All language subtitles for Law.And.Order.S02E09.Renunciation.DVDRip.XviD-FoV.English

In the criminal justice system,
the people are represented

by two separate yet
equally important groups...

the police
who investigate crime,

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Come on, OJ, heel.

OJ, heel!

Heel!

Come on.

All right, sit.

You, you, you.

You want
a dog to do tricks,
you gotta hit him.

You want
to teach him to bite,
then you hit him.

- You like
the Jets Sunday?
- Yeah.

If Thomas gets his carries.

I give you 10 points, take 'em.

That's what you said last week.

Well, this week
I'm probably right.

Come on, OJ, let's go home.

Come on.

Come on, OJ,
we got TV to watch.

Looks like the pooch
got off scot-free.

Bet that's
the last he's heard
of his master's voice.

- No skid marks.
- Any ID on the body?

Lawrence Kealey,
325 West 82nd Street.
Just around the corner.

You want us to take him home?

Why don't you wait
until we break the news,
then you bring him up.

We've got about
20 more minutes here.

The street's nice and quiet.
No traffic, no nothing.

Then this big black car
just comes along and hits him.

Whoop!

Big black...
what kind of car?

- Mercedes.
Black, maybe dark blue.
- You're not sure?

Those streetlights
make everything funny.
But definitely a Mercedes.

All right, good.
That narrows it down.

Did you happen to see
the license plate,
maybe the driver?

No, but here's
the weird thing...

I see the same car
before this happened,
parked across the street.

It's just sitting there.
First with the parking lights on,

- then later with them off.
- Slow down, slow down.

- Where was this?
- All the way down
the block.

Guy starts to cross,
car pulls out,

guy crosses, car hits him.

- He made no attempt
to swerve?
- Swerve?

The only thing the car did
was accelerate.

Boom, lights came on...
action, camera.

Oh, he was gunning
for the guy all right.

I knew something was wrong.

I knew it.

He'd always walk
OJ after "Carson."

Mrs. Kealey,
can we call someone?

He wanted ice cream.

- Where is OJ?
- He's fine.

One of the officers
will be bringing him up.

Did you talk to him?

He was already...

The paramedics said
he died from head wounds.

He was gone before
they got there.

What do I do?

I mean, now.

What am I supposed to do now?

Shame. Good people.
Makes you think.

- You see Larry every night?
- Clockwork.

We talk sports, whatever.

Guy still liked the Jets.

He invited me to First Base,
said he'd set me up.

Sports bar down in Chelsea,
23rd Street.

- Larry tended bar.
- A bartender affords
a place like this?

A miracle of rent control.

The Kealeys were here before
the building converted.

- Squatters rights.
- So they're still renting?

540 per.
Some people have all the luck.

Yeah, some luck.

Where I come from,
you use a shot glass
to pour a drink.

He liked to pour
from the bottle,

give the customers
an extra ounce.

Not exactly a character flaw.

No great trick being a big shot
with someone else's booze.

How well did you know him?

We'd talk.
Our shifts overlapped.

See, I start at 4:00,
he quits at 6:00.

Except when we switched
on Monday nights.

Why the switch?

He wanted to be working
when his buddies came in

and watched
Monday night football.

Kid played ball.

Quarterback, Syracuse.

Drafted by Cincinnati.

What happened?
He didn't make the cut?

He was six weeks
before training camp,

two-on-two at the "Y,"
knee goes out.

That's all she wrote.

I seen a million like him.
Never get over it.

Always trying to score
the big one.

- Any women?
- Nah.

Larry's married.
Nice girl.

Teaches at some fancy
prep school.

No, his only vice
was point spreads.

Friendly bets, or real action?

One bookie comes
in here named Fine...

I wouldn't call him a friend.

Larry the loser.

You name it...
jai alai, trotters,

high school football.

What about recently?

Stopped taking
his action months ago.

What happened,
he get in over his head?

Up to his follicles.
Bets the Donald couldn't cover.

That tick you off, Harry?

