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No positive I.D., no trace of the gun,

and the priors are inadmissible?

Oh, except to impeach.

So if we don't put our guys in the stand,

the jury will never know about the other holdups.

May I start this meeting by taking a moment to say how,

in the hustle bustle of our busy lives,

it's so easy for the intimacy and the sharing

to be lost.

I just want you to know

that you all mean a great deal to me.

With that said...

Woczak versus city of industry press.

Copyright infringement.

We just received their interrogatories.

Michael, how goes your murder case?

It goes.

No significant differences in strategy

between you and Grace?

Not yet.

Are we looking at the lengthy trial here?

I don't think so. Neither of us is letting our client testify.

Excellent. Arnold, Lieber versus Lieber.

He's lost 30 pounds. Now she's campaigning for reconciliation.

Stay tuned.

Apropos of which,

I'd like a moment of your time this morning

to discuss Brackman versus Brackman.

- Granted. - Finally, in ray Tracy A.

Dr, Lawrence and I are meeting

with the hospital administrator this morning.

I'm sorry,

but I can't believe you've taken this case on.

I've taken it on

because Dr. Lawrence's medical group is our client.

As a woman how can you justify getting

a court order to prematurely deliver this baby

against her will?

Must we endlessly debate this?

I'd think that you of all people wouldn't be siding

with the right-to-lifers on this one.

This is not an abortion case, Arnold.

And I'm surprised at you for not seeing the difference.

You got a pregnant woman in the late stages

of acute terminal leukemia

who refuses, at giant risk to her child,

to let the doctor deliver four weeks early by caesarean.

Ann, it's her body

and she has right to make that call.

An eight month old fetus, in utero

or out, has rights, too.

No, civil rights do not vest until you're born.

Oh, please, we're talking about

an infant with a better chance right now

at survival outside its mother than inside.

At the cost of the mother's life.

The mother is terminal.

So it's okay for the court to issue

an order which in effect sentences

this woman to die by c-section?

I think we're adjourned.

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Douglas?

I want you to be the first to know.

Know what?

I'm in love.

Really, who's the lucky woman?

Sheila Brackman.

I know what you're thinking but it's true.

She's been throwing pots.

Really?

And we're talking again.

Really communicating.

- Really sharing. - What brought all this on?

She's made a major breakthrough psychology wise.

And we're seriously considering

recommitting to each other marriage-wise,

fidelity-wise, sex-wise.

That's great, Douglas, that's...

That's really great.

So, I was thinking

we might want to cancel our settlement meeting.

This is where I'm gonna have to disagree, Douglas.

Look, if the two of you are getting back on the track,

now what better forum than a settlement conference

in which to test your newfound communication?

I suppose there is some wisdom in that.

I just don't want an adversarial proceeding.

Nothing will make me happier than to see you happy, Douglas.

Thank you, my friend. Thank you.

I'm sorry, but if we force a c-section

on a woman against her will,

we're looking at major litigation.

The court will be doing the forcing, Mr. Goodwin, not you.

We just need the hospital's support...

Our lawyers tell us that we are not

totally insulated by court order.

We still run the risk of liability

to the extent that we helped get that court order...

Is that all you think about?

- Legal liability? - Bradley, would you...

Now this is why we have insurance for God sake.

No, this is more than the matter of insurance, Bradley.

Our concern here--

Your only concern is exposure,

and I find that reprehensible.

All you can think about is negative publicity

and higher premiums.

We're talking about saving a human life.

What we're talking about here doctor

is a hospital being asked to trample

the legal rights of a patient.

Even if the operation is a complete success,

we're still staring at a lawsuit with big numbers.

Probably sponsored by the A.C.L.U.

Now if either the mother or the fetus should die

during the procedure,

and that's a very real possibility,

we're going to be faced with catastrophic damages.

On the other hand, if we do nothing

and the mother dies of leukemia,

our exposure on her death is zero.

Now as for the infant's death,

we're told that a fetus has no cause of action

for wrongful death.

This is no fetus, mister.

This is a viable baby girl

who is also a patient in your hospital

and you have a duty of care...

Our attorneys tell us that

a fetus has no legal rights before he's born.

You're worried about liability, Mr. Goodwin.

How's this for a scare?

According to Dr. Lawrence,

the longer that baby is left in utero,

the more she's being oxygen-starved.

