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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.

They want all cops to live in the city.

On our salaries?

I don't think this is beef, man.

( yelling in Cantonese )

Somebody didn't want to pay for dinner.

It's too greasy.

Officers, please.

Restaurant bills-- we don't get involved.

Go to small claims court.

No, no.

Downstairs, I push buzzer.

No answer.

Lady walk out, I walk in.

They owe $26.

I very sorry I come in, but $26.

( repeating figure in Cantonese )

( speaks Cantonese ) I no touch anything.

I no take anything.

Tell him to shut up.

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The order was called in at 9:05,

and the delivery boy found them at 9:40.

( fly buzzing )

Close the door.

It's the smell.

The flies will come in for the blood.

Close the door.

Well... silver, jewelry, cash untouched.

This is a Con Ed bill.

Mr. And Mrs. Edward Cullen.

Young wife.

Yeah.

I don't know.

Four closets with his clothes.

One closet with hers?

No wallet, no purse, no credit cards?

Come on.

It's the strangest marriage I've ever seen.

Two of them?

What... what did you say?

Ed and Melanie, they're getting divorced.

She doesn't live here anymore.

Is she blonde, about 30?

Blonde, but if Melanie's 30, I'm Vanilla Ice.

Who?

It wasn't the wife.

Where we can find Mrs. Cullen?

( voice breaks ): We were, uh...

we were separated for 15 months.

That doesn't mean that I stopped loving him.

Take your time.

We just want to find out who did this.

Did your husband have any enemies?

You know, I mean

business or anything?

Eddie owed people money

but not enough for somebody to kill him.

Your husband, Mrs. Cullen--

when is the last time you saw him?

Three...

four months ago with the lawyers.

Not a friendly divorce?

It was amicable.

People change.

Did you know your husband's friend?

She was blonde, about 30.

A woman was shot with your husband

in the bedroom.

Uh-uh.

Could you tell me

what you were doing tonight, Mrs. Cullen?

I was married to him for 25 years.

Do you think I could shoot him?

I was here...

with Jamie, our... my son.

He went home a half hour ago to study.

Would you give us his address.

Do you mind if I call him first?

Let me tell him his father's dead.

Of course.

Everybody liked him.

CERRETA: Construction is not always a friendly business, Jamie.

Are you saying my dad was some kind of gangster?

Why would anybody kill him?

You work with your father?

Yeah.

Um... putting up frames.

He wanted me to get into law school.

Course for the law boards.

Who was your father's girlfriend?

I didn't know he had a girlfriend.

You guys had to tell my mother?

You were with her tonight?

Um... I have dinner with her a couple times a month.

She still can't get used to... living alone.

When did you leave, about 10:00, right?

About 11:00.

I guess it's, uh...

I guess it's your job thinking these things, you guys,

but it's crazy.

My mother wouldn't kill my father.

Six slugs.

Talk about coitus interruptus.

You bring me a .38?

It's out there somewhere.

Only seven... 800,000 of them around.

You're looking for an old one, heavy rifling.

Run Melanie and Edward Cullen.

Done.

No registrations New York, Connecticut,

Jersey and Pennsylvania.

She does card tricks, too.

Try this trick.

Go through every .38 slug you got

and if that doesn't work,

start with our friends in Hoboken

and Long Island City and work your way east and west.

Sure, but it's a big haystack.

The wife and the kid may be telling the truth.

Yeah.

Or the kid's lying to cover for her.

Or she's lying to cover for him.

Or maybe they got up after the lasagna,

cabbed it to 73rd Street and whacked

the happy couple together.

You know, we do have

other people in this town.

Have you considered anybody else?

Well, there's no mob angle because, as you know,

they use .22s, not .38s.

So? You figure Cullen got up at a delicate moment

let the killer in and then hopped back in the sack?

I figure somebody had a key.

