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When are you coming home, Daddy?

Very soon, sweetie.

Very soon, okay?

Very soon.

Okay, Daddy has to have a meeting now, okay?

All right, get your money.

I'll be right up, sweetheart.

Anna, come on down.

Eight years.

Eight years, out in five, with good behavior.

Personally, I think it's a decent offer.

Decent? It's decent?

For innocent people to plead guilty to murder?

Marcy, what would be indecent is for your husband to serve a life sentence.

They don't even have a body. How can they possibly prove it? They got a

They got forensics.

And let's not kid ourselves.

Tom going on the lam because I knew that they would jump to the conclusion that

I did it, Jimmy.

Whatever the reason, you ran, Tom.

You lived under a false name for almost ten years.

Look, it's your life, it's obviously your call.

But given the risk, we think you have to consider the eight years.

In which case, by the time I get out, my daughter's twelve.

And in the meantime, she grows up thinking her dad's a killer.

I will not let that happen.

If we lose?

Your daughter grows up without a dad forever.

I am rejecting the offer.

They turned it down?

I just got the call.

Well, I'd go back with five.

For a first -degree murder?

Ken, you've got no body.

We've won with no bodies before.

Look at me. Please, do not let your competitive bile suck out what little

remains of your judgment.

That's not encouragement, Helen.

I thought we agreed to be encouraging with one another.

I'm encouraging you to plead this one out.

I am not going to let a premeditated murderer get off with five years. That

against my conscience, not to mention my bile.

Did he say what this was about? Not to me. He's been such a wackadoo these

it could be about anything.

Well, it must be big. He wanted me here.

I'm never included in anything.

Well, he better get here fast.

We're in trial.

Maybe he and Lindsay are getting back together.

Why would he have a meeting to say that?

Because he's such a wackadoo?

Jamie, your attitude has taken a little dip lately. Have you noticed that?

Sorry I'm late.

Thanks for coming.

What's going on?

I've decided to resign.

I'll be leaving the firm pretty much immediately.

Eugene, you'll take over as senior partner.

I know this comes as a shock, but it's just something I feel I have to do.

I'll be here for the next few days to work out logistics so we don't have to

our goodbyes yet.

That's all.

What was that?

It's a long story, Eugene.

I got time.

First, let's deal with what? First, let's deal with why.

I'm just not happy here anymore, Eugene.

Fine.

Why? It's nothing personal against any of you.

Fine. What is it, then?

It's just personal stuff.

Can we leave it at that? No, we can't, Bobby. You see, you and I, we are

personal. We've always put it out there. And for something like this, I'm not

exactly sure of the why.

It probably has something to do with me and Lindsay, but... It's more than that.

And I feel like I've hit a wall here.

And I feel like I'm gonna crash.

And I just need to leave before I become wreckage.

You owe us an explanation, Bobby.

I just... And I don't mean all of the clichés you've just spewed out.

You owe us a reason.

Her name was Rachel Rosenblum.

She disappeared ten years ago.

She was 25 years old.

They found her blood soaking the rug in her living room, but they never found

her body.

Now, before you start feeling too sorry for her, let me tell you, Rachel

Rosenblum was a murderer herself.

She killed her husband, who just so happened to be the defendant's brother.

And the defendant, well, as the evidence will show, he decided to take the law

into his own hands.

Before the jury could ever return a verdict in Rachel Rosenblum's trial, Tom

Bardos killed her, then dumped her body in the Atlantic Ocean.

They've got no evidence that shows that.

They can't even prove she's dead.

Basically, all they have is the likelihood that Rachel Rosenblum was

during her own murder trial. And they figure my guy had motive.

So he must have done it.

Well, he didn't do it.

Talk about rush to judgment.

Here, they can't even wait to make sure she's dead.

He became a fugitive in October 1992 when we were about to arrest him for the

murder of his sister -in -law, Rachel Rosenblum.

Detective, why was he under suspicion for this murder?

Rachel was married to his brother, Adrian Bartos, who she stabbed to death

the summer of 1992.

What led you to believe Ms.

Rosenblum herself had been killed?

She was out on bail.

The jury was deliberating over the weekend, and she didn't show up for the

verdict, which was a conviction, by the way. Did you look for her? We went to

her house.

There were signs of a break -in, and there were enormous amounts of her blood

her living room rug.

We found one of her teeth under the couch, and there were bloody drag marks

the bathroom tub.

We believe her killer...

cut her body up there so he could carry it out of her house easier.

Some of her luggage was missing, and we assume it was used to get rid of the

body parts.

