded
to overlook your investor's past.

Say for a substantial
cash payment.

You're joking, right?
This woman, she squeaked when she walked.

You go to
The Culinary Institute,

you borrow from your idiot MBA
cousin for the down payment,

you plan the perfect menu...

French without
the heavy sauces.

And then two months ago,
Joyce Weber throws a...

What do you call those things?

A wrecking ball.

That's right. Let me tell you
about this Weber broad, bitch.

You want to elaborate?

She tells us,
"You girls are a lock."

Then she has trouble
with your investors?

She had trouble
with our bank account.

We're inadequately capitalized.

With a liquor license, we
would have had more capital

than we had pate de campagne.

We get 10 grand from
idiot cousin number two,

but that wasn't good enough.
It's about time you guys looked into her.

Well, she was just
doing her job.

Yeah?

She called the house once,

said something about
"overlooking our deficiencies."

Did you ask her what she meant?

I didn't have to ask.
She wanted more money.

Too bad we ran out
of idiot cousins.

Who would've thought of putting
peanut butter on potatoes?

Yeah.
When's your physical?

What? Peanut butter, potatoes, it's
two of the three major food groups.

Does it make sense to you,

eight months ago she's squeaky clean, six
months later, she's soliciting bribes?

And he's drinking himself
into oblivion.

Sounds like
money problems to me.

He's a V.P.
At a major ad agency.

It's got to come along
with major bucks.

Well, maybe he was spending
it in all the wrong places.

Bookie?

Bookie, drugs, women.

Who knows what skeletons
he's got in his closet.

But it'll have to wait.
Now this time I'm going for the sausage.

They had two incomes.
Everything should have been fine.

Two kids in private school,
it takes its toll.

What's this got
to do with anything?

We're just trying to get
a complete picture, Jenna.

Maybe your dad
owed money to somebody.

You mean like a loan shark?
Get real.

My sister liked to live well.

Beach house on Fire Island,
the lvy Club, the brownstone.

I warned her they should put
some away for a rainy day.

Sounds like they spent
everything they made.

If they'd put it in a fund,
they could've retired.

My dad tried
to sell the beach house.

Jenna.

No. I mean, you're making it sound
like he's stupid or something.

He didn't want it
in the first place.

They were stuck
with a major mortgage?

They borrowed against the
equity on the brownstone

to make the monthly payments.

Debt.
The great motivator.

It's not like we were
starving or anything.

Your mom didn't want you to know, Jenna.
Your dad was having trouble at work.

Now why did you go
and say that?

Don't you see
what they're doing?

They think Daddy's responsible.

Whatever my mom told you,
he had a good job.

He didn't need money.

I've known Weber since we
were freshman in college.

Buddies, and now he works for you.
How'd he handle that?

Better than I would.

We hear there was
some trouble here at work.

The ad game, sometimes
it comes down so hard

you've got to carry one of
those big golf umbrellas.

And Weber left his
in his locker?

He lost two clients.
He knows how the game's played.

So, what, you saying
you fired him?

Two clients.
This isn't Alpha Chi anymore.

I gave him six months and
tried to keep it hush-hush.

And you weren't successful?

I didn't realize
that he didn't tell Joyce.

At a dinner party, I mentioned
to her how sorry I was.

How was I to know he didn't tell her?
I mean, he only had two weeks left.

How'd she handle it?

You ever been married?

Point taken.

The poor bastard.
Not only is it coming down at work,

it's hailing bowling balls
at home.

He was talking about
pulling a Willy Loman.

You know, he's worth
more dead than alive.

You mean insurance?

A half mill would have
solved everything.

Stupid question, did he have
insurance on his wife, too?

Any guy with kids and a working
wife has insurance. It's prudent.

I've been there, Mr. Weber.
Everything just gangs up on you all at once.

It wasn't as bad as it looks.

Money's tight, the bills pile
up, you're out of a job.

All of a sudden, the
world's a very cold place.

No. I had three interviews
set up.

It's self-fulfilling.
You're desperate. They smell it.

