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( applause, cheering )

Thank you.

Good afternoon.

You know, I've got some
important news for you.

No one is born rich.
No one.

Everyone is born naked
and penniless.

So how do you get rich?

How do you stay rich?

How do you get even richer?

That's why we're here.

That's what we want to know,
right?

Me? My theory?

It all boils down to six words:

What are you willing to do?

( audience murmuring )

Can you stand up for me, please?

How much do you
make a year, ma'am?

I'd rather not say.

I'll give you $100 to say.

Two hundred.

Uh, I make about $37,500 a year.

$37,700 now.

Liking this, right?

( laughing ):
Money's good.

Money is good.

Are you wearing
clean underwear?

Pardon me?

Are you wearing
clean underwear?

It's just a question.

And I will give you
$100 to tell me.

Sure.
I'm wearing clean underwear.

Take off all of
your clothes,

right here, right now,
in front of everybody,

and I will double
your annual income.

Bring you up to
a cool $75,000.

What do you say?

No, no,
I can't do that.

No, no, no, no.
Is that your husband?

Yes.

Couldn't he use
the money, too?

It doesn't matter, I...

I'm not gonna do it.

Besides, he doesn't want me
to do it, either.

-Me! I'll do it!
-Pick me!

I didn't ask you!

It's easy for you.

I'm asking her.

You know, it's 3:15
in the afternoon.

By 3:16, you could have
doubled your annual income.

You could have twice as much
money as you have right now.

You could pay off your bills.

You could buy yourself
something nice.

All you have to do is...

But I can't. Um...

Thank you, anyway.

Okay, I will triple
your annual salary.

Bring you up to $112,500.

That's six figures.
That's really nice.

Just take off your clothes.

But I can't.

Why don't you ask one of them?

'Cause I'm asking you.

Okay, I'll triple
your annual salary,

not just this year,
but for the rest of your life.

( audience gasping )

Let's say you live
over 30 years.

That's over two million dollars.

You'd be rich.
You'd be a millionaire.

What do you say?

I can't.

You can't or you won't?

I won't do it.

Is that your final answer?

Yes, yes,
that's my final answer.

Remember these
six words, folks:

What are you willing to do?

What about you, sir?

Excuse me?

Well, sure, I'd take off

my clothes for a couple million.

No, the question is:
Will you take hers off?

If she lives 30 years,
that's over $2,250,000.

You'd be a millionaire.
You'd be rich.

What are you willing to do?

What are you willing to do?

I want to go.

-I want to leave!
-Shut up!

What are you willing to do?

Get off of me!

A hundred dollars for
anybody to help me!

Get off of me!

( woman screaming )

( gasps )

( relieved sigh )

JOE:
Hey...

What do you think about this?

Nice.

I don't want nice.
It's jury duty.

I want something that says
"You can't trust this man."

What do you think?

Bowling or pineapples?

I have no idea.

Come on!
This is your area.

Help me out here, give me
a little guidance-- pick one.

I'll give you a hundred bucks.

Go naked.

The kids are up.
I heard noises.

Decided to go with clothes
after all, huh?

Don't say I didn't warn you.

-Help me!
-What is going on?

She's gonna murder me!

There you are!

No screaming.
It's 6:30 in the morning.

You're gonna wake the baby.

That's my shirt, that's my
sweater, that's my hair band.

I put them out last night

and she woke up first
and she took them.

Tell her she has
to take them off!

Bridgette...

Take... them... off!

But she took out
15 different things!

Three. I was choosing.

And I choose that!

ALLISON:
Okay, no snatching.

Hey, hey, hey.
Hold on a second.

Everybody back up.

Bridgette, you're wearing
your sister's clothes.

Did you ask before
you put them on?

-Huh?
-No, she didn't.

Why are you smiling?
Did you ask?

Okay, Ariel-- do you think,

if she asks nicely,
could you possibly wear

one of the other two outfits
that were contenders for today?

I don't know.

Why should I?

Please?

I guess.

Okay.
Thank you, Ariel.

ARIEL:
Whatever.

It doesn't look good
on you, anyway.

See?
Another crisis averted.

Joe Dubois--

our juries need citizens
like you.

Don't even say that.
Someone might hear.

Take that back.

I will not.

I am proud that you're
summoned for jury duty.

What's jury duty?