Come on.
What do I look, stupid?

If I kill the guy,
I'm never gonna see any cash.

So you just sell the debt
to someone a little tougher.

Hey, Detective,
I don't look for trouble.

He was a loss, that's all.

I cut him off, end of story.

So maybe he pays
a visit to a loan shark,

- figures he's going
to get out of debt.
- Dead guys never pay.

That's why sharks
don't murder,
they maim.

Maybe Larry
wasn't supposed
to get dead.

Hit 50 miles an hour,
head on, come on.

They're loan sharks,
they ain't Fulbright scholars.

It doesn't play.

Okay, option two.
He's in a hole, right?

Figures he's going
to make a quick buck.

So, what,
he puts together
a drug deal?

How many times have we seen it?

Some idiot thinks
he's gonna cash out
quickly, right?

Gets in over his head,
floats the supplier
for a while.

And it's bam...
see ya.

Well, we have to find out
how deep that hole was.

That's right.
Let's rock 'n' roll,
Big Daddy.

We are beginning to believe...

that this may not
have been an accident.

How long had he been
gambling for?

I thought he stopped.
He promised.

Was this recently?

Six months, I guess.

He always needed a thrill.

After football, he was lost.

I hated it.

But I understood it.

Did you ever have any visitors,

any calls come
to the house by people...

He kept it out of the house.
I insisted.

Did he mention any names?

What about money?

Larry owed everyone
at one time or another.

We paid it all off, I thought.

With what?

Savings.

Friends, ex-friends.

His parents.

Did he ever borrow
from anybody less...
respectable?

Mrs. Kealey,
anything might help.

Larry did a lot
of stupid things.

When it started to get bad,
we got scared.

He swore he'd stopped.

How bad did it get?

He got pushed around a little.

About a year ago.

No...

I don't know who did it.

They have a lot of visitors?

Sure. People come
and people go.

What is that,
against the law now?

Sit.

Actually,
we're interested
in Larry Kealey.

- Did you ever see anyone...
- What?

What am I, a snoop?

Well, some things
you just can't avoid.

Such as?

This building was built
before you were born.

And through walls like these,
you're not supposed to hear.

Are you saying that
you actually heard something?

I heard plenty,
let me tell you.

Sometimes they fought
like cats and dogs.

Who?
Larry and a friend?

He and the missus.

And that music
of theirs... ugh!

Now one night
a couple of weeks ago,

I knocked on their door
and I said,

"I can't take it anymore.
I just can't take it."

What, the fighting
or the music?

That time it was a fight.

And then she came out
of the bedroom half-naked.

"Sorry, we didn't know
you were home."

They didn't know. Come on!
Where would I go?

Do you remember
what night that was?

No, but the next day
I complained to the manager.

Talk to him
if you want the date.

What, is all that
just for complaints?

Complaints, repairs,

requests for the painter,
the exterminator.

The only thing missing
is the praise.

That's for the next life,
my friend.

You got it.

Okay, here we are.

Mr. Isaacson.

October 1st...

and the 8th, and the 15th.

He said he just
complained once.

Mr. Isaacson
was obsessed.

He told me he wouldn't rest

until the Kealeys were evicted.

Fat chance then, no chance now.

- How come?
- Jenna Kealey just bought
her apartment.

After her husband died?

Very next day she came in
and signed the contract.

I wasn't hiding anything.

You didn't ask.

Why should I start talking
about real estate two days
after my husband died?

Well, you start buying
real estate a day after he died?

Most people would say
a little mourning was in order.

I was mourning in private.

You must admit,
it seems a little odd.

The building went co-op
almost three months ago.

Everyone had 90 days to buy
at the insider's price.

30% below market value.

And suddenly you've got
a life insurance policy
about to pay off.

Exactly.

It made sense for me
to do it right away.

The DMV says
there are 24,000
Mercedes' in the city.

Did we miss something
in the go-go '80s?

Speak for yourself.
I had a great time.

Hello? Yeah.

Uh-huh.

