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I had the dream again.

I'm arranging flowers

on a table for a centerpiece.

I decorate the flowerpot

with fancy paper.

It feels like velvet.

There are three different kinds of flowers.

There are lilies

and there are...

By the way, did you reach my sister?

Yeah, wait a minute. Let's go back to the dream.

Tell me more about these flowers.

There's nothing more to tell.

Besides, aren't you gonna tell me

that we're out of time?

No, we have a few more minutes. You were late today.

Mmm.

I'm late for everything these days.

What's going on in your life that's making you late?

Whenever I leave my apartment, I, um...

I have to go back and make sure the stove's off.

And then, after I check it

I have to go back and make sure the pilot light didn't blow out

when I closed the oven door.

Today, I went back eight times.

I didn't get to the store till 10:00.

What happens when you're late?

Well, nothing. I mean,

I don't get into trouble or anything.

It's just my supervisor. He's been trying to get a date with me.

Interested?

In you?

Um, I'm...

Oh, I mean, in him?

Oh...

(CHUCKLES) I don't know.

Well, it could be that

you perform this ritual

in order to be late

to avoid a prospective lover, or anger him.

You mean I'm passive aggressive?

You really should talk to her, Dr. Barr.

To whom?

My sister.

She says she knows some things

about my mother and father.

Might shed some light.

Maybe those are the kind of things that

we'd do best to uncover in our work here, Diana.

You should really talk to her.

You won't regret it.

She's a very interesting girl.

Oh, Jesus. Where the hell have you been, Isaac?

I had to ask the judge to break. ISAAC: Sorry.

How's it gonna look if my expert witness is half an hour late.

ISAAC: I got hung up with a patient.

JUDGE: Mr. O'Brien, you may proceed.

Dr. Barr...

In addition to your private practice here in San Francisco,

you are also head of Forensic Psychiatry at Overland State Hospital.

Is that correct? Yes, that is correct.

And in that capacity,

you're responsible for the evaluation and treatment of hundreds of such cases

like the one we have today.

Your Honor, we're all aware of Dr. Barr's

eminent qualifications in the field.

May we just proceed?

By all means.

Thank you.

I thought we were proceeding, Your Honor.

(MIKE CHUCKLES)

Doctor Barr, my client, Pepe Carrero, has confessed

to stabbing his stepfather to death.

The prosecutor

has taken the position, and I wanna get this right,

"Pepe Carrero is a dangerous schizophrenic, who should be locked away

"in a maximum security state hospital."

End quote.

Your Honor, my conclusion was also based on the fact that

Mr. Carrero is a professional pickpocket

who has been in and out of the system--

Your Honor-- For the last five years.

Your Honor, the question isn't whether Mr. Carrero

is a model citizen.

He's already been found guilty.

We're here today to try to figure out what to do with him.

Very eloquent, Mr. O'Brien.

Please continue.

Dr. Barr,

did you conduct your own examination of Pepe Carrero?

Yes, I did. I saw him two hours a day over a five-day period.

And what were your findings?

Well, first of all, I find clearly,

Pepe Carrero is not a schizophrenic.

His stepfather was beating him.

And he'd been doing so routinely over a nine-year period.

Pepe had an acute psychological breakdown

precisely at the moment when the violence against him

was threatening his life.

In other words, he was temporarily insane.

Unbelievable.

Now, as an expert in the area of the insanity plea,

what do you recommend we do with Pepe Carrero?

ISAAC: Well, a...

A state hospital

is really nothing more than a human warehouse.

There's no therapy offered, only chemical restraints.

Unfortunately, this will not help Pepe.

What Pepe needs is

a properly structured program of intense psychotherapy.

Are you suggesting, Doctor, that the state bear the expense

of that treatment? (SIGHS)

ISAAC: No, no.

If the state

agrees with my diagnosis

I'd be happy to take on the treatment myself.

Free of charge.

(EXHALES)

May I ask why are you making such a generous

and time-consuming gesture, Doctor?

This is not a gesture.

If Pepe is safe,

then we are all safe.

Isn't that why we're here?

ISAAC: All right, so I'm gonna see you in my office? PEPE: Yeah.

That's twice a week, right?

Absolutely, Doc. Twice a week. Okay.

Thanks again, Doc. I owe you one. Okay.

O'Brien...

Stay out of trouble.

One big happy family.

You upset about something, Detective?

Who, me? Upset? No.

I mean, we cops love it when a guy walks,

especially on a bullshit insanity plea.

Come on. You know and I know this kid is

not dangerous. There was no volition--

Hey, listen, listen, I've heard it all before.

Hell, if anybody should be going crazy, it should be me.

Watching months and months of work

go down the toilet because of you.

I'm sensing an ugly hostility here, Detective.

Maybe you should come by the office. We'll talk about it.

I'll tell you what, Doc.

I'll stay out of your office

and you stay out of mine.

I think he likes you, Isaac. (BOTH CHUCKLE)

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

You know, around 6:00, this place is crawling with available women.

The only thing crawls here, Mike, is you.

(CHUCKLES) You know, well, I'm trying to give it up.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

Hey, isn't that, uh...

Yeah. It is. It's her... Yeah.

Gee, she looks great.

Huh. Yeah.

You know, what do you think the grace period is

before you can ask your best friend's

ex-girlfriend to go out with you?

Ten, 11 years... (LAUGHS)

Well, you know what they say...

Mike, if you say anything about fish or the sea,

I'm leaving you. I mean it.

No, I was gonna say, lust never sleeps.

You know, some folk wisdom.

Why don't I just live vicariously

through your conquests?

I got a better idea. What?

Why don't you get the hell out of your office sometime

and meet people?

I meet people. No, no, no, you meet patients.

I... Mmm-hmm.

You work too damn much. Really.

I can't help it. Aw...

It's like my... I got this uncle, right?

(STAMMERS)

He used to sell shoes.

Shake hands with the guy,

first thing he does he looks at your feet.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

What? "Nice. You got a nice instep you got there.

"What are you, a size nine?" (LAUGHING)

So, yeah... Size nine.

Same thing with me. He looks at shoes,

I look at people's thoughts.

Try to figure out what they really mean.

You do this enough, after a while people...

They stop surprising you.

I just want to be surprised, Mike.

(KNOCK ON DOOR) Yeah.

Dr. Barr?

