07x14 - Where There's A Will

[bunniefuu]

Previously on "L.A. Law"...

I've gone over the court transcripts.

You had no direct evidence.

Your case against Osgood was circumstantial.

This was my first capital case, I was damn careful.

I did my job.

This note was found in your files on the Holiday investigation.

Do you recognize the handwriting?

It appears to be my own.

Would you please read the note aloud?

Call from Frank Yates, probation officer.

Prisoner in custody claims he saw man

leave Holiday apartment on the night of m*rder.

Not Osgood.

Did you make any attempt whatsoever to track down this witness?

No.

You heard the judge,

he found your nondisclosure of the witness acceptable.

Given the code in .

Leland, at worst, you made an error in judgment.

The thought that my error

may have cost a man a life of freedom

is almost too staggering to bear.

We tried to call you as soon as he went into arrest.

I'm surprised to find you here.

I'm full of surprises today.

How's your father?

Dead.

We had a fight, I walked out to cool off,

next thing I know, I get this phone call:

he's had a heart att*ck.

As soon an Linda Salerno's photo's faxed,

we'll let Gwen try to make a positive ID.

Why would she pick me?

In most cases of erotomania,

the initial contact's insignificant.

I mean, you might not even remember it, but to her,

it's the beginning of the most meaningful relationship

in her life.

Why take Lucy?

To force a confrontation.

[grunts]

Gwen!

Gwen! The back!

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

Hi, sweetie, it's daddy.

How's my girl? You okay?

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

Bye
-bye.

She said bye
-bye.

Yeah, Mom?

Uh... yeah.

Talk to you tomorrow.

Goodnight.

[sighs]

You know, Santa Barbara's the safest place for her right now.

I know, but it's been a week.


-[toilet flushes]
-I miss her.

A lot.

[door opens]

Thanks, Miss Taylor.

By the way, you need another roll of TP.

[police radio chatter]

Everything okay?

Cop's have been staked out in front so long now,

it feels like family.

I'm providing everything but turndown service.

[knocks]

Come in.

Uh, rumor is the coffee's ready.

Help yourself.

When's this gonna end?

As soon as the psychopath resurfaces.

Okay, until then, what are our choices?

Can live in fear or get on with our lives, I guess.

Get on with our lives?

Uh, Miss Taylor?

We're out of half and half.

Obviously, that's not so easy.

In the morning when you take the sports section,

could you leave the rest of the paper in the door, huh?

Yeah, sure.

Let's go to bed.

God.

[phone rings]

Hello.

Gwen.

What have I ever done to you?

Why can't you leave us alone?

I took a vow with Daniel.

And since you stole my husband,

I want to share the same vow with you:

'Til death do us part.

Daniel is not your husband.

You are not his wife, and if you think

I'm gonna spend my life this way, you are wrong.

If you want me, come and get me.

♪♪

♪♪

Oh, for heaven's sakes.

What's wrong with Benny? No bagels, no bear claws.

Blames L.A.'s finest, who 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, everybody's favorite innocent convict:

people vs. Osgood.

Well, the bad news is Phillip Tyce who confessed

to the Holiday m*rder recently d*ed.

On the upside, I have 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 vs. D'Arcy.

Anton D'Arcy is a longtime family friend.

The grand jury indicted him for arranging his father's m*rder.

I believe he's being framed.

What do you know the grand jury doesn't?

Come on, Douglas, the grand jury would indict a bologna sandwich

if the D.A. wanted it.

Doesn't the D.A. 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 vs. 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 Bollingen 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 D.A., Mullaney.

Thomas M. Mullaney. Jr.

Thanks, Denise.

Officer, I'll vouch for Mr. Mullaney.

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.

Well, 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.

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 like this.

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!

Oh, who needs this, anyway?

It was the third weekend in November.

A reunion at USC.

D'Arcy's th, my th.

I met Anton D'Arcy in a bar.

How long were you there?

'Til 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?

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 k*lled 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 th at approximately : P.M.,

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 sh*t 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 m*rder,

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 never met before.

That's right.

A man who you claim after a few drinks

persuaded you to m*rder someone you didn't even know.

I was broke.

It isn't easy finding employment 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 enemies I'd love for you to knock off.


-Objection.
-Miss 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 D.A.?

I've plead guilty to second degree m*rder

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.
-Miss Paros.

Nothing more.

[rock music plays]

[tenants shouting]

Hey, Peter.

Yeah?

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 it?

In , you allegedly told your probation officer

you saw someone leaving the scene of Felicia Holiday's m*rder.

's a long time ago.

