All language subtitles for Law & Order s17e22 The Family Hour.eng

NARRATOR:
In the criminal justice system

the people are represented by two
separate yet equally important groups,

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Miss Bailey,
can I help you?

Here, stick that
person at table 21.

I'm sorry, Miss Bailey.
Table 21 is your table.

Bill Collins of
The Ledger will be

taking photos of
the people here.

Not the losers at table 21.

Miss Bailey,
I can't let you change...

Yes, you can.

Because I'm on
the organizing committee.

Because my
ex-husband co-sponsored

the legislation that
created the conservancy.

And because if you don't,

I'm going to rip that surgical
marvel you call a nose off your face

and feed it to
the fish in that pond.

Now, out of my way.

Nicole Bailey.

She wants to switch tables so she
can get on the society page.

What some people won't do to get
their picture in the paper.

Fifteen impacts and counting with
penetration into her brain case.

Based on her rigor, I'm
guessing it all went down

between 10:00 p.m.
and midnight.

I'm gonna hold you
to that, Washington.

Matches a set
inside the apartment.

The maid said the front door was
locked when she got here this morning.

And there's this.

Blood. Probably from the perp
grabbing on when he hopped over.

He left the way he came.

Let's get somebody checking the
access doors and the stairwells.

And, word to the wise.

Mind your P's
and Q's on this one.

She's the ex-wife
of an ex-senator.

Chief of D's is
gonna be all over us.

Detectives?
You've got to see this.

There's a foreign
object in her vagina.

That looks like
awooden handle,

so I'm going to
guess a wooden spoon.

Washington, you don't share
this, or your guesses

with anybody except your boss.
Okay?

P's and Q's, Nina.

Struck out with the neighbors. Nobody
heard anybody on the roof last night.

Anything good?

Gin. Straight up.

Lipstick's the same shade
Miss Bailey was wearing.

See this water spot here?
There was a bottle there.

Now it's over here,
in a million little pieces.

She threw it at her attacker.

So, he picked up the poker
and came after her.

Yeah, I don't understand
why she didn't use

one of these knives
to defend herself with.

I'm guessing there's a good
reason nobody heard anybody

running across the roof.

If the perp put his bloody
hands down here to hop over,

the blood would have smeared
outward, away from us.

This blood
is smeared toward us.

So the blood is
planted to make it look

like the perp took off
across the roof.

Meaning he probably
went out the front door.

He wasn't an intruder, he knew her.
She probably invited him in.

Then, he comes at her
with a poker.

And then rapes her
with a wooden spoon.

I can't wait to
catch this guy.

Well, it implies
sexual rage, jealousy.

A boyfriend.
Any draft picks?

Well, the housekeeper says
there's been a lot of guys

since her divorce
from the Senator.

TARU's working on getting
Miss Bailey's phone dumps.

The only thing on tap for last
night was a benefit.

New York Parks Conservancy.

Well, she might have had someone
walk her down the red carpet.

Or at least, hold her up.

The housekeeper also said Miss Bailey
liked her booze a little too much.

Heads up.

Senator Bailey.
I'm Lieutenant...

Lieutenant Van Buren.

It's good to meet you.

You must be
Detectives Cassady and Green?

My office said you called.
And then I heard that...

Please,
why don't we go to my office?

This way.

In my worst nightmares.
I never imagined

it would end
this way for Nicole.

I mean, despite all that
happened between us,

I only wished
the best for her.

Well, we're very sorry
for your loss, Senator.

When was the last
time you spoke to her?

Last night. She called me at
home, uh, a little after 9:00.

What did she call about?

Our son, Chaz, is living with
me while he goes to college.

They had a falling out and she
wanted me to help mend the fences.

Where was
your son last night?

That's all right,
Lieutenant,

I know that members of the immediate
family are always the prime suspects.

Chaz was at home.
With me.

ED: Do you know if Miss Bailey
was alone when she called you?

RANDALL: Alone?
ED: Mmm-hmm.

She didn't say.
I didn't ask.