Hi, I'm Heather Evans.

Diana's sister.

Oh. Right. Yeah.

She did say I was coming by?

I hope. Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, she mentioned you might be stopping by.

She felt it was important we talk.

Yeah, she said that you might be able to shed some light on her family history.

Yes, maybe. Yeah.

What, you wanna... Go and sit down?

Sure.

(CHUCKLES)

How often does this happen?

What?

A patient's sister coming by and talking to you.

No, not very often.

Actually, never.

Never? (CHUCKLES)

What exactly are you trying to do for Diana?

Well, I guess I'm doing what all shrinks do.

Um...

To paraphrase Freud, I'm trying to

turn her neurotic misery into general unhappiness

so she can be like the rest of us.

But she's not like the rest of us.

How do you mean?

Our father... (CLEARS THROAT)

Our mother left us when we were very little.

And my father and Diana...

My fa...

Um... (SHUDDERS)

My father was...

Let's say...

He had a lot of problems.

Your father raped Diana?

Yes.

Do you think you can help us?

Yeah, I think I can.

I hope so.

DIANA: Isn't she beautiful, Dr. Barr?

She said you guys met. ISAAC: Yes, we did.

(DIANA CHUCKLES)

Compared to Heather, I always felt like a...

Like a caterpillar, creepy and crawly.

A caterpillar turns into a butterfly, doesn't it?

Heather's the butterfly.

Isn't that obvious?

I had the dream again.

I'm arranging flowers on a table as a centerpiece.

Lilies,

carnations.

What was the third?

Remember what we said about the stove ritual?

The stove ritual's over, Dr. Barr. I haven't done it in a week.

I'm checking the gun now.

I make sure the safety's on and that it's loaded.

Ten times every morning.

What makes you feel that you need a gun?

I don't.

It's Heather's gun. She made me take it.

How does it make you feel

when you're checking the gun in the morning?

Well, it's my surrogate penis.

And the safety being on is because I'm ambivalent

about my phallic fantasies.

And the bullets are semen.

Do you think about the dangers

of having a loaded gun in your apartment?

All the time.

Diana, if you don't mind...

Could you have your sister give me a call?

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(EXHALES)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES) HEATHER: Dr. Barr.

Diana said you wanted to see me.

Yeah, I did.

How long were you waiting out? Not long.

I didn't wanna bother you in your office, so I...

I was working late. You wanna come in?

Sure.

Come on in.

Why don't you take your coat off?

It's soaked.

Okay, you want a cup of coffee?

I don't have any coffee.

You want a drink?

I can't drink. I mean, I don't drink.

Glass of water? Water, that'd be great.

All right, good.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

It's really beautiful.

Thanks.

"The insanity defense is--"

No, no, no, no, no, don't do that.

"...free will and determinism." ISAAC: I don't.

Oh, it's just a paper I've got to deliver.

Are you giving a speech? Yeah.

At a symposium on law and psychiatry. Thank you.

Fascinating. It's in a couple of months.

Okay.

Diana told me about the gun.

What gun?

The gun she said you gave her.

I'm worried about Diana enough. I'm not gonna give her a gun.

Believe me, there is no gun.

I'm still concerned.

You see, a fabrication like this is...

It's a kind of fantasy.

A fantasy is a kind of wish.

Did you really think I'd give Diana a gun?

No.

But you wanted to see me anyway.

Yes, I did.

(SOFTLY) The rain stopped.

Wanna go for a cup of coffee?

(CHUCKLES) Sure.

Sure.

HEATHER: I can't imagine doing what you do.

ISAAC: Why not?

HEATHER: Just talking to people every day about their problems. What do you say?

(HEATHER AND ISAAC CHUCKLING)

ISAAC: What a shrink does is, you, you repeat the last two words people say

and you rephrase it like a question.

So...

Your mother?

(CHUCKLES)

Isaac, I'm married.

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah.

Should have seen that one coming.

Three years.

(SIGHS)

No wedding ring.

No, we share an apartment.

Uh, emphasis on "Apart."

Then why are you still with him?

You try divorcing a Greek Orthodox gangster.

(CHUCKLES)

Gangster? (CHUCKLES) What, does he have

a pinstriped suit? (CHUCKLES)

Carry a violin case, this guy?

No, he builds public housing for the poor.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Gangster. Can't get more corrupt than that.

(CHUCKLES)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(EXHALES)

So this is it?

We're finished? (SOFT CHUCKLE)

To be honest...

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

I don't know if I really want it to be.

It's not just your husband, it's...

You're a patient's sister.

It doesn't feel right.

Okay, I understand.

Well, goodbye.

Goodbye.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)

(MOANS)

Hey. Hey, what are you doing?

I have to go.

No, don't go.

No, I have to. Don't go.

It's not that late.

I just want you to understand something

about Diana before I leave.

I think I do.

(SIGHS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

After my father raped her,

our mother left us.

I tried to get her away from him, but I couldn't.

That's okay. No.

No, you don't know everything.

There was a fire.

My father died in it.

The police thought Diana had something

to do with it.

But I made it...

I made it clear she didn't.

I just think she's blocked it all out. Yeah.

I don't really know whether that's good or bad.

It's neither.

It's just something...

Something else

we gotta work out.

I really do have to go.

(EXHALES)

(CARS HONKING AT DISTANCE)

(CLATTERING) Jimmy?

Heather, honey.

It's after 11:00.

Where have you been?

Well, I thought you were, um...

No, no, we finished early.

I came home. You weren't here.

I missed you.

I had this thing to do for Diana. So, I-- Mmm.

Well, the next time I go away

you come with me.

You look tired, honey.

Had I known-- You know, you really gotta take better care of yourself.

Look at this.

God damn it. Look at this.

Uh.

You know,

I didn't have one gray hair,

not one

until I married you.

You can't even see that

unless you're looking under a magnifying glass, Jimmy.

What do you think, I'm afraid?

Afraid of what?

Of you.

That you won't love me when

I'm an old man.

Of course, I will.

But just not until then, huh, baby?

I didn't say that.

Nah, of course not.

You don't have to say.

You don't have to speak.

I mean, we understand each other so well, don't we, darling?

You know, I thought the workout would relax me,

but, uh, I'm still on edge.

I could get you a drink.

It's a little late for a drink.

So...

Why are you standing there?

