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(elevator bell dings)

Happy Birthday!

Excellent birthday cake.

WOMAN: District Attorney's
office-- may I help you?

Excuse me...
can I help you?

( screaming )

( shouting )

( alarm blaring )

( gasping )

Hi... you okay?

Yeah, yeah.

No... I'm-I'm okay.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Bridge, come on!
You have to eat.

Bridgette, move it!

I have to get to Hannah's,

and Marie has to
get to day care!

Bridgette!

But I don't understand.

Mommy said we were going
to the park today.

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

Mommy got a call
early this morning

and she had to rush to work.

So you're coming
to the office with me.

But why can't I go
with Ariel?

Because you're not invited.

Because I'm going
to Hannah's

and Hannah and I are going
to dance class together.

-I'm in the car.
-( door shuts )

BRIDGETTE:
But that's not fair.

How come school gets canceled
for teachers' conferences

but not dance class?

Probably to torture those of us
who have to entertain you

and drive you
from place to place.

MAN:
The death

of Amy Bannister is a tragedy.

But the facts are the facts:

Ms. Bannister, after an evening
of drinking and drugging,

chose to accompany my client
back to his apartment.

Unfortunately,
that has now turned

into a tragedy
for both of them.

And while it may
titillate some people

to think that something
sinister happened that night,

the sad truth is that
my client was fast asleep

when Ms. Bannister apparently
entered the bathroom,

slipped, cracked her head
open on the shower door

and summarily bled to death.

Mr. Watt...

Mr. Watt, Mr. Watt...
you said in your

opening statements yesterday

that you're confident
the jury will believe

your client's version
of the events

and not
the District Attorney's.

How can you be certain of that?

Well, my client's
telling the truth.

Look, Damon Hodges is
a throwback to a time

when the phrase
"student-athlete

actually meant something.

Last year, he led his team

into the Elite Eight
of the NCAA Tournament

and made the Dean's List
both semesters.

Now the District Attorney's
decision to charge him

using a case
that relies solely

on flimsy circumstantial
evidence and hearsay

smacks of election
year desperation.

I mean, there's got to be
a better way

to boost one's name recognition

than falsely accusing
our brightest and our best.

Don't you think?

REPORTER:
Mr. Watt, Mr. Watt...

Just a hunch, but I sense
that man doesn't like you.

He doesn't like losing.

Unfortunately, with
this particular client,

he has no choice.

Why don't you folks
go ahead in?

I'll join you in a minute.

Just between us,
I have a witness

who's about to testify
under oath that Amy Bannister

never touched a drop
of alcohol in her life.

I think it will be quite clear
by the time I'm through

that Mr. Wonderful
drugged Ms. Bannister

he raped her,
accidentally killed her

and then force-fed her alcohol
to cover his tracks.

And you can prove that?

With my crack team
of young turks...

Why, the Mayor nervous?

Well, Attorney Watt is right
about it being an election year,

and people do prefer being
associated with winners.

Let's chat at the lunch recess.

It's incredible
how she does that.

You don't even see her
reach for the blade.

You just look down and there
it is, lodged in your gut.

What is so fascinating?

Nothing. I had this
crazy dream last night,

and she was wearing
the same blouse in it.

But it's okay, you were
wearing a different tie.

So, I'm sorry,

you asked me to be here
early for a reason.

This young kid's something
of a local celebrity,

and juries are funny
with celebrities.

Sit with me today and watch 'em,
see if you can tell

which way they're leaning.

That barracuda
out there is right.

It is an election year.

If you're not getting a good
feeling, I need to know that.

See if perhaps
I want to cut a deal.

The government has approached
16 other design firms

for bid-designs and proposals.

My sense is, if we land this,
it's a small piece

of a much bigger,
much more lucrative pie,

a pie that this firm would love

to ultimately get
the lion's share of.

So...

let's sharpen our pencils,
ladies and gentlemen,

and reconvene...
in 48 hours.