Thank you very much.

150,000 on his policy.

- Is that enough to kill for?
- Maybe not.

But 300,000 is.
In case of accident.

Double indemnity.
Huh?

What?

Let's go see Cragen.

My son's birthday's
on October 8.

This year it's on a Tuesday.

Just like all three
of the days that Mr. Isaacson,

the next door neighbor,
complained.

- Which is the day after
Monday night football.
- Exactly.

Which Larry always watched
with his buddies in the bar.

Looks like the missus
didn't like to be alone.

Go ask her
who her playmate was.

Charity usually begins at home,

adultery usually begins
on the job.

Let's see what we can do
without asking her.

I'm the principal,
not the social director.

I don't keep tabs.

Mrs. Branson,
we just want to know.

Is she a suspect in this?

- If I have to be concerned
for people's safety here...
- Excuse me.

We're not sure yet
what happened in this case.

This is standard background.
Nothing else.

Syracuse, '89.
Math major.

Students seem to like her.

Does she have
any friends among
the teachers?

I've seen her lunch
with Caroll Woodward,
the science teacher.

And where might
we find Ms. Woodward?

Mr. Woodward...
he's in 203.

The day I realized
I wasn't Einstein,

I went home and downed a bottle
of good Mexican tequila.

Great expectations.

All teachers
start out with them.

What about Jenna?

Hasn't got over them yet.

What does she think,
she's some kind of scholar?

Jenna's expectations
are not so cerebral.

Jenna expects five acres,

preferably in Greenwich,
Connecticut.

On a teacher's salary.
She thinks that's possible?

What mattered to her
was whether we thought
it was possible.

She's a real product
of the '80s.

All done with mirrors.

For Jenna, appearance
equals reality.

You sound like
you were pretty close.

We ate lunch,
a couple of committees.

Any extra-curricular
activity?

I'm single, I thought about it.

- Just thought, huh?
- Hey.

The size of her husband?

I decided look, no touch.

- You knew Lawrence Kealey?
- Saw him once.

Talk about a temper.
Came here looking for Jen.

- Flipped when she wasn't here.
- What kind of flipped?

Called her a whore.

Said, "If she's with
that Pack kid again,
I'll kill her."

- What Pack kid?
- Roy Pack.

A junior
she's been tutoring
for the SATs.

Yeah, in subjects
other than math.

They spend a lot
of time together.

That's all I know.

Doesn't prove
there was anything more
than teacher-student.

Yeah, and the husband
blew his stack.

- Come on.
- Maybe he's old fashioned.

Maybe he doesn't like
his wife to work.

Tell me you never dreamed
about your teachers.

- Never.
- Everybody's got
a Ms. Conway.

- Who?
- Eighth grade
English teacher.

A thing of beauty
is a joy forever.

- And?
- Too old.

- Washed up at 23, huh?
- That's right, my friend.

SATs...
verbal 650, math 540.

That's pretty good.

Not for Yale.

My dad's got this lvy thing.

That's why Mrs. Kealey's
been helping me.

Got to pick up the math.

How often do you see her?

Fourth period.

Calculus...
Mondays, Wednesdays
and Fridays.

And tutoring...
Tuesdays and Thursdays
during lunch.

- Ever at night?
- I don't like lvy
that much.

You ever have
any social contact
with her?

What do you mean social?

It means you ever go
to the soda fountain
for a malt?

She's my teacher.

You saying you wouldn't?

I'm no Rob Lowe, Detective.

I have enough trouble
getting dates with juniors.

Did you have a date
on the 22nd?

How about, do you remember
where you were on the 22nd?

Yeah, I remember
where I was when the Mets
traded Darryl.

I don't know October 22nd.

Okay, let's try last Tuesday.

Last Tuesday, sure.

My dad drags me to the opera.

Since I was a kid.
Eight shows a season.

Your dad have a car?

No, he's a book editor.
He takes the subway to work.

Last Tuesday
"La Boheme."

Not a wonderful production.

But, yes, Roy was with me.