Phil, I know it looks obvious,

but before we sentence the wife,

remember we do have two victims here

and one of them is still wearing

a tag on her toe-- Jane Doe.

Maybe she had an enemy.

Maybe she had a name.

Middle-age guy has a babe like that,

he spreads the news.

Ask at the office.

I always told Ed, "Stick to your core business.

Residential in Queens, commercial in Manhattan."

No. He wants to do condos, First Avenue.

You his partner?

Sales manager.

And I know what sells.

He wants to leave Melanie.

I said, "She's Brooklyn.

"You're Brooklyn.

That's your core."

You think it was the girlfriend?

No, she came later.

You know, mid-life crisis.

Business goes bad.

He wants a divorce.

He cons Melanie into moving out.

Promises he's going to sell the apartment.

This dead boss of yours sounds like a real charmer.

Only bad guys leave their wives?

Every guy who knew Ed Cullen thought he was terrific.

Alexandra Beckett-- what is that, with two "T's"?

One or two-- I never met her.

He kept her mostly secret.

You happen to know where she lived?

No.

But she worked at Christie's.

Oh, God.

It's Alexandra.

This was her big sale.

Could we go downstairs?

Yeah, sure.

Did you know her boyfriend?

Mm-hmm. Doug Phillips.

How many boyfriends did she have?

Oh. You mean Edward.

You said boyfriend.

She broke up with him

when she started seeing Edward.

In other words, she traded in a boy for a man?

Um, he... Doug dropped out of Wharton.

He dropped out of Yale architecture.

Edward was solid.

He knew what he wanted.

What he wanted was Alexandra?

He adored her.

Doug must have been thrilled.

He have a temper?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Doug would have never have killed Alexandra.

But he might have killed Cullen.

There... there was a scene in a restaurant.

With Cullen?

Uh, Edward was there with Alexandra at Vicenzo's

and, uh, Doug walked in, drunk, and he punched him.

P-H-I-L-L-I-P-S.

First name Douglas.

Run him for his prints, will you?

And his phone-- message unit details.

Hey, Bobby. Bobby.

Get a subpoena for his MUDs, all right?

Got you. BOBBY:

( phones ringing )

Usage details.

Phillips called his girlfriend's apartment

and Cullen's apartment 50 times.

There's no gun

registered to Phillips in New York

and there's no match yet on the slugs.

Yeah, but he called Cullen's apartment

the night of the murder.

Yeah. Keep checking the other states

and keep looking for a match.

The kid had an altruistic phase.

Taught public school one summer.

So you got his prints?

They match a set in Cullen's apartment.

You're welcome.

And may I suggest a search warrant?

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

I didn't kill her.

I wanted to marry her.

Did she want to marry you?

What was she doing at Cullen's?

Shopping for her trousseau?

Are these yours?

Hers. Spares.

She was my girlfriend.

She used to sleep here.

( sighs )

We'd like you to come down to the precinct.

Just to ask a few questions.

I want to call a lawyer.

So he slugged him once weeks ago.

That's not murder.

He was a sleaze in a thousand-dollar suit.

With a nicer apartment than yours.

Alexandra had a weakness for older men

which is a joke if you know her father.

What are you saying here, am I a suspect?

LOGAN: Hey, listen, everybody's a suspect until they're cleared.

But let's just say that you didn't kill Cullen.

Have you ever been in his apartment?

Once. A cocktail party with Alexandra

four or five months ago.

He was trying to get on the board of a dance company.

Pathetic.

They wanted his money and his view.

Your girlfriend liked a lot more than the view.

Up yours, pal.

Do I have to take this crap?

CERRETA: Nice work.

Bait him. Calm him down. Rev him up again.

LOGAN: You talk to Alexandra the night she was killed?

I was home.

You call anybody?

Anybody call you?

You called Cullen's apartment an hour before he died.

The call lasted six minutes.

Not another word.

Let's go. That's it.

Interview's over.

You charge him or you let him go.

