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( Dixie Chicks' "Lullaby"
playing )

* They didn't have you
where I come from *

* Never knew the best
was yet to come... *

PRESIDENT REAGAN:
...for a job well done.

( gentle acoustic melody
continues )

-Grandma...
-Who's that?

Hi, Grandma.

It's me, Grandma.
It's Allison.

Allison?!

( laughing ):
Allison...

Oh, my gosh!

Look at you!
You're all grown up.

So amazing to see you,
Grandma.

So pretty, hmm?

Always so pretty.

Everything is just the way
I remember it.

Of course it is.
Why wouldn't it be?

( gentle laugh )

Everything is as it is,

everything is as it must be,
at this moment.

Mm, you know, you look good.

You look happy.

I am happy.

I have a wonderful family.

A wonderful life.

Three girls...

BOTH:
Ariel, Bridgette and Marie.

( both laughing )

Grandma Benoit,
you old witch, you.

Oh, don't "old witch" me.

You've got some Benoit, too.

I know that.

Oh, how's John?

John?

John Dunham, your husband.

The love of your life.

( thunder rumbling )

Oh, shh, it's coming up a storm.

Grandma...

The two of you should've been
back hours ago.

I'm sorry. Who?

You, that's who.

You and that Dunham boy.

( thunder crashes )

Wait a second...

( rain pouring,
thunder rumbling )

This is all really familiar.

The thunder, the storm...

I remember today.

We rode our bikes
to the swimming quarry.

We got soaked on our way back
and then...

And then what?

I haven't the foggiest notion
what you're saying, dear.

( quiet laugh )

You remember, Grandma:

My... my arm.

We were coming up
the front walk,

we saw the smoke coming out of
the kitchen window...

Oh, my gosh, I have
a pie in the oven.

It was today.
It was minutes from right now.

You were fast asleep,
I ran in to pull out the pie,

I burned myself
on the oven rack.

( gasps )

Well, we can't have that.

I can't have my granddaughter

spend the next 70 years scarred.

No, no, no!

Now, we're going to have
to leave right now,

so I can wake up and get
that pie out of the oven.

I'm not really here, Grandma.

You're not really here.
This is a dream.

You're talking nonsense, dear.

Now, don't you worry,
I can take care of everything.

But, right now, you have to go.

( thunder crashes )

It was so vivid, Joe.

Like I was really there.

Have you ever had
a dream like that?

I dreamt I went to Hawaii once,

and when I woke up,
I could've sworn that I had

a better tan than when
I went to sleep.

Maybe I should've
married Johnny Dunham.

Lucky for you, that was the last
summer I spent at Grandma's.

Had I gone back the next year...

Hmm... Who knows?

Things might've been
very different.

Aren't you even
the least bit jealous?

About this Johnny Dunham
character?

Absolutely.

It's all I can do
to eat this bagel.

ARIEL:
Mom?

Who's driving us?

Because I told Hannah I'd meet
her early,

so we can go over
our history presentation.

And you're telling us this now?

I forgot.

I'm sorry, but this thing counts
for, like, a third of my grade.

Well, get your sisters ready,

I'll drop you off
on the way to work.

Well... I never thought
I'd say this, but part of me

is looking forward to her
getting her driver's license.

( faucet running )

God, the sound of that rain...

It rained so hard
that afternoon,

all the roads flooded.

Took us a half an hour
to get to the hospital.

The hospital?

It was the day
I burned myself.

You know, on my arm--
that big, dark patch.

Huh?

You know, right there--

you can still see
where the metal touched.

I don't see anything.

I've honestly never
noticed it.

Where did it go?

That's so weird.

Kind of like Johnny Dunham.

Must've just faded away.

Keep your eye on
Juror Number Three.

During deliberations,
the others are going

to listen very closely
to what she has to say.

Number Three?

If I remember correctly,

she was one of
Larry Watt's choices.

He believes she's gonna
vote to acquit.

Her father did some jail
time when she was young,

for, of course, a crime
he didn't commit.

Of course.