She could be born alive

with permanent brain damage.

I emphasize the word "alive", Mr. Goodwin,

as in lifelong physical and mental suffering.

That is the lawsuit that will shut your doors.

And I'll take the case for free.

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We will not support your position on this, Ms. Kelsey.

Then I'll get the court order without you.

Come on, Bradley.

We'll be back.

Come on, Gracie.

Cop to murder two and take the day off.

Thanks. But no, thanks.

You really want to risk the death penalty

with a 19 year old kid?

You've got no eyewitnesses to the crime,

you can't trace the weapon,

no gunshot residue on a pair of gloves

you can't prove belonged to either boy.

I'll take my chances.

Hey, Gracie,

how many years we worked together

putting scum like this away, huh?

You and I both know they did it.

- Let's not waste time. - I'm not the D.A on this, Walt.

I am a defense attorney.

And if I were still in the department,

I probably wouldn't even prosecute this loser.

Well, it might not be open-and-shut,

but it is no loser.

Really?

Then how come you're squirming

for a last-minute plea?

Don't you underestimate me, Grace.

I'm gonna get these guys.

The evidence will show

that the defendant Andrew Prescott

walked into Leo Madison's corner convenience store

at midnight, January 7, 1988.

He rested the barrel of a sawed-off shotgun

against Mr. Madison's left temple

and then, after cleaning out the cash register,

pulled the trigger.

And a 63-year-old grandfather

was suddenly, brutally dead.

Mr. Prescott then ran out of the store

where he was seen by a witness

jumping into a car driven by that man,

Thomas Mullaney.

You'll be shown the gun that was found in the store.

We will present to you a pair of black gloves

that Mr. Prescott was seen throwing into a storm drain

two miles from the scene.

And you will be told

that when the police arrived at the store,

they found Mr. Madison in a pool of blood,

his brains splattered against the back wall

with virtually no face left.

I warn you,

the evidence will sometimes speak graphic.

And I apologize to you if,

during the course of this trial,

I should cause any of you to feel squeamish.

But homicide is sickening, ladies and gentlemen,

and this trial is about a cold-blooded,

brutal murder.

[car honking]

[dog barking]

- Douglas. - I brought you a present.

Oh, it's kind of not a great time right now.

50 pounds of wet Clay from Westwood Potters.

Uh... Douglas, I'm really in the middle of something.

I appreciate that and I have no wish to intrude

on your creative process.

But I'm standing here getting a hernia.

Go away.

Gordon: It's okay, Sheila. Let him in.

- Gordon? Is that Gordon? - Yes.

I'm glad you're here.

I tried calling you at your hotel.

What is going on here?

We're throwing pots.

- Naked? - Yeah.

You ought to give it a try.

Come on.

Jump out of that suit.

Plunge in. Come on.

- Get out! - Okay. You're threatened.

- Let's talk about it. - Out now!

You get out, Douglas. This is my space.

Which I own.

I want him out of here!

I knew it. I knew he'd try to destroy everything.

Sheila, Sheila, what did we talk about...

- Release. - I can't!

I can't! He's a pig, and I hate him!

Douglas, I think you're overreacting

to what is really a very loving

and innocent expression of the creative impulse.

Now, come on, if you just roll up your sleeves

and throw a pot or two yourself...

Good idea.

Douglas, don't you dare!

You're right.

- I like it. - My work!

He's out of control!

Gordon, do something.

Yeah, yeah!

Vent it!

Let it out!

Yeah!

Yeah!

You bastard!

Gordon: Yes!

Oh, yes!

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I want an injunction!

I don't want him near my house.

- Sheila's loft. - Hold on.

And call Ivan McKary. I'm not paying the mortgage.

I'm turning off electricity. She's not getting another dime.

Idle threats may make you feel better, Douglas,

but Sheila is going to go into court, get a support order,

and we're going to be right back where we started.

I don't care. I want to crush them!

Then let's crush them constructively.

How?

First I'm gonna do a complete background check on this guy.

Plus I'm gonna contact

the American Psychoanalytic Association.

We may have grounds for a fat malpractice suit here.

Good. What else?

It'll be ugly and expensive.

I don't care.

Right, until now I only talked to McKary about money.

If you want to drop a bomb

at the settlement conference tomorrow,

I see we'll put the kids into play.

File for custody?

On grounds she's not fit to be a mother.