He's kidding, right?

48 hours to come up with a chip

that can withstand that
kind of temperature,

those kind of G-forces and
that atmospheric pressure?

Hey, stop griping.

Smaller, faster, cheaper--
that's what we do.

Daddy?

What's that thing?

What thing is that, honey?

That thing
you're talking about building.

( people chuckling )

An algorithmic
microprocessor component?

( laughs ):
Well, honey, it's...

Well, in this case,
it's a little machine

that the government
wants to use

to help fix blurry
pictures, photographs.

You give it
a blurry photo,

and then it tells you
what the picture's

supposed to really look like.

Oh. Okay.

( chuckling )

-Junior engineer in the making.
-Yes!

Thank you for being so good.

I know that meeting lasted
a long time.

Eh, it's okay,
I was doing my picture.

Oh, yeah? Let's see it.

What is this, sweetie?

You know.

It's an al... gor... rithmic...

Whatever that thing is.

No, no, it isn't.

Yes, it is.

It's what you and your
friends are making.

At least that's what he
thinks you're making.

No, no, he doesn't.

We're making a microprocessor.

He knows that.

It's part of a very,
very small computer.

Oh. Okay.

Can we do the vending
machine thing now?

DEVALOS: Ms. Staley, how well
do you know Ms. Bannister?

We've been roommates
for over a year and a half.

Were you close?

I mean... some roommates
barely see each other.

I think it would be fair to say

that we considered each other
best friends.

Best friends in college, anyway.

DEVALOS: So when you heard that
your best friend, your...

best friend in college, anyway,
had gotten drunk

and allegedly slipped
in a bathroom

and cracked her head open
and then bled to death,

-what was your reaction?
-Well, I knew that

it was a lie-- I knew that it
couldn't have happened that way.

Objection, Your Honor.

The witness knows
no such thing.

Duly noted, Counselor.

The jury will disregard
the witness's claims

of certainty.

So... what was it
about that scenario

that gave you pause?

Amy didn't drink.

-Not at all. Not ever.
-Really?

You're certain of that?

Yeah, she hated drinking;
she hated drugs.

She would go to clubs because
that's what college kids do,

but she would only drink
soda water.

If they found drugs and alcohol
in her system,

she didn't put them there.

No further questions
at this time, Your Honor.

Defense counsel,

-your witness.
-( clears throat )

( sighs )

So it's your testimony,
Ms. Staley,

that, to the best
of your knowledge,

Ms. Bannister didn't drink.

No. It's my testimony that

Ms. Bannister didn't drink,
period.

Look, I applaud your loyalty
to your friend,

but the truth is,
you don't know that.

I certainly do.

I beg to differ.

Just because Ms. Bannister
may have told you

she didn't drink
doesn't guarantee that

-on occasion, she may...
-Objection.

Sustained.

This court and the jury
recognize that Ms. Staley

cannot absolutely warrant
that Ms. Bannister

has never taken a drink,
Counselor.

Any further questions?

WOMAN:
Psst.

JUDGE:
Mr. Watt?

Mr. Watt, I'm still waiting
to hear if you have

any further questions...

JUDGE:
Mr. Watt.

He's stalling for some reason.

JUDGE:
Mr. Watt.

My apologies, Your Honor.

Um, and I have
several more questions,

if you please.

-JUDGE: Proceed.
-Thank you.

You knew Ms. Bannister very
well, didn't you, Ms. Staley?

As I said, we were roommates.

Do you know my client?

STALEY:
No. I have heard of him,

read about him.

I don't know him personally.

Well, do you like him?

I... don't know him.

But you don't hate him.

I mean, you have no reason
to lie here today,

no reason to say anything
that might prejudice

this jury against my client.

-STALEY: No, of course not.
-I mean,

it's not like
you were jealous of him.

Excuse me?

WATT:
Well, I mean, given...

how he felt about
Ms. Bannister, and...

given how you felt
about Ms. Bannister.

