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[thunder rumbling]

[thunder rumbling]

[door creaking]

- [woman] Leonard!
- [gunshot]

[glass shattering]

[theme music playing]

[theme music ends]

[indistinct chatter]

[Max] Nothing forced.

Found a house key on the floor.

I didn't know it was him.

I thought it was a burglar.

Mr. Taylor.

- [Jimmy] Mr. Taylor.
- Oh, uh... who are you?

I'm Sheriff Brock,
I told you that.

Did your brother have
a key to your house?

Yes.

Do you know why he would come over
at 3:00 in the morning?

No.

No.

[man] Ready to go, Sir.

Jimmy, we'll take him
if it's okay.

Go.

[man] Okay, relax.
We've got you.

[man] Excuse me.

- [man 1] I got this. Door.
- [man 2] Okay.

[man 1] Easy, easy!

I shot Brian.

I killed my own brother!

He was there to have sex!

- What are you talking about?
- I'm talking about the deceased.

Just by chance,
I peeked at his genitalia.

- [all groan]
- Carter!

By law I'm required to examine
every organ.

Here, come here, I'll show you.

No, no, no. Just...

- [sighs] ...tell me.
- A garroted condom

- A what?
- [Jimmy sighs]

Garroted. Has a narrow
ringed bottom.

It's used to maintain arousal by

keeping blood in the glands
in corpora cavernosa.

He was wearing it going in?

Yes, you put it on
prior to stimulation

and then, once aroused...
Look, here, I'll show you.

- Carter, don't.
- Never mind.

- It works.
- No, you don't need to...

- do that!
- That's not just rigor mortis there.

That man went into that house
last night, swollen for action.

[Mrs. Taylor]
I don't believe this.

[Max] Please just answer us,
Mrs. Taylor.

Were you having an affair
with your brother-in-law?

Yes.

Hmm. That's why
he came over. You...

[sighs] In your own house.

I have insomnia.

So Leonard would think twice about
my getting up in the middle of the night.

He wouldn't hear
the two of you?

We'd go down to the basement,
there's a bed.

So what happened last night?

Leonard...

heard him come in...

and I...

told him... [sobs]

...it was a burglar,
because I...

couldn't say...

it's your brother.

So your husband didn't know
about this affair?

Oh, no. No.

- Of course, I didn't know!
- [Kenny] Take it easy.

- That my wife and my brother!
- [Kenny] Mr. Taylor...

How can this be happening?

How?

[softly] What?

What?

You think I killed Brian
on purpose?

Is that what this is?

I'm a suspect? You think
I killed my own brother?

- I didn't say that.
- Then why are you questioning me?

Look, we're going
to sit at this table

and have a simple conversation.

My wife and my brother...

How can this be?

[sobs] What's happening?

[sighs]

Hey!

- Who're you?
- Who am I?

What the hell is wrong with you?

- Am I under arrest?
- No.

Then I'm leaving.

Oh, excuse me.

Honey, it's me.

He didn't know who you were?

My husband is ill, Sheriff.

He can't recognize anybody.

Not even me.

He has a brain tumor,
we diagnosed it three years ago.

It's low grade,
it's in the parietal lobe...

- and it's causing agnosia.
- What's that?

It affects the way the brain
interprets visual images.

Basically, he can't see faces.

What do you mean
he can't see faces?

Well, he could see a nose,
eyes, even a pimple,

but sometimes he can't process
the whole and see a face.

You're saying he wouldn't be able to
recognize his own brother...

or his own wife?

Sometimes he could look at them
and not even know they're people.

Agnosia victims sometimes confuse people
with inanimate objects, it happens.

He sat on me.
He thought I was a chair.

It doesn't make any sense, Jill.

Well, Jimmy,
I know it's strange but--

Excuse me for interrupting.

You know it's not my nature
to be intrusive,

but I have the motive.

- What?
- Well, Leonard and Brian Taylor

were partners in their
graphic design business.

