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Thank you.

I can't believe Alexander

doesn't want to see us.

I know he's angry but we're his parents.

We always thought Alexander was the good son.

It must have been hard to live up to.

You're right.

Was the salmon not to your liking?

It's fine. I'm just not hungry.

And your veal, sir?

Uh, I'm sure it's delicious, but...

Could I bring you something else perhaps?

- Just the check, please. - Very well.

By the way...

you look sensational.

That's sweet of you, Douglas.

For a change, right?

That's not what I meant.

Brackman: But it's the truth.

We really put each other through a lot.

The infidelities, the counter-infidelities,

the back-biting, the name-calling,

the public tantrums.

You want to hear something strange?

Those fights in public always aroused me sexually.

Really?

Still, somehow we managed to put

punishing each other ahead of everything else,

including our kids.

And I couldn't tell you why any of it happened.

- Maybe it's time we found out. - Yeah.

It means we're going to have to be honest with ourselves,

and honest with each other and our kids.

That'll be a new experience for everyone.

I've been lonely, Sheila. I miss my family.

Your waiter tells me you do not like the cuisine.

No, we're just not hungry.

If you are not going to eat my food,

which I have so carefully prepared,

please don't compound the insult

by refusing to tell me why.

Look, I don't want to argue about this.

Chef: You Americans.

"I don't want to argue. I'm not hungry."

If a Frenchman didn't like the food,

he would have the courage to spit it in my face.

Is that what you would like, Monsieur?

Would you like me to expectorate in your face?

Qu'est quec'est expectorate?

[spits] That's it! Pay your bill and get out.

With pleasure, you self-important,

bidet-straddling, little escargot.

Douglas, you're making me hot.

- I am? - Take me home. Now.

Not before you pay your bill.

You want me to pay your bill? I'll pay your bill.

[indistinct chatter]

Let's get out of here.

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What a morning! Did you see Mount Baldy?

- It was crystal clear. - My, my.

We're in a good mood this morning.

And why not? Life is good.

First up, Tommy Mullaney heads for Palm Springs today.

Rough life.

Mullaney: Hey, I ain't playin' golf,

I'm doing a murder trial in Indio.

Lust, greed, and three-quarter of a million in missing loot.

I can't wait for the paperback.

Mullaney: The only thing it doesn't have is a body.

You got a murder trial for no body?

- You'll get him off easy. - Actually, I'm prosecuting.

Kelsey: Prosecuting? Van Owen: How's that?

The District Attorney of Riverside County

has hired Tommy as a special prosecutor.

He's an old pal, we did six years together

in the San Francisco D.A.'s office.

And his staff is pretty green and this is gonna be tricky,

so he asked me to step in.

Good luck, next, McConnell versus Devries.

This is the, uh, the May-December romance?

Yeah, more like May-December of next year.

He's 41, she's seventy-two.

After they got married last year,

he took over her financial affairs,

and now her yuppie daughter

is petitioning for conservatorship

of her four-million-dollar estate.

On what grounds?

Becker: Well, the mother has Alzheimer's.

Uh, she's still composmentis, but there's no question

that she will need a conservator.

She wants it to be her husband.

And lastly, U.S. government versus Casanova Condoms.

I turned that down three days ago.

Why is it still on the agenda?

Uh, [stutters] I took it.

I-- I think it's a very important case.

The, uh, U.S. Customs Service seized a shipment

of five million condoms that were shipped

from Casanova's overseas manufacture.

- They said they were obscene. - Obscene condoms?

Yeah, the design features the, uh, the American flag.

And this particular model is called "The Patriot."

- That's profane. - Good Lord.

I think it's okay to use as long as you fold it

after you take it off the pole.

And don't let it touch the ground.

I-- it's okay to joke, but I think there's

a very important First Amendment issue here.

That's right, it's our flag and we should respect it,

wherever it's hung, so to speak.

Before this degenerates any further, we're adjourned.

[sighs]

[telephone ringing]

[indistinct chatter]

Hi.

Hi. I had a great time Saturday.

So did I. Are you busy tonight?

Big Daddy is playing in Santa Monica.

- I can be coerced. Kittredge: Good.

I'll pick you up at 7:00.

[telephone ringing]

Big Daddy?

