All language subtitles for Accused.2023.S02E05.720p.x264.ESubs.[320MB].[MP4]-[y2flix]

(man): Look, we have to make
a decision.

(man): Her arraignment's
in ten minutes.

We're running out of time.

- What if I petition the court?
What if I say

that she's not competent
to aid in her own defense?

Mom, what do you want me to do?

I'm not letting
you go to prison.

- I don't need a lecture.

- Well, then tell the truth!

- I did it. I'm guilty.

I'm pleading guilty.

- This is a load of crap
and you know it.

There's no way--
- Margot, we know

that you're a victim in this,

but we can't help you
if you keep insisting--

- I am not a victim.
And I don't owe you

or anyone an explanation.
It's my life.

Actions have consequences.
I won't be bullied.

(tense music)

(phone ringing)

No, I cannot just
"squeeze you in."

Your appointment was at 1.
It's 1:43.

- Dr. Brustein's office,
please hold?

- But I called! There was
an accident on the highway.

- And I hope nobody was hurt,

but Dr. Brustein
has a 15-minute grace period,

and if I let you see him now,

he'll be running
40 minutes behind

for the rest of the day,
and that wouldn't be fair

to all the other patients
who managed

to get here on time,
now would it?

- Oh my God. It's a cleaning.

- Hey! Is that Bella Domont?

I just played 9 holes
with your father on Sunday.

He's got a hell of a swing.

- She's saying
I have to reschedule.

After I sat in traffic
for an hour.

- Okay, okay. Uh,
why don't you come on back?

- Uh, doctor, we have a policy.
Her appointment was at 1.

- Well, I think we can manage.

- I call every patient 48 hours
before their appointment

to confirm and to make sure
they know

about the 15-minute
grace period.

- I drew. Margot, it's you.

- I mean, why have rules if
you're not gonna enforce them?

- Honey, you gotta let it go.
The stress is gonna kill you.

- Oh, please,
she lives for this kinda thing.

It revs her engine.
- That's not true.

I'm sorry that we can't all be
full-time ladies of leisure.

- Oh boy, here we go.

- I'm serious. I wouldn't retire
even if I could.

You know? Boredom is lethal.
You can Google it.

- Nobody's asking you to go home

and sit there
and molder all day.

- What do you want me to do?

Take ballroom dance
with you two?

- No. Don't do that.
Find your own hobby!

- I gotta say, we went again
last week. It was a hoot.

- Oh, did I tell you this?
Alexei, took me aside last week

and said...
Alexei is this great teacher.

He said I should really try
an amateur competition.

- Well, if Alexei says so.

- Excuse me! He is a two-time

National Latvian Ballroom
Dancing Champion!

- And his hips don't lie,
lemme tell you.

- Mm-hmm. And that is gin.

- Oh man!
- Of course it is.

- Wanna go one more?

- I can't.
I have to get back to Bill.

He's down for the count
with acid reflux.

- Well, in that case,
run, don't walk.

- And besides,

Deb has a hot date tonight.

This one is from Tinder.

(Deb): Wanna see?
- How old's this one?

- If Gil can be shtupping
someone half his age

during the last ten years
of our marriage, why can't I?

Really, Margot,
you should try the apps.

They're a lot of fun.

- I have plenty of fun.
Just without the chlamydia.

- Oh, please.
What's one more pill?

- Yeah, but, Debra,
you should be very careful.

I was watching
this Netflix documentary

a couple of night ago
about serial catfishing.

Oh my God,
You don't wanna wind up

in the back of some trunk
hacked to pieces.

- I'd like to see 'em try.

(women gasp)

- Good God! Do you carry
that thing around with you?

- You're out of your mind.

- Safety first.

(laughing)

- Be safe.

(phone ringing)

(sighing)

Hi, sweetheart.

- Hi, Mom. How ya doin'?

- Oh, I'm okay.
How's Brady's fever?

- Ah, better.
He's finally sleeping.

- Oh, that's good.

- I'm sorry
about this weekend.

As soon as Tom finds a new job,
I promise we'll come visit.

