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In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. The dramatic murder

trial of Mr. Frank Fernandez has ended with his acquittal. There was no body

because there was no murder. I'm gonna rip his face off! Sergeant, what is your

reading of the Fernandez verdict? Means, motive, and opportunity just weren't

enough. Hasn't there been enough killing? Don't do anything to get

yourself in trouble, okay?

Better start watching over your shoulder. He may need more than a

crucifix and a string of beads to protect him in the real world.

Okay, you guys, get out of here! Mrs. Fletcher.

I saw everything.

I saw the murder, and I saw who did it.

Get out of here!

Get him!

In your dreams.

But what I don't get, Mrs. Fletcher, is

where do you start?

Actually, Denise, one of the most effective ways to build a mystery is to

start with the ending and work backwards.

But not always.

I wish I could give you a formula, but the truth is that every mystery that I

write is different.

And about a third of the way into them, I am invariably convinced that this is

the one that I won't be able to pull off.

Next week, I'd like to see a three-page procedural scene where

your detective tries to get information from someone who'd rather not cooperate.

Have a good weekend.

Okay, game.

Oh, come on, father. One more game, man. We just got started. Right, one more

game and these rigs are gonna be total mush.

Tomorrow, guys.

So, Jessica, have you thought any more about using a priest as a protagonist

for one of your novels?

Well... I suppose I thought that a holy father would have more divine mysteries

to solve. Are you suggesting that Father Brown's mysteries don't work? Or Father

Dowling by Ralph McInerney? Oh, of course not. I think they're wonderful.

And, of course, there's the Brother Cadfail and Sister Mary Helen stories.

And don't forget Veronica Black's Sister Joan. Or Sister Mary Teresa by Monica

Quill. Cheating?

That's a pen name for McInerney, and we had him.

Rabbi Small by Harry Kelman.

Okay, okay, you win.

Anyway, they all go to show that a man or a woman of God can deal with a

secular mystery.

People need to get rid of those dusty old stereotypes of the clergy.

Oh, I agree. The problem is, as a character in a novel, who will believe

that a doctor of philosophy who built a very successful software company became

a parish priest?

Hey, did I ever say it had to be about me?

What's up, Tony?

Well, the verdict's in. The jury's coming back after lunch.

I'll be there.

And so the dramatic murder trial of Mr. Frank Fernandez has ended with his

acquittal. Although branded a slumlord and a killer by the district attorney,

the jury declared him not guilty in the murder of city councilman Roberto

Galvan. Galvan disappeared 11 months ago, leaving behind a devoted family and

hundreds of friends.

Galvan rallied for years against Fernandez and his real estate holdings.

He led a tenant's rent strike.

which ended in several court orders forcing the cleanup and repair of

Fernandez's numerous tenement buildings. And since Galvan's body was never found,

the case against Fernandez was never entirely completed.

There was no body because there was no murder.

I'm gonna rip your face off!

Tony, cool it. Right?

That's what your father taught you? To fight like a street punk?

Make sure he doesn't do anything crazy. Okay, ma'am.

Hey, Tony!

We're gonna be fine.

Well, Mrs. Galvan, you won the first round when you persuaded the DA to bring

this ridiculous case against me.

But now it's over.

I don't have to deal with your fantasies anymore.

Fantasies, Mr.

Fernandez?

We both know the truth, don't we?

I like the new twist ending, Mr. DeMarco. Thank you, Mrs. Fletcher. And

we'll work together on the grammar.

Very colorful characters, Denise.

My family. I took your advice and used a tape recorder.

I like the way you introduce your suspects, Ruth.

Oh,

how did I do?

I enjoyed it, Joseph.

Let's see.

Look, I know how difficult it is to write when your mind is somewhere else.

But I felt that you weren't quite as into it as you usually are.

Yeah, you got that right.

Your protagonist, the boy on the verge of becoming a man, would he be your

brother by any chance?

Tony, yeah.

You know, ever since the verdict, he just seems to get angrier every day.

All right.