Yes. I like it. Do it.

Okay.

I show you this jacket

marked people's exhibit three.

And ask you if you recognize it?

Yes. It's the jacket that he was wearing

when he came running out of the store.

Let the record reflect that the witness has once again,

indicated the defendant Andrew Prescott.

Now, you're absolutely sure that this is the same jacket

you saw that night?

Definitely. I remember that rip on the back.

Yes. That's the exact tear I saw that night.

Thank you.

Nothing further.

Ms. Salter, when the police questioned you at the scene,

you never said anything about any rip, did you?

I guess, I forgot, but as soon as they showed--

Thank you, ma'am.

You wear corrective eyeglasses, do you not?

I have glasses, yes.

Were you wearing those eyeglasses

at the time you claimed to have seen my client?

Well, I don't wear them when I go--

Yes or no.

Were you wearing a prescriptive lenses

when you saw the man run from the store?

No.

You never saw his face, did you?

No. I didn't.

Thank you, Ms. Salter. Nothing further.

You say the man jumped into a car, Ms. Salter.

What kind of car?

I don't know. It was a big car.

Brown? Blue? Black? Two-door? Four-door?

I don't know. It screeched away very fast after the man got in.

And you never saw the driver, did you?

No.

For all you know the driver could've been me.

Yes.

In fact, you don't know

that the driver wasn't me, do you?

No.

No, I don't.

No further questions.

Dr. Lawrence, how can you do this to her?

- To us? - Chris, believe me.

If for one moment I thought there was any other way,

any chance at all for that baby...

This is not about the baby.

This is about you.

Deciding who lives and who dies.

I can't standby and let them both die.

Who says they will? Who the hell are you, God?

All I'm is a doctor to the two patients

trying to figure out what's right.

What's right is that you mind your own damn business.

What's wrong is going in that courtroom

looking for a death sentence for my wife.

- Counselor, please. - Come on, Chris,

We're not gonna settle it out here.

From what you're telling me,

this operation could kill the mother.

The mother is going to die

before full term anyway, Your Honor.

That much is a medical certainty.

There's no such thing.

It could be today, or week from today,

but she is terminal.

The only question here is whether we're going

to have one death or two.

There's no chance of the baby

getting leukemia, your honor.

The blood supplies are separate.

That's not the issue, Your Honor.

The mother's system is shutting down.

If we don't get that baby out fast, it will die.

According to who?

The same doctors who told Tracy,

she'd be dead a month ago?

Ms. Kelsey,

what if the mother

doesn't die before the onset of labor?

According to Dr. Lawrence, it's highly doubtful

she could survive labor, Your Honor.

And it's virtually certain

she'll not survive a caesarean.

In the last 12 hours alone,

her condition has worsened, your honor.

If my client dies, they can go in then.

But they have no right to invade her body.

The odds against a successful postmortem delivery

are prohibited, Your Honor.

You call it successful when a mother dies on the table?

That's enough.

Your Honor, I don't mean to dismiss emotional arguments

made by Mr. O'Keeffe .

But if you don't issue that court order,

a viable life, an innocent baby girl,

will be dead.

And we're talking about a death that's avoidable

with one swing of your gavel.

Mr. Arnett, help me out here, will you?

I have to think you want this baby.

Of course, I want it, Judge.

But they're asking...

They're asking me to give permission

to end Tracy's life.

I can't do that.

But according to the medical evidence,

Mr. Arnett,

her life is going to end very soon.

She...

She feels in her heart that she can hang on, Your Honor.

She feels, as a mother,

that she can fight off this disease

long enough to take the baby to term.

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And these lawyers and doctors keep telling her

that she doesn't have the right to try.

And they're trying to rob her

of the very moment that is keeping her alive.

The moment when she gets to give birth.

To give life.

They want to kill her

before she can ever know that joy.

And I just can't let them.

She doesn't want to die yet, Your Honor.

She wants to keep fighting.

I'll take this under advisement

and make my ruling as quickly as possible.

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I'm nervous about the red jacket, Mickey...

Uh, it takes more than a jacket I.D.

to get a murder conviction.

A red jacket with a distinctive rip.

It does a good job of placing them at the scene.

Trouble is Grace, that you're still thinking like a D.A.

Remember, they've got to prove guilt beyond a reasonable doubt.

I know, it's the word reasonable that worries me.