- Ah, don't worry about it.
I understand.

- I know, I just hate
the thought of you spending

the anniversary alone.
I can almost hear Dad saying,

"What's the big deal?
It's just money!"

(chuckles)
- Yeah, God love him.

But maybe let's not take
his financial advice

from beyond the grave?

Anyway, I won't be alone.
Connie's taking me to lunch.

- Oh, great. Where?

- Oh, some little Italian place
downtown

by the dance studio where
she's taking salsa lessons.

- Connie's taking salsa?
I thought it was tai chi.

- That was last month.
You know Connie.

(baby crying)
- Ah, shoot.

Mum, he's up. I gotta go.

- Go, go, go.
- I love you.

- Love you too.

(soft music)

(sighs)

There you are.
What's going on?

- Did you get my text?

- How come you haven't changed?
- I tried to call you.

- What? When?
- I screwed up. I'm so sorry.

He teaches at 11 on Fridays,
and 12 on the weekends.

- Oh, for God's sake...
- Class is about to start

right now. Please, can you wait?
Please, please. I already paid.

- We have a reservation.

- They always have tables.

Come on. Come on in and watch.

You'll enjoy it.
Look, if I skip now,

I don't get my money back. So...

Afterwards, lunch is on me.

- Lunch was already
on you, Connie.

- Then get the filet mignon,
baby,

and don't feel bad. Come on.

- One more time, I show you
from the top. Here we go.

One, two, three. And...

Bah, bah, bah.

Two, three. And!

This one. Beautiful.
Travel back like this.

One, two, three.
Then we can start again.

One, two, three. Keep going.

Let me see it.

Like this, yes. Beautiful.

- I'm lovin' this.
I am loving this!

- No, and I am loving it too,

more than you,
but the other foot.

- Oh! Oh, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

The other...

(Alexei): Uh...
nope, the other foot.

- This one. This other one.
- Yes.

- Okay.
- This one.

- Shh, shh, shh, shh.
Shh-shh.

- Uh... Here.
Why don't I show you?

- Oh, yeah. Please, please.
- Do you mind if I touch?

- You may touch. Yes!
- Okay. We go left.

- We go left.
- We go left.

- Little step.
- Okay, now.

- One more time. We go left.
We go right.

We go left.
- Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

- That's the... the other foot.
You see?

- You distracted me!
- All right.

We will do it
one more time, everybody.

- Okay.
- Okay?

- Una mas.
- Two, three, and...

(salsa music playing)

- Connie, it's the other foot.
The left foot.

- Oh, oh, right. We have another
expert in the building.

- No, it's just that
you're not paying attention.

Just pay attention
to what he's saying.

He showed you himself.

- Okay.

(Connie): Well...
I almost had it.

(woman clears throat)
- Alexei!

- Sadly, that is all we have
time for today.

Okay. You're so beautiful.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Good work. Good work.

Here. Let me give you this.

Maybe next time,
you can join in the fun?

- Oh, that's all right.

- I teach on Tuesdays
and Fridays at 11 and 3.

- Uh, she works all day.

- Oh. What do you do?

- Uh, I just,
I run a dentist's office.

- Oh, actually,
I'm due a cleaning.

Maybe I could stop by?
(chuckling)

- Just don't ask her
to squeeze you in.

- Alexei!
Janine's got the room at one.

- See you soon, I hope, huh?
- Uh, yeah. Right.

- Truth is, we get
a dozen complaints a week.

Patients are going elsewhere.
I'm telling you,

she's a liability.
- I hear you, okay.

And I'll talk to her.
What else can I do?

- It's not gonna help.
This is just who she is.

- I-I don't know what
you want me to say, okay?

Her husband left me
the practice.

I can't exactly fire her.
- Well, she's never gonna leave.

Honestly,
she's got nothing else.

It's not like
she can get another job.

I mean, who's gonna hire her?
- Look, if we can just...

Margot! Uh...

Aren't you off today?

- I thought I'd come in
and catch up

with last week's invoices.

But God forbid I should
be in anyone's way.

- No, no, Margot.

