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Every day in the United States, 1,870 women are great.

Every day in the United States, 1,870 women are great.

Translates to 1.3 weeks per minute.

Some are attacked on the streets, others and their homes, some by the proverbial stranger in an alley, far more by people they know.

An angry ex-boyfriend, a once trusted friend, a casual acquaintance, or some, like Erica Barnowski by someone they met in a bar.

The defense would have you believe that what happened was an act of runaway passion.

The defendant, Douglas Phillips, explains the bruises on the victim as a result of making love in a small European car.

He has trouble explaining the cuts on her neck and throat. He didn't mean to hurt her.

It was just a little knife. He even thought she liked it. He thought it would add a little excitement.

After all, didn't she want what he wanted? Hadn't she gone to a bar looking for a man? Hadn't she let him buy her drinks?

Hadn't she laughed at his jokes and kissed him? And don't forget, ladies and gentlemen, she wasn't wearing any panties.

Maybe Erica Barnowski should have known better. Maybe not wearing panties to a bar wasn't the smartest thing to do.

But you know what? She said no. She not only said it, she screamed it. She screamed it so loud that...

That Douglas Phillips had a hold a knife to her throat to silence her.

Erica Barnowski may be guilty of an error in judgment.

Douglas Phillips is guilty of rape.

The poor person will now read the verdict.

We the jury find the defendant, Douglas Phillips, not guilty.

So say you won, so say you all.

Yes.

Ladies and gentlemen, this court is in recess.

Why are you following me?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to see you.

I don't know why I'm following you.

It wasn't you, you know. We thought what you said about a lack of common sense, not excusing a lack of decency was wonderful.

We argued about it a long time.

But you didn't accept it.

We know what Mr. Phillips did was wrong. But we didn't want to send him to prison and make him lose his job for an error in judgment, like you said.

I wasn't talking about the defendant's lack of judgment.

Yes, we just thought it could apply to both sides.

We loved your little suits. My little suits? The gray one in particular.

One of the women was thinking about asking you where you bought it.

You were looking at my suits? You made a very good impression, dear. You did a good job.

There's my little girl.

Hi, Daddy.

Oh, are you?

Hey.

Where's everybody?

Oh, your sister and Chloe are running late. It's been ages.

Oh, it hasn't been that long, Daddy.

It's been ages.

Where have you been?

Working. I had a really rough trial in the verdict came in today.

You lost?

Yeah.

You get him next time. Want a drink?

Yeah, thanks.

I don't know how you stand it.

Stand what?

Working with the Drags of Society.

I get to put him in jail.

Yeah.

When you win?

Yes. When I win.

Never thought you'd stick it out this long.

Why wouldn't I stick it out?

Because you had the grades to go anywhere you wanted.

I did.

You know what I mean.

Daddy, I don't need to live at the beach or drive a fancy car.

What's wrong with living well if you work for it?

I worked my ass off.

You're but for what?

For me.

You're just like your mom.

Why does everything have to become a...

Just a minute and a half short of a new world record for you two.

She started it.

Oh, Daddy, Daddy.

Hello.

Hi. How you doing?

Oh, you're so sweet.

I love you.

I said that to a bigger girl last night.

What did he say?

Give him a break, Jess.

Mom's been gone for four years.

I know.

I should be happy for you.

But...

I've been thinking about Mom a lot.

Yeah.

There's something else.

What?

I had one of those attacks.

A panicking attack?

Yeah, the kind I used to have right after Mom disappeared.

What brought it on?

Today in court there was a woman who reminded me of her.

Mom?

Don't you ever wonder what it would be like if she just...

Walk through the door?

Not at all?

I don't think about things that aren't going to happen.

Wait, that's it.

You're just going to walk out.

I'm late.

Where are you going?

I'm going to share your life's decisions with me, so I won't share mine with you.

You're making a life decision.

That's why you're dressed up at nine o'clock in the morning.

It's not a good business.

Because I want to marry whom I choose.

He's still letting you pre-arrange it. You won't talk to me.

It's a doctor's appointment, all right?

Mom, what do you say?

It's nothing.

Can I drive you?

I said it's nothing.

Please.

Please.

Jess.

Jess.

You okay, boss?

Swell.

It swells now how you look.

How do I look?

Ms. Coste.

Lonnie, what are you doing here?

I'm not sorry. I have to talk to you right now.

All right, well, I have to be in court in a few moments, but if you think...

I can't testify.

What do you mean you can't testify?

Connie, if you don't testify, the man who rapes you goes free and maybe the next woman is not so lucky.

Maybe he kills her.

Lucky? Maybe she is lucky. Maybe she's done with him.

Maybe she don't lie in bed night after night wondering how she's going to get to work the next morning.

What's strange she'll walk down if she's going to see him before she gets to...

I just can't... I can't do this.

He told me that I would not live to testify and I take him at his word.

But he made those threats months ago.

What happened the last time I talked to you were adamant about testifying.

I have... I have Lewis to think about. He's six years old.

If anything happens to me, he has nobody.

Nothing is going to happen to you.

My mother's too old to take care of him.

Will you?