Prints, motive, opportunity.

Those prints could have been five months old.

Or 96 hours.

How did he get in?

Kid had a key to the girl's apartment.

She had a key to Cullen's.

I'm figuring one plus one equals two.

The girl was shot first.

He's gonna kill them, he'd pop the guy first.

Come on, Mike, he's angry enough to shoot her

but not angry enough to shoot her first?

I wish we had a gun.

I wish I had a girlfriend named Lola.

( chuckles )

What do you think, Counselor?

We've gotten indictments on a lot less.

They don't sell hot guns at Brooks Brothers.

I am telling you, this twerp wouldn't know where to get one.

Come on, Phil, even rich jerks

can get a .38 in this town.

Douglas Phillips, you're under arrest

for the murder of Edward Cullen and Alexandra Beckett.

You have the right to remain silent...

Not guilty.

Your Honor, these are vicious murders

committed by a privileged young man who considers himself

beyond the norms of society.

The people request substantial bail.

Your Honor, Mr. Phillips has never been arrested before.

He has strong family roots in New York City.

His grandfather sat on the bench

where Your Honor now presides.

I hope he worked shorter hours than I do.

200,000.

JUDGE: I'll be back in ten.

What? What are we doing here?

No gun, no witness, no record...

He'd have a record if Cullen had called the cops

after he slugged him.

You want to make a case, he'll plead to assault.

How about manslaughter one, crime of passion?

LOGAN: Here you go.

Best hot dog in the city?

86th and Third, the Papaya Place.

There may be hope for you yet.

Ptomaine city.

You want this?

Yeah.

What's around here?

Antonio's.

Go get some calamari.

Listen, Phil, I don't eat anything that squirts ink, okay?

"Mrs. Cullen thanked the police

for apprehending her husband's killer."

What, did she send you a note?

You tell me.

How did Phillips get in?

Cragen could be right.

He lifted the girl's key.

You buy it?

You don't think he did it?

The Cullen kid--

spent a lot of time with his father.

Yeah. He probably had a key.

Remember what he said?

He said, "My mother wouldn't kill my father."

He was with her at the time of the murder.

Why didn't he say, "My mother didn't kill my father"?

You want to reopen

'cause the kid used the wrong tense?

It's not just that.

These snot-nosed rich kids--

you look at them funny, they fall apart.

Phillips-- he didn't break.

This a conspiracy?

You guys in on this together?

Cullen and the girlfriend

are shacking up for four months.

The wife never heard of her?

The son never noticed?

Come on, her clothes are in his apartment.

The son go blind?

The son has no motive,

the wife has an alibi.

What about the alibi's alibi?

Jamie Cullen.

Excuse me, dear.

Hmm, looks like he'll be back for another try.

Checks out the review tapes, but his test exams... marginal.

Very.

Have his scores dipped lately?

Bad and steady.

We set him up in a study group, seven other students...

Oh, look at this.

He missed class Thursday night.

You got the names of those kids, the ones in the study group?

I'm trying to get into law school

because my father told me that education is wasted on women.

Jamie wants to go

because his father wanted him to make something of himself.

Did he have a problem with his father?

Jamie has a problem with the law boards.

He liked his father.

You took him his notes after class.

For what it's worth.

Well, what time did you get there?

About... 9:00, 9:10.

You leave them at the door?

No. I gave them to Jamie.

You're sure about the time?

I'm positive.

So you arrested somebody, right?

Why are you asking me this?

( sighs )

It's a slow day, and I don't know,

we thought we'd kill some time.

Jamie, you weren't with your mother.

I had dinner with her.

What do you think this is, some kind of a schoolyard game?

No, I didn't.

Yes, you did.

You want us to prove it, we will prove it.

Okay.

I was with her.

I was there until about 8:30.

She called me up.

She was scared.

She said you accused her.

Did she tell you to lie?

She didn't kill my father.

We're barely out the door,

she's already on the horn telling the kid to lie.