-Excuse me?
-Well, you were...

in love with her...

weren't you, Ms. Staley?

( gallery murmuring )

Oh, my God.

A simple "yes" or "no"
will suffice.

Uh...

( softly ):
Oh, my God.

Let the record show that
Ms. Staley refused to answer.

No further questions.

Don't look so shocked.

You, of all people,
should have seen that coming.

Who deposed that woman?

I did. For seven hours.

Seven hours?

And in all that time
you didn't think

that perhaps
Ms. Staley's statements

might be colored by...?

No.

No. Someone on Watt's team did.

MAN:
Happy Birthday.

DEVALOS:
I want everyone to pore over

the witness list,
review all the depositions,

re-prepare all the witnesses
if you have to.

I can't have another witness
torpedoed like that.

-( knocking )
-What?

Lloyd's birthday.

They wanted to be sure
you had a piece.

I can come back.

No, no...

Thank you, Sondra.

( sighs )

I'm not losing this case.

I may lose a few
assistant district attorneys,

but I'm not losing this case.

Am I clear?

-Yes, sir.
-Yeah.

Thank you.

For what it's worth,

most of the jurors
are still with you.

Well, that's good to know.

Unfortunately, I need
all 12 of them

if I'm going
to lock this kid up.

Did you happen to notice
this woman

sitting behind Attorney Watt?

She was wearing
a scarf on her head.

You hungry?

Right before Watt
went in for the kill,

she leaned forward
and whispered something

to one of his assistants.

Private detective?

Friend of the defendant?

( grunts )

Damn it.

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

You think it's important? Should
I have someone look into it?

SONDRA:
The Mayor on line one.

( whispers ):
Of course he is.

Court resumes tomorrow
at 9:00 a.m.

Can you be there?

-Of course.
-Thank you.

Yes, Mr. Mayor.

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

That's a lovely blouse.

Thanks. It's new.

( elevator bell dings )

( gasps )

( alarm blaring )

( inaudible shouts )

( garbled radio transmission )

I'm confused.

You didn't actually
see a man with a gun?

No.

And yet you felt
compelled to scream,

"There's a man with a gun
in the elevator"?

Apparently so.

Were you expecting
a man with a gun?

No.

I made a terrible mistake.

Are you currently on any kind

of prescription medication,
Mrs. Dubois?

Chief Parker... I recognize
that this false alarm

was a major inconvenience
to you and your staff,

me and my staff,
but it's clear to me

that what we're looking at here

is a result of a simple mistake
in judgment.

Well, that's very understanding
of you, Mr. District Attorney,

but I still have to explain
to my bosses

on the City Council
why a person would yell "gun"

when there is no gun

or pull a fire alarm
when there is no fire.

And I have every confidence
you'll find a way to do that,

but if you run into any trouble,

be sure to have the people
you answer to call me.

But, Mr. District...

Thank you, Chief.

Now do we have the all clear

to go back in?

Yeah, we're all clear.

I'm sorry, Chief.

Thank you, Chief.

( chuckles )

What is so funny?

Just imagining the headline
in tomorrow's paper.

"D.A. Burned in Court,
Not in Office."

I'm so terribly sorry.

I don't even know
where to begin.

It's okay.

I take it this had
something to do with a dream?

MAN: Excuse me,
Mr. District Attorney.

Excuse me.

Are you the one
who pulled the alarm ?

This is for you.

$500?

$500?

I'll pay for it.

We'll take it out of my money.

Your money, my money,
it's all...

Wait a second, I mean,
can't we appeal this?

Well, we can, but we'd lose.

It was a stupid dream
when I dreamt it.

I didn't even mention it
'cause it seemed so silly,

but all the pieces
seemed to come together.

I was so certain.

Okay, fine. Well, I'll just
add it to the list

of all the other bills
we can't figure out how to pay.

I'm sorry.

