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No!

No!

Details of the brutal
slaying of Page Forrester

at the Forrester's Baker Beach
retreat are still sketchy.

Her husband, John C. Forrester,
has been rushed to St. Paul's Clinic.

Times-Lofton Publishing empire,
founded by her grandfather in 1876.

She was a prominent socialite...

- I'm District Attorney Krasny.
- Yes, sir, Mr. Krasny.

- What are you doing outside?
- Needed air.

You got a lot of
headlines in there.

It's a forced rear-entry window
at the back. We're upstairs.

It's the maid.

Consuela Martinez.

That's Page Forrester.

Christ.

We got multiple
stab wounds.

The wounds are jagged.
The blade must have some serration.

I'll know much more tomorrow.
Cause of death is obvious.

Where was Forrester?

Over here.
He comes in, he gets hit, blacks out.

He comes to and goes
upstairs and finds them.

- And saw what?
- The bodies.

- Where is he now?
- St. Paul's Clinic.

There he is.

- Mr. Krasny, was she raped?
- Is it a ritual killing?

- Were they both stabbed?
- We have no comment.

Mr. Krasny...

- We have no comment.
- Oh, give us something.

No sign of sperm.

No evidence of any
real sexual pattern,

apart from the specific
wounds we found on the wife.

The knife used
was a heavy blade,

6 inches long with a
serrated upper edge.

I'm betting a hunting knife.

The rope you could
buy at any Safeway.

There were no prints found except
Forrester's, his wife's and the maid's.

The blood on Forrester's clothes was
that of the wife's, but not the maid's.

What about his head wound?

No concussion.
Some bleeding. Blunt object.

Come on, Al.
You know what I'm asking you.

Possibly, self-inflicted.

Got it.
Everything was in her name.

The corporate stuff,
the personal stuff, everything.

I mean,
she owned the guy.

He was an employee,
and you know what? He gets it all.

Jack Forrester is the
direct beneficiary

of all of Page Forrester's
corporate and personal assets.

You really think he could've
done that to his own wife?

What the hell is that, you murder
your wife to take the money?

That is the oldest
crime in the world.

Only you're real smart,

so you make it look like some
fucking Charlie Manson did it.

You want people to say,

"Jesus, you think he could've
done that to his own wife?"

If I was gonna kill my wife...

that's the way I'd do it.

Mr. Forrester, why didn't you go out
to the beach house with your wife?

I had dinner at
the Union Club,

then I went back to the paper and
checked on the Sunday editorials.

You don't write those
yourself, do you?

I didn't think editors
wrote their own editorial.

Sometimes they do.

- Did you write the ones about me?
- Yes, I insisted on writing all of those.

Is that relevant here?
The editorials I wrote on Mr. Krasny.

- I was just going to object to that.
- Objection sustained.

I was just curious,
that's all.

Page... was a... woman of great
generosity and compassion.

I think the thing I'll miss
about my sister the most

is her great sense of resolve.

Page always did whatever
she set out to do.

I'll miss her more than
I know how to say.

Thank you.

Nice service.

Krasny.

- Now?
- Yes.

He's gonna ride my
ass into the Senate.

- He can't do that, you're innocent.
- The fuck he can't.

You've been coming
here for weeks,

putting the best apples on top
of the barrel. I'm not buying it.

You say you were happy?
You ever argue? Any problems?

We've been over
and over this.

And we're gonna go over it
again and again and again.

Frank, there's no need
to badger Mr. Forrester.

Right, counselor?

I'm not trying to
get you to admit

you whacked your wife
around on a daily basis.

I wanna know if
you ever argued.

I never said we didn't
have arguments.

- So you argued.
- What did you argue about?

I told you. I told you,
we had the usual arguments.

- We were married.
- Mr. Arnold needs to speak to you.

I thought you had the only perfect
marriage in the state of California.

Fine, Mr. Fabrizi, let's get back
to the bit about the lockers.

The club gives me a passkey,
so I go through them.

The members don't
even know I been there.

I seen all their stuff,
their rubbers and everything.

So that's when I saw it.

- The knife?
- Yeah, the knife.

- When did you see it?
- When?

Right after New
Year's last year.

They like me to go in at the beginning
of the year and clean them out.

Start the year off with
clean assholes, right? Excuse me.

They let you clean
out private lockers?

They trust me. I've been
working for them for 20 years.

Mr. Fabrizi,
what kind of knife did you see?

A hunting knife, about 6 inches long,
with a jag on the edge.

How'd you know it
was Forrester's locker?

Because it was numbered 122,
and that's his number.

Right after I saw it
I thought to myself:

"Jeez, I didn't know
Mr. Forrester was a hunter. "

So it kind of made me feel good,
you know?

That he was a hunter.
You know what I mean?

Yeah,
I know what you mean.

- I'm getting tired of this, Andrew.
- Look. Admit it. She owned you.

- I'm getting tired of this.
- We're all getting tired of it.

We've been doing
this too long.

I had no quarrel with the financial
structure of the company.

Do you hunt, Mr. Forrester?

What?

Have you ever been hunting?

- No.
- Do you own a hunting knife?

- No.
- What the fuck is going on?

Have you ever been in possession
of a hunting knife?

No.

I'm giving you a
chance to cop a plea.

You think I killed my wife?
Prove it.

You're under arrest

for the murders of Page Forrester
and Consuela Martinez.

Frank, read him his rights.

You have the right
to remain silent.

If you give up that right,
anything you say

can be used against you
in a court of law.

Your Honor, Mr. Forrester is the
editor of The San Francisco Times

and the president
of Times-Lofton Publishing.

He is, however, charged with
two capital-offense felonies.

Your Honor, the charges are based
purely on circumstantial evidence.

Mr. Forrester has no
prior criminal record.

I don't expect him to
flee the jurisdiction.

Fine. Then set bail of
$500,000 will stand.