Today we're going to talk about research and how we can add texture to your work.

Suppose you want information on stuff that's hard to get, such as, say, rare

poisons? Well, now, this is my personal bibliography of my favorite reference

books and articles that I've assembled over the years.

I've left a copy of it at the research desk as a model so that you can begin to

build your own.

Denise, you asked me about poisons.

Now, the most complete, concise work on the subject is The Toxic Handbook.

Denise, how do you plan to use poison in your story?

Well, it's about my Aunt Ethel from Scotland.

And she's kind of, you know, round.

And she develops this intense hatred for this gorgeous exercise lady in pink

leotards on TV and decides to poison her disgusting protein drink.

How am I doing?

Well, I'm hooked.

Have you decided about the police academy?

Yeah. It scares Mom, but she says, if it's what I want, then just go ahead.

Ruth, I get the feeling that you're not entirely convinced.

Marrying a cop wasn't exactly one of my childhood dreams, Mrs. Fletcher, but

it's Jose's decision.

Hey, babe, go.

A piece of advice, my friend.

Keep your family out of our business.

Sergeant Davis, isn't it? That's right. Good to see you, Mrs. Fletcher. Thank

you.

Jose? Ruth?

Listen, about Raymond Fernandez.

It's nothing.

I would take him seriously if I were you. He's a nasty piece of work.

And we know about him, Sergeant.

Just like we know about his father.

Maybe if you spent a little less time giving out advice and a little more time

investigating, we wouldn't have to worry about either one of them, now would we?

Well, I can't really blame him.

Sergeant, what is your reading of the Fernandez verdict?

Off the record?

Frank Fernandez is a bottom feeder who wouldn't lose five minutes sleep over

killing Roberto Galvan. The truth is, with what little they had, the DA never

should have gone to trial.

The means, motive, and opportunity just weren't enough, not without a corpse or

a smoking gun.

Go in peace, to love, and serve the Lord.

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

I'm glad to see you.

I just want to tell you that I'm proud of you all.

I know you're angry.

But so far you're showing your love for Roberto by sticking together as a

family. Not by doing something crazy that would get you on the wrong side of

the law.

They know better than that.

Their father taught them how to fight a different way.

Through the community, using the system.

Yeah, and look where it got him.

Tony.

Your father helped a lot of people around here.

People that don't have the money or the power to stand up for themselves.

That was his crusade.

And I intend to carry on after him. How do you mean that?

I'm going to be running for his seat on the city council.

Father, that's great.

Absolutely.

We'll back you up all the way.

Part of my platform will be to get Fernandez to clean up his buildings.

And his act.

Then I got some advice for you, padre.

Better start watching over your shoulder.

Those numbers aren't too shabby, are they?

Best cost-earnings ratio we've had in three years.

Well, I got to admit, you gotta be doing something right.

That's nothing you didn't teach me, Pop.

Well, now that my legal distractions are over...

I'll be able to spend more time on the company.

What's the status on the Hudson Street buildings?

All four evictions completed.

But building and safety put cleanup orders on three of them.

Have Delgado get us a restraining order.

Maybe we can get the system to work for us this time.

Have you heard the latest about Father Michael?

You mean about running for Galvin's seat on the city council?

After what happened to Roberto, you'd think he'd know better.

Raymond, that's enough.

Hey, look, all I'm saying is that he may need more than a crucifix and a string

of beads to protect him in the real world.

I don't ever want to hear that again. Got it?

Hey, save it for your tennis, okay?

I don't know, Jessica.

I think maybe I've finally bitten off too much.

Well, it never seemed to bother you before.

Yeah, but this is different.

I mean, the church needs a new roof, new plumbing, a new heating system. I feel

like I'm losing the battle to keep our kids off the streets.

And what it all comes down to is I've got no business running for office.

Michael, if ever there was someone who was equal to all of those challenges and

more, it's you, and you know it.

Hello, Father.

I want to talk to you.

Oh, I was just leaving.

Don't bother, lady. It's nothing personal.