Fifties retro group. They're great.

So, is this getting serious?

Oh, serious isn't the word for Frank.

He might look like the Angel of Death,

but he's actually got a pretty...

wonky sense of humor.

You didn't answer the question.

No, it's not serious. Serious gets messy.

Relax, I'm a big girl.

I know what I'm doing.

[indistinct chatter]

[telephone ringing]

They wouldn't budge?

No, Customs Inspector Dodek

isn't exactly flexible on this issue.

Not only was he a Korean War veteran,

but his uncle helped raise the flag on Iwo Jima.

Butcher: Oh, this is a disaster.

I'm six weeks behind on delivery

and my entire stock, five million Patriots,

is stuck in some government warehouse.

If I don't move them soon, I'm outta business.

Don, I'm confident we're going to win this thing.

Now, the hearing on the preliminary injunction

is the day after tomorrow.

You could be shipping the following day.

You'd think with all the problems

in the world today, AIDS, teen pregnancy,

they'd be more concerned with those

than what's on a rubber.

[snaps]

Do you want to hear something ironic?

What's that?

It's the best damn sheath I ever made.

And I'm not just talking visual impact.

[sighs] The stars?

They're raised, ever so slightly,

for the added stimulation of the female partner.

The stripes? Triple-ribbed.

- Maximum pleasure. - No kidding.

I guess this puts the kibosh on my Lady Liberty model.

The torch forms a reservoir at the tip.

Ms. McConnell, you never approved

of your mother's new husband, did you?

If by that you mean I've never believed

he was really in love with her, you are right.

What do you know about love?

You've been divorced three times.

Marion, please, let me handle this.

Roger: Darling, maybe you shouldn't be here.

It upsets you so.

No, if she's going to make accusations,

she makes them to my face.

What exactly did Mr. Devries do to make you feel this way?

For starters, he fired her business manager

of 30 years and replaced him with his.

Then they re-invested all her blue-chip stock

in unstable commodities.

It's her money, isn't it?

My father worked very hard

for that money, Mr. Becker,

and she's letting that gigolo throw it away.

Don't you talk about my husband that way!

Why is that so hard for you to accept?

Becker: And any money she loses

is less money for you to inherit.

Isn't that what's really bothering you, Ms. McConnell?

No, it's not!

She's not even in my will anymore.

This is the only way she can get to my money.

Ms. McConnell would have no claim

to your money as conservator.

She is simply trying to protect your own interests.

For God's sake, mother. Can't you see through him?

Are you so far gone you can't see what he is?

I was so lonely after your father died.

I heard from you and your brother

once, twice a month.

Roger is with me every morning when I wake up,

and at night when I go to bed.

Maybe someday you'll understand how something

so simple can mean so much.

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Six months I've been busting ass prepping this case,

and at two seconds to midnight,

Howie calls his old drinking buddy

and makes me second chair.

No, I'm serious.

Worse, I have to share my office with this schmo.

Viv? I'll call you back.

- Tommy Mullaney? - Uh-huh.

But schmo is fine.

Marcia Trafficante.

I've gone over the files you sent.

I'm ready to go.

Look, about the...

This is my first murder. I'm kind of attached to it.

Hey, Howie says you're his top gun,

but you've only been at this, what?

- Three years? - Almost.

Took me five before I did my first murder.

Second chairin' should be a good experience for you.

First would be better.

Not if you aren't ready.

Or you're not planning on doing that here?

I guess not.

On December 12th of last year,

Gary Lowery received a phone call

from his wife Donna,

telling him she'd be working late at the bank

where she was employed as head teller.

Working with this man, Ronald Price,

the branch manager.

Donna Lowery has not been seen since.

Traces of her blood

were found in Ronald Price's car

and there were other signs of foul play,

but Donna's body was never found.

That's because Ronald Price

made sure Donna's body never would be found.

That was the key to his plan.

For on the same night Ronald Price

killed Donna Lowery,

he also stole $750,000 dollars

from the bank where they both worked.

He thought if he hid her body well enough,

it would look like she ran off with the money.

But... Ronald learned

that murder is a messy business.

It's hard to kill someone

and not leave evidence of your crime.

In the next few days, you'll hear that evidence.