But since you bring it up,
Nicole hated to be alone.

And, no doubt you will discover that
she was involved in all kinds of

high-risk behavior.

I managed to keep it out of
the papers all these years.

And I'd like it to stay that way, if
possible, for the sake of our son.

We understand.

Well, I appreciate
everything you're doing.

If anything develops,
I expect you to call me.

In the meantime, I'll have my
lawyer get in touch with you.

All right.

That's a smart politician, he wants to
put out the fires before they start.

The New York
Parks Conservancy?

Let's see if Miss Bailey
found a cure for loneliness.

Hello. Big smile!
Lovely. Thank you.

Of course I know
who you are.

Mr. Collins?

Detectives Green and Cassady.

We need to ask you
about some pictures

you took last night

at the Parks
Conservancy dinner?

Which pictures? Hello. Big smile.
Lovely. Thank you.

Pictures of Nicole Bailey.

I got a few of her.

Could we see them, please?

As long as you're
being nice about it, sure.

They're on this camera.

Use this button to scroll.
Don't touch anything else.

Hello. Big smile. Lovely.

ED: There she is.

Hello. Big smile. Thank you.

CASSADY: This looks promising.
Could be her hook-up.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)
ED: Oh.

Excuse me.

Who is with
Nicole in this picture?

Beats me.

Someone gives me a look like that.
I am-scray.

Okay. Would you mind
e-mailing us these photos?

Sure.

Thanks.

All right. Thanks.

Nicole's phone dump confirms she
called the Senator at 9:05,

but right after that, she
made two more phone calls

to a Trina Bailey,
step-daughter.

Senator's kid from
his first marriage.

That was about 10 minutes
after those photos were taken.

Wonder what took her attention
off Mister Hot-Sauce.

It was money. She'd just got
off the phone with Dad,

they had an argument
about her alimony.

She thought I'd
be sympathetic.

Well, your dad said that she
called him about their son, Chaz.

Chaz, divorce, alimony, money. That's
how their conversations always went.

So, were you sympathetic
to your stepmother?

Dad bullied her into a settlement,
so, sure, I was sympathetic.

I liked Nicole.

I was eight when my
dad married her, so,

of course at the time,
I hated her.

Until I realized that
it wasn't all about me.

Narcissism. The nations number
one killer, and there's no cure.

(LAUGHS)

You okay?
Your arm seems to be...

I just, uh...

Yoga. I must have
pulled something.

And what happened here? It looks
like someone kicked it in.

There were some workmen here.

Miss Bailey.

Is everything all right?

Of course.

MAN: Damn it! Every time I come home,
I trip over your stupid shoes!

Trina?
Where the hell are you?

Detectives, this is my
husband, Jim Kirkpatrick.

Jim, say hello to the police.

They're here about Nicole.

We were just asking your wife about
the last time she talked to her.

Mind if we ask
you the same thing?

I saw her last night. At this,
uh, charity thing in the park.

You spoke to her?

Yeah. Just to say hi.

Iran into some
of my old students.

Jim's a ski instructor.

But now, I'm into
leisure industry websites.

Sounds interesting.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

CASSADY: Again, we're sorry
about your stepmom.

Going by those photos, the
conversation didn't stop at hello.

Yeah. He's beating his wife
and banging her stepmother.

Our ski instructor's
on a slippery slope.

And he's got a temper.

If Nicole threatened to
blow the whistle on him.

Rage and lust. That would
explain the wooden spoon.

(CELL PHONE BEEPING)

M.E.'s ready for us.

She got 19 whacks
from the fire poker,

most of them
directed at her head.

She has bruises on her hands, broken
nails, which might be defensive.

She might have
hit her attacker.

Sexual assault?

No semen, no differentiated
pubic hairs.

But there was
a wooden spoon.

Yes, but again, no
abrasions, no lacerations.

And the spoon was inserted once,
not repeatedly, in and out,

which is more typical
of a sexual attack.

Reminds me, I have to bake
a cake for my nephew.