I've made calls back East.
We're gonna get a heavy hitter.

I don't want anybody from out of town.
I don't wanna contribute to the circus.

Your firm has
got to handle it.

We're corporate lawyers,
we can barely handle a hearing.

- Jack, got something for us?
- What do you think?

I'm innocent.
That's all I can say.

What do you think
about Krasny?

We have no further comment.

Come on, Jack! Doesn't this have
something to do with the Senate race?

No further comment.

Look, my paper has been critical of
Mr. Krasny's conduct as district attorney.

That's no secret.
He's an ambitious guy.

He's got big political aspirations. So you
can draw your own conclusions. Excuse me.

- Here he comes.
- No comments at this time. Please, folks.

This is going to be
a show trial.

We've only got one person
who's had criminal experience.

- Who is he?
- She.

And she hasn't practiced
criminal law for four years.

- She any good?
- Yes, she was a very good prosecutor.

She worked for Krasny.

Teddy, are you familiar with
the Jack Forrester case?

I go out of my way not to be
familiar with criminal cases.

Jack would like to speak to
you about representing him.

I'm in the middle of a case.

I think whatever the case is,
it can wait.

Oh, yes. Teddy...

There is nothing in the world that will
make me go back to criminal work.

You know the decision I made.

There's nothing in
the world I'd like less

than to lose Jack Forrester
as a client.

Teddy, you know the affection
that I've always had for you.

And nothing would
please me more

than one day being able to speak
to you as one of my partners.

So, please, do an old man
a personal kindness.

Speak to him.

Who lives here anyway,
Joe Montana?

I told you, a guy
called Jack Forrester.

He killed his wife,
I saw it on TV.

He allegedly killed his wife.

That means he's gonna
get away with it.

So how do I look?

- Weird.
- Weird.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Mr. Forrester is
expecting you.

No, I agree, but the murders
happened over two months ago.

There's no leads because
Krasny's locked into me.

Excuse me,
I'll be right with you.

Look, I'll tell you what I'm
gonna do at the meeting.

All right, listen,
I've gotta go.

I'll be home all evening, so if you
need me, you can catch me here.

All right.
Bye.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Glad you came.
- Nice to meet you.

Nice meeting you. We met at a party,
five or six years ago.

You probably don't remember.

- Do you like horses?
- Yeah, very much.

Come on.

- Andrew spoke to you?
- Yes, he did.

And?

The problem is I don't
do criminal work anymore.

Yes, I know. He told me.
I was hoping you'd reconsider.

I didn't kill my wife.

I didn't ask you if you did.

If you represented me,
you would.

I'd ask about the case they had
against you. I'd wanna win my case.

You win all your cases
when you were a prosecutor?

Yes, I won every one.

Is that why you wanted
me to represent you?

Yes, and because you're a woman,
and because you're good.

You know what
Krasny's capable of.

Thanks, Karen.

All right, let's show her
what you got. Come on.

I love this beauty.
He was Page's pride and joy.

Isn't he beautiful?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

The oldest equine species,
the most beautiful.

Perfectly tempered.

It makes men imperious
to sit on a horse.

Oliver Wendell Holmes, right?

Well, he was wrong.

Look at his legs.

Shows how vulnerable
we all are.

What's this lead Krasny
we're running Sunday?

It's a profile. Reviews his career,
looks at the Senate race.

- The Senate race is nine months away.
- I just thought now would be...

Look, folks.
I don't want any slant,

any bias on our coverage of my case
or of Krasny. Do you hear me?

I put my nuts into this paper
for 15 years.

I want routine objective coverage.

I'm gonna be taking a leave
of absence till my trial's over.

Carl's gonna be
running things.

I'm gonna miss you.

Thank you.

You know how much I'm
gonna miss these machines?

- Good evening, Mrs. Barnes.
- Good evening.

- Is Mr. Barnes here?
- Yes. Right through there.

- Hi.
- Sorry I'm late.

We went to the zoo.

David's been after me
for weeks.

Damn, I was gonna take him
to the zoo next weekend.

Oh, well.
We'll just do something else.

I'm starving.

Did I hear something about
you and the Forrester case?

You heard wrong.

Matthew,
remember Tom Krasny?

May I?

I think you should
take the case.

- Think of the fun we'll have.
- It wouldn't be any fun.

Maybe you're right.

Too bad about Styles.

What?

You remember Henry Styles.

He's dead.

What?

I'm sorry.

You didn't know.

He hanged himself.

When?

Day before yesterday.

I don't know how
you figure it.

Teddy and I send this guy
to the joint four years ago,

he's halfway to his parole hearing,
he hangs himself.

You take care.

Good night.

When's Bridget
gonna be back?

Bridget is coming...
She's coming back tomorrow.

What's for dinner?

What do you want?
I'll cook you anything.

Oh, God, Mom.
You can't cook.

Neither can Bridget.

Oh, yes, she can.

I thought you liked Bridget.

She farts too much.

- Well, so do you.
- At least it's not atom bombs.

- Did you finish your homework?
- Yes.

- Was Dad here last night?
- Mm-hm.

He was?
Why didn't he wake us?

He kissed you when
you were asleep.

- Bye, Mom.
- Bye-bye, honey.

David?

David.

David?

Can I have my kiss?

Tell him to wake me next time.

I will.

- Bye, Mom.
- Bye-bye.

Have a good day.

Bye-bye.

Mrs. Styles.

You have no place here.

Wait a goddamn minute!

Teddy.

Christ.

You look like a real broad.
Come over here.

Oh, it's good to see you.

Come on in.
Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Teddy, I'm a busted tire,
for chrissake.

My lungs are shot.

I can't even piss straight.

You were the best investigator
the DA's office ever had.

- A long time ago.
- Four years.

I know the fuck how
long ago it was.

Henry Styles.

Dumb fucking asshole.
He hanged himself.