And after you do, you'll find that that man

is a ruthless, cold-blooded killer,

and that he murdered Donna Lowery.

There was a plan to steal $750,000

from the Bank of Palm Springs.

Donna Lowery's plan.

She used her position as head teller

and her considerable wiles

to entrap Ronald Price and set him up for her crime.

She stole that money.

And then to escape suspicion, she faked her own death.

That's why no body was ever found.

Because Donna Lowery is still alive,

and no doubt living very well.

The prosecution's case is entirely circumstantial

as you'll discover.

And once that becomes apparent...

I'm confident there is no way you can find my client

guilty of a murder he didn't commit.

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, God, Arnie's gonna pitch a fit.

He wanted me in early today.

He's really running you ragged

with the McConnell case, isn't he?

You don't know the half of it.

I'd guess there's more to a 40-year-old guy

married to an old lady than meets the eye.

You'd be right.

I found a letter he wrote to Marion

dated six months ago.

- What kind of letter? Gwen: It's an apology.

Seems ol' Roger, in an effort to prop up a failing business,

borrowed some money from one of his wife's accounts

without her knowledge.

Have you seen my stockings?

They're under the night stand.

So, how much did this guy embezzle?

Mm?

Oh, fifty thousand.

He was in New York when she found out,

and he wrote her this letter, promised never to do it again,

and she forgave him.

Sounds like a real sleaze.

Try telling that to Marion.

She says the incident is over and done with,

and has nothing to do with her future interests.

I don't suppose the judge would agree.

[sighs]

So Arnie's sitting on the letter.

I know, I don't like it either.

But what can he do?

I mean, what would you do?

Probably the same thing.

Oh, Frank.

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The world isn't going to end if you're a little bit late.

[moans]

[upbeat music]

Detective Nagy, you were called to the scene

when Ronald Price was found in his car

the night Donna Lowery disappeared?

Yes, he was parked on the old foothill road

about ten miles from town.

He was in the driver's seat and appeared to be asleep.

Was there anything unusual about Mr. Price's appearance?

Nagy: He was pretty beat up.

There were scratches across his face and neck

like he'd been in a struggle,

and there was a deep bite wound on his right arm.

The same bite wound that forensic dental reports say

matched the pattern of Donna Lowery's teeth?

Nagy: Yes.

Mullaney: Did you find any evidence

of a struggle in the car?

Yes, I found three spots of fresh blood

on the head cushion of the passenger seat.

And did subsequent DNA tests, stipulated to by the defense,

indicate whose blood this was?

Yes, it was Donna Lowery's blood.

Detective, you subsequently investigated the theft

of $750,000 from the bank

where both Mr. Price and Mrs. Lowery worked.

Mm-hm.

Did you come up with any suspects?

Nagy: We believe it was an inside job.

Other employees had access to the vault,

but they all checked out,

except for Ronald Price and Donna Lowery.

And, in your opinion,

is Donna Lowery a viable suspect?

Objection, the witness' opinion is irrelevant.

Overruled.

The witness may answer the question.

No, in my opinion, Donna Lowery is dead.

Nothing further.

Detective... ever find any of that stolen money?

- Not yet. - And you have no body.

- How about a murder weapon? - No, but the investigation--

Detective, you testified

that you found Mr. Price unconscious.

Didn't a drug test later reveal that he had traces

of the sedative Diazepam in his body?

That's correct.

Clarke: And didn't you find an empty beer can in his car

that also had traces of Diazepam in it?

Yes, I did.

Clarke: Isn't it true that Donna Lowery

had a prescription for that same sedative?

We believe he drugged himself.

Clarke: But Donna Lowery

could have drugged him, couldn't she?

She could have staged this entire scene

to incriminate him.

It's possible. Like one in a million.

Detective, when Mr. Price regained consciousness,

did he say anything to you?

He said, "She stole my key."

Clarke: Isn't it true that Mr. Price kept the only copy

of the key needed to enter the vault area?

And this key was indeed missing?

He didn't have the key on him, but that--

Has this key ever been recovered?

That doesn't mean anything.

He could've disposed of it along with the body.

Thank you, detective. Nothing further.

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- Hey now. - Jonathan.

- How are you doing? - Alright.

This is Paul Gimbel, one of the Mayor's special aides.