I want you to forget about this borough consul business for your own good.

I'm touched by your concern, but it's a bit late, don't you think?

I won't let you destroy what I worked so many years to build. What, an empire of

substandard housing?

Like you, Father, I feel a need.

Only mine at least keeps them warm in winter and keeps the rain off their

heads. That's not exactly what I've heard.

All right, Michael, let me put it to you another way.

There are people who work for me who seriously do not look forward to your

interference.

You understand what I'm saying?

Tell me something, Frank.

This life you've chosen, does it make you feel good about yourself?

I know I should pray for him.

And yet a big part of me doesn't want to.

Michael.

You and Mr. Fernandez, you're not exactly total strangers, are you?

No, Jessica, we're not.

He's my father.

Michael.

How old were you when you found out that Frank Fernandes was your father?

Ten years old.

But he knew about you.

Oh, yes.

And he never offered to help, financially or otherwise.

Not that she'd have accepted it.

My mother was, well, a very determined woman.

She was still in her teens when I was born.

She put herself through college and became a teacher.

I can certainly see where you get your energy from.

She... told me about my father just before she died.

She warned me to stay away from him.

She told me he could only hurt me.

He never even acknowledged her death.

When he was talking to you just now, I had the feeling that he hadn't come just

to threaten you.

How do you mean?

For a moment, I sensed genuine concern, maybe even regret.

Perhaps.

It's difficult for me to get past all our personal baggage.

He's never even tried to contact me before.

He's always behaved as if I don't exist.

As if Raymond, my half-brother, was his only son.

That's right, Carmen. Just make a list of all of your complaints and we'll

present them at the meeting. Good, I'll see you there. Bye.

Oh, Jessica!

Jose said you might be dropping by. Yes, he told me that the bromeliads have

arrived. Yeah, right here, Mrs. Fletcher. Oh, they're lovely.

Some people tried to buy them this morning, and Mrs. Galvin practically

threw them out of the store.

Ruth, I didn't know you were working here.

I'm moonlighting while I get my degree.

In botanical science, since her trip to the Caribbean, we are stocking plants

that no one else in New York has.

Yeah, and she gets to keep her eye on me.

Well, we've been busier than ever these last few days, but I figure it's as much

a show of support as it is a sudden passion for potted plants.

I'm glad to see that Jose seems to be taking things in stride.

Are you, Maria?

Oh, I don't know, Jessica.

Before Roberto and I were married, I didn't have any trouble making

decisions. But now I feel like I've got to relearn how to think for myself all

over again. That I can identify with.

One thing I know for sure, Roberto isn't ever coming back.

And Frank Fernandez continues to be a slumlord.

I'd make a fortune off people I grew up with.

Look, amigo, next week's not gonna do it. You promise me two keys by Friday.

You deliver scheduled, or I take my business elsewhere. You understand?

What are you doing?

Taking care of business.

Narcotics are not my business.

Hey, lighten up, okay?

Don't you ever tell me what to do, Culebra.

Is this the way you repay me?

Selling drugs right out from my home? Killing children?

Oh, that's rich.

Big-time slumlord gives this kid a morality lecture.

You want to see morality, Pop?

Here's your morality.

You think our deadbeat tenants are suddenly paying their rent on time?

I don't think so.

But they can always scrape together enough dinero for a vial of crack.

Well, it stops now.

Understand? You don't get it, do you, Pop?

You're in a crack house business with both feet.

So you better learn to live with it.

I should call the police.

Yeah, but you won't.

Hello? I thought you'd want to know, Mrs. Fletcher.

Berto Galvan's body turned up this afternoon.

The old West Culver's. The flooding last week must have moved it. Sanitation crew

found it.

Is there evidence that he was murdered?

He was shot in the head. Ballistics has a bullet they're trying to match on

Fernandez's gun. It looks like he was killed about the time he disappeared.

Thank you, Sergeant.

But I'm not sure why you called me about this.

I'm going to see the Galvan family in the morning.