Well, come on now.

This woman was on trial for murder and facing a conviction. Maybe she faked her

death in order to escape prison. We certainly considered that.

But Rachel Rosenblum weighed about 130 pounds.

She'd have had about 3 ,500 cubic centimeters of blood in her body.

By weighing the rug, we found that she lost at least 1 ,700 cc's, almost half

her blood, and that's not even accounting for evaporation.

It's almost impossible to believe she could survive that.

And why did you suspect the defendant was involved?

First of all, motive.

She killed his brother.

During the trial, he was extremely worried that she'd be acquitted.

What else?

Forensic evidence.

We found hairs on her living room floor, soaked in Rachel's blood.

Recent DNA testing showed them to be the defendants.

This hair you found, Tom used to spend lots of time in that house. It was his

brother's house.

By his own statement, he hadn't been there in months, and the house was

regularly cleaned.

Can you positively determine when that hair got into the rug?

No. In fact, it could have been there for years before Rachel disappeared.

Unlikely. And detective, police records show a series of break -ins in Rachel's

neighborhood around the time of her killing. None of which led to anyone

killed. Can you positively rule out she could have been killed by a burglar? It

can't be positively ruled out, but the likelihood... Rachel knew she could go

away for up to 20 years, correct?

That's right. So she had a huge motive to fake her own death to keep from going

to jail, didn't she?

Is it possible she could bleed herself practically dry and rip out one of her

own teeth?

Anything's possible.

Thank you.

No further questions.

Are you going to stew all night?

Maybe.

I'm entitled.

Could I be a dumb blonde for a second and give my unsolicited opinion?

Rather than sit there feeling betrayed, you could look at it and say, gee, wow,

Bobby picked me as senior partner. What an honor.

I don't look at it like that.

Or you could say, gee, this firm has been struggling a little. New direction

may be in order.

Don't look at it like that either.

Or you could say, gee, my friend must really be struggling.

And instead of feeling betrayed, maybe I should focus on helping him.

Failing all of the above.

You could say, gee, everything she said is so dumb.

I'm having dinner with a beautiful, dumb blonde.

I bet she must be easy.

So many silver linings.

And the night is young.

How's the trial going?

Okay.

Do you know where you're going?

I'm going to open an office.

Solo practitioner like the old days, I guess.

Thanks.

It isn't personal.

You know that.

I know that.

Can I help with anything?

No.

I'm good.

I don't really owe you an explanation, Lindsay.

How can you say that?

You don't even live here anymore. This is a decision I've made about my life.

What about income? What about the cost of raising a child?

That's why you're here?

Money? Yes, Bobby, you damn well know I scratch right now. If this is some ploy

to avoid alimony, then I... What?

Don't you ever accuse me of doing this to avoid alimony. This is erratic

behavior, Bobby. It's my life.

Fine. Live your life.

I lived next door to Rachel and Adrian.

We were friends.

How well did you know the defendant, Tom Bardos?

Pretty well.

He was very close to his brother, so he came around a fair bit.

Mrs. Wayne, on the day Rachel disappeared, did you notice anything out

ordinary? It was early in the morning, I was out gardening, and I saw someone in

her backyard.

I looked through the fence and saw Tom.

So I called out to him.

Did he respond?

No. He turned and walked away quickly.

You're positive this was the morning she disappeared?

Quite positive.

This man you called to, he didn't answer?

No. So you never heard his voice?

No. And you didn't even see this man's face straight on, did you? I saw a

profile. Looking through the slats of a fence?

I also recognized his clothing.

A black windbreaker and jeans?

It was Tom.

Any idea how many men in the Boston area own a black windbreaker and jeans?

It was Tom.

That didn't go so great.

It's still all circumstantial, isn't it?

It is, but... Assuming the jury believes he was there that morning... I wasn't.

But if the jury believes it was you...

and her testimony was persuasive, we can't really explain it.

So that gives them motive, your DNA at the scene, and you were seen at her

the morning she disappeared.

It isn't good.

The point is, the offer of eight might still be on the table.

If things should go worse, they could pull it.

I want to play it out a little longer.

We log every flight that takes off and lands.

Mr. Bardos took up his plane that afternoon and landed outside Providence,

Island. He was on the ground only 30 minutes before flying back.

That's a short trip, Mr. Woolrich. Yes, shorter than his usual trips.

Mr. Woolrich, did you observe the defendant loading anything into his

before he took off?

Yes, I observed him loading what appeared to be a large duffel bag into

cabin. He struggled with it. It seemed to be very heavy.