The good news: Great Neck, four years ago.

Your .38 hit a burglar.

You're not going to ask?

The dog ate it?

Stolen-- three years ago.

Stolen from who?

Right out of my apartment, man.

Somebody must have come in the fire escape.

I reported it.

Where were you working then?

What, three years ago?

I don't remember, and that's the damn truth.

Your boss says it was a construction site

in Nassau County.

Well, if you say so.

I do say so.

How long you been a security guard, George?

14 years.

For 14 years?

The state of New York says in 14 years

you had three registered guns, two of them stolen.

You're a hell of a security guard, George.

You ought to hire a guard to watch your guns.

Look, I live in a rough neighborhood.

Your last stolen gun has two bodies on it.

You sold that, it's a felony.

Maybe you like accessory to murder better?

Hey, do you think

we can't find out what happened to your guns?

We'll tear your life apart.

Or you tell us, plead to a misdemeanor,

find yourself a new career.

He said he couldn't get a license.

He carried a lot of cash

and he needed a gun for protection.

He gave me $500.

He? Are you trying to annoy me?

Is that what he's trying to do?

He's trying to get on my nerves, right?

The boss, Mr. Cullen.

His own gun.

I love this.

So he killed the girl, killed himself

and then threw the gun out the window.

CERRETA: Come on.

He had the gun in the apartment for three years.

The wife didn't know about it?

The kid didn't know about it?

But how would Doug Phillips know?

The wife's alibi isshot.

You have means and opportunity.

What about motive?

Try blonde and 30.

Not to mention money.

She says he was broke.

He sure didn't live like he was broke.

Go rattle her chain.

MELANIE: Why would I need a lawyer?

CERRETA: Because you're a suspect in the murder of your husband

and Alexandra Beckett.

I told my son to lie because I was afraid.

Afraid your husband

was going to leave you without a dime?

We were married for 25 years

and I haven't had a job since I got engaged.

I was a salesgirl at B. Altman then

and now I don't even know what category to look under.

How about "housewife from Kings Highway, Brooklyn"?

There's nothing wrong with being a housewife from Kings Highway.

Unless your husband wants a hostess from Georgetown.

Ever see something like this?

Yeah.

On TV.

Your husband had one of these.

Do you know where he kept it?

I haven't been in that apartment for a year.

The gun's been there for three years.

I just buried my husband.

Is this one solid?

She lied about her alibi.

She lied about the gun, too.

We lifted her prints off the photo of the gun.

They matched the prints on Cullen's doorknob.

Hard to believe they stayed there over a year.

And ten-to-one, she lied about knowing the girlfriend.

You need a scorecard

to keep track of the lies with this broad.

They convinced me.

Okay. We'll dismiss on the boyfriend.

Pick her up.

MAN: in the second degree

and manslaughter in the first degree.

Is the defendant ready to enter a plea?

Not guilty.

Your Honor, this was a vicious double murder...

JUDGE: What is this?

Déjà vu all over again?

Didn't I hear this speech two weeks ago

with a different defendant?

The people have rectified their error.

LEHRMAN: Your honor, they're compounding their error.

There's no predicting who they'll arrest next.

Mrs. Cullen is a grief-stricken widow...

Save it, Counselor.

Same crime, same bail.

200,000.

LEHRMAN: Murder two?

Why even have it on the menu?

This isn't murder.

It's manslaughter.

You're admitting she killed them.

No.

But if she killed them,

it was extreme emotional disturbance.

That's manslaughter.

I get it. She wasn't there,

and if she was, she didn't kill them,

and if she did, she didn't mean to,

and if she did mean to, it was because she was upset.

Cute.

The murder charge is inflated.

If she killed in the heat of passion and you can prove it?

Her husband was in bed with another woman.

Juries tend to be sympathetic.

They also tend to sympathize

with people who have been shot six times.

Criminally negligent homicide.