Now, Watt thinks he has
her in his pocket,

but the truth is,
she's up for grabs.

So, you get to her, the
jury's gonna vote your way.

( light chuckle )

Doesn't seem fair, does it?

What's that?

Having you on my team.

Sometimes I think it isn't
fair to the other side.

( cell phone ringing )

Well, that's my daughter.

Hey, baby.

Ariel, slow down.
I can't understand you.

You left what in the car?

Now? Well, I'm with my boss.

He's about to go into court.

I know it's a third
of your grade,

but I'm not the one who
left it in the car.

( whispers ):
Go...

I'm appreciate the
moral support, but I'm fine.

Ariel, I'll be there
in a half an hour.

Love you.

And I bet you were
looking forward

to my opening statement,
weren't you?

Actually, I was.

( wry chuckle )

Imelda Vizcaina grew up
in a remote town

in the mountains of
El Salvador...

a town so small it had
no electricity.

There was nothing small,
however,

about this young woman's
hopes and dreams

for a better life.

And it was those very hopes
and dreams

that the defendant,
Sean Redburn,

so cruelly exploited when
he lured her to this country

with the promise of a job--
of a better life.

( sighs )

What she found when she got here
was something quite different.

What she found was a man who was
sexually obsessed with her,

a man bent on controlling
her every move...

a man willing to use threats
of deportation,

threats of violence,

and even the threat of death...

to keep her under
his thrall.

Over the next few days,

we will present overwhelming
evidence

that Mr. Redburn murdered
Ms. Vizcaina in a fit of anger,

using a knife taken
from her own kitchen.

We will present evidence
of motive,

evidence of means,
and evidence of opportunity.

What we will not present,
what we cannot present,

is Ms. Vizcaina's body.

The defense will undoubtedly
make much of this fact.

No body, no crime.

You're going to hear that
over and over again,

but it's simply not true.

The absence of a corpse does not
mean there was no murder,

it simply means that the
murderer did his job well,

and his lawyer would have you
reward him for that

with an acquittal.

I would ask you to look at it
as evidence

of the cold and calculated
nature of his crime.

You can right this wrong.

You can give her justice.

Thank you.

Mr. Watt, do you have
any opening remarks?

I do, Your Honor.

Ladies and gentlemen.

To be honest, I'm mystified why
District Attorney Devalos

has even brought this case
to trial.

Now, why do I say that?

Let's start with the fact that
the investigation

into the murder of
Imelda Vizcaina

has never resulted in
the discovery of a body.

Let me say that again.

There is no body.

And why?

Because there was no crime.

Frankly, the only crime

is to my client's reputation.

And the perpetrator
is the D.A. himself.

As to what his motive might be,
I can only speculate...

All right, Mr. Watt.

Mr. Devalos is not
on trial here.

I apologize, Your Honor.

It's just that
it makes me angry.

Makes me angry that the state
would spend the taxpayers' money

prosecuting a crime that I don't
believe was ever committed.

Why leap to the conclusion that
someone is dead

if you haven't ruled out
the possibility

that they just went somewhere
without telling anyone.

Did anyone check?

Did anyone try to find out where
Ms. Vizcaina might've gone?

For all we know, she decided to
leave this country

and go back home to the remote
mountain town

that the district attorney
so poetically described.

Now, it wouldn't be easy to
track her down there, but,

if someone tried,

who knows what
they might discover.

I should know

because that's exactly
what I did.

I tried.

And you'll never guess
what I found.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

may I present to you
Imelda Vizcaina.

( gallery murmuring )

( elevator bell dings )

Alive? That's impossible.

Apparently not.

But what about the
missing kitchen knife?

What about the blood?
What about...

She's alive, Allison.

I saw her with my own eyes.
She's alive.

She can't be.

But she is.

We prosecuted an innocent man.

The evidence didn't mean
what we thought it meant.

We got it wrong. All of it.

I'm so sorry, sir.

I based this case on what
you told me, Allison.

You told me Imelda
Vizcaina was dead.

You told me she was
sending you dreams.

I thought she was.

We have another problem.