It's over before you sit down.

I was gonna get something.

Your wife didn't think so.

That's not true.

Why would she start asking for bribes?
She lost faith in you.

Twenty years you take care of
her, you hit a little dry patch

and she can't let you forget
what a loser you are.

And the way she went through it, you'd
need two jobs just to break even.

I loved her.

I loved my family.

But you let them down, Ron.

You turned into a drunk.
You stopped coming home.

If my wife thought I was such a
deadbeat, I'd do the same thing.

What you needed
was a major payday.

A pile of insurance money to
cure everything, am I right?

That's sick.

I didn't kill anybody.

Well, that's not
100% accurate, Mr. Weber.

See, you don't really
remember what you did.

Why don't you think it over
for a few minutes, huh?

Anybody check his alibi?

Our guys went up and down
Second Avenue.

One bartender remembers him
coming in around 2:00 a.m.

The shooting was around midnight.
He left Cabrini's at 11:30.

That gives him plenty of time.

And there's no murder weapon?

Probably swimming
in the Hudson.

Hey, the guy's
right on the edge.

An arrest might just
push him over.

Thanks.

Motive just got better.

Weber filed a claim on his wife's insurance
two days after she died. 500 thou.

If it was about the insurance money,
he wouldn't have gone after the kids.

He was desperate.
Who knows what was going through his head?

It's all circumstantial.
I need something a little more tangible.

Circumstantial's
good enough for a search.

Let him go.
I'll get a warrant.

Mr. Weber's expected from lunch shortly.
You could've waited for him.

Hey, the sooner we're finished,
the sooner we get to eat.

Hey, Lennie,
you think he wears these?

Whoa.

What do you want now?

Now? Well, now you're under arrest for
the murders of William and Joyce Weber

And the
attempted murder of Jenna Weber.

You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you do say can and will be...

It had to happen
sooner or later.

How have you been, Margot?

Look at my client.
You tell me.

Well, you're certainly off
to a good start.

Half mill?
It's as good as remand without bail.

Well, he can't be that broke.
He afforded you.

He plays golf with one of the
lawyers in my firm. I'm a favor.

Jack, this is Margot Bell.
She'll be representing Weber.

Always the lucky one.

At least you finally admit it.

Am I missing something here?

Margot replaced me
on the Review.

It wasn't luck, Claire.

You were busy running around
with what's -his-name

instead of cramming
for Property.

What can I say?
What's -his-name was a better time

than the rule against perpetuities.
Who isn't?

So, Margot, I assume this is more
than a remember-the-good-old days.

I'm sorry. How often do I get
to mix business with pleasure?

Weber swears he didn't do it.

And you believe him?

I was thinking more like you
give a little, I give a little.

The best I can do is drop the
request for the death penalty.

That's exactly what
I'm talking about.

We work together,
we change the world.

I'll talk to him.

What do a sperm cell and
a lawyer have in common?

They both have a one-in-a-million
chance of becoming a human being.

There's a law.

You pass the bar, you got to
stop telling lawyer jokes.

Why? Who better
knows the truth?

Yeah. We're contentious, arrogant,
too smart for our own goods,

anal, expensive, theoretical,
knee deep in minutiae.

Not exactly the life we
thought we were getting into.

You ever think about quitting?

Yeah, right.
We'll open a flower shop.

Why not? You don't have to
lie to suspects,

and I don't have to
represent guys like Weber.

I'm allergic, and neither one of us
knows how to read a balance sheet.

We'll cut a deal on Weber, and
then we'll both take a vacation.

Would that it were so,
Mr. Weber's not interested.

I want the SOB convicted.
Who's representing him?

Margot Bell. I went
to law school with her.

She any good?

She's smart enough
to know her client's guilty.

Smart enough to parade everyone
in his life through the courtroom

to say what a devoted
family man he is.

He lost his job. He turned into a drunk.
He had insurance on his wife.

That explains the wife,
not the kids.

Jury doesn't understand it,
they don't believe it.

How about John List?