- Yeah. Believe it or not,

I have better things
to do with my time.

- Could, just...
Could you just wait a second?

Margot. Look...
- Please, look at me.

Whatever you think you're doing,
it's not worth it.

You don't want to explain? Fine.

Then keep your mouth shut.

But let him try to defend you.

For my sake.

For your grandkids.

(clerk): All rise.

Docket number 24-CR-7653.

United States of America
vs. Margot Holloway.

Defendant is charged
with one count Fraud,

one count Conspiracy
to Commit Fraud,

and one count
Assaulting a Federal Officer.

(judge): How does
the defendant plead?

- Not guilty, Your Honor.

(theme music)

(light music)

(Alexei): Okay, you are set.
Thank you.

- I don't know, he's cute,

but he was dull
as freakin' dishwater.

- Welcome in, ladies.

- Remind me,
this was the musician?

- No, that's Bradley.

This one works in the Air Force.

- Wooo! She's a very
skillful juggler.

- Ah. Breaking all
the hearts, are we?

- There's a line, Alexei.

- Oh! Look what
the cat dragged in!

- What are you doing here?
I thought you were supposed

to be at work.
- Well, believe it or not,

I took the day off.
I thought, what the heck?

Emily's been bugging me
about getting more exercise.

- Oh, well this is terrific!

Hey, add her to my card,
would ya?

- I'll do it.
Uh, he'll take who's next!

- Connie's a popular lady.
Bringing all her beautiful

friends, huh?
- What can I say?

I live to spread joy.

(Latin music)

- Right turn. Under I go.

There we go.

Look at you. Beautiful!

That's good.

Move those hips. That's right.

Look at you! Beautiful!

There we go.

There we go. I go under.

(cheering)

Beautiful! Okay.

Round of applause.
(cheering, applause)

Let's go!
- No, no.

- Let's go.
- No. I don't want to.

- Come this way. Here we go.

We do this step.

That's right.

This way.

This way.

(indistinct chatter)

(♪)

Oh, look! The other way!

(cheering)
Oh!

You just have fun!

Because life is about
fun and dancing!

Yes!

Beautiful.

(music fades)

- Well, that was quite
a workout.

- Right? I haven't shvitzed
like this since menopause.

(laughing)
- It's Margot, yes?

- Uh, yeah.

- So, you have dance background?

- Uh, no, not at all.
- I don't believe you.

- You know, just maybe
a little ballet,

but that was a lifetime ago.

- I never knew that.

- Okay, ladies,
ladies of the dance,

let's leave the poor man alone.

He's got another class to teach.
- Oh, no, it's fine.

- Honey, I'm so glad you came!

Connie, I'll see you Sunday.
- See you Sunday.

- Thanks again, Alexei.
- Beautiful work.

- This is for you.

Oh, we have a lot
to discuss. But not here.

(intriguing music)

- What was that about?

- Hmm?
- With the check.

I thought we pay at the desk.

- Okay, I'll tell you,

but you can not breathe
a word of this to anyone.

You've seen how Wendy
treats Alexei.

She's on him, all the time.

She plays favorites
with the schedule,

and I don't know
if you know this,

but she takes over half
of what he makes per class.

He's gotta do UberEats
twice a week

just to make ends meet.
- Yeah, so?

- So, he wants to open up
his own private little studio.

And he found this gorgeous place
over on Carroll Street.

It's still under construction,
but the space is perfect.

- So what? You're investing?

- You betcha! Yeah.

He needs about 100 grand
to get things off the ground

and secure the lease.
So, I am putting in 20,

and Deb's putting in five.

Look, you've seen what
he can do.

His classes are always packed.

That man has charisma.

I think this
could really explode. Really!

Don't you?

(prosecutor): Please state your
full name for the record.

- Constance Lydia Baker.

- And what is your relationship
with the defendant?

- I've known Margot
for almost 30 years.

She was my best friend.

At least that's what I thought.

- And you first introduced
the defendant to Alexei?

- Yeah. Yeah. I, I invited her
to audit the class.