Jonathan Rollins.

Pleasure to meet you, Jonathan.

The pleasure's mine. Have a seat.

So what's up, Naomi?

What's this all about? Campaign contributions?

- In a way. - Yeah?

Wyckoff: Did you ever meet Art Middleman?

No, I never met him.

The councilman who dropped dead of a heart attack?

- That's the one. - I'm in his district.

I only knew him by reputation, but I admired him.

Wyckoff: The City Council still needs to appoint someone

to fill out Art's term.

And to maintain the minority balance

on the Council, they'd prefer another black

to fill Art's shoes.

Have you talked to Howard Gabriel?

- Or John Perry? Gimbel: No.

- But we're talking to you. - Excuse me?

You made quite a splash

when you sued the LAPD last year.

I settled that case, Naomi.

Exactly, you were a tough critic.

- But not a fanatic. - You can't be serious.

Wyckoff: It's a five-month term.

We need someone with a conscience,

someone that's responsive to the needs of the community.

And if you like, Art's seat comes up

for re-election in the fall.

Then you can run in your own right.

I have absolutely no legislative experience.

- Come on, you know that. - Neither did Art.

When he ran for his first seat

back in '69.

He was just a small businessman,

no political experience at all.

But he had guts, he had savvy.

And most of all he had a heart.

Like you, we hope.

Jonathan, you can have a real future in this town.

We want to help you realize it.

[indistinct chatter]

Benny.

I thought you were going to lunch.

I don't feel like it.

But it's a beautiful day.

Take advantage of it.

Did you go visit Sam this weekend?

They've got him in a house with a lot of other kids.

He doesn't even have his own bedroom.

I'm sure they're taking excellent care of him.

[telephone ringing]

I know it hurts, Benny.

All I can tell you is some day it will hurt less.

I don't want it to.

Well, I'm afraid it does, whether we want it to or not.

You don't hurt now like you did when your mother died, do you?

- No. - We all lose people, Benny.

But if we're lucky, we find others.

They're not replacements, just additions.

I don't want to stop missing Sam.

You won't.

You'll just learn to live with it.

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

[paper rustling]

Mr. Lowery,

when was this picture of your wife taken?

Last summer.

On our vacation in Hawaii.

So, it was around the same time

that Donna started to get harassing phone calls

from Ronald Price?

Yes, he'd call at all hours.

He was obsessed with the idea

of having a relationship with her.

Donna got so scared, she was afraid

to pick up the phone.

Well, did you and Donna

press charges against Mr. Price?

We threatened to, but he...

he promised to stop calling

and begged us not to tell anyone.

He said it would ruin his career.

That's why he killed her. Because she rejected him.

Objection. Move to strike.

Judge Lofgren: Mr. Lowery.

The jury will disregard that last statement.

Just one more question, Mr. Lowery.

When was the last time you spoke to Donna?

It was about 6 o'clock...

on the night she...

she disappeared.

She called to tell me she'd be working late at the bank.

With him.

She wasn't happy about it.

Mullaney: Thank you. Nothing further.

From your description, I can see how your wife

would be traumatized by those phone calls.

Such a sweet, innocent girl.

[indistinct chatter]

Clarke: Mr. Lowery, do you recognize

this picture of your wife?

When you first met Donna, she was a stripper

at a club you owned, wasn't she?

That was a long time ago.

To your knowledge, how many affairs

did your wife have?

I don't know... a couple.

[Clarke laughs] There were more than a couple, weren't there?

A bartender at your restaurant,

your ex-business partner, a neighbor.

Donna picked men up all the time, didn't she?

No. She wasn't like that.

Clarke: Didn't she state publicly she wanted a divorce?

That was just talk. We had a fight.

Oh, come on, your marriage was a sham, wasn't it?

She thought you were a loser and she wanted out.

Lowery: No! We had our problems, yes.

But my wife loved me.

And I loved her.

Maybe, or maybe she's off

on some beach with a new boyfriend

and seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

- Objection! - Move to strike.

Withdrawn. No further questions.

How could you not know she was a stripper?

Lowery told me she was a waitress, why would he lie?

And the employment records checked out.

Well, you have to dig a little.

You have to ask the right questions.

What more do you want me to do?