He killed his family. The jury didn't
have any trouble convicting him.

No. They had a busload of experts
explaining why he did it.

We'll get our own busload.

If Weber doesn't claim insanity, our
shrinks can't even talk to him.

Yes, but if she explains Weber to
us, we can explain him to the jury.

Lf, if, if...

They're called
family annihilators.

They often have an over-developed
sense of family values.

The problem is, rather than
serving as a protective force,

it becomes destructive.

"I love you so much, I have to kill you.
" It's hard to believe.

Not when you see imminent ruin.

Like losing your job?

He's that depressed, why
wouldn't he just kill himself?

He probably
thought about it.

But family annihilators typically
exaggerate the importance

of their role in the family.
"Without me, the family would be nothing."

Mr. Weber seems
to fit the profile.

I want you to tell that
to the jury.

Jack, I haven't examined him.

I can only speak in hypotheticals.
Weber will give specifics.

There's no way Margot
will put him on the stand.

I am on very shaky ground here.

At best, it's speculation.
I can't say for sure.

You don't have to.
Just say it's possible.

This is absurd. Only the defense can
put the defendant's sanity at issue.

We're not saying he's insane.

We're saying he fits the profile
of a family annihilator.

I don't see
the problem here, Miss Bell.

You can introduce expert
testimony as rebuttal evidence.

With all due respect, we're
not talking about O.J. Here.

My client can hardly
afford my bills.

That's not an issue.

Guess again, Mr. McCoy.

The Sixth Amendment provides...

Right to counsel,
which he's got.

No, he's entitled
to effective counsel.

How can I possibly be effective

when my ability to introduce evidence is
limited by my client's financial straits?

That shouldn't affect the State's
ability to make its case.

This isn't
a bullfight, Mr. McCoy.

The picadors don't get to stab the defendant
before the matador enters the ring.

All I'm asking for is an even
playing field, Your Honor.

Is there any precedent?

The Supreme Court
in Ake v. Oklahoma

held that a State is required
to provide the Defense

with a psychiatric expert...

When he's pleading insanity.

That decision was never expanded
to all expert testimony.

It wasn't specifically
limited, either.

Your Honor...

We all want a fair trial,
Mr. McCoy.

You've got your shrink, Miss
Bell, at State's expense.

I don't know why I didn't wake up.
I just didn't.

But you're sure you locked the
door before you went to sleep?

I usually do. I don't know.
Maybe I forgot that night.

That isn't what you told
the police, is it?

My brother's dead, and my mother's
dead, and my father is on trial.

Please answer the question.

No, that's not what
I told them.

To your knowledge, who had
keys to your brownstone?

Me, my dad,
my mother and my aunt.

Did your dad ever
hit your mother?

He would never.

Did they fight?

No more than any
of my friends' parents.

I can't believe that...

What, Jenna?

I can't believe
they're doing this to him.

Park Dietz, the country's
leading forensic psychiatrist,

identified a category of murderers
he called "family annihilators."

Their killings are usually
preceded by a major economic loss.

Like losing a job?

Exactly.

They feel their middle-class
lifestyle slipping away.

Often they drink heavily and
become suicidal themselves.

Are there similarities among
these family annihilators?

The prototype
is a white male in his 40s,

excessively devoted to his
family, especially his children.

He's a churchgoing man,
but not overly devout.

Acquaintances describe him
as sweet, nice, gentle.

He's definitely not abusive.

Would you say
Mr. Weber fit that profile?

From the information
available to me, yes.

A nice guy who loves his
kids and goes to church.

I wonder how many family annihilators
there are in this courtroom.

These qualities
are all exaggerated.

An annihilator
has a difficult time

distinguishing between
himself and his loved ones.

Did you examine
the defendant, Doctor?

No.

So, you're willing
to send him to prison

because of some article
you read in Psychology Today?

Objection.

Withdrawn.
No more questions.

Basically, you could squeeze
90% of the men in this country

into Dr. Olivet's paradigm.

So, Doctor, you're saying that this
so-called family annihilator doesn't exist?