Connie, did he contact you because if he did, I'll have his bail revoked.

It's Lewis's.

We came home from the basketball practice Monday night and he can't find it.

And then we come home last night that is waiting for us.

How did he get in?

I don't know how he got in.

Barb!

Get this different.

And call the police and tell them that Shawn Ferguson broke into Connie's place again.

Got it.

I'm just going to walk Connie out.

Okay.

We're going to have the stuffed animal tested for fingerprints.

There won't be any.

I don't get away with it like before.

Only if you let him.

Connie, do you think I could possibly understand the kind of fear that men like Shawn Ferguson create?

I walk the same streets as you do.

I understand.

Please, Miss Close, don't compare us.

If you don't testify against him, you're giving him permission to do this again.

Don't give in to him.

He's a coward.

Fight him.

Okay.

You'll testify.

Yeah.

Okay.

Where are you parked?

I took the bus.

Connie, what is it?

What's wrong?

Okay.

All right.

Here.

I want you to take this money and take a taxi.

Connie, don't look at him.

Mr. Ferguson, if you come within 50 yards of Miss Ching, if you try to contact her or leave her more presence, I will have your bail revoked in your ass in jail. Do you understand?

Mr. Ferguson, I like how you say that.

Am I making myself clear?

Yeah, sure.

You want me to stop following her?

Okay, I'll follow somebody else instead.

That was you who was following me.

Down in the parking garage.

You know you're very attractive when you're angry.

As a matter of fact, I'm getting kind of wrong.

You're very attractive when you're angry.

As a matter of fact, I'm getting kind of roused right here.

How about I call the police and get them in on this conversation?

Would that turn you on?

You know, it's not such a great idea to get on my bad side.

What's that supposed to mean?

It's just that people who annoy me have a way of disappearing.

Those things will kill you.

You know, I can't stand watching you eat this crap.

I can't believe you just did that.

Oh, that's a nice place.

Thank you.

I know you're not.

You thought just when you lose your hand.

I saw your closing argument from the doorway.

Yeah, what'd you think?

You're convincing.

You're sincere and dramatic.

You committed.

I knew you wouldn't get a conviction, though.

You're not wearing panties to a bar as man's a consent to me.

Oh, yeah, the knife to her throat was foreplay.

Can I just buy you something that's not going to stop your heart?

Here.

So what's this I hear about you having a new squeeze?

Where did you hear that?

Our work gets around, counselor.

I bet she's very attractive.

Very bright.

Very blonde and has a wicked laugh.

Ash blonde.

She also a fellow lawyer.

Oh, no, no, no.

You've been there done that.

She's probably an interior decorator named Terry or Tawny.

Trish, and she's a clothing designer.

How irritating.

So you seeing anyone special?

What's going on?

I am having an exceptionally weird day.

Well, what happened?

This guy was following me.

What guy?

His name is Sean Ferguson.

Well, the guy you're prosecuting for rape next month.

You see his face?

No, I didn't.

You recognize his voice?

No, but I know that it was him.

You didn't see his face, he didn't hear him.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

What are you doing?

You sound like you're defending him in court.

That's why I'm here.

He's hired me to represent him.

Oh, please tell me you're joking.

No.

Don, he's an animal.

Look, the man might be innocent.

The man, as you generously refer to him, was identified by the woman he attacked.

Well, she couldn't be mistaken.

Don, he broke into her apartment.

He beat her and he made her undress one item at a time.

She had a pretty good look at him before he raped her.

He has an airtight alibi for the time of the attack.

Yeah, his mother.

Look, she put up her house and is collateral for his bail.

It's his mother.

Boy.

Oh, come on, Jess.

I'm a defense attorney.

It's what I do.

Yeah, well, weren't you the one that told me a lawyer's practice is ultimately a reflection

of his own integrity?

Yeah, it's nice to know you were listening.

So, is he know that I'm your...

My ex-wife?

Yeah, yeah, I told him to been bothered.

Bada, you?

No, I mean, if it's a problem for you, you should come back.

I mean, if it's a problem for you, you should consider the conflict of interest maybe talk to the time.

Oh, no, I am not taking myself off this case.

Jess.

Go like that.

I gotta get back to court.

I'm not married.

I'm sorry, I'm late, but trust me, you're lucky you stay home.

Go home, Jess.

Go home.

Why are you so angry at me?

Someday you'll have a child, and you'll watch her do something you're absolutely sure is wrong.

You're that sure I shouldn't marry Don.

Yes, I am.

I'm sorry.

Okay, get the phone so we can measure check to the gate.

It's quiet back, it's right here.

Ms. Costa?

Ms. Costa, are you there?

Okay, Connie's mother.

Mrs. Ching, it's Jess.

Connie's disappeared.

What do you mean she's disappeared?

There's supposed to be here six hours ago to pick up Lewis.

I don't know what she is.

I want you to calm down.

I'm gonna call the police, and then I'll call you back, okay?

It's Connie back.

All right.

Don't do anything.

Oh!

Nick, I'm so sorry.

You could've shot me.

Listen, did you see anybody run down my stairs?

Oh, yes, I'm the guy I went that way.

Thanks.

