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In the criminal justice system,

the people are represented

by two separate
yet equally important groups:

the police,
who investigate crime,

and the district attorneys,
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Two ales!

One light and
one dark!

What'll
you have?

Yo, bartender!

I should have told
you to get two.

Nah, it's too many people.

Way too many old people.

Hey, where's Joey?

Two guesses.

You know, I swear
he finishes his,

he ain't getting
any of mine.

Hey, get us
a place up close.

Come on, self-control, man.

Look who's talking.

Listen, when the music starts,

I'm the one who's
going to be flying,

and I don't share.

Not even for a baby brother?

Hey, I'm
serious, man.

Fine, then one more hit.

Screw this, I'm not
missing the opening.

Damn, we already
missed it.

There's got to be a window
in here somewhere.

I was trying to find Rick.

He went for a drink.

The crowd was pushing.

I didn't know what happened.

I kept yelling at people
to get off me

so I could find him.

I don't even know if he's okay.

Nobody will tell me anything.

Well, they've
already taken

a bunch of people
to the hospital,

so it's going to take
some time to sort it out.

He didn't even
want to come tonight.

Were you able to see
how it started?

Why didn't we go bowling?

Rickie?

Rickie!

Rickie, oh!

Noise, dope and fire.

Same old Wotan.

You heard of Wotan?

I worked security at
the Garden 20 years ago.

Hey, Williams.

Quite a mess.

You want to
give us a tour?

Sure, if you feel like having

the ceiling collapse
on your head.

It should be safe
in a couple of hours.

How many people
were in the club?

Between three
and four hundred.

Paramedics have already
taken at least 70 people

to three hospitals.

Burns and smoke inhalation,
mostly.

Broken bones from
the pushing and shoving.

I'd say we're lucky there
weren't more fatalities.

Typical
Friday night.

Yeah, in Tel Aviv.

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GET THE FEELING.

It's going to be hours

before I can get
you in there.

Bunch of cretins.

It was like tossing
a match into a haystack.

They don't have sprinklers?

They're not required
in a public facility

with a maximum occupancy
of 74 or less.

Wait, didn't you say
there were between

three and four hundred
people in there?

The nitwit at the door
didn't major in math.

That gets the owner a fine.

Can you imagine?

Nine bodies were found near
the front doors,

trampled,
trying to get out.

There had to be
other doors, right?

Sure, in the back.

Nobody could see them.

Exit signs were dark.

Well, that's got to be
a code violation.

Bad lightbulb gets
them fine number two.

23 people dead,

somebody's going to do more
than pay a couple of bucks.

Ask me, go right
to the needle,

do not pass go,
do not pay $200.

Let me ask you this--
how'd the band get out?

Three of them, through
doors backstage.

And the fourth?

He was one of the 23.

Bass player,
Larry something.

Look, as soon as I know
what started this mess,

I'll call you.

Well, I'm no expert,

but I saw these guys
a half a lifetime ago,

and back then, they always
lined the stage

with flamethrowers.

They still do.

Prometheus 530 Flame
Projectors, to be precise.

The thing is,
there's no way

the Prometheus should
spit out fire

high enough
to hit the ceiling.

What's the ceiling
got to do with it?

Made of polyurethane.

Which burns
fast as hell.

That's the manager
over there.

Name's Champa.

Thanks.

Mr. Champa.

This is a nightmare.

My life savings
was in that club.

Oh, really?

I know 23 families who
really don't give a damn.

Of course I feel
for those people,

but what could I have done?

Well, first, you could
have checked to see

if your ceiling was flammable.

Look, the neighbors
complained

about the noise,
so I put up sound proofing.

The guys who sold it to me

never said
anything.

Another thing, you
shouldn't have hired

a band that plays
with fire.

I don't.

I mean, all that crap
is specifically prohibited

in the artist contracts.

And Wotan signed
this contract.

Sure, man.

They wanted to get paid.

People say Jack Bruce
can play bass.

Well, they never listened
to Larry, you know,

like really listen to Larry,

'cause he was just...
a whole 'nother planet.

I can't believe
that he's gone.

Along with 22 paying customers.

What do you mean by that?

Look, Mr. Connor,

for ten bucks a ticket, people
don't expect to get barbecued.

You're blaming us for this?

Your contract

did specifically say
no fireworks.

Well, I didn't know that.

I bet you read
the part about

how much you guys
were getting paid.

Matter of fact,

I didn't.

It was Maxie takes care of that.