And you're sure that these are the same two men

that you saw sitting in that car on the night of January 7th.

I'm positive it was Thomas Mullaney in the driver seat,

as for the other fellow, I could only make out

the red jacket when he got out of the car.

Arnold: And what did he do when he got out of the car?

He threw what looked like a pair of gloves

into the storm drain.

Then he got back in the car and they drove away.

Thank you, sir. That's all.

Now, you said the man threw what look like

a pair of gloves into the storm drain.

Man: Yes.

You positive that they were gloves?

Positive no. But I--

And you didn't see the man's face, correct?

- That's correct. - No further questions.

Grace: I have no questions for this witness.

Your Honor, a 10-minute recess to confer with co-counsel?

Very well. This court will convene in ten minutes.

Why didn't you cross-examine?

I've got nothing to cross him on.

It doesn't matter. If you don't ask anything

you're basically admitting to the jury

that there's nothing to question.

You use your strategies,

I'll use mine, counselor.

Grace, now, what is going on here?

I'm thinking of having my client testify.

[scoffs]

Whoa! Are you crazy?

The first witness clearly put your guy at the scene.

This witness just as clearly put my client with your guy.

Yeah, but that doesn't mean you have to put him...

It means, their circumstantial evidence

is suddenly good circumstantial evidence.

The jury knows Thomas Mullaney was there, Michael.

He's got to give an explanation,

otherwise they're going to assume--

- So what explanation? - The truth.

That he sat in the car. That he didn't know...

No, if he says that, then my guy is dead.

I'm sorry, Michael, but your client can't be my concern.

I've to do what's best for Mullaney.

For god's sake, Grace,

we agreed not to put them on to stand.

Because we thought there was no need.

- But after what I've seen-- - No!

You're not going to do this.

Hey.

You're the one who roped me into this.

And now that I'm a defense attorney,

I'm gonna damn well defend my client.

Fine. But let me tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm bringing a motion for separate trials right now.

Because as far as my client's concerned

you stink as co-counsel.

Do whatever you want.

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And I just stayed in the car while Andy got out.

I didn't even turn the engine off.

Your Honor, I renew my motion to...

I object.

Counsel, approach.

Judge: Mr. Kuzak.

Your Honor, our defense strategies are so incompatible--

I gave you my ruling on this yesterday.

- It's too late to sever. - Well, I know, Judge.

But I'm asking for a reconsideration.

- You're not going to get one. - Your Honor.

Your objection is preserved for appeal.

Now step back and proceed, everybody.

Mr. Mullaney, what happened

after Mr. Prescott entered the store?

Objection! Assuming facts not in evidence.

Sustained.

Did Mr. Prescott entered the store?

Objection! Leading.

- Where did Mr. Prescott go? - Into the store?

Did you know why he went into the store?

- No. I thought-- - Objection.

Answer he said no.

I'm trying to establish the witness'

state of mind at the time.

But she didn't ask that.

I am asking it now.

The witness can answer the question.

Um, I thought he was going into store to buy beer.

I'd even given him money for it.

And what happened next?

Well, the next thing I know,

he hops back in the car,

kind of... kind of freaked.

- He tells me that-- - Objection! Hearsay.

Admission, Your Honor. Exception to the hearsay rule.

- Objection is overruled. - But this is not--

I said overruled, Mr. Kuzak.

What did Mr. Prescott say when he got back into the car?

He told me he'd shot the store owner

and he thought he was dead.

- He's lying! - Sit down, Mr. Prescott.

I never said anything like that.

I said sit down.

Mr. Mullaney, what did you do

after Mr. Prescott said this to you?

Well, at first, I couldn't believe it.

And I mean, I didn't even know he had a gun.

I never even saw a gun.

Then... then Andy started screaming,

"take off! Take off!"

So... so I did.

We were... we were so freaked out.

We had to get a grip, you know.

Thank you.

I have nothing further.

Mr. Mullaney, on July 10, 1987,

you were convicted of breaking and entering into burglary

isn't that correct, offered to impeach, Your Honor.

A felony conviction bears directly

upon the credibility of the witness.

Overruled.

Overruled. Overruled.

I'm gonna allow it for impeachment.

Members of the jury you'll consider

this conviction only as it pertains

to the witness' credibility.

It has nothing to do with the crime

he is charged with today.