I know.

I know you know.
You're here, aren't you?

Forrester isn't Styles, right?

Okay, let's say the son
of a bitch didn't do it.

- You're never gonna get him off.
- If he didn't do it, I'll get him off.

Why don't you stop
the horseshit, Teddy?

I don't give a flying fuck
how much money he's got.

Rich guy like Forrester, where the hell
is he gonna find a jury of his peers?

He's gonna get people who
hate him for what he's got.

If he didn't do it...

I'll get him off.

Forget Styles, will you?
Forget him.

You're gonna eat yourself
alive with that guilt you got.

I can't forget him,
and neither can you.

- The fuck I can't!
- I'm responsible and so are you.

Like hell I am!

Tom Krasny is responsible!

And fuck Styles, and fuck you
and your goddamned guilt.

I'll take the case
on one condition.

If you lie to me, if I think you're guilty,
I'm gonna drop out.

That's not a
professional attitude.

I have no problem with that.
I'm not gonna lie to you.

Okay.

I want Sam to have access to all your
personal and corporate correspondence.

Your financial records, your wife's records,
everything. Absolute access.

You've got it.

We've got four
months till the trial.

I don't want you out in public.
I don't wanna see you in the paper.

Look as though your life
has been shattered.

My life has been shattered.

Andrew, I don't want visible support
from the firm unless I ask for it.

I wanna sit alone, not with
a team of high-priced lawyers.

The jury will like that.

- I like her.
- Yeah? She pisses me off.

Nice to meet you.

- Very happy.
- See you tomorrow.

- Andrew?
- Be back in a moment.

- So, what do you think?
- What the fuck do I know?

Did your mother ever wash
your mouth out with soap?

Yeah, but it didn't do
any fucking good.

What if he passes
the polygraph test?

- How you gonna know if he's lying?
- I'll know.

Teddy, a guy like him,
you never know.

I'm representing Jack Forrester.

Is he finally gonna
cop a plea?

Go ahead.
I'm a reasonable man, I'll listen.

I don't want any problems
with discovery.

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

If you hold anything back on me,
I'm gonna bust your ass wide open.

- You talk to your clients this way?
- I mean it, Tom.

It is unprofessional conduct for
a prosecutor to fail to disclose...

- I know the words, Teddy.
- I'm not gonna let it happen again.

You prosecuted Styles with
me and you did a good job.

The jury found him guilty.

He had a rap sheet
as long as my dick.

I'm gonna nail
you to the wall.

I'll see you in court, counselor.

Consuela...

Consuela's door was open.

What could you see?

Blood.

I ran to our room.

Was the door closed?

No.

Open it.

- I can't.
- What did you see?

That word on the wall.

And the rope. Her hands
and her feet were tied.

There was blood all around her
breasts and all over the bed.

She didn't have
any clothes on.

Between her legs, the blood.
Oh, God.

How did you meet her?

We met at Stanford.

We met at this party,
I didn't even know her name.

Glad I didn't. I never would've
had the nerve to talk to her.

Then a couple of years later, we ran
into each other at the country club.

I wasn't a member, but I used to

go in and use their pool
every once in a while.

Then we got married.

I started working
for the paper.

I used to...

bring coffee around to everybody.
I hated that shit.

Worked in Advertising-Circulation.

Got to know everything
about the company.

Her father liked me.

Why didn't you ever
have any children?

God, that's the biggest
mistake we ever made.

Were you faithful to her?

You know how many times
Krasny asked me that?

Yes, I was faithful to her.

Except for a short period,
a long time ago.

Wasn't even an affair, really.
It was a series of one-night stands.

The girl went back to France.

It didn't even last a month.

You'll have to tell
me all about her.

Yeah, I'll send you all the details,
times, dates, restaurants.

You want the motel room numbers?
I may have forgotten those.

You're divorced,
aren't you?

Yeah.

Were you faithful to him?

Really?

Really.

Was she faithful to you?

- Yeah, as far as I know.
- What does that mean?

It means, as far as I know.

I didn't kill her.

I know you didn't.

No, you don't.

You just wanna get closer
to have a better look.

What you doing, Mom?

Oh, homework.
Nothing much.

I could sure use a hug, though.

Oh, you're such
a good hugger.

- Really?
- Really.

Mom?

What?

Do you ever...?

Do you ever think about
boys and all that stuff?

Sometimes.

Do you ever think
about it with Dad?

Sometimes.

Mom?

I liked it when Dad was
here the other night.

I miss him, Mom.

- Give me the bottom line, Dan.
- The bottom line?

A straight, solid graph.
The machine loves him.

He's telling the truth.

Or he's a kind of ice cube
even the machine can't melt.

Is he psychopathic?
No.

But he's manipulative.

He didn't get where he is
without being manipulative.

Neither did I, neither did you.

But did he do that bloodbath?

I don't know.

But if you're asking me whether
I think he's capable of doing that,

I saw nothing that would
lead me to that conclusion.

Sam, come on in.

Thank you, doctor.
I'll call you later.

All right, I've 832 got pages

signed, sealed and delivered
by Thomas Krasny, Esquire.

The People v. John C. Forrester.

It really took Krasny two
months to put this together?

Chrissake, he's got him
tied to that fucking knife.

No, he doesn't.

He has a janitor who claims to
have seen a knife in a locker.

- Next best thing, isn't it?
- Nope. It's not good enough.

It's circumstantial.

Krasny doesn't have the knife.
The janitor isn't identifying it.

What about this friend of his wife's,
this Virginia Howell?

It's hearsay coming
from one witness, Sam.

Kathy, would you get Mr. Forrester on
the phone for me, please? Thank you.

Krasny's too smart.

Holding something back. That son
of a bitch has gotta have more.

Teddy, I gotta tell you,

I been watching this
guy for months now.

Do you wanna know what I think?
What I really think?

What do you think?