She does no time.

No time.

Why don't we throw her a ticker tape parade?

Manslaughter one-- 8-1/3 each count.

It's called plea-bargaining, not plea-scalping.

Pass.

The jury is not going to convict on murder.

Take a deal.

Manslaughter one.

Four years.

ROBINETTE: That's all she'll get anyway.

This kind of case, judges are lenient.

In this kind of case, if it really is a case of passion,

a woman is weeping into the barrel of a gun

as the cops drive up.

She doesn't run, hide the gun,

lie to the police, fake alibis.

Yeah, and all the jury's going to see

is a middle-aged widow who snapped.

Some widow.

She's barely a wife.

A few months, the legal separation is up.

Two signatures, they're divorced.

Which they weren't.

Which means she inherits.

That's another motive entirely.

Cullen was supposedly broke.

STONE: I need every scrap of paper from the crime scene,

Cullen's office, Mrs. Cullen's apartment

and every witness reinterviewed.

Give you five to one all you're going to get is eyestrain.

All the detectives are going to get is sore feet.

You're going to end up exactly where you started.

Wife shoots husband in bed with lover.

Take a deal.

CERRETA: Cullen sure got a lot of mail.

Here's your motive.

Cullen won a million bucks.

Right from Ed McMahon.

Here's something from the office of the attorney-general.

Notice of sales tax violation.

Hmm.

Did he jaywalk, too?

It's a jeweler.

They don't go after people for nickels and dimes.

Eight and a quarter percent tax.

On $14,000, that's over 1,100.

My customer says to me, "Ship a dummy box to Jersey

or I'll buy my stones in Palm Beach."

What am I supposed to do?

Tell them our jails are nicer than Florida's.

The state hit me with a $100,000 fine.

I love New York.

Looks like you're surviving.

The record on that necklace.

Is this really important?

My customer comes in again, I want his business.

If your customer comes in again,

call Geraldo.

He's dead, and this is a murder investigation.

Mr. Cullen paid cash, right?

And the necklace was sent to an Alexandra Beckett?

Just barely.

Mr. Cullen had bought several pieces for his wife

over the years--

smaller pieces.

There was a cretinous new shipping clerk

who called Mrs. Cullen by mistake.

She was not expecting a necklace.

Very embarrassing.

If Mr. Cullen had found out,

it could have cost me his business.

It cost him a lot more than that.

Two motives are better than one.

She knew he had money and she knew he had a girlfriend.

So she was upset.

That gets her from murder down to manslaughter.

Really? She got the bad news

two months before she killed him.

Every court in the state will call that a cooling-off period.

She can be provoked more than once

and still say it's a crime of passion.

Not if she planned to kill him.

She found them in bed.

I know to a jury, it looks like new provocation,

but what if she wasn't surprised to see them there?

What if I prove to you that she went there to kill them

and knew she could pick up a gun on the way to the bedroom?

Would that satisfy you?

Would that satisfy you?

You're splitting legal hairs.

Do you sincerely believe that Melanie Cullen went there

with murder in her heart?

If I have any doubts, I'll plead her down.

If not, she does 25 to life.

We're still collecting Cullen's mail.

This came yesterday.

"If you wish to make additional spare copies of the keys

"to your Fournier securi-proof lock

"discover the convenience

of ordering directly from the factory."

So he had a key made.

Somebody had a key made.

Locks with thousand-dollar keys.

Invent one. I'll mint money.

Fourniers,

57 bucks a pop.

The Cullen key?

"Reason: lost original.

Owner: Mrs. Edward Cullen."

Mrs. Cullen? She had an original key?

Lost original.

But you made her a copy.

She had the serial number.

And, yes, I called the company and checked the address

on her ID.

Where do you get the serial number?

It's on the registration papers.

That's it?

Stamped on the original keys, but she'd lost them, right?

Where did she get the number?