Yes? Look, I'm kind of . They're concerned about how they're gonna take

it, especially the boys.

And well, they seem to listen to you, so I thought that maybe... I'll be there,

Sergeant. Eight o'clock.

Come on, Sergeant.

And did the bullet that killed my father come from Fernandez's gun?

Ballistic says yes.

Well, then we got him, right?

I'm afraid not. What are you talking about?

Talking about double jeopardy.

Well, what the hell is that?

It's part of our Constitution, Tony. I mean, once someone has been tried for a

crime and found to be not guilty, he can't be tried again for the same crime,

even if there's new evidence.

I don't believe I'm hearing this.

You mean he goes free?

He's been acquitted. That's it.

Look, the DA wants Fernandez as much as you do, as much as I do. But even if we

can prove he's the shooter, there's nothing that we can do about it. Yeah,

well, maybe there's something we can do about it. I'll hold it. You listen to

me, and you listen good.

Any of you try to even this up and I'll come after you as hard as I'd go after

him.

You know, Jessica, it was all my fault.

Maria, this started with Roberto's murder. You can't blame yourself for

that. No, but I'm the one who pushed for the indictment.

I stirred the neighborhood until the district attorney had no choice but to

go to trial.

If he had waited, Fernandez would have been convicted.

That's not necessarily true. Even if he could be brought to trial now, there's

no guarantee that they could actually prove that he pulled the trigger.

You know, it's ironic. Robert always said to me, it's always one person who

can make all the difference.

And I certainly did do that.

Well, it was the wrong one.

None of it would have brought him back.

I guess that's what a lot of it was about, wasn't it?

No, come on, Lou. Tell me what. What's wrong?

I'm worried about you. That's what's wrong.

Tony does all the talking and you don't say anything.

I know inside you're all torn up. What about my father, Ruth?

That's not true.

You don't think I know you so good?

Know the way you think?

Jose, if you love me, please, I beg you, just

don't do anything to get yourself in trouble, okay?

I won't, Ruth.

Now you got it wrong, okay?

I promise.

Here you go.

Hey. Hey, Remo. What you got, man?

Manny, let me ask you a question.

Yeah. Suppose I told you you could have anything you want.

The Galvan brothers?

Now, how did I know that?

Man, I thought you'd never ask me.

Ma, there's nothing we can do now.

Jose, it's not good keeping it all bottled up inside like that. Okay, Ma,

I'm angry.

Is that what you want to hear?

But it's too late.

Mrs. Fletcher's right. The law's the law. There's nothing we can do now. If

we do something now, we are no better than Fernandez, Ma.

Is that what our father taught you?

You're just going to sit there and take it?

Look, what I don't need from you, Rambo, is mouthing off.

Yeah?

Well, it's not all just talk, hermano.

I'll see you around.

Tony, I don't want you going out. Not like this.

If there was ever a time when I needed my sons around me, it's now.

Go on upstairs, and we'll have dinner in a few minutes.

Rambo. I got your Rambo. Yeah, you talk.

Nothing's gonna happen to you. I just want to talk to your boys. Where are

they? I don't know.

Don't let her move.

Hey, wait, wait, wait.

Sherman's gonna be all right? Yeah, you heard him. The one us.

Here, put this on. You're gonna freeze.

Look, I'm gonna go back, and I'm gonna make sure that she's okay. You stay out

of sight. Okay? And out of trouble. You understand?

Go on.

They're gone.

Tell them if they're smart, they'll stay gone.

Hold it, Raymond.

Let me tell you something.

You touch either one of my boys, and I will kill you myself.

Get off of me.

What are you doing here? I want you to call off your stronghold. I don't know

what you're talking about.

The Galvan brothers made open threats against my father. We have the right to

protect ourselves.

You sent him after them.

They're just boys.

Don't you read the paper? Even 10-year-olds are packing guns.

Look!

Hasn't there been enough killing?

Put it away, Raymond.

Raymond, put it away.

I promise you, there'll be no more violence.

Explain yourself.

Hey, it's not as putting the fear of God into them. You got a problem with that?