Not at all.

There are between 15 and 50
murders like this every year.

I'm just saying that Dr.
Olivet's methodology was incorrect.

She was given
a suspect's history

and then she paralleled it
with the prototype.

And what is
the correct methodology?

Look at the circumstances of the crime first:
The method, time and location of killing.

A family annihilator leaves his
mark all over a crime scene.

If there is evidence that the
murder was committed by a husband,

then, and only then, should you
see if he fits the prototype.

And did the crime scene
here suggest

that a family annihilator
had committed these murders?

On the contrary,
he left a survivor.

The whole point is
to kill your entire family.

Is it possible Mr. Weber didn't
know his daughter was still alive?

I suppose.

Is there anything else about
the crime scene to suggest

that these murders weren't
committed by Mr. Weber?

I doubt very much that an individual
that emotionally devastated

would have the wherewithal
to stage a robbery.

But it's been known to happen.

On rare occasions, yes.

It's very simple,
Mr. McCoy.

As a professor of mine
used to tell me repeatedly,

"All poodles are dogs, but
not all dogs are poodles."

Nothing like the battle
of the experts.

Yeah.
What about the girl?

She hurt. She says maybe she
didn't lock the door after all.

Which opens the door for eight
million other suspects.

Well, the most important
one takes the stand tomorrow.

Who, Weber?
I don't believe it.

Why not? It's a tie game.

Now he can cry himself
into an acquittal.

Was the night of the murders the
first time you stayed out all night?

No. Joyce would tell the kids
that I worked late

and left for the office early.

Please tell us where you were
on the night of the murders.

I was drinking at Cabrini's
until maybe 11:00,

and then I don't remember.

And was this the first time
you had an alcoholic blackout?

No.

But you're quite sure
you didn't go home that night?

Yes.
And you're quite sure

you didn't murder
your wife and son?

Yes.
I loved them more than I...

I never even held a gun.

You were so drunk you can't
remember where you were,

yet you're sure
you never went home.

I never wanted my children
to see me like that.

If they had,
you'd have to kill them?

Objection.

Sustained.

The jewelry that was supposed
to be in a box in your closet

was actually in your office,
isn't that true?

Yes.

Did you ever tell that
to the police?

I was gonna sell it. We needed the money.
I was embarrassed.

So you staged a robbery?
No.

You must've been pretty
desperate, Mr. Weber.

The breadwinner in the family
suddenly coming home with no money.

Must have been humiliating.
But now you don't have that problem.

Your wife and your son will never know
that you couldn't cut it in business.

They'll never know that you
were going to sell your house.

Actually, you did them a favor.

Isn't that right?

No.
I didn't kill them.

I would never kill...

Damn, Jack,
even I felt sorry for him.

But now you see him
as a murderer, right?

Yeah, I suppose.

And I suppose
the jury will, too.

Jack.
I owe you.

Well, maybe not.

Were we sitting
in the same courtroom?

He sure as hell
looked guilty to me.

To me, too.
And that's the problem.

You were all over him, Jack.
He should have broken down.

He did.

No. I mean, he should have confessed
under that much pressure.

That's the typical response
for a family annihilator.

Why the hell didn't you
tell me this before?

Because you told me he would
never take the stand.

So you're changing
your opinion?

I'm not saying he's innocent.
I'm just qualifying my opinion.

Look, Jack, I told you I was on
shaky ground at the start of this.

Well, I guess she's not as
expert as we thought she was.

It's not Liz's fault.
She never interviewed Weber.

Then she should have
kept her mouth shut.

I called her
to the stand, Adam.

Now you'll have to recall her.

The jury should find
that enlightening.

She didn't change her opinion.
She just supplemented it.

It's not necessarily
exculpatory.

Right. If the jury happens to fall
asleep while she's testifying.

And besides, don't you think Weber's
expert saw the same thing Olivet did?

Of course he did. That's why you're
gonna have to plea this out.

Weber already
turned down a deal.

Because you didn't
offer him man one.

Adam...
Offer it and move on!