BEN: Fournier locks had three keys--

Cullen had one, Alexandra Beckett had one.

You think either of them gave Mrs. Cullen the number?

The son.

He gave it to her, or she helped herself.

So Cullen was killed by his wife or by his wife and son.

I don't even want to think about this.

We pick him up as an accessory--

maybe even a co-conspirator.

He lied, Adam. He knows something.

Frank Lehrman won't let you deal the son against the mother.

And maybe she copied the number

off her son's key.

He doesn't know.

We bring him the news.

Suddenly sees Mom in a new light.

Don't arrest him.

I have to scare him.

My office or the room at Riker's.

The minute you call him, he's going to call his mother,

she's going to call Frank Lehrman.

And he's going to demand

that the interview take place in his office.

You want to scare the kid?

You put Cerreta and Logan at the water cooler.

If he doesn't break, then read him his rights.

Gestapo tactics, Stone?

Two cops outside?

Why not rubber hoses?

We have reason to believe

that you are guilty of criminal facilitation:

providing your mother

with the means to murder your father.

What?

This is the minor question you wanted to ask?

You had a key

to your father's apartment, didn't you?

So?

She got the serial number off of your key.

She had it made or you gave it to her.

I... I didn't...

She didn't have a key.

A sworn statement from the locksmith.

That's it. This interview has ended.

STONE: She didn't tell you, did she?

You don't have to answer that.

She had it made because she planned to kill your father.

No, no, that's not what she said.

No, come on, that is not admissible. Shut up.

No, you shut up. You take your hands off him

or I'll have you up on hindering prosecution.

I'm this boy's lawyer.

You're his mother's lawyer.

And he and his mother have different interests.

Isn't that right, Jamie?

When you arrested her,

she told me my dad let her in. Okay?

She was just going over there

to talk about getting back together again.

She didn't know that Alexandra was going to be there.

She didn't want to hurt anybody.

She didn't... she didn't mean to do it.

That's what she said.

That's what...

that's what she said.

MAN: I'm not his corporate attorney.

I only represented Mr. Cullen in his divorce.

What was the status of the divorce

when Mr. Cullen was killed?

LEHRMAN: Objection.

The attorney-client privilege survives death.

I'm asking about documents in the public record.

On that basis only, proceed.

MAN: The separation period was up.

He signed the document, she didn't.

She hit him with a dozen motions

about his finances.

In your expert opinion, what does that indicate?

Your Honor, is my hearing going

or did Mr. Stone say about six seconds ago

that he'd only ask about public documents?

Mr. Gruen is an expert in divorce litigation,

and I am not asking about discussions with his client.

Your hearing is fine, Mr. Lehrman. Sit down.

STONE: What does it generally mean when one party

in a divorce makes repeated motions

against the other party's assets?

She thought he was hiding money.

Thank you.

What did the documents you gave Mrs. Cullen

say about Mr. Cullen's financial condition?

They said he was broke.

Mr. Cullen provided the documents.

And, uh, how much were you charging Mr. Cullen

for your expert services?

350 an hour.

Nice work.

How much did you bill him just before he died?

About $7,000.

Did he pay that bill?

He did.

How?

In cash.

Alexandra Beckett was my boss

and she was my friend.

Had you ever seen the defendant, Melanie Cullen, before today?

Yes, about six weeks before Alexandra died

that woman walked onto our floor at Christie's.

Alexandra stopped talking to the customer

and she went into the office.

She told me she didn't want to talk to her.

Was that the first time you'd seen the defendant?

She came about two other times.

Once Alexandra was off.

Once she just hid.

Thank you.

Do you know how Miss Beckett met Mr. Cullen?

He and his wife bought some Japanese prints

at one of her sales.

So isn't it possible that Mrs. Cullen

wanted to speak to Miss Beckett about upcoming sales?

She was a collector, wasn't she?

Mrs. Cullen didn't have any money.

Did the defendant ask specifically

to see Miss Beckett's apartment?