And did you have an opportunity to observe whether he unloaded the duffel

after he landed?

There was no duffel bag when he came back.

It's adding up.

And the problem is we have nothing to stack up against it. Could I take a

As a character witness.

Marcy, until six months ago, you thought your husband's name was Dan Sterling.

What kind of character witness would you really be if you didn't even know his

true identity?

Marcy?

Could I have a second, please?

What?

I just need a second with Jimmy and Rebecca.

Okay.

What's going on?

I haven't been totally up front.

I think she's alive.

Who?

Rachel.

Rachel?

The victim?

Yeah.

You know this how?

I helped her fake her death and get out of Boston.

I beg your pardon?

I was having an affair with her.

In fact, I loved her.

That's why I was freaking out at the trial. I was worried she'd be convicted.

was acting angry to cover her. I mean, if the cops had known we were having an

affair, they would have used that against her. Okay.

Slow down.

You were in love with your brother's wife?

My brother was a bastard.

He used to beat her when he had a few beers in him, which was practically

night.

I was going to take her away from him.

And he found out and came at her. And that is why she stabbed him.

In self -defense.

So where is she now?

I don't know.

She left me.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

We lived together for about eight months.

Under separate identities.

After which she split.

Given she was convicted in Adrian's murder, I don't... I don't figure her to

coming back.

Can you send my wife in now, please?

I guess it's time I tell her.

Do you believe him?

Actually, I do.

As crazy as it sounds. They faked her death together.

So she could escape prison.

The question is, do we let him get on the stand and tell his story?

It's risky.

But if we believed him, so might the jury.

And at this point, we've got nothing to lose.

Why didn't he come forward with this before?

Good question.

He probably figured nobody would swallow it. Which is maybe why you don't let

him testify.

Look, we've got to get back, Eugene.

What's this meeting about?

It's about Bobby.

Or this firm without Bobby.

Whether he changes his mind or not, right now it seems made up.

Which means we need to get used to life quickly around here without him.

Eleanor and I have formed an ad hoc management committee. We will be

whether to accept or reject cases that's effective immediately.

Wait a second. We can't do it by committee, Jimmy.

And truth be told, you're the biggest offender for taking dogs.

Hey! On a more positive note.

We've elected you to be a full partner.

Oh.

Who elected?

Well, with my two votes and Eleanor's one, we didn't need yours. Though I'm

you would have given it to us.

Is this how you plan to run the ship, Eugene?

Here's the biggie.

If Bobby's gone, I say we get Lindsay back.

Excuse me? She wasn't leaving us so much as she was him, and she has the best

civil reputation of all of us. If you bring her in, Bobby will never come

We can't be held hostage by Bobby's midlife meltdown, Rebecca. We have to be

decisive now.

And yes, this is how I plan to lead.

All those in favor of extending an offer to Lindsay.

How hostile is that? It's not hostile. You plan to invite my ex -wife in here?

You're not going to be here, Bobby. It shouldn't matter what we do. What

is getting a deliberate slap in the face from somebody... Try a punch in the

gut. That's what you did. I made a decision. So did I.

In the best interest of this firm. When's the last time you did that?

When's the last time you did that?

You need to move on, Bobby.

Well, so do we. And if you really do care about our future... You better hope

God we get Lindsay, because she's the best available lawyer out there. Yeah,

walk out. Just keep walking outdoors. This is the thanks I get for giving the

firm to you? Thanks for what? For leaving?

All right, that's enough.

Ten years I put in this firm with you by your side, and not just to build a

practice of law. Ten years.

Thanks for nothing.

way, way too many changes going on right now to even consider this.

I'm flattered, but... Might you consider it down the road some?

We're serious about developing our civil practice here, Lindsay.

We'd like you to do it.

If I were to even entertain the idea, Claire comes with me.

We'd love to have her.

Well, like I said, I can't think about any more change right now.

But, um... Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I, um... I feel a little, uh, adrift.

I guess the idea of coming home.

I, um...

Then do that, Lindsay.

Come back home.

I gotta go, okay?

Thanks.

We knew about the break -ins in the neighborhood. We wanted it to seem like

had surprised the burglar. He'd killed her and hid the body.

What about all the blood?

Rachel used to work as a nurse. She'd taken blood many times.

We wanted it to look good, so she started taking vials of her own blood

couple of weeks.

We kept it in her refrigerator, and when we had enough... And her teeth?

She had some anesthetic she took from the hospital. We injected it in her gums

and pulled out one of her back teeth with a pair of pliers.

She mutilated herself?