Do it.

Jimmy, I don't want to.

You heard me.

I know you heard me.

Now do it.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

(WHISPERING) Slower.

(KISSING)

Why don't we talk about you and Heather for a while.

Why? Because she's more interesting?

How do you mean "Interesting"?

I had the dream again.

I'm arranging flowers on a table as a centerpiece.

I decorate the flowerpot with fancy paper.

The paper... The paper feels like velvet.

I have three kinds of flowers.

Lilies, carnations...

And the third kind? Violence.

Violence? I didn't say violence.

What did you say? I said violates! I said violets.

Violets.

They're just flowers.

I once did floral arranging.

Why does everything always have to be about sex?

Okay. Why don't we talk a little about

the fancy paper?

"It feels like velvet."

You'd say that symbolizes, what, like, pubic hair.

I knew you'd say something disgusting like that.

You said it.

So what do we do?

Just keep doing this. It's good.

Do you wanna know how the dream ends?

Yes.

Everything...

Everything goes up in flames.

The flowers,

the table,

just one great, big fireball.

Poof.

Then I wake up.

I've been treating this attractive, seductive young woman.

She's got an older sister who just happens to be married.

We've met a few times to discuss family history.

And, uh...

Then we...

You didn't sleep with her?

Oh, wise.

I went through the AMA's Principles of Ethics.

Even the special annotations for psychiatry

didn't say anything about sleeping with a patient's sister.

It's a tawdry cliche, Isaac, a shrink with a weakness for an unhappy woman.

I didn't say she was unhappy. You didn't have to.

"She chooses he who must choose her."

I suppose, now you're gonna tell me you have feelings for this woman.

To tell you the truth, I can't stop thinking about her.

Isaac, you know as well as I do, romantic love is a projection.

You're not seeing this woman. It's a vision of her. (LAUGHS) Get out of here.

You're in a delusional state. I'm not delusional.

Yes, it is. It's delusional.

There's no human being, no woman is so beautiful,

so special that all of your normal thought patterns get...

Can I help you?

HEATHER: The receptionist said I could find you here. Hey.

Come on in. Come on in.

This is Alan Lowenthal, my colleague.

And my conscience.

Heather Evans. Pleased to meet you.

Hi. Have a seat.

No, I didn't mean to interrupt you guys.

No. No problem.

What were you just saying?

That I'm late for my rounds?

Yeah.

Nice to meet you. You too.

So you cure any crazies today, or what?

No. No, but I did receive this lovely set of original drawings

created by a personal friend of the President of Bantar.

HEATHER: Bantar? ISAAC: That's the planet.

There is a theme here. It seems that Satan and I have much in common

and that I must die.

How sweet. Yes.

I didn't want you to leave last night.

I know.

I'm sorry.

He doesn't mean anything to me.

Okay.

I'll find a way out of it. I've wanted to for a long time.

Now I have a reason.

(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Check out a guy for me.

Through the DA's office, maybe.

"A guy"? Mmm-hmm.

May be a bad guy.

Name's Jimmy Evans.

He builds public housing, I think. Who is he?

I don't know exactly. That's what I want to find out.

Hmm.

Somebody's husband. Oh!

She's trying to get out of it. Yeah, yeah.

That's the problem. They're always trying to get out of it,

the fact is they never actually get out of it.

Trust me, Mike. This is a very good thing.

This is life-affirming, positive energy. Everything you hate.

If I hate it, it's gotta be all right. (LAUGHS)

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

You know what I love about this place?

I'll tell you.

You take away the prices

and all the polite bullshit and it's just...

Mmm.

Good food.

Plus, we're not gonna see any of my friends here.

Don't you like your friends?

Look, I make good money

off those greedy motherfuckers.

And when that stops, the friendship stops.

What do you care if they heard? You think their shit don't stink?

You can be so crude.

Yes, I can.

But you need that.

You don't like it, but you need it.

But you need it

to get off.

What do you think you're doing?

HEATHER: (EXHALES) I was just gonna have a little sip.

You mean another sip.

So?

So, you forget the last time you had "a sip"?

You got way out of hand.

I had one good time once, and I got way out of hand?

Hey, it's more than once.

I think you're right.

I think it was twice. Excuse me!

Perfect!

I'm holding these reservations two weeks,

two fucking weeks,

and you take tonight

to grow a wild hair up your ass.

Thank you very much.

Fuck off!

(SILVERWARE CLATTERS)

(LAUGHS)

Jesus Christ! You kill me.

One more...

And that's it.

Heather, put it down.

That's enough!

Put it down.

Look at me.

I'm chewing on a pancreas.

A pancreas is a gland, for Christ sakes.

A tasty gland, but it's a fucking gland.

(SILVERWARE CLATTERING)

Heather.

Heather.

Heather.

(SILVERWARE CLATTERING)

Heather.

What's wrong?

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

I'm dizzy. I just don't feel well. I've got to go to the bathroom.

Come right back.

I saw that, you bastard!

Don't look in his eyes! He'll burn your soul!

Can't you smell it? Burning bodies everywhere! Burning flesh!

Don't look at him! Don't! He'll burn you!

(SCREAMING)

Everything is burning!

Get away! Don't touch her!

(GRUNTING)

MAN: Mr. Evans? Yes.

I'm Dr. Lee. What the hell is wrong with my wife?

You're wife suffers from pathological intoxication.

What kind of intoxication? Pathological intoxication.

I see on her chart she came in here last year after a similar incident.

Yes, but she had even less to drink this time.

People with this syndrome will have a dramatic, often violent

response to the smallest amounts of alcohol and never remember a thing.

Your wife's in here.

(SHIVERING)

Jesus.

DR. LEE: Get her home and let her sleep off the shot.

And keep her away from alcohol in any form.

Do you understand?

Yes, thank you, Doctor.

Irvin, we're out of here.

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

You're damaged goods.

But you're also my wife.

And if you ever

embarrass me like that again...

I'll fucking kill you.

(CAR APPROACHING)

HEATHER: You come out here a lot?

No. Just in moments of existential angst,

or when I want to impress a date.

(CAR THUDS) Ow!

Jesus.

What was that? I don't know.

We're in a ditch.

Well, looks like we're gonna have to spend the night here.

Don't even!

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(METAL CLANKING)

Whoa!

(LAUGHS)

Great, isn't it? Yeah.