The Tuesday night series,
pretty expensive, huh?

Oh, don't let
all this glamour
fool you.

In the divorce,
I got the season tickets
and the boy.

It seems like you feel
you were short-changed.

You two get along pretty well?

He's a teenager.

That school can't be cheap.

That's his mother.

She pays for it,
she picks it out.

You don't approve?

I'd prefer he'd socialize
with kids who were

more concerned with the classics
than their lacrosse games.

Does Mrs. Pack have
a Mercedes?

Could be.

Has every other outrageously
expensive toy known to man.

It cost more, must be better.

It's the price of owning
your own company.

Twice a month to Hong Kong.
Sales meetings, lawyers,
accountants.

- Sometimes I forget
what it's all about.
- What's that?

Designing clothes.
It's a tough business.

24 hours a day and then some.

- So you don't spend
much time with Roy?
- We're divorced.

- Oh, you mean my son?
- Yeah.

Biggest regret of my life.

I didn't even fight
for custody.

Best interest of the child...
definitely his father.

I guess you're too busy.

I work.
Is that a crime?

Or are you the barefoot-
in-the-kitchen kind of guy?

Do you own a Mercedes,
Mrs. Pack?

Brand new. I bought it
six months ago.

- Black?
- It's midnight blue.

I use it when clients
come to town.

Now, what is this all about?

In the best interest
of the child,

let's just hope
it looks brand new.

Yeah, last year, man,
she picked up a new one.

A Jag. Now a 560.

I'm trying to convince her
to go Italian.

I could do with like,
a Ferrari.

This is it right here.

Must run you, what,
like 65 minimum, right?

Bingo.

Is this recent?

He asked me not
to say anything.

He?

Yeah, the kid.
Her son.

He uses the car
when she's out of town.

- What about his alibi?
- "La Boheme."

- In by 8:00, out by 11:00.
- Plenty of time after
the fat lady sings.

- The guy was hit
at a quarter to 1:00?
- Yeah.

Still doesn't
prove he's involved
with Jenna Kealey.

Enough for her husband
to get bent out of shape.

We got a witness
who ID'd the car,

a garage attendant
who says he saw

the Pack kid driving
his mother's car...

of same description...
that night.

Now it has a broken headlight.

Forensics come up
with blood or fibers?

Tomorrow, earliest.

Okay, so why didn't
he get the car fixed?

Who's to say he didn't try?

Maybe Mom got back
from Hong Kong earlier
than expected.

If we subpoena the father's
phone records,

I guarantee we find
calls to body shops.

Come on, he's just a kid.

Odds are we slap
the cuffs on him,

he's going
to be scared enough
to sing his own opera.

Pick him up.

Roy Pack Jr.,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Lawrence Kealey.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you do say
will be used against you
in a court of law.

Do you understand?
Step outside, please.

Your Honor,
my client is 16 years old.

He has never been charged
with any crime...

This is a homicide,
Ms. Rydell.

Nevertheless, the Family Court

has concurrent jurisdiction

and the defendant is entitled

to be tried as a juvenile,

pursuant to Penal Law
Section 210.43.

I move that this case
be remanded.

I'm well aware
of the statute, Counselor.

I'm also aware that
when the charge is murder two,

the District Attorney
must consent to any removal.

The People believe that justice

will be best served
if this Court

retains jurisdiction,
Your Honor.

So ordered.
Your motion is denied.

Applications,
Mr. Robinette?

The People request bail
in the amount of $500,000.

We're talking about a teenager.

- His father has no access
to that kind of...
- Yes, Ms. Rydell.

And I'm sure your firm
is working pro-bono on this one.

Bail is set at $200,000.

For 62-plus a car,
it should be able to run
into a wall.

So the glass
is from a Mercedes?

It could be.

Could also be from a BMW,
a VW, an Audi.

- Any blood or fibers?
- Nada.

What, you think it
was hosed down?

Yeah, or it rains,
a broken hydrant.

Case last week...
a dog with a weak bladder.

