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( romantic ballad playing )

( record needle scratches,
song stops abruptly )

Pardon me, ma'am,
but why'd you stop?

Who are you?
What are you doing here?

What am I doing here?

What are you doing here?

Where's Joe?
What did you do with Joe?

Who's Joe?

Ouch. Wait a second.

Hey, look at that.

Is it yours?

You think it belongs
to somebody out there?

Oh, my God.

What am I going to do?
What am I going to do?

What are you going
to do?

What am I going to do?

I got a strange gun
in my coffin.

I don't want
to meet my maker

with a strange gun
in my coffin.

What about me?

You I'd keep.

It's this gun
I have a real problem with.

( phone rings )

Look, I know we're
in the middle of something here,

but I have to get that.

Hey, hon?

Just stay where you are.
I'll get it.

Thanks, hon.

Thanks, hon.

Nice guy.

Oh, which reminds me.

There's something
very important

I have to tell you
about him.

Joe? You have to tell me
something about Joe?

As long as you're here.

Australia.

Excuse me?

Australia.

That's the message.

That's what I have to say
to you: "Australia".

"Australia"?
The place...

Just Australia.

Australia.

That's it.

You can wake up now.

I know I made a fuss,

but don't worry
about the gun.

You can leave it here.

Whew.

It's okay.

Roll over.
My feelings won't be hurt.

JOE:
Yes, yes, absolutely.

9:30.

Uh-huh.

Bagel for Marie, pancakes
for Ariel, cereal for Bridgette.

It's morning, we're cooking,
we're happy.

( baby crying )

Troops, somebody do something
about your sister.

-She's hungry.
-We're all hungry.

Bridgette, you want cereal.

You can do that yourself,
can't you?

Okay.

Daddy, these
eggs are bad.

There's a thingy
on the yolk.

Thingy? What kind of thingy?

A thingy.

A white dot on the yolk.

Like the egg's almost hatched.

You mean like there was an
unborn chicken in the bowl?

There's no unborn
chicken in the bowl.

There's no born chicken
in the bowl.

There's no chicken of
any kind in the bowl.

Perfectly natural for there
to be a thingy on the eggs.

Hoo-hoo!
Look, look, look. See?

See what Daddy
made for you?

You just have to let it
cool off a little bit.

I'm sorry.
I don't care

what you say,
these eggs are bad.

Okay, fine. You win.
They're bad. Get two more.

ALLISON: There's nothing wrong
with those eggs.

-Those are perfectly fine eggs.
-Morning.

I just got those
eggs yesterday.

Ariel wanted pancakes.

Not with the rotten eggs!

Hello?

Those eggs are fine.

Why'd you let me
sleep in?

Why didn't you wake me?

I don't know.
You looked happy.

You looked like
you were having a nice dream.

Were you having
a nice dream?

It was okay.

Who were you talking
to on the phone?

Huh? Oh, nobody.

Nobody?

Joe, I saw you talking
on the phone to nobody

at 7:15 this morning.

It was Opsy.

Honey, you're eating.

It was a call from
Dr. Katkoff's office.

I have this thing
this morning.

It was just
a reminder call.

A thing? What thing?

BRIDGETTE:
Don't you remember, Daddy?

You were talking
to somebody named Opsy.

Bridge!

Don't you remember?

You said, "Bye, Opsy!"

ALLISON:
Opsy?

Bye, Opsy.

BRIDGETTE:
Bye, Opsy. Bye, Opsy.

BRIDGETTE:
Bye, Opsy.

Biopsy?
You're having a biopsy?

Why wouldn't you tell me
something like this?!

I did. I did tell you.

You knew I was going
for a physical.

Yeah, and you told me
you were fine.

And I was fine.
And I am fine.

Everything's fine.

It's just a follow-up.
It's nothing.

It's a biopsy, Joe.

"Biopsy" and "nothing"
don't go together.