A deal, now?

After Olivet's latest
pronouncement from the mount,

Mr. Weber will be free
to kill whoever he wants.

Not necessarily.

You're talking to me, Claire.

I've actually been to a
couple of trials, remember?

It's kind of ironic.

I was just starting to feel
good about the system.

You know, the good guys
win and all that.

We were thinking maybe he'd
buy two counts of man one.

You wanna get me disbarred?

Besides, you know,
maybe the SOB didn't do it.

Wouldn't that be
a kick in the butt?

Tell you what, that flower shop's
looking real good right about now.

There is an alternative.

Like?

Like finding out what
the truth actually is.

Let Olivet interview Weber.
If he confesses, take the deal.

And if he doesn't?

We won't use anything he
says against him in court.

You'll have your acquittal.

That's not putting
the poker chips away, Claire.

That's doubling the bet.

What scares me most is what's
gonna happen to Jenna.

She's living with
your wife's sister.

If I'm convicted,
she'll always think...

It would be easier if you
tried to explain to her why.

What? Why all you people
are framing me?

Your daughter may understand
more than you think.

It may be the best thing
for both of you.

I'm fighting for my life here,
for my daughter's life.

What do you mean?

She had trouble with her
boyfriend, she came to me.

Trouble with homework, me.
Trouble with Joyce...

I was always there
to make things right.

Your daughter had trouble
with your wife?

She was a teenager.
I protected her.

I gave her a good home, private
schools, anything she wanted.

When did you start
to feel helpless?

What do you want from me?

You felt guilt.
You felt shame.

You saw ruin and
were powerless to stop it.

You tried to hide it with
alcohol, but that didn't work.

All right.

I'm a failure.

I'm a spineless drunk who can't
take care of his family.

I couldn't handle it.

Only I didn't kill them.

He's a textbook case but for the
fact that he refuses to confess.

So you're saying
he didn't do it?

I'm saying
that I can't be sure.

But he was drunk.
Is it just possible he didn't remember?

It's a possibility.

You know, he did say something curious
about his wife and his daughter,

that he was always there
to make things right.

So they fought. What teenage daughter
doesn't fight with her mother?

Yeah, but if it was more
than normal fighting,

that may explain why Jenna
says she didn't see anything.

He protected her,
so she's protecting him.

Especially if he was so drunk that he
didn't even know what he was doing.

So let's talk to her.

I doubt she'll tell you
the truth.

But maybe her aunt will.

This is crazy.
Ron tried to kill Jenna, too.

Why would she want him
to get away with it?

She's scared.
She's embarrassed.

She knows he's ill.
It could be anything.

How did Jenna
get along with Joyce?

Like any mother and daughter.

They fought,
but Jenna loved her.

I can't believe she would
lie to protect him.

We're just trying to get a sense of
the family dynamic, Mrs. Cochran.

It could help us
to convince Jenna.

Joyce ran the house.

When the kids needed it, she disciplined them.
She was strong.

Ron, he wanted to be the nice
guy, the kids' favorite.

Whatever anybody wanted.

What did Joyce
and Jenna fight about?

It was about that boyfriend
of hers, mostly.

Joyce didn't approve of him?

He was trouble.

15,000 a year for private
school, and he was expelled.

Always in trouble with the cops,
drugs and things like that.

But Jenna stopped seeing him.

Talk to me, Chester.

So I went out with Jenna a couple of times,
what's that got to do with anything?

So how did that make you feel
when she cut you off?

The river's full of trout.

Well, tell me, lover boy, why'd they
can you at that expensive school?

I'm not the academic type.

Yeah, well, according to this,
you were suspected of dealing.

Suspected, yeah.

And what about
your juvie record, Chester?

That's sealed.

Well, we talked to the arresting officer.
Armed robbery.

Yeah, I was a kid.

Sixteen.

You know what
I'm thinking, Chester?

I'm thinking that maybe you thought you'd
help yourself to Mrs. Weber's jewelry.

Really? Now why would I
do a thing like that?