Yeah. Her, the defendant.

She said she was looking for a studio.

I say, "I'm the super.

You want the rental agent."

Anyway, there's no vacancies.

She says, "Here's a hundred bucks."

STONE: What was the money for?

SUPERINTENDENT: She wants to see Miss Beckett's apartment.

Heard she was moving out.

I said, "Maybe, but not for a couple months yet."

She says, "Here's 200."

I wouldn't show her.

Thank you.

Mr. Kolvino, hasn't anybody ever paid you

to look at an apartment before?

Sure, but not in this market.

You almost feel sorry for her.

SCHIFF: I trust the key word is "almost."

Paul, two months after my divorce,

I wanted to kill my wife. I didn't.

SCHIFF: 50% of the marriages end in divorce.

Everybody starts shooting,

a quarter of the population is dead.

Don't count on that jury.

But my premeditation case-- halfway there.

The son testifies, Melanie Cullen is gone.

Two years on the job.

My first murder case.

I said to myself, "The jury will be out in 30 minutes.

Guilty."

And a day later

they acquitted.

Six days. They convicted.

A lousy six days.

( phone ringing )

Yes?

Tell him he'll call him back.

Thank you.

Lehrman wants to talk.

You get a decent deal, take it.

Manslaughter two. One count.

Two dead bodies. Two counts.

Manslaughter one. 15 Years.

Maybe the jury believes she was following Miss Beckett,

but she was acting crazy when she did it.

Six years.

12 years. End of conversation.

Look, you're not going to get anyplace...

Melanie...

Please...

12 years in jail?

I'd be an old woman.

That's more

than Alexandra Beckett will be.

I gave him my life and he just threw it away.

Look, I am not a used piece of furniture, Mr. Stone.

I'm not some end table that you replace

because it gets nicks and chips and the styles change.

And so you shot your husband.

I hadn't planned to kill him.

You know what, Mrs. Cullen?

I don't believe you.

There are women on the jury.

They'll believe me.

I won't be a victim anymore.

STONE: Did she tell you how she killed him?

She knew my father's gun was in the dresser.

STONE: Did you have a key to your father's apartment?

Yes.

Did you ever give that key

to your mother?

No.

She had her own.

What?

You are under oath, Mr. Cullen.

My father told me to give her the serial number

so she could make a copy

so she could move out the rest of her things

whenever she wanted.

Recess, Your Honor.

Recess. Ten minutes.

( bangs gavel )

She got to him.

She's his mother.

I don't know who to slam first--

the kid for perjury or Lehrman for suborning.

He gave us the gun-- without his testimony,

we didn't have a murder weapon.

Without the key, we've got no premeditation.

Look, go easy, Ben.

To the jury, he's half way to being an orphan.

You're trying to finish the job.

Please, just get the deposition.

"I didn't know my mother had a..."

Louder, Mr. Cullen.

"If she copied my key, she did so

without my knowledge."

Did you sign that?

I said what you wanted. You confused me.

Confused you? How old are you, Mr. Cullen?

Twenty-two. And when did you graduate from college?

My father was murdered.

You brought policemen with you.

You said you were going to arrest me

if I didn't say what you wanted to hear.

STONE: That has nothing to do with the proceedings.

Now what? You want to put Cerreta and Logan on the stand?

They're going to say sure they were there,

they were smiling the whole time.

I shouldn't have taken them.

You wanted to arrest the kid.

It would look terrific to a jury.

They'll convict you.

Why if we put Lehrman on the stand?

He's not the kid's attorney,

and I don't think he'd perjure himself.

Oh, that's beautiful.

A defense attorney as a witness.

Judge Becky Stein.

Not going to happen. Let it drop.

Lehrman's changed his witness list.

Mrs. Cullen's up first.

Oh, great.

Get out your handkerchiefs.

I just went over to talk to him.

I thought things were getting better.

I thought we might get back together.