Great.

In couple of hours
I'll send you a written report.

We have a witness who saw
your client driving

a car that matches the one
that killed Lawrence Kealey.

Your client's car has
a broken headlight.

Just like several
thousand others.

Some kid has trouble
ripping off a radio,
gets ticked,

kicks in the headlight...
proves nothing.

Fibers from the victim's coat,
that's a pretty good case, isn't it?

The forensics report arrives
here this afternoon.

Hits my desk,
clock stops ticking.

I don't believe you planned
this yourself, Roy.

25 years in jail is a long time
for a little lust.

It wasn't lust.

I love her.

Maybe you do.

The question is,
does she love you?

I don't see her running
to your side.

She will.

She bought her apartment
the day after her husband
was killed.

Do you really think
she cares about anybody
but herself?

Man two and he's sentenced
as a youthful offender.

If we get Jenna Kealey
in court.

Her husband treated
the dog better than
he treated Jenna.

He was never there for her.

He's the one who failed
at everything.

And everything was always
Jenna's fault.

He made her feel like dirt.

She started to believe it.

So you killed him?

He was suing her for divorce.

She'd be left
with all of his debts.

And in this way
she gets the insurance.

And we'd be together.

No blood.
No fibers.

Good for us the kid confessed.

Bluffing's one thing.
I told you there was
no blood, no fiber.

And I said
the forensics report
would arrive

this afternoon
and here it is.
No lie.

Right.

I did the kid a favor
and you know it.

Youthful offender status beats

the hell out
of hard time at Attica.

Now we've got a shot
at the teacher.

Accomplice testimony.
No help.

Okay, we need corroboration
to charge Jenna.

Larry's divorce lawyer.

Now, you're talking.

New York still requires
its parties

to state grounds
with specificity.

"I hate your guts"
isn't good enough.

But it makes
for creative lawyering.

On nine out of 10,
I go for cruel and inhuman.

You know, it's easier to fudge.

"He kicks my dog,
she burns my toast."

Barbaric,
but it's very good
for business.

Ah, here.

Kealey, Lawrence K.

Did Jenna burn his toast?

That's privileged, Counselor.
You know that.

You already served
the complaint on Jenna.

It's lost its privilege.

You want everything,
or just the juicy parts?

He's my student,
Mr. Robinette, period.

And you always
conduct class in
your bathtub?

I just came
from your husband's
attorney.

Who's lying,
Mrs. Kealey?

I was spending a lot
of time with Roy.

It just happened.

I ended it right after
Larry caught us together.

A divorce
would have ruined you
financially.

Larry agreed
to call off the divorce.

We were planning
a trip to Miami.

We honeymooned there.
Like starting over.

We had our problems,
but I loved Larry.

I could never kill him.

And Roy Pack?

Roy wouldn't let go.

He always thought
we could be together

if Larry was out
of the picture.

Why didn't
you tell the police
about your affair?

I am not proud of what I did.

She called you
an obsessed puppy dog.

She tried
but she couldn't
get rid of you.

According to Mrs. Kealey,
you did it all alone.

And without any real evidence
to contradict that,

we can't even touch her.

I can't believe this!

We tried to pay
somebody to do it.

- Who?
- Some guy.

Some guy who beat up
her husband last year.
A bookie.

- You got a name?
- Yeah, David Kaufer.

He said he'd take care
of everything for $2,000.

We paid him in cash.

He said it'd be over
in two days.

She gave him $2,000 in cash,

and her husband Larry
didn't know about that?

I had these bonds.

They were supposed
to be for college.

- You gave her $2,000?
- I gave her 10.

She said her husband
had run up her credit cards

and that these people
were calling her.

She said
she'd pay me back after.

Mr. Kaufer corroborates,
we have a deal?

A week after we paid him,
nothing.

Jenna went crazy.

Mr. Kaufer just laughed
in our faces.

He said, "Well, thanks
for the money.

But I'm no killer."

So you did it yourselves.