VAN BUREN: Whatever he said to
her, doesn't look like good news.

Could have been what set her off to
call the Senator and the stepdaughter.

A chain reaction
that ended up with this.

Maybe someone used it
to make a point.

CASSADY: I pulled the phone
records for the entire family.

At 2100 hours,
the switch board lit up.

Nicole calling
Trina and the Senator.

Jim calling Trina.
Trina calling the Senator.

Senator calling
Nicole and Trina.

Maybe it's time we touched
base with the Senator.

(SIRENS WAILING)

CASSADY: What's up?

COP: 911 call,
10-10, shots fired.

JIM: (YELLING)
I'm bleeding!

You better damn well start
doing what I tell you,

or I swear to God...

Gun! He's has a gun!

Hey, you can't come in here!

Drop the gun, now!
Drop it!

Oh, for crying out loud. I'm
only protecting my daughter.

Oh, he was trying to kill us!

I shot into the floor,
you moron!

I don't take that
from you, you stinking...

Come here.

(GRUNTING)

Hey,hey,hey! Those are my first editions!
My crime books! Hey!

Get him to the 27.

Miss Bailey? Do you
want medical attention?

No, no, I just
want to go home.

Ed, up here.

Hi, I'm Chaz.

It's for his own good!
He's a drug addict!

Right, I'm the Bailey
with the problem.

She attacked me, she's
just as crazy as her dad.

Does it have anything
to do with this?

Oh, that, We... We were just
comparing notes on the Baileys.

You compare notes
all the way back to her place?

What? Me and Nicole? Come on!
No, I went home.

ED: What time?

I don't know!
I had a lot to drink!

Ask Trina,
she knows I went home.

I sort of did
something to her arm.

She told me when I woke up.

Your alibi for the murder was that
you were home, beating your wife?

Jim came home
about 10:30.

He was loaded.
I was sick of it.

We had an argument and,yes,
he twisted my arm.

You know, you can get
an order of protection.

TRINA: That's not our style.

Even today, this guy didn't mind hitting
on you in front of your father.

Jim knows better than to do
anything in front of Dad.

You mean, today,
it was your father?

We were having
an argument about

what's best
for my brother, Chaz.

And...

I mouthed off.

Your dad hits you,
and you blame yourself?

Did he abuse
your stepmother, too?

I'm not implicating
him in her murder.

But he could
have done it, right?

He had that rage against her?

(sums)

Okay, now, I'm going home.

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

So, my attorney says I've
got nothing to worry about.

I've got a permit
for the gun.

I discharged it
in my own home,

without endangering anyone.
All perfectly legal.

Sweet, except for
the part about

chaining your
son to a radiator.

I'm weaning
Chaz off of heroin.

He consented to
being restrained.

If he wasn't, he'd be out on
the street, buying drugs.

And don't talk to me about rehab.
We've already tried that.

This family free-for-all.

What was that about, Senator?

Well, obviously, we're all
under a great strain.

CASSADY: So, you take it out
on each other?

Is that a question, Miss?

Who hit your daughter?

(sums)

Well, I might have.

She said something despicable
about her stepmother.

You do that often?
Hit your daughter?

(SOFTLY) Easy, Easy.

CASSADY:
You went to see her?

Are you deaf or are you just stupid?
I told you I was with my son.

At home!
ED: Senator.

Sit down.

I have been completely
honest with you.

No, not completely. We found
some calls you didn't mention.

One to your daughter, one from her
to you, and another one to your ex.

(sums)

There's a good
explanation for that.

ED: Maybe it's time
we heard it.

(slsl-ls AGAIN)

Okay.

But I'm not saying anything
in front of this pissy bitch.

ED: Nina.

(LOUDLY) Nina.

You know, I bet it just kills you
that you can't just smack me,

like you do all the other
women in your life.

Nina.
(YELLING) I do what?

(GRUNTING)

Cuff him.
Cassady, out.

Take your hands off of me.

He was this close to
making a statement.

This close.

And then you had to
get all cowboy on him.