People don't get
a biopsy for the hell of it.

You get a biopsy
for a reason.

And I don't understand

why you wouldn't you tell
me something like this.

Why? Take a look
at yourself.

Excuse me?
What does that mean?

It means I think

that your reaction to this

is completely out of scale
with what's actually going on.

I think you're getting
a little hysterical.

Hysterical? Really?

My husband just told me
he needs a biopsy,

and he's been keeping
this information from me.

How would you like me to react?

You know what this is about?

And I know you
don't want to hear this,

but with this
new job of yours...

-My job?
-One week you're busy...

What has that got to do
with you choosing

to keep a life-altering
event from me?

...and frankly, I was worried
that if I told you

I needed to have
this little test done...

"Little test"?

...when you had too much time
on your hands,

you'd sit around here
and obsess about it

and drive
yourself crazy.

Boy, was I wrong.

What, exactly,
is this biopsy for?

You know that little mole
I have my back?

The one I've had forever?

Katkoff just thought
it was finally time.

-Lay down.
-What?

Lay down!
I want to see it!

See? This is exactly
what I'm talking about.

When you were in school,

you were so busy
studying due process,

I could've been sitting
in front of the TV dead

for three days
and you wouldn't have noticed.

Australia.

What?

Australia.

( sniffling ):
It used to be round.

Now it's shaped like Australia.

It itches. I scratched it.

-I shouldn't have.
-Don't.

If I keep scratching
it, I might get it

to look like the entire
Eastern Hemisphere.

Can I get up now?

What?

Nothing.

Listen to me.

It's nothing, okay?

All right.

Nicholas Morgante is a father,

is a husband, is a business man.

He... he's
a Little League coach.

He's a lot of things.

But the one thing he's not
is a cop-killer.

On the contrary, this man
has enjoyed a friendly,

long-standing relationship with
the Phoenix Police Department

and considered a lot of the men

on the force to be close,
personal friends.

REPORTER: Mr. Watt, you said
in a press conference yesterday

that you were anticipating
a speedy trial.

Why are you so confident?

Well, for one thing.
my client is innocent.

For another, we know

the late Detective was shot
to death, but to date,

I've yet to hear
about the murder weapon.

Has the District Attorney found
the gun?

It's not on my evidence list.

Detective Pulaski was a highly
valued and much-honored member

of our police force.

I personally had the pleasure
of working with him

many times
over the past 15 years.

For the record,
I'm especially committed

to bringing his killer
to justice. Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,
no testimonial evidence

has been presented which can
place the murder weapon

in Nicholas Morgante's
personal possession

prior to the shooting.

No physical evidence
has been presented

which can place
the murder weapon

in Nicholas Morgante's
personal possession

prior to the shooting.

So what are we left with,
ladies and gentlemen?

In America, is it enough
for the police

or the District Attorney to say,
"I just think he did it"?

( whispering ):
I think I know where it is.

Think you know
where what is?

The murder weapon.

The gun.

Counselor?

Mr. District Attorney?

Welcome back.

I'm terribly sorry, Your Honor.

And is there something
you'd like to share

with the rest of
the court, Counsel?

Well, Your Honor,
as a matter of fact,

in the interest of justice,

the prosecution respectfully
asks the court for a recess

due to an introduction

of new evidence brought
to our attention.

Evidence that has
a substantial bearing

on the outcome of this case.

In the casket?

Buried with
Detective Pulaski's body?

Uh-huh.

And you're sure?

Pretty sure. Yeah.

Allison, I'm about to go
ask for a court order

to disturb this man's grave,
exhume his body,

open his casket
and feel around.

I'd like to go to the judge
with a little more

than "pretty sure."

Well, I don't know
what to tell you.

It is a dream.

You have to allow for a
certain margin of error.

Kind of inspired, isn't it?

Bury the murder weapon
with the victim?

Hmm.

"Rest on piece"?

( sardonic chuckle )

I'll get a warrant.