Maybe I forgot.

It's possible Frank Osgood has spent the last 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.

Yeah.

The tabloids would probably even pay you some cash

for your story.

Oh, yeah?

Rocky start, huh?

Swilling held his own on the cross.

Thought I could nail him.

Anton, you remember Jonathan.

Oh, yeah, hi.

He's gonna help us rethink our att*ck.


-Same old problem?
-Motive.

We have to find a logical explanation

why someone decides to k*ll 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 gonna buy that.

Anton, in your conversation with Swilling,

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

Uh, 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.

D.A. is ahead of us.

Police psychiatrist examined 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.

All right.

If we can get medical testimony that says Swilling's unbalanced,

we have reasonable doubt.


-I'll get on the phone.
-Thanks.

You okay?

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've been at each other's throats since the time I was .

You know that.

But I didn't k*ll him.

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

Miss 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 have found a witness.

He'll testify that he saw Tyce at the m*rder scene.

Not you.

The court's re
-opening your case.

I told you I was innocent.

I can't begin to express my regrets.

You know how many time's 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 k*ller.

Camille, Simon's lawyer has agreed to rerelease "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.

I mean, Simon's talent is performance.

Not analysis.

He's benefitted from my work

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

The venom clamours 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.

Anne 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.

Anne'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've 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. Segal, 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. Segal.

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" as "Romeo and Juliet" during the s, for example.

Made for enjoyable reading.

Were Bennett and Bancroft collaborating at the time?


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

They only had a general idea of what the 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 ever notion of scholarship.

Scholarship?

What would you know about scholarship? You're an actor.

You don't even know how to think creatively.

Well, you don't know how to feel.

You 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 years.

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

Restructuring his estate.

Burdick wanted his holdings,

including % of his company 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 was to be the trustee?

Mr. D'Arcy.

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 $, to make them go away.

Under the trust, how much control would Anton have


-over his father's fortune?
-None.


-Was the trust ex*cuted?
-No.

Burdick was to sign the documents December st

and he was m*rder*d on December th.

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 a hundred 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've 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.

I didn't know about this.

I didn't want you to know.

Look at me, Melina. I'm years old.

I mean, you have know idea what it's like not to be a success.

You of all people.

When you were 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 k*lled, 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.

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

I am coming to get you.

I'm not afraid of you.

Yes, you are.

Buh
-bye.

He's still in there?

Pardon me.

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 Anne.

Everything okay?

Anne, when you were pregnant,

did you ever have any problems?

Oh, you know, just the usual morning sickness.

Why?

I'm bleeding.

And I feel really sick.

Oh, that doesn't sound so good.

Come over here and sit down.

Okay.

I'm afraid I'm losing my baby.

I'm sure you're not, sweetie, just...

why don't you lie down here?

I'm gonna call your doctor.

[sobs]

♪♪

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... 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 m*rder 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 to suddenly commit m*rder,

wouldn't you expect to find some history of v*olence?

Yes.

Do you know of a single incident

in Mr. Swilling's past?

No, but
-
-

So, a man with no violent history

suddenly commits pre
-meditated m*rder 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 k*lling was due to a micro
-psychotic episode

rather than a simple m*rder for hire?

Oh, it's possible.

Where did you get your degree, doctor?

Disneyland?


-Objection.
-Withdrawn.

I'm done with the doctor.

[murmuring]

Mr. Manzo, where were you at the time?

Well, like I told ya, I was on the second floor landing.

Somebody came out of Felicia Holiday's apartment

and ran downstairs.

Did you recognize the man?

Yeah, it was Phil Tyce.

He was 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 the storm drain.

After he left, I fished it out.

It was a necklace all full of blood.

Your Honor will recall that Philip Tyce confessed

to strangling Felicia Holiday with her necklace.

Mr. Manzo, what became of the necklace?

Well, I washed the blood off it 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?

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 hackjob.

A bestseller.

The public loves my book.

However you may have bastardized the prose,

the ideas are still mine.

After 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.

Please.

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 name, 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 bares 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 okay. You wait here, I'll be a minute.

How are things going?

He's trying to pick up my rhythms.

What are you talking about?

Senor Estrada refuses to leave me alone.

He 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?

k*ll 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 into 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 D.A. refuses to drop the indictment.

What does that mean?

You're entitled to a new trial.

How many trials do I have to win?

Tyce is dead, Manzo is a career criminal.

And the D.A. is not totally convinced.

So they offered a deal.

The D.A. 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 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 Schuler at Worldwide?

I'm waiting for her to return.