Lieu, I'm sorry.

Please.
What is your issue, Cassady?

You're always leading with your
chin, always playing tough.

It's not smart.

A good cop never takes the
bait and never escalates.

You better decide quick
what you want to be.

A good cop or a cop
with no place on my squad.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Come in.

Bailey clammed up. He's
waiting on his lawyer now.

There's no point
in moping about it.

He gave us an alibi,
nail it down.

ED: We're sorry about
your mother, man.

Yeah.

Do you remember where
you were that night?

Hugging the radiator.

Except for when Dad let
me use the bathroom,

with the door open,
of course.

He kept an eye
on you all night?

It was cozy. Me on methadone
nodding out on the floor,

him passed out
drunk on the bed.

He was home
the whole time?

Believe me, if he went out,
I would have found away

of ripping the radiator
off the wall.

Damn! What are
those bruises from?

Skateboarding?

Try again. Your dad?

Those round ones look older.

That your dad, too?
Uh-uh.

Your mom?

Mom only ever broke my arm.

ED: Trina?

Bingo.

When I was five, she took one of Dad's
cigars and used me as an ashtray.

What my parents dished out
to her, she passed on to me.

The Ultimate
Fighting Baileys.

I'm a dues-paying member.

I gotta meet a guy.

ED: Chaz at five
with cigar burns.

Chaz at four in the E.R.
with a broken arm.

Chaz at eight
with a black eye.

CASSADY: And here's six year
old Trina with a busted rib.

Nine, a broken wrist.

Eleven, multiple abrasions
to the buttocks.

VAN BUREN:
Oh, my God.

All attacks were variously attributed
to one or the other parent.

Or in Chaz's case,
to his half-sister.

Case dismissed, case dismissed,
no charges filed, no charges.

No one was ever prosecuted.

Senator Bailey must have called
in a truckload of favors.

CASSADY: Look at this.

ED: Wow.

Her stepmother beats her
with a wooden spoon,

and now,
16 years later...

What did you say
about making a point?

Trina have any history
of violence as an adult?

Two arrests for assaulting
an officer during DWI stops.

Her only alibi is her
husband, the ski instructor.

And he was too hammered
to remember anything.

I'll draw up a warrant.

Police!
We have a search warrant!

(MUFFLED STRUGGLING)

Drop the knife! Do it now!
Drop it now! Now!

She came at me. Look, she stabbed me.
She was gonna kill me.

She killed Nicole. That little
bitch killed my Nicole!

When I came in, Bailey was on top of
her, stabbing her with the knife.

Green saw this, too?

He was clearing
the other rooms.

I drew my gun and ordered
Bailey to drop the knife.

That's when he started poking
himself in the stomach with it.

Poking?
Poking.

Then, he started screaming
she tried to kill him.

ED: Check these out.

This blue glass is like the broken
bottle in Nicole's apartment.

If Forensics
makes it official,

that means Trina
killed her stepmother.

CLERK: All rise.

Um, except for you,
Senator Bailey.

"Docket number 07549,

�People v. Randall Bailey.

"Murder in the Second Degree. The
Honorable Barry K. Dilwynn, presiding."

All right.

Your plea, sir?

Not guilty.
Uh-huh.

Are you getting this?

Judge, there are no cameras
allowed in the courtroom.

Does this look like a courtroom?
Are you...

Are you in pain, Senator? Can we
get this man an extra pillow?

Thank you. I'm fine.

The People request remand.

The defendant was
caught literally red handed

stabbing his daughter
to death.

Whoa, whoa. Matter of
opinion, YourHonoL

My client is a former U.S. Senator
and a presidential candidate.

He's hardly a flight risk.

Right, and obviously
under the weather.

I'm not sure we
need any bail here.

You're releasing a man charged
with a brutal murder.

I'm sure that that will put
the viewing public at ease.

Upon further consideration,
bail is set at $2 million.

Judge Dilwynn?
Never heard of him.

He rotated in from
Surrogates Court.

This trial deserves better.