But I never actually
thought she was gonna enroll,

because she's very skeptical
about frivolous things,

and I would have thought
that dance classes

would have fit into
that category for her.

But people will surprise you.

And Margot
was full of surprises.

- Quick, quick, slow.

Quick, to the side.

Quick, quick, slow.

Look at it. It's perfect.

And turn--
- Oh, see,

that's where I get mixed up.

- That's because
you are overthinking it.

Close your eyes,
forget the feet.

- Uh...
- Okay.

You can still see me, yes?

- Mm-hmm.
- That's because

your eyes still open.
(chuckles)

- Okay...

- Good. Now, picture with me.

We're by the sea,
the sun is setting.

(laughing)
- Oh, brother.

- But you know
why you're laughing,

because it's scary at first,

but you, you just
have to trust it.

- Okay. All right.

- Okay?

Listen. I bet you will hear it.

Quick, quick, slow.
Quick, quick, slow.

That's it. It's easy, right?

Again. That's it.

Quick, quick, slow.
Quick, quick, slow.

See? Easy.
- Oh.

- Yes. Dance...
is just this moment.

That's what makes it
so precious.

It's just you, me, here now.

We are the waves crashing,
and then?

We're gone. Poof.
(laughing)

(distant laughing)

(Alexei): It's perfect. Look.

Easy. see? Then we can go.

- Oh!
- Easy.

(Margot laughing)

- Stereo locked?

- Uh, yup, like always.

- My iPad's in there.
Someone could swipe it.

- I double-checked.
- Oh, also,

I, uh looked at
the spring schedule,

there isn't gonna be room
for a Wednesday Samba.

Janine's doing
her Vinyasa intensive.

90 minutes.

- Janine's class is like
half the size of mine.

- And she's been with us
five years, so she has priority.

- You don't want to make money?

- I know how to run
my business, Alexei.

- Sorry you had to see that.

- Oh, she's a piece of work.

She doesn't appreciate you.
That's not right.

- You busy now?

Or you have to go back
to the dentist?

There's a little café close by.
Very good dumplings.

- No, I have to get home.
You must be tired.

- You're not hungry
after all that dancing?

Yes?

- I begged my mother,
but dance wasn't something

she thought had any use.

Practically speaking.

And ballet classes
were expensive.

My proportions weren't quite
right anyway.

Well, then when I met
my husband, he took me

swing dancing a few times,
cause he knew I enjoyed it.

He was terrible.
(laughing)

But he tried.

- Uh, what was he like?

- Oh, gosh, uh...

Spirited, I guess you could say.

You know, he'd start up
a conversation

with just about anyone.

Everybody's best friend.

Drove me crazy sometimes.

- How long since...?

- Oh, eight years. Heart attack.

- Sorry.

- What about you? No family?

- I married young.

Before I came to the U.S.

I wasn't a very good husband.

So, we divorced, which was
definitely for the best.

Uh my mom, she's still
back in Latvia, Riga.

I try to visit once a year,
but it's getting

so expensive so, you know,
I send money when I can.

- That must be hard.

Well, speaking of money,

Connie said you're trying
to open your own place?

No, don't worry.
I'm not gonna tell anyone.

I think it's terrific.
You're so gifted.

- Uh, maybe.

- Is it around here?
Could I see it?

(prosecutor): Was she
in love with him?

- Well, Alexei was a flirt.
Everybody knew that.

I mean, most of the gals
in his classes

had crushes on him.

- Mm-hmm. Including Margot?

- Yeah.

The truth is,
Margot fell hard.

She...

She was a goner.

She was absolutely
enamored of him.

She was lonely, you know?
I knew that.

And loneliness breeds
strange bedfellows.

(Alexei): So, the front desk
could go there.

And behind that,
there's these two big rooms.

You could knock down the wall,
make one giant dance space.

It's carpet,
but definitely wood underneath,

so you could rip out and polish.

Yeah, it's the perfect space
for dance.

- So, what's the problem?

- Oh, you know, owner not sure
about dance business.

He probably wants it to be
some Chipotle or something.

Oh, and he wants a whole year
up front. Like, who can do that?