We had 25 years.

You knew he'd been seeing someone else?

A little fling.

Men do that.

But you did not know

she would be there?

No.

And then I saw her in my...

in my bed.

She told me to get out

of my bedroom.

And I saw my...

I knew it was all over.

I'd been kidding myself.

Over-the-hill, middle-aged woman kidding herself

and this young, rich girl looking at me.

I felt so pathetic.

So pathetic!

I wanted to kill myself.

That's all...

that's all I remember.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Your witness.

Mrs. Cullen...

Mrs. Cullen?

How many times did you shoot them?

I don't remember.

Do you remember asking your son to lie the night of the murder?

I was afraid.

I'm sorry.

Do you remember asking your son to lie for you at this trial?

I told him to tell the truth.

Nothing matters.

Nothing matters anymore.

You want to do what?

Juries like to compromise.

If they can choose between murder two, manslaughter

or acquittal, they'll choose manslaughter.

Good. She'll go to prison.

For four years.

For two deaths.

If we drop the manslaughter charge

they'll pick murder.

25 to life.

Or they'll acquit.

She's a cold-blooded killer.

She could walk.

My case has made premeditation.

The jury won't let that happen.

Pride goeth before a fall.

I'll send you flowers in the intensive care unit.

I can't do it, Ben.

The evidence cuts both ways.

It is within our discretion,

so the people request the manslaughter counts

not be submitted to the jury.

You drop manslaughter and the jury convicts on murder

automatic appeal.

STONE: Not if you don't object.

I am representing Mrs. Cullen.

If the jury believes her and the manslaughter counts are gone

she goes home tomorrow afternoon.

If he accepts this, Ben

I'm going to make it absolutely clear

they must believe beyond a scintilla of doubt

that she committed premeditated murder

or they acquit.

Beyond a scintilla?

A mini-scintilla.

Was Mrs. Cullen confused, emotional, suicidal?

This is what Melanie Cullen did.

She stalked Alexandra Beckett.

She had a key made to the new lock

on Edward Cullen's apartment.

She went there after dark and let herself in.

She helped herself to the gun

that she knew was there.

She ran away.

She disposed of the gun.

She convinced her son to give her a phony alibi.

She lied to the police.

She lied to her son.

She lied to you.

She shot and killed two people

in an act of cold and calculated murder.

Don't let her get away with it.

The question is not whether

the defendant killed Mr. Cullen and Miss Beckett.

The only question for you to resolve

is that of her state of mind.

You must find, beyond any reasonable doubt

that she did not act

under the influence of extreme emotional disturbance.

You must find that she did intend with premeditation

to cause the deaths

of two people

or you must find her not guilty.

Never seen you like this before.

I have never done anything this potentially stupid before.

I just pray to god

that when I get out of here, I'm not competing

with Melanie Cullen for an uptown cab.

The jury just finished dinner catered from Walter's.

Hope you don't have a lousy six days.

Well, it's four hours. It's already lousy.

Good night, gentlemen.

Good night.

( phone ringing )

Stone.

Just a minute.

( presses hold button )

It's Lehrman.

He's pacing, too.

He'll take two counts of man one.

She'll do nine years.

It's more than four.

Less than 25.

Your case.

And my stomach.

Deal.

Your role was no less crucial

because your verdict was not required.

I thank you.

You are excused.

Your Honor, move to continue bail

until sentencing.

Motion to continue granted.

( bangs gavel )

MAN: Ten minutes later, it would have been murder.

We were voting.

The way she used her son made us all furious.

If only the kid hadn't lied.

If your mother killed your father...

I wouldn't have lied.

What's she up to?

Rehearsing for the parole board.

I don't know what happened.

I don't remember.

I went there to talk to Eddie.

I thought everything would be all right

and that we could work everything out.

We were married for 25 years.

I thought everything would be all right.

I've always loved Eddie.

I've always loved Eddie...

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