She said a hit and run...

nobody would ever find us.

The boy has a vivid
fantasy life.

If the police find
Mr. Kaufer

and he as much knows your name,

the fantasy's over.
Reality is murder.

- Penalty is 25-to-life.
- Larry was gonna leave me.

I'd be left with nothing.

Less than nothing.

He earned half what I did.

He divorces me,
I'd have to pay him alimony.

- So it was all about money?
- Larry buried us.

He falsified loan applications
and forced me to sign them.

I have a real job.
The banks came after me,
not him.

Larry may have been
a bottom feeder, but not me.

He owed me.

Do you have a lawyer,
Mrs. Kealey?

I did go to David Kaufer.

It was a moment of madness
born out of necessity.

But I woke up.

I stopped him before
anything happened.

I figured I'd survive.
I always did.

And Roy?

I told him I couldn't
see him anymore.

I learned a long time ago
to come in out of the rain.

You've lied to us
every step of the way.

Why should we believe you now?

Talk to that slime Kaufer.

He'll tell you
I am telling you the truth.

And where do we find
Mr. Kaufer?

Hey, I'm a lover, not a killer.

I'm happy for you, Romeo.

You know I bet
there's a couple
of guys up in Attica

- that would love your company.
- I didn't do nothing.

- He have a record?
- Numbers. Book.

Nothing violent.

- Never heard of her.
- How about Roy Pack?

Him neither.

You know, Dave,
that's kind of strange,

because they've both
heard of you.

I'll tell you
what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna put you
in a line-up,

and if either one
of them picks you out,
you're toast.

That's one out of five.
You like those odds?

Yeah, all right, I know them.

But I didn't kill nobody.

I want immunity.

I thought
you didn't do nothing?

Look, she and the kid
came to see me.

Talked about popping
her old man.

Yeah, I heard
it was more than talk.

I heard she gave you two Gs.

Her hubby owed me four.

King of the welchers.
Real cantaloupe.

Couldn't pick a winner
in a one-horse race.

So you took her money?

What, you want
I should sue him?

Hey, I'm not gonna kill
nobody for no amount.

- Not my nature.
- I bet you're a real saint.

I'm being straight.

This one's bonzo anyhow.
Comes back the next day,

wants her money back,
says she changed her mind.

She's telling the truth.

Was the kid with her?

Madder than hell.

Broads.

Can I go now or what?

- She changed her mind.
- And you believe her?

We've got to.
Kaufer corroborated
her story.

He did time.
Rydell will have
a field day with him.

With the boy you can bet that

she'll play up
the obsession angle.

She'll make him look
like he's only a victim

of his teacher's manipulation.

You think
she'll put him
on the stand?

She has to.
He already confessed.

Bring your crying towels.

We should have included
manslaughter.

That's why we didn't give
the jury an option.

Without
the manslaughter charge,

they cry hard enough, he walks.

- What about the girl?
- Nothing.

She slept with the kid.
Put murder in his head.

She's as responsible as he is.

Of course she is,
but we can't prosecute
for evil thoughts.

Your Mrs. Kealey did more
than think bad.

She paid someone
to kill her husband.

She also stopped.

Asking for the money back
was the overt act

necessary to prove
renunciation.

The moment that Kaufer
took her money,

it's conspiracy.

She cannot renounce
after the fact.

For conspiracy
you need agreement.

Jenna and Kaufer
never agreed on anything.

He was ripping her off,

collecting on
her husband's marker.

- She conspired with the boy...
- To hire a hit man to kill
her husband.

She aborted the plan.
Roy was left on his own.

What about his deal?

It went down the toilet
with his story.

We have a deal, Stone.

Wrong tense, Counselor.

In my office two half-truths
do not equal a whole.

And you'd better pray
that your client here

is snowing you too.

- Are you threatening me?
- As a matter of fact, yes I am.

I told the truth.

Two witnesses disagree.

Jenna Kealey told us
about her renunciation.

David Kaufer confirmed
her story.

She put on the brakes,
so you went driving solo.