It's a gigantic waste of
Daddy's time, that's what it is.

It's one of the things that
makes our justice system great.

When people get in trouble,

they get to be judged
by people just like them.

It's called a jury.

And it's every citizen's
obligation to be on one.

And it's an honor to be asked.

Mommy's right.
It is an honor.

It's just a really
inconvenient honor

because Daddy has, like,
three million things

that he has to do at work,

and I really can't
afford the day.

You'll be lucky
if it's a day.

It'll be a lot longer,
if you get picked.

Don't worry, I'm not
going to get picked.

You got a lot of faith
in that shirt.

It's not the shirt I'm
counting on, darling; it's you.

Me? What about me?

You. You work for the DA.

Think about it.

What defense attorney
is going to want

the spouse of somebody
who works for the DA

sitting up there judging
his or her client?

You, darling,

are my "Get Out
of Jail Free" card.

Mr. District Attorney...

do you have a moment?

Take your time, counselor.

We're both going
to the same place.

They can't start without us.

Well, how about we
don't start at all.

I've made six plea offers.
You haven't even responded.

Make me a serious proposal,
I'll be happy to respond.

Okay. Class-B
Criminal Negligence

with a fine and
community service.

A fine and community service?

Your client killed his wife.

No, he did not.

Come on, the facts are
not in dispute here.

They were on the boat,

they were both drinking,
he went to sleep

and she fell overboard
in the middle of the night.

It's a horrible,
terrible accident

but it is not
a violation of the law.

Well actually, counselor,
the facts are in dispute here.

I'm not sure I believe
your client's story.

Excuse me?!

But let's put that aside
for the time being.

Let's say we accept
his version of things.

He still committed a crime.

It's called
criminally negligent homicide.

He left his severely
intoxicated wife

on the deck of a boat at sea.

There was substantial and
reasonable risk she would die.

Yeah, I know the statute.

Oh, I'm sure you do.

And I know that you know

that any kind of homicide
requires proof

that the victim
be actually dead.

Like a body.
Which you do not have.

You've had divers at the bottom
of that lake for nine weeks.

You have come up
with nothing.

So let's talk plea.

Let's not.

JUDGE: Moving along to
number 19, Mr. Joseph Dubois.

Joseph Dubois?

Yes... Sorry.
Yes. Present.

Now, before the attorneys begin,

I'd like to ask you
about one thing.

I noticed on your
jury questionnaire,

you noted that your wife

works for the district attorney.

Is that correct?

Yes, that is correct.

Mr. Dubois, as a juror,

you have an obligation
not to discuss this case

or your opinions with anyone,
including your wife.

Will that be a problem?

I don't think so, no.

JUDGE:
All right. Mr. Devalos?

Has Mrs. Dubois done any
work on this case at all?

Has she met with Stephen Garner
or any of the other witnesses?

No, Your Honor, she has not.

JUDGE:
All right.

Mr. Devalos, you may begin.

We have no questions
for Mr. Dubois.

Thank you.

JUDGE:
Ms. Romney, I'm certain you do

have some questions
for Mr. Dubois.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Just a few.

Mr. Dubois...

you say in your questionnaire

that you work
in the aerospace industry.

What do you do exactly?

I'm a systems design
mathematician.

And do you make a good living
doing that?

I do all right.

Do you work with people

who do much better than you do?

Sure.

A lot of our suppliers
are start-ups, so...

if you patent the right concept,

you can start your own company.

There's a lot of money
in aerospace.

ROMNEY:
Interesting.

And how do you feel
about those people,

the ones who managed
to strike it rich in your field?

I guess I hope
to be one... someday.

Here's hoping.

Do you drink, Mr. Dubois?

Mm, sometimes. In moderation.

Did you ever drink
a little too much?

Sure...
well, not for awhile.

When I was younger.
In college.

And, during one
of those times,

when you were under
the influence of alcohol,

did you ever
make a decision you regretted?

Or do something
or say something that was...

I don't know... ill-advised?

Sure. Absolutely.

I mean,
isn't that what college is for?

Thank you, Mr. Dubois.

-Okay. You're welcome.
-No more questions.

JUDGE:
All right, approach.

Mr. Dubois is certainly

an acceptable juror
to the prosecution.

What a surprise. Ms. Romney?