( knocking )

Who is it?

BRIDGETTE:
It's me.

JOE:
Hey, it's my work buddy.

What you got there, Pumpkin?

It's a picture.

A picture of what?

Daddy's work.

Daddy's what?

His bomb.

He and his friends
are making it at work.

Bridge, I told you
Daddy is not making a bomb.

Daddy is making
an algorithmic microprocessor

component, remember?

Whatever you say.

Who's going to tuck me in?

( Joe groans )

Could we not?

I promised her I'd put it up.

So where do you think she came
up with something like this?

She's a kid. Who knows?

So this component
you're working on--

what exactly is it
a component of?

I have no idea.

It could be the component
of a lot of things,

but one thing I'm
reasonably certain of

it isn't a component
of a bomb.

And how are you so sure?

Because, my dear,
my company doesn't make bombs.

We're an aeronautical
firm, remember?

As in airplanes
and gliders and spaceships.

Not things that go boom.

What?

Nothing.

It's just...

I'm not the only person

who gets feelings in this house,
you know?

If you don't know what
it is you're building,

you might think about
asking somebody, that's all.

Okay, I'll add that
to my to-do list.

Since I have to be up
in six hours,

you'll understand if it doesn't
go right to the top.

( woman screams )

( gasps )

You okay?

Fine. I'm fine.

Stupid dream.

( clock ticking )

Ah, so that's who you are.

DEVALOS:
You're kidding me.

Watt hired a psychic
of his own?

A pretty good one, too,
according to her Web site.

Supposedly, she's been working
with the Albuquerque police

on missing persons
cases for years.

Although they won't corroborate
that on the record.

Supposedly, even the FBI
calls her for a consult

every once in a while...

although they, too,
won't corroborate.

She's worked missing persons,
kidnapping cases,

serial killers, you name it.

She's even written a book.

According to her Web site.

According to her
Web site.

Dueling psychics.

This just might be a first
for the American justice system.

I don't get it.

You aren't concerned?

Don't take this the wrong way,

but for the most part,
recent false alarms

notwithstanding,
I believe in you.

I believe you believe
everything you tell me.

And I'm astonished
at how often you're right.

But I also believe
that people like you

are extraordinarily rare.

So, am I worried
about some woman

who advertises in the newspaper?

I believe in the justice system.

I believe in the power of truth,

and I believe in the wisdom
and the fairness of juries.

Randy Pilgrim has been
a teammate of Damon Hodges

for the last two years.

In about 20 minutes,
he's going to testify

that Hodges has a habit of
putting GHB into women's drinks.

Apparently, he's even boasted
about it in the locker room.

If my belief systems hold water,

then Mr. Pilgrim's
going to help me

establish a pattern of behavior
with this jury

that's going to put
Damon Hodges behind bars.

Care to predict
how it's going to go?

DEVALOS:
One last question, Mr. Pilgrim.

How do your teammates feel
about you testifying today?

Some of them weren't very happy.

But I don't understand.

If Damon Hodges is truly guilty

of what's being alleged
here today

wouldn't they want
to see him punished?

Wouldn't they want him put away

where he could pose
no harm to their wives,

their sisters,

their girlfriends?

Yeah, but...

He helps us win games.

No more questions, Your Honor.

WATT: So if I understand
your testimony accurately,

my client, Mr. Hodges,

has been boasting of drugging
and taking advantage

of women for months?

Yes, sir,
that's what I said, sir.

How many months exactly?

Excuse me?

What I'm asking you is
how many months

have you allegedly known
that my client drugs women

for the purpose of having
sex with them?

How many months was it
that neither you

nor anyone else
on your team, for that matter,

felt it necessary
to call the authorities

or tell a coach
or tell anyone?

Not until now.

Objection. We've already
established that Mr. Pilgrim

did not come forward
immediately...

that there was
enormous peer pressure

-to remain silent.
-Sustained.

Move along, Mr. Watt.

