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Previously in the practice. Are you okay?

You might have something called chorioamnionitis, an infection of the

fluid. I want to schedule an amnio. Lab results are normal, including the repeat

CBC. Meaning?

Go home.

My husband is Raymond Littlefield. He's been charged with murdering my daughter.

Your daughter, so his stepdaughter?

Yeah. They claim he had an affair with her.

He didn't.

We had run -ins over discipline.

It probably became a typical father -daughter relationship.

With the exception that she claimed that you slept with her.

She had a history of lying, Mr. Donald.

I don't mean to be offensive, but... What?

Did the police ever consider you a suspect?

You're asking me if I killed my own daughter.

Are you accusing me of murder, Mr. Berluti?

I'm just interviewing everybody who could conceivably have a grudge against

Raymond Littlefield.

You two were lovers. If I were going to kill somebody out of anger, wouldn't I

have chosen him?

Who's your suspect?

Have you looked at his wife?

What about your mother?

What about her? Could you conceive of her wanting to harm your sister?

My mother loved my sister.

She would never hurt her.

There was some contaminated blood on the victim near the vagina.

It was a trace of semen.

It genetically matches your client.

I didn't kill her, Mr. Donald.

How did that semen get there, Raymond? Whatever else might have happened

us, I did not kill her.

Our own DNA test came back.

It's your semen.

It's got to be wrong.

Is there any margin for error here?

The odds that it came from somebody else are 17 million to one.

Going into a murder trial, bad odds.

It isn't mine.

Raymond, you admit having an affair with her. I keep telling you, I hadn't slept

with her for at least a week.

How long can semen last?

It can last. Even if she's taking bad?

She was on the swim team, for God's sake. She was in chlorine every day.

You hadn't slept with her for more than a week.

No. And she'd been swimming every day.

Yes.

Could they have planted it, the police? How would they even get it? This isn't

blood we're talking about. It's semen.

But let's assume for a second it could have been planted.

Who had access to your... Prior to Fiona's death,

when was the last time you had sex with your wife?

I have to think.

A day or two before, maybe three.

Is it possible your wife planted your semen on Fiona?

Are you asking me if it's possible Kate killed Fiona?

Her own daughter.

That's what I'm asking.

I want to accuse her in open court. We're desperate.

The prosecution is so confident they're not even offering murder to.

They're not even charging it. They're going all the way. No parole because

know they've got you.

We need something to manufacture reasonable doubt.

First of all, if my wife did this and is framing me, why would she...

She's been at my side the whole time, participating in my defense.

Well, she could just be playing her part so as not to draw suspicion to herself.

Or she could be setting herself up as a witness for the defense, only to bury

you once she gets up there.

That's pretty conniving. We all know she's smart enough, and if she killed

own daughter, she is capable of anything.

So your plan is?

We let her think we think.

She's on our side. And then when she testifies, we ambush her and hope it

flusters her enough to make her look at least possibly guilty.

What if you're wrong? What if she's completely innocent?

If we're wrong, we still might cast some suspicion on her.

That at least gives us a chance at reasonable doubt.

But obviously, for it to work, you can't tell her.

It has to be a surprise attack.

There's a big hole in your theory.

Since this little discovery, she won't even talk to me. She says she won't

testify for me.

I'll get her there.

And what you do?

You accuse her of being the killer?

We call it Plan B.

You're going to say she made love to her husband to get a semen sample to plant

on her own daughter who she killed.

It's possible.

Even if it is, no jury is going to believe that. And there's another

Her name is on that retainer agreement.

She signed it. She could be a client. I consulted outside ethics counsel for the

purpose of this agreement.

He's the client, not her. We don't have to protect her. Bobby, even if he didn't

kill her, he's still a statutory rapist. Is this guy really worth putting our

reputation on the line? Our reputation is that we will do anything within the

bounds of the law to win.

And since when do I have to convince you of this?

Well, maybe since I'm worried about making rent. Oh, please.

I have to admit, this time it seems particularly disgusting.

Wait a second. This woman could be the killer. She had motive and opportunity.

How do we not go after her?

They're due here in an hour.

Kate and Jenny, the other stepdaughter, Beck, I need for you to talk to her.