- Hmm.

How much more do you need?

- Too much.

I've tried my best,
but it goes on the market

next month.

Still, fun to dream, at least.

- I might be able to help you.

I can't invest like
Deb or Connie,

but I helped my husband
build his whole practice,

so I can make some calls
and spread the word.

- Well, you don't
have time for this.

- Actually, I do.

I quit my job not so long ago.

I haven't told anyone yet.

But I have plenty of time.

Don't give up just yet, yeah?

(prosecutor): Were they, uh,
romantically involved?

- She never said so, explicitly.

She was...

more like his cheerleader,
you know?

She was kind of a mascot
for him.

- Mascot?
- Yeah.

She reached out to friends,
to acquaintances.

She gotta hold of Dr. Brustein's
patient roster,

reached out to them.
She helped him

write a business plan
to show to investors.

She, she posted videos
from Alexei's Instagram account.

I mean, she is ferocious
when she's got a goal.

(Latin music playing)

- This is outstanding!
- Yeah?

We were just gonna make it
for investors,

then I thought, what the heck?
I'll post it, right?

- Oh look, do you see
the comments?

- Where? What?
- They're at the bottom. See?

- Okay, here we go.

- "Mamma is slaying!"

"Yassss queen!"
- Oh lord.

- "Just goes to show you
it's never too late

to find your groove!"

- Who wrote that one?

- CocoCareBear37.
Total stranger.

- Uh, okay.
Are we playing or are we not?

(sighs)
- What's the matter?

- Nothing. I'm just asking.

If you don't wanna play,
we don't have to play.

- You don't need
to be jealous, honey.

- Oh, that you don't have
to worry about. Believe me.

- Wait, what's that
supposed to mean?

- Nothing. Nothing.
It means I'm delighted for you.

- So why the tone?

- Oh, I don't know.

It just feels
a little patronizing to me.

But you know,
that's probably just me.

- What are you talking about, patronizing?

- I am talking about
the comments.

"Oh, isn't that adorable.

Oh my gosh, at her age",
you know?

But look, if it doesn't
bug you, Margot,

that's all that matters.

- Yeah, I don't think
I feel like playing cards.

- What?

I'm, I'm just telling
you the truth.

I'm telling you as a friend.

- Why do you always have
to poison everything?

- What am I poisoning?

- Anything that doesn't
have to do with you.

- Come on, hold on.
- No, if it's not

the Connie show 24/7.

- The Connie show? Really?

You're the one
who's waltzing around

like Beyoncé on the internet.
- I'm building his brand!

- Oh, oh, that's what
you're doing.

Building his brand.
It's a lovely thing to do.

I think it'd be nicer if you
put in some of your own money.

- All right, let's just--
- No, you know what, Connie?

I can't help it if you have
two left feet and no rhythm.

Maybe dance isn't for you.

But you know what
the good news is?

There's so many other ways
for you to avoid your husband.

(exhales)

- Come on.

- How would you characterize
Margot's friendship

with Connie Baker?

- Loving...

Mostly.
(chuckles)

They're like sisters,
and sometimes sisters fight.

- Was money ever a source
of conflict between them?

- Ever?

I don't know. I mean, maybe.

- Does any particular
incident come to mind?

I'll remind you,
you're under oath, Ms. Kaplan.

- About ten years ago,

Connie's husband, Bill,

he's a lifelong entrepreneur,

he does very well for himself,

he had a nephew

that was trying to get
a startup off the ground.

Artisanal granola, gluten free,

sugar-free,
all that kinda nonsense.

He was a lead investor,

so he was going around
asking all of his friends,

including Margot
and her husband, Jerry.

Margot was against the idea.

She was always very prudent
with her money.

But Bill was able
to convince Jerry.

He said it was a sure thing.
It was a golden opportunity.

Think how stupid you'd feel
if you didn't get in on it.

So eventually, they went in.

- And what happened?

- It went bust within a year.

And, of course,
The Bakers lost money, but...

for Margot and Jerry...

- How much did they lose?

- I don't know.
I never asked them.

But it was enough
to cause damage.