It's so unfair.

Those earrings?

I could tell you
where you got them,

when you got them,

and why they mean
so much to you,

but when it comes
to my own husband,

my own children,

or anything to do
with my own life

everything's a blur.

True for all of us,
I'm afraid.

Kind of an elegant irony,
isn't it?

You think so?

Hey, what we don't know
can't hurt us.

But then you didn't come here
to philosophize, did you?

You came here for answers.

I'm worried about my husband.

I know.

Do I have reason to be?

You know, I normally hesitate
doing this kind of thing.

People have trouble
understanding

when you talk to them
about their futures.

The days of our lives
are a lot like the weather.

If you look long enough
and hard enough,

you can absolutely find
a miserable day on the horizon.

Conversely,
if you're patient enough,

there's always a sunny one
coming, too.

I think the key

is to focus on something
fairly narrow.

Keep the questions specific.

Well, this is very specific.

Because you know I can't lie.

I'm not asking you to lie.

All right, then.

Uh... there's something medical
going on, right?

Yes.

It's of no consequence.

Oh, my God. Really?

Mm. This biopsy business?

It's nothing.

You can put it
right out of your mind.

So he's healthy?

Yes, he's healthy.
He's extremely healthy.

You're sure?

Yes. I'm sure.
I'm absolutely sure.

So everything's okay?

Catherine?

Allison, I warned you.

"Everything" is a very big word.

What do you mean?

Oh, my God.

It's not one of my children?

Don't do this to me.

No, it's not the children.

The... the subject
was your husband.

But you said he was healthy.

And he is.

So who is it?

Is somebody sick?

You said
you couldn't lie.

No, nobody is sick.

Then why are you looking
that way?

What is it
you're not telling me?

It's your marriage, dear.

My marriage?

What about my marriage?

Oh...

There's a... a darkness there.

A very real darkness.

A crisis of some kind.

It's imminent
and it's significant.

I... I wish I could
tell you more, but...

that's all I see.

ARIEL: Mom, I just felt
Bridgette's toothbrush

and it's completely dry.

Completely.

And then I checked
that special toothpaste

she made you buy her.

And it hasn't even
been opened.

BRIDGETTE:
She's lying, Mom.

My toothbrush
is soaking wet.

You can check it.

That's because she just wet it.

That's because she just
ran it under water.

But she didn't actually
brush her teeth with it.

That tooth brush has never
seen the inside of her mouth.

Has, too, liar!

It's seen it a lot.

Mom, are you
even listening?

Mom?

Mom...!

Hmm?

If you're so worried

about Dad,
why don't you just call him?

I'm not worried about Dad.
I'm fine.

Did you brush your teeth?

What?

Okay, bedtime.

Let's not worry.

I'm sure Daddy just got
tied up in traffic

or his cell phone broke
or something came up...

JOE:
Hello, hello, hello...

There he is.

Well... hi.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

Sorry.

Two steps from the door
and Starkey calls a meeting.

You didn't call.

No. I know.
There's no service

in that wing for some reason.

And you know,
I tried to break away...

And you couldn't.

And you couldn't get
your assistant to call?

Girls. Come here, give me
kiss good night.

( smacking lips )

Remind me to call
somebody tomorrow.

There must be something
wrong with that thermostat.

It's really hot
in this room.

I was worried, Joe.

I said I was sorry.

It's 9:00.

How am I supposed to know
you're okay?

How do I know you're not
lying dead somewhere?

If something had happened,
somebody would've called.

If I were dead,
who are we kidding,

you'd be the first to know.

Not funny.

Come, eat.

No, they already brought
food in.

So aren't you going to ask me
how my biopsy went?

( sighing )

How'd your biopsy go?

Fine.

So can I get an estimate

on how long
it's going to take

for you to reach
room temperature again?

'Cause if there's time, I'd like
to sneak in a shower here.

A shower?