Why? Because she knows something.

Some bad blood between her mother and Fiona something. She wouldn't tell me

what. I need you to work it out of her.

And remember, you can't tip her off that we're going after her mother.

Read it and wait, baby.

Unreconcile is not a word. The word is irreconcilable.

Unreconcile is certainly a word. Look, I just get home from the hospital. All I

want to do... You want to play or not?

Not if you're going to cheat.

That's nice, Eleanor. I stay home to be with you, and you call me a cheat.

No, Helen, you stayed home ostensibly to look after me, to make sure that I stay

calm, not to try and beat me with non -existent... It's a word!

The word is irreconcile.

Unreconcile would refer to accounting.

Irreconcile, as in irreconcilable, would refer to our relationship at the

present moment.

Raymond tells me you two aren't really speaking.

Gee.

He claims you didn't kill her.

And it wouldn't be at all like him to lie, now would it? Look, his trial

tomorrow. If his semen had not been found on Fiona, you wouldn't believe

killed her, right?

But it was.

I realize that, but I want you to testify.

I need you to say prior to that semen being found, you didn't think that he

capable of violence.

What good would that do him if I now think he's guilty?

It speaks to his character.

And it'll help me some, and I need whatever. I don't want to help him.

Kate, when you first came in to hire me, you were convinced that your husband

was being framed.

Well, that was before they found his sperm on my daughter. All that means is

that he slept with her.

It doesn't mean that he killed her.

Now, you said it yourself.

Somebody could be taking advantage of this so -called affair.

To frame him.

Well, I seriously doubt it. But it is possible.

On that possibility that this is somebody framing him, I need you to

that from all you know about Raymond, you couldn't conceive of him being a

killer.

Kate, what if he is innocent?

He's a rapist. But he's on trial for murder here.

I need you to walk into that room with him, both of you, you and Jenny.

The jury needs to see that.

You want to divorce him after, do it.

But for the purpose of this trial.

Your mother once thought somebody with a grudge against Fiona killed her. Oh,

yeah, that makes a lot of sense.

And did he first go to my stepfather and ask to borrow some semen?

It is possible your stepdad had sex with Fiona sometime before she was killed.

Can I just go?

Your mother said she had some problems with Fiona, with some other friends she

kept.

She said she even got into big arguments with Fiona over it. Is that true?

So we all had problems with Fiona.

She was a druggie and a liar. But I'm told she had some particular problems.

Your mother and Fiona became quite estranged for a while, didn't they?

Why do you have to drag Jenny in? I don't want her terrorized. She has

of Fiona's estrangement with her mother.

I can testify to that.

Your word might seem a little self -serving, Raymond.

Plus, juries don't tend to attach that much credibility to statutory rapists.

We've also subpoenaed Elena Wharton, the woman you were having an affair with.

Why? Well, as luck would have it, there's a portion of the murder night

home alone with no alibi.

What? You're going to accuse her, too? No. The prosecution's second chair is a

man we've been up against many times. Our fear is that he'll be looking for us

to plan B somebody. He might try to tip that somebody off.

We're calling your ex -mistress as a red herring, hoping they think she's the

one we plan to ambush.

We can't have Kate getting any hint that this is coming.

If she's ready for us, she's too smart.

We'll fall flat on our faces and you'll be doing life with no parole.

What else?

We've thought about trying to deny the affair altogether. We've decided against

it. There's a good chance that the jurors have already heard about all the

suppressed statements.

Also, we can't put you up there to lie.

And we do think you will have to testify.

You just keep denying.

That you killed her. The DA will come hard. You hold fast.

You didn't kill her.

Which is the truth.

Okay.

We'll see you in court tomorrow.

Kate actually agreed to testify?

I convinced her to just see you through this trial. You duped her.

So we can ambush her on the stand?

You can certainly direct us not to do it.

Your choice.

See you in court.

It figures to be a lightning -quick trial, probably two days. All the

prosecution witnesses go to science and DNA.

The big question is, will Raymond Littlefield testify in his own defense?

And if he does, how will he explain his affair with the victim and the presence

of his semen on the victim's body?

Are you

sick

again? No, I don't think I'm sick.