You sure it's okay? Yeah.

Yeah, I've got a special doctor's pass.

ISAAC: Amazing, isn't it?

I don't know, Isaac.

Come on.

ISAAC: Okay. Almost there.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah! Yeah!

Yep, this is it.

(CREAKING)

This is it.

(CHUCKLES)

Great, huh?

I want you to know something.

What's that?

It's the first day I've played hooky in about two years.

Hmm.

You impressed?

No. (LAUGHS)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Oh!

ISAAC: Oh...

(SCREAMS) Jesus Christ!

Okay. All right. Come on.

It never happened before!

(LAUGHING) (CREAKING)

(HEATHER GASPS)

(LAUGHS)

Hey.

HEATHER: Come on! What is this?

It's for protection.

There are a lot of lunatics out there.

ISAAC: Protection.

Come down here.

Okay.

You want to talk about this?

No.

(LIGHTHOUSE BEAM WHIRRING)

(SEAGULLS CAWING)

So how bad is it?

MIKE: Jimmy Evans,

born Dmitri Evangalou,

September, whatever, 19... Doesn't matter.

Emigrated Athens at 18 to avoid the draft.

The man builds buildings. Mmm-hmm.

Supplemented by the occasional pension-fund scam,

bid rigging,

money laundering.

Fucking around with his wife is like...

Teasing King Kong.

Now, Dmitri is not invisible.

There's a federal task force looking into this character.

I'd stop seeing the girl, Ike.

I don't know if I can.

She's not the kind of girl you stop seeing.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(LAUGHTER)

JIMMY: So this cocksucker, he says to me,

"I've got too much sand in my concrete."

Remember all those buildings that toppled in the earthquake in Armenia?

And I'm thinking, "Hey, why are you worried? This isn't Armenia,

"this is San Francisco."

(MEN LAUGHING)

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

Was that a look?

Were you giving me a look in there?

No, I wasn't looking at you.

No?

I was looking at your wife.

Ah.

My wife.

I don't like people looking at my wife.

And I certainly don't like being looked at.

You understand?

Now you no-dicks over at Justice

either hand down an indictment,

or stay off my ass.

Because if I catch you even glancing my way again,

you'll lose your fucking eyeballs.

(SCOFFS)

That'll solve your legal problems.

Maybe not.

Maybe not.

(COUGHS)

Heather, honey. Where are you going?

I don't feel well.

I wanna get a cab home.

Fine, whatever.

Thanks.

What do you think you were doing in there?

I just had to see this guy for myself.

He thought I was with the Justice Department.

Do I dress that bad?

You're crazy.

You are. Maybe.

Probably.

(SIGHS)

How did you get away from him?

I don't feel well.

I told him I was gonna catch a cab.

Let me give you a ride.

I have to stop at the drugstore. Do you mind?

No.

Wake up my driver.

(DOOR OPENS)

(COUGHS)

JIMMY: Heather.

So...

Where have you been?

I stopped at the drugstore.

You stopped at the drugstore?

All this hypersensitivity of one's own body.

"I feel stressed. I have a headache."

The simple fact of the matter is, honey,

you don't take care of yourself, you don't treat your body right.

I'm sick.

You're sick.

She says, "I'm sick."

Tell me something I don't know.

It's late.

Mmm.

I know how to make you feel better.

Take off your clothes.

Take off your clothes.

No.

Honey, I don't think you heard me.

That's my girl.

JIMMY: Hmm...

I said, take off--

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(PHONE RINGING)

MAN: Fuck.

Oh, shit.

Fuck.

Hi, how are you doing? DIANA: What are we gonna do?

Listen, I don't know. I do not know.

Now, tell me what happened.

They found him dead.

Jimmy.

With his head crushed.

ISAAC: Jimmy's dead?

DIANA: Crushed.

HUGGINS: Dr. Barr.

What are you doing here?

I'm her doctor.

Really?

Barr? Yes.

OFFICER: Let's go. You'll be okay? I'll be right back.

(DOOR BUZZES)

Okay. Come on, Evans.

WOMAN: Got her.

OFFICER: All right, in here.

(FEMALE OFFICER TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Hey.

You all right?

Can you tell me what happened?

Did he attack you?

No, it wasn't like that.

We were just talking and...

A fight, nothing unusual.

Then I...

I just snapped, like all those other times.

What do you mean, all these other times? What are you talking about?

Something happens when I drink.

It's horrible. I become...

I don't know what I become because I never can remember.

Have you seen any doctors about this?

Did they diagnose it?

Did they call it...

Would you remember if...

Pathological intoxication...

Does that mean anything to you?

I don't know. Maybe.

Had you been drinking last night?

No, I can't drink.

Okay.

All right. Well, what did you do?

I was feeling really sick, I...

I took some cough medicine and I went in--

Wait. You had cough medicine?

Yes. Cough. How much did you have?

I don't know. Quite a bit. You saw how I was feeling.

You know this stuff, it can be like 20, 25% alcohol.

I'm not crazy, Isaac. No one's gonna believe that I--

You did get this diagnosed, did you not?

You were treated for this. Right?

One time when I went to Mount Zion,

and twice to Stockton.

Okay. Okay.

You have a lawyer?

I don't have anything.

ISAAC: All right, well, the first thing we're gonna do is get you out of here.

We'll take you to a hospital and get you a proper examination.

Then we're gonna get you a lawyer.

MIKE: When you tell me it's lost, it's lost.

And as far as I'm concerned, it can stay lost.

I just don't want to be in the middle of a trial

and have some bag lady show up

with a dumbbell she found in a dumpster somewhere, hmm?

Fucks up our momentum.

(LAUGHS) Okay.

What can you tell me about your husband's will?

What about it?

Well, is there anything I should know about it?

Is this really necessary?

I've got to get into this, Ike.

The DA is certainly gonna. Goes to motive.

My husband was broke.

Gambling debts, junk bonds...

He used to say I'd never get a cent.

He carried life insurance?

That would go to his brother.

Anthony. He lives in Greece someplace. I don't really know.

All right.

I'm through. (CHUCKLES)

Everything's gonna be okay.

I'll be right there.

Thanks. Sure.

Listen, Mike. Yeah?

There's something you should know.

I was the last one who saw her that night.

I drove her home.

I drove her home and I left.