After the judge
dismissed the case,

Attorney Watt
held a press conference.

He insinuated that the reason

I went ahead with this
prosecution,

the reason I insisted
on bringing it to trial,

is because I have
a psychic in my employ.

A woman who talks
to the dead.

A woman who sees things
in her dreams.

Oh, no.

People are starting to ask
questions, Allison.

( knock at door )

Oh, she's still here.

Give us another minute, please.

All right, but we do need
to get ahead of this thing.

The Deputy Mayor is here because
she's hearing what I'm hearing.

We're about to be hit by a dozen
or so Motions to Dismiss.

I'm not sure
I'm following you.

Every defense lawyer in town
is trying to find out

if "my psychic" had anything to
do with convicting their client.

Every case I've prosecuted
for the past two years

is going to be re-opened
and re-examined.

And there's
a very real possibility

when it's all over,
some very bad guys

are going to be handed
get-out-of-jail-free cards.

Mr. District Attorney...

Allison, I'm fairly certain

that the mayor is going
to ask for my resignation.

The one thing he's already
made abundantly clear

is our professional association,
yours and mine, needs to end.

Today. Here. Now.

( acoustic guitar plays melody )

( sobbing )

JOE:
Al...

What did you do?

What is going on?

( phone ringing )

That phone has been
ringing off the hook

for the past 45 minutes.

Don't answer that.

Reporters calling
and lawyers calling.

I keep seeing strange
cars driving by.

Mom, Hannah just
e-mailed me there are people

are making fun of you on TV.

BRIDGETTE:
Mom. Dad.

I just looked out the window and
saw some people out on the lawn.

( doorbell chimes )

Should I answer
the door, Daddy?

Al... No.

-Come here.
-( doorbell chimes )

( sobbing )

( sobbing continues )

Al, hey.

Whatever it is,
we'll figure it out.

( phone ringing )

MAN:
Is the Gypsy there?

The fortune teller?

I always believed
that I heard the voices,

I dreamed the dreams,
for a reason.

I didn't even want it.

I wanted to be a lawyer.

I know, but it's not
like you had a choice.

But I did.

Couple of drinks...
no more voices.

No more dead people.

No more dreams.

Stupid...

I could have drank my way
into a really great life.

And I should have.

( sobbing )

Well, I'm gonna take
care of the kids,

so I'm gonna call the police,

and if you want me
to bring you

a bottle of gin with
a nipple on it,

you just holler.

( sobbing )

( acoustic guitar plays )

* As you wander
through this troubled world *

* In search
of all things beautiful *

* You can close your eyes
and you're miles away *

* And hear my voice
like a serenade... *

Ally.

Ally Baba.

That's Ally Dunham to you.

Mm-hmm.

Time to get up.

( groans )

Oh, Johnny, do I have to?

This is why we're never
going to have children.

* How long
do you want to be loved? *

* Is forever enough,
is forever enough? *

* How long do you want
to be loved? *

* Is forever enough,
is forever enough? *

( laughs )

I had the strangest dream
last night.

Hmm. What's that?

I think we had kids.

You were upset about something,

and you were going
to get me some gin.

Okay.

What's on the docket for today?

Uh, Redburn case.

Seems like you been working
on that thing forever.

When's it finally go to trial?

Opening statements
are in three days unless...

Unless what?

District attorney wants
to meet at 9:00.

I'm guessing it's to talk about
cutting a deal with Redburn,

avoiding a trial altogether.

You think Watt will
agree to take a deal?

Larry Watt can't wait to get
this case before a jury.

What about you,
what's your day like?

Pretty light.

Morning meeting
with the board,

then I'm having lunch
with Tom Fenton

to discuss broadening
his investment portfolio.

Didn't you tell me
he was on his way to Europe?

That must have been
your other husband.

I'm having lunch with
Fenton at Varium at One.

I don't know,
I could've sworn

I heard you say that
he was out of town.

( door opens )

Mr. District Attorney?

I'm sorry?

Allison Dunham.

I work with Larry Watt.

Junior partner.

