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- Mom, just put the phone by Lucy's ear.

Hi, sweetie.

It's Daddy.

How's my girl?

You OK?

I love you, sweetie, and I'll see you soon.

- (ON PHONE) Bye-bye!

- Bye-bye.

She said, bye-bye.

Yeah, Mom?

Uh, yeah.

Talk to you tomorrow.

Night.

[sighs]

- You know, Santa Barbara is the safest place for her right now.

- I know, but it's been a week.

[sighs] I miss her.

A lot.

[door opens]

- Thanks, Ms. Taylor.

By the way, you need another roll of TP.

[radio chatter]

Everything OK?

- Cops have been staked out in front so long,

now it feels like family.

I'm providing everything but turndown service.

[knocking]

Come in.

- Rumor is the coffee's ready.

- Help yourself.

When's this going to end?

- As soon as the psychopath resurfaces.

- OK.

Until then, what are our choices?

- We could live in fear or get on with our lives, I guess.

- Get on with our lives?

- Uh, Ms. Taylor?

We're out of Half & Half.

- Obviously, that's not so easy.

Oh, and in the morning, when you take the sports

section, could you leave the rest of the paper at the door,

huh? - Yeah.

- Let's go to bed.

- [laughs in disbelief] God.

[phone rings]

Oh.

Hello?

- (ON PHONE) Gwen?

- What have I ever done to you?

Why can't you leave us alone?

- (ON PHONE) I took a vow with Daniel.

And since you stole my husband, I want

to share the same vow with you.

Till death do us part.

- Daniel is not your husband, you are not his wife,

and if you think I am going to spend my life this way,

you are wrong.

If you want me, come and get me.

[theme music]

- Oh, for heaven's sakes.

What's wrong with Benny?

No bagels, no bear claws.

- Don't blame LA's finest.

You have us surrounded.

- Being under surveillance is no picnic, Arnie,

but I'm trying to go about my daily routine.

So let's get on with business.

- Couldn't put it better myself.

First up-- everyone's favorite innocent

convict, People versus Osgood.

- Well, the bad news is, Philip Tice,

who confessed to the Holiday murder recently died.

On the upside, I've secured an address on the missing witness.

Daniel and I plan on paying him a visit.

- Assuming the address is current.

- Let's hope so, because this could

be Frank Osgood's last chance.

Next, People versus D'Arcy.

- Anton D'Arcy is a longtime family friend.

The grand jury indicted him for arranging his father's murder.

I believe he's being framed.

- What do you know the grand jury doesn't?

- Come on, Douglas.

The grand jury would indict a baloney

sandwich if the DA wanted.

- Doesn't the DA have a confession?

- Not from our client.

The police have another suspect in custody

who's been offered a deal.

Now, he's pointing the finger at Anton to save himself.

- Because the trial's been expedited,

I've been helping Melina, and I'll step in as needed.

- Keep us posted.

Bancroft versus Bennett.

- Camille Bancroft, a Shakespeare professor

at Stanford, is suing her colleague, Simon Bennett,

for unfair competition.

- Over Shakespeare?

- Simon Bennett and Camille Bancroft

have taught together for years.

Not long ago, he published his own book based

on their teaching methods.

- It's a great book, Shakespeare in Love,

won the Bollinger Prize.

- Right.

Depositions start today, and I was hoping

to reach a settlement, but Simon and Camille

are like stubborn children.

They always have been.

- Do you know them?

- My first year at Stanford, I majored in drama.

Over time, I've kept in touch with Camille.

- Shakespeare's so depressing.

I mean, the lovers are always doomed.

- Or dead.

- That's why they call them tragedies.

- All's well that ends well.

- I'm the Assistant DA, Mulaney.

Thomas M. Mulaney, Jr.

- Thanks, Denise.

Officer, I'll vouch for Mr. Mulaney.

- Roxy.

What's with this police shakedown?

- It's protection for Gwen.

- Oh, do I look like a clear and present danger?

- Only to yourself.

- Wanna know something?

She's having my baby.