Instead of waiting for something

to happen, make it happen.

Maybe Price bought a shovel. Maybe he bought a gun.

Dig deeper. Find something.

[indistinct chatter]

- Thanks for that tip. - You're welcome!

[sighs]

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Mr. Price...

why did you make those phone calls

to Donna Lowery last year?

I was obsessed with her.

We'd been having an affair.

[indistinct chatter]

Clarke: How long had this affair lasted?

Three wonderful weeks.

Then she called it off. I didn't want to let go.

You see, Donna knew the power that she had over me.

That's why I was the perfect sap for her plan.

That's opinion, not fact.

- Move to strike. - Motion granted.

Clarke: What happened on the night she disappeared?

Price: We both worked late, as we often did.

After the other employees left,

Donna asked me if I wanted to go for a drive.

I couldn't believe she was being so friendly.

So, you went for a drive together in your car?

Price: Yes, but before we left,

she took a couple cans of beer

from a cooler that she had in the trunk of her car.

Once we were driving, she began to kiss me,

and... touch me.

Where did you drive to?

She suggested the Old Foothill Road.

She said... we'd have lots of privacy there.

On the way, we drank the beer.

I remember thinking that mine tasted funny,

but Donna insisted that I finish it.

What happened next?

We got there and we made love.

Donna's way.

Furiously.

She raked her fingernails across my neck and face.

And I remember noticing that her lip was bleeding.

At one point...

she bit me on the arm and she wouldn't let go.

I screamed, but...

the pain was...

delicious.

Now I realize she was just setting me up.

Clarke: What happened after?

I guess I passed out, because the next thing

I remember, the police were there

and Donna and my vault key were gone.

Thank you. Nothing further.

To your knowledge,

does anybody else know about this supposed affair

with Donna Lowery?

Not that I'm aware of.

So, Donna's the only one who could confirm

if it ever existed,

but she's not exactly available, is she?

No, she's not.

Did you buy a three-and-a-half by two-foot trunk

two weeks before Donna disappeared?

- What? - Your Honor.

We have just located a shopkeeper

in 29, Palms, who can verify the sale.

I've got a sworn affidavit and the sales receipt.

Clarke: Objection.

This is hearsay and none of it has been authenticated.

I'm going to allow it.

- Your Honor. - Overruled, Counsel.

I want to see where this goes.

Did you buy the trunk, Ronald?

Yes.

I was planning on storing some old clothes in it.

What happened to it?

It was stolen from my car.

Did you report it to the police?

I didn't want to bother.

Isn't the real reason you got that trunk,

so you could bury Donna Lowery in it?

- No. - That's quite a plan, Ronald.

What did you do, force her into the car at gunpoint?

- No. - Driving out to the desert.

She had to know she was gonna die.

- Your Honor! Mullaney: So she fought back.

Mullaney: And you had to kill her in the car.

And it might've worked, Ronald, if she hadn't

bled on your seat and taken that chunk out of your arm.

Mr. Mullaney, that's enough!

I'm done.

[indistinct chatter]

Nice job on cross.

- Nice job with the trunk. - Thank you.

You're welcome.

Mr. Dodek, on March 13th of this year,

acting in your capacity as Customs Inspector

for the Port of Los Angeles,

you examined a shipment

of these so-called "Patriot" condoms?

Correct.

Is this what you saw

when you opened one of the packages?

Dodek: Yes.

Your Honor, I'd like to enter this "Patriot" condom

as respondent's exhibit A.

So entered.

Inspector Dodek, you determined these condoms were obscene?

Yes, to put the flag, our national emblem,

onto a prophylactic device such as this,

is an insult to every decent citizen.

And because of its obscene nature

you confiscated the shipment?

That's right, standard procedure

with materials such as this.

Greenzaid: Thank you. I have nothing further.

[indistinct chatter]

Inspector Dodek, the Federal obscenity laws

make no mention of the American flag, do they?

You don't need a book of statutes

to see that putting the flag on a condom

is a desecration.

Markowitz: Are you aware the Supreme Court

has ruled that insulting

the American flag is not a crime?

Geenzaid: Objection, irrelevant.

The Supreme Court decision was limited

to burning or desecrating the flag.