Hey, you gonna shoot him?

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

What's wrong with you?

I'm not liking you right now.

No, it was probably an attempted robbery.

You don't exactly live in the best part of town.

You know, it could be somebody you put in jail looking for payback.

Eventually they get out.

They're making me feel a lot better.

Well, you can always move back in with me.

Never mind.

But at least, let me get a better law installed.

I don't need that.

Don't harden.

People take an hour.

You don't even have to be there.

Okay.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Now, are you gonna let me speak to my client or not?

Just tell him to keep his mouth shut.

Look, if you're gonna hold him, you have to let him have counsel.

This is what they call a catch-22.

It's what they call the law.

What?

You're not done with him yet.

You were spying on me.

I hate that I was spying or that I'm right.

Both.

I know.

I'm a terrible judge of man.

Truly terrible.

He's a real man.

You know what I mean?

He takes you to real restaurants.

Not like these young guys think they're giving you a break by dropping by at midnight with a cheap bottle of wine.

Barb?

What?

I think you need to raise your expectations of men.

It's hard.

I know.

So, what do you think a Don's goatee?

Oh.

Great.

Can I help you?

Oh, yeah, do you have these in a...

Hi.

Do you work here?

Yes.

Shouldn't I?

Yeah, you, it's just you don't look like a...

okay, can I help you?

Oh, yeah.

Do you have these in a...

Hi.

Do you work here?

Yes.

Shouldn't I?

Yeah, you, it's just, you don't look like a...

Can I see these in an eight, please?

Okay, easy enough.

How about some sandals while you're here?

Oh, no, thank you.

You have lovely feet.

You should display them, especially in this weather.

A little informal for my line of work.

What do you do?

I'm a lawyer.

Ah, there you go.

The defense attorney's making his big pitch for clemency.

And all the jury can see are your perfect toes.

Okay, great. I'll take the shoes.

Okay.

Now the sandals.

Natural weather, handmade, lifetime guaranteed.

Buy me.

How's that?

Um, they're cute.

They're just a little tight.

Italians, your eight is their eight and a half.

Meaning I should go with the eight and a half?

Yes, but we don't have any in stock.

Would you like me to call you?

I'm sorry?

When the sandals come in, would you like me to call you?

Oh, yeah, that would be great.

Give me your name a number.

My name's Adam.

Adam Styles.

I'll call you when they come in.

Okay.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

Can't charge him with murder.

About a body we get left out of court.

Tom, he beat her and he raped her.

You've never been proven in court?

Because he killed her before she could testify.

Really?

What more do you need?

He said she would never look to testify against him.

Says who?

A girl you can't fight?

What's going on, Jess?

I'm sorry.

You can't fight?

What's going on, Jess?

I'll write you, she'll remove yourself from this one.

You too emotionally involved.

You don't have to worry about me and Don.

It's more than your ex-husband.

You have tremendous empathy.

And that it gives you an edge, makes you fight harder.

But there's something else that's going on here.

Maybe I just like a good fight.

You think you have to have something to fight with?

We need a body.

No, that's not Connie.

Well, someone else is misfortune.

I should have write you a picture.

Yeah, someone over.

Dental records too.

What about this one?

Can this one be Connie?

Possible to say at the moment she was beaten beyond recognition.

But I doubt it.

This woman's nearly five, nine.

What do you do with the bodies that you can't identify?

We bury them.

No.

Do you think seeing too much of death ages you?

I'm wondering what effect my job has on the rest of my life.

Like?

I'm losing the edge for dating, Jesse.

Too many dead bodies my day?

Too many dead bodies my night.

It's being of dead bodies.

Have you heard from your ex recently?

Don't ask.

Are you seeing anyone new?

I don't know if I'm up for it.

I think I'm losing my edge too.

You know what we need?

More fun in our lives.

No, go, huh?

No.

How did it go with Judge Harris?

She's giving us ten days to find Connie.

If she doesn't show there'll be a dismissal.

That means Adios, Sean Ferguson.

All right, I'm going to take Connie's file down to the police station,

see if I can get some action on it.

Jess, you do me a favor.

Slow down, okay?

I can't testify.

Don't give in to him.

He's a coward.

He told me that I would not live to testify.

Nothing's going to happen to him.

Ms. Costa, I thought all you lawyers at special parking places.

Mine does.

Are you following me?

Following you? Me?

What are you doing here?

I'm not going to get you.

I'm not going to get you.

I'm not going to get you.

I'm not going to get you.

I'm not going to get you.

I'm not going to get you.

I'm not going to get you.

What are you doing here?

Maybe I'm going home.

I thought you wrote the bus.

What are you doing here?

Maybe I'm looking for a ride.

What did you do with Connie?

Objection.

I won't allow me to answer that question.

She'll turn up.

I mean, not everybody who goes away.

Stays away.

I'll just get you.

Hey Larry, anyone try to break in?

I just want to move with a little electric bill.

Oh, maybe I should just move back in with Don?

Just kidding.

It's going to be easy.

Maybe I should move back in with Don?

She's kidding.

Every day in the United States, 1,871 are raped.

Hello?

Who's going?