You know my client
pretty well, don't you?

You played ball on the same team
for a couple of seasons.

Would you describe him
as a handsome man?

I don't know.

I guess.

Does he strike you
as the type of man

who would have to drug women
to have sex with them?

Objection. Council is calling
for an opinion from the witness

that is completely irrelevant

and immaterial
and inappropriate.

And for which the witness
has no expertise.

JUDGE: Mr. Watt, if you don't
have any substantive questions

for this witness, I'm going
to ask him to sit down.

So what will it be, Mr. Watt?

Because right now you are trying
this court's patience.

Have you any more substantive
questions for this witness?

Begging the court's indulgence.

I'd like a minute
to confer with my colleagues.

( indistinct whispering )

If it please the court,

the defense would like
to present

a few more questions
to Mr. Pilgrim.

All right, Mr. Watt,
but mind your manners.

Absolutely, Your Honor.

Mr. Pilgrim...

do you hate my client?

God, no.

Come on...

maybe just...
just a little bit?

Objection. Leading the witness.

Mr. Watt...

I'll hurry it along,
Your Honor.

Ever been to a Klan meeting,

Mr. Pilgrim?

I'm sorry, was that
a "yes" or a "no"?

You can't use that against me.

Isn't it true that
your Uncle Marshall,

your father's brother,
sits on the council...

Objection.
Of what relevance are the

associations
of the witness's uncle...?

Overruled.

The witness will
answer the question.

Which one?

Have you ever been
to a Klan meeting, Mr. Pilgrim?

Not because I wanted to go, no.

Was that a "yes" or a "no"?

I've been
to a Klan meeting, yes.

My... my uncle took me,

I was a kid.
I was, like, six.

It was some kind of
picnic or something.

But it wasn't like something
I wanted to do.

Let the record show

that the witness answered
in the affirmative.

This witness is excused.

( keyless entry beeps )

( horn honks )

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

We're giving it our best shot.

Tomorrow at noon,
I guess you'll tell us.

( chuckles )

Right, that's easy
for you to say.

You think I don't know that what
I asked you to do is impossible?

No, I know you know.

You're the best engineer
in this building.

Best engineer I've ever met.

We just, we want to...
we want to get this for you.

We want to, uh...

well, we don't want
to let you down.

I appreciate all the hard work.

Yeah, I appreciate the job.

Oh, hey, you know what
I've been meaning to ask you?

Um, this algorithmic

microprocessor, what exactly
is it being integrated into?

I mean, I understand

it's a small part
of a larger project,

but what exactly
is the initial application?

It's a government project, Joe.

No, I know.

I heard you say that yesterday.

But I mean specifically.

Specifically?

Specifically for the first
18 months of its life

my guess is that it will live
on the nose of a missile

for our own use
or for sale to our allies

and help guide it
to its target

so that innocent people
won't get hurt.

Shortly thereafter

it will probably appear
on home computers to facilitate

personal video conferencing.

A few years after that,
my hunch is

some clever fellow
will use the technology

in a child's game of some kind.

Hopefully, it'll be a big hit
at Christmas.

Pay us a lot of royalties.

That would be my hunch.

Night, Joe.

( engine starts )

ARIEL:
And then Mr. Newberry

told Hannah that she
should spend less time

downloading music and
more time studying...

Mom, I was still eating that.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Are you even listening to me?

Honestly,
I'm a little distracted.

I noticed.

There's something
I need to do tonight

and I need Daddy
to watch you girls.

What is it?

Oh, it's this lecture.

This woman that I noticed
in court, she wrote a book.

And she's going to speak tonight
downtown.

Sounds boring.

Thank you.

Hey...!
Where's my picture?

The picture I drew
of Daddy's bomb.

I was going to bring it in
to school for show-and-tell.

Daddy doesn't have

-a bomb, doofus.
-ALLISON: Hey.

-Not yet.
-Mom, tell her, please.