You never shower at night.

What can I tell you?

I've been sitting
with 20 people

in a room built for ten.

They shut off the air at 6:30.

Does the shower not work
after 9:00?

Fine. Go shower.

Thank you.

( shower water running )

Hey. I'm sorry.

Hey. You're forgiven.

And, uh...

I'm sorry I didn't call.

Mmm...

Wow. Your lips
are room temperature.

What's the prognosis, Doc?

What are you doing?

-Hey.
-Just relax.

I want to be able to
tell if it's growing.

Very nice.

This makes tremendous
sense to me.

I might not die
from skin cancer,

so you want to seal the deal
with ink poisoning.

Be still.

This is a very
delicate procedure.

Done.

Whoo!

If I knew I'd get
this kind of reaction,

I would've outlined
all your moles.

So tomorrow
they exhume the body?

They look for the gun?

You nervous?

Don't be.

It'll be there.

Why are we talking
about this now?

It's your work.

I thought you found it
interesting.

I thought you wanted me
to find it interesting.

( sighing )

Well, don't go away mad.

I don't know, Al,
I think I'll take a rain check.

You're putting out
a weird energy tonight.

You're the one who came home
from work three hours late.

I said I was sorry.

Isn't there a statute
of limitations

on this kind of thing?

Are we okay?

Of course we're okay.

I'm just...

We're both tired.

We're both cranky.
That's all.

( baby fussing )

Mommy, you're dropping stuff.

This came out
of Daddy's pants.

Thank you.

ARIEL:
Mom?

What are we
waiting for?

We're gonna
be late.

Mom?!

( winch motors running )

( camera clicking )

( camera clicking )

DEVALOS: Go over it for prints,
then let's get it to ballistics.

I am nothing less than stunned
by the Judge's decision

to allow this gun in
as admissible evidence.

And while I have the utmost
respect for His Honor,

to ask this jury
to believe that my client

defiled the grave of a decorated
police officer and a friend,

and somehow managed
to hide this weapon

in a coffin that stood open
and in full view

of family and friends
for two days...

Well, I just can't understand
why the District Attorney

doesn't just do
the honorable thing

and go to the jury and admit,

"We don't actually have a case,
so we planted evidence."

WATT:
Excuse me.

He's acting like
he doesn't know what hit him,

and I'm guessing that's
because he doesn't.

Now go home
and dream some more

and tell me how long it
takes me to win this case.

Allison Dubois?

Yes?

You're ordered to appear
and give testimony

in the matter of The State of
Arizona v. Nicholas Morgante.

It's called an
"on-call" subpoena.

Half the people in
the office get them.

There's a number
at the bottom.

You call before 7:00
every morning,

and they'll let you know
if you have to appear.

If you want, I'll have
the office call in for you,

give you a few extra minutes
of sleep in the morning.

Oh, it's okay.
I have kids.

I'm up at the crack
of dawn anyway.

But why would they
want me to testify?

They don't.

It's a nuisance tactic.

The more you
spend worrying

about whether or not
you're going to testify,

the less time
you have to prepare

a case against
their client.

-( cell phone ringing )
-That's me.

Bye.

( cell phone ringing musically )

Hey.

Hey. I just got your message.

-Congratulations.
-Yeah, it's been quite a day.

-How's yours going?
-Uh, not so good.

Looks like we're going to be
pulling an all-nighter here.

An all-nighter?

Well, not all night,
but we're not going

to get out of here
until at least 9:00.

Anyway, as soon as I heard,
I made it my business

to sneak out of the meeting
I was in and call you.

Thanks.

Listen, I gotta go.

Kiss the kids for me.

I'll try and call later.

Okay. Bye.

( guitar strumming
ballad intro )

* *

( telephone dialing )

( phone on other end ringing )

WOMAN:
Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

( loud party music playing,
lively chatter and laughter )

( gasps )

No. Great.

I'll see you around 10:00.