Honest.

- Tommy, I'm not going to pretend to understand this.

- What?

- It's one thing to grieve the loss of a parent.

It's another to destroy yourself in the process.

- Rox, I'm fine.

- You're drunk.

- Oh!

Well, excuse me if I like a little Kahlua in my coffee.

- Now you're smoking.

- I can quit anytime.

Well, hey, I'm late for work.

- You can't go to the office.

- Sure I can, Rox!

I am fine.

- Tommy. - What?

- Stop.

- Been a bunch of days since we slept together.

- I'm not the one who can't find his way home.

Stop! - Ah!

Who needs this anyway!

- It was the third weekend in November, a reunion at USC--

D'Arcy's 10th, my 25th.

I met Anton D'Arcy in a bar.

- How long were you there?

- Till closing.

We must have talked seven hours.

He kept buying, I kept drinking.

- What did you discuss?

- You name it.

Life, ambition, family, our disappointments.

I'd just lost my job.

D'Arcy seemed sympathetic.

- What was Mr D'Arcy's disappointment?

- Objection, hearsay.

- These are admissions, Your Honor.

- Overruled.

Witness will answer.

- What was troubling Mr. D'Arcy that night?

- Well, working for his father, primarily.

D'Arcy said his father was a control freak

and wouldn't give him any real responsibility.

- Were you sympathetic?

- Sure, but I'd just been fired.

I told him I'd switch places with him any day.

That's when he made his proposal.

- And what proposal was that?

- D'Arcy said he could solve both our problems

if I killed his father.

That way, he would inherit the business,

and I would come in as a partner.

- And you agreed?

- Not at first.

I thought he was joking.

But he kept on talking about what a bastard his father was

and what a great team we'd make.

About how this was the perfect crime

no one would ever suspect.

Eventually, I said yes.

- On the night of December 14, at approximately 10 PM,

what did you do?

- I drove my car to D'Arcy's house and parked out front.

I rang the bell, and when Burdick D'arcy

answered the door, I shot him.

- Then what?

- I took off.

I didn't even see that kid walking his dog.

But he saw me.

- Your witness.

- Mr. Swilling.

Since your USC reunion, have you seen Mr. D'Arcy?

Even spoken to him on the phone?

- No, never.

We agreed not to.

He just picked the date of the murder

and told me his father's address.

- Have you received any money, anything of value

from Mr. D'Arcy?

- Just a few drinks.

And his word.

- The word of a man you'd never met before.

- That's right.

- A man who you claim, after a few drinks,

persuaded you to murder someone you didn't even know.

- I was broke!

It isn't easy finding employment at my age!

Seemed like as good a solution as any.

- Well, Mr. Swilling, are you still unemployed?

How about a drink after court?

I've got a couple of enemies I'd love for you to knock off.

- Objection.

- Ms. Paros, restrain yourself.

Either ask your next question or sit down.

- Mr. Swilling, in exchange for this story--

- Objection.

This is sworn testimony, not some story.

- I'll rephrase.

In exchange for your testimony, what

deal have you made with the DA?

- I've pled guilty to second-degree murder

in exchange for testimony.

My cooperation will be brought to the attention

of the sentencing judge.

- Oh, I see.

So you hand over my client's scalp,

and you go to the minimum-security reservation.

- Objection.

- Ms. Paros.

- Nothing more.

- Excuse me.

[music playing]

- I've been out every day looking for a job, you know.

[arguing in background]

[knocking]

- Hey, Peter!

- Yeah.

[door creaks open]

Yeah?

- Mr. Manzo?

- Who are you?

- We're attorneys.

We'd like to ask you a few questions about a client,

a man named Frank Osgood.

- Is the name familiar?

- Could be.

- What about the name, Felicia Holiday?

- What about her?

- In 1959, you allegedly told your probation officer

you saw someone leaving the scene

of Felicia Holiday's murder.

- 1959 is a long time ago.

Maybe I forgot.

- It's possible Frank Osgood has spent the last 34

years wrongly imprisoned.