Maxie?

Our manager, Maxie.

Fire is Wotan's trademark.

Kiss has the makeup.

Townsend smashes
his guitars.

Rock & roll isn't just
about the music.

It's the show.
It's the spectacle.

Unfortunately,
this spectacle

doesn't allow fire.

Yeah, yeah,
right.

That is the same mumbo
jumbo in every contract

in every punk-ass
club in America.

And you always ignore it?

Look.

A club hires Wotan,

they're hiring
the whole package--

very bright lights,

very loud
music...

Very big flames.

The fans expect it.

If we didn't give it to them,
hell, they'd walk out.

Yeah, we signed the contract,

but the club owner, like every
other club owner in America,

gives us the big "wink, wink"
when we did.

You're saying that
he knew that Woltan

was going to use fire
in the act.

Of course he did.

We used it
the night before.

No complaints then.

No problems either.

Hey, after 26 years,
we know what we're doing.

Our stuff didn't burn
that place down.

Who's in charge
of your "stuff"?

These guys
went to Juilliard.

They're really good musicians,

but nobody paid any
attention to their music

until we started
lighting up the stage.

I kept telling them
we didn't need a gimmick,

but Teddy...

Ah, what difference
does it make now, huh?

Actually, it makes a huge
difference now, Nick.

Gotterdammerung.

God bless you.

It's a German
opera.

Wotan and the other Gods,

at the end, they all die
in this amazing fire.

Wait,
hold on.

You're saying that Teddy
wanted to die?

No, I'm not.

He just wouldn't let go
of this pyro-mythology thing.

And you're
the guy

who kept his dream alive?

Yeah,
I'm the guy.

But I set up the equipment
before they went onstage,

just like I do every night.

And I'm the guy
who hit the on switch.

There's no way
we caused this thing.

23 people are dead
because of an opera?

The Germans-- what
are you going to do?

I'll tell you what
the taxpayers want me to do.

They want me to string
someone up, that's what.

And we would like
nothing more than that,

but the problem is who?

Wotan violated a contract,

they didn't break
no laws.

The Fire Marshal
can't say

how or where
the damn thing started.

For all we know,

somebody in the crowd
lit a candle.

Bottom line is,

ain't nobody saw nothing.

Someone did.

This is a transcript

of one of the 32 911 calls.

"I'm at Danzibar..."

That's the club.

"There's a fire on the stage."

I freaked.

I saw it on the news,

but the hospitals
weren't giving out names.

That's the last time

I let her go to
one of those things.

Everything went dark.

The only thing that
you could see was fire.

People
were screaming.

I didn't know
what to do.

People were crawling
on the floor.

Larry's hair was on fire.

I tried to help this one girl
and I grabbed her wrist

and her, her skin
came off in my hand.

Do you really
have to do this now?

I'm okay.

I had my cell in my purse,

and I called 911 right away.

I didn't know
what else I could do.

That's all you could do.

Now, in your call,
you said the stage

was on fire.

Yeah,
that's right.

Did you see how the fire
actually started?

It just
looked like

all of their other concerts.

Except, um...

Except what?

They always start with
Larry and James at the mike,

with Wotan... that's Teddy.

And what about last night?

Larry,

the bassist...

he didn't move.

Um, if I'm the stage,
which side is he on?

You can see,

this is hard for her.

She did great.
We're done.

Thank you,
thank you so much.

Turns out

the girl was right.

The fire did start on
the left side of the stage.

Accident?

You tell me.

Gaines, these are the detectives

working the Danzibar fire.

Show them what you've got.

I've been trying
to replicate

the conditions
that started the fire,

using the six throwers
recovered from the site.

They work with this
flammable black powder.

You pack it in like this.

Looks like a giant M-8O.

This one doesn't blow up,
just flames up.

Given the layout
of the stage,

there's no way that flame
could've reached the ceiling.

On five of
the throwers, anyway.

What about
the sixth one?

That's a whole
other ball of wax.

That's the one that was on
the left side of the stage?

That would be
correct.

See this residue
burned into the metal

of the cylinder?

It goes twice as high
as in the others,

above the level
of the electric fuse.

This one burned twice as hot
as it's supposed to.

What are you saying,
it was defective?

Even if it was,
it couldn't burn that hot

without twice
as much powder.

You mean it was
packed wrong?

I mean it was packed twice.

Somebody wanted this thing
to burn big.

Why don't you take us
through your night, Nick?

What do you mean?