He killed her.

Hi.

He's got a witness who saw a hunting
knife in your locker at the country club.

I figured something like that.
It's complete bullshit.

- May I use your phone?
- Yeah.

He described it.
He said it was 6 inches long...

I never had any kind
of knife in my locker.

Why would he be lying?

All I can tell you
is it never happened.

Did you always
wanna be a lawyer?

I always wanted to be a prosecutor.
My dad was a cop.

What'd I get myself into?

- You want some more of this?
- No, thank you.

You're a very pretty lady.

She thinks, "Maybe he did do it.
It sounds like he's coming on to me. "

You like to play games,
don't you?

Racquetball.
I play every day.

- I used to play.
- We should play. You're still in shape.

- I don't play games with my clients.
- Yeah, you do.

Tell me about Virginia Howell.

She's a real bitch.

She says your wife told her
she was gonna divorce you.

We can blow her right out of the water.
You want some coffee?

Yeah. When you come back,
I wanna know exactly how.

When I come back,
I'll tell you exactly how.

Hello, Mr. Fabrizi?
Teddy Barnes.

How do you know
it was this locker?

Because right after I saw it, I put it
together that it was Mr. Forrester's,

and it stuck in my head
that he had it.

Is there any possibility
that it wasn't this locker?

Lady, listen.
I like Mr. Forrester.

I wished to Christ I'd
never seen the damn thing.

Now, you ask me if I think
Mr. Forrester killed his wife,

I'd say, "No way Mr. Forrester
would ever do a thing like that. "

But, lady, you ask me if the knife
I saw was in the locker here,

I say, "Hell yes, the son of
a bitch was right up there. "

I'm telling you now,
I see this trial degenerating

and I'll hit you like a freight train
roaring down the High Sierra.

We've got a man's life at stake here.
Not headlines, not careers.

Either of you have anything
you wanna share?

- No, Your Honor.
- Yes, Your Honor. I'm not satisfied

the prosecution is complying
with its discovery obligations.

I have complied, Your Honor.

Do you have any evidence
Mr. Krasny has not complied

with his discovery obligations?

No, Your Honor.

Then what do you base
your allegation on?

On my past association with
Mr. Krasny, Your Honor.

Cite the case.

I held something back?

Cite the case, Teddy.

I hope I don't have to
say this to you again,

but you don't question
ethics in my chamber

unless you have the
evidence to support you.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Yes, Your Honor.

Why didn't you cite
the case, Teddy?

You could've gotten
disbarred before the trial.

Do you realize how
much I admired you?

Never got me anywhere
with you, did it?

What about Forrester?

You like him any better?

Yeah.

I like him a lot better.

Why don't you cite the case?
Put it all on the line.

The People v. Henry Styles.
Case number 26022.

You got me. Come on,
you can catch me. Watch out.

You can do it.

I'm not sure I want to.

Yes, you do.
Come on.

See, it's a cinch.
Hey, where you going?

I'm getting you now.

Whoa.

- Well, you ride very well.
- Thank you.

That was wonderful.
I loved it.

You're not going anywhere.

You left your lights on.

- I'll get a jumper.
- Why don't you just take me home?

First time I saw you,
I wondered.

You did too, didn't you?

No.

You liar.

Dad?

David.

Sorry.

Good night.

- Good night.
- Good night.

You got another one of
these crank letters today.

- Hello.
- Hi, Teddy.

- Matthew.
- Uh, David called from school.

He was a little upset.

Matthew, nothing happened.

Well, that's not
what David said.

It's just so difficult. If I like someone,
I'd like to be able to invite him home.

I'll talk to David when they
come this weekend. Man to man.

Thanks.

Bye.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Got another one.
- Yeah? Are all the T's slightly raised?

Yeah.

I had the last one analyzed.

Told me it was typed
on a 1942 Corona.

It's a big help, isn't it?

How you doing with the knife?

Striking out,
that's how I'm doing.

How are you doing
with our killer?

- I like him.
- You like him.

He wants you to like him.

The more you like him
the harder you'll work.

I know that, Sam.

I'm just reminding you,
sweetheart.

- I can't.
- Yeah, you can.

- No...
- Let it go.

- I can't.
- Yes, you can.

I'm at a friend's house.

Jen, I gotta go,
all right, darling?

Okay, I love you too.
Bye-bye.

I make a great Denver omelet.

I have to go.

I know.

Look,
I hope you don't think...

It's okay, Teddy.

Really, it is.

I want you to sit close to
me in court tomorrow.

I think you should help
me carry my things.

Might as well take advantage of the
fact that a woman is defending you.

The jury's gonna be watching
every move that we make,

so body language
is really impor...

Wear a blue suit.

Juries like blue suits.

Anything else?

- Here they come.
- There they are.

Look, there they are, there.

They're across the street,
come on.

- All right, let's go. Come on.
- They're over here.

Jack, this way.

Any new developments
in the case?

Hear ye, hear ye.

Superior Court for the county of
San Francisco is now in session.

The Honorable Clark
Carrigan presiding.

The facts in this
case are simple.

The people will prove that on the
night of June 12th of this year,

the defendant,
John C. Forrester,

brutally murdered his
wife and his wife's maid.

The murders were in cold blood
with malice aforethought.

And he did it out
of lust and greed.

His greed for money
and his lust for power.

Finally,
the people will prove

that John C. Forrester was,
in fact, living a lie.

That behind the facade
of all the dinners

and all the charity events
he and his wife attended,

their marriage was crumbling.

The people will prove that if
Page Forrester divorced him,

it would have meant the
end of his prestigious career.

The end, in fact,
of his livelihood.

We will prove that at
the time of her death,

her brutal murder,

Page Forrester was
contemplating divorce.

Thank you for
your attention.

Ms. Barnes,
you wish to make your statement?

Yes, Your Honor.

John Forrester did
not murder his wife.