Arlene Maylax handles
their insurance.

And as you know, Arlene and I
are cribbage partners.

- So?
- Arlene says they had a key man policy,

which means that...
if one brother dies,

the company and the other
stand to get $1,200,000.

So, little Leonard
just became a millionaire.

Now that makes sense.

[bailiff] Case No. 62322
People v. Leonard Taylor

Douglas Wambaugh
for the blind man.

He's not blind.

He is when it comes
to seeing faces, Your Honor.

He has visual agnosia.

Visual what?

It's a case
of mistaken identity.

He did not know it was his brother
he was blasting.

If this means you're pleading
"not guilty," you can save it for trial.

Which we would
want immediately, tomorrow.

- Tomorrow?
- I have a short attention span, Judge.

I'm not rushing a murder trial.

The last time I did that,

you came back before me

claiming inadequate counsel.

Your Honor,
the prosecution is ready.

If defense stipulates
to being ready, I'll go.

This is a capital case.

My client has a brain tumor.

We would like an acquittal
before his head rots away.

- Ignore that.
- [Littleton] Your Honor,

I'll just need time to find an expert
on agnosia, then we'll be set.

A $20,000. bail,
trial date Tuesday.

And you both better be ready.

Get out.

Come, come.

"Three times
I refused the Crown.

I am not ambitious.

"I'm just lost."

Who are you?

Oh, uh, Dr. Vernon Leaky,
at your public service.

I am looking for John Littleton.

Have we met?

Sheriff Brock, uh, Deputy Stewart,
Deputy Lacos, uh...

Splendid, splendid.

I'm in wayward search
of your courthouse, Sir.

And for all I know,
you Sir, may be it.

- You're the expert on agnosia?
- Oh, I am indeed, Sir.

- [whispers] Sheriff Brock.
- Uh, Sheriff Brock, yes.

I am also at a sufferance
from this insidious affliction.

Um. Can I trouble any of you

to transport me
to the courthouse?

- Well, uh...
- I'll take you.

- [Dr. Leaky] Ooh, thanks much.
- Uh...

- Oh, this is, um...
- Joshua.

Uh, Joshua,
my sidekick. [chuckles]

Without his help,
I would never know that

this titian-haired officer is...

- [whispers] Deputy Stewart.
- Deputy Stewart.

Oh.

I am blinded.

And who might you be?

- Ginny.
- Uh-huh.

And does Ginny have a last name?

Ginny's the last name you'll get
until I know you better

Ah, repartee, I love it.

- Would you get him to Littleton?
- [Kenny groans]

It's gotten a little bigger,
but I don't think it's life threatening.

Can you recognize anybody?

Not anymore.

I've also, um...

I've had a...
I don't know, a convulsion.

Really? What kind of convulsion?

Three days ago, I, uh...

kind of seized up and had a...
Uh, I blacked out.

How long were you planning on
keeping this a secret?

Uh, I don't know.
Brian and I were, uh...

We were afraid that if people found out
I had a brain tumor...

we'd lose the business.

Private investors
would pull out.

Well...

the word is certainly
out now, Leonard.

So, now what?

Well, I would recommend
the surgery.

There's a very good
success rate with low grades.

- An operation can make me normal?
- If it's successful.

But it is very risky,
I'm not going to kid you.

- The thought of cutting into my brain.
- I know.

But your brain has betrayed you.

Look what you've done.

Oh, Leonard, Doug Wambaugh
wants me to testify as your doctor.

I'm going to have to reveal
certain privileged information.

- What difference does it make?
- So I need...

I mean, I basically
shot a man in cold blood.

Even if it was a mistake,
I should be punished.

Leonard, you don't want to go
to prison, trust me.

[chuckles] No. I'd like to go home
to my loving wife, to a...

You know, this disease,

it doesn't just take away faces,

it takes away familiarity,

the chance to...