Well, you got
to the club,

you blew your nose...
whatever.

I got there about 8:00.

The throwers
were locked in storage

in the back of the club
'cause we used them

the night before.

I took them out,
I loaded them,

same as always.

Was this before or after
a couple of tokes?

I don't do that, man.

I'm clean since '94.

Keep going.

I, uh, I set them onstage.

The same places as always.

Did you test them?

Well, why would I?

They worked fine
the night before.

Okay, that gets us
to 10:00.

The band went on
about 11:00.

What'd you do
for that hour?

Read a book?

Why is he talking to me
like that?

Because you killed
23 people, Nick.

That gets me
a little agitated.

I told you...

What are you, some
kind of sick bastard

that likes
to watch things burn?

Lennie!

Okay, so what'd you do next?

I, uh, I set up the lights.

And how long
did that take you?

I don't know, 40,

45 minutes,
maybe.

So you were done 15 minutes
before show time.

Yeah, like always.

So there were 15 minutes
where somebody

could have
rigged the thrower.

Why would anybody do that?

Right now I'm more
interested in who?

You're giving this yahoo
too much credit, Ed.

It wasn't me, okay.

These guys pay me.
It's a steady gig.

Why would I risk blowing that?

The thrower started the fire!

You loaded the thrower!

I'm not the only one
who knows how.

We've been doing this
a long time.

I told you guys,
these guys are into flames.

I mean, they all know how
to work the equipment.

Do you believe him?

I think he's scared
of his own shadow.

I don't recall
anyone giving medals

for bravery to arsonists.

What else is a dude
like this gonna do for money?

I mean, he had
to know that

that would put Wotan
out of business,

the fire part
of the show, anyway.

I don't think
he'd risk it.

He might if he didn't know
the ceiling was flammable.

You play with fire,

you don't get the benefit
of the doubt.

True, but think about this.

The flamethrower
that was tampered with

was right next to Larry.

Who's Larry?

Larry's the
bass player

that didn't follow
the normal routine that night.

Which put him
directly in
the hot zone.

The flame hit
the ceiling
over his head

and it came
down on him.

And who knew Larry
wasn't going to be

where he was supposed to be?

Let's find that out.

You're saying somebody

was out to get Larry.

Now, we're just
asking questions.

Wotan opens the show
the same way every night:

Teddy, James and Larry
at the mike, center stage.

The one night they change...

Oh, you think
one of the guys...?

Like I said,
we're just asking.

Aw, come on. These guys
love each other like brothers.

Hey, I love my brother,
but I can barely

make it through
Thanksgiving dinner.

You spend every night
together for 26 years;

somebody is bound to get on
somebody else's nerves.

Yeah, they've had their
disagreements, sure,

but nothing to kill over.

Why don't you let us
be the judge of that?

Well, nothing recently.

Oh, nah... no,
it couldn't be.

What?

When we got back to New York,
Larry was banging Teddy's broad.

Teddy's broad?

Is that how she's listed
in the phone book?

Debbie something
or other.

Well, we're
getting closer.

Grimes.

She lives down in Soho
somewhere, I think.

Larry was great, man,
the best.

I assume you're
talking about his
bass playing.

Hey, I'm not crude.

The guy is dead.
Let's show some respect.

My partner's just
a little old-fashioned.

He just thought
that you moving
from Teddy to Larry

might have brought on
some hard feelings

between the two of them.

Hell, he's a dinosaur.

Look, I was happy when Teddy
remembered my name, okay?

These guys, they don't
fight over babes.

When they got back
to the city--

I think it was CBGBs--

I went to Teddy's
dressing room like always,

knocked on the door,
but he was otherwise occupied.

You got a name?

Of which one?

I knew I should
have stuck with
the guitar.

Do you always go
backstage?

Yeah, so?

You were there
the night of
the fire?

Sure.

Who else was
there with you?

The guys, some chicks.

Do you remember
any names?

One of them, I do.

Terry. She's, like,
always there.

Terry? She's got the
pierced eyebrow,
long brown hair?

Yeah, that's her.

That's the girl
who called 911.

Sounds to me
like you're a regular

at these Wotan gigs.

I like their music.

A lot of people
like their music, Teresa.

They don't all get
backstage passes.

What, are you my dad
or something?

Look, I'm not
the first girl

to like hanging out
with musicians.

There's no sex
or anything.

I just party with them,
and that's as far as it goes.