He did not murder
his wife's maid.

He is an innocent man,
unjustly accused.

You may call
your first witness.

My sister directly owned 20 percent
of the 8 million shares outstanding.

The shares were in her name.
She had absolute control.

Jack had less than 1 percent
of the shares in his name.

Mr. Lofton, could you tell us the
provisions of your sister's will?

Jack Forrester is the direct
beneficiary of all my sister's assets.

All of it?
Corporate and personal assets?

Yes.

Mr. Lofton,

did your sister ever express
any dissatisfaction to you

about Jack's administration
of the company?

No, she was very pleased
with Jack's helmsmanship.

Did she ever express
any dissatisfaction to you

about her personal relationship
with her husband?

- No.
- Never?

Never.

Mr. Lofton, do you think
Jack killed your sister?

- God, no.
- Objection!

- I move to strike that from
the record. - Granted.

Jury, you will please
ignore the last remark.

The people call
Mrs. Virginia Howell.

Mrs. Howell, describe your relationship
with Page Forrester, please.

Well, we were like sisters.

What did she say
about her husband?

Objection, Your Honor.
It calls for hearsay.

This testimony is being offered to
show the state of mind of Page.

It's an exception
to the hearsay rule.

Mr. Krasny has shown
no connection between

the state of mind of Mrs. Forrester,
my client and the charges in this case.

I'll allow it, subject to
connection to Mr. Forrester.

Mrs. Howell, what did Page say about
her relationship with her husband?

She knew that he
didn't love her,

and she was sure that he
was seeing someone else.

And did she tell
you anything else?

She was going to tell her husband
that she wanted a divorce.

Thank you.

I will tolerate no further
disruptions in this courtroom.

Mrs. Howell,

when was the last time you saw
Mrs. Forrester at her home?

At her home?

I really don't remember.

Wasn't it about the same time she stopped
playing tennis with you at the club?

No, we played together
all the time.

She's bluffing.

Isn't it true, Mrs. Howell,
that six months before her death,

Page Forrester broke
all contact with you?

No, we spoke together
on the telephone

and we'd see each
other at the club.

Mrs. Howell...

you find Jack Forrester an
attractive man, don't you?

What do you mean?

Isn't it true that Page Forrester
broke all contact with you

because she learned you were
trying to seduce her husband?

- That's not true.
- You're under oath.

Objection.
Badgering the witness, Your Honor.

Motion denied.

Isn't it true, Mrs. Howell, that during
the week of December 7th, 1984,

you called Jack Forrester at his
office on eight separate occasions?

I don't remember that.

Let me refresh your memory.

December 7th,
9:40 a.m. and 4:23 p.m.

December 8th,
10:15 a.m. and 3:45 p.m.

Would you like me to
read the list to you?

Jesus Christ,
how did you miss this?

Tom, she came to us.
How was I supposed to know?

Did you ever write
to Mr. Forrester?

No.

No?

No.

Is this note in your handwriting,
Mrs. Howell?

- Yes.
- Your Honor,

I ask that this be marked as 'Defense
Exhibit A' and admitted into evidence.

Mrs. Howell, did you send
this note to Jack Forrester?

Yes, I suppose so.

Will you read it, please?

"Dear Jack,

I've been trying to
reach you all week.

I'll be at the Canyon
in Palm Springs.

Wouldn't it be fun
if you came down?

Isn't it silly to
keep avoiding me?

Page will never know. "

How is it signed, Mrs. Howell?

"Love, Ginny. "

Your Honor,
may I show this to the jury?

Mrs. Howell...

did Mr. Forrester meet
you in Palm Springs?

- No. - Did he meet
you anytime, anywhere?

No.

What did he do
with your note?

I really don't know.

- He gave it to his wife, didn't he?
- I don't know.

Why don't you ask her?

Mrs. Howell, did Mrs. Forrester,
to your knowledge,

begin divorce proceedings
against her husband?

No.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

How was I supposed to find out, Tom?
Only the two of them knew.

Mom, I don't understand this.

- Honey, why don't you go ask Jenny?
- I don't wanna ask Jenny.

- David, I have a trial tomorrow.
- I've got a test tomorrow.

- Honestly, David.
- You don't care.

Forget it.

I hope he did it.
I hope he's guilty.

Oh, David, honey.
Come here.

David, David, honey, come on.
I didn't...

- Hi, Sam.
- Teddy, come here.

A tennis pro at the club,
a guy named Slade,

"Bobby Slade," talked to
the bartender at the club.

Two weeks ago he
drops out of sight

when guys from the DA's
office come to see him.

Krasny's gonna
spring him on us.

What do you have on him?

Just that he worked
in all the clubs.

I got La Jolla, Laguna,
Newport Beach, Santa Cruz.

- Santa Cruz?
- Yeah.

And I talked to 183 goddamn
club members about that knife.

You know what I get? Nada, zilch.
I told you, you're dreaming.

What about former
club members?

People who quit after
January of last year.

Come on,
that's a wild-goose chase.

- Sam, he didn't do it.
- Yeah?

Is that your head talking or
another part of your anatomy?

Hey, okay, what the hell?
Fuck me.

You may call your
next witness.

The people call Eileen Avery,
Your Honor.

Who's she?

Your Honor,
may counsel approach the bench?

This witness was not mentioned
in the discovery material.

I told you the prosecution
was not complying...

Your Honor, she's a reluctant witness.
She was served a subpoena last night

- on the basis of information we uncovered
yesterday afternoon. - Bullshit.

Ms. Barnes.

- I want it on the record, Your Honor.
- I'll be happy to put it on the record.

You think that's gonna
hold up in appeal?

What appeal? You expect to lose, do you?
Here's the subpoena, Your Honor.

I'll allow her testimony.

Put the circumstances of
the subpoena on the record.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Let's continue.

Let the record show that Miss Eileen
Avery is a reluctant witness.