Go ahead, Mr. Kuzak.

Since the time of your arrest, Mr. Mullaney

you have steadfastly maintained

that you and Mr. Prescott were innocent,

is that correct?

And yet here you're today suddenly announcing

that Mr. Prescott confessed the crime to you that very night.

Now, tell us.

Were you lying to the police

or you simply lying to the jury here today?

- Objection! - I object, Your Honor!

Withdrawn. Nothing further.

Manslaughter? [chuckles]

You must be dreaming.

Well, your case still wobbles, Walter.

- I'm offering you guarantee. - No, no.

My case does not wobble, partner,

not after the concert that kid just gave them there.

Well, what if we caved in to murder too?

What kind of time we'll be answering for.

I'm not caving in to murder two, you know.

I love you guys.

I come to you two days ago, looking to make a deal,

and you point me to the nearest cliff.

Well, now, you can take the leap, counselor.

I got your boy on first degree,

and I'm not letting go.

Sorry.

No deal.

What if I just admit to the robbery part, huh?

Tell them how the gun went off.

I mean, if the guy hadn't grabbed the thing...

I keep telling you, Andy, it doesn't matter.

They can still nail you with first degree

even though it was an accident.

That's the whole idea

behind the felony murder rule.

I got to do something.

What if I just get up there

and make something up?

That's called perjury.

What do you think they gonna do, add another ten years

onto a death sentence?

Andy.

Ethically, I can't allow you to take the stand

if I know you're going to lie.

Yeah. I hear you.

So, uh...

Why don't you just let me testify anyway?

I promise I'll tell the whole truth.

Okay?

I advise against it.

You said it's my right, didn't you?

Yes, it's your right.

Then do it.

Hi.

You okay?

No.

Tracy Arnett wants to see me.

Just got off the phone with her lawyer.

God.

That's what I said.

What did you really say?

That I'd have to think about it.

I'm just going to call him

and tell him I can't do it.

Why not?

What about professional distance, Stuart...

Not getting drawn into this thing on a personal level?

How can you take on a case like this

and not get involved on a personal level?

Stuart, I have a duty to my client.

Okay, then call Dr. Lawrence,

and see if he's got a problem with it.

It's not Dr. Lawrence I'm worried about.

It's me.

Stuart, I dread going up there.

What if I see her and I fall apart?

How I'm gonna conduct the rest of my case?

Look, it's... it's your decision,

but legals aside...

Ann, she's lying there in a hospital room,

and she's isolated.

She's terrified.

If you go,

you can humanize a lot of what's happened to her.

I guess I got to do it, don't I?

I think you do.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Afternoon, Douglas.

Hi, I'm Gordon Salt.

Arnold Becker.

Would you have a seat, please?

That's my cashmere sweater,

my Turnbull and Asser shirt, my slacks...

Ahh... my Gucci loafers!

Possessions are the last refuge

of the insecure, Douglas.

What do any of us really... own?

How about the clothes you're wearing!

The bed you're sleeping in!

The food you're eating,

you dry piece of snot!

Douglas, sit down!

Thank you.

Now Douglas, Sheila, Mr. Salt...

Uh... that's Dr. Salt.

Doctor of exactly what, sir?

I hold a master's in social work

and a Ph.D. in clinical psychology

with a license to practice in the state of Washington.

With all due respect the only license you've ever held

are the kind they make in prison workshops.

What's he talking about?

Here's the copy of his resume

18 months in Attica for bigamy,

a year in state Vacaville

for marketing phony gem stones.

As far as we can tell him, we're still checking.

The only thing he hasn't misrepresented

is that he really is

the son of Douglas Brackman, Sr.

Is this true?

We've all been in one kind of prison or another.

Ironic, isn't?

I had to be locked up

in order to discover that true liberation lies

in helping others.

More psychobabble double talk!

Did anything I say to you ever ring false?

Did you not feel better? Did you not release your anger?

And is your anger now because you were lied to?

No.

Because you were stolen from?

[chuckles]

No.

Because you treat your wife like your Gucci loafers

instead of a sentient independent being?

Yes.

That may float in a toilet bowl, sir,

but it will not float in the custody hearing.

What? You heard him.

I'm going for the children.

And no Judge is gonna look favorably

upon the fact that you've taken up residence

with a convicted felon.

You got a lot of rage in you, Mr. Becker.