Anyone see you?

I don't think so.

Then the lady went home alone.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

Alan, Alan, Alan...

This is an open-and-shut case.

I would do it myself, but--

Yes, but Dr. Barr's been, uh, what's the word? Schtupping the accused.

Mike.

What? I didn't say it right? What?

Well, I'm uncomfortable with that also.

I don't know Isaac,

I've never testified at a big trial.

If anything, I think, I'm a prosecution man.

Which only increases your credibility as a defense witness in this case.

There's a killing, police... MIKE: Alan, Alan, come on!

The deceased was a guy they've been trying to prosecute for a pig's age!

This is true.

Haven't you noticed that the birds are chirping more melodiously?

The children's laughter is a little brighter?

America is just a nicer country

without that slimeball.

I'm not stupid.

I know why you're determined to suck me into this.

What's he talking about?

Several years ago, I published a study

in the Journal of General Psychiatry.

You wanted me to believe that

Isaac never mentioned that to you?

Is it in paperback?

JUDGE: Mr. Brakhage, you may proceed with your opening statement.

BRAKHAGE: The defense will tell you that

Mrs. Evans was under the influence

of this or that when she killed her husband.

They'll bring in so-called experts

to say that she wasn't in her right mind.

But, ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

we're here to try a woman

who, on a lovely spring night,

in the sanctity

of the apartment that she shared with her husband,

waited until he turned his back

and then savagely

swung a heavy dumbbell

at his head.

(THUD)

(PEOPLE MURMURING)

Mr. O'Brien.

Boy.

Oh, well, I...

That was impressive.

Wasn't it?

(SIGHS)

Though I think Raymond Burr did it first,

in the movie A Place in the Sun, with an oar.

But what Mr. Brakhage didn't say

was that that dumbbell over there

is not the object that killed Jimmy Evans!

The actual dumbbell was never recovered.

If indeed it even was a dumbbell.

You see,

whatever object was used,

whatever really happened

in that bathroom

on that lovely spring night

can never be known beyond a reasonable doubt.

Because...

Heather Evans

has no memory of the events of that night.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Hello!

Is anybody home? Yeah!

(EXHALES)

Hey, look, I'm sorry to barge in on you like this,

but we got a little, uh...

Just a little bit of a...

Hanging with a buddy of mine from the DA's office, right?

(SIGHS)

You know, we had a few... We had a few cocktails.

No kidding.

Yeah.

The DA's expert witness?

Cohagen. I'm not worried about it.

No, no, no.

They were just sandbagging us with Cohagen.

The star has been waiting in the wings.

Who?

Dr. Grusin.

Dr. Grusin, remember?

Huh?

Yeah.

Oh, God.

Does Alan know?

No.

Don't tell him either. He's nervous enough as it is.

Don't you tell him! He's nervous enough as it is.

JUDGE: Mr. Brakhage.

Dr. Grusin,

have you examined the defendant Heather Evans?

Yes, I have.

And did you find Mrs. Evans to be suffering from any illness

that would impair her normal functioning?

No, I did not.

What about pathological intoxication?

I found no evidence of it, whatsoever.

And I doubt that anyone but a defense attorney would either.

(CROWD MURMURING) Objection, Your Honor! Move to strike.

Sustained. The jury will disregard the witness' last statement.

Doctor... (CLEARS THROAT)

Why do you doubt the existence of so-called pathological intoxication?

Discussion of this disorder

is simply an attempt to dazzle a jury

with pseudo-scientific jargon,

to convince them that alcohol exerts magic,

evil powers on the brains of a few people.

Objection! The witness is stating an opinion. Nothing more.

That's the reason she's here, Counselor.

She's an expert witness. Overruled.

(CROWD MURMURING)

BRAKHAGE: Why pseudo-scientific, Doctor?

Because no one has ever shown any physical evidence

of pathological intoxication.

What would constitute physical evidence, Dr. Grusin?

DR. GRUSIN: A brain scan.

Genetic profile, analysis of blood chemistry.

Things that can be tested.

Thank you.

Your witness.

Doctor...

Dr. Grusin.

Have you examined Heather Evans' emergency room medical records

from Mount Zion Hospital and, um, Stockton Hospital?

Of course.

And what were the doctors' diagnostic conclusions?

Pathological intoxication.

But based on my experience in this area, I have to disagree. Uh, uh...

Your experience in this area?

Tell me, Doctor. How many patients have you treated with pathological intoxication?

Mr. O'Brien,

I have testified on direct as to my doubts that this, uh,

illness exists. Therefore, how can I be expected to have--

Please. Try and answer the question.

How many such patients have you treated?

I haven't treated any.

I have evaluated some patients who have claimed--

All right then.

How many such patients have you evaluated?

Two.

(CROWD MURMURING)

Two.

(SIGHS)

I have no more questions for the expert witness.

JUDGE: This court is adjourned until tomorrow at 9:00 a.m.

Hey, Hector. Hey, Dr. Barr.

It's a bitch, huh? Yeah.

Never thought we'd see her up there.

No, actually, Heather's not taking the stand.

No? No.

Doctor.

What quantity of alcohol must be consumed

to produce a severe psychotic reaction

in a person suffering from pathological intoxication?

Only a very sm...

In my experience, only a very small amount of alcohol is needed

to produce a severe psychotic reaction.

And how long does a reaction usually last?

Generally, a few hours.

And can a person with this illness

remember the psychotic episode?

Patients don't recall the incidents.

And yet, a person suffering from pathological intoxication

may otherwise show

no evidence of mental disorder?

In my experience,

I... I would say that's correct.

Thank you, Doctor.

Your witness.

Doctor.

You repeatedly make reference to your experience

with this obscure disorder.

How many patients with this condition

have you actually treated?

Well, uh, during my fellowship training

at the Stanford Psychiatric Institute,

I had the opportunity to...

Excuse me.

Conduct a study of pathological intoxication.

And my findings were published

in the Journal of General Psychiatry.

In all, there were 87 patients involved.

(CROWD MURMURING)

(GULPS)

Did any of these 87 patients...

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Excuse me?

Did any of these 87 patients beat their spouses to death?

Oh, dear God, no.

(CROWD MURMURING)

Thank you.

No further questions.

Request opportunity for redirect, Your Honor!

Proceed.