Get something for me
as fast as possible.

Who is she?

A friend.

- What do you mean, a friend?
- A friend, that's all.

- State your name, please.
- Eileen Avery.

How old are you?

I'm 26.

What's your relationship
to John C. Forrester?

He's a friend of mine.

Between July and December of 1983
what was your relationship to him?

He was my...

He was my lover.

You had an affair with
him for six months

two years ago?

Answer the question, please.

Yes, I did.

You were in love with him?

Yes, I was.

And he was in love with you?

Yes.

Did Mr. Forrester ever speak
to you about divorcing his wife?

Please, Miss Avery.

He said he wanted to.

Yes?

He said he could never do it.

And why could
he never do it?

Because he said...

he would lose everything
he had always worked for.

Your witness, Mrs. Barnes.

No questions.

Thank you, Miss Avery.

You may step down.

The people call Robert Slade.

Mr. Slade,
how did you meet Mrs. Forrester?

- I played tennis with her at the club.
- And you became friends.

She liked me, I liked her a lot too.
It went on from there.

You had an intimate, sexual
relationship with Mrs. Forrester?

Yes.

For how long?

Let's see. I got to the
club in November of '83...

until the time she died.

You knew Mrs. Forrester
was married?

Sure.

- I didn't seem to bother her though.
- What do you mean?

- She said he didn't care what she did.
- Objection as to form.

Sustained.

Did she ever talk to you
about her husband?

Objection.
Hearsay.

I'm trying to establish the state of mind
of Mrs. Forrester prior to her murder.

The testimony is irrelevant.

I think I can establish the
relevancy of the testimony.

You may proceed.

Did she ever speak to you about
her relationship with her husband?

- She said he didn't care what she did.
- Move to strike, Your Honor.

Motion denied.

Please continue.

She said she knew he
was seeing someone too.

Whoever he was seeing,

Page said he'd take
her riding all the time.

Riding?

Yeah, she joked about it.
She said those horses of his were, uh...

foreplay.

Mr. Slade, did Mrs. Forrester ever
talk about divorcing her husband?

She was thinking about it.

She said the only thing that stopped
her from getting a divorce before

is that he was doing such a
good job running the company.

She said he had
a million-dollar image.

I remember once, she said
that she knew he was using her,

but she said she
was using him too.

She said that was his special talent.
He really knew how to use people.

Your witness.

Due to the lateness
of the hour,

we will adjourn and reconvene
at 9:00 Monday morning.

Well, that's it.
It's over.

You didn't think
he'd find out?

Four years ago,
I walked away from all this.

I felt that I was drowning,
over my head.

The dirt, the slime.

You played me.

You played me so well.

No.

You set me up from
the very beginning.

How did you find
out about Styles?

That's why you wanted
me to defend you.

What are you talking about?

If you'd told me about Avery,
I wouldn't have taken the case.

I had an affair with somebody.
That doesn't mean I killed my wife.

Teddy, I couldn't tell you.
I couldn't tell you in the beginning...

That's why, because you
wouldn't have taken the case.

Later on, I...

What?

I couldn't, because then you
wouldn't have thought we were real.

- You lied to me.
- I had to lie to you.

Don't you understand?
I had to lie to you.

Teddy, that stuff about Page,
I didn't know anything about it.

I didn't wanna
be used anymore.

I gave all this up
because I just...

I wanted to clean myself off.

- I'm dropping the case.
- You can't.

It's my life. It's my life.
You can't.

I didn't kill her.

I don't believe you.

What did he say?

- I told you.
- I don't wanna hear it.

We got another letter
from the 1942 Corona.

I'm sorry to disturb you,
Your Honor.

It's against all better judgment
for me to speak with you.

Please, Your Honor.

Did this hypothetical
client confess his guilt

to his hypothetical lawyer?

Then...

the defense counsel has
no real ethical dilemma.

He took an oath.

He must live up to that oath.

What if he finds
that he can't?

Then he had no business taking
the oath in the first place.

What if someone came to you
under circumstances like these

and asked to be dropped
from a case?

I probably would
accede to his

or her wishes,

but with great regret.

Teddy.

Teddy?

What the fuck are you
doing sitting in the dark?

You playing with yourself?

Are you okay?

You're gonna love what
we got on Bobby Slade.

What the hell's the matter
with you? Come on, read it.

Hey...

are you okay?

No.

You're not okay,
you look like shit.

Oh, baby.

I'm sorry.
Come here.

Oh, goddamn it.

I'm sorry, kid.

Hear ye, hear ye.

Superior Court for the county of
San Francisco is now in session.

The Honorable Clark
Carrigan presiding.

Will counsel please
approach the bench?

Do you have anything you
wanna say to me, Ms. Barnes?

Yes, Your Honor.

The defense would like
to recall Bobby Slade.

Recall Robert Slade.

Mr. Slade, where were you employed
before the Hillsborough Country Club?

At the Oceanside Racquet
Club in Santa Cruz.

What were the circumstances
under which you left there?

I don't understand.

I think you do.

You were fired, were you not,
Mr. Slade?

No, I got a better offer
from Hillsborough.

Isn't it true that you were fired in
Santa Cruz for selling sexual favors?

- That's not true.
- Perjury is a criminal offense.

Objection, Your Honor.

I presume you know the penalty
for committing perjury, Mr. Slade?

That's what they said,

but there's no proof. There's nothing
on my record. I wasn't fired, I left.

During the course of your sexual
relationship with Mrs. Forrester,

where did you
have sex with her?

Motels, the house in Hillsborough,

down at the beach house.

- The house in Baker Beach?
- Yes.

Where the murders took place.

Did Mrs. Forrester ever pay
you for having sex with her?

She was a beautiful woman.
She didn't have to pay anybody.

What kind of sex
did you have?

What do you mean?