I mean, either one of them could get crazy enough to take a shot at you. And

even if they don't, what happens to our honor if we let them go around bad

-mouthing us?

Honor? Where does a drug dealer get off talking about honor?

Get out there and call your hoods off. Now!

Before it's too late.

Church of St. Julian, how can I help you?

This is your father.

I want to come and see you. Why?

I want to speak to my priest.

I want to confess my sins.

Can I come in an hour?

An hour?

Yes.

I'll be here.

I thought you had gone home.

I was waiting for a phone call.

So you're, uh, gonna really let it all hang out, huh?

I have to make my peace.

With God and with my son.

You think either one of them will forgive you?

They'll have to decide that for themselves.

Raymond, I gave you everything you ever asked for.

Love, money, and what did you give me?

Shame and contempt.

God help me.

Tonight I finally looked into myself.

And I hated what I saw.

Who knows?

Maybe in the few years I have left, I'll be able to make it up to Michael.

What I'm sure is that I want you out of my sight.

And out of my life.

When you go, leave your key.

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

me, Michael, for I have sinned.

Michael. I heard about it on the radio.

Are you all right?

He died trying to make his peace with God.

We were going to meet in the confessional, but I got an emergency

sick call.

When I got here, he was dying.

Father Michael.

When were you last in the confessional booth, the one that your father would

have used?

About 7 in the evening.

What's going on?

It was a heart attack, wasn't it?

Could you give me a minute, Mrs. Fletcher?

Do you remember seeing that stain at 7 p.m.? No.

We'll get a sample and send it to the lab.

Thanks, Father.

What was that all about?

I think it's occurred to Sergeant Davis that your father may not have died of

natural causes.

It's Fletcher.

Tony, no.

Give me that gun. Look, just stay away from me. Look, you're only going to make

things much worse. Maybe, but I need protection.

Listen to me.

Frank Fernandez died 45 minutes ago right here in this church.

He died?

Always murdered.

How long have you been here?

It wasn't a heart attack that killed Frank Fernandez.

Look, this is off the record for now, but we hit paydirt with the stain.

The lab managed to isolate traces of a couple of alkaloid poisons from plants

that grow in Jamaica.

Lobo leaf and anisicla wolfia.

Would you happen to know anything about them?

Well, only that in combination, they're lethal.

And inhaled as a vapor, they quickly paralyze the respiratory system. I mean,

the symptoms resemble a heart attack. Yeah. And according to the lab guys,

they're virtually untraceable in the body.

Now, another thing.

Both plants can be bought at the Galvan store.

Oh, but I'm sure it's sold in other plant stores.

Sure, but how many of them you figure have two sons and an employee missing?

Ruth Nelson.

Plus Jose and Tony.

Now, Raymond told us that his old man only made the date with Father Michael

about an hour before he died.

Well, then how could any of them have known that Frank Fernandez was going to

be there? Come on, Mrs. Fletcher. They could have had him staked out and

followed him to the church.

Tell me something.

Was exotic poisons ever one of the topics in your extension class?

Oh, over the past several weeks, yes. I talked about poisons in general.

Well, the lab tells me there are a half dozen books that cover poisons pretty

thoroughly. Did you happen to mention any one book specifically?

Yes. The Toxic Handbook by Milner. It's available in the University Library.

Thank you very much, Mrs. Fletcher. I'll be in touch.

Michael.

I brought you a gift for your church.

$25,000.

In memory of our father.

I can't accept this.

What, are you crazy?

This could help you save some kids from the streets, for God's sakes. Raymond, I

know where this comes from.

It wouldn't be right.

You're making a big mistake, Padre. Maybe.

So our father dies in your own confessional, and you won't even accept

a tribute to him. Is this this Christian forgiveness you people are so famous

for? Christian forgiveness?

No, it isn't, Raymond.

But I'm afraid there are some things I can't forgive.

Sergeant Davis, could I speak to you for a minute? Of course. Come in, Mrs.