- And Jerry, he, uh,
he passed away a year later?

- Yeah. Something like that.

- And how did that impact
Margot's financial situation?

(sighs)
- It turns out...

he'd put in twice the money
that he'd told her.

And he had a lot
of other debts too.

Debts that she never knew about.

The creditors were coming
after her. It was a nightmare.

(phone ringing)

- Hi, can I talk
to you tomorrow?

- One sec, Mom.
This is important.

- Well, I'm running late.
What's the matter?

- I just got a notification
from the bank.

It said that you made
a withdrawal from your IRA?

Why did you do that?

- Why are they notifying you?
I didn't authorize them--

- Mom, you can't be dipping
into these funds

to cover your expenses.
- No, I--

- Listen, if you need money
until you find a new job,

Tom and I can help, okay?
We'll figure it out.

- Emily, I'm not a child.
And my finances

are really not your business.

- That's not exactly true.

If you're in trouble,
you need to tell me.

- I'm not in trouble, all right?
I feel fine.

In fact, I've never felt better.

And as I said, I'm going out,

I'm late and I'll talk
to you tomorrow.

- Mom, will you just--

(call beeps)

(Latin club music)

(indistinct chatter)

- Go!

Here we go.

Three and four.

(clapping rhythmically)

Hey! Oh-ho!

(♪)

(crowd cheering)

(Alexei): Sequence everywhere.
(Margot): Oh no!

- Yes. And my, my partner,
Yulia, is looking at me,

like I did it on purpose.

Like, how could I
do it on purpose?

(Margot): So, what happened?

- Well, I kept going.
You have to keep going.

You know, I did, like,
keep my legs tight like this.

Right?
(laughing)

We came fourth. Not so bad.

- Here. Let me...

(chuckling)
- Everything okay?

- Yeah. I just...
It's a blister.

- Ah, war wounds.
- Collateral damage.

(chuckling)

Oh, let me see about my car.

(distant pounding music)

What?

- You are so beautiful.

- Oh, stop.
- You know.

I think you know.

- I wanna give you something
before I go.

- What is this?

- We're so close.
This will cover the rest.

- No.
- It's... I just

don't want you
to lose the space.

- It's, it's too much.
I can't, I can't accept it.

- Yes, you can. Just get
everything up and running.

Make it perfect.
We'll have a big grand opening.

And I can work
at the front desk.

I could take classes
for free whenever I want.

- Margot, it's, it's not right.
- No.

- I can't.
- Some things are worth

the risk, come on.

Thank you for tonight.

(driver): Margot?

(tense music)

- Honestly, it's getting
ridiculous.

I'm sick of being
in the middle of you two.

Somebody's gotta pick up
the damn phone.

(sighs)
- I'm not ready to kiss

and make up. I may be done.

- Oh, come on.

- Look, you said it yourself,

when you left Gil,
it was painful,

but it was like
a weight had been lifted.

- Yeah, but that's different.

- Why? People grow apart.

If she's willing
to own her behavior

and apologize to me,

then maybe I'd be willing
to listen.

But you and I both know
that isn't who Connie is.

It's never gonna happen.
(knocking at door)

- Margot! Open up!

- See? That's called
manifesting.

(rapid banging)

- Margot!
- Oh, for goodness sake.

Well, it's about time,
I was just...

- How could you do this?
Where the hell is our money?

- What?
- Oh no, no. Don't do that.

Don't you play dumb with me.
You knew. All along.

- Connie, what on earth
are you talking about?

- I'm talking about
how our best friend

stabbed us in the back, Deborah!

- What?
- You know, I found out

two months ago
that you lost your job.

And I did think it was
a bit strange

that you never said anything
to me about it, but, hey,

I thought, she's probably
just embarrassed.

- Wait. You lost your job?
- But then this morning,

I had breakfast
with Silvia Landers.

And just as we were
leaving Mortimer's,

we ran into her best friend
Susie,

and Susie's husband, Bob.
Bob Dillinger.

- Wait, who?
- Dillinger.

Dillinger Properties.