He's brutalized his
family for 30 years.

Man. You just
never know, do you?

This time he went
way beyond abuse.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Thanks.

A motion in limine to offer evidence
about Trina's prior bad acts,

including evidence
she murdered her step-mother.

Only one reason
they'd do that.

Bailey must be
claiming self-defense.

(SCOFFS)

Still the brilliant
campaigner.

Hold on, hold on, you're moving
to preclude, what? Mr. McCoy?

Any and all evidence that the
victim killed her stepmother.

That fact is highly
relevant to Senator Bailey's

state of mind at the time he was
viciously attacked by his daughter.

It's neither
relevant nor a fact.

All right, people.

I have another concern. I see here
that Senator Bailey has a son?

Do we really want
this young man

subjected to the intimate details of
his mother's murder in open court?

Well, he's already being subjected
to endless speculation.

Isn't he better off
with some closure?

Chaz Bailey's well-being should
have no bearing on this motion.

(SCOFFS) Are you that
hardhearted, Mr. McCoy?

Maybe closure is the best
thing for this poor boy.

I'm ruling that
Mr. Glover may submit evidence

that Trina Bailey
killed her stepmother.

Have you even read
our brief, Judge?

This evidence is
highly prejudicial.

Oh, Mr. McCoy, there's a family
here, drowning in tragedies.

What's the right thing to do?

(STUTTERING) Well, there... There's
the law. With a capital L.

And there's people, too.

But I'm not supposed
to think about them.

But I am thinking about them.

Judge, I'm going to ask

that you recuse yourself
from this case.

It's clear that your service
in Surrogates Court

has not prepared you to
preside over a murder case.

Not prepared?

Well, now, I am

insulted.

And you are denied,

Mr. McCoy.

(GAVEL POUNDING)

This man is not qualified to
judge a pie-eating contest.

We better make sure we get
all our ducks in a row.

(LAUGHING)

Okay, so, you want to
know what it was like

between my dad and my sister?
All right.

How about he got her drunk
when she was 10?

How about he let one of his buddies
grope her when she was 12?

How about he let her go to Cancun
by herself when she was 14?

You were a little kid.

How do you
remember all this?

Trina wrote everything down.

Where? In a diary?

I used to sneak into her
room and read all the crap

that my parents
did to her.

Where are those diaries now?

She took them
when she moved out.

She still has them.

How do you know that?

The night Mom was killed, Dad
was on the phone with Trina.

Sounded like she was gonna
use them to write a book.

Sn tight.

There was nothing in
the warrant returns.

The police didn't
find any diaries.

Atell-all memoir
about this family

might explain why they're
murdering each other.

Maybe that's what Trina's husband
went to talk to Nicole about

the night she was killed.

Maybe that's what
got the ball rolling.

Those diaries must be somewhere,
get the police on it.

We searched Bailey's apartment
twice after we arrested him.

We searched Trina's place.
No diaries.

Check their vacation homes. Any storage
facilities the family may have rented.

No problem.

And, uh, here's my 61,
as requested.

Okay. Listen. On the
stand, youWlhaveto

tell the narrative without
all the police jargon.

Byjargon, you mean
words like narrative?

You know, Nina, your run-in
with Bailey in interrogation

is going to come up.

Look, I may have botched an
interrogation, lost control,

but I don't have anything
against the guy.

They'll say it's
why you're lying about

Bailey stabbing himself,
and frankly...

Frankly what?

I saw him.

They can say whatever they want.
I'm 100% on that.

Nina, Bailey's lawyer
is good.

You come off like a hothead
the way you are now,

it plays
right into his hands.

How's our star witness?

A work in progress.

We struck out
on the diaries, Jack.

We may not need
the actual books,

if we can prove
they're unavailable

and have indicia
of reliability.

Chaz can testify
to the contents.

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

It's a message
from Detective Green.

Chaz OD'd last night.

He was rushed to
St. Vincent's.

Is he going to
pull through?

Apparently, they shipped him off to
rehab this morning in Switzerland.