Why didn't
you tell us

you were in their
dressing room

the first time
we talked?

Duh, my mother was standing
right there, remember?

What, do you guys really think

I had something to do
with that fire?

No, no, but now that
we got all our cards

on the table, maybe you can
help us find out who did.

Let me ask you this.

15 minutes before
the band goes on,

who's backstage
with you?

The band.

Come on.

Nick, a couple of new girls...
um, Pete, Glen...

Who?

The roadies.

You know, Mitch wasn't there.

Who's Mitch?

The sound guy.

That's right.

I wasn't partying.

Someone in that damn crew
has to do some work.

So you were busy
turning dials, huh?

Something like that.

You know, in the long run,

it was time to hang up
the old spurs.

All that traveling
was getting to me.

This is where I belong.

Turning dials?

You know,
that was funny once.

How about the dials
on the flamethrower,

you turn them, too?

Screw you.

Now you see,
that kind of attitude

is what'll get you
in trouble.

You know, it turns out
everybody but you

was in Teddy's
room partying
before the show.

Really? Look,
I didn't mess

with the throwers.

But I have a feeling
he knows who did.

Don't you, Ed?

Come on, Mitch.

Give us a hint.

Teddy, man.

He thought we still should
be playing the Garden.

Small wasn't good enough
for him.

I mean, I told him.

Let's go unplugged.
That'd be cool, right?

Mitch...

The fire.
Teddy was crazy about it.

He wanted big,
like the old days.

He said, "If we think big,
if we act big, we'll be big."

So he wanted
bigger pyro?

Nickie told him the clubs we
played now couldn't handle it.

That must have
pissed Teddy off.

Tell me about it.

Just before the last gig,

the son of a bitch told me
to rig the throwers.

So you were just
following orders.

Hey, I don't mess
with that crap.

I did my thing.

When you left,
where was Teddy?

Onstage, alone.

This dude is just

a washed-up wannabe

who's trying to return
to his "rightful" spot

at the top
of the rock & roll food chain.

It would have been
a lot safer

to write a couple
of new songs.

You ever listen
to any of their music?

See? That's the thing.

Whatever stardom
Wotan had,

it ain't because
of their music.

It's because of
their live shows.

Connor thought
if he made

a big enough bang
with the press
and his fans,

that he could hock
the tour bus

and start riding
private jets again.

So, he burned down a club?

Hey, Ozzie bit
off a bat's head.

He wanted more fire.

I doubt he thought
it through.

Guys, we can't arrest
a man on motive alone.

All the physical
evidence went up
in smoke, so to speak.

The guy who works
the equipment says

that Connor begged him
to rig the thrower.

And when he refused,
he asked the sound guy.

Who will testify

that he left Connor
alone on the stage
before the show.

Look, does this Connor know
how to operate this doohickey?

Yeah, like playing
a "C" chord.

All right, let's light a fuse
under this moron,

see how loud he screams.

Stop! Stop!

Damn it, Maxie!

I said bigger! Bigger!

Doesn't anybody do
bigger anymore?

I hear they got
a lot of big guys

to choose from
up in Ossining.

What?
Teddy Connor,
you are under arrest

for arson and murder
23 times.

That's got a nice beat
and you can dance to it.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can be used
against you in a court of law.

People v. Theodore Connor..

One count of Arson
in the First Degree.

23 counts of Murder
in the First Degree.

Didn't your mother
teach you about

playing
with matches?

Your Honor might not recognize
my client, but he is...

Oh, yes, she does.

I sat in the mud at
Roosevelt Raceway back in '79.

You were three hours late,
Mr. Connor.

I'd hope Your Honor
will approach this
with an open mind.

Not to worry, Counselor.

That's where I met my husband.

How do you plead?

Not guilty.

Ms. Southerlyn?

The People request remand,
Judge. The enormity

of the crime
itself...
Is irrelevant.

But the defendant's
financial means isn't.

He's a flight risk,
Your Honor.

Ten years ago, maybe.

Yes, Mr. Connor made a great
deal of money in his career,

but he has spent more.

He can barely make ends meet.

Why should he be any different?

Bail is set at $500,000,

cash or bond.

Bad things happen, Jack.

They're not always criminal.

23 corpses is more
than a bad thing.

It was an accident,
an act of God,
not a murder.

If God wanted that club to burn,

he wouldn't have used
a flamethrower.

Are you saying that someone
screwed with our equipment?

No, I'm saying you did,
Mr. Connor.

Aw, this is crazy.