Mr. Watt asked me

to extend his apologies--
he won't be able

to make the meeting today.

He asked me to take his place.

Everybody at your firm
understands

that I intend to prosecute
this case vigorously.

I intend to pursue
the death penalty.

I think you'll
discover soon enough

that everyone at our firm
has a precise grasp

on exactly what
you're up to...

Mr. District Attorney.

Be that as it may, Ms. Dunham,
I'm more than a little surprised

that Larry Watt would choose not
to attend this meeting himself,

much less send a junior partner.

( chuckles ):
If it makes you feel better,

I am certain I will be made
a full partner soon enough.

And for what it's worth,
I think the fact

that Mr. Watt sent
a junior partner in his stead

speaks more to
his opinion of your case

than it does his opinion of me.

Really.

Absolutely.

So now that we've gotten
to know each other,

let me tell you why I'm here.

I know that your evidence
against Mr. Redburn is weak.

You certainly wouldn't
have called my office

unless you wanted
to discuss a deal.

So let's hear it,
Mr. District Attorney.

What exactly are
you willing to offer?

First-degree manslaughter,
eight to 12 years

with the possibility
of parole after five.

Why would we accept
manslaughter?

You don't even have a body.

We have a murder weapon.

You have an alleged
murder weapon.

Smeared with the blood
of the young woman

your client murdered.

Really? Last I checked,

the blood on that knife
was too degenerated

to extract any DNA.

All that you have
is a blood type,

and a very common
type at that.

You certainly can't connect it

conclusively to
the missing woman,

and you can't connect
it to Mr. Redburn.

Hell, you can't even
prove he ever

stepped foot in her apartment.

Because you know and I know

that he wiped the whole place
down with bleach.

We can't even find the victim's
prints in her own apartment.

Fine. You want to argue
that Imelda Vizcaina

vanished into thin air,
be my guest.

I'm just not sure that
the jury's gonna buy it.

I think they might.

Whatever you say, Ms. Dunham.

Please let Larry Watt know

that this is
a one-time offer,

and it expires
at midnight tonight.

WATT:
To reasonable doubt.

Reasonable doubt.

So, you know what I think?

I think if Manny Devalos
is proposing deals like the one

he tried to sell
you on this morning,

he's worried his case
isn't strong enough.

Well, he should be-- he's trying
to prosecute an innocent man.

Well, you may know that
and I may know that,

but our job is to
convince a jury.

Which is why I wish
we had something better

to rebut this knife
business with.

I've been thinking about that.

I'm meeting with
a potential expert witness

about it this afternoon.

Tell me.

Let me see how
it pans out first.

-( clattering ) -MAN: Quinton,
Vanessa, calm down.

JOHNNY:
There ought to be a law.

If it isn't
my handsome husband.

Your handsome husband who's
trolling for a lunch date.

-What happened to Tom Fenton?
-Well, he had to jet off

-to Europe, apparently.
-That's weird.

Hmm?

-I hope I'm not interrupting.
-What I said this morning.

WATT: No, come on, join us--
we haven't even ordered yet.

Listen, if you two
need to talk shop...

No, not at all.

( indistinct talking )

FATHER: Hey, guys,
wait till we're in the car.

Lovely children.

Are we done?
Can we leave now, Mom?

Be careful what you wish for.

I'm not wishing for anything.

Not yet.

Maybe after I make partner.

If then.

So, how long have
you two been married?

12 years this spring.

-We were college sweethearts,
very boring. -Boring?

Honey... we were brought
together by fate.

The stars aligned for us.

That's what your
grandmother said.

Your grandmother sounds
like a remarkable woman.

More like the town
eccentric, actually.

Well, I don't know,

I-I guess people thought
she was a little odd.

She trusted her instincts.

She heard... voices.

She'd get messages in her sleep.

She was the town eccentric.

In a very small town.

Every time I move my chair,
everything goes all fritzy.

Any calls?

Uh, Paul Haas returned,
Jamie Mandlebaum called

to say he's in court
and unreachable,

and your Pilates instructor
needs to reschedule tomorrow.