Oh, of course, I'm sorry, my sandals.

You deliver?

Why don't we meet somewhere?

I started out in traffic work.

Not wildly exciting, but you have to pay your dues.

Then I went to First Municipal Division, which

prosecutes misdemeanors.

Then I had to fell in a review, which was a lot more interesting.

What made it more interesting?

Mm.

Investigative work, talking to witnesses, victims, working with the police, stuff like that.

What about you?

I'm going to shoot salesman.

Oh, while.

I'm before that.

This and that are salesman stuff.

My dad was a salesman.

He's retired now.

Driving him rather crazy, huh?

Actually, my mother's dead.

I'm sorry.

Was it recently?

It's been about four years.

Can we talk about something else?

Yeah, anything.

Um, what do you get when you have 100 rabbits in a line and 99 of them take a step backwards?

I don't know.

I were seating hairline.

Ha ha!

I'm sorry.

That's a terrible joke.

I can't believe I told you that.

That was a great joke, told with great panache.

Hmm.

Tell me about the state's attorney's office.

Each courtroom has three assistant state attorneys that are assigned to one particular judge.

And the senior of those is called the first chair.

That's me.

How did we get on this?

I know, it's because you don't like to talk about yourself, do you?

As much as you do.

Wait a minute, I've been talking about myself since I got here.

Wait, you don't think so?

Sometimes I wish I could start at a different place with people.

I'm not talking about jobs and astrology, but...

...how we feel about things.

You saying I'm shallow?

No, no.

It's me.

I have a hard time talking about what I do.

Well, I'll make you a deal.

I'll do my best to be straight with you.

You're straight with me.

Deep.

I take it you go there a lot.

I know, cook.

Well, you must have a great metabolism.

Well, I find that frequent hysteria helps keep the bounds off.

Are you frequent or hysterical?

I used to get these attacks.

Panic attacks.

What are they like?

They're like a nightmare only you're awake.

My heart starts to pound and I...

...I'm short of breath.

Fuck them and pass out and try to fight it, but...

Is it doing it good?

No.

What am I gonna do?

Go with it.

Don't fight it.

Lie down.

Let it take you where it wants to.

It won't kill you.

It'll be all right.

Promise?

When I was little and my mom was putting me in a bed,

I used to make a promise that everything would be all right.

There she goes.

So, there's a lot of us.

Please, grab her.

Mr.

The only guy, Dr. Stan.

No, no, no.

Well, thank you for dinner and for the sandals.

Thank you.

Well, till next time.

Oh, I know.

An ambitious person like you, a simple shoe salesman like me.

I get the feeling that there is nothing simple about you.

That's because you're a lawyer and you're always looking for things that aren't there.

I'll just play it by ear, okay?

Good night.

Bye.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm going to show you what the other guy is doing.

Hi.

Hey, what's up, Madam?

What's up, Madam?

How are you doing?

I'm sorry, I'm not doing anything.

I'm sorry.

All right.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Madam.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Oh, my gosh.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry, Madam.

It's all right.

I'm sorry.

What did you want to tell me?

They found Connie.

Are you sure about this, Jessie?

She was hurt pretty badly before she died.

I'm sure.

You know, you don't have to do this.

We can have her mother identify the body.

I think that her mother has suffered enough.

What did you do?

Tell me what he did to her.

Jessie, you're just torturing yourself.

I need to know.

Okay.

He beat her with his fists.

With a look of her wrists, she tried to block him.

But her hands don't indicate she was able to do much to him.

Judging by the bruise on her skull, she fell pretty hard.

He kicked her repeatedly.

Then he used the wire and broke her neck.

Did he rape her?

Not Jessie.

Did he rape her?

Yeah.

We let this happen.

It's not your fault.

Yes, it is. I made her testify.

I kept pushing her and convincing her she didn't want to do it, but I ignored her.

Mom was right.

I don't listen to people.

I don't care about people's feelings.

That's not true.

Yes, it is.

I didn't think about your happiness.

All I could think about was Mom and how you'd forgotten about her

and how you were going to be with somebody else.

Oh, don't think that.

I am happy now.

But I'm never going to forget your mom.

Ever.

I'm never going to love anyone the way I loved her.

I don't even know why I keep here.

You came here because for better or worse, I'm your dad.

And I love you.

You know, this woman Sherry is pretty okay.

You mind lying?

I doubt it.

Well, it's trying to get me quit smoking.

That's something.

What can you do until you've been in school?

How can that be anything but smart?

Dumb is rushing into something before you know what you really want.

I know what I want.

Oh, please.

Smart is whenever you believe.

You know what's right for everybody.

That's why you have the perfect career, the perfect marriage, the perfect everything.

Don't throw your life away on this man to spite me.

I'm going to marry him and it has nothing to do with you.

I'm going to marry him.

I'm going to marry him.

I'm going to marry him.

I'm going to marry him.

I'm going to marry him.

I'm going to marry him.

I'm going to marry him and it has nothing to do with you.

Sit yourself.

That's it.

I'm just going to walk out.

Where are mom's clothes?

I put them in the garage.

Why?

Orange has been after me to do this for two years.