Your Honor, if it's okay to burn it,

one can reasonably argue it's okay to ejaculate into it.

- You've got to be kidding. - It's the same principle.

The Supreme Court was dealing with criminal statutes,

not with the importation of obscene materials.

Objection sustained.

Markowitz: Inspector, we realize this can be

offensive to some people.

But there is a deeper, a more... penetrating,

if you will, issue here.

Counselor.

Freedom of expression is guaranteed

under the First Amendment of the Constitution

isn't that right, inspector?

Objection, how does wearing the flag

on a man's genitalia constitute free expression?

It's not like he was hanging it out

his window on Veteran's Day.

But if he were hanging it out his window on Veteran's Day,

that would be free speech, is that what you're saying?

- That's not what I said. Greenzaid: Objection.

- Calls for a legal conclusion. - Sustained.

Markowitz: And what about Mr. Butcher?

Did it ever occur to you that putting the American flag

on a condom is his way of being patriotic?

- That's right. - Mr. Butcher.

- No, it's vulgar. - Is it possible, inspector?

I suppose anything is possible.

Markowitz: Then this confiscation is a violation

of his freedom of speech, isn't it?

We're talking about rubbers here, for God's sake.

Yes or no, inspector.

If this prophylactic is an expression

of Mr. Butcher's patriotism,

isn't it possible that it's a violation

of his First Amendment rights?

- I suppose so. - God bless America.

Quiet!

[crowd laughing]

Are you done, counselor?

Yes. Yes, I am.

Inspector, you may step down.

This is the most perverse proceeding

that I've ever witnessed.

But... while I find this product

to be thoroughly repugnant, there is no law

that prohibits its importation or sale.

Therefore, I order it to be permitted into the country.

- Yes! Geenzaid: Your Honor.

I request you stay your ruling

pending an emergency appeal to the ninth circuit.

Alright, I'll give you 30 days.

Thirty days? I can't wait 30 days!

Objection, Your Honor. This is a stalling tactic.

One that could cost my client his business.

Put a sheath on it, counselor.

This court's adjourned.

[instrumental music]

I know this isn't what you want to hear, Jonathan,

but adding partners to an already top-heavy firm

simply makes no sense at the moment.

Yeah.

I figured as much.

Have you, uh...

you been approached by another firm?

No, actually, I've been approached

about filling out the City Council term

of Art Middleman.

Really.

Why, that's wonderful, Jonathan.

I haven't decided yet whether to take it.

I wanted to... explore all my options.

Sure, sure. I understand.

You know, there've been so many changes here

this past year, but I never thought

you'd be one of them.

You're a valued member of this firm, Jonathan.

We'd be...

Well, I'd be very sorry to see you go.

Thank you.

But an opportunity like this...

doesn't come along every day.

And if you do decide to take it...

no one would be happier for you...

no one could be prouder of you than McKenzie Brackman.

Thanks, Leland.

I'll let you know what I decide.

Uh-huh.

In my office, now.

Dammit, Gwen, I thought I told you to be discreet.

About what?

A subpoena?

For the Roger Devries' letter.

About his misappropriation of funds.

How in the hell did they find out about this?

Not from me.

Well, it wasn't from me either.

I never wrote anything down.

I even coded the file to be safe.

And I didn't discuss this... with anyone.

What is it?

Did you tell someone?

No. Nobody.

[door thuds]

Gwen: You son-of-a-bitch! - What?

Arnie's case just blew up.

The other side subpoenaed that letter,

and once the judge sees it, he's bound to rule

in favor of the daughter.

So why are you yelling at me?

- Because you told them. - What?

Yesterday I tell you something

that no one but Arnie and I know.

And the next day, it's suddenly

in possession of opposing counsel.

You tell me, Frank, what else am I supposed to think?

This is demented.

Even if I had reason,

which I don't, I would never take information--

Arnie's had this case pending for months.

Is that why you cozied up to me?

Why you started dating me?

Yes and I'm a money launderer for BCCI too.

Listen to yourself. You sound like Oliver Stone.

Then you tell me how they found out

about the letter, Frank.

Maybe the husband kept a copy.

Maybe it was on disc and someone

discovered it by accident.

You know what this sounds like to me?

- No, what? - Like you're scared.