Fine. What about my 2:00?

It's five after.

What is he, one of those
absent-minded professors?

Um...

Actually, I've been here
since ten of.

I'm just doing my part
to fight fritz.

My firm's handling
the Sean Redburn case.

Are you familiar with it?

Rich contractor stabbed his
immigrant mistress to death.

It's been on the news a lot.

Allegedly.

It's allegedly
been on the news?

No, I'm fairly certain coverage
has been ubiquitous.

No, he allegedly
committed a murder.

We intend to prove that
he's been wrongly accused.

Don't the police have a knife
with her blood on it?

They found a knife in that dump

that happens to be
the same brand and style

as the set she owned,

and there were
microscopic traces

that match her very
common blood type, yes.

I heard somebody saw them
having an argument

and she hasn't been
heard from since.

You strike me as an
intelligent man, Mr. DuBois.

Do you believe everything
you see and hear on the news?

Couples fight.
I'm sure you and your wife...

I'm not married.

You should try it sometime.

I highly recommend it.

Ah, see,
but there's the problem.

All the cool girls are taken.

I see here you have
a Ph.D. in mathematics.

Two, actually.

Says here that
you wrote a book.

Ah, my scandalous expose

about the secret
language of numbers.

Well, if I may, I'd like
to run some numbers by you.

Having to do with the knife
that you mentioned earlier.

According to the city,

the waste processing facility
where it was found

serves 125,000 households.

Now, apparently,
the utensil in question

is a very common brand.

According to the
manufacturer's website,

it outsells its
competition two to one.

Well, if it says so
on the manufacturer's website.

Work with me.

These are just back-of-
the-envelope calculations.

But if, let's say,
ten percent of those

125,000 households
use this brand--

and household is defined
by the census

as having four persons in it--

we're talking about
50,000 people.

Do you have any idea

what percentage
of the population

has O-positive blood?

No, but I have a feeling that
you're going to tell me.

Almost 40 percent.

Which would mean
the blood on that knife

could belong to any one
of 20,000 people, no?

Assuming your
assumptions hold up,

I suppose so.

How would like to earn $1,500
for one day of work?

Who do I have to kill?

I need an expert witness to
explain all this to a jury.

You want me to testify

to your back-of-
the-envelope numbers?

$2,500 plus expenses.

What expenses?

You need a new suit.

I have a suit.

I know that,

but it's almost eight years old.

Excuse me?

I'm sorry?

My suit, you just
said that my suit

was almost eight years old.

I bought that suit for
my father's funeral seven...

eight years ago.

How could you possibly
have known that?

Have you been spying on me?

I don't know, the number
just popped into my head.

Besides, you are
a college professor.

Why would you be spending
money on new suits?

No, I know, it's just
that you were so specific

about how old it was.

I'm thinking of a number
from one to ten.

I'm sure you are, Dr. DuBois.

I am offering you $3,000.

All you have to do is tell
12 people what you just told me,

that the odds that that knife

came from Imelda Vizcaina's
apartment are 20,000 to one.

I didn't tell you, you told me.

Be that as it may.
Run the numbers yourself.

Make them your own.

As long as the odds
you come up with

are in the neighborhood
of 10,000 to one,

I'd very much like you
to testify.

Well, I could certainly
use the $3,000.

Um...

could I just ask you a question,
Ms. Dunham?

Of course.

Assuming the numbers
that we discussed

are even remotely accurate,

why are the police so convinced

that the knife belonged
to the missing woman?

Unlucky coincidence, I'm afraid.

How's that?

Well, apparently, these knives
come in sets of four.

When the police checked
Imelda's apartment,

they could only find three.

What do you think?

About what?

About that.

You strike me a person
with great instincts.

I'd just be curious to know
what you think.

I think you certainly
could use $3,000.

And I suppose
a new suit couldn't hurt.

It's nice to meet you,
Ms. Dunham.

( TV playing )

Ooh. Sleepy.

( TV clicks off )

Night.

Can you turn it down
a little bit?