Mr. Dubois is equally
acceptable to the defense.

JUDGE:
Terrific.

Your Honor, I'm concerned that

either defense is setting
up grounds for an appeal

based on incompetent counsel

or she needs another
cup of espresso.

No, Your Honor.

Actually, Mr. Dubois is just
what I'm looking for.

He seems like an intelligent
man, a logical man,

with no apparent prejudices
or predispositions

against people who have
more money than he does.

He claims to have
and understanding

of how alcohol
can impair your judgment,

and, most of all,
he seems like a fair man.

And at the end of the day,
what more can I ask for?

Thank you.

Mr. Dubois...

Yes.

Uh, sorry, your Honor,
I was just hoping

that I could get my, um,
my slip from the clerk.

Well, no, Mr. Dubois,
you're not dismissed.

You're serving on this jury.

Congratulations.

They finally asleep?
That took awhile.

I'm going to do lunches
in the morning.

I'm too tired.

Okay.

You almost ready for bed?

Yeah.
I just got to finish this.

Until this trial's over,

it's like I got two jobs.

Hey, who's that?

TV REPORTER: ...in the death of
his wife, Jessica Garner.

Hey, that's the guy who was in
my dream last night.

...of criminally
negligenthomicide

in a trial that begins today...

Uh-oh, uh-oh.

Where are you going?

I can't watch that news report.

That's my case.
I can't watch that.

That's the case I was picked
to be a juror on.

TV REPORTER:
Turning to weather....

REPORTER 2: The forecast,
mostly sunny skies today,

with brisky, chilly winds...

Is it over?

The scary part's over.

So that's your case, huh?

I don't even think I'm allowed
to answer that.

Oh, come on. I don't know
anything about it, honest.

Ally, you just told me

you had a dream about the guy.

Yeah, it wasn't that
kind of dream.

It was a crazy dream.
A nonsense dream.

Al, I don't want to talk
about it, okay?

Wow. Look who got religion.

This morning you would
have done anything

to get out of jury duty.

Now suddenly, you're
the jury duty poster boy.

Cute.

You're not too bad yourself.

( birds chirping )

( bird squawking )

( soft click )

( gunshot )

( groaning )

( gasps )

Okay.

Okay, guys,
jackets and backpacks.

Have a great day, guys.

Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad.

Bye, baby.

Can we drive all
together everyday?

If gas doesn't get any
cheaper, we might have to.

It's kind of special today,
sweetie.

Mommy and Daddy are working
at the same place.

-Bridgette, come on.
-Bye, pumpkin.

Bye, darlin'.

Bye. I'm coming, I'm coming.

Allison...

What are you doing?

Oh, just catching up on
the Stephen Garner case.

Okay... I just need you to stop
reading what you're reading,

get up and walk out
of this room.

Excuse me?

Your husband is on the jury,
Allison.

No, I know, I wasn't going to
discuss any of this.

It's just...

( sighs )
I've been having dreams.

You've had dreams
about this case?

Anything definite?

Anything that we should be
investigating?

Well, maybe. I don't...

I don't know how the pieces
fit together.

Okay, forget it.

Allison, I just need you to
please get up

and walk out of this room.

But why?

Why? Because

if a judge finds out that you
are working on this case

in any capacity--
if he walked in right now

and saw you with these files,
we'd be looking at a mistrial.

And Stephen Garner would walk.

He would have murdered his wife
and walked away.

I don't understand.
He's not on trial for murder.

It was an accident,
it was negligence, wasn't it?

You know, it's funny, most of
the time I'm staring at a crime

and I'm looking for motive,
means and opportunity.

Here, I've got all three
and yet I'm forced to behave

as if there's no crime.

I'm sorry,
I'm not following you.

In my opinion,

Stephen Garner took his rich
wife out on that boat

and killed her.

Maybe he got her drunk
and pushed her.

Maybe he just smashed in her
skull and threw her overboard.

I don't have a body
so I don't know.

But whatever happened, the final
result is she's dead

and he did it on purpose.

-But why?
-Money.

Hers...
a $40 million trust fund.

But I can't prove that.

So I'm hoping to get
a conviction

on criminally negligent
homicide,

and then, maybe, I can put him
away for four years.

Four years on a garbage charge.

And that's all the justice I can
offer this poor woman.

So, please, don't make
an impossible task harder.