It's a crime

is what it is.

Don't you see what happens here,
Jack?

A high profile client
like Teddy Connor,

the mere fact
that he's arrested

makes him guilty in
the eyes of the public.

Actually it's the jury
he should worry about.

The jury, I can handle.

What happens when
he's acquitted?

Who's going to
a Wotan concert

now you've ruined
his good name?

Who are you kidding?

Notoriety sells tickets.

Well, we're not going
to take that chance.

When Mr. Connor
is acquitted,

I want there to be
a fully public record.

My motion to let TV cameras
in the courtroom.

The world's going to
watch this one, Jack.

If I were you,

I'd get a new suit.

Counsel is wasting
everyone's time.

Section 52 of the
New York Civil Rights Law

specifically prohibits cameras

of any sort
in a courtroom.

And said law was
passed in 1952.

It's about time New York
made that giant leap

into the 21st century.

We're one of only nine states
that have a per se ban...

And I'm sure that
Ms. Teller is aware

making that leap
is the bailiwick

of the legislature and
not a trial court, Judge.

It is when the statute
violates the First Amendment,

which requires that criminal
trials be open to the press

unless there are compelling

and clearly articulated reasons
for closing such proceedings.

This is a high profile
case, Your Honor.

Surely, press

from around the planet

will be intent on reporting it.

Obviously, our meager courtrooms
will not permit...

I'm not concerned
about the press.

I'm concerned
about a fair trial,

which means keeping
the hoopla to a minimum.

Albany obviously shares
that concern.

You are putting

a rock star on trial.

Hoopla is a foregone conclusion.

Your Honor, there is precedent
ignoring the statutory ban.

New York v. Boss,
People v. Barron...

What's really going on here,
Counselor?

If my client is to be crucified
because he's a public figure,

the least I can ask is that
the public bear witness.

What the hell?

It's about time we got those old
boys in Albany off their butts.

Your Honor!

Come on, Jack.
Who's it going to hurt?

Well, what are you going to do?

The Sixth Amendment says
public trial,

and that's what
he's entitled to.

You commending
a judicial activist?

That's what
appeals are for.

The cameras have to affect
the way people behave.

You mean they'll actually
tell the truth?

I mean, it's not okay
for the medium

to be the message
in a courtroom.

Is this SOB guilty?

Yes.

Can you prove it?

I think so.

Then my advice--
get a new suit and enjoy.

It's clear from
mere visual inspection

that the flamethrower
in question

emitted a stronger flame
than the others on stage.

How much stronger?

The others reached

a maximum heat
of 300 degrees Fahrenheit.

This one, I'd guess,
was close to 600.

Would that create
a bigger flame?

Yes, in the
same proportion.

It would be
twice as big.

Could this happen
through a malfunction?

No. In my opinion, the only way
this could happen

is for the flame projector
to be filled

with twice the
combustible material.

Thank you.

Did you check the flamethrower
in question for fingerprints?

That wouldn't
be feasible.

Why not?

It's covered in carbon.

From the
subsequent fire?

That's correct.

So, there's no
scientific evidence

indicating who it was who added
the extra combustible material?

No.

I've been on the road
with Wotan for over 20 years,

since back when they
were known as Cain's Ire.

We played the largest
arenas in the world.

And your effects were
bigger back then?

Yes.

At a place like
the Meadowlands,

Teddy said we needed

"spectacle," and, uh,
that's what he gave us.

For example?

We had a thrower

that would shoot flames
20 feet up in the air.

We called it
the "pillar of fire."

We used gerb fans, flash
reports, you name it.

Teddy always wanted
to push the envelope, and, uh...

I have to admit,
I got a kick out of it, too.

What would happen if you used

that kind of equipment
in the smaller clubs

you play now?

They wouldn't even fit
on the stage.

Did the defendant want
to push the envelope
in his recent gigs?

Yeah, sure, we talked about it,
you know, bring back the pillar.

He said the gags would
put asses in the seats.

And he wasn't concerned
about the safety
of those asses?

That was my job.

He wanted me to go bigger.

I wouldn't.

Sounds to me like you miss
the good old days.

Well, sure. Who doesn't?

20-foot flames must
get your juices going.

Objection.

Sustained.

You testified that the defendant
asked you

to increase the fireworks

at recent shows,
is that correct?

Yeah.

He asked for bigger flames.

Did he ever say why?

Publicity.

You know, bring back

the good old days.

To play
big stadiums again?