I don't have any real friends.

Maryann and Brian...

were the two people
I was closest to.

I wonder, if I had known
what was going on,

maybe I would've pulled the trigger
knowing it was Brian.

- Maybe I would have.
- You know that's not true.

I hope to God
they find me not guilty.

I'll try to stay out of prison,
but what...

what is it I'm trying to save exactly?

My life?

What is that?

Actually, I knew about agnosia
before I was stricken with it.

Part of my clinical studies.

When did it happen to you?

Thirteen years ago.

At my wife's funeral...

I had a stroke.

When I woke up in the hospital, there
was a nice young man telling me I was okay

and not to worry.

He was holding my hand.

I thought, "What a caring doctor
this fellow is."

He was my son.

I had raised him...

and I didn't even know his face.

It's a horrible disease...

not to know
your own children's eyes.

It's a cruelty
that should not visit anybody.

I'm due at the courthouse.

You know, one of the things
I love about being in a strange town

is that you aren't expected
to recognize anybody.

[grunts] Travel can be
a wonderful equalizer.

Would you consider having...
dinner with me tonight?

Why?

Well, truth?

I actually do recognize you.

I don't know whether it's your compassion
that's a good giveaway,

but, uh,
my grandiose flirtations aside,

I really am attracted to you.

Rachel, I want our relationship
to be out in the open.

Are you nuts?
That would undermine both of us.

- You more than me.
- Why does it have to be a secret?

- Come on, Kenny,
- I've been butting heads with Jimmy for six weeks.

If he finds outthat you've been sleeping
with me the whole time

and not saying anything,

you think he'll ever
trust you again?

- What's going on?
- Use your head.

Nothing, just here
to check out the trial.

Should be interesting,
don't you think?

Hey, Max.

The angle of entry indicates
that the shooter was about

11 feet away from the victim
at the time of discharge.

And a single gunshot wound
to the chest

- was the cause of death?
- That's correct.

And, Dr. Pike,
did you make any other findings

during your examination
that were unusual?

Did I? The victim was wearing

a performance
enhancing prophylactic

designed to promote
and sustain penile arousal.

These are different
from other condoms?

Oh, yes! If I may be
allowed to show you...

- Objection!
- [Judge Bone] Sustained.

- [crowd laughing]
- Can't you ever take the stand

without pulling out a banana?

It's a demonstrative aid.
It's central to my testimony.

Forget it!

So, at the time the victim entered
Leonard Taylor's residence,

he was already
wearing this prophylactic?

Yes. We were having an affair.

And how long had
this been going on?

About two years.

[Littleton] And you would
carry this on in your own house?

[Mrs. Taylor] Not usually.

Sometimes, late at night.

Sometimes we'd go down
into the basement.

And when you slink down
to the basement,

those vile despicable acts
of ill repute,

did your husband know?

No, he didn't.

He never acted in any way
to suggest that he had knowledge

of your affair with the brother?

No, he did not.

[Douglas] Mrs. Taylor,

just before Leonard Taylor
shot his brother

on the night in question,

did you identify Brian Taylor
for your husband?

No, I told him it was a burglar.

Why did you say this?

Because I didn't
want him to know

I was involved with his brother.

I didn't think he would
go and confront him.

It's my fault.

What causes agnosia, Dr. Brock?

Well, with Leonard, he has a
small lesion in his brain.

Basically, it intercepts information
sent from the eyes to the brain

and it scrambles the images.

It makes it all but
impossible to read faces.

This man has over 35 employees

and he recognizes none of them?

[Jill] Probably not.
He functions by learning routine.

Knowing which person is at which desk,
uh, voice recognition,

the way a person moves or walks.

But the faces are meaningless.

Dr. Brock, was Brian Taylor,
the deceased, ever a patient of yours?

Yes, about a year ago,
he suffered a knee injury skiing

and I assisted at the surgery.