Just get up, walk out, and I'll
give the files back to Sondra.

STEPHEN:
We didn't even get on the water

till after 10:00.

Dropped anchor
in Jefferson Cove.

I started to cook dinner

while she got out the wine.

How much wine
did your wife drink?

I'm not sure.

We finished, maybe,
three bottles.

Three bottles of wine
for two people.

Would you say
she was intoxicated?

Yes. Uh, we both were.
But, uh...

it's not like we
had to drive anywhere.

I mean, we were in the middle
of a lake on a boat.

I really didn't think
anything could happen.

Mr. Garner,

you testified that at midnight
you went below

and left your wife alone
on deck.

Yes, sir, that's correct.
That... I was tired.

Tired...

from all the alcohol
you consumed?

Well, certainly
that was part of it.

And what was the rest of it?

I'm sorry, you said
that was part of it.

( crying )

We had an argument.

I'm sorry, could you speak
a little louder?

Did you say,
you and your wife had a fight?

No. It was an argument.

It was like a disagreement.

An argument.

You never mentioned an argument
in your pre-trial deposition.

Your Honor, I need a moment
to confer with my client.

Well, your client chose
to testify

in his own defense, Miss Romney.

He can confer after court.

So, you had an argument.
Was it heated?

Was it violent?

No, of course not.

It was just...
it was an argument.

Jess was very insecure
about the way she looked.

And sometimes when she drank
she'd accuse me

of marrying her for her money.

Really?

Any truth to that, Mr. Garner?
Did you marry her for money?

Objection. Irrelevant.

I married her because
I had no choice.

I married her

because the moment I met her
I could think of nothing else.

I married her
because the thought of spending

a single day without
her by my side...

( crying )

And I'll bet the money
didn't hurt.

Objection, Your Honor.

( gavel pounding )

Sustained.

Yeah, "but I bet the
money didn't hurt."

I don't like that guy.

-Who, the D.A.?
-Yeah.

Well, he's got to try
and make a case.

What are you talking about?
There is no case.

A guy goes to sleep, wakes
up and his wife's gone.

That's a crime?

Hell, half the world is guilty,
then, including my ex.

This is a tragedy,
maybe a mystery,

but it isn't any crime.

Daddy!

Hi.

-Hi. Whoa.
-Daddy!

I'll see you tomorrow, Joe.

I got to go buy a seat cushion.

Okay.

Mommy said
that if we all came,

then we could all go out to
dinner and I could choose where.

Yeah? Well, if that's what Mommy
said, that's what Mommy said.

Really?

Oh, God I love this.

We drive in together,
I'm done by 5:00,

we eat together.

Forget everything I said
this morning.

I may apply to become
a career juror.

Well, don't fill out that
application just yet.

You might want to give
it a week or two.

I don't know.
If today's any indication,

I don't know if this thing's
going to go a week or two.

Frankly, I don't think your boss
has very much to work with.

Okay, what's it going to be,
sweetie?

I want chicken fingers.
Pick a chicken place!

My turn to choose
and I choose Italian.

Italian? Okay. Where's Mom?

Where's Mommy going?

Hi.

( elevator bell dings )

They hate your boss.

They think he has no case.

Who, the jury?

I thought we weren't supposed
to discuss...

No, I'm not talking about
the facts of the case.

I'm just talking
about your boss.

Tell him to lighten up.

Or don't. I...

It's just so weird
not being able to talk to you

about something that consumes
so much of my day.

Well, yeah, likewise.

ALLISON:
Remember, if we see her,

-you're on your own-- I can't be
a part of this. -Understood.

Tell me again,
what'd you see exactly?

They were in bed,
they were making love.

What do you want, details?

Sure, if you're offering.

( both chuckle )

His wife's been
gone seven months.

I wouldn't be crazy to think
he's got a girlfriend.

Well, that's true, but yesterday
they went out of their way

to act like they didn't
know each other.

( sighs ):
I'll meet you here

ten minutes before
the, uh, lunch recess.

-Thank you.
-Sure.

DEVALOS:
Mr. Hammond, when...

your daughter Jessica was born,

you arranged for a trust fund
to protect her inheritance.

Can you tell me how much
that fund is worth today?

I would say approximately
$42 million.

DEVALOS:
$42 million.

And upon her death,
who would inherit that money?