What's wrong with you, then?

It's her.

It's the alien.

I'm in labor.

Okay. Okay.

Should I call 911?

No. Call the doctor, Trey. Okay. I am going to get drunk. Okay.

The bag?

Okay. It's packed.

Okay. What do I do now? Helen, call the hospital.

Okay.

It was the blow just above her ear that was most likely the fatal one.

How many times was she struck with the golf club, Doctor?

There were four independent fractures, so we know it was at least that many

times. And the cause of death was a fractured skull?

That's correct.

In terms of trajectory, was this the case of the club being swung downward?

No. It came in quite level, almost like the perfect baseball swing.

Yes. In fact, in your initial findings, you stated the killer was probably of

similar height to the victim. Didn't you, Doctor? True.

But I amended that finding.

Upon an examination of the terrain where she was killed, it became likely that

the killer was standing at a downward slope from the victim.

You amended your finding before or after the DNA match to my client?

I believe it was after.

You're a doctor again.

Lefkowitz, Jane.

Lefkowitz, look, I'm pre -registered. I'm already in the...

F -R -U -T -T? Yes, as in front. Listen, I know you're required by law to be as

slow as humanly possible, but she's in a lot of pain here. Do you have any drugs

on you? Okay, here we go.

And Dr.

Leftwood knows that you're here? No, we actually thought we'd wait for you to

call her. Yes, she's on her way. Can we get her admitted? She's having a baby.

Who are you?

I'm the father.

We found the golf club in the golf bag in the garage.

Did you dust for fingerprints?

We did.

All the prints matched the defendant.

What about blood?

We were able to scrape blood samples from inside the grooves on the face of

club. DNA tests showed a genetic match with the victim.

So under your theory, detective, the murderer took the weapon home and just

it in his own golf bag for it to be discovered.

I'm sure he thought he had wiped it clean.

This doesn't seem a little handy.

My client was having an affair with the victim.

If she were to be killed, he would have to know that he would be considered a

suspect. And he's going to take the weapon home and leave it in plain sight

it to be discovered with blood on it. As I said, he thought it was wiped clean.

Was it washed?

No. And these blood scrapings, were they microscopic?

No. You could see the blood in the grooves?

Yes. So you want us to believe that my client put the murder weapon in his own

garage in the open without even looking to see if there was blood on it? Once

again, our theory is that he didn't clean it as well as he thought he had.

Did you consider the possibility that somebody else planted that club? In the

course of a murder investigation, we exhaust all possibilities, counsel.

Did you consider Elena Wharton, that woman over there?

We did.

We ruled her out. She was having an affair with my client.

That's correct.

And he broke it off?

Yes. Were you able to account for her whereabouts on the night of the murder?

She was working late in her law firm. Until what time?

I believe until around 9 o 'clock.

She went home.

Can she account for her whereabouts for that whole night?

No, but we formed the impression she was truthful. When you decided to rule her

out as a suspect, that was a judgment, wasn't it, Detective? You couldn't

possibly exclude her with evidence, could you?

It was a judgment made by four different investigators with over 100 years of

combined experience.

You couldn't possibly exclude her with physical evidence, could you?

No.

They're going to plan B, the mistress.

I should have guessed it. Well, they're not going to come off very sympathetic

trying to accuse her.

This is what they do, Susan. They don't care how sympathetic they come off. When

they get desperate, this is what they do.

Well, we may have to call her now to refute the idea.

So who's next?

The forensic expert, then they should rest. We'll put up Raymond, get in his

denial, then call the ice queen.

Why would she agree to testify for him?

Come on. Either because she believed me, that he could possibly be innocent, or

she's planning to betray him.

How's it going?

So far, okay.

Eleanor's in labor.

What? Everything is fine.

She's at the hospital and Helen's with her.

She doesn't want a crowd.

But everything's okay.

Everything's completely fine.

We began having a sexual relationship about three months prior to her death.

Mr. Littlefield, your 15 -year -old stepdaughter. I won't try to excuse it.

I was guilty of despicable judgment. Are you aware that most people

find you depraved?

I suppose I am depraved.

But I did not kill Fiona.

Can you account for how she was killed with one of your golf clubs?