We've got to move on with our lives.

All of us.

What is it, huh?

It's just that...

I can't help wondering it.

Mom is gone.

I know.

I know she's probably dead, but lately that's just not good enough.

I need to be sure.

Don't ask, Larry.

Don't ask.

Hey, Jess.

It's Adam.

I just wanted you to know I was thinking about you.

I'm not saying, sorry to just go out and summon him from the building.

You have lovely feet.

You should display them.

Especially in this way.

Why don't you give me your name remember?

I'll give you a call and get some new styles.

That's just been such a long time since I've had a good steak in downtown, so I thought maybe if you were...

No, I understand, but it's Saturday night and Trish is waiting.

No, what's your great idea?

Don, I've got to go.

Yeah.

Yeah, 10am, that's great.

I'm sorry.

Someday you'll have your own child.

And you'll want to do something you're absolutely sure is wrong.

You're that sure I shouldn't marry Don.

Yes, I am.

If I waited, it has to be my choice.

Drop it. Forget I said anything.

For God's sake, Mother, even when I'm trying to listen to you, that's not good enough.

That thing is ever good enough for you.

Is that why you're here to tell me what allows me, Mother? I think I believe it's from you.

No, that's what you want.

To cut me out of your life once and for all.

That's what you're doing.

I finally find a man I want to share my life with, and that's not good enough for you.

We all have to be the best at everything.

Me, Dad, Ring...

Go home, Jess.

Go home.

You're impossible.

Who's there?

Dad, um...

How'd you get into this building?

There's this humongous party going on downstairs.

What, you gonna let me in?

It's late.

There's someone else there, I'm not gonna talk to you.

There's no one else here.

Whoa!

Is that real?

Yeah.

Adam, what are you doing here?

I don't want to see you.

And at what time did you decide that?

Two o'clock, four, seven, what?

I don't know.

Well, why didn't you call first?

It was an impulse.

Are you married?

Are you married?

I know.

Then why do you show up at my apartment in the middle of the night?

It's 10.30.

Well, you made your commission, so what do you want?

You think I'm trying to sell you another pair of sandals?

I don't know what you're trying to sell me.

I am not married.

Honest.

I just don't like to plan things.

Heh.

I plan everything.

And this illusion of control is important to you?

Well, it's all I've got.

Why did you come here?

I don't know.

Maybe I should go.

Yeah, maybe you should. I'm gonna call you a cab.

Ten minutes of sleep.

No, no, no, look. I'm calling you a taxi.

Look, watch this.

Hello, hi.

Hi, yeah.

A man has passed out of my sofa and I'd like you to carry him down to flights his stairs and take him home, except I don't know where he lives.

That's good, Jess.

That's really good. They'll fight over that fair.

Hi, Jess.

Hi, Jess.

Jess.

Jess.

Breakfast is ready.

You made breakfast?

It wasn't easy. I had to go to the store to buy eggs.

Well, how'd you get back in the building?

I got your key.

You went into my purse?

I put it back.

Come on, let's get it cold.

Good?

Good.

Are you ever gonna talk to me?

I used to be a lawyer.

I was a prosecutor.

Good one.

Why just dad?

I am divorced.

From a woman I probably should have never been married to.

The only thing we ever did right was Beth.

Beth.

Her daughter.

You're the daughter?

Oh, look at her. She's beautiful.

She's dead.

How did you die?

My marriage was a mess.

We tried counseling.

As a last resort, we decided to take a cruise.

Beth didn't want us to go.

Kids sense when things aren't right.

I guess she was afraid one of us might not come back.

After we left, she developed a femur.

My father-in-law bundled her up and took her to the hospital.

But it was too late.

She was dead before me.

I'm so sorry.

They called us on the ship.

I mean, for us to get home.

But of course there was no home.

I ran.

I gave up my job.

I gave up my house. I gave up everything.

Came here and started selling shoes.

The thing is, I can't seem to give up the law.

I still go to the courtroom to watch certain lawyers.

Like you.

The Eric and Barnowski case.

Yeah, that was me.

You were brilliant.

I was too shy to approach you.

Then you came into the store looking as wondered as me.

And I wasn't going to call you.

I'm glad you did.

I'm glad you did.

I'm glad you did.

Oh my God.

That's my ex-husband.

Hello?

This rabbit, Pudmoger, with the beggar.

Now, bag or beggars?

Okay, okay, okay.

Hi.

Captain.

Well...

Don't tell me you're still sleeping.

I'm sorry.

Don Shaw, I'm an old friend.

Adam Styles.

New one.

They're just coffee, if you know.

No, no, I just came to drop off the bagel seat.

No, you're still.

No, I got a lot of stuff I gotta do to smell.

No, you don't.

I'll call you.

Hello.

Wow.

Oh, I got a cup.

I'll stay for the coffee after all.

I look beautiful.

You always think I look beautiful.

How could I not love that?

Oh, boy.

What, what never happened between us, anyway?

Look, I want to know.

My mother always said that you wouldn't give me room to breathe.

What a girl.

But she was right.

When you tried to control me, Don, what I ate or what I wore, what kind of schedule, I kept.