Her husband.

With all due respect,
Mr. Hammond,

doesn't that...
give you pause?

Objection, Your Honor.

The district attorney
is asking for an opinion

that has no relevance
to the case

-before this court.
-Overruled.

I'll allow it.

( sighs ): H-Have you ever met
my son-in-law, sir?

He came into my office
12 years ago.

He had on a sport coat
that looked like

it probably cost... $60

and a tie that cost about ten,

and he said, "I'd like
to work for you, sir.

"I'd like to
learn from you, sir,

I'd like to learn
how to make money."

And, uh,
I asked him the question

I ask everyone who says
they want to work for me.

I asked,
"What are you willing to do?"

And he said, "I'm willing
to do anything, sir."

And he was telling the truth.

For the next year and a half,
he unstopped toilets,

he delivered mail,
he ran errands,

he brought everyone lunch.

He was the first one there
in the morning

and the last one
to leave at night.

He knew nothing about finance.

But after 18 months,
he was teaching me things.

That's who my son-in-law is.

DEVALOS:
And...

how did he come
to meet your daughter?

Well, I introduced them.

( chuckles ):
Uh...

put them together anyway.

And how did that come about?

From time to time
in my business,

there are work-
related functions.

Uh, charity events,
award dinners.

I was always encouraging
Stephen to go,

but he would always decline.

Finally, he confessed to me
that he was intimidated,

afraid of making
a fool of himself.

Picking up the wrong fork,

drinking from the wrong glass,
that sort of thing.

While a man who looks like him

certainly had no shortage
of women in his life,

he did let me know that

none of them were of
a caliber he felt comfortable

bringing to a work-
related function.

So I suggested that

-perhaps he should ask Jessica
to accompany him. -And...

obviously, that worked out.

( chuckles )

My Jessica...

...was asleep for the first
24 years of her life,

and then she met... this man,

and... and she...

( sighs )

I was...
I was hoping that she would...

have children.

I know they both

want...
desperately wanted children.

I'm sorry.
( chuckles )

I've completely
forgotten the question.

The $42 million.

Doesn't it make you wonder?

About what?

( whispers ):
That's her.

You better go now.

I knew him in college; I haven't
talked to him since then.

You went to school with him?

No. He lived in town.

He worked
at his stepfather's bar.

Anyway, he was great looking
back then, too,

and I knew my parents
wouldn't approve, so...

I had to have him.

You dated him?

( laughs ):
You could call it dating.

It was more like
sex and fighting.

So wait, I'm confused.

If you haven't talked
to him in years,

why are you coming to court
every day?

Saw it in the papers.

See something like that, and you
know the people it happened to,

it freaks you out a little.

And I guess I felt...
a little responsible.

What do you mean?

I sort of introduced them.

Wait a second, I thought
I read in the paper,

uh, that the dad
introduced them,

that they met through
work or something.

I read that, too.

The truth is,

we were all at the country club
one night, and...

This was, like, 13 years ago,
way before he ever started

working for her father.

Oh, God, Jess didn't
even notice Stephen.

I mean, why would she?
He was the bartender.

But she definitely made
an impression on him.

What do you mean?

Well, he heard she had
serious money.

So after the party, he wanted
to know everything about her.

What did she like to do,
what kind of guys did she like.

I mean, he wanted to know
everything there was

to know about Jessie Hammond.

And this was 13 years ago.

Mm-hmm. I told him
he didn't have

a chance with her--
she was a real daddy's girl.

You know, only child,
no mom, shy.

I guess he figured
the key to Jess was her dad,

'cause the next thing I knew...
he was working for him.

Well, I still don't get
it-- you knew the guy,

you had a thing with the guy,
but that was some time ago,

and yet here you are
coming to court every day.

I told you, I guess I feel
a little responsible.

Why?

I don't know, um,
Stephen was asking me

about Jessica for,
like, the hundredth time.

You know, like, did I think
she really had that much money,

that sort of thing,
like he's on a mission.

And I told him
to forget about it,

that it was never gonna happen--
I mean...

that boy likes the bedroom.

I knew he was nailing me
and, like, six other girls.

The thought of him
getting married,

the thought
of him being exclusive,

I just... I didn't think
he had it in him.

And I told him so.

And I told him that
if he married Jess...

she'd care.