No.

She had a lot of drug acquaintances. I wouldn't call them friends.

Some of them came to the house, maybe one of them.

I don't really know.

All I can say, I was home that evening.

I never left.

I did not kill her.

Traces of semen found on her were genetically matched to you.

It had to be old semen because I didn't make love to her that day. Can you

account for how it got there?

No.

Is somebody trying to frame you, Mr. Littlefield? I don't know.

All I do know is what I've already told you. I did not kill Fiona. Her blood may

be on my golf club. My semen may have been found on her, but I didn't kill

How many times did you sleep with her?

I'm not sure.

More than 10?

Probably. More than 20?

I don't know.

More than 30?

It's possible.

Your 16 -year -old stepdaughter.

I didn't kill her.

Yes, and you also maintained vehemently that you didn't sleep with her, didn't

you, sir?

Yes. That was a lie, wasn't it, sir?

Yes. You lied to the police, lied to your wife, everybody.

Until they identified your semen on the corpse. Then you decided to be truthful.

Obviously, I wasn't proud of having an affair with my stepdaughter. Are you

proud of killing her? I didn't kill her. Help us out, Mr. Littlefield. Who did?

Objection! Sustained.

You just happened to be home alone the night that your stepdaughter was

murdered. Yes.

There's nobody who can verify that you never left your house.

No. And your semen just happened to be on her.

When was the last time you saw your daughter, Mr. Littlefield? That morning

she left for school.

Never saw her again?

No. She had swim practice that day, didn't she?

Yes. And how did your semen manage to get on her after swim practice?

I don't know.

You don't know?

Nothing further.

He actually did okay.

You think?

I'm not saying the jury liked him, but he held tough on the denial of killing

her. Is there any chance you can win this on the elements?

Reasonable doubt?

I don't know.

Look, if you can avoid plan B, then do it.

It's too risky. If you fail, you're done. I mean, if there's even a shot at

reasonable doubt, then... I just... He's a statutory rapist.

The blood was on his club. He did sleep with her and... And Kate Littlefield

won't be easy. If we go after her and don't get her, it's over.

I just don't feel like we got reasonable doubt.

I just don't feel it.

Jimmy?

Me neither.

Well, like Jimmy said.

If you go after her, you better get her.

I want to break your water. It'll accelerate things.

Isn't it supposed to break on its own? Well, usually, yes, but we could wait.

More of this? No, thank you.

You're breaking her water?

It shouldn't hurt.

Baby's in desal. The cord's compressed.

What? Carol, fluid bolus for Brutaline, please. Okay, Eleanor, I want you on

your side. What's going on? Give it to Han. What is wrong?

The baby's not getting the oxygen she needs. Oh, my God.

We're okay. I just want to see if the baby likes his position a little better.

Yeah, well, what if she doesn't? Just give it a sec.

I can't breathe.

I'll just ask a few questions like we talked about, then I'll be done.

It's basically just to demonstrate to the jury that you'll be with him.

Which I'm not, necessarily.

Kate, you'll be under oath.

Okay.

Go ahead.

I'll meet you in there.

You gonna go after her on direct?

No. I'll wait till after the cross.

What about Jenny?

I made sure she won't be in the room.

I told her we just need her back for closings. Okay.

Showtime.

Who knows? Maybe she is taking the stand to bury him.

That would be nice.

How's she doing?

There's been some complications with the umbilical cord.

What? Is she okay?

Heart rate's back up.

What's going on? I want you to lay on your side like this, Eleanor. She likes

this position better.

May I see an anesthesiologist?

Could you tell me what's going on? The cord's wrapped around the baby's neck.

Then do a C -section. Get the baby out.

Well, I don't think Eleanor should undergo another procedure if we can help

Save the baby.

What I'd like to try is something called amnioinfusion.

Basically, we fill your uterus up with water.

Try and float the baby into a better position.

Okay, what do you do?

You save the baby.

I want to save you both.

I was sure he didn't do it.

Why were you so sure?

Because I know Raymond.

He's a peaceful man. The idea that he would ever take a golf club and... I

couldn't conceive that he could...

ever be capable of that.

Have you ever known him to act violently towards your daughter?