I just want to finish
this chapter.

It's for work.

( murmuring ):
Yeah, whatever.

( whimpering )

( gasps )

I just can't seem to shake it.

The blood, the knife,
the body...

Just seemed so... real.

Don't look at me like that.

You make me feel foolish.

It is foolish.

I know.

Allison...

you want to be
a great lawyer, right?

Great lawyers keep
their eye on the prize.

The prize in this case

is successfully
representing your client.

Dreaming about him
committing the crime

of which he's been accused

and then dwelling on it
while you're awake

isn't going to help you do that.

I know.

But why would such a thing
even come into my head?

( woman moaning onscreen )

I don't believe it.

It's too perfect,
it is just too perfect.

Hell, I'm looking right at it
and I still don't believe it.

Where'd you find this?

A friend.

He's something of a connoisseur.

Pokes around in a lot of
very obscure sites.

Unbelievable.

( woman moaning onscreen )

-Excuse me.
-( moaning stops )

Hope I'm not interrupting
anything.

No, not at all.
What can I help you with?

Well, I'm meeting with that
expert witness I told you about.

I was wondering
if you wanted to meet him.

No, I can't.
Redburn's on his way in.

Um, I'll look at your notes
when you're finished.

You boys have fun.

Ow.

Keep what you just
showed me to yourself.

But find this girl,
I don't care what it costs.

I mean, hell, if she's
willing to do this for money...

I just want her here
by the time we get to trial.

So as a doctor of mathematics,

Mr. Dubois,
what in your expert opinion,

would you say are the odds
that the knife in question

belonged to Ms. Vizcaina?

Oh, I'd estimate the odds

-are around...
-Oh, no, let's not estimate

and let's not use
the word "around."

I need you to be very
definite with your answers.

The jury wants to believe you.

Let them know you feel confident
about what you're saying.

Is something the matter?

As a matter of fact, yes.

I suspect that the reason

I don't sound confident
in what I'm saying

is because, to be
perfectly honest...

I don't believe
what I'm saying.

I'm confused.

These are your calculations.

Done to your specifications.

Based on your assumptions.

None of which I agree with.

To be frank,

I think there's a very good
chance that that knife

does belong to Imelda Vizcaina.

And I can't help but suspect
that you think so, too.

Dr. DuBois, rest assured,

you have no idea
what I'm thinking.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

I just...
I trust my instincts.

You should try it sometime.

What are you doing here?

Why did you even
bother coming back?

Is it the money?

Is it the new suit?

I'm a married woman, Dr. DuBois.

Well, there you go.

All the cool girls are taken.

( guitar strumming melody )

I'm sorry that I
couldn't be of any help.

What do you want me to say,
Allison?

I want you to tell me
I'm not crazy.

I want you to tell me
my feelings, my impressions,

my dreams count for something.

And that I should
listen to them,

act on them.

John...

J.D...

Allison...

I have a $40-million client

sitting a restaurant by himself

drinking within 50 feet
of three of my competitors.

What do you want to hear,
that I think you're Nostradamus?

Grow up.

Do your job, we'll talk about it
when you get home.

Allison?

Yes?

Are we through?

Yes...

we're through.

I'm going out for awhile.

Are you sure you don't want
to take an umbrella?

They say it's going to rain.

( thunder rumbles )

( pounding on door )

What am I thinking?

Ms. Dunham, you're soaked.

Come on in.

No, answer me.

What am I thinking?

You're right,
I know he's guilty.

How do I know that?

I know nothing about math,
but I read your book

and suddenly I understand...
everything.

I left your phone number
at the office,

but somehow, I knew
exactly how to get here,

to this house...

to you.

And now that I'm here,
everything seems so...

completely familiar.

I-I don't really know
what I'm doing here...

( chuckles )

I'm doing
what you told me to do.

I am following my instincts.

And my instincts tell me
I am supposed to be here...

with you.

Just forget the last
five minutes of your life.