- Did he fully recover?
- Almost. He was in some pain

and he walked
with a slight limp, but...

A limp?

Wouldn't Leonard Taylor
recognize that limp?

- Objection!
- [Judge Bone] Overruled.

[Littleton] Dr. Brock,

in your expert opinion,

would a person
who suffers from agnosia,

a person who cannot
recognize faces,

would that person generally
be more or less acute

at recognizing
something like a limp?

More acute.

[crowd murmuring]

[Jimmy] He's guilty.

Leonard didn't kill his brother
because of some disease.

You think I'm making this up?

I don't doubt that you believe it,
I just don't believe it.

Oh, so you believe I'm sincere.

I'm just medically incompetent.

- I never said that!
- Yes, you did, Jimmy.

The minute I mentioned agnosia,
you rejected it.

Dr. Leaky says you're wrong.

Well, you didn't wait for
Dr. Leaky to form an opinion.

With no other medical diagnosis,
you arrested Leonard.

You had no contrary
medical opinion,

and yet you chose
to reject mine.

Oh, no. What about you?

Did you ask me
what police evidence I had

before you made your judgment?
You just declared the guy innocent.

- Is that what you think?
- Exactly what I think!

You have never thrown any professional
presumption my way. Don't you dare--

Well, I think that I understand
police work

a little better than
you understand medicine.

[sighs]

I think I'll go upstairs now.

Can't you just admit
that accidents happen?

You don't have to cry murder
every time a gun goes off!

[sighs]
Admit you could be wrong.

[Dr. Leaky laughing]
Oh, my sweet.

We had a wonderful dinner.

You know, I am normally a
strict believer in extended courtships,

but since I'm only going to be
in town for a day or two,

perhaps you might
possibly consider...

gathering ye rosebuds
where we may?

Nobody sniffs my buds
on the first date.

You're an enchanting woman.

But you know that.

You're afraid to like me back?

Vernon, don't you find me
somewhat diminutive?

[scoffs] Dear lady,
the length of the stem

does not define
the beauty of the rose.

[laughing]

The truth is,

I don't know whether
it's your spirit or your smell,

but when I'm with you,
I know it.

It's an indescribable joy.

Goodnight, my rose.

[doorbell ringing]

[Kenny] I just came by
to say hi.

Well, come on in.

Why did you even
have a gun, Mr. Taylor?

I bought it... because I was
considering taking my own life.

[people murmuring]

It's a pretty shocking answer.

Do you know what it's like to live
in a world where everybody's a stranger?

I stand face-to-face...

with my wife, a women I've been with
for 15 years, and...

every time I see her, I have to wonder
if I've ever met her.

On the night in question,
did you recognize your brother?

I thought he was a robber.

It was in the middle
of the night. I...

- [Douglas] He had a limp.
- I never saw him take a step.

He was just standing there.

He never took a step.

- So you shot him?
- By mistake.

Mr. Taylor, you say
because of your condition,

everyone, at first, appears to you
as strangers. Is that correct?

- Yes.
- So you of all people should be

accustomed to the sight
of an unfamiliar face.

It was the middle of the night.
My wife said "burglar."

So why didn't you say "freeze"?

You had the gun.
He didn't have one.

Why didn't you say,
"Stop, get on the floor"?

Why did you just shoot?

I have agnosia.

Did this agnosia
cause you any problems

at your graphic design company?

Not really. I could still design
with abstract shapes.

Your brother wanted to take
the company public, didn't he?

Mr. Taylor,
I asked you a question.

Didn't your brother want to organize
a public offering

of your graphic design company?

Yes.

And in order
to bolster confidence

with would be investors,
did he have any other ideas?

He wanted me to resign
as co-president.

[Littleton] Why?

He knew about my... affliction.

He thought it would be a disincentive
to potential shareholders.

And what were
your feelings about this?

We disagreed.

- You fought.
- We disagreed!

Did your brother explore methods

of forcing you
out of the company?