And her dad would care more.

Anyway, I remember Stephen
looked at me, and he said...

hey, a person would just
have to marry her,

he wouldn't necessarily
have to stay married to her.

( car alarm chirps )

ALLISON:
Ask me what I know.

-Doesn't matter.
-You're right, it was a plan.

He's been working it
since the early '90s.

The guy is
a classic sociopath.

Allison, it doesn't matter.

Court the father,
then court her.

Marry her, then kill her
and take her money.

A girl he once knew,
an old lover,

she saw the whole thing happen.

I believe you, Allison, but,
honestly, it does not matter.

It does! The jury is with him.

They're not with you.

This is what he's great at--
winning people over.

You have to give them
some evidence.

This woman, I know,
Scanlon seems to think

most of what she has
to offer is hearsay,

but I think you take it
to the judge, you tell him

-what this woman...
-Allison.

We finished our closing
arguments over an hour ago.

The case is with
the jury; it's over.

( sighs )

Go home.

And let's both try to get
a good night's sleep.

Absolutely,
there's not a doubt in my mind.

Even if I'm off by an hour,

I will definitely be
in the office by 3:00.

No, tomorrow, I'll be done.

Okay, tomorrow.

They can't exist without me
for three days.

I guess that's the good news.

How can you be so sure he'll be
back at the office by 3:00?

Aren't deliberations
starting tomorrow?

Darling,
there's nothing to deliberate.

The only suspense is how long

it's gonna take
to count the hands.

Is that what you've been upset
about since you got home?

Al, talk to me.

( sighs )

( quietly ):
I can't.

( crying hysterically ):
No! Please, God!

No! I love you!

No! Please, don't!

Please! Oh, my God!

I love you! Please!

( gunshot )

( gasps, screams )

Hey... you okay?

( exhales ):
Yeah.

Oh, yeah, I'm okay,
I'm fine. ( sobs )

You sure?

Oh, I don't know,
I don't know.

Don't ask me;
I can't tell you.

I can't talk about it.

What do you mean?
What is there not to talk about?

Oh.

It's okay.

Really, I'm okay.
Just go back to sleep.

( dog barking outside,
birds chirping )

Hey, whatcha doing?

Waiting for you to wake up.

Come on, go back to sleep.

I need you to tell me.

Tell you what?

You're dreaming.

Every night.

If this case were as simple

as the one that's being
presented in that courtroom,

there'd be nothing
for you to dream about.

( sighs )

So?

So I want to know
what you're seeing.

I want to know what you know.

I can't tell you what I know.

I wish I could.

I wish it would make
a difference, but...

( sighs ):
it just doesn't.

I know you all

have lives
and other things to do,

so as your
newly elected foreman,

I'd like to get
the ball rolling.

I'd also like to, uh,

take a test vote
just to see where we stand.

Remember, there's
only one charge here:

guilty or not guilty

due to criminally negligent
homicide.

So can I see some hands?

Not guilty.

Uh, Mr. Dubois,
I said "not guilty."

That means, you know,
he didn't do it.

Yes, I understood the question.

Easy, everyone.

The man is entitled
to his opinion.

Yeah, well, I think the man
wasn't in the same courtroom

as everyone else.

Are you telling me
that you really think

that this guy did
something wrong?

No, I just... I...
I think we have a job to do,

and we have to do it carefully,
that's all.

Then I'd like to see your hand.

We're here to vote.
That is your job.

No, it isn't, Mack.

I'm here to examine
the evidence,

deliberate, make a decision.

My job's to do all those things.

Examine the evidence?
What evidence?

Can you show me
a scrap of evidence

that tells me that this guy
did anything-- anything--

to hurt his wife?

No, I can't. Not now.
Maybe never.

But his wife is dead, and he is
staring at a potful of money.

And I just know
that I'd feel

a lot more comfortable
telling this guy

he's free to walk if I knew that
I'd spent a little bit of time

just going over everything
that I'd heard

just in case there's something,

something
that we might've missed.

You know, I wouldn't mind
a quick review of everything

just to be sure.

A quick review
of everything, huh?

Okay, so, Stephen Garner said

that he and his wife Jessica
left their home...

9:00 p.m. to drive
up to Lake Prescott.

( elevator chimes )

( knocking at door )

No word yet.

Excuse me?