Galvin. Father Michael said that you were looking for Joe and Tony in church

today.

That's right. Did they come home?

No.

He also told me that last night you thought maybe Fernandez didn't have a

heart attack.

Today we got proof that he was murdered.

What does that have to do with my sons?

Well, I don't know yet.

but Tony was seen at the church just after the murder, and Jose may have had

access to... Excuse me.

I had my people check out a book over at the university library, a book that Mrs.

Fletcher recommended to her mystery-writing students. It's called

The Toxic Handbook, and it describes exactly the kind of poisons that killed

Frank Fernandez.

According to this, the only one of her students who ever signed it out was your

son, Jose.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Galvan. I'm gonna have to put out an APP.

Well, that won't be necessary.

That's what I came here to tell you.

While Jose had that book at home, I... I made some notes from it.

I killed Frank Fernandez.

Jessica, I'm so glad you're here.

I don't know what to do.

They picked up Jose early this morning. Listen, Maria, what you tried to do was

very brave.

But not very smart.

When Sergeant Davis asked me what poisons I had used, I could only guess,

and I was wrong.

Well, have you spoken to Jose? Yes, he'd been hiding out at a bus bar nowhere in

the Bronx.

But he swears he hasn't been near that church.

Did anyone see him the night of the murder? Not that he knows of. But he

insists he never checked that book out of the library.

But according to the police, he signed for it.

Unless... Excuse me, Maria. What is it, Jessica?

I've got the sign-out sheet right here, Mrs. Fletcher. But I thought the

students used library cards.

Well, you know these kids.

Sometimes they forget their cards, so we allow them to sign for the books

instead. Here we go. Jose Galvan.

That's what I showed the police.

Do you recall seeing him sign it? No, not really.

We get hundreds of students a day in here. Any one of us could have handled

this. But if a student didn't have a card, you'd want to check to see that he

was registered. That's right.

Galvan.

There he is.

Oh, so he is.

Thank you.

Oh, just one other thing.

Um... Would you happen to know if the toxic handbook has been returned?

We'll know in a minute.

Yes, it has.

May I borrow it?

I have my card.

Jessica, Ruth has told me something in confidence.

I can't repeat it, of course, but I've persuaded her to at least speak with

you.

Ruth?

I knew it was in him to do something, and I begged him not to.

I promise.

Mrs. Fletcher, I was in the church the night Frank Fernandez was murdered.

I can't.

Ruth,

whether or not you say any more to me, the police are certainly going to want

to question you.

I mean, you can refuse to cooperate, you can lie, but for how long?

Mrs. Fletcher, I saw everything.

I saw the murder.

And I saw who did it.

It was Jose.

I don't believe it. His own fiancé?

Maria, I hate to say this, but things seem to be going from bad to worse.

Now, she admits that she never saw his face.

So why does she think it was Jose? What do you say? Well, according to Ruth, the

killer was wearing Jose's jacket. You know, the St. Julian jacket with the eye

missing on the back?

Now, I saw Tony wearing that jacket not long after the murder.

Jessica, are you telling me that you think Tony killed Frank Fernandez? Oh,

of course not. All I'm trying to say is that it's unfortunate that they're both

under suspicion.

Oh, God in heaven. This is worse than my worst nightmare.

Look, Maria, I don't want to get your hopes up, but things may not be as bad

as they seem.

Tell me, you carry the Lobel and Aniciclo Wolf here, don't you? The

Lobel, yeah, it's there, and I have the Aniciclo over by the fern.

Ruth found exporters for both when she was in Jamaica. What does that have to

do with anything?

Look, is it possible that you could identify someone who might have

purchased it here recently?

No. It's too inexpensive and common. We don't keep records.

Well, what about the other plant stores?

The same.

Ma.

Ma?

I just heard. Is it true?

The arrest will say?

Tony, I want the truth.

Did you kill Frank Fernandez?

Me? Hell no.

I wanted to.

But... Nobody would sell me any bullets for that stupid gun.

Tony, have you been wearing that jacket all the time?