I put him there.

If you saw anything that night that supports his innocence,

we'd very much like to hear it.

- What's in it for me?

- You have the power to free an innocent man who's

suffered a terrible injustice.

- And what's in it for me?

- You'd be a hero, Mr. Manzo, get your name in the papers,

on TV.

The tabloids would probably even pay

you some cash for your story.

- Oh, yeah?

- Rocky start, huh?

- Swilling held his own on the cross.

A lot of good nailing.

Anton, you remember Jonathan.

- Oh, yeah, hi.

- He's going to help us rethink our attack.

- Same old problem?

- Motive.

We have to find a logical explanation why someone decides

to kill a total stranger.

- And the idea was a botched robbery?

- Swilling didn't take anything.

He left a wallet full of money, Rolex.

Jury's not going to buy that.

- Anton, in your conversation with Swilling,

can you think of anything he might have taken offense to?

- No, it was just a usual, amicable barroom BS.

I spouted off about my father.

Three weeks later, he's dead.

- Maybe Swilling's nuts.

- DA's ahead of us.

Police psychiatrist examines Swilling,

says he's weird but sane.

My guy said the same thing.

- So we find another expert.

- [sighs] All right, see who you can find.

If we can get medical testimony that

says Swilling's unbalanced, we have reasonable doubt.

- I'll get on the phone.

- Thanks.

You OK?

- Yeah, I guess.

You know, in a way, this whole thing is really my fault.

I mean, if I hadn't been ragging on my father--

- You two have been having a pretty rough time of it.

- We'd been at each other's throat since the time I was 12.

You know that.

But I didn't kill him.

I mean, if that's what you're thinking.

- Ms. Paros?

Judge is coming out.

- Thank you.

Anton, for what it's worth, I believe you.

Come on.

- When the guard said you were here,

I thought he was yanking my chain.

- Daniel Morales and I found the witness.

He'll testify that he saw Tice at the murder scene, not you.

The court's reopening your case.

- I told you I was innocent.

- I can't begin to express my regrets.

- Do you know how many times I've dreamed of getting close

enough to you so I could--

in the time it would take that guard to walk through the door,

I could snap your neck like a chicken bone.

- You won't.

- How can you be so sure?

- You're not a killer.

- Camille, Simon's lawyer has agreed

to re-release Shakespeare in Love and include

your name as co-author.

- Too late.

The damage has been done.

"Simon Bennett brings Shakespeare

alive for the modern audience."

Simon Bennett this, Simon Bennett that.

Simon's talent is performance, not analysis.

I mean, he's benefited from my work,

and now, he's going to add my name as an afterthought?

- "The venom clamors of a jealous woman, poison more

deadly than a mad dog's tooth."

Hello, Camille.

Still intent on this foolish exercise.

- You need only look in the glass to see the fool, Simon.

- Paul Jameson.

- Ann Kelsey.

Hello, Professor Bennett.

- Anne?

Is it you?

My sweet Juliet, my Titania, my Kate?

- My lawyer.

- Never saw a more natural actress, or more beautiful.

- Oh, Simon!

Do stop flirting!

Ann's not one of your students anymore.

- Camille, you wound me.

- [sighs] Always the innocent.

- Well, perhaps we should get started.

- I need to speak with Arnie.

- He's in with someone.

- Who?

- If he wanted you to know, he would have left the door open.

He's with the man who's starring in your life story.

- No!

- Yes.

- Who?

- Oh, not now, Douglas.

I'm feeling sick to my stomach.

- These days, who isn't?

[groans]

- Mr. Siegel, is it true that last year,

Camille Bancroft and Simon Bennett

approached you about publishing?

- Yes, they had an idea for a book

to make Shakespeare more accessible to the

average person.

- Dry academic criticism doesn't seem the stuff

of bestsellers, Mr. Siegel.

- Normally, I'd agree, but this particular book

captured my imagination, putting the great love

stories of Shakespeare in a cultural context.

West Side Story is Romeo and Juliet

during the '60s, for example.

Made for enjoyable reading.