Doctor, can you tell us what some of those patients did do

in the acute psychotic phase of their illness?

Didn't one of them slash her wrists?

Yes.

Didn't another break her son's arm?

Oh! Yes. Yes.

I mean, didn't a third-- One of them threw himself in front of a BART train.

Lost a leg.

It's all there in my paper.

(CROWD MURMURING)

Thank you, Doctor.

Listen, I get the lady off, you owe me one.

So how about fixing me up with her sister?

(CHUCKLING)

Very, very sick man.

What can I do? MAN: Jury's back!

Mr. Foreman, have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

(CLEARS THROAT)

"We, the jury, find the defendant, Heather Evans,

"not responsible by reason of temporary insanity... (CROWD GASPS)

"...due to pathological intoxication."

JUDGE: All right. (BANGS GAVEL)

Quiet!

Be seated in this courtroom!

(BANGS GAVEL)

I hereby order that she remain in the custody of the Overland State Hospital

for further examination and observation

until it is confirmed that she no longer represents a danger to herself or other people.

And that she no longer suffers from active, dangerous, mental disorders.

This court is adjourned.

(PHONE RINGS)

ISAAC: Hey.

Hi. Hi.

Hello, Dr. Barr.

Hi, Diana.

(CLEARS THROAT)

So, how long do you think I have to stay in here?

Well, the law says it could be indefinite.

But if your evaluation goes fine,

you can be out of here

in six to eight weeks.

But that's two months.

Well, you did kill your husband.

Heather, I'm gonna get myself

on this evaluation committee.

So hopefully that'll guarantee

a minimum stay here.

All right?

All right.

Thank you. For everything.

Sure.

WOMAN: Everyone has heard Freud's rhetorical question,

"Women. What do they want?"

Elsewhere, Freud refers to the female sex

as the dark continent.

In his Interpretation of Dreams,

the man who gave the world penis envy

declares that women's libido is essentially masochistic.

The evidence?

Well, it's buried deep in chapter six.

A patient, dreaming about arranging a floral centerpiece

has the poor taste to mix violets with lilies

and carnations.

The lilies represent purity.

The carnations, carnal desire.

And of course last, but not least, the violets

standing in for a woman's unconscious need to be violated.

Violently, wouldn't you know?

But I would like to paraphrase the good doctor,

and say that sometimes a violet is just a violet.

And what of the table on which these flowers were laid?

Forgive the expression.

(WHISPERS) Five.

(SIGHS)

(MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Hector. Hey, Dr. Barr.

Sit down. Sit down. Can I talk to you a minute?

Yeah.

During the trial, you said something strange to me.

You said, "I never thought we'd see her up there."

Well, it's none of my business,

I mean, seeing how the woman is a friend of yours and all.

That's okay. What did you mean by that?

It's just that a guy like me, married as I am, notices women like that.

Even with her sunglasses and scarf on.

What are you talking about?

She sat in the back row a couple of times last year.

Last year?

Yeah. When you were testifying.

To me, it looked like she was hanging on to your every word.

Hey, I'm glad for you, Doc.

You know, that she got off.

Woman's really something.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, she's really something.

Okay. Okay. Thanks a lot, Stan.

Not good.

All right, let me guess.

Jimmy's brother was never sole beneficiary?

No, he was.

Right before he checked out a month or so before the murder.

Bone cancer.

That's about the time I met her.

Yeah. And at that point, Heather became the sole beneficiary.

How much?

The policy was for two million.

But since she was found not responsible,

they're gonna have to pay double because,

you're gonna love this part,

technically, the whole thing was an accident.

Accident.

Few months from now, lady's gonna walk out of Overland four million richer

than when she walked in.

I fuckin' knew I should've taken this case for a piece of the action.

ISAAC: I want to see Heather Evans.

Sorry, Dr. Barr. It's way past visiting hours.

I don't care. I wanna see her.

The patients have all been secured--

Now!

(GATE CLOSES)

What's going on?

Why did you do it?

What?

Why did you do it?

What? Do what?

Just tell me that...

That it evolved.

The plan.

Because you were

desperate, because of the emotional

and psychological torture. Tell me that...

Tell me anything. Just don't tell me it was for the money.

Not for something as cold as that. I don't wanna hear that.

Isaac, this is crazy.

Yes. This... This is crazy.

It's also very clever.

You are a very clever woman.

You sent me your sister

for help.

Very concerned, compassionate.

It was all lies.

Diana told me.

That you watched me. You came to court, watched me testify!

You auditioned me, like for a part!

No, she didn't.

She didn't tell you a thing.

Diana told me everything.

Do you remember that little lead pipe you held that day

at the lighthouse?

It was the handle to a dumbbell.

The dumbbell.

Don't fuck with me, Isaac.

Or I'll have to prove that you killed Jimmy.

I would've done anything for you.

Jesus, what I did for you.

Dr. Barr.

Detective.

You look upset.

Could use a shower too.

How's Heather?

What can I do for you?

How's Heather?

She's fine.

Anthony Evangalou.

Ring a bell?

Jimmy Evans' older brother.

See, last I heard,

Anthony was supposed to collect

on Jimmy's life insurance.

Huh.

I do a little digging,

find out the man's taking a fuckin' dirt nap

underneath the Parthenon.

Ain't gonna get shit!

Hey, what did she tell you?

She ain't gonna share the money with you? The four million.

(SCOFFS)

Look, I got a report due in the morning.

Don't yank my dick!

The night of the murder,

some stud enters the building with Heather.

Hinky thing.

Now, no one sees this stud walk out.

Okay. Sounds like an interesting lead.

Why didn't you follow up on it?

Doorman's a pill head on parole.

Even if he made ID in court,

it would be worth zip.

You think it was me with Heather?

At this juncture,

I know it was.

The expert witness is your friend.

The lawyer's your best friend.

The sister's your patient,

and you're banging the accused.

Now, you were me,

what would you think?

Are you arresting me?

Without a murder weapon, I can't do jack.

Okay. I wanna go home, take that shower.

You do that.

(SCOFFS)

(DOOR BUZZES)

Sorry I'm late.

You look really nice.

Thank you. Pretty.

You're seeing Isaac later?

What did you tell him?

Tell him?

About us.

I told him the dream.

The one we picked. With the violets.

And?

And that's all.

Why?

Diana, he's leading you on.