You were a great teacher.

And you took care of me during my breakdown.

But I needed a partner.

I tried to tell you that.

You did.

Yeah.

I wore clothes you hated.

I ate junk food.

Anything you wanted me to do, I did the opposite.

Yeah, I just thought that was you being you.

Oh, God, I'm nervous right now.

It's not okay, because what if I have a breakdown?

And I'm all alone.

I'm here, just like before.

Yeah, well, what would Trish think of that?

There's no Trish.

I don't know.

I was trying to make you jealous.

You were trying to make me jealous?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, God.

Don, I'm sorry. I can't do this.

I'm... I'm...

Okay, no, okay. You don't have to say anything.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Oh.

Are you scared?

Why didn't you tell dad?

What is he gonna do?

Well, he could be here with you.

You need anybody. I'm fine.

Mom, let me do this with you.

I don't want you to.

Why are you so angry at me?

Go home, Jeff.

Go home.

Where are you next?

You should know.

What have you got for evidence?

The wire that killed Connie matches wire found in the piano factory where your client works.

What else?

What else do I need?

Well, fingerprints, maybe.

No.

So just a flimsy piece of wire?

Strong enough to kill Connie, strong enough to convict your client.

I am not getting into this with you right now.

We can talk on the police, bring him in.

I'm on my way there.

Why?

Hello?

Hello?

What about hangouts, bars?

Yeah, that or somebody tipped him off.

Alright, I'll speak to you later.

I'm going to get you.

So how'd you convince him to turn himself in?

Well, I didn't have to because mother told him the police were looking for him and he called me.

Good old mom.

It wasn't nice when she pitches in.

Can we do without the sarcasm?

If you want.

You know, I thought you might have something to do with his little disappearing act.

What?

Did you tell him we were going to arrest him?

No.

Hell no, but since we're playing 20 questions, who is that guy?

You're not dating.

Well, it's really none of your business, but he is a guy who sold me some shoes, okay?

He's a shoe salesman.

He's not a shoe salesman, he's a lawyer.

Well, he was a lawyer, but he quit and now he sells shoes.

And what is wrong with selling shoes?

Come on, just get a grip, okay?

This guy, Adam, shows up with a serious crush on you at the precise moment that somebody is scaring you half to death.

Right when your panic attacks come back, he's the wild card here.

You know I'm right now.

You can try and pin it all on Sean Ferguson or the boogeyman, but this guy screams pervert.

What is it I can do for you, Ms. Coste?

Just answer her questions.

Did you kill Connie Chane?

No.

Where do you work?

Now you know where I work.

Answer the question, Sean.

I'm sorry, yes, sir.

You work at a factory that manufactures piano wire.

You're a press man, you're someone who presses out the wire.

You've done your homework, Ms. Coste.

I'm impressed.

I bet your mother's very, very proud of you.

What do you make of the fact that the wire your company manufactures is the same kind used to kill Connie?

Don't answer that.

Where were you around noon today?

I'm ashamed to say I was in a pretty shabby hotel downtown with a woman of Duby's character.

What was her name?

I didn't ask.

Did she accompany you to the parking garage where I work?

What?

Did she help you break into my car?

What's this about, Jess?

Where were you the day that Connie disappeared?

I was at home, taken care of.

Your mother?

You've got some kind of a mother problem, don't you?

Well, maybe it'll go away.

You're about to be arrested for the murder of Connie Chane.

Yes.

Think about what you're doing.

Don't have a case.

Stop telling me I don't have a case.

I have motive and I have a murder weapon.

Well, some fingerprints on that murder weapon would be nice.

He knows about my mother.

What?

You heard what he said about my mother going away.

He didn't say that.

And that day with Connie, he said he made people disappear and it was the way that he said...

What are you talking about?

...on the tram at Angel's flight.

Angel's flight.

Yes!

Don't you see he is after me.

Yeah, I see.

I see you should talk to your shrink about this.

Okay.

Suddenly, this is all about your mother.

I mean, well, you're handling Ferguson.

It's unprofessional.

How am I asking unprofessional?

You're prosecuting for personal reasons.

What do you mean by that?

You feel guilty about Connie and you're using the courtroom to work it out.

I am not using the courtroom to work out anything.

Well, it's working out stuff about your mother.

You take that back.

No, I won't take it back.

I'm trying to help you.

You go home with think on it.

No, you think on this.

Your client is guilty and I'm going to put him away where he belongs.

I'll see you in court.

Hey, hey.

Guess what?

What?

Friends, it says that our fingerprints on the notes you were sent.

Ferguson?

No, and the computer can not find the match.

So whoever sent the notes doesn't have a record.

So it seems...

Jess, have you ever heard of a supermarket?

Help yourself.

To what?

Obviously, you've never heard the way to a man's heart is through a stomach.

October 16th, 1989.

I'm sorry, I eat out a lot.

Seriously, Jess, when are you going to get a real life?

More fun to watch yours.

What happened to the business suit and the cowboy boots?

Oh.

It was too nice to me.

God, I hate that.

A telephone number for Adam Styles?

Bad boy alert.

So what do you think?