- Were Bennett and Bancroft collaborating at the time?

- If you could call it that. - What do you mean?

- Well, they only had a general idea

of what they wanted to write.

- So what happened?

- Camille Bancroft withdrew from the project.

- And?

- I published Shakespeare in Love with Simon

Bennett's name as sole author.

- Did you have my client's permission?

- I didn't need it.

I obtained a full release from Mr.

Bennett, which included a warranty

that he owned the work.

- I have spent years developing those ideas.

I mean, you think I'd just let you up and steal them?

- You can't own an idea, Camille.

It's counter to every notion of scholarship!

- [scoffs] Scholarship!

What would you know about scholarship?

You're an actor!

You don't even know how to think creatively.

- But you don't know how to feel.

You've spent a lifetime studying the great love affairs

of literature, and you don't have the slightest

idea what it means to love!

- We'll be back.

- I was Burdick D'Arcy's personal attorney for 28 years.

- What was your most recent assignment for Mr. D'Arcy?

- Restructuring his estate.

Burdick wanted his holdings, including

100% of his company's stock, to be

placed in a spendthrift trust.

- And what is that?

- It's an arrangement under which assets

cannot be sold or collateralized without

approval from the trustee.

- Who is to be the trustee?

- Mr. D'Arcy.

And upon his death, I became trustee.

- Why didn't he appoint Anton?

- Anton was Burdick's sole heir, and he's

the reason for the trust.

Six months ago, I had the distasteful task of settling

some of Anton's gambling debts.

Gentlemen of questionable repute were threatening him.

Burdick gave me $30,000 to make them go away.

- Under the trust, how much control would Anton

have over his father's fortune?

- None.

- Was the trust executed?

- No.

Burdick was to sign the documents December 21,

and he was murdered on December 14.

- So what now?

- Anton gets everything.

- Nothing further.

- Mr. Bannion, have you discussed

this trust with my client?

- No.

- Do you know if Burdick D'Arcy told his son about the trust?

- I have no idea.

- So you don't know if Anton even knew about it.

- I mailed a draft of the documents to Burdick's office,

where Anton works as well.

I can only presume--

- Let the jury do the presuming.

Do you know, for a fact, if Anton knew about this trust?

- No.

- Thank you.

Since the night I bailed you out,

we must have had 100 conversations.

You didn't tell me anything about any gambling debts!

And I've got to find out about it from a prosecution witness?!

- If I thought it was significant,

I would have said something about it.

- It makes you look like dirt! - Come on!

You know how my father felt about me.

You knew about the trust.

- Well, I didn't know about this!

- I didn't want you to know.

I mean, look at me, Melina.

I'm 30 years old.

I mean, you have no idea what it's like not to be a success.

You of all people.

- When you were 12 years old, you started that fire

in your father's garage.

I was the only one you told.

- Yeah, and when Father asked you if you knew

anything about it, you said no.

- Did you have him killed, Anton?

- No.

God, no.

Come on, Melina.

If you don't believe me, what's the jury going to think?

- Is there anything else I should know?

- No.

Nothing.

[phone rings]

- Hello, this is Gwen.

- (ON PHONE) Gwen.

I didn't want you to think I'd forgotten you.

I am coming to get you.

- (ON PHONE) I'm not afraid of you.

- Yes, you are.

Bye-bye.

- He's still in there?

Roxanne, who is it?

Who's starring in my life story?

- Douglas, if you don't move, this isn't going to be pretty.

- Ah!

Douglas, great timing.

There's somebody I want you to meet.

Erik Estrada, Douglas Brackman.

- Hi.

Really looking forward to playing

your character in the film.

We should spend some time together, you know,

so I can pick up your routine.

- Sure.

Ah!

Good.

- Who's there?

- It's me, Roxanne.

It's Ann.

Everything OK?

- Ann, when you were pregnant, did you ever have any problems?

- Oh, uh, you know, just the usual morning sickness.

Why?

[toilet flushes]

- I'm bleeding.

And I feel really sick.