No, I haven't. On the days leading up to your daughter's death, did Raymond say

or do anything to suggest that he intended to harm your daughter?

No.

Thank you, Mrs. Littlefield.

Are you kidding?

What else could he really ask? Why call her?

Ms. Alexander.

Mrs. Littlefield, could you ever conceive that your husband would

commit statutory rape against your daughter?

No. So then obviously you didn't know him like you thought, did you?

No. And after his semen was found on your daughter, are you still convinced

he didn't kill her, Mrs. Littlefield?

Mrs. Littlefield?

Are you still convinced of your husband's innocence, yes or no?

No.

Thank you.

Yes, thank you.

Mr. Donald, redirect.

Mr. Donald?

Mrs. Littlefield, where were you the night your daughter was murdered?

I beg your pardon?

Permission to treat the witnesses hostile.

What's going on? There's no foundation. She's not on trial here. Your Honor, I'd

like to be able to cross -examine this witness.

Objection! This is a murder trial.

I should be allowed a wide latitude to examine this witness.

I'm not sure where you're headed, but go ahead.

Where were you the night of the murder, Mrs. Littlefield?

I was at a school board meeting for Fiona and Jenny's school.

You left at what time?

Around nine o 'clock, maybe a little later. Came home when?

A little bit before ten.

Can anybody verify that you went directly home?

Raymond was asleep when I got home. So the answer is no. I object.

Overruled. What was your relationship with your daughter Fiona at the time of

her death?

Your Honor.

Mrs. Littlefield, please answer the question.

Was your relationship with Fiona estranged?

At the time of her death.

I wouldn't call it estranged, no.

So if your husband and your daughter Jenny called it estranged, they would be

mistaken. No, Fiona and I had our problems, so what?

In fact, her drug problems, her drug friends threatened your social standing,

didn't it? That's ridiculous. Your testimony suddenly and conveniently

damn your husband. That was a bit of a surprise.

Did you pretend to be supporting him so we would put you up there where you

could then torpedo him?

Objection. This is insane. Upon Fiona's death, you became sole beneficiary of a

$2 million trust, didn't you? I am wealthy exclusive of that trust, Mr.

You're wealthy or your husband is. We are. We're married. Yes, and if you got

divorced, you would lose half that estate, wouldn't you?

Objection. By sending Mr. Littlefield off to prison, you could technically

married, keep all the money.

And not have to live with him. That works out well, doesn't it? You've got

kidding me. You're a smart lady, Kate. I should have figured it out.

Objection! Disdain! You found out about your husband having an affair with Elena

Wharton, didn't you, Kate?

So what? And you were furious. Then you found out he was sleeping with Fiona.

Objection! Overruled. You made love to your husband the day before the murder.

That's how you got the semen.

Then you planted it on your daughter after you killed her.

Objection. You tried to frame him. Your Honor. Mr. Donald. Which is what you're

doing with your testimony. Did you do it, Kate?

Mr. Littlefield. Did you kill her? Mr.

Littlefield, sit down.

Did you kill your daughter?

You're disgusting, Mr. Donald.

Are you avoiding the question?

No, I did not kill my daughter.

He did.

Did I go far enough?

I think so. I mean, there wasn't anything else to go after her with. We

her anyway. I wasn't sure we would.

Wow.

Yeah.

So, what now?

I doubt they'll recross. They may have a couple of cleanup witnesses, then it's

closing arguments.

We take what we just tried to manufacture and argue it as best we can.

Okay.

Nice touch, Raymond.

Getting up like that.

I didn't know you were such a good actor.

They had to fill up her uterus?

They're trying to swish the baby around into a better position.

Is it working?

I don't know.

Eugene?

Eleanor.

I'm here too, Eleanor.

She's labored down.

Okay, then.

Get you on your back, see if the infusion works.

Okay.

Time to push, Eleanor.

Is this okay?

If he's ever staying, stay. Everybody else, out.

Why would he take the murder weapon back to his own house, not even wash it,

stick it in his golf bag?

This man was framed.

The blood was left there on purpose.

Who had access to that golf club, ladies and gentlemen?

Who was in a position to get a semen sample?