We've got the wire, but no prints, which turns hard evidence in this circumstance.

I'm hoping it's enough to get us to trial and then we can get our mother on the stand.

I'm glad to call.

I didn't think I'd hear from you.

The owner actually still got something powerful going on.

No, that's over.

Not for him.

We're friends.

I recognize a man in love.

So what else about this case?

Enough about this case.

Forget about work.

Buy me a rose.

Oh.

Well, you're proof of my romantic enough.

Thank you.

You're blushing.

Oh, it must be the wine.

I'm afraid you might be having one of your attacks.

No, I just wine sometimes makes me a little flush.

Have you had one or something?

Um, yeah, I have.

But I took your advice and it was very helpful. Thank you.

Good.

Have you figured out what's bringing him on?

No.

But your mother, isn't it?

It's unreasonably feelings about her.

Or not her necessarily, but whatever happened to her.

You tried to forget about it, didn't you?

Okay.

What are you an expert?

Are you a psychiatrist now or something?

No.

I've just let guilt eat me up instead of facing it and pushed everyone away from me.

Hold on a minute.

Who said I felt guilty?

I didn't say that.

Do you want to know what happened?

When I was in law school, my mother went to the doctor.

Very normal, very routine.

But she never came home when we never saw her again.

So then she might still be alive somewhere?

I used to think that, but no.

But you said she...

She wasn't about to run out on us.

Nothing would make her that angry.

Who's she angry at you?

You know what?

I gotta go.

Jess?

Jess.

Jess.

Jess, wait.

Jess, listen, I'm sorry.

You know, I know I told you all that.

It's not like you don't already know.

No, but your mother?

How would I know about your mother?

What's this?

A Xerox or the note you sent me.

The first one is my closing argument from the Erica Barnowski trial.

You were there.

This is crazy.

The second note thing we reference to my mother.

I didn't send those.

Maybe it's somebody who had arrested.

No.

I had them check for fingerprints.

Whoever sent them doesn't have a record.

Come on.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

What do you think you're doing?

We'll go down to the station.

We'll have them fingerprinted.

And you'll see.

You don't really think I would hurt you, do you?

I don't know.

Hi, Jess.

Hi, Jess.

I can't pan this on Sean Ferguson.

I think it's a mistake not to bring this before a grand jury.

I was strong enough, Case.

Especially with Jack's husband hitting us with the motion to suppress.

Yeah, I'm scared.

He's doing his job, Jess.

Yeah, well, he's not.

He's not.

He's not.

He's not.

He's not.

He's not.

He's not.

He's not.

He's not.

He's not.

He's not.

He's not.

He's not.

He's not.

He's not.

He's not.

He's not.

He's not.

He's not.

He's not.

He's not.

He's not.

It's got his job, Jess.

Yeah, well, so...

Listen.

The Ms Sean Ferguson.

He's Blue Collie's a factory worker, right?

So.

Don's expensive?

Are you sure the courts in the signed Sean's case?

Don said the man hired him.

He must be pro bono.

I thought I'd add Madó nails fulfilled as pro bono requirements.

How would he take more volunteer work if he did Matt?

On October 20th, your daughter called and said that she was going to be running up 18 and

a few errands and then picking up her son.

But you never showed up.

Is that correct?

That's right.

I call the police.

And then I called you.

Why did you call me?

Because she was going to be your witness.

And you knew that he had made threats against her.

Objection, your honor, may we approach?

Please.

Your honor, I'm moving to strike.

Mrs. Chang's statement about the alleged threat,

it's hearsay.

The statement's made by the defendant

fallen under the admission exception to the hearsay doctrine.

Mrs. Chang never heard anything from my client.

She's testifying to something you supposedly heard.

Your honor, the threats made by Mr. Shaw's client

go to the heart of the people's case.

The statement proves circumstantially

that Mr. Ferguson is guilty.

He had motive.

Your honor, the people, are trying

to take in through the backdoor statements that

are clearly not allowed in through the front.

The witness is getting her information

from the prosecutor.

I have no way to cross-examine the witness

on the circumstances surrounding the statements.

No tone of voice, there's nothing.

The people's case is a series of unsubstantiated secondhand

claims.

There are no fingerprints, no fiber.

All right, thank you, counsel.

I'm inclined to agree with the defense on this, Ms. Costa.

Your honor, without this evidence,

we can't prove motive.

We don't have a case.

I agree, but the defendant's statements

you're trying to elicit are, inadmissible hearsay.

I'm going to grant the motion to suppress and your bar

from any further use of such evidence.

Can you proceed?

No, your honor, I cannot.

Motion, counsel.

Do dismiss.

Gonna grant it.

Jess.

Jess, listen, you know, you didn't have a case.

You know he killed her.

No, I don't know that.

And neither do you unless you can prove it.

No, I mean, I can't abandon my professional obligation

to my client just because I happen to be in love with you.

Counselor, Counselor, what do you say we go out and celebrate?

No?

What about you, Ms. Costa?

Are you still interested in me?

You can ask me all those questions.

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

You stay away from me.

I mean, let's shine.

OK, OK.

OK.

OK, calm down.

OK, OK.

Get out of here.