-( door closes )
-You know... Look, Daddy's home.

-Daddy!
-Shh-shh-shh-shh!

-You're going to wake
your sister. -Daddy!

Sorry I'm late.

Hi.

I stopped and had
a talk with my boss, and...

Uh, Marie's asleep.

I need a favor. Will it hold?

Uh, yeah, it'll hold.

Okay.

Mwah.

-Bye, guys.
-Bye, Mom.

OLGA Z:
"When little Autumn Mowry

"was 13, she broke her neck
diving into a pool.

"At her funeral, her mother and
her younger sister cried so hard

"they had to be hospitalized.

"That... was in 1987.

"When Autumn appeared to me
in the year 2000,

"she was practically screaming.

"Her younger sister had been
missing for three days.

"The police suspected that
Autumn's sister

"had been abducted by a janitor
at her school--

"a man they realized
was a registered sex offender

"who had lied
about his identity.

But Autumn told me
differently..."

What a load of crap.

"Her spirit led me
to an intersection

on the outskirts
of Albuquerque..."

You had a sudden
bout of diarrhea,

you lying whore.

If you hadn't been
looking for a bathroom,

you'd have never been caught
dead in that part of town.

Hey. Excuse me,
could you keep it down

-over there?
-Shh! Shh!

"And that's when I saw them...

"standing in the gas station
convenience store.

"He was holding her hand.
She looked terrified.

I was buying her something
for dinner, you lying whore.

And she was smiling, by the way.

Right up until the point
where that police car

came roaring up
that you called

and shot me three times
in the head.

"How do I explain these

extraordinary encounters
with the dead?"

It's called a coincidence.

and you've been dining off it
for years, you fake.

Can't wait 'til
she gets down here

to the hot zone where I live.

Man, are there a lot of
pissed-off souls down here

that want a piece of her.

"It is truly a gift."

Hey, where are you
going with that?

That's my work.

This is not your work.

You've never spent
one single moment of your life

contemplating
how to hurt someone else.

You knew the whole time.

Didn't you, you witch?

I remember being seven,
I remember drawing pictures...

seeing them come true...

not understanding.

I'm not going to quit, Allison.

I can't quit.

I got you, I got the kids.

I got a mortgage
and a stack of bills

I can't pay already.

I can't quit.

Maybe your company
won't get the contract.

Maybe it'll all be moot.

No, we're going to get it.

I can feel it in my bones.

We're going to get it.

How was the lecture?

She was okay.

Very interesting crowd.

( groans )

( clock ticking )

( ticking faster )

Excuse me, can I help you?

What are you up to?

What are you doing?

You're killing everyone here,
you know that?

Why would you do that?

( gasps )

Does it matter at all
that the young man's guilty,

that he killed this girl?

It matters.

But it's not the subject

of this particular conversation.

Look...

I get in your face a lot
and so does the Mayor.

But we both like you.

And we both want you
to stick around.

He wants you on the ticket.

But you can't be there

if this guy's going to make
an ass out of you

in that courtroom every day.

I know. Same blouse.

Didn't get home last night.

Campaign season.

( knocking on door )

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Ten after 1:00.
You might have to walk with me.

I spent some time last night
with Olga Z.,

Watts' psychic.
The woman is a fraud.

I don't know, Allison.

Two days ago,
I might have agreed with you.

But she's kicking the stuffing
out of me in that court.

No, I don't think so, not her.

Someone's giving Watt
information we don't have,

but I don't think it's her.

Well, then who?

I've been having
this nutty dream lately

which is the reason
I pulled the fire alarm

the other day.
It's a massacre,

here in the office.

This shooter comes in,
wipes everybody out.

I was certain it was going
to happen for real,

but last night I realized,

it was a metaphor.

I'm sorry,
I'm not following any of this.

This new assistant district
attorney, Elliot?

He's holding the gun.

Are you saying he's the one
that's feeding

Watt information?