Okay, bye.

Sorry about last night.

What, was it like 11:30
when I stumbled in?

I think some of these guys
actually want to work late

just to break some
record or something.

It's like they don't have a life
outside of that place.

So what are you
doing tonight?

Well, I'm not going to testify
if that's what you mean.

Court's in recess.

Devalos wants to talk to me
about something.

He's going to come by
around 10:00.

I thought you hated that shirt.

Huh?

The shirt.
The one you're wearing.

I bought it for you.

I liked it, and you hated it.

I never hated it.

You never wore it.
You said it was juvenile.

So what happened?

Your shirt
suddenly matured?

You want me to wear
another shirt?

I'm just saying,
I don't get it.

You don't hate something
for two years

and suddenly you like it.

I guess I finally
get what you get.

It's stylish.
I like the shirt.

Makes me feel good.
Has a nice cut.

My wife bought it
for me.

I guess it doesn't seem
juvenile to me anymore.

I see.

You taking the kids?

Yeah.

Got a call
late last night.

You're definitely
testifying tomorrow

when trial resumes.

Oh.

Okay. I guess.

In fact, you're
at the top

of their witness list.

Wait a second.
I'm confused.

The other day you
said serving me

with a subpoena
was no big deal,

that they were just
creating a nuisance.

Now I'm at the
top of their list?

You know what
probable cause is?

Of course I know what
probable cause is.

Well, when you told me
you thought you knew

where the gun was,
in order to exhume

Pulaski's body,
I needed a search warrant.

Okay.

And in order
to get that warrant,

I had to show
probable cause,

which is especially
sensitive in this case.

I mean, we were disturbing
a dead man's grave.

Okay. So?

So, unfortunately,
there is no judge

who will issue
a warrant

based on the dream
of a... a...

A nut? Like me?

Come on, Allison.

Let's not make this
any harder than it has to be.

It wasn't going to happen.

-So?
-So I did what was necessary.

I don't know
what that means.

It means
that sometimes

you have to consider
the greater good.

I still don't know
what that means.

I requested the warrant
based on information

we received
from an anonymous tip.

You lied.

And I indicated

you were the one
who received the tip.

So tomorrow they're gonna
want me to get up on the stand,

put my hand on a Bible,

and swear to the fact that I
actually received this tip?

At the very least.

But here's my bigger fear.

You're Morgante. You've
killed a police detective.

Now somehow, you've managed
to slip the murder weapon

into your victim's casket

prior to his burial.

What are the chances
that you told somebody--

anybody-- about what
you did and how you did it,

knowing that one
slip of the tongue

could cost you your life?

I think they know
there was no tip.

I think they may
have heard about you.

I think they may have
heard about what you do.

Well, then, I could
tell the truth.

Allison, you're
not getting this.

The warrant's dirty.
I lied to get it.

If you get on the stand
and say anything

other than what I told the judge

to get the warrant
in the first place,

he tosses out
the gun as evidence.

Not to mention my credibility
with the jury is nil.

All of a sudden
it's not so hard

to believe we're capable of
planting Morgante's fingerprints

on the gun,
planting the gun

on the body,
planting... everything.

That's it and you
want me to lie.

I want you to stick
to the story.

You work in my office.
You're a consultant,

and if he starts
asking anything

about dreams
or psychic phenomena...

-Oh, my God.
-...just deny it.

The more matter-
of-factly you deny it,

the sillier and more
desperate he sounds.

I don't know if
I can do this.

Allison, I did
a terrible thing to you,

and I'm sorry,
but here we are.

This isn't easy for me,
coming here,

asking you this.
I'm an attorney.

I believe in the law,
I believe in the truth,

but I know this son of a bitch
killed a police officer.

He killed
a police officer and then

made the man's final resting
place his own private joke.

If there ever was
a reason to lie...

( sighs )

I'm sorry.

I need to think.

Joe Dubois.