(CHUCKLES) What are you talking about?

You fell in love with him.

I don't know what you mean.

It's okay.

It happens between patients and doctors all the time.

I just don't want you to get hurt.

I'm not gonna get hurt.

He knows everything.

What?

He said you told him everything.

Oh, my God. I didn't tell him shit.

Heather, I didn't tell him anything.

I just want you to keep in mind, Diana,

if I go down, you go down with me.

Now he's not gonna let this go.

Not unless we persuade him to.

Are you gonna help me

or not?

ISAAC: Let's talk about how your father died.

You promised me that whatever Heather said about my mother and father,

you would... You would tell me.

Yes, I did. That's right.

What did she say?

She said your father raped you.

More than once.

Anything else?

That he was killed

in a fire.

Hmm.

My father was...

Died in a... Smoking in bed,

drunk.

I can still smell the liquor.

Do you think I had something to do with that?

I wasn't suggesting that you had.

I don't think I had anything to do with that.

I'm really worried about Heather.

Why is that?

You saw her at the hospital.

She looked awful.

She looked like a crazy person, don't you think?

Of course, she's under so much stress.

So much stress

can manifest

in very bizarre ways.

Lies?

Yes, lies.

Hmm.

I wish there was something we could do to...

To help Heather.

That is, of course, if you're still interested

in helping Heather.

Good morning.

So, what do you think,

now that we can talk,

about the way I am

and what I did?

What would a shrink call somebody like me, Isaac?

Remember, Heather,

your confinement is indefinite.

I'm on the committee that evaluates you every six months.

And there is a very compelling argument that you do belong in here.

Planning a murder for nearly two years.

Waiting for Jimmy's brother to die.

I'd call that pathological.

Have you forgotten?

I still have the dumbbell.

I haven't forgotten that.

Tomorrow at noon

I'm bringing two assistant DAs here.

They're gonna want to hear your story

and mine.

But I've already been found not responsible.

Haven't you ever heard of double jeopardy?

I can't be tried twice for the same crime, now, can I?

Well, then you have nothing to worry about.

See you at noon tomorrow.

HEATHER: I gather you've heard his version.

So maybe you're ready for the truth.

Of course, Miss Evans.

I've invited my sister.

Um, she'll corroborate everything I say.

You'll let Miss Evans' sister in as soon as she arrives, please.

In the meantime, why don't we begin?

I should have a lawyer here, but, um,

my lawyer is his best friend.

And I tried to replace him, but the judge wouldn't let me.

I... Recently, I've been found to be temporarily insane,

so I have to defend myself, on my own.

Don't worry, Miss Evans.

We'll listen carefully and impartially to whatever you have to tell us.

My... My sister's a patient of his

and we've met a few times to talk about family business

and in the course of doing that,

we started an affair.

The first time Isaac ever said anything

about killing my husband,

I thought he was joking.

He knew I suffered from pathological intoxication.

But he just... He became obsessed.

He insisted that we had the...

The makings of a perfect murder.

He followed me home one night.

(SOBS) He followed me home one night and...

He acted really (SNIFFLING)

agitated and upset.

I tried to make him leave, but he wouldn't.

And he... He went upstairs and he did it.

He hit Jimmy.

Isaac hit Jimmy with a dumbbell.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

I was horrified.

I think he was horrified, too.

Because he ran. He ran right out of the apartment

and he called me. He called me in about five minutes and...

From a bar or someplace, and he told me...

He told me to tell the police that I had done it

after sipping, uh, cough syrup.

I did. I hid the dumbbell, the dumbbell for Isaac.

I know it was wrong to conceal the evidence

but I was so scared.

So I got my sister...

I got my sister to bring the briefcase today.

It's okay, you can give it to him. It's okay.

What is that?

Where's the dumbbell?

(LOUDLY) Where's the dumbbell?

He's controlling her!

He's controlling her. He made her substitute those for the dumbbell.

They're from the planet Bantar, aren't they, Isaac?

How did he get you to do it?

How did he get you to do it?

You're fucking her, aren't you?

Aren't you, you bastard?

Answer me! Answer me!

Answer me, you bastard.

Answer me.

You don't understand.

They're framing me but they're both in on it together.

Of course, Miss Evans.

What is...

You're doctors?

You know we're doctors.

You're just a little confused right now.

I'm with the forensic review committee.

I consult with your late husband's insurance company.

Liars! You're very upset, Miss Evans.

You tricked me. All of you tricked me!

Hold it. Hold on. I think I can reach her.

Please, Doctor. HEATHER: You're in it, together.

Heather, just... It's okay. It's all right.

It's all right. It's fine.

(WHISPERS) You were right about double jeopardy.

This was the only way.

You cock-sucking son of a bitch! Bastard!

You bastard. Fuck you all! Fuck you all!

Fuck you all. You lied to me.

Let go of me. Fuck you!

Let go!

(HEATHER SCREAMS)

Fuck you all!

Fuck you.

Jesus.

When you came to us the other day with your diagnosis,

we were skeptical.

There was no indication of psychosis.

There's no prior history.

MAN: She's worse than you described her.

Talk about paranoid.

What did she think we were? District attorneys?

The anxiety of killing her husband,

plus the repeated insults of alcohol

brought on a full-scale organic psychosis.

I wouldn't be surprised if there's even

further deterioration.

Well, why don't we do a review in six months

and take it from there?

Yeah.

We appreciate you taking the time.

We all know how these cases can drag on.

Patients remain confined for years.

Yes.

Good morning, Isaac.

Caterpillar's become a butterfly.

May I get you something to drink?

Champagne cocktail.

Your hair.

Do you like it? They're extensions.

I hope you're not uncomfortable being here.

It's so nice to see you away from the office.

So...

What made you so sure you could win me over?

The dream.

Why did you choose a dream from the archives?

Because my dreams are none of your business.

No, you were hoping that I would recognize it.

Consciously or not, you wanted me to intervene.

I just can't seem to get off your couch, can I, Dr. Barr?

(CHUCKLES)

I don't know exactly what's going on in your mind.

But...

Whatever it is that

I could have done,

whatever I might have implied, whatever you

imagined, I'm sorry. It's just not gonna happen.

Fear of intimacy?

What do you think, Dr. Barr? Is that a problem, here?

Diana, I want you to understand this.

Heather and me,

you and me...