- Oh.

That doesn't sound so good.

Why don't you come over here and sit down?

- I'm afraid I'm losing my baby.

- Oh, I'm sure you're not, sweetie.

Just, why don't you lie down here?

I'm going to call your doctor.

[crying]

[music playing]

- Dr. Kaiser, have you examined Mr. Swilling

and his psychiatric records?

- Yes.

In my opinion, Mr. Swilling suffers

from borderline dependent personality disorder.

- And what are the symptoms of that disorder?

- Unstable personal relationships

and impulsive behavior, combined with a desire

for social acceptance.

- Objection, Your Honor.

He's just described half of Los Angeles.

- Sit down, Mr. Scott.

You'll have your turn.

- Continue, Doctor.

- Well, a man like Mr. Swilling could

exist for many, many years without

any noticeable incident, and then a crisis occurs.

- Could losing one's job qualify as such a crisis?

- Certainly.

- What could happen to a person with Mr. Swilling's

personality disorder?

- A micropsychotic episode could be triggered,

and the subject could become delusional.

- Could Mr. Swilling's delusional propensity

have caused him to believe that Anton D'Arcy was asking

him to murder his father when, in fact,

no such overture occurred?

- In my opinion, that is exactly what happened.

- Thank you.

- Dr. Kaiser, for a man of 50 to suddenly commit murder,

wouldn't you expect to find some history of violence?

- Yes.

- Do you know of a single incident

in Mr. Swilling's past?

- No, but--

- So a man with no violent history suddenly

commits premeditated murder in order

to please a complete stranger.

Is that what you're saying?

- It's not that simple.

- Yes or no, Doctor?

- Essentially.

- You're asking this court to believe that this killing was

due to a micropsychotic episode, rather

than a simple murder for hire?

- Oh, it's possible.

- Where did you get your degree, Doctor?

Disneyland? - Objection.

- Withdrawn. - I'm done with the Doctor.

- Mr. Manzo, where were you at the time?

- Well, like I told you, I was on a second-floor landing.

Somebody come out of Felicia Holiday's apartment.

I ran down stairs.

- Did you recognize the man?

- Yeah, it was Phil Tice.

He's one of my best customers.

- How so?

- Well, I used to sell him junk.

Anyway, this time, he was in a hell of a hurry,

and he had a necklace in his hand.

- How can you be sure it was a necklace?

- He acted suspicious to me, so I followed him outside.

When he got out there, he threw whatever he had

in his hand down a storm drain.

After he left, I fished it out.

It was a necklace all full of blood.

- Your Honor will recall that Philip

Tice confessed to strangling Felicia

Holiday with her necklace.

Mr. Manzo, what became of the necklace?

- Well, I washed the blood off and took it downtown

and fenced it.

After that, I don't know what happened to it.

- Nothing further.

- How long have you taught at Stanford, Professor Bancroft?

- 12 years.

- And how long have you been associated with Simon Bennett?

- He began teaching drama the same year that I

joined the English department.

- Professor Bancroft, why did you go with Simon Bennett

to a publisher?

- I thought that we were discussing a scholarly work,

not a witless hack job.

- A bestseller.

The public loves my book.

- However you may have bastardized the prose,

the ideas are still mine.

- After 12 years of working together,

you can tell whose ideas are whose.

- Easily.

Simon never had an original thought in his life.

- I object to that!

- I wrote, "Romeo reconciles his conflicts between love

and sexuality through Juliet, the duality

of growth and decay."

And here, "Romeo saw Juliet as a ripe tomato."

I mean, is this what my life's work has been reduced to?

- Camille, I--

- If you don't like the book, why object if your name

isn't on the cover?

- In my world, the currency is neither money nor fame.

It's ideas, originality of thought.

I mean, this is how we are judged.

- Judged by whom?

A bunch of dried-up professors just like us?

I saw the chance for us to do something together,

to grab a little glory!

- Notoriety.

I mean, all those college girls clamoring for an autograph.

This is all you cared about, Simon, your own ego.

- Open your eyes, Camille!