He was just trying
to get my attention.

He tried to take your job,
your wife,

perhaps even your dignity,

but you hadn't
the slightest idea who he was

when you put that bullet
into his chest?

No, sir, I did not!

If your brother's death
is deemed "accidental,"

you stand to receive over
a million dollars in insurance, don't you?

I don't know.
I didn't check the policy.

It's $1,200,000. I checked.

[people murmuring]

[Littleton] Sometimes this agnosia can be
a convenient thing, huh?

- Objection!
- [Judge Bone] Sustained.

I have nothing further
for the witness.

[music playing on radio]

Daytime, while at work,

this is fresh, it's rich.

It is delicious.

- [Kenny] It's none of your business.
- [Maxine] It is!

- What the hell is this?
- It's Kenny.

I know what this must
look like, Deputy Lacos,

but I assure you that I am
simply fondling this woman

for sexual gratification.

- Nothing more.
- You're supposed to be in court.

Littleton called
looking for you.

That's exactly where I'm headed.

Good, head there now.

♪ I love coffee, I love tea ♪

- [Ginny giggling]
- [Dr. Leaky humming]

I'm not talking
about anything, Max.

You owe me an explanation.

You want explanations?

You explain to me what the hell
you're doing following me around at night.

I wasn't following you, I was camped out
at her house because I had a hunch.

- Oh, you and your hunches.
- And believe me, Kenny,

the whole time I was praying
that I was wrong.

But I wasn't wrong.

I saw you go into her house.

For God's sake, Kenny...

how can you not talk to me?

[exhales] It started in June.
Way before she was Mayor.

We just decided to keep it quiet
and that's all.

That is between you and me, Max.
You tell nobody.

[Max] Oh, it's between
you and me all right.

Your little relationship
comes between you and me.

It comes between you and Jimmy.

No, it doesn't affect work!

You really believe that?

Yes. That's private life.

- It won't affect anything here.
- It already has.

You have been protecting her,
defending her,

leading Jimmy and me to think
that it comes from an objective place.

That's all a lie.

Maybe I have
a touch of that agnosia,

because I'm looking
at your face,

but right now,
I don't know who you are.

I come to bury Leonard Taylor!
Not to praise him.

- You also have agnosia?
- Oh, I do.

Mine was probably caused
by a stroke.

I've been afflicted
for 13 years.

But could this disease,
in your opinion,

cause the type of
mistaken identity

that we're talking about
with Leonard Taylor.

Oh, I... I beg the premise.

A person with agnosia
never assumes identity,

therefore he never mistakes it.

The one assumption that all
agnosia sufferers must make

is that even if a person
appears to be a stranger,

he may not be,
he may be a friend.

Mr. Leaky, try to have
a little less fun if you could.

[chuckles] Yes, mmm...

Uh, environment is also
a factor.

The fact that this man appeared
in the defendant's home

should have led the defendant

to consider him friend
instead of foe.

His own wife
called out "burglar."

But he saw the man standing
right in front of him in full light.

He saw his brother.
He had to know it was him.

Why? He can't recognize people.
How then?

I beg that premise!

Mr. Leaky, uh, stop begging
all the premises and sit down.

We... do not recognize faces.

But we can and often do
recognize people.

Particularly people that
we spend a lot of time with.

- All right, now I'm confused.
- [Dr. Leaky] It's simple.

We pick up on posture, mannerisms,
perhaps the way a person parts their hair,

unusual features, tall or short.

The victim, Brian Taylor,

had a peculiar tuft of hair
on his otherwise bald head.

Leonard would have learned
to identify that.

Was Brian dressed
as he is ordinarily dressed?

This I'd like to know.

- I'll ask the questions.
- [Dr. Leaky] Fine!

Then ask them!

Ask why this man
can distinguish between

35 employees by dress
or habit or desk location

and he can't discern
his own brother.