Because you got to know how to read
to check out the help wanteds.

Only you couldn't find anything.
So you got pissed off,

you decided to take it out
on the Weber family.

Don't I get a lawyer
or something?

I'll bring you the Yellow Pages.
They got pictures.

I'll call his parents.

Don't bother.

You want us to let him go?

Unfortunately,
stupid's not against the law.

It sure adds up
to reasonable doubt, though.

Jack?

Do you think Weber is innocent?

Or do you think we're just gonna have a
tougher time proving that he's guilty?

I'm impressed. I never thought you
distinguished between the two.

Right.
Hang 'Em High McCoy.

Get off it, Jack.

You're the one who's always
talking about the game.

You're the one
hell-bent on winning.

If I'm convinced that
the defendant is guilty.

But look how easy it is to be
convinced, or should I say deluded?

How many times do we win just because
the defense missed something?

You never answered
my question about Weber.

Chester Manning is not the most
upstanding citizen I've come across.

Add that to Olivet's new
position, makes you wonder.

Then who did it?

Let's say it was the boyfriend.

Why would Jenna
still protect him?

She's a kid.
She knows her father's innocent,

and she believes the system
will ultimately work.

She loves Chester.

But he shot her, too.

Or she's feeling very guilty.
The house wasn't tossed, was it?

So how did Chester know
where to find the jewelry?

You're saying Jenna told him?
Why not?

And when the jewelry wasn't
there, he went crazy.

She feels responsible for the deaths
of her mother and her brother.

She can't bring herself
to admit it.

This is unbelievable.

Think about it, Ron.

Who else could have
gotten into the house?

Who else could have known
where the jewelry was?

I would have given her money.
She didn't have to rob her own house.

You didn't have
any money, remember?

We had enough.

She had everything she wanted.

But did Chester Manning?

Fine, have Briscoe
pick up Jenna.

No.

Look, I'm sure if Jenna had
anything to do with this,

it was all that bastard's idea.

I take it you didn't
care for Mr. Manning.

The drugs.

He robbed a grocery store when he was 15,
but his parents had it all hushed up.

But I'm sure Jenna
stopped seeing him.

What if she hadn't, Mr. Weber?
How would your wife have reacted?

She would have locked her in a closet, that's what.
Joyce didn't want...

If you'll help us, we can
work something out for Jenna.

She's not going to jail.

Your office. 3:00, Jack.

We're all glad you finally came
to your senses, Mr. Weber.

Let's get it over with.

What can you do for me?

Two counts of man one.

Served consecutively.

What's going on?

How many years is that?
Thirty.

But he didn't do anything.

That's not the way the
jury's gonna see it, Jenna.

This is the best thing.

No, you can't do this.

You have a deal,
Mr. McCoy.

Stop.

If you know something, Jenna,
you better tell us now.

Okay. Fine,
let's wrap this up.

No. Wait.

It's my fault.
He didn't do anything.

Who was it?

I told him where
my mother hid her jewelry.

Who?

Chester.

Okay.
And then what happened?

He got mad
when it wasn't there.

He was stoned out of his head.

I didn't know he was
gonna shoot everyone.

Okay. We got what we wanted, Jack.
The deal's still in place.

Jenna serves no time.

What's going on?

It's okay.

Chester used you.
It's not your fault.

You'll have my motion to
dismiss first thing in the morning.

Thanks, Claire.

One more question, Jenna.

Why didn't you just take
the jewelry yourself?

Obviously you still thought
it was in the closet.

Why wouldn't that have been easier
than getting Chester involved?

Please answer my question,
Miss Weber.

Chester wasn't there
for the jewelry, was he?

He was there
to murder your mother.

And you knew about it.
No.

This wasn't a robbery at all.

You wanted your mother dead.
You hired Chester Manning.

The jewelry was just
supposed to be his payment.

The police have already
picked up your boyfriend.

I have a feeling he's not the type
to stick his neck out for you.

I can't believe you
wanted your mother dead.

Three out of four.

You can't stand losing.
Can you?