- Did you tie her up?
- Objection, Your Honor.

Sustained.

You fucking bitch.

What did you call me?

- Your Honor, I object.
- Denied.

What did you call me,
Mr. Slade?

You called me a bitch.

Is that what you called me,
Mr. Slade?

Speak up, Mr. Slade.

Yes.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

No questions.

The people call
Anthony Fabrizi.

It was a 6-inch hunting knife
with jags on the edge.

And what locker was it in?

It was in locker number 122.

And whose locker is that?

It was, uh...

Mr. Forrester's locker.

Mr. Fabrizi, are you absolutely
certain that the knife that you saw

on January 2nd, 1984,
was in Mr. Forrester's locker?

Yes, I am certain.

Your witness.

No questions.

The people rest.

That will be all, Mr. Fabrizi.

Are you ready to call your
first witness, Ms. Barnes?

I am, Your Honor.
We call Duane Bendix.

Who's Duane Bendix?
Find out who Duane Bendix is.

Mr. Bendix, were you a member
of the Hillsborough Country Club

on January 2nd 1984?

Yes, I was.

Mr. Bendix, was there a knife on that
date in your locker at the country club?

- There was.
- What kind of knife was it?

It was a hunting knife with a
6- inch blade, and a jagged edge.

Is this the knife?

Yes, it is.

And Mr. Bendix, what was
your locker number at the club?

222.

No further questions.

Your witness, Mr. Krasny.

No questions.

Thank you, Mr. Bendix.

Your Honor, we would like
to recall Anthony Fabrizi.

Mr. Fabrizi, I'd like to remind you
that you are still under oath.

Thank you, judge.

Mr. Fabrizi...

are you certain,
beyond any doubt,

the knife you saw was in Locker
122 and not in Locker 222?

No, it was in Locker 122. I remember
because I put it together in my head

as I walked away,
that it was Mr. Forrester's.

Where was Mr. Bendix's locker
in relation to Mr. Forrester's?

Well, it was in the row
right behind his.

Mr. Fabrizi, does this look like the
knife that you saw that day?

No, this one's different.

How is it different?

Well, it's the same
kind of knife, all right,

but this one here's all scratched up
on the sides, and the handle's worn.

If this knife was brand-new and
hadn't been used for over a year,

would it look like
the knife you saw?

Could it have been
the knife you saw?

Is it possible, Mr. Fabrizi?

Jesus Christ, I don't know.
Yeah, sure, it's possible.

Your Honor,
I would like this knife marked

and admitted into evidence
as Defense Exhibit B.

Your witness.

Mr. Fabrizi...?

What the hell are you
gonna ask me now?

I told her, it looks different.

I don't know. If it was brand-new, sure.
It's possible it was the one I seen.

I don't know how I could've
mistaken the locker numbers.

No questions.

Thank you, Mr. Fabrizi.
That's all.

We will adjourn...

and reconvene again
tomorrow morning 9:00.

- Can I talk to you?
- There's nothing to talk about.

I tried calling you all weekend.
I went over to your place.

You still think I'm guilty? How can you
defend me if you think I'm guilty?

It happens all the time.
It's the way our legal system works.

I bet you're a cold fuck.

What do you want, Mr. Slade?

You really think you're something,
don't you?

You twist everything around,
don't you?

You just don't give a shit.

I bet I could warm you up.

I bet I could make you
real hot.

Jen, hi.

What are you doing?

No, no, I'm at the office.
I just wanted to call.

Get David to watch spider-Man
while you do your homework.

Okay.

Why don't we talk about
that when I get home, okay?

All right.
I love you.

Bye-bye.

Julie Jensen?

- I'd like to talk to you. My name is...
- I know who you are.

Hear ye, hear ye.

Superior Court for the county of
San Francisco is now in session.

The Honorable Clark
Carrigan presiding.

Ms. Barnes,
call your next witness.

Your Honor,
we call Julie Jensen.

Ms. Jensen...

where do you reside?

At 1326 Del Mar Lane
in Santa Cruz.

Would you describe for us
the events which took place

on the night of
January 21st, 1984?

Objection, Your Honor.
This testimony is not relevant.

This testimony is directly related to
the crimes Forrester is accused of,

and Mr. Krasny knows it.

The witness may continue.

I was in my bedroom,

I woke up,
there was a knife at my throat.

There was a man there.
He was dressed in black, all black.

Pants, a turtleneck.
He wore a black ski mask.

I never saw his face.

Objection, Your Honor.
This crime is not relevant to this case.

Overruled.

He kept the knife
pressed to my throat.

It was a big knife.
It had these jags on the top.

He tied my hands,
and my legs to the bed.

He cut my nightgown
off of me.

What did he do then?

He pushed the knife
against my nipples...

and he cut me.

How did he cut you?

He cut around my right nipple
with the tip of the knife...

and then he, uh,
smeared the knife with...

the blood.

And he got up and he
wrote it on the wall.

What did he write?

He wrote the word "bitch. "

Then he came back,
to the bed,

and he started
putting the knife,

between my legs.

But, he didn't...

cut me.

And then he suddenly...

stopped.

And he...

went away.

And these events took place at
your beach house in Santa Cruz

on January 21st, 1984,

18 months before the
murders at Baker Beach?

Yes.

Well done.

Ms. Jensen...

did you ever relate
these events to anyone

from San Francisco district
attorney's office?

- Your Honor, that is irrelevant.
- Overruled.

Yes, I did.

To that man there.

To this man? Mr. Arnold?
An assistant district attorney.

Yes.

When did you relate
these events to him?

He came to see me three weeks
after Mrs. Forrester was killed.

And he came back to
see me two days later.

When Mr. Arnold came back to
see you, what did he tell you?

He told me the Baker Beach
killings were not related

to what happened to me.

Ms. Jensen...

were you a member of the Oceanside
Racquet Club in Santa Cruz

from January
to October 1983?