I have reviewed this man's life,

his daily routine, and I tell you
this man is gifted.

He's gifted at drawing
distinctions between people.

But the tumor has grown!

- The disease had gotten worse!
- Rubbish!

You think you know
what's in my head?

- Objection!
- Mr. Taylor, sit down.

He's accusing me,
I'd like to confront my accuser.

You have a lawyer for that.

I'm the man on trial,
I'd like to ask the witness a question.

One question. Go ahead.

You think,
because you have agnosia,

you know what it's like
to be in my head?

Yes, uh, a little.

Your face may not be
familiar, sir,

but your rage,

that I know.

He doesn't know what it's like
to be in my head!

- Leonard...
- You just let him ramble!

The jury was beginning
to believe him.

They think I knew it was Brian.

- [Douglas] Calm down.
- Shut up!

I'm sick of people
telling me to calm down!

Look at me.

Two weeks ago, I had a business,
a reputation, a wife,

a brother... It's all gone.

I'm a diseased thing,
who is a murderer.

Everything is gone.

You should have
cross-examined him much harder,

so don't be telling me to...

Leonard?

- Leonard!
- [gasping]

Here, sit down.

It's all right. I'm okay.

[sighs in relief]
As your lawyer,

I must tell you, I thought
you were about to croak.

Nope, I can't say it registers.

Nothing familiar?

No. But remember,

you face is the only one
that my eyes befriended.

This is me, Vernon.

You don't see my face
at all, do you?

You recognize me by my size.

Please don't lie to me.

It does not matter
how I recognize you.

it's the inner you
I end up adoring.

I know it's a joy for you
to recognize anybody.

And you recognize me
because I'm an oddity.

I do not think of you
as an oddity.

I can't. I hate being rejected
because of my physicality

and I don't want to be
accepted for it either.

Everything you say...

makes me want you more.

The medical evidence
is uncontroverted.

Extreme visual agnosia
caused by a brain tumor.

Leonard Taylor
cannot recognize faces.

That's a fact.

And there's no evidence that the
victim spoke to identify himself.

Maryann Taylor
called out "burglar."

It is the middle of the night.
A strange face.

A cry of "burglar!"

Scared for his life, Leonard Taylor
pulled the trigger!

It all happened in an instant,
in seconds.

It was a terrible,
terrible mistake.

But murder...

beyond reasonable doubt?

You know better.

[Littleton]
According to the defendant,

as he raised his gun,

Brian Taylor
stood there, motionless,

said nothing...

and allowed himself to be shot.

Leonard Taylor knew
who he was pointing that gun at.

It was the man trying to
take away his job.

It was the man
having an affair with his wife.

He knew about these
middle of the night rendezvous.

And with his agnosia,
and with a gun,

he committed the perfect crime!

Now one brother is dead...

and the other one
is $1,200,000 richer!

Common sense,
ladies and gentlemen.

Leonard Taylor is a murderer.

[crowd murmuring]

[Dr. Leaky]
So why is that a problem?

Maybe it shouldn't be.

I try not to see myself
as diminutive...

or abnormal.

I like to think
I'm like everybody else.

It's the way I go.

But, Ginny, you and I,
we're not the same.

In many ways, we're special.
Perhaps even superior.

Maybe we don't have
too many choices.

Aren't you afraid
of growing old... alone?

Yes.

Then why are you
sending me away?

I'm willing to bond with a man
over a lot of things.

Desperation is not one of them.

Well, then... [sighs]

Another trial,
another tribulation.

Joshua, my knight-errant...

on your horse.
Let our travels resume!

Come, Joshua,
"Glory lies ahead."

Ah.

Don't you have
patients to treat?

Sometimes juries come back fast,
I thought that I'd just...

What, you don't have
streets to make safe?

How did we get
so invested in this?

Well, I guess our...

our own reputations
are on trial here.

The jury knows
that you think he's guilty

and I think he's innocent,
which he is.