But he's only privy
to what we're privy to--

the information
in the depositions.

In fact, he didn't even depose
some of these witnesses.

I can't explain it yet.

I don't know how it works,
but...

Okay.

Here's the walk with me part.

Allison, I have to be
honest with you,

what you're saying doesn't...
make a whole lot of sense.

And unless you can
fill in the blanks

and do it quickly,
I have no choice

but to head over
to Watt's office

-and try to cut a deal.
-What?

I'm on my way there now.
I'm boxed in.

Unless I can assure
the Mayor that

Larry Watt's not gonna catch me

with my pants down again
in court,

I really have no option.
You all right?

What are you
staring at, Allison?

My metaphor, I hope.

Larry Watt's waiting for me.

-No, don't go yet.
-I have to go.

This woman matters.

This woman is important.

DEVALOS:
Come in.

Elliot.

Mr. District Attorney.

I've asked you to come in,
Elliot, because even though

you've worked here
only a short time,

I've come to feel
a certain connection with you,

and I wanted to share something.

Something that very few people

other than Mrs. Dubois
here know about me.

Well, thank you, uh, I guess.

I'm a psychic, Elliot.

( chuckles )

Excuse me?

I'm a psychic.

I can pluck things
from people's minds.

For instance, even though
you've never introduced us,

I know that your
fiancée works

in Student Services
over at Mesa University

as a psychiatrist,
I believe.

How am I doing?

May I sit down?

No.

And I bet if I subpoenaed
her records,

I'd find that she met
with young Amanda Staley,

helped her cope
with her heartache

after she realized that she fell
in love with her roommate.

If could just sit...

I need you to stay
right where you are.

I'm also sensing that she met
with Randy Pilgrim.

Helped him deal with the guilt
of growing up in a family

filled with racists and worse.

Am I warm?

I'm feeling a little faint,
actually...

Stay where you are.

So Attorney Watt
would come into the courtroom

armed with all this
information ahead of time.

He'd put on a little act,

pretend that the
District Attorney

was beating the pants off him,

and then just
in the nick of time,

he'd get some new and explosive
information from his psychic,

all to convince us
that he was unbeatable.

All to convince us
that we'd better make a deal.

How much you make a year
working for the city, Elliot?

And what was Watt promising?
About three times that?

There are two
options here, Elliot,

and I want you to pick one.

I fire you right here and now,
report you to the Arizona Bar.

They strip you of your license

and you never work as a lawyer
again ever, anywhere.

Or option two:

you help me even
the score a bit,

I still fire you,

write a horrible letter
of recommendation for your file,

but with hard work
in four or five years,

you might get with a decent firm

and be able to actually earn
a living.

Don't tell me.

Don't tell me 'cause
I'm guessing

that you pick option number two.

Mr. James,
in your deposition,

you described yourself
as the team manager.

And isn't it true
that part of your responsibility

was to pick up Damon Hodges

at 6:30 every morning,
make sure he was

there for practice?

Yes, sir.

And isn't it fair

to say that you enjoyed
that part of your job,

that you admired Mr. Hodges,
found him glamorous,

enjoyed being in his company?

Yes, sir, I did.

Now, in your deposition,

you stated that you picked up
Damon Hodges for practice

on the morning in question
at 6:30.

And he confessed that he had

a young woman
over the night before

who apparently had left
in the middle of the night.

You then go on
to describe how Damon said

he just needed
to brush his teeth

and headed into the bathroom,

that you then heard Damon
hollering,

screaming for you to call 911.

Isn't it true

that when you were deposed
by my office,

we showed you
these phone records

indicating you received
a phone call

at 4:30 in the morning?

A phone call that was made
from a pay phone

not three blocks
from Damon Hodges' townhouse?

A phone call that you
repeatedly insisted

was simply a wrong number

and that woke you
from a sound sleep?

That's what I said.

Is that the truth?

No, it is not.

-Objection.
-Overruled.