Hi. It's me.

Hey, Al.

Look. Something's happened

and I need you home

at the regular time tonight.

I-I really need you here.

Babe, you gotta know,

if I could be here I would,

but I can already smell that...

No. You're not hearing me.

You tell Kelly, not tonight.

You tell Kelly,
your wife needs you.

Home, with her.

Okay. Sure.

Thank you.

Good night, baby.

Good night, Mommy.

( kissing )

Good night, sweet pea.

Good night, Mommy.

( kissing )

You know you asked
me to come home.

You said it was important,

and you haven't said a word
to me since I got here.

You want to clue me in
on this crisis?

Well, my boss
stopped by the house today.

( ice rattling in glass )

Seems I've being called
to testify tomorrow.

And he wanted to know

if it wouldn't
be too much trouble

if, when I got
on the stand,

I wouldn't mind
perjuring myself.

And why would he
want you to do that?

Well, it seems
you can't get

a search warrant
in Arizona

based on a
psychic's dream,

so he told the court
that I got an anonymous tip

and he wants me
to testify to that.

Well, I know that's not
what you want to hear,

but it sounds like pretty
good advice to me.

Did you hear any
of what I just said?

They want me
to lie in court.

Yeah, I heard you.

I can't lie.

Oh, I beg to differ, honey.
Wasn't it just last week

you told the cousins
they couldn't come visit

'cause we were getting
the house painted?

This is in court.

This is under oath.

Yeah, I heard
that part, but, really,

what choice do you have?

You don't understand.

Oh, I think I do.

No, you don't, Joe.

If I lie, I don't
just betray myself,

I'm betray whatever it is

that makes it possible
for me to see this stuff.

Really?
You think so?

You think if you get up there

on the stand and testify,
then that's it?

No more scary dreams? No more

hearing other
people's thoughts?

No more dead people

hanging around the house
and killing the mood?

'Cause I gotta tell you,
if that's the case,

it's all the more reason
to get up there and lie.

You know what, Joe?
I made a mistake.

I shouldn't have called you.
Go back to work.

Don't push me, Al.

What does that mean?

It means, the way

I'm feeling and the way
you've been acting--

don't tempt me.

Whoa. Okay,
so you're not a happy guy, huh?

Not right now. Not about this.

Wait, wait.

Let's be clear about this.

About what?

This... this...
this pathological need

that you seem to have to call

the world's attention
to the fact

that you're...
you're the way you are.

The way I am?

-Oh, please.
-No! No!

You know me, Joe.

I am not a religious person.

I'm not a Holy Roller,
praise-the-Lord type,

but whatever it is
that allowed me to see that gun?

It comes from a higher place,
and I didn't want it

and I didn't ask for it

and sometimes
I wish I never had it,

but the fact is, I do have it.

It is a part of me,
and I'm proud of it,

and to be put
in this position...

What position? I'm baffled.

What is it that
you actually want to do?

You want to get up there
and tell the truth?

Yeah. I do!

Are you crazy? Are you
really that self-deluded?

-( phone rings )
-Leave it alone.

I can't believe you're
even entertaining

the notion of it.
Have you thought it through?

Have you thought it
even half-way through?

Let it ring!

Can you imagine
the front page

of our local paper

if you do this?

Can you imagine the 6:00 news?

Have you thought
about the impact

that's going to have
on our girls?

At school? In
the playground?

Have you thought about the
impact that's gonna have on me?

At my job? Out in the world?

This isn't just about you

and whatever cosmic channel
you're getting your vibes from.

This is about all of us.

Is this something you
really want to do?

I don't know!

( phone ringing )

Hello!

Yes.

Just a moment.

It's for you.

It's Kelly.

Hello.

No. It's just, it,
it's a family-thing.

It's right there

on the desktop on the
file marked "Kelly."

Okay. See you
in the morning.

Kelly Charles is a man?

Kelly Charles

is an animal.