[fire alarm blares]

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.

Miss Taylor? Miss Taylor?

Miss T
-
- there you are.


-I was just getting some files.
-Come on.

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.

[elevator dings]

Lucky no
-one was hurt.

A real catastrophe was averted.

You serious? It's going to be a long time before Philipson's reopens

and topless women are showing their wares again.

Did you spot her?

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?

It has been lately.

So have you thought anymore about...

Simon's little show?

Oh, he's 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.

Mmm. 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 Anne.

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.

As least show me the courtesy of hearing me out.

'Tis best to speak plain and to the purpose.

For Heaven's sake, woman, will you kindly shut up?

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.

Ooh...


-What did you find out?
-Hey.

Well, I went down to Del Mar where Swilling worked and nosed around.

Found out why he was fired.

He was forced out by a supervisor,

guy named Larry Torica

in order to make room for a younger man.

So?

So Torica was sh*t by an unknown assailant

outside Pandora's night club on December th.

That's three days before my father.

Yeah, but Swilling didn't k*ll Torica.

Del Mar cops already checked it out.

His alibi's air tight.


-Are you sure?
-Oh, yeah.

But a witness described our client here to a T.

There must be about a thousand people who look like me.

Yeah, but a thousand people didn't valet park outside of Pandora's that night.

They wrote down your plate number, Anton.

You switched victims with Swilling.

You've been watching too much Hitchcock.

You switched the victims so that 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 D.A.?

Because he couldn't, he'd be admitting to two homicides,

and risk the death penalty.

Look, what I may or may not have done

is really my business.


-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 m*rder, Melina,

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

I've got a sh*t at acquittal here.

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

You little son of a bitch.

Hey, you were the one who always bragged about

becoming a lawyer when we were growing up.

Defend me, Melina.

That's your job now.

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

The m*rder*r confessed and Manzo backed him up.

They're crooks!

Well, 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 D.A. could be sued

for Osgood's false imprisonment.

Would the District Attorney's office actually

keep an innocent man locked up for fear of a civil suit?

Miss 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 k*ll 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 k*lled 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 m*rder 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 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.

Okay.

Rox!

WOMAN: Hey!


-Roxanne!
-Tommy?

In here.

Roxy.

Oh, hi, Dr. Parker. Rox...

This is my fault.


-No.
-Yeah. I should've been there for you, Rox.

Forgive me, please.

I need our life together.

I know.

I'm so sorry about our baby.

And, uh, 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.

[sighs]

Wait...

I want you to hear something.

Do you mind?

With pleasure.

What?

There, hold this.

Come here, hold it.

What?

Shh.

Listen.

[heartbeat]

[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

vs. 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.

What? What?

I was this close to turning you in.

Well, yeah, but you didn't.

Hey.

Hey, come on. Come on.

Is this any way to treat an old friend?

I mean what are people gonna think
-
-

Go to hell.

Mr. D'Arcy?

We'd like to know why
-
-

So they agreed on a settlement?

Bennett will rerelease the book with both their names,

the profits to be donated to a scholarship fund.

All for a pair of star
-crossed lovers.

You know, 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.


-Hmm
-You know...

you need a sword, you need a bodkin,

I'm your man.

I've always loved your bodkin.

What about my sword?

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 gonna miss you.

Not unless I was struck blind.

This is only about setting a date.

All rise.

Be seated.

Miss Jenkins, Mr. Morales,

I am setting trial in this matter for April rd.

Your Honor, that won't be necessary.

The people believe in light of Mr. Osgood's years

of incarceration and the difficulty of proving our case,

it's no longer in the public's interest to re
-try him.

So ordered.

Mr. Osgood, you're a free man.

Case dismissed, this court is adjourned.

Thanks, Morales.

Congratulations, Frank.

McKenzie.

Thanks.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

[laughing]

Any idea when you'll be leaving?

Um... I can leave now.

Well, 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.

Okay.

Hello, Gwen.

Oh my God.

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

You've been awfully busy lately.

What do you want, Allison?

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 sh*t lawyer.

I think you want all kinds of things.

Okay.

Assume I want those things, is that wrong?

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 gonna cut ahead of you.

[laughs]

Allison...

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.

No, 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.

In fact...

I'm gonna have to put your eyes out.

Drop the Kn*fe.

I said drop it.

You'll have to k*ll me first.

[shrieks]

Ah...

We have everything we need.

You two can go on home.

Okay.

Hey, Gwen.

The thing that you've got to do now is forget

that his ever happened.

I don't know if I can.

Come on, baby.

Hey... let's go.

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