It's finished. It's over.

Gone. But you're my doctor.

I can't be your doctor

or anything else.

You know what I can do, and what I will do,

is I will help you find another therapist.

Something I should've done months ago.

There is something that I need from you.

Diana, I need the dumbbell.

The dumbbell?

It's gone.

I got rid of it. I threw it in the bay.

Yeah, all right.

Well, I will be giving you a call very soon

with a new doctor's name.

I think it's best if we just say goodbye now.

Mmm. Well, yeah.

Let's say it then.

Goodbye.

(INAUDIBLE)

(DOOR BUZZING)

What are you gonna do to me?

Why?

Because of what I did to you.

Diana, I love you.

I love you.

Tell me about Isaac. Oh...

You were right.

He doesn't care about me.

He doesn't even want to be my doctor.

It's okay.

We still have one more chance.

You've got to get the dumbbell to Huggins.

Oh, no, no, no, I can't.

I can't. I can't touch it.

I can't sleep with it in the apartment.

I can't. I just--

Heather, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry for what I've done to you.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(CHILD WHIMPERING)

Diana.

Hey.

Maybe there is something you can do to make up for it.

WOMAN: All visitors, please clear the day room.

All visitors, please clear the day room.

Excuse me, miss.

You forgot your purse. Thank you.

That one there.

ISAAC: Okay, she has it? Diana has the dumbbell?

Yeah, yeah, I can see her from here.

She's got it, Doc.

She put it in some kind of shopping bag.

Okay. If you could possibly grab it, give me a call. I'll come pick it up from you.

No problem.

(BELL RINGS)

(BELL RINGS)

(WHISTLING)

(DIAL TONE)

(DIALING)

(LINE RINGING) (LIFT WHIRRING)

ISAAC: Hello? Dr. Barr?

Pepe, how did it go?

I have something for you.

That's great. I can be there in 15, 20 minutes, tops.

You know where I am?

Yeah, seventh and King.

Uh-huh. And you're all right?

Mmm-hmm. Thanks, Pepe.

Okay. I'll be right over.

Yeah, I'll be here.

Wrong girl, pal.

(GROANS)

(LINE RINGING) MAN: Homicide.

Detective Huggins, please.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

If it's not one thing, it's a damn 'nother.

(SIGHS)

Thanks.

This is Huggins.

Hello, Detective. This is Heather Evans.

Mmm-Hmm. I have that item you've been looking for.

What do you have? I thought you were still in Overland.

I got a pass. I've got what you want.

Well, I'm at the Bay Marina.

But look, I won't be here longer than 40 minutes.

HEATHER: Bay Marina? I know it. I'll be there.

Then I heard this boom, but I didn't think nothing of it.

We hear that kind of shit all the time around here.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER) (SIRENS WAILING)

God. Pepe!

You know this guy? Yeah, what happened?

He took a pill in the chest. Small caliber,

from the looks of it.

Pepe, can you hear me?

He's stabilized. Got here any later though, maybe not.

Bay Marina. (MUTTERING)

Hold on. Hold on a second.

What? Bay Marina.

Bay Marina.

Gone 20 minutes, maybe.

Got the pipe, Doc.

She got the pipe.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO)

He'll be okay.

You're gonna be all right. Easy. Easy.

Easy. You'll be all right.

All right, let's go.

Okay, let's roll. MAN: All right, clear.

(SIREN WAILING)

I can't believe it.

I mean, if I hadn't got stuck on Market,

I'd have beat those fuckers for sure.

That's life, right?

How fast can you get me across the bay?

Fast.

(SIREN WAILING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Shit!

Damn it!

(SIREN WAILING)

Yeah, yeah, I got it.

They say your buddy's in surgery.

Looks like he's gonna make it.

Thanks.

This ought to be good.

You've been looking for this. This is the dumbbell Heather used to kill her husband.

Uh-huh?

Oh, I guess I shouldn't have touched it.

You're a smart fucker, aren't you?

There's a shooting victim at Overland State

who can positively ID her.

Get in the car.

Now, you listen to me, lady.

Both of you. Get in the car

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

HUGGINS: You know, this is kidnapping, sweetheart.

One great, big old fuckin' felony.

But I tell you what. I'll make you a deal.

I don't think you understand.

I don't need any deal.

At this moment, I'm locked up in a hospital,

I couldn't possibly have anything to do with what's going to happen.

ISAAC: What is gonna happen?

HEATHER: You'll both be found dead.

Your prints on the dumbbell and his on his gun.

Nobody will ever really know what happened.

(GUNSHOT) What the...

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GRUNTS)

You remember the last time we were here?

That meant nothing.

Nothing!

ISAAC: Maybe. Maybe not.

Diana's dream was a lie.

What you told me about the fire, that did mean something, didn't it?

It was about your father, wasn't it?

And you.

(CREAKING)

It was you your father raped.

More than once.

You couldn't take that.

You snapped

and then you killed him.

(CREAKS)

Because he passed out drunk that night,

soaked in booze.

All you had to do was strike a match.

Maybe he deserved to die.

Maybe Jimmy did, too.

(SIGHS) It's over.

It's really over.

Give me the gun.

It's over.

HUGGINS: Barr.

It's not over!

You think you can shrink me like one of your fucking patients?

You think that makes me feel better?

I don't give a shit about you or my father!

I don't give a shit about anything!

(RATTLING)

You're gonna kill both of us.

I'm gonna kill you first.

(CREAKING)

(SCREAMS)

Barr!

Barr!

Down here!

(YELLS)

The window!

(GASPS) The window.

(CREAKING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

You all right? Yeah, yeah.

(BOTH PANTING)

Were you surprised by the not-guilty verdict?

Diana, do you feel you were unjustly tried

as an accomplice to your sister's crime?

Amazing!

Diana was Heather's accomplice.

Everybody bought it. Mmm-hmm.

Especially the jury.

Well, it made sense, didn't it?

Heather was the one who actually committed the crimes.

Diana... Diana was unstable,

victimized by her older sister. It's perfect.

Too bad she didn't let me represent her.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

You ever think maybe you picked the wrong sister?

MAN: I want to know everything about you, Heather.

Well, the first thing you should know about me is I'm an only child.

Now you've got me.

Yes.

To us.

I'm really not supposed to drink.

Maybe just one sip.

(CLINKING)