Kelly Charles is the reason

I've been sleepwalking
for the last week.

Davenport brought him in
on the drone project

to kick our asses and
make some deadlines.

Him.

Yes. Of course.

Oh, my God.

Kelly wasn't the crisis.

Me taking the stand,
you wanting me to lie.

This fight that we're having.

This is the crisis.

What do you mean?

I have absolutely no idea

what you're talking about,
and for that matter,

I have no idea
what you've decided.

Well, 'cause I don't know
what I've decided,

except I'd really like you
to be there. I mean,

if Kelly will let
you take the time,

'cause I have
to tell you,

if I have to get up on the stand

and perjure myself
and lie to God and a judge,

then I want your ass
sitting there

in the front row when I do it.

Do you swear
to tell the truth,

the whole truth,
and nothing

-but the truth,
so help you God? -I do.

Be seated.

Mrs. Dubois,
could you

tell the court
what you do for a living?

I work for the District
Attorney's office

on a part-time basis
here in Phoenix.

And what do you do for
the District Attorney's office?

Do you have a... a job title?

I'm a freelance
consultant.

A freelance consultant?

Can you be
more specific?

I studied case law and
criminal law in college.

So you're a
legal consultant?

Yes.

-I suppose you could say that.
-And how long

have you held
that position

at the D.A.'s office?

Two months, although

prior to that,
I interned there.

And do you
have a law degree?

No, I do not.

I see.

Well, then, could you

briefly walk us through
what a typical workday

would look like for you
at the D.A.'s office?

Objection,
Your Honor.

How in the world

would an understanding
of a typical workday

for Mrs. Dubois
contribute to this case?

Your Honor, the name,
Allison Dubois,

appears on a
search warrant

used to obtain
crucial evidence

in the prosecution
of my client.

Now, given that fact,

the court has
a right to know

specifically,
what Mrs. Dubois's

involvement
in this case is,

and what her
function was

within the office of
the District Attorney.

Overruled.

You may answer
the question, Mrs. Dubois.

On a typical day, I might
interview a witness or witnesses

involved in a
possible crime.

I might be asked

to take statements
from such witnesses.

On occasion, I've been asked

to monitor interrogation
of suspects.

You do all that
for the District Attorney

without a law degree?

Wow.

There must be something
pretty special about you.

My husband seems to think so.

( scattered chuckling )

This is the warrant

ordering the exhumation
of Detective Pulaski's body.

Now, according to the
information on line seven,

it was granted on the basis
of an anonymous tip

which you allegedly received.

Am I correct?

Yes.

What is not indicated anywhere
on this warrant

is how you received

this anonymous tip.

Did it come in the form
of a phone call

from this person?

No, it did not.

No phone call.

So, this...
this anonymous tipster,

did you meet him face-to-face?

DEVALOS:
Objection, Your Honor.

Answering the question assumes
a degree of specificity

and, as a result, compromises
the anonymity of our source.

Overruled.

Please answer
the question.

WATT:
So, once again, Mrs. Dubois,

are you testifying
that you actually met

this anonymous tipster
face-to-face?

Oh, yes.

You did?

I certainly did.

Now I am impressed.

You say you've worked for
the District Attorney's office

for how long?

Two months.

Two months.

Not a very long time.

But here you are,

with an anonymous source
seeking you out.

Contacting you instead

of the lead detective
involved in this case.

Contacting you instead
of the District Attorney.

Contacting you instead of
the Assistant District Attorney

or the
Assistant-Assistant,

or the dozens of other
law enforcement individuals

involved in this case.

That's a hell of a story,
Mrs. Dubois.

Your Honor, is Counsel
asking questions of the witness

or offering a summation

to the jury?

-Mr. Watt...
-My apologies, Your Honor.

It won't happen again.

And with that in mind,

let me ask you a simple,
direct question, Mrs. Dubois.

And remember,
you're under oath.