A continuance, huh?

What grounds?

A key prosecution witness, Chaz Bailey,
will be unavailable for two months.

Oh, no, did something happen
to this young man?

He's in drug rehab
in Switzerland.

Ah, thank God.

I see he's finally... Finally
getting the help he needs.

JACK: He's beyond our
subpoena power.

I suspect Senator Bailey had something
to do with the choice of facilities.

Mr. McCoy, how can you stand
there and vilify this man,

for trying to save
his son's life?

And I only hope that you
and I never experience...

(GROANING)

I only hope that you
and I never experience

the kind of heartbreak
this family has suffered.

So, Your Honor, you're granting the
People's application for a continuance?

No, I'm not
delaying this trial.

Senator Bailey is
entitled to his day in court.

He's not in jail.
There's no prejudice.

Yes.

But I have to weigh
the human cost of a delay.

Isn't that the true
meaning of justice?

This family has been
in limbo long enough.

Motion for a continuance
is denied.

Trial starts next week.

Get Cassady ready.

Work in progress or not,
It's all on her now.

When I entered Trina Bailey's
bedroom, I saw her father

straddling her and stabbing
a knife into her chest.

I drew my weapon, and commanded
him to drop the knife.

That's when Mr. Bailey started to poke
at his own stomach with the knife

until he started bleeding.

When you first saw him, was
there any blood on his shirt?

Not a drop.

When my partner entered, Mr.
Bailey dropped the knife and said,

"She came at me,
she stabbed me,

"she was gonna kill me.
She killed Nicole.

"That little bitch
killed my Nicole."

How convenient there's no one
to corroborate your story.

That's withdrawn.

Remind us how long
you've been a detective.

Eight months.

Eight short months,
Detective Cassady.

Two days...

Two days before
you arrested Senator Bailey,

you lashed out at him
in an interview.

Isn't that right?

I did not lash out,

I responded to him
calling me a "pissy bitch."

You responded by losing
your cool, to the point

that your superior officer
removed you from the room.

My lieutenant asked me
to leave when Mr. Bailey

started ranting
and breaking furniture,

and had to be restrained
by three police officers.

But it must have been
humiliating, wasn't it?

To be given
a time-out by your boss?

No.
No?

You wanted to get back at
my client, didn't you?

And you got that
chance two days later,

when you found him
defending his life.

That's when you decided
to frame him for murder.

CASSADY: Mr. Glover,

if I really had it in
for your client,

I could have dropped him with
ajustifiable shooting when I found him

stabbing his own
daughter to death.

But I didn't,
because I exercised

the control I learned
in my training.

That control is why
your client is alive today.

Hmm.

Nice answer.

Mr. Glover?

Nothing more.

Trina asked me to come over to discuss
an intervention for my son, Chaz.

For Chaz's sake, I went.

A decision I regret
with all my heart.

Right away,
Trina started attacking me,

and my parenting.

I tried to keep the focus on Chaz.
But that just infuriated her.

She accused me of
not caring about her.

She called me all
kinds of filthy names

that I can't repeat here.

Then she ran into the kitchen
and grabbed a knife.

Why didn't you
just leave, Senator?

I thought she would
do harm to herself.

She'd slit her
wrists as a teenager.

So naturally, when I saw the
knife, that's where my mind went.

GLOVER: What happened next?

My paternal instinct was to
get the knife from her.

Somehow, we wound up
in her bedroom.

I was wrestling her for the knife and
she was stabbing me in the stomach.

She was screaming that
she was going to kill me,

like she killed my ex-wife.

She had this look
of rage in her eyes.

I finally got the knife
away from her.

I could feel the blood
draining out of me,

but she kept
coming at me, so...

(sums)

Oh, Lord forgive me.

My... My instinct to defend
myself kicked in and...

I turned the knife on Trina to
stop her from attacking me.

Thank you.

JACK: Let's be clear.

You stabbed Trina
13 times, didn't you?

I was acting on instinct,
Mr. McCoy.