All right.

Go home and pack a suitcase.

Why?

Because you're moving in with me.

I'm not moving in with you.

Look, I won't come anywhere near you.

I just want you to be safe.

I thought your client was harmless.

It's not Sean I'm worried about.

I called the state board about your friend.

They never heard of a lawyer named Adam Styles.

You've got to be careful.

OK.

Remember, nice guys finish last.

And it's not over till it's over.

And it's definitely not over till the fat lady sings, right?

We'll get him next time.

I'm going to take off.

You OK?

Yeah.

You know, I went out with him again.

Who?

The business suit with cowboy boots.

And he smokes cigars.

He talks too fast.

And he's really smart for LA.

We had a ball.

I'm so glad I took your advice.

Well, that's great.

But I never told you to go out with him again.

Well, not out loud, but sometimes you

tell me things just by thinking them.

Like right now, you're thinking she's a space cadet.

OK, I'm out of here.

OK.

Go home, Jeff.

Go home.

People who annoy me have a way of disappearing.

Not everybody who goes away stays away.

He's hired me to represent him.

Let me get a better lock installed.

Well, he tells me back in this thing.

Yeah.

OK, Nar

YES!

YES!

YES!

YES!

YES!

I respected you, Miss Costa.

I thought you'd treat me with respect.

Connie didn't respect me either.

She didn't even have an education,

and there she was putting me down.

Guns are dangerous.

I like your place.

A nice sense of order, balance, harmony.

Take over your coke.

You'll never get away with this.

I have an excellent attorney.

Please unbutton your blouse.

I can do it for you if you prefer.

Shoes too?

Yes, please.

Especially the shoes.

You're safe now.

I'm in the car.

You've been stalking her, terrorizing her,

and I thought he could be dangerous, so I brought that then.

It's licensed.

How was he terrorizing her?

He was threatening her.

Following her, broken to her car,

sending her notes.

Notes?

Well, I have messages to intimidate her.

I don't know much more than that.

All right, thank you, counsel.

Okay, you bet.

Hey, I'm gonna get you to hospital,

but they want to look at that end.

How did you know about the notes?

You told me?

No, I didn't.

I purposely didn't tell you in case it was Adam who was sending them.

And how did you get into this building?

The door wasn't locked.

Yes, it was. I locked it when I came in.

Well, no, it was open when I got here.

In my apartment, I double locked the door when I got inside.

Just what is this?

It's a simple question.

All right, I had a second set of keys made when I had your locks changed.

What for?

I was afraid something like this would happen.

I want to protect you.

Come on, you're thinking way too much.

You're safe.

Sean Ferguson can't hurt you anymore.

Yeah, but it wasn't Sean that you were worried about.

You said Adam was dangerous.

What is this about?

Well, Adam was never a threat, was he?

It was Sean all along and you knew it.

I knew what.

You knew everything.

You knew he was coming here.

You knew you had a gun.

You knew you had a second set of keys made.

You knew about the notes.

You sent me those notes.

You sent this whole thing up, didn't you?

Oh.

Tell me.

Tell me what.

Tell me everything.

What was your relationship with Sean Ferguson?

He was my client.

I was his leader.

Don't be coy with me, Don.

All right.

I knew he was guilty.

I made him a deal.

I told him I would get him off.

If he would do me this favor.

What favor?

I told him to scare the hell out of you.

That's what he did best.

Why?

To make you realize how much you need me.

To bring us back together.

You coached him?

You told him what buttons to push you.

You even told him about Pearl because you knew what kind of effect it would have on me?

I didn't want to bring your mother into it.

Then Adam came along and headed through things up a notch.

Turned things up a notch.

I almost had another breakdown.

Well, I would have helped you through it.

Just like when we were married.

And what about Sean?

Did you send him over here to kill me?

Was that care to you, Sam?

No, I sent him here to be killed.

He killed Connie.

It was justice.

God, this is crazy.

This is crazy.

You can't be capable of this.

I love you, Chance.

I love him more than anyone ever could.

I just couldn't stand to see anybody come between us.

Still throw your life away on this man to spite me.

You're that sure I shouldn't marry Don.

Yes, I am.

My mother came between us.

She was a dying woman, Jess.

Oh.

And she would have been dead from cancer within five years.

I mean, you think of the years of suffering I saved her.

The agony for all the people who loved her.

What did you do to her?

Well, she called me.

And told me you'd stranded her.

And she asked me for a ride.

Of course she wanted to talk about us.

You know what she told me?

I was too little free.

You believe that?

And she's just so bitches.

Ugly.

She was trying to keep us apart.

I mean, you were stubborn, but eventually you would have come around to her way of thinking.

She didn't feel a thing.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, you're crazy.

She's been had a love to you this much.

I will do anything for you.

Anything for you.

I'm sorry.

You're right.

You want to stay in your old room tonight?

I could use the company.

Yeah.

Do you know all these people?

No.

Do you?

No.

Do you mind me?

All these friends?

I don't know.

I miss her.

Oh, dear.

Hi.

I'm glad you could come.

You sure you want me here?

Your family doesn't know me.

From Adam?

Come on.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.