That's right.

You know, Mr. Stoller,

I've been listening
to you very carefully,

and whenever you spoke
about the band, you say "we."

I don't know...

I've been with them 20 years.

You play guitar, do you?

No.
Keyboards?

I don't play an instrument.

That's right.
Your job is to play with fire.

I'm always the last one
onstage before the show.

I... I test volume.

Make sure the cables
are out of the way

so nobody trips or anything.

And you're alone
when you do this?

Nick and I usually do
our things together.

He finishes up before me,
though.

And the night of the tragedy
at Danzibar?

Teddy was
there with us.

He was pissed off
because the gig

the night before
didn't pull in capacity.

He thought that we needed
to shake things up a bit,

you know, to
bring us back to...

to the big time.

He asked Nickie

to up the amps
on the fire stunts.

And Nickie refused?

He said, "No way."

With the ceilings in that club,
it'd be a disaster.

And what happened next?

Nickie finished up
with the flamethrowers

and left.

And then Teddy told me

to add some more powder
to the throwers.

But I heard what Nickie
just told him.

So I said, "No way."

He said just upping one of
the throwers would be cool.

I told him

I wasn't touching the thing,
then I left.

And the defendant

was onstage alone?

As far as I know.

You're a sound man, aren't you?

That's right.

Why would Mr. Connor think

to ask you to rig
the flamethrowers?

The models we use now,
it's not really brain surgery.

We all knew how they worked.

Who exactly?

Teddy, Larry, Burly,

James, Peter and Glen,
and probably Maxie, too.

All of us.

I see.

Now, when you left the stage
prior to the show,

you don't know how long

the defendant remained there,
do you?

No.

And you can't say
if Larry

or Burly or James or Maxie

showed up after he left?

No.

It was dark.

Um, then the curtains came up.

Were the band members
on the stage?

They were sort of
back near the drums.

And then?

Then James played a loud chord

and, um...
they moved into position.

It was still dark.

Where were they
on the stage?

Burly was back

by the drums.

Um... James
and Teddy were

by the mike in the
center of the stage.

And Larry?

Larry was off to the left,
near me.

What happened then?

James played
another chord.

The flamethrowers--

they shot up, straight up.

And um... that's when I...

that's when I heard...

What, Teresa?

I heard Larry scream.

The flames on my side
of the stage hit the ceiling,

and there was like a big flash.

It was on fire,

and soon the whole ceiling...

it fell on his head,
and he was on fire.

How was it you came
to be standing backstage?

Um, I know some of the guys
in the band.

One in particular?

Teddy.

And he invited you

backstage to his
dressing room, did he?

Please speak up.

Yes.

But I know for a fact

that he didn't
rig the flamethrower.

How can you be sure?

Because I was with
him the whole time,

until they
started playing.

And where exactly were
you and Mr. Connor?

We were in the band's tour bus.

He and I were...

you know...

You're going to have
to be more specific.

We were screwing, okay.

That's not what
she told the cops.

This isn't
a game, Teresa.

I'm telling the truth.

Then why didn't you
tell anyone before?

I'm 18 years old.
I live at home.

My mother...

Why are you doing this?

Because that's
what happened.

She thinks I'm a virgin.
I'm not.

Do you think
he gives a damn about you?

What do you care?!

It's wrong, Terry!

If he started that fire,

if he killed
all those people...

He didn't.

He was with me
in the tour bus.

He couldn't have done
anything to the flamethrower.

Of course I'd like
to play bigger places.

I mean, what musician wouldn't?

But hell, lighting
some joint on fire,

that's no way to get there.

So you never asked Nick Stoller
to increase the flames?

Hell, sure I did.

I mean, I asked if
we could, you know,

'Cause that that fire, man,
it would get my adrenaline

pumping, you know, get
that adrenaline blasting.

You know, it made
for a better gig.

But, uh, he says that's
as high as we can go.

I believe him.

No questions asked?

That's right, you know.

I mean, that's what
I pay him for.

I know this
is dangerous.

I loved Larry.

I love this band, you know...

I'd be nothing
without them and my fans.

So, your soundman,
Mitch Sellman,

he was lying on the stand
when he said that you asked him

to increase the flames?

Yes, he was.

I mean, I don't know why
he'd want to do that to me,

but he was lying.

And before the show,
where were you?

Well, like the girl said,
you know, I was in the bus.

Me and her.

The girl?
You don't know her name?

I play a lot of cities, man.