If we hadn't made it look like she was really dead.

And the airplane trip?

Helping her escape.

I flew her up to Providence, dropped her off, and came back.

So she was actually in the duffel bag.

But alive.

She took a bus from Providence to Atlanta.

I was going to wait until things cooled down, then I was going to move out of

town and join her.

But?

Basically, I blew it.

The neighbors saw me. I didn't even know about DNA.

My hair's in her blood.

And then when the police phoned, I knew I was about to get arrested, so I took

off and joined her.

Then what?

We hid out together for about eight months, paying in cash, staying in

We kept entirely to ourselves. We moved every week.

And then one day she couldn't take it anymore, and she left me.

And I never saw her again.

When was that?

Nine plus years ago.

I got a new ID, a new name, started getting regular work in telecom.

Five years ago, I settled outside of Los Angeles.

And a year later, I met my wife, Marcy.

We worked together at the phone company.

We have a beautiful baby daughter.

Tom, you sat on this lie for nine plus years.

I know I should never have helped Rachel escape.

I know it now, and I am sorry.

I should be condemned for that behavior, but I did not kill her.

She is out there.

Somewhere.

Thank you.

Objection. I'm sorry, but I thought I'd seen and heard it all.

Objection. Sustained. It's the truth.

It's the truth.

What you just said?

Yes. Well then, I'll drop the charges.

Mr. Walsh, show me a photograph of the two of you together taken after she

disappeared. That would be a help.

We didn't take any pictures.

Not one?

We were fugitives, Mr. Walsh.

We were a little camera shy.

How about a witness?

Someone who saw her alive?

You were together for eight months.

Someone must have seen you. A motel clerk, a waiter.

You must have some evidence to show you were having an affair with her. The

point of an affair is that it's secret.

You ripped out Rachel's teeth with pliers and stored vials of her blood in

refrigerator? Yes.

Got the pliers?

The empty anesthetic jars?

You're asking me for evidence we were deliberately trying to get rid of.

So basically, all we've got to go on here is your good word.

Yes. You admit lying to the police about your relationship with the victim?

Yes. Lying about your very name for ten years? I had to.

Lying even to your own wife?

Yes. But now, when you're looking at 20 years behind bars...

Now, we should believe you.

Is eight still on the table?

No. I just tried to float it.

Walsh laughed.

Do you have any idea as to where Rachel could possibly be?

If we can show she's alive... Did she ever mention a favorite town or a

place she'd like to go?

I don't remember anything.

But I don't really want to leave them to her anyway.

Sorry? I just don't.

Look, I started a new life, and she probably did, too.

She likely has a family, and I don't want to put her through what I'm going

through right now.

Are you serious?

You have sacrificed everything for this woman.

Marcy, could you excuse us again?

Marcy, please.

I need to have a conversation with my client.

You know where she is, don't you?

No. How can you sit quiet? You're about to... Because I love her.

I'm sorry. I know it's sick, but I do. I still love her, and she still... Still

what?

She still loves you?

Are you two still together?

No. Look, all that we need is evidence she's alive. She doesn't need to come

forward. If the police...

Become convinced that she is alive. They will hunt her down.

And I won't let her... It is a privilege.

You can't tell Marcy any of this.

Tom, if Rachel loves you as you say, Jimmy, I will not let her come forward.

I'm so incredibly sorry.

I know how difficult this must be for you.

Am I coming to you screaming about money or... We're just out of line, and I

apologize.

That having been said, do not walk out on these people without talking to them,

Bobby.

They love you.

This practice, first, fundamentally, always, is you.

I guess I just don't get the depth of your hurt here.

I mean, he's quitting a job, not a friendship.

Our relationship was the job.

If you really believed that, you wouldn't feel so betrayed.

I've been seeing the man almost every day for my entire adult life, Jamie.

When he leaves, we won't be seeing each other. I mean, we'll talk a good game.

Let's get together. Let's grab a beer. But that won't happen.

It'll be over.

Have you ever wondered if you're able to sustain a relationship outside of work?

Maybe Bobby won't be much good at it. He failed with Lindsay, but...

I think it's your track record that scares you so.

I'm able to have a relationship outside of work.

Really?

When's the last time?

I believe I'm having one now.

Well, I can't be sure, but I think you actually just said something nice.

Nice.

I'm capable of that, too.

I'll believe that when I see it.

How was that?

The start.

You got to help me make sense of this, Tom.

You could spend the rest of your life in prison.

I love her, Jimmy.

Don't get me wrong. I love Marcy, too. We have a nice family. Yes.