Thirteen separate thrusts,

piercing her liver,

lungs, stomach.

It was a life or
death struggle, sir.

Between a strong, vigorous
man and a slight woman.

And your wounds, miraculously,
were all superficial?

I told you, I was restraining
this madwoman with all my might!

JACK: How?

How were you defending yourself
when she was stabbing you?

With your hands?

Yes! With my hands.

And yet, you sustained
no cuts to your hands,

your arms?
No defensive wounds?

What? I'm supposed to let myself
get cut to pieces just in case

I get accused of murder?

Now, you say that
my daughter was a small woman.

Now, I say,
look at her behavior.

Time and time again, I bailed her
out of jail. For bar fights,

for trying to run over a boyfriend
with her car. For God's sake...

Twice, twice, she assaulted police
officers when she was high on drugs!

It's all on the record.

There are other things
on the record, Senator Bailey.

People's 26 to 33.

These are photos of
injuries sustained

by your daughter between
the ages of six and 11.

Broken ribs,

broken limbs,

bruises across her back.

Playground injuries.

All of them?

Who was she playing with?
The New York Giants?

Watch your sarcasm,
Mr. McCoy.

Senator?

No, of course not all of them.

I'm sad to say that...

When she'd had
too much to drink...

Nicole...

Sometimes victimized
poor Trina.

And you, Senator Bailey? When
you had too much to drink?

Isn't this the imprint of your
hand on your daughter's face?

Objection, Your Honor.

These matters were investigated.
No charges were filed.

Mr. McCoy.

Have you no shame?

BAILEY: No, no. This is
nothing new, YourHonoL

After 30 years in
public life, I've seen it all.

Oh, it's not enough
to frame me for murder.

They're out to destroy
what little I've got left.

My memories as a loving father
raising a young family.

(LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY)

It's inhuman.

Any further questions,
Mr. McCoy?

The defense rests,
Your Honor.

All right. Very good.
The witness is excused.

Rebuttal?

Mr. McCoy?

Absolutely, Your Honor.

The People call the Assistant
Chief Medical Examiner.

RODGERS: The records indicate Mr.
Bailey had eight puncture wounds.

None of them was more
than a half-inch deep.

They were uniform in nature and
clustered to avoid vital organs.

Now, in my opinion,
they were inconsistent

with a stabbing by
an enraged attacker.

In my opinion,
they were self-inflicted.

Self-inflicted.

Thank you, Doctor.

Can you determine
from the wounds

the position of the knife blade when
it entered Senator Bailey's body?

The wounds indicate that the knife was
positioned with the cutting edge down

when it pierced the skin.

As if the attacker held the
knife sharp edge down,

stabbing from above?

Not conclusively.

Well, Doctor, if Senator
Bailey had stabbed himself,

wouldn't the cutting edge be
positioned upward, not down?

Not if the Senator reversed the
position of the knife in his hands,

so that the cutting edge
was facing downward.

What are you saying? In
the heat of the moment,

with the police
suddenly at the door,

my client cleverly
thought of this trick?

Well, there's nothing
all that clever about it.

He could have picked it up from
a crime novel for example.

A crime novel? Wait. You're an
expert in crime novels, now?

(LAUGHS)

I've read my fair share.

I remember, now, your resume
listed one of your hobbies

as reviewing crime books
for small magazines.

My client collects
first edition crime novels.

Of course, that doesn't make
him quite the expert you are.

I didn't say I was an expert.

Yes, but you said
this stabbing trick

could be found
in a crime novel.

Can you tell us which one?
That's not the point.

You made the statement, Doctor.
It's in a book.

You wouldn't say it
unless you knew which one.

Unless you were
just speculating.

It wasn't speculation.

YourHonon she's being unresponsive.
I move to strike her...

Lance Drury.

The trick was used in a
book by Lance Drury.

Two-Lane Blacktop,
published in the 70's.

One moment, Your Honor.

One last question, Doctor.

You didn't examine Senator Bailey's
injuries yourself, did you?