You swore to tell
the truth.

What is it
you're not telling us?

Excuse me?

You're Honor, he's asking

the witness to question herself!

Mr. Watt, you'd better
come to some kind

of logical conclusion here.

That's exactly what
I'm trying to do, Your Honor.

I'm trying to find
the logic here.

Now, the witness has testified
that she's only worked

for the district attorney's
office for two months.

That she has no law degree,

no real authority.

And yet, someone with
vitally important information

sought her out.

It doesn't seem logical.

It doesn't make any sense.

Unless...

Unless what, Counsel?

Unless the witness enjoyed
a special

and privileged relationship
with the informant

that she's not sharing
with the Court.

-Objection.
-Overruled.

Isn't that really what
the situation is here,

Mrs. Dubois?

Did you enjoy a "special
and privileged" relationship

with this tipster
that you're not sharing

with the court?

I don't know what you mean.

I think you do.

I think you know exactly
what's so special

about you that you were
at that cemetery

the other day.

I think you know exactly
what's so special about you

that the District Attorney
keeps you around

despite the fact that
you have no law degree.

I think you know exactly
what is so special about you

that this anonymous tipster
sought you out

over and above everyone else
involved with this case.

And I think it goes to
the very core of who you are

and what you do
for the District Attorney,

-doesn't it, Mrs. Dubois?
-Objection.

What is the question?

The question is,

"What makes you so special,
Mrs. Dubois?

"What do you really do
for the District Attorney?

Who are you rea1ly,
Mrs. Dubois?"

Well, I'm not Adam Humphreys.

What did she just say?

She said, "I'm not
Adam Humphreys."

Who the hell is Adam Humphreys?

What did you just say?

Adam Humphreys.
He took your bar exam for you.

I can't hear them.
Can you hear them?

After you cheated,
but still failed three times.

Counselor,
I need you to take your hand

-off the microphone.
-And I'm not Dean Gardner.

You bribed him to keep quiet
in your last murder trial.

And I'm not Shannon Lessel.

-Judge, the Defense Counsel
-But then you know that.

is having a private conversation
with the witness.

'Cause you're cheating
on your wife with her.

Mr. Watt, remove your hand
from the microphone

-and back away from the witness,
please. -So now you know.

Do you really
want to keep

asking me who I am...

-Mr. Watt...
-at the risk

of everyone finding out
who you are?

JUDGE: Don't make me get
the bailiff to remove you.

( gavel bangs )

Bailiff?

Assist Defense Counsel
back to his seat, please.

No, I'm fine.
Fine.

Will the court reporter

please read back
the last question from Counsel?

"The question is, 'What makes
you so special, Mrs. Dubois?

"'What is it you really do
for the District Attorney?

Who are you really,
Mrs. Dubois?'"

I'm just a part-time consultant
trying to do her job.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

We reserve the right to recall
this witness at another time.

Negative.

( sigh of relief )

-The biopsy was negative.
-( squeals )

Boy, for someone who just
dodged a major bullet,

you seem a little down.

What is it,
it's all over now,

you maybe a little
disappointed?

About what?

I don't know, not being
able to get up there

and declare who
you are, what you do?

No, I don't think so.

I fear that day is coming
no matter what we do.

It's a tough secret to keep.

I'll call the baby-sitter
just to check in.

What is it?

Something's still
eating at you.

I can feel it.

It's nothing.

It's probably nothing.

You know me,
every day is cloudy,

every dream's a nightmare.

I'm sure it's nothing.

I need more wine.

Hello?

Can we get another glass here?

Oh, my God.

She's choking.

Somebody!

( party music playing,
laughter and chatter )

You okay?

Yeah.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Can't believe it
actually works.

Sit down, sit down.

Glass of water.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

There you go.
Something for the kids.

( chuckling )

Ah.

( exhaling )

All in a day's work.

What are you smiling at?

The sun just came up,
that's all.