You have a daughter who needs to grow up with a father.

If Rachel could just reveal she's alive with that... She has a murder conviction

hanging over her.

They'd find not necessarily if I said no Jimmy and I mean no

I Am willing to go down for her and if you can't

understand how a person could love somebody enough to do that Well, that's

too bad for you I guess Did

he say what this one was about

I didn't question him. Because you were just happy to be invited.

Exactly.

What are you doing?

Just closing.

Hey, thanks for coming in again.

Eugene, Lindsay, I guess everybody feels I owe an explanation.

But it presumes I have one.

All I can tell you is I basically grew up in a big firm.

You all know this.

My dad was a custodian in one of those blue chip offices across the street.

And I wanted to be like those lawyers.

And all the while, I hated them for the way they treated my father.

And I suppose I've been caught in that paradox.

Wanting to become...

The monster.

I hate it.

Started off solo, just me with Rebecca as my assistant.

Vowing to myself to make my firm into the one across the street. And to a

extent, I've done that.

I work with a group.

group of lawyers I could ever imagine.

But at the end of the day, I just can't go to work across the

street anymore.

I need to be alone.

Taking cases I want to take.

I love each and every one of you.

Eugene.

Eleanor.

Jimmy.

You are my best friends.

Rebecca, I won't even begin to describe how I feel about you, and I don't think

I have to.

Lucy, you've been like a daughter.

An obnoxious one.

And, Jamie, I'm only at the beginning of getting to know you.

But... I gotta go.

I wish I could offer a more satisfactory answer than...

I've been very destructive lately.

Breaking free of my marriage when what maybe...

I really wanted was to just break free.

But some days you wake up and you just know.

And just, uh...

Love

you too, man.

What's going on?

Well, Kenneth asked me to be here because he's unable to talk.

What do you mean he's unable to talk? He's too upset.

Last night he received in the mail this bottle with an anonymous note asking him

to run it for prints, which he did.

We lifted three fresh prints belonging to Rachel Rosenblum.

As you can see, this is a fairly new bottle, which means at least as of three

months ago, the supposed victim was alive.

Accordingly, the prosecution has no choice but to dismiss the complaint.

Now, I've tried to tell Kenneth this is a good thing.

A terrible miscarriage of justice has been avoided, but, well, he refuses to

it that way.

In any event...

Your client is off the hook.

Now he will face charges of obstruction of justice for faking this woman's

death.

It's over?

On the murder charge.

On the other, they'll prosecute.

What did they say, how much time I get?

No.

Faking a person's death, I'd have to look it up.

You might make bail.

I can't believe she sent it in. I can't believe it.

I don't think she did.

But hey, let's ask her.

Did you send it in, Rachel?

I detected the resemblance right away, but thought men just fall for a certain

look. Not surprising you should look a little like his last love.

But then I started to look closer.

Lose some weight.

Plastic surgery, new nose, new hair.

But most of it's still there.

What are you talking about?

Meet Rachel Rosenblum, Jimmy.

The reason Tom didn't want to give her up, she's the mother of his child.

I sent the bottle in.

You drank out of it yesterday.

That is privilege.

You're my lawyer. I'm his lawyer, not yours.

You're Rachel.

What are you going to do?

Enough of this does fall within his privilege. Your secret's safe.

You, on the other hand, might not be.

Your wife kills husbands.

But you knew that.

Everyone said you left hours ago.

Yeah.

I wanted to do this alone.

Okay.

Go for a drink?

Bobby, you basically now have nowhere to call home.

I mean, maybe that's what you want.

But before you adjourn to your big empty world,

Let me buy you a drink Okay

I'll wait outside

I take it you won.

This is good. Good?

I didn't go to law school to put drug dealers back on the street.

It's criminal practice.

It helps us to pay the rent.

Rent? We're late with the rent.

We don't even have a conference table. We'll never build civil. The last blue

chip I brought in tripped over a box. Now he's suing us. This is a dump.

You don't think I want us in one of those high -rise buildings?

We'll get there five years from now. Nice lobby, spacious offices.

Come on, it's going to be us.

Okay.

I'm shutting down the practice.

Get your resumes out there. I'll try to string out three more weeks. You're

fine. You have a suppression hearing scheduled in 12 minutes.

You see this?

Huh? Eviction notice.

These are the kinds of things that happen when you can't make the rent,

the kind of thing you can't make when clients don't pay.

Are we anywhere close to a settlement on a tobacco case? Tell me.

Huh. I haven't had it.

Don't tell me you've had it when you haven't had it. I've had it with your

had it.