Yeah, you were overweight as a kid, I bet?

Look, don't you start with me, mister!

Is that a threat, fat boy?

You want fat, I'll give you fat!

- Arnold. - I think we've made our case.

You may want to get your lawyer back, Sheila.

We're gonna tear you to ribbons.

You're laughable, Douglas.

You haven't spent 15 minutes with those kids

since they were 6 years old. You want them.

You don't have to go to court, you can have them.

Let's go, Gordon.

Douglas.

Get out before I throw you out!

When I went up to the counter, I, um...

That's when I first saw him.

He was just lying there on the floor.

Blood everywhere.

And what did you do then?

I, uh...

I panicked.

I first thought, I'd call the police,

but then, uh...

I mean, how would that look?

And I've a criminal record.

I've robbed stores just like this.

I started thinking,

they are gonna think I did it.

So I just took off.

I ran out.

I, uh, I jumped in the car.

I told Tommy to fly.

I said, the guy had been shot.

And why don't we just get out of here

before the cops come.

That's all I said.

I never said, I killed the guy.

I mean, he's lying, he knows I never did it.

Objection as to what Tommy knows.

Sustained.

You got to believe me, the guy was dead

when I got there.

He was just lying there in all that blood.

I didn't do it.

God knows, I didn't do it.

Michael.

Michael, he was lying through his teeth.

Then why didn't you cross-examine him?

Because as you damned well know,

the jury bought that garbage, my guy walks, too.

But that doesn't change the fact

that you suborned perjury.

It's not true.

My client demanded that I put him on the stand.

I had no choice.

That's pretty shoddy rationale, counselor.

You want to know what's shoddy, Grace?

Attacking me personally

and taking advantage of it professionally.

Now, that is shoddy.

Tracy.

I'm Ann Kelsey.

I didn't think you'd come.

If... This is a bad time, I can come back later.

Like when?

Are you married?

Yes.

Children?

No, not yet.

I'm begging you, from one woman to another,

please don't let them to do this to me.

What if it's the only chance your baby has?

I can live long enough to have it on my own.

The doctors don't think so.

They're not always right.

No, but...

Do you really want your baby to bear the risk

that they are?

I don't want to die under all those bright lights, Ms. Kelsey.

I'll never get to...

Hold my baby or hear her cry.

Tracy, this situation is so unfair,

and I don't pretend to know what's right,

but your baby could die,

and it seems to me in this whole mess that,

that would be the wrongest thing of all.

It was my decision to have this baby, not theirs.

It was my decision not to have the chemotherapy.

My decision to put up with the agony,

all so that I could give birth to my baby.

Is that... so much to love before I die?

You said you wanted to talk to me,

woman to woman.

I want to tell you

that you have a chance...

to bring a healthy baby girl into this world.

And I think you've suffered too much agony

for that not to happen.

Go away.

Please, just go away.

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Michael: You can't find Andrew Prescott guilty,

ladies and gentlemen,

unless you're convinced of that guilt

beyond a reasonable doubt.

That's impossible here

because all you've got to go on

is what's been seen, what's been heard,

what's been found.

Okay, category number one.

What's been seen?

The sum total is that my client was seen

walking into a store, that's it, nothing else.

Certainly not enough for a murder conviction.

Which brings us to category number two.

What's been heard?

And for that, all we have is the say-so of this man

who claims that my client admitted the crime.

But what this is, ladies and gentlemen,

is a scared and desperate kid trying to save his own skin.

Now, don't you think that it's strange

that he never told the police

or anybody else

about this supposed admission.

And then on the second to the last day of the trial,

when things are going very badly for him,

suddenly all this new information blurts out.

He panicked.

He figured, "well, a guy's been killed.

The jury is gonna want to convict somebody."

So he offered up my client.

Now you're free to believe him if you want,

but remember this, he's a convicted felon

with a motive to point the finger.

It's not enough to persuade beyond a reasonable doubt.

Which brings us to category number three.

What's been found?

And for category number three, folks,

we have absolutely nothing,

no evidence to trace my client to the gun,

no gunshot residue.

As a matter of fact, no evidence

whatsoever to even suggest

that my client fired a gun.

No blood,

no tissue on my client's body or clothing,

despite the fact that the victim's head

allegedly blow up only 3 feet away from him.

The physical evidence in this case is zero.