The woman who was estranged from the victim. The woman who would inherit $2

million upon the victim's death.

The woman who would get three times that much if she got sole control over her

husband's estate. And what better way to do that?

than to frame him for a crime that would give him a life sentence in prison. She

did it.

She had no alibi for at least an hour that night.

The initial coroner's report said that the killer was the same height as the

victim. She did it.

She had opportunity, motive.

Kate Littlefield committed this crime.

She endured her husband having an affair with Elena Wharton.

Then, when she discovered he was sleeping with her daughter, she would

endure that.

Raymond didn't suspect her. Who could?

His own wife?

The victim's mother?

But as she sat up in that witness chair, pretending to be testifying for him,

then only quickly to cave and sink him on cross, it hit me.

She even went so far as to set herself up as the ideal defense witness.

She is smart, ladies and gentlemen.

Maybe smart enough to get away with murder.

It's preposterous.

That's all I can say.

He's admitted he's been sleeping with her.

She's found dead with his semen on her. The murder weapon is his golf club.

And defense counsel, recognizing how insurmountable the evidence is against

client, has concocted this ridiculous tale.

The absurdity of it would be comical if it weren't so cynical, and yet depraved.

As a ploy to rustle up some doubt, they employ this Pearl Harbor attack against

the mother of the victim.

These lawyers have done this before.

Objection. Sustained.

Argue the case, Ms. Alexander, not the attorneys.

The case is this man raped his 16 -year -old stepdaughter.

And then he murdered her.

Three, four, five, push.

Oh, you're doing great.

Doing great. No, I'm not. Yes, you are. Keep going.

How long are they...

What's up?

Are you worried about being unethical, Bobby?

Close the door.

I'm going to assume you have a good faith belief that the wife might

the killer.

I do.

I'm also going to assume that when you called her to the stand as your witness,

she had absolutely no idea what you had in store for her.

You and I disagree a lot, Bobby.

But underneath all our disputes and even our occasional anger, there's always

been a respect.

I no longer respect you, Bobby.

I tell you this not because I don't like you, but rather because I do. I always

have, and I know you know that.

There's no dignity in the way you practice law.

Your ethical compass has become so skewed that you recently found yourself

trial for felony murder for which you quite rightly should have been

Frankly, I don't know what was more despicable today, what you did or the

of adrenaline in your eyes while doing it. She could be guilty.

But that's irrelevant to you.

It was the love of the game I saw in your eyes.

You had a client dead to right, and it was the ultimate challenge, and you

had fun today, Bobby.

A lot of people, when they have children, they start over

a little, morally, or they start looking

at themselves.

through the eyes of their children.

Win or lose, Bobby, I'd like you to go home tonight and

hold your own.

She isn't far away, Eleanor. One more push. Are you ready? No!

One more push. Here we go.

I heard one more push.

One more push.

Okay, I lied. One more push, but that was good.

Take a deep breath and push that baby out.

Oh, my God.

That sounded like she was being killed.

Oh, she is beautiful. She is perfect. She's cookie.

Here, Eleanor.

Meet your little girl.

She's so beautiful.

Yes, she is.

Have you thought of her name?

Yeah. Her name is Zoe.

Zoe's beautiful.

The defendant will please rise.

Madam foreperson, has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

What say you?

Commonwealth versus Raymond Littlefield on the count of murder in the first

degree. We find the defendant, Raymond Littlefield, not

guilty. Everyone be quiet.

Members of the jury, this completes your service. Thank you.

Mr. Littlefield, you are free to go, and we are adjourned.

murdered my daughter. Okay, you did it. You were the jury's son.

Get him out of here.

Well,

great job.

We thought you'd be pleased.

You think I'm guilty now?

I have no idea, Raymond.

I'd bill you either way.

The daughter wants in.

Not with the mother. It's just her.

Raymond.

I'll talk to her.

Proud of yourself, Dad?

Sweetheart, listen to me.

I didn't kill your sister. I swear I didn't. It's possible, Mom.

She didn't kill her.

Trust me.

Neither did you, I know.

But don't you think any man who screws both of his stepdaughters deserves to

in jail anyway?

Did you tell Fiona you were in love with her too?