I care about you!

All those years, side by side, you never really looked at me.

Well, I'm no Romeo, no Hamlet, but for god's sake!

"Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments.

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

but bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved."

I humbly do beseech you of your pardon for too much loving you.

- No, Erik.

It's OK. You wait here.

I'll be a minute.

- It's been changed to 3:00.

- How are things going?

- He's trying to pick up my rhythms.

- What are you talking about?

- Señor Estrada refuses to leave me alone.

Keeps asking me questions about a lawyer's motivation.

We should have kept this story in a woman's prison.

- Douglas, what would you like me to do?

- Kill this project at Worldwide.

Otherwise--

- Otherwise what?

- Otherwise nothing.

As a friend, please?

- Hey, Tommy.

We've been trying to reach you since yesterday.

Where have you been? - What?

What's up?

- Roxanne went to the hospital yesterday.

She had some bleeding.

- Oh, god, no.

- Well, the judge has thrown out your conviction.

- I'm free?

- No.

No, unfortunately, the DA refuses to drop the indictment.

- What does that mean?

- You're entitled to a new trial.

- How many trials do I have to win?

- Tice is dead, Manzo is a career criminal,

and the DA is not totally convinced.

So they offered a deal.

- The DA will agree to time served.

You could be on the street by tonight.

- I'm innocent, but you want me to plead guilty?

- That's up to you.

You tell the court you're guilty, you walk out the door.

Once you're free, you can tell the world the truth,

that you're innocent.

- For 34 years, I've been telling the truth.

I'm not about to start lying now.

I'll take the trial.

- Arnie, did you talk with Beatrice Schuller at Worldwide?

- I'm waiting for her to return.

[alarm blaring]

- People, everyone!

Let's stay calm!

Proceed to the nearest exit in an orderly fashion!

Arnie!

- I'm waiting for Beatrice's call.

- Don't be insane.

Bring the portable.

Nice and easy!

Not the elevators!

Take the stairwell!

- Ms. Taylor!

Ms. Taylor!

There you are. Come on.

- I was getting some files.

- Stay close.

I don't want to lose you in this crowd.

- Nice and orderly.

I smell smoke.

Do you smell smoke?

Stay calm!

Slowly.

Don't rush.

[alarm continues]

- Lucky no one was hurt.

A real catastrophe was averted. - Are you serious?

It's gonna be a long time before Philipson's reopens

and topless women are showing their wares again.

- Did you spot 'em? - No.

I looked carefully, but I didn't see her.

- Who knows?

Maybe this nutcase has finally decided to leave you alone.

- I don't think so.

- Is it always so dramatic around here?

- Has been lately.

So have you thought any more about Simon's little show?

- Oh, such an outrageous flirt.

You know, he's been married twice.

Of course, this is just a ploy to get me to drop the lawsuit.

- What if it isn't?

What if he really does love you?

- Oh, please.

I know so much about him.

I know every annoying habit, every tick, every--

- So there won't be any surprises.

A lot of women would jump at the chance to be with Simon.

- Mm.

A lot of women have.

Besides, I don't jump.

I'm a professor, not an acrobat.

- You're entitled to step back from the books now and then.

He's made the first move.

All you have to do is--

- My dear Ann, I am too old to play Juliet.

- Too old or too scared?

Camille, I've learned so much from you as a student.

Will you listen to me now as a friend?

In the last few months, Stuart and I

were so far apart, that we hardly had any marriage at all.

And instead of reaching out to him, I shut myself off.

I came so close to losing the most precious thing in my life.

And I'd hate to see that happen to you.

Besides, Simon's too old to play Romeo.

- True, we have seen better days.

At least show me the courtesy of hearing me out.

- It is best to speak plain and to the purpose.

- For heaven's sake, woman!

Will you kindly shut up?

- [laughs] I would, but 'tis the thickness of your skull

makes you hard of hearing.

- Come, come, you wasp.

In faith, you are too angry.

- If I be waspish, best beware my sting.

- What'd you find out?