You believe her?

You shouldn't worry about me,

it's the jury you ought
to be worried about.

Oh God.

I can't believe this.

She told me she loved me.

They were looking for someone
to kill Larry.

She thought maybe
I knew someone.

And she offered to pay you?

Yeah.
She and the kid both.

She was scared, jumpy,
I don't know.

I told her
it would cost two grand.

- And they paid you?
- Came back that afternoon
with the cash.

- To kill Lawrence Kealey?
- I never planned on killing
anybody.

Her husband owed me the money.

Last year's playoffs.

I figured
it was my only shot
at getting paid.

Was this the last
you saw of them?

They came back the next day.

This time she did
all the talking.

Wanted to call
the whole thing off.

Said she changed her mind.

So you returned the money?

I told you, Larry owed me.

Did the defendant, Roy Pack,

change his mind as well?

The kid was fuming.

I'll tell you what,
he was out for blood

Yelling he'd do it himself.

- How did Mrs. Kealey react?
- She told him to grow up.

Thank you.
No further questions,
Your Honor.

Where do you work,
Mr. Kaufer?

I'm self-employed.

So you work out of your home?

Yeah.

Last year at this time,
were you working out
of your home?

I was in prison.

Upstate in Ossining.

What were the charges
against you?

Selling stolen credit cards.

And fraud?

I wasn't running toward Roy,

I was running away from Larry.

I wasn't looking for it,
it just happened.

What happened?

We became lovers.

It lasted
for several months,
but I ended it.

- When did you end it?
- Right af...

Going to David Kaufer
was the low point in my life.

It woke me up
to a lot of things.

So you admit to hiring
David Kaufer to kill your husband?

Was I supposed to spend
the rest of my life

paying for Larry's mistakes?

I panicked.
I thought the insurance
was the only way out.

But I couldn't go
through with it.

I called off David Kaufer
and I ended it with Roy.

How did the defendant react
when you called your affair off?

He wouldn't accept it.

He called me
at home constantly.

If Larry answered, he hung up.

He left letters
in my mailbox at school.

I'd get up in the morning,

he'd be outside
my apartment waiting.

Roy thought it was Larry
who was standing between us.

And it wasn't?

He's just a boy.

Did you ever tell Roy
you loved him?

No.

But he told you, didn't he?

- He didn't know what love was.
- Because he was only 16.

And he thought
that sex was love,
isn't that right?

Your Honor, the witness is not
an expert in psychology.

Sustained.

The behavior exhibited by Roy

that you described on direct,

would you call that obsessive?

Not in the clinical sense,

in the everyday use
of the word.

I suppose.

So you take away sex,
which to an obsessed teenager

translates to taking away love.

Isn't it natural
that he would fight
to get it back?

Objection!
Counsel is testifying.

He was 16, for God's sake.

- What do you expect...
- Ms. Rydell!

- Redirect, Your Honor?
- Go ahead.

Who first suggested killing
your husband, Mrs. Kealey?

It was Roy.

You saw where Rydell was going.

You should have stopped
her cross completely.

The more I object,
the more it reinforces
her strategy.

The more Roy looks
like a victim.

But still, letting her play
the jury's heartstrings...

We knew it was coming.
She's got nothing else.

If they buy it, he walks.

No manslaughter charges,
no safety net.

Last I looked, you were
very adamant about this.

You knew that if we had included
anything less than murder,

she'd pull out the sympathy,

and the jury would opt
for manslaughter.

I agreed I didn't want
to give the jury that option.

- Only...
- Only you looked over
the edge,

and you didn't like the view.

I looked at the box,

I didn't like
the jurors' faces.

It's all he'd talk about.

Mrs. Kealey said this,
Mrs. Kealey did that.

He'd do anything for her,
like he was a puppet.

- Objection.
- Sustained.

In the week before the murder,

did you observe any change
in Roy's behavior?

One day,
he came home in a rage...

screaming, throwing his books.

I tried to talk to him,

but he slammed his door
in my face.