- Yes.
- Do you play tennis?

I did before this happened.

Did you ever play with the club's pro,
Bobby Slade?

- I object...
- Yes!

Bobby Slade is not
on trial here!

Why isn't he?
You knew, you hushed it up.

- You're trying to mislead this jury.
- That is not true and you know it.

I will see you
both in chambers.

All I'm asking for is a
two-week continuance.

For what, to tie him into
the Santa Cruz crime?

- He's had months to tie him but can't.
- He's innocent and you know it.

That's why he didn't turn
over her statement to me.

How the hell did you find her?
She kept her name out of the papers.

- We saw the police report.
- We pulled it.

You pulled the police report?

You've breached the
canon of ethics, Mr. Krasny.

Now, your request is denied.

If it were up to me,
I'd vote to disbar you.

He told you, didn't he?

He told you.

What did he do?

Did he phone you?

Send you anonymous notes?

You'll stop at nothing,
won't you?

Anyone could've sent those.
Everyone knew.

The police in Santa Cruz knew,
people in your office knew!

Bullshit!

Don't you understand
what he did?

He did the identical crime 18 months
before he murdered his wife.

He knew it would get
him off the hook.

He knew Bobby Slade
was seeing his wife.

That's why he did the
first crime in Santa Cruz.

He threw us Bobby Slade
as a suspect.

He picked that woman
very carefully.

He knew she played
tennis with Slade.

He planned this
for 18 months.

He is not a psychopath.
He is an ice man.

He is a monster.

You're the monster, Tom.

If you make any attempt

to implicate Mr. Forrester
in the Santa Cruz crime,

I shall strike it.

He is not charged
with that offense.

They're in.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

"Not guilty. "

We stand in recess.

Mr. Forrester,
can we have a statement, please?

- How do you feel about this?
- I'm so proud of you.

I'm proud of you.

Stay back.
Stay back.

I'd like to say something,
please.

I'd like to say something,
please.

Four years ago, I resigned my job
as an assistant district attorney.

I'd like to tell you why.

I prosecuted a case
with Mr. Krasny.

It was a very
newsworthy case.

The kind of case that wins elections,
makes careers.

We convicted the man
and he went to jail.

A week after the trial,
I discovered,

that during the trial,

one of our investigators
had come up with evidence

which would have exonerated
the man we were prosecuting,

and that Mr. Krasny had
buried that evidence.

- Can you verify that?
- Although I found...

I didn't do anything.

I didn't tell anyone.

I let that man...

He hanged himself in prison.

I will have to learn
to live with that...

somehow.

The People v. Henry Styles.

Case number 26022.

Mr. Krasny, do you have
a comment on that?

Can you comment on that?
Do you have any comment on that?

- Mr. Krasny.
- Mr. Krasny.

Can I have a comment from you?
Do you have any comment?

Just one statement.

- People, stay back.
- We can't get to it all.

Please, people, stay back.

Your partners are
very proud of you.

More than anything else
today's verdict has been

a terrific vindication of the
way our legal system works.

It couldn't have happened
without Teddy Barnes.

Yoo-hoo!
Where are you?

- Congratulations.
- Congratulations.

- Thank you.
- Congratulations.

Congratulations.

What's going on?

We're going to my house for a couple
of days, give you a chance to celebrate.

But I don't have anybody to
celebrate with except you guys.

Oh, yes, you do.

- Come on, you guys.
- Bye, Mom.

Bye, Mom.

I feel vindicated.

I think more than anything else,
today's verdict has been

a terrific vindication
of our legal system.

It couldn't have happened
without Teddy Barnes.

I'Il never be
able to thank her.

Thank you very much.

Thank you, Mr. Forrester.

This is Jack Forrester.
He was just found not guilty

of the brutal murders
of his wife and her maid.

That's the situation here.

This word just in to the Channel 7.
Police are now seeking

Hillsborough Country Club
tennis pro Bobby Slade

for questioning in
the Baker Beach killings.

We'll have full details
and a film report at 11:00.

Well, I don't know,
you can have it.

And as far as the grass goes, it's great.
I love it. I love it. It's terrific.

You might take a couple
of branches off...

Good morning.

- Good afternoon.
- What time is it?

The time is 3:30.

Are you hungry?

I'm starving.

Good. I made some brunch for us.
I'm gonna go to the stables.

I'll be back 10-15 minutes.
You know how I feel?

I feel free.

Free!

Where you going?

It's David. He has a fever.
I've gotta go home.

Oh, no.

Go on, Ed.

- What's the matter with him?
- I don't know. Matthew called.

- Well, I'll come with you.
- No. I'll call.

Here, let me try.

Can I at least
kiss you goodbye?

Hello?
Teddy?

- Yes?
- How's David?

He's fine.

Well, what was the
matter with him?

I've...

Nothing.

Come on,
you said he had a fever.

I found the typewriter.

What typewriter?
What are you talking about?

You killed her.

What is the matter with you?

- Teddy, I love you...
- No.

- Will you listen to me?
- No.

- No. No. - I'm on my way
over to you right now. - No!

- Yeah, hello?
- Sam?

Yeah?

- Sam...
- What the hell's the matter?

- I, I, I need to talk... need to
talk to you, Sam. - Well, what?

Teddy?

What is it?

What is it?

What is it?

Teddy, for chrissake,
what is it?

Nothing.

I just wanted to...

I just wanted to
say thank you.

Thank me?

What the fuck you gotta
thank me for, baby?

They got a warrant out on Bobby Slade.
They're gonna charge him.

Hey, did you hear me?

I don't want to hear
about Bobby Slade.

Are you sure
you're all right?

Sure you don't want
me to come over?

No.

No, nothing's wrong.

It's all right now.

Bye, Sam.

I need to see your face, Jack.

I could've loved...

Jesus Christ.

Fuck him.
He was trash.