Yeah, why?

No, forget it, all of you.

Look, I've got Ruth's statement that she saw Jose.

Jose cannot account for his whereabouts to time of death.

He hated Fernandez for killing his father, and he learned all about poisons

in your class, Mrs. Fletcher.

The only thing I don't have is a confession, and that's just a matter of

time. That's it, Sergeant.

What? What's it?

Confession. Sergeant, Frank Fernandez was poisoned in the confessional, but he

died outside it in the church proper.

Yeah? So?

Yeah, but the newspaper reports never said anything about the confessional.

Well, that's right. We never give all the details to the press. Then it

couldn't have been Jose that Ruth saw that night.

Well, wait a minute.

Sergeant, I think I know who committed the murder.

I've got to hand it to you, Sergeant.

You nailed Jose Galvan in record time.

Now, what can I do for you?

Well, Ray, Mrs. Fletcher thinks she's got an insider, too. I didn't think

you'd mind if she ran him past you.

Like I said, I think it's high time we got this community back together.

Anyone care for a drink?

No, thank you.

Oh, I think that the community will be celebrating, Mr. Fernandez, after you're

behind bars for the murder of your father.

Wait a minute. This is some kind of joke, right?

No. Unfortunately, it's not.

You concocted a rather elaborate plot to kill your father and frame Jose Galvez.

Get her out of here. Put a sock in it, Raymond.

She's just getting into it.

You relied on two things to frame Jose.

First, there was the jacket Jose always wore, the one with the missing letter.

The second element was my writing class, in which Jose was enrolled.

You're reaching, Mrs. Fletcher. Am I?

You knew we'd been researching various methods of murder.

Including the use of deadly exotic poisons, the kind that are difficult to

trace? And how would I have known that?

By dating one of my students, Denise Dillard, who was terribly flattered by

your interest in her and her writing, and didn't realize your sole purpose was

to stay on top of the subjects that we were covering.

Based on what she told you, you went to the library and signed out the toxic

handbook, but you signed as Jose Galvan.

And that was your first mistake.

I remembered that he never used Jose on any of his papers.

Galvan. Signing his work with a pen name Joseph Galvan. Jose had anglicized his

name. Which still has nothing to do with me.

It might not have, except that you pointed the finger at yourself.

The police hadn't revealed that your father was poisoned in the confessional,

but when you talked to Michael in the gym, you knew it.

So our father dies in your own confessional, and you won't even accept

a tribute to him?

Only the killer would have been under the impression that that's where he

died. And we fished this out of your car trunk, along with a briefcase full of

cocaine. Hey, I mean, that's legal search and seizure. Don't worry, we've

got a warrant.

The jacket was your second mistake.

It's a duplicate of Jose's, down to the missing I in Julian.

You wore it when you murdered your father.

What you couldn't have known was that that night, Jose had given the jacket to

his brother.

It's all circumstantial, and you know it.

Besides, why would I kill my own father?

Because you knew that sooner or later he'd admit that it was you who had

murdered Roberto Galvan. Hey, hey, hey, you're one crazy lady. You know that.

Your father couldn't be retried for it, but his testimony could convict you.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. There is no way that you can prove that I did

this. Yeah, but we don't have to prove that you killed Galvan.

Forensics found your prints all over the toxic handbook. You're going down for

your father's murder.

Roberto Galvan found out I was dealing drugs and came to my house.

Threatened to go to the cops if I didn't stop.

I went after him to scare him off, but he started arguing.

That's when I did it.

With your father's gun?

Yeah, I, uh... He said he'd protect me, but, um...

I knew that there were limits.

A man who was willing to spend the rest of his life in prison just to save your

worthless butt.

You're a hell of a son, Raymond.

How's the press release coming?

It's all done.

I'll get it copied. Since Maria took over as my campaign manager, things have

been going great.

Well, we need some more envelopes.

You know, there's one thing that worries me about all this, Michael.

What's that? Well, when you're elected, it'll make you even less believable as a

fictitious character.