- Well, I went down to Del Mar where Swilling

worked and nosed around.

I found out why he was fired.

He was forced out by a supervisor,

a guy named Larry Torica, in order

to make room for a younger man.

- So?

- So, Torica was shot by an unknown assailant

outside Pandora's night club on December 11.

- That's three days before my father.

- Yeah, but Swilling didn't kill Torica.

Del Mar cops already checked it out.

His alibi is airtight.

- Are you sure?

- Oh, yeah.

But a witness described our client here to a T.

- Well, there must be about 1,000 people who look like me.

- Yeah, but 1,000 people didn't valet park

outside Pandora's that night.

They wrote down your plate number, Anton.

- You switched victims with Swilling.

- You have been watching too much Hitchcock.

- You switched the victim so neither of you

would appear to have a motive.

Makes it impossible to investigate.

- If that's true, why didn't Swilling

just tell that to the DA?

- Because he couldn't.

He'd be admitting to two homicides

and risk the death penalty.

- Look.

What I-- I may or may not have done is really my business.

- Oh, I don't think so.

- This discussion is privileged.

And your investigation, such as it is, goes nowhere.

- I'm withdrawing from this case.

- Why?

Because you think I might be guilty?

A parking stub is hardly proof of murder, Melina.

In any case, it isn't really your job to judge me.

I've got a shot at acquittal here.

You screw it up, and I'll have your license.

- You little son of a bitch.

- Hey, you're the one who always bragged about becoming a lawyer

when we were growing up.

Defend me, Melina.

That's your job now.

[door slams]

- How can you continue to doubt this man's innocence?

The murderer confessed, and Manzo backed him up.

- They're crooks.

- If they'd been available when I had this case,

it never would have gone to trial.

- They were available.

You didn't follow through.

- So Frank Osgood should continue to pay the price?

- If we drop the charges, the DA could be sued for Osgood's

false imprisonment.

[grunts]

- Would the District Attorney's office

actually keep an innocent man locked

up for fear of a civil suit?

Ms. Jenkins, as an officer of the court,

I ask you to reconsider.

Is this the justice you and I sought to obtain?

I made a mistake, and Frank Osgood spent

nearly half his life in jail.

You must fight this, because believe me,

it will become your nightmare, too.

And I assure you, it will haunt you.

- Burdick D'Arcy was about to handcuff his spendthrift son,

but Anton D'Arcy found out about it and didn't like it.

What to do?

Anton couldn't kill his father himself.

No, better to find someone else and have an alibi.

Peter Swilling was unemployed and greedy--

an ideal dupe.

For a mere promise of financial security, he killed a man

and got caught.

At least, he had the decency to come clean.

Now, a so-called expert psychiatrist suggests

that Mr. Swilling was nuts.

But as I suggested, the motive was greed.

Old-fashioned greed, ladies and gentlemen.

And now, it's time for Mr. D'Arcy to pay.

- It's not my job to convince you of anything.

That's his job.

My job in this case is to remind you what's missing.

To point out that when you're in that jury room,

debating Peter Swilling's bizarre story, wondering how it

is possible that a man without so much as a jaywalking ticket

could agree to murder a total stranger,

you are putting into action the key concept

of our system of justice--

reasonable doubt.

It's a concept that protects you and me and Anton D'Arcy.

Blackstone said, it is better that 500

guilty men go free than one innocent man be convicted.

If you are not convinced beyond a reasonable doubt,

in your hearts, you must let this man go.

- I still want you staying in bed the next few weeks.

- OK.

- Rox! - Hey!

- Roxanne!

- Tommy?

In here.

- You can't go in--

- Roxy!

Oh, hi, Dr. Parker.

Rox, this is my fault.

- No.

- Yeah, I should have been there for you, Rox.

Forgive me, please.

I need our life together.

- I know.

- I'm so sorry about our baby.

And when you're ready, if you want to, we can try again.

- What are you talking about?

The baby's fine.

- Is this true?

- Roxanne experienced some bleeding,

but there's no sign of effacement,

and everyone appears healthy.