Like you let yourself get a little too close

after pushing men away for so long.

Don't change the subject!

You are only too eager to think the worst of me,

so you can walk away from this relationship

without guilt.

Relationship?

Don't flatter yourself.

We had sex, we didn't bond for life.

So you're not feeling crowded then?

The other night, that wasn't intimacy,

that was just a romp?

- Is that what you're saying? - Go to hell.

man on TV: Well, thanks so much, and...

[knocking on door]

Yeah?

I'm coming, I'm coming.

[knocking on door]

man on TV: We really got him for a team prize, and...

- Oh, Marcia? - I came to get you.

- Nobody called? - No. What's going on?

Donna Lowery's husband found a package

on his doorstep tonight.

He brought it to police an hour ago.

Mullaney: What sort of package?

One with $10,000 in it.

Part of the stolen money. The serial numbers match.

I've got Lowery waiting in my office.

- Do you mind? - Oh, as if I care.

Come on. You'll drive.

I'll dress.

When I saw the money, my head started spinning.

I thought, my God, maybe Donna's alive.

Then I realized, if she was alive,

well, she was still out of my life.

Only it felt even worse than before.

You didn't find a note? No handwriting on the package?

No.

Mullaney: You really think she could be alive, Gary?

Well, I-- I don't know.

Maybe.

W-- what do you think?

I think that we're done here.

And you can go home now.

I did the right thing, didn't I?

Uh-huh.

[groaning]

Is this a great mind at work

or are you just having a nicotine fit?

This is too convenient.

Price had to have sent that money.

He knows we gotta turn it over to the other side.

He's trying to create enough reasonable doubt to get off.

If that's true, he'd need help. He's locked up.

Mullaney: Which means he had an accomplice.

Probably somebody who was in it from the start.

You know, I've got this theory.

Guys who do murder aren't exactly rocket scientists.

Wow, where is a pencil? Let me write that down.

Hey.

All I'm saying is that we are smarter than them.

We should be able to figure this out.

If we don't, Price walks.

You know, when you mentioned an accomplice,

I flashed on Price's clothes.

The fact that there were no signs of dirt.

Maybe he had some help with the body.

What kind of budget does your office have?

Trafficante: Pretty comfortable. Why?

It's a long shot.

You're probably going to laugh.

Hey, I saw you in your boxer shorts.

What could be funnier? [laughs]

Do you want to hear this or not?

Sorry.

Go ahead.

What if it's a setup?

[knocking on door]

- Hi, Don. - Hi.

Uh, I just dropped by to tell you

to quit fighting the appeal.

Why? We've got every chance of winning this thing.

Yeah, well, it doesn't matter anymore.

I'm, I'm pulling out of the U.S. Market.

Some...

Some flag-hugging group heard about the Patriot

and they started to threaten

to boycott anyone who sells them.

I lose two big drug store chains in two hours.

Yeah, but there's still the principle.

I ain't got time for principles.

I-- I've got to get down to the docks and supervise

the loading of my condoms.

Customs is letting me ship them

as long as they go some place else.

- Where? - [chuckles] Japan.

Last month I shipped a few thousand Patriots

to Tokyo, you know, test the waters.

Now I've got orders coming out of my ears.

Kinda gives new meaning to the phrase

"Rising Sun," doesn't it?

[sighs] Well...

that's great.

What you said in the courtroom...

about being an American...

that was beautiful.

I want you to have this.

[paper rustling]

Six pack of Patriots.

Thanks.

Enjoy.

Sorry to interrupt your lunch.

No problem. What's up?

We just need you to look at something.

Please.

This is the security video from a bank in Honolulu.

It was taken two days ago.

- Yeah? - Watch closely.

[keys clacking]

Gary?

Is that your wife?

It can't be.

Mullaney: Are you sure? - Is it her, Gary?

Well, I...

- I don't know. - Could it be?

Maybe.

Turn it off.

Mullaney: Gary.

Level with me.

Is there any chance that Donna and Price

might be in this together?

No.

- No. - Okay.

Okay, thanks for coming down.

[indistinct chatter]

[door thuds]

Well?

He looks like he just saw a ghost.

It's me. Lowery just left.

Well, the salary's negligible

compared to what I make at McKenzie Brackman.