* *

* They didn't have you
where I come from *

* Never knew the best
was yet to come *

* Life began
when I saw your face *

* And I hear your laugh
like a serenade *

* How long
do you want to be loved? *

* Is forever enough,
is forever enough? *

* How long
do you want to be loved? *

* Is forever enough, 'cause I'm
never, never giving you up. *

* Slip in bed
when you're asleep *

* To hold you close
and feel your breath on me *

* Tomorrow there'll be
so much to do *

* So tonight I'll drift
in a dream with you *

* How long do you want to... *

( record needle scratches )

( gasps )

JOE:
You all right?

What are you doing?

Hi.

Oh, my God. It's morning.

I have to get out of here.
I have to go.

Huh?

Why?

What do you mean?

I have to tell my husband.

What?

Mommy...

We're hungry.

( chuckling ):
Oh, my God.

My babies! Come here!

My beautiful babies.

Woo!

( kissing )

I'm home.

Oh, I'm home. I'm home.

ARIEL:
Um, excuse me.

Who's gonna drive us?

'Cause I told Hannah
I'd meet her early

so we could work
on our History presentation.

Wait a second.

( knocking )

Allison.

I was beginning to think
you forgot about me.

Wasn't there something you
wanted to speak to me about

before I headed into court?

One of the jurors or something?

Actually, sir, there's a lot

I need to tell you
before you head into court.

WATT:
Did anyone look for her?

Did anyone try to find out where
Miss Vizcaina might have gone?

For all we know, she decided
to leave this country

and go back home
to the remote mountain town

that the District Attorney
so poetically described.

It wouldn't be easy
to track her down there,

but if someone tried, who knows
what they might discover?

I should know, because
that's exactly what I did.

I tried.

And you'll never guess
what I found.

Like I said, ladies and
gentlemen of the jury,

( louder ): you'll never guess
what I found.

Is there a problem, Mr. Watts?

Are you going to continue

or have you
concluded your remarks?

Uh, if I may Your Honor,

I'd like to request
a short recess.

Very well.
This court will adjourn

for a half hour recess.

-What the hell happened?
-I'm not sure yet.

Excuse me, Larry.

We should talk.

( speaking Spanish )

DEVALOS: Amazing what people
will do for money

if they're desperate enough.

But then, that's what
this whole case

has been about,
hasn't it?

They both look remarkably
like Imelda Vizcaina to me.

Actually, this one is Imelda.

The other girl is Mirabella.

Her twin sister.

DEVALOS: Unlike Imelda,
Mirabella never came to America.

She stayed behind
in El Salvador.

Spent her entire life there.

It's where this movie
was made, actually.

Well, you certainly know your
Central American porn, Manuel.

I got to give you that.

Apparently Mirabella was held up
at Phoenix Airport this morning

trying to use her sister's
papers to enter this country.

She's being detained
until we can determine

whether she had
any ulterior motives

for traveling to Arizona today.

Ulterior motives?

Her sister Imelda was in
this country illegally.

No government agency
had her fingerprints,

and none were ever recovered
from the apartment.

If, somehow, Mirabella
had managed to make it

to the trial today, and
if for some bizarre reason

she had chosen
to identify herself

as her sister to the court,
there would have been no way

for the prosecution
to prove otherwise.

For all intents
and purposes,

it would have appeared
that Imelda Vizcaina

was alive and well, and we
would have had to drop

all charges against your client.

And you can imagine how
embarrassing

that would've been for me.

Grandma...

Allison?

What are you doing back here?

Didn't you just leave?

Grandma. I changed my mind.

Go back to sleep.

Don't worry about the pie.

I'll be here in
a minute with J.D.

I'll get it.

What about the burn?
Your arm? That scar?

I don't care about the scar.

It'll fade with time.

I think I actually
kind of like the scar.

I think I'd miss it
if it was gone.

It's part of my life.

And I love my life.

And the fact is,
I wouldn't change a thing.

Well, all right.
If you're sure.

I'm sure.

* How long
do you want to be loved? *

* Is forever enough,
is forever enough? *

* How long
do you want to be loved? *

* Is forever enough? *

* 'Cause I'm never, never
giving you up. *