The jury-- they're
still deliberating.

Who knows?
Maybe we do have a chance.

I'm sorry.
Was there something else?

This box.

Yeah, it's the case file:

Phoenix, Arizona
vs. Stephen Garner.

Care to take a look?
Can't do any harm now.

Yeah, I-I wouldn't mind.

Go ahead. Have a party.

( slow dripping noise )

( dripping continues )

-I need to speak with you.
-Speak.

I think I know where she is--
her body, I mean.

He killed her in the woods--

a place called
the Mazatzal Mountains.

The reason you couldn't
find her in the lake

is she never got on that boat.

( sighs )

Say something.

JUDGE: In the matter of the
State vs. Stephen Garner

on the charge of
criminally negligent

homicide, how do you find?

We find the defendant...
not guilty.

( indistinct chatter )

JUDGE:
So say you all, Mr. Foreman?

MACK:
So say we all.

And if you do this
a hundred times

every night, your
hair will never tangle

and it will always shine.

A whole hundred?

ARIEL:
A whole hundred.

BRIDGETTE:
Will it shine like yours?

Uh-huh.

Cool...

( phone ringing )

JOE:
Come on, girls.

It's already ten minutes
past your bedtime.

Hello?

DEVALOS:
Want to hear something funny?

I've been doing some checking.

The Hammond family has a
hunting lodge in the mountains.

It's been in the family
for 50 years.

Guess what town it's in?

Mazatzal.

I'm going to take a drive
out there tomorrow,

take a look around.

Don't know what I'll do
if I find anything.

It's never easy to charge a man
a second time around

for something
he's already been acquitted of,

but I guess
I'll cross that bridge

when I come to it...
if I come to it.

What do you think he's
thinking right now?

( sighs ):
He's gloating.

He's thinking
about everything he did,

everything he was willing to do.

He's thinking about...

how smart he is...
how dumb we are.

And he's hoping
with all his might...

that there really is no hell.

( screaming ):
No! No! God, no!

Please, don't! No!

God, please, no!

No! Don't!

-No!
-( gunshot )

( gasps )

Did you get your warrant?

It's all public
conservation land.

The Hammonds donated it.

What's that?

SCANLON:
Deer carcasses.

They're buried
all up and down these woods.

Makes it hard going.

The dogs are getting confused.

You think he wants
his land back?

-What in the hell is
going on here? -Mr. Hammond...

What are you doing?

My son-in-law was
acquitted yesterday.

Sir, we're only attempting
to follow up on every lead...

Why do you feel the
need to continue this obsession,

this harassment?

My daughter fell
out of a boat, not...

-Please, Mr. Hammond...
-OFFICER: Detective!

Excuse me.

We got something.

HAMMOND:
What is it?

( dogs barking )

Oh, crap.

That's Jessie's ring.

Mr. Hammond, we should go inside
and let the officers work...

SCANLON: Oh, this bag's full
of body parts.

Mr. Hammond...

( coughing )

One, two, three, four,
I declare a thumb war.

I win! I'm the
champion of the world!

Ha, ha, you lose.

I'm the co-champion
of the world!

All right, world champions!

Daddy, are we all driving
all together tomorrow?

No, not tomorrow, sweetie.
Jury duty's over.

So did you send
somebody to jail,

or did they not do it?

( phone rings )

I'll get that.

Uh, well, he did do it...
but no, he's not going to jail.

Not yet.

But that doesn't make sense.

It's complicated, sweetie.
It's too complicated for 9:00.

Now, everybody sleep.

-Night, Daddy.
-Night, Daddy.

( sighs )

What? What's going on?

I guess a couple hours ago,

the father, Mr. Hammond,
went into Devalos' office

and... turned himself in.

What? What are
you talking about?

Turned himself in for what?

Apparently, he drove
his son-in-law Stephen

up to the woods.

He gave him
a three-minute head start,

then hunted him down...
and shot him.

He shot him 23 times.

BRIDGETTE:
But I'm the champion!

I beat Daddy!

ARIEL:
We're co-champions, stupid.

That means we're both champions.

I'll get it.

-No, no...
-BRIDGETTE: Nuh-uh.

-ARIEL: Uh-huh.
-Nuh-uh.

Hey, girls!

Come on, it's time for bed.

BRIDGETTE:
I beat Daddy...