They manage all
the commercial spaces

on Carroll Street. And I said,

"Oh, wow,
what a tremendous coincidence,

my friend Alexei Volkov

is trying to open a studio
at number 466.

You must know him."
But guess what?

He's never met him.
He's never even heard of him.

- Well, how big is the company?

- He looks at every application.

He interviews
every applicant himself.

He has never heard of him!

- Wait. You're saying...
- I am saying it's a scam, Deb!

- No.
- The whole thing is a lie!

- How could that be?
- I mean, naturally,

I called the police.
- The police?

- Yeah!
- Maybe there's

a misunderstanding!
- No!

Because then,
a federal agent called me back

20 minutes later and he sent me
a picture of Alexei,

only they know him by the name
Victor Kakitis.

(Deb): Good God...
- Yeah.

He's got outstanding warrants
for his arrest

in three states. Turns out,
he's done this before.

In Madison and St. Paul.

Only this time,
he had an accomplice!

- No. Even if this is true,

there's no way that Margot
could have known about it.

- I'm gonna be sick.
- Oh, come on. Wake up, Deb!

She's in love with him.
She needs money desperately,

and she used us!

(door slams)

Oh my God! Where did she go?

Margot!

Damn it! She's on the run.

Margot!

(tense music)

- Margot.

You don't have class today.

What's going on?

Something wrong?

- Shut up.
- What?

W-What are you doing?

- Connie spoke
to two federal agents

who had a lot to say about you.

So, is it true?

Is that what you do?

You prey on lonely women, huh?

You raise a bunch of money
for some bogus venture,

and then you, what? Skip town

like you're the freakin'
Music Man?

I mean, Connie loves drama,
but we both know

she's not that creative. No.

You must think I'm so stupid.

- No. No.
- And maybe I am.

I'm pathetically stupid,
but I won't be a victim!

Not this time.
- Margot, please,

just listen to me.
- No. I'm finished

listening to you.
I want my money back.

All of it. All of it.
- I can't--

- Right now!
- I can't give it back.

- Why not?
- Because I never took it.

You don't believe me,
call the bank.

(sighs)

It's true, okay?

Everything you said.

I'm a criminal, a coward,
and a liar.

But not with you.

The others, yes.

I played games.

Believe me, I never meant
this for my life, okay?

You start small.
You take a little bit

from someone who has too much.

Maybe someone
who won't miss it.

And that's easy.
So, you do it again.

And then again...

This is good, you know.

I'm tired of all
the running and hiding.

And you can hate me.
I deserve it.

But you, you have to believe me.
If all I wanted was your money,

I would've taken it.

With you...

it was different.

With you, I just...

wanted to dance.

(tires screech)

(door slams)

(suspenseful music)

- Listen to me, carefully.

- Suspect is inside now.

- More backup is on the way.
How long you wanna wait?

- Suspects got no history
of violence or firearms.

No reason to believe he's armed.

(panting)

- Get down on the ground!
I mean it!

(screaming)

- So, just to summarize.

The defendant stole your firearm
out of your purse.

- She borrowed it.

- Right. After which,
she drove immediately

to the studio
to warn her accomplice

that he was under investigation.

- He was not her accomplice.

- Then she held two
federal agents at gunpoint,

gunpoint, for almost 17 minutes,

allowing Alexei Volkov,
aka Victor Kakitis,

ample opportunity
to flee the scene

and evade detention.

Have I got all that right?

- Well, it wasn't loaded.

I'm not insane.

- Nothing further, Your Honor.

- Any redirect, Mr. Wexler?

- Just one question, Ms. Kaplan.

Do you blame the defendant

for your losses
in Mr. Kakitis's scheme?

- No.

- You don't?

- No.

I know she told police
that she was in on it,

but I don't believe her.

- Why not?

- Because I know she's proud.

And I think she'd rather
be a criminal than a fool.

But you're not a fool, honey.

And this is not you!

- Objection, Your Honor.
- I think everybody

knows it's true. Heck, I even
think Connie knows it's true.

- Objection!
(judge): All right, Ms. Kaplan.

- It's just that
you're both so damn stubborn!