And there are lots

of nameless,
faceless ports in the storm.

Yeah.
That's right.

I mean, that's
part of the gig.

Sex and drugs and rock 'n roll.

I gave up the drugs
about ten years ago.

But not the sex?

Not till I die.

What about the
rock 'n roll?

That's why I live,
you know?

Nothing in the world

like being onstage

in front of people
who love my music.

You know,
nothing between me and them...

Except a "wall of fire"?

It turns them on.

I mean, rock is spectacle.

The bigger the fire,
the bigger the spectacle?

That's right. You know,
I mean, my fans want it.

I give it to them.

Even though

there aren't as many
as there used to be?

They're still out there.

That's right.
What was I thinking?

You did bring, what,
300 people to that club.

We sold it out.

With people
who love your music?

That's right.

With people
who would do anything

to protect you.

Objection.

Sustained.
You know
what, man?

They would do anything.

'Cause we were Gods.
They worshipped us.

You know, they slept in line
for days to hear us.

You know, they sat
in the mud, they sat
in the rain...

Must be difficult
when all that

worship disappears.

Only it didn't.

Well, at least not for

one teenage girl, anyway.

I was in that bus with her.

I'm sure you were.

Tell me, Mr. Connor, how old

are you?

52.

Thank you.

I thought the jury
would be back by now.

Don't worry.
Teddy Conner

looked like a
pitiful has-been

willing to do anything
to recapture his past.

And Teresa Drosi
looked like a groupie

willing to say anything
to protect her idol.

Let's hope the jury
sees it that way.

Mr. Branch's office.

Fine.

Judge Burns would
like to see you

first thing
tomorrow morning.

The jury has requested
they be read the entirety

of Teresa Drosi's testimony.

Any objections?

Does it make a difference

that she's lying
through her teeth?

Isn't that for
a jury to decide?

I'll repeat my question.

Are there any objections?

No, Your Honor.
Not from me, Judge.

Now, wasn't that easy?

Just a thought, Your Honor.

Who's going to be reading
the transcript in the jury room?

My clerk.

Mr. Rodriguez?

That's right.

Then I do have an objection.

The emotional nature
of her testimony

might be obscured by a man.

Oh, come on. Her words
are her words.

Yes, but her credibility
depends on how those words

are reenacted to the jury.

I'm not going to go out
and hire

another clerk for this,
Counselor.

I'm not asking you to.

The cameras in the courtroom
filmed the entire proceeding.

Why don't we let them actually
see Teresa Drosi's testimony?

Absolutely not.

Other than the five pounds
the camera adds to her,

give me one good reason.

The cameras in
and of themselves

violate
the statutory language.

To actually allow their use

in the proceedings
would compound

that violation
exponentially.

It's reversible error.

Last I checked,
we were after accuracy.

And you believe

every image you see
on the 6:00 news?

You know what, Jack?

We've got a horse.

We might as well get what we can
from her mouth.

She still lying?

We were screwing, okay?

To be honest,
I can't tell anymore.

You tell me if this
isn't reasonable doubt.

And where exactly were
you and Mr. Connor?

Uh, we were
in the band's tour bus...

he and I were...

you know...

You're going to have
to be more specific.

We were screwing, okay.

Well?

Look at her eyes.

She's embarrassed.

No. If she
were embarrassed,

she'd be looking down.

Okay, she's proud
she slept with her hero.

Then I'd think
she'd look at him.

I don't think that's pride
on her face.

I think that's defiance.

She's looking directly into

the back of
the gallery.

Who was sitting there?

Her mother...

Her doting,
overprotective mother.

Who didn't want her to go to
the concert in the first place.

Do you really think
she'd lie on the stand

to provoke her mother?

You were once a teenage girl.

You tell me.

I'll round them all up.

No. Not yet.

I'm thinking we ought to try
a little one-on-one first.

I said in court
what happened.

I think you said what you
wanted to have happened.

Well, you're wrong, then.

I've been there, Teresa.

You slept
with a rock star?

No. But I had a mother.

I don't know
what you mean.

A mother who dragged me
to church every Sunday

and who thought that sex
was something that should

only happen between
husband and wife.

You are so off base.

Am I?
Mm.

'Cause I saw your mom.

I saw the look
she had in her eye

when you said that
you slept with Teddy.

So?

So, it's the same look
my mom had when I came home

from my junior prom
at 6:00 a.m.

Nothing happened,

but I kind of liked
her assuming the worst.