But, you know, if I ever decide to go back

into private practice, I can command

a hell of a lot more.

Jonathan, I didn't know you had

any political aspirations at all.

Oh, no, Zoe, at Harvard, I was one of the editors

of the Law Review.

I had won the Ames Competition.

Before I even graduated, I had job offers

from half a dozen law firms.

I mean, I was hot.

Now five years later, I'm not saying I'm cold...

just this isn't where I thought I'd be by now.

[sighs] Jonathan, what happens to you and me

if you take this job?

- What do you mean? Clemmons: Well, look at me.

I'm, I'm hardly the kind of girlfriend

who's likely to do a black politician any good.

That's ridiculous. That shouldn't matter.

It shouldn't but it will.

Well...

I won't let it...

Doesn't matter.

Last week you told me I wasn't being realistic

about Howard Grady.

Now who's being unrealistic?

[water splashing]

Hey, Zoe.

What would you say if I told you...

that I want to take this job?

I'd say I want you to do what makes you happy.

I mean that.

I know you do.

[grunting]

[crickets chirping]

[sirens blaring]

man on PA: Sheriff's Department. Hold it right there.

- Don't move! - Freeze, Lowery!

- Freeze! - Hold it, Lowery!

Hands in the air!

[gasps] officer 1: Turn around.

Nagy: Diaz and Robo check out his car.

Jackson, let's see what Mr. Lowery's been digging for.

Come to see whose body you buried?

It was you and Price, wasn't it, Gary?

From the start.

- What about the video? - An actress.

Gotta wonder who or what was in the trunk

Price gave you to bury.

Is this your wife's necklace?

Trafficante: Gary.

If you'll testify against Price,

we can make it easier on you.

I want to talk to my lawyer.

Read him his rights.

[grunts]

officer 2: You have got the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you.

So he paid your fee in rubber?

What's the difference between a tire

and 365 condoms?

Kelsey: I give up.

Well, one is a Goodyear,

and the other is a great year.

[both laugh]

I think we should try one of these.

It might be fun.

Honey, technically, that stuff is still contraband.

Well, that makes it even more thrilling.

No, no, no, no, no, I-- I've never been one

to wrap myself in a flag.

[both laugh]

Oh, look at this.

Oh, my God.

Oh.

I have a strong desire to salute it.

Yeah.

And I have a stronger desire...

to give you my unbending allegiance.

[both laugh]

Mmm.

[crickets chirping]

[knocking on door]

Mullaney: Yeah.

[Trafficante clears throat]

- Marcia. - Good news.

Come on in.

Gary Lowery pled out.

He's going to testify against Price.

You turned him around already?

I told him if he didn't talk, we'd go for the death penalty.

That can work.

[door thuds]

Trafficante: You know, I almost felt sorry for him.

Donna's cheating drove him nuts.

He said that's how Price sucked him in.

They'd both been rejected by her.

They both wanted revenge.

And they didn't mind the money either.

Congratulations.

[laughs]

Well, I was only second chair.

Not after this.

- Well... what's in the bag? - Beer.

I-- I thought you might want to help me celebrate.

- Unless you're too busy. - No, uh...

I just thought you might be sick of my face by now.

So did I.

[laughs] But I decided it's not such a bad face.

You sure know how to charm a guy.

[chuckles]

So should we go somewhere?

I mean, you don't want to sit around my motel room

drinking beer, do you?

I don't know, uh...

Sounds like it could have possibilities.

[telephone ringing]

- Hello? Gwen: Frank?

Gwen?

I hope I'm not calling too late.

No.

No.

What are you doing up so late?

Gwen: I'm just trying to study.

F-- Frank, um...

I want to apologize for yesterday.

You were right.

There are dozens of ways they could've found out

about that letter, I went off half-cocked.

Seemed fully cocked to me. I still have the powder burns.

I also wanted to...

tell you that you were right about something else.

It's been a long time since I've let myself...

get close to anyone.

And I have to work on that, I know.

But in the meantime, I am so sorry.

Kittredge: Hey...

it never happened.

Thanks.

- I'll see you tomorrow? Kittredge: Of course.

Kittredge: Go get some sleep. Bye.

Bye.

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Who was that?

Just a friend.

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