- That's enough, Ms. Kaplan.

Anymore questions, Mr. Wexler?

- No, Your Honor.

(judge): The witness
may step down.

Does the defense
have any more witnesses?

- No, Your Honor.

- All right. In that case--
- I...

I would like to testify.

- Uh, Your Honor, if we could
maybe take a brief recess?

- I, I don't need a recess.
I'm ready now.

- All right, yeah.

Uh, the defense calls
Margot Holloway.

(soft music)

(clamoring, chattering)

(police radio chatter)

- The truth is...

I didn't go there
to warn Alexei.

I went there to confront him.

Look, I had no idea

this whole thing was a scam
until Connie told us.

- You didn't?

- No.

When she showed up,
telling me what she had learned,

I-I panicked.

I felt so stupid.

I was so angry.

What she didn't know...

is that I had given Alexei
money of my own.

- You, you, you had?

(Margot):
Just a few days before.

- Why didn't you tell the police
that you yourself were a victim?

- Well, as it turns out,
I wasn't.

He ripped up my check.

I'm not making excuses
for what he did,

what I enabled him to do.

I know how wrong it was.

But the fact is,

he did care about me.

- Margot,

why did you help him escape?

Why did you pull the gun?

- I've...

spent so many years
feeling powerless.

Yes, always the one gettin'
the raw deal.

You just reach a certain point,

and life just seems

like this endless series
of losses, you know?

Just watching one thing
after another get taken away.

(Margot sighs)

So, you hold on
to what you have.

You hold on as tight as you can.

And you stop taking risks.

(laughing)
With Alexei, I felt alive.

You know?
I felt really invigorated.

What a miracle, right?

To discover that you could still
surprise yourself.

So, when he turned out to be
just another disappointment,

I...

I don't know. I, I...

I just couldn't go back
to being the same old Margot.

For once, I wanted to be
the one doing the taking.

So, I held him at gunpoint,

and I made him turn over
all the money.

It's in three different
offshore accounts,

some of it's been converted
to Bitcoin.

I'll give it all back.
I have all the account numbers.

I know it was wrong.

It was petty and vindictive
and crazy.

And I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

I'll make it right, I will.

I'll take whatever
sentence they give me.

I just hope my friends
can find it in their hearts

to forgive me.

(judge): Has the jury
reached a verdict?

(foreperson): We have,
Your Honor.

(judge): What say you?

- On count 1,
on the charge of Fraud,

we find the defendant,
Margot Holloway, not guilty.

On count 2,
Conspiracy to Commit Fraud,

we find the defendant,
Margot Holloway, not guilty.

(exhales deeply)

On count 3, on the charge
of Assaulting a Federal Officer,

we find the defendant,
Margot Holloway...

guilty.

(judge): Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

you are now dismissed
with the court's thanks.

The defendant will be remanded
to custody pending sentencing.

We are adjourned.

(gavel bangs)

(clerk): All rise.

(Deputy Marshall): Ma'am,
I'm sorry.

- I can petition for leniency.

Because she's
a first-time offender.

The gun wasn't loaded.
It's possible she can

serve part of her sentence
under supervised release.

- It's all right, honey.
It's, it's the right thing.

(soft Latin music)

(upbeat music over speakers)

(dishes clinking)

We have roast turkey
and glazed ham.

Oh, running low on potatoes.

How much longer on the mash?

- Who's in charge
of the music around here?

Let's liven it up a bit.

- Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!

- Connie, use the oven mitts.

We have protocol for a reason.

- Oh, please don't
micromanage right now.

- Well, I take
my work seriously!

I'm not just a volunteer here.

- No, you're a convicted felon.

And only you would find a way
to lord that over your friends.

- Here we go!
(loud Latin music)

- What are you doing?
- She is trying to trigger us,

that's what she's doing.
- Come on! Let's have a party!

- I have work to do.
I have to set up for dessert.

- There's hardly anyone in line.

- Well, what if
my parole officer

shows up unannounced?
- Ha!

Now she fears the consequences.

- Come on, dance with me.

(♪)

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