I don't know
why she wants to help him.

On the other hand,
maybe she's telling the truth.

No!

I mean, Teresa's not like that.

If that's the case,

I wonder if her lies
were meant more

to hurt you than to help him.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I'm a father, Mrs. Drosi.

I know the battles that go on

between teenage girls
and their mothers.

Terry and I...

She loves me.

Now is not
the time to be

some kind of puritanical hero,
Mrs. Drosi.

If there's any chance

Teresa was
with Teddy...

No!

Then I can and will bring
criminal charges against her.

For what?

I'll start with perjury
and move on

to abetting 23 counts of murder.

She didn't do anything.

She's helping Teddy Connor
cover up any number

of felonies.

If you know why...

Because she's a stupid little...

Look, she's lying.

I know she's lying.

Why is it so hard

for you to believe
that he'd sleep with me?

That's not
what I'm saying --

There are a lot of guys
that are interested in me.

I'm sure there are.
Look at him, Teresa.

Is Teddy Connor
someone who...

He's a great musician.

He's a genius.

He writes all
the band's music...

I am sorry, but that
is hardly a reason

to throw your life away.

What are you talking about?

Perjury is a crime, Teresa.

So is accomplice after the fact.

If Teddy Conner gets away
with this because of your lying,

Jack McCoy is going to take
his anger out on someone.

You're going to have
to prove I lied, then.

And you can't do that.

Well, if it's
any consolation,

it looks like the jury's
as confused as we are.

Only I'm not confused.

Teresa Drosi all but
told me she was lying.

Did you tell her she could
spend her twenties

in Ossining on us?

She's protecting

a "musical genius."

Let me ask you
both something.

A hypothetical mother is told
that all she has to do

to keep her daughter out
of prison

is to say
that said daughter slept

with a hypothetical
rock star.

Yet that
mother refuses

to do that.

Why?

To protect her baby's good name?

She is going to prison.

Look, the hypothetical
rock star

was particularly disgusting...

Oh, my God.

I think now's the time
to round them all up.

With the jury out this long,

why would I consider a deal?

I'm not here to offer a deal.

Look, we were together,
like she said.

Oh, come on.

What would she be doing

with a has-been
like you?

Ask her. Do you know
how many records I've sold?

I know how many
records you've sold
in the last ten years.

I think your fans
finally caught on
to you, Mr. Connor.

Right.

Actually, people who know
about these things

tell me you were never
that good in the first place.

Those people would be wrong.

Why else
would you need

the gimmicks?

If you don't have talent,
light up the stage.

You don't have to be a genius

to figure that out.

You don't have a deal
on the table,

why should we sit here
and be insulted?

You just don't
get rock and roll.

Apparently, you don't either!
Stop!

Leave him alone!

I know you're good.

The odds are good

he's going to prison no matter
what you say, Teresa.

Speak up now,

or you're going
to join him.

Well, at least you have one fan,
Mr. Connor.

How many other pseudo-stars
can say they have a fan

willing to go
to jail for him?

The shame
of it all is,

it won't do any good.

23 life sentences
running consecutively

is going to be
the best

you're going to get.

That's if
the jury's feeling generous.

The flip side of that coin
is a needle.

Stop. Please, please stop.

Teddy didn't light the fire.

It was me.

Shut up, Terry.

Mom, it was,
it's true.

Teddy, damn it!

If you have something to say,
Mrs. Drosi...

It's "Miss."

One stupid night.

I should have my head examined.

It was nothing for you.

But for me... for us...

I don't know what's going on
here. I don't want to know.

Come on, Teddy, we'll take
our chances with the jury.

He just gave you his DNA, baby.

He was never
a father.

You don't owe
him anything.

Forget her.

How dare you!

Do you think giving her

a couple of tickets
twice a year

gives you the right
to ruin her life?!

Look, I did it,

Mr. McCoy.

I loaded the flamethrower.

I didn't know that Larry

or the ceiling... I just,
I didn't think...

You don't have
to do this for him.

But I did it, Mom.

I heard you say to Nick
that you wanted more fire.

I thought that if...

that if you were
on top again...

Maybe then you'd...

We're done here.

Teresa's lawyer
wants to plea.

What are you going to do?

Talk to him.

Is that sympathy I hear?

My father, the only one
of my tennis matches

he actually came to,
he spent doing paperwork.

It didn't make me
love him less,

it just made me
try that much harder

to make him love me more.

Were you successful?

You should see my backhand.