I'm sorry.

I trust your professional judgment,
you know that.

And you knew what?

- That you trust mine.
- [Douglas] Leonard!

Leonard! Get an ambulance!

- Jill!
- What?

He's having an attack!

Take him to Fayer,
get him into pre-op

and get a hold
of Dr. Simon McGrath.

- I'll be right behind you.
- Okay, Doctor.

It's not a trick.

This is how
the Dancing Bandit got away.

That's not funny, Doug.

The tumor's causing
uncontrolled seizures

- which puts him at risk for an aneurysm.
- What're you going to do?

I'd like to schedule
the surgery right now.

- Now?
- There's no reason to wait, Maryann.

He needs the surgery.
And the longer we wait,

- the more danger he's in.
- Oh, God!

We'll take good care of him.

- Doug...
- I'll take you over.

Come on, Maryann.

I want to testify again!

- What?
- I have to tell the truth.

What do you mean "the truth"?

When Leonard came
out of the bedroom,

I saw that he had the gun and...

I could've stopped him,
but I didn't.

I let him shoot his brother!

- Why?
- Maybe I...

I was so ashamed
over the affair, I... I...

Um...

Maybe I thought that
if Brian was dead,

the whole thing would be erased.

It all happened in seconds, I...

I just don't know what was
going through my mind.

I just know that...

for that one second, I hoped...

Leonard would shoot him.

- [knocking on door]
- Jury's back.

- Oh, God!
- Go now.

You have to put me
back on the stand.

Evidence is closed, Maryann.

And I don't think
it would make any difference.

What you're telling me now doesn't affect
what Leonard was thinking.

But I'm to blame,
I should be going to jail.

If I put you up there again,
it won't help Leonard,

- but it'll definitely hurt you.
- You're my lawyer.

You're supposed to do
what I ask.

I'm Leonard's lawyer!

And I like our chances
the way they are.

- Cup.
- [Jill] Clamp, please.

Leonard, we're
keeping you conscious.

We need to be able
to talk to you

during the surgery. Okay?

I can't feel anything.

It's okay,
you're not supposed to.

Suction, here.

[Leonard] I can't feel anything!

Cauterize.

[Leonard] I can't feel anything!

Fifty milliliters
of sodium pentothal.

We need to relax him.

Be seated.

[whispering indistinctly]

The defendant, uh, is taken ill,
but we can nevertheless proceed.

Mister foreman, has the jury
reached its verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

[Judge Bone] What say you?

"On the count of murder
in the first degree,

we find the defendant,
Leonard Taylor,

not guilty."

[crowd murmuring]

"On the charge of murder
in the second degree,

we find the defendant,
Leonard Taylor,

not guilty."

[excited murmuring]

[congratulatory exchanges]

[Judge Bone] That's all.
We're done here.

The jury is excused
with thanks from the Court

and the defendant is free to go.

Thank God!
Thank God for that!

You see, your husband's
a free man now.

Unless, of course, he's dead.

Leonard, in a second I'm going to ask
you to count backwards from 100.

- Okay.
- [man] That's fifty milliliters

of sodium pentothal,
Dr. McGrath.

I need new gloves.

I'm going to be okay?

You're doing great.

The verdict came in
and you were acquitted.

Everything's great.

Really?

I did it? I got away?

Bring that scope...
and please take a look at these X-rays.

Let's open up
the micro-surgery instruments,

we've got to go in deeper.

Good news is,
we're clear of any vessel.

- [Jill] Leonard
- [Leonard] Huh?

When you fired your gun,
did you know you were shooting Brian?

Of course.
He was sleeping with my wife.

What's he saying?

Nothing, he's... he's mumbling.

[Leonard mumbling]
Enough was enough.

Enough... was enough

Leonard, I want you to start counting
backwards from 100, please.

A hundred,

ninety-nine,

ninety-eight,

ninety-seven...

[theme song playing]

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