No.

Nothing further.

Doctor,
in the book you alluded to,

a character raises a claim of
self-defense at his murder trial.

That's right. And he was acquitted
because the jury was fooled

by his self-inflicted wounds.

I have here
a police inventory

of the books found in
the defendant's library.

Can you tell us
what you see here?

He collects
Lance Drury first editions.

He's missing only three titles,
including Two-Lane Blacktop.

If I were him, I'd want
to get rid of it, too.

It wasn't instinct
but premeditation

that governed his actions,

right down to a defense

scripted by one of his
favorite authors.

It's too cerebral.

We need to show his brutality. We
have the knife. We should use it.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Hello, Doctor.
Who died?

(LAUGHS)

Besides my reputation?

(sums)

That book that I mentioned
on the stand today?

I finally found it
in a used bookstore.

There is no
self-defense trick.

I remembered
the wrong book.

I confused it with another
book, by a different author.

This is a letter to the judge
explaining my mistake.

I'm sorry.

If it's any consolation,
the actual book

is one that a fan like
Bailey would have read.

We have to disclose it.

Why? It's not exculpatory.

It's mistaken testimony.

It wasn't intended as such.

You give this letter to that
publicity-seeking gas-bag they call ajudge,

and you can
kiss this trial goodbye.

I don't agree.

I'm cutting the book reference
from my summation tomorrow.

We are not splitting
hairs for this hypocrite

who brutalized
his wife and kids.

Bailey got his phony
defense from a book,

and I want
the jury to hear it.

Arthur, you could probably
find 50 prosecutors

who'd agree with you,

and 50 who wouldn't.
Count me among the latter.

Fine.

Connie, you're up.

Looks like you're
closing tomorrow.

Jack. Arthur's right.

To have Bailey walk because
of an inconsequential mistake

would be obscene.

That should make
it easy for you.

GLOVER: Trina Bailey
was atroubled,

violent woman on
a rampage to right

the imagined wrongs
of her childhood.

First,

she beat her stepmother to a
bloody death with a fire iron.

Her next target
was her father.

And when she attacked him,

Senator Bailey was forced,
despite all the paternal love

that he felt for his sick,

daughter to do what any
reasonable person would

when confronted by a raging
psychopath with a kitchen knife.

He defended himself.

CONNIE: There is
nothing imagined about

the wrongs of
Trina's childhood.

Whatever she was
in her adult life,

she learned from a master.

Randall Bailey had a pathological
need to abuse his daughter.

A need that he finally took to
its logical, deadly conclusion.

And thanks to atricked-up
claim of self-defense

that has been a staple
of crime fiction for decades,

he thinks he can
get away with it.

But consider this.

Six foot, 180 pounds

Versus 5-5..'

110 pounds.

Consider 13 deep,
devastating stab wounds,

versus eight pin pricks.

Consider what it took
to drive this knife

through meat and bone,

into the body of
his own daughter.

Not once, not twice,

but 13 times.

This was not paternal love,
or instinct.

No, it was murderous rage.

Has the jury
reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

On the charge of Murder in the
Second Degree, how do you find?

We find Randall Bailey,

guilty.

(CROWD MURMURING)

You're a hack, Dilwynn!
You're a pin-headed idiot!

I'm going to
make it my business

to see you
thrown off the bench!

Heard you pulled
a rabbit out of the hat.

Sometimes you just get lucky.

What's this?

My letter of resignation.

You obviously
need someone who's more

in tune with
your point of view.

If I wanted a yes man,
you'd have been

out on your butt
a long time ago.

I need someone who can

tell me when my
britches are unbuttoned.

You took me off the case. You don't
have confidence in myjudgment.

This is not
mathematics, Jack.

If every one of these
cases could be prosecuted

by applying some
equation in a book,

then you couldn't get me
out of bed in the morning.

I know you feel
the same way.

Now just tell me that you'll
think this over some more.

You know, one day, this
chair is going to be empty.

I'm no politician, Arthur.

Yeah, everybody says that.

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