You'll have your opportunity
to cross.

Proceed.

The truth is it was Damon Hodges

who called you at 4:30
that morning, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

And you went to his apartment
at 4:45,

-not at 6:30.
-Yes.

Objection, Your Honor.
Counsel's leading the witness.

Overruled, Mr. Watt.

Now what really happened
when you arrived there?

I saw Amy Bannister.

Damon told me that he brought
her home to party,

but she wasn't into it.

She wanted to leave.

They had a fight,
and he pushed her down,

she hit her head
on the shower door.

He said it happened really fast.

He was scared and he wanted me
to help him cover it up.

( people murmuring )

We poured vodka down her throat

and then waited until 6:30
to call 911.

And what did you do until 6:30?

We played cards.
Damon wanted to play cards.

( people murmuring )

No further questions.

JUDGE:
Mr. Watt, your witness.

It's pretty interesting,
Mr. James.

You tell one story
for months and months,

you tell it to the police,
you tell it in depositions,

and then you get here in court
and you change it.

Why would you do
a thing like that?

I felt bad. I couldn't sleep.

You couldn't sleep
because you felt badly

about lying before,
or you couldn't sleep

because you felt badly
about having to lie today?

Objection, Your Honor.

Sustained. Mr. Watt,
if you're going

to attack this witness's
testimony,

I need you to do it
based on matters of record,

not by restating the obvious.

I apologize, Your Honor.

Mr. Watt,
are you going to proceed

or shall we dismiss
the witness?

Mr. Watt, I need to know
if you've concluded your cross.

( people murmuring )

Mr. Watt?

Your Honor, actually, I have
several more questions

for this witness.

We are all ears, Mr. Watt.

Thank you, Your Honor.

So you couldn't sleep

and that's why you changed
your story today?

Yes, sir. I couldn't sleep.
I couldn't study.

I couldn't do much
of anything.

And you're sure this doesn't
have anything to do

with you father, Mr. James?

How do you mean?

Well, isn't it true
that your father is staring

at multiple felony charges
filed by this district attorney?

Objection: irrelevant.

Whoever this young man's
father is...

Overruled.

For theft, for forgery,

for credit card fraud,

for the sale of narcotics
to a minor?

Objection.

Overruled, Counsel.

Get to the question, Counsel.

And isn't it true
that the sudden change

in your story today
has more to do

with the District Attorney
promising

to go easy on good ol' dad?

I must object!

Overruled.

Remember, Mr. James,

you are under oath.

You are in a court of law

and I am asking you
a direct question.

Isn't it true that the reason
for changing your story today

has nothing to do with my client

nothing to do with the truth,
nothing to do with justice,

but has everything to do
with your degenerate father

and some understanding
between you

and the District Attorney here?

That is not true, sir.

Oh, really?

Are you denying that
as we speak,

your father sits in a cell
in Prescott,

awaiting extradition to Phoenix?

Sir, my father's an appellate
court judge

in the Sixth District
of the state of Missouri.

Although, currently
he's on temporary leave

to work on a U.N. commission
investigating aid to Africa.

In fact, the two of you
went to the same law school.

He was a year behind you--
Bennett James?

He said to say hello.

( people murmuring )

Oh.

( people laughing )

( gavel pounding )

JUDGE: Mr. Watt,
is there any follow-up?

Was there any basis
to this line of questioning?

You just attacked
this witness ruthlessly,

and I-- and I'm sure I'm
speaking for these 12 jurors--

as well, would like
to know why.

Begging Your,
Your Honor's pardon.

Before proceeding, defense would
like to take a moment

to confer with the prosecution.

This is highly irregular.

Keep it brief.

Hey, Manny, I got to believe

there's some kind of
a deal to be made here.

You know, one that's
good for everyone.

What do you say?

Me? I say manslaughter,
minimum of 15 years.

( sighs )

Don't look so shocked.

You, of all people,
had to see this coming.