Now you add that zero to the skeletal evidence

in categories one and two.

And you're left with the reality

that they're trying to convict

Andrew Prescott of murder simply

because he walked into a store at the wrong time.

Beyond a reasonable doubt, no way.

As a matter of law,

you must find Andrew Prescott not guilty.

He's right.

You haven't got enough here

to convict Andrew Prescott of murder.

And if you can't convict him,

you obviously,

definitely, can't convict him

and even if you somehow choose

to find Mr. Prescott guilty,

you still have to acquit Mr. Mullaney,

because the only evidence against Mr. Mullaney

is that he sat in the car.

Nothing whatsoever suggests that

he even knew what was happening,

much less that he participated,

which means, ladies and gentlemen,

the only thing left for me to do

is to waste time convincing you of something

you already have to know.

I won't.

In re Tracy A..., Your Honor.

I don't remember a case

that's made me hate being a Judge

more than this one is.

To Grant the motion now before me risks hastening

a dying woman's death.

To deny it

risks the life and well-being of a child.

I can't help but feel that a human being

should never be called upon to make such a decision.

However...

Given that I am,

the plaintiff's motion is hereby granted.

An order is issued placing the fetus

in the custody of the court,

restraining any and all persons

interfering with the birth of said fetus

by caesarean section,

to be performed by Dr. Bradley Lawrence forthwith.

- Mr. Arnett, I can't... - Traitor! Stop it!

Chris, what are you doing?

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Rusty: Who's there? - Rusty?

It's Douglas Brackman.

I came at a bad time.

Not at all, honey.

Come on in.

Well, come on.

I'm sorry for barging in like this.

I was driving along sunset.

I, uh...

I think I'm having some kind of crisis.

Poor baby.

Would you like a sandwich and a glass of milk?

Yes, please.

I didn't realize how hungry I was.

I've been so distraught.

I haven't taken the time to eat.

Have the cookie.

Finding out about you and my father,

discovering you bore him a child,

then my own mother's death.

It seems like some kind of watershed.

Ever since the funeral,

my life's been like one long spiraling nightmare.

Oh, honey.

Plus, my marriage is over irrevocably.

And on top of everything else,

another half brother shows up.

Gordon.

You know about him?

Your father never kept secrets from me.

He kept his entire life secret from me.

It's just so hard to confront the fact

that I'm 43 years old and I'm all alone.

43?

Honey, try at 59.

It's just the way life works out sometimes.

You have to keep a positive attitude.

Finish the cookies.

It must've been hard for you.

What, honey?

With my father and everything.

He told me he loved me,

that he was gonna divorce your mother

and marry me.

You would've been my stepmother.

Why didn't you,

if he loved you and you had a child with him?

People promise you forever,

then they drop you on your head.

I know exactly what you mean.

People think you get older, your desire dries up,

you get used to the loneliness,

but you don't.

People look at me, they see an old woman,

but I don't feel like an old woman.

I still feel young.

You want to see what I looked like

when your father knew me?

Oh, my god.

Don't be embarrassed, honey.

These are porno movies.

I had a beautiful body.

I wasn't ashamed to show it.

I was sexy, wasn't I?

God, yes.

Am I sexy now?

Yes.

It's okay.

It's okay, sweetie.

Mama's going to take good care of you.

Has the jury reached it's verdict?

- Yes, Your Honor. - What say you?

We the jury, in the matter

of people versus Prescott and Mullaney,

find the defendant Andrew Prescott

guilty of murder in the first degree.

And we further find the defendant Thomas Mullaney

not guilty.

Thank you so much.

Congratulations, Tommy.

Tommy: You were the best.

Grace: You're a free man.

Judge: Court is adjourned.

I'm sorry.

Let's go.

[announcement on PA]

Hi.

She died on the table, Stuart.

The baby?

The baby's fine.

That's, that's a lot to be grateful for.

So how come I feel like a murderer?

Ann, I want to show you something.

Come on.

Take a good look, Ann.

You didn't take a life.

You saved a life.

Grace: Look at them, Stuart.

They show up one day

and all they can do is wriggle and cry.

They look up at you with complete innocence

and they say, "do everything for me,

if you don't I'll die."

So we do.

And then this baby girl Arnett.

Got doctors buzzing all around her.

She's got all her fingers and all her toes.

The only thing which she doesn't have is her mommy.

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