- Wait.

I want you to hear something.

Do you mind?

- With pleasure.

- What?

- There, hold this.

Come here.

Hold it.

- What?

- Shh.

Listen.

[heartbeat thumping softly]

[gasps]

- Is that--

- It's our child's heartbeat.

- Is your verdict unanimous?

- It is, Your Honor.

- What say you?

- In the matter of the People of the State of California

versus Anton D'Arcy, we the jury find the defendant not guilty.

- Members of the jury, thank you for your time.

Mr. D'Arcy, you're free to go.

Court's adjourned.

- Congratulations, Counselor.

- Keep away from me.

- (LAUGHING) What?

What?

- I was this close to turning you in.

- Well, yeah, but you didn't--

hey!

Come on, come on!

Is this any way to treat an old friend?

I mean, what are people going to think?

- Go to hell.

- Mr. D'Arcy. - We'd like to know why you--

- Did you know about the trust?

- So they agreed on a settlement.

- Bennett will release the book with both their names.

The profit's to be donated to a scholarship fund.

- All for a pair of star-crossed lovers.

You know, I, uh--

I worked with a Shakespeare company once.

- Really?

- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, the summer before law school.

- Let me guess.

Hamlet?

- Mm-mm.

I was the stage manager.

You know, you need a sword, you need a bodkin, I'm your man.

- I've always loved your bodkin.

- What about my sword?

[chuckles]

- What I want to know is, what would

have happened with us If I hadn't made the first move?

- You mean, if you hadn't gotten sloshed

and dragged me off to your apartment?

- Yeah, you think we would have gone on like Camille and Simon,

just working side by side, never seeing the possibilities?

- No way I was going to miss you.

Not unless I was struck blind.

[chuckles]

- This is only about setting a date.

That's all. - All rise.

- Be seated.

Ms. Jenkins, Mr. Morales, I am setting a trial

in this matter for April 3.

- Your Honor, that won't be necessary.

The people believe, in light of Mr. Osgood's 34

years of incarceration and the difficulty of proving our case,

it's no longer in the public's interest to retry him.

- So ordered.

Mr. Osgood, you're a free man.

Case dismissed.

This court is adjourned.

[music playing]

- Thanks, Morales.

- Congratulations, Frank.

- McKenzie.

Thanks.

- Thank you.

Thank you so much.

[laughter]

- Any idea when you'll be leaving?

- I can leave now.

- Whatever you want to do, if you want to work late,

I can send down for some supper.

- Uh, nah.

Let me just go grab a file and we can go.

- OK.

- Hello, Gwen.

- (QUIETLY) Oh, my god.

- I was hoping we'd have time for a little chat.

You've been awfully busy lately.

- What do you want, Alison?

- What do you want, Gwen?

- I just want to be left alone.

- Is that all?

I think you want a little more than that.

I think you want Daniel.

I think you want Lucy.

I think you want to be a big shot lawyer.

I think you want all kinds of things.

- OK.

Assume I want those things.

Is that wrong?

- Well, it depends on how you go about getting them.

Daniel used to be interested in me.

He paid attention to me.

He used to flirt with me.

You can't just cut in front of someone.

- I'm sorry.

I didn't know I had done that.

- Yes, you did.

You cut ahead of me.

And now, I'm going to cut ahead of you.

[laughs]

- Alison.

- Did you get my little pun?

That was funny.

- Yeah.

I got it.

- You never invited me over to your house.

- Let me make up for that right now.

Let me invite you over.

We'll get to know one another.

- I don't want you looking at me as though I'm some case

study in aberrational behavior.

In fact, I don't want you looking at me at all.

I'm going to have to put your eyes out.

- Drop the knife.

I said, drop it!

- You'll have to kill me first.

[gunshot]

[yells]

[yells]

- We have everything we need.

You two can go on home.

OK?

Hey, Gwen.

The thing you got to do now is forget that this ever happened.

- I don't know if I can.

- (QUIETLY) Come on, baby.

Hey.

Let's go.

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