Have you ever seen him
act this way before?

When he was eight years old,

he had a fight with his mother.

She told him
that she was through
with him,

that he was no longer her son.

What did Roy do?

Roy had a tantrum.
He destroyed his room.

He followed her around

everywhere she went,
crying, yelling.

My wife thought
she was teaching him
a lesson.

So Roy's reaction to rejection

is violent behavior?

- Your Honor,
this is totally irrelevant.
- I'll withdraw it.

Nothing further.

Sir, has your son
ever been treated
by a psychiatrist?

- No.
- Why not?

I never thought he was sick.

Thank you.

Motels sometimes.

Mostly her apartment
during the day.

A lot of Monday nights.

We would...

rent videos and copy
what they did on the screen.

And this went on for how long?

Six weeks, maybe.

It's true, isn't it Roy,

that prior
to this six week
sexual interlude,

- you were a virgin?
- Your Honor!

There's no way
this is relevant.

Objection sustained.

Please tell us why your affair

with your teacher ended.

Her husband came home once
when I was there.

He said he was going
to divorce her.

Was it your idea to kill Larry?

No, I said she should
just divorce him.

I don't know
why she's lying now.

When David Kaufer said
he couldn't take care
of things for us,

she said I was her last hope.

- Objection.
- I didn't want to do it.

Sustained.
Jury will disregard.

So why did you listen to her?

She told me
we could be together.

She told me to be a man.

No further questions.

When I was in school,
they taught the ABCs.

Now they've added
a "D" for depravity.

And the fourth "R"
is renunciation.

- She's guilty as sin.
- But she didn't break
the law.

Maybe she did.

David Kaufer testified
he kept Jenna's money

because her husband
welshed on a bet

on last year's playoffs.

If he was talking
about football or baseball,

he was in jail during both.

- Kaufer might be lying.
- What's in it for him?

Wrong question.

- Who's in it with him?
- Jenna.

So it wasn't the playoffs,
it was the Stanley Cup.

What can I say?
My memory's not so good.

I remember perjury,
and I'm thinking conspiracy
to commit murder.

I had nothing to do
with popping the guy.

I want a deal.

We're not in the market.

You want the woman?

You help me get her into court.

No conspiracy charges?

Fine.

The two grand wasn't for a hit.

I was just supposed
to pretend to be a hit man.

She never hired you?

I was just playing a role
for the kid.

First you kill the hubby,
then you don't.

So Roy's story is the truth.

She squeezed the kid real bad,

called him all kinds of names.

She said she was
just trying to scare him.

It was all a con.

I really didn't want to know
what was going down.

So she never renounced?

Nothing to call off.

When the cops started
getting close,

she comes back to me
with this crazy story
and another five Gs.

Jenna and Kaufer...
it was all an act,

perfectly staged
to manipulate Roy

- into committing murder.
- Are you sure about this?

He was seduced twice,
and the renunciation
was a scam,

a safety net in case
she got caught.

Truth is,
she did conspire with Roy.

Two witnesses
perjuring themselves?

It's an outrage.
I want sanctions.

Calm down, Ms. Rydell.
You'll get your mistrial.

No, I want a dismissal
of the charges against Roy,
with prejudice.

Now wait a minute,
I don't see any harps
or halos here.

Your client drove
the car, remember?

We cooperated with you
all the way, Ben.

Roy didn't tell you
to believe the bitch.

Nobody's disagreeing
with you, Janis.

You've got your original deal.

Man two. Sentenced as
a youthful offender.

- Fine.
- And the woman?

I'm all for expedience,
Your Honor.

This is a first.

Jenna Kealey,
you are under arrest

for the murder
of Lawrence Kealey.

You have the right
to remain silent.

If you choose
to waive that right,

anything you do say
can be used against you
in a court of law.

Education...
it's a wonderful thing.

Anything worth knowing
cannot be taught
in a classroom.

- Oscar Wilde?
- Sister Mary Frances.

She wielded a hell of a paddle.