Original subtitles

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, O.J.

Come on, heel.

O.J., heel.

Heel.

( whimpering )

Come on.

All right, sit.

You, you, you, you, you.

You.

If you want that dog to do tricks, you gotta hit him.

Want to teach him to bite, then you hit him.

You like the Jets Sunday?

Yeah, if Thomas gets his carries.

I'll give you ten points. Take 'em.

That's what you said last week.

And this week I'm probably right.

Come on, O.J. Let's go home.

Come on.

Come on, O.J.

We got TV to watch. Come on.

( engine starts )

Looks like the pooch got off scot-free.

But that's the last

he's heard of his master's voice.

No skid marks.

Any I.D. on the body?

Lawrence Kealey, 325 West 82nd Street.

Just around the corner.

You want us to take him home?

Wait until we break the news, then bring him up.

We got about 20 more minutes here.

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

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

Big, black, what kind of car?

Mercedes, black, maybe dark blue.

You're not sure?

Street lights make everything funny.

Definitely a Mercedes. All right, good.

That narrows it down. Did you happen to see the license plate?

Maybe the driver?

No. Here's the weird thing.

I see the same car before this happened parked

across the street. I noticed because it's just

sitting there with the parking lights on

then later with them off.

Slow down. Where was this?

All the way down the block.

A 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.

Captioning sponsored by NBC/UNIVERSAL

I knew something was wrong.

I knew it.

He'd always walk O.J. after Carson.

Mrs. Kealey, can we call someone?

He wanted ice cream.

Where is O.J..?

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.

LOGAN: 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'd talk sports, whatever.

Guy still liked the Jets.

He invited me to First Base.

He said he'd set me up.

A sports bar.

Down in Chelsea, 23rd Street.

Larry tended bar.

A bartender affords a place like this?

The 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.

BARTENDER: 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.

The 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've seen a million just 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.

His only vice was point spreads.

CERRETA: Friendly bets or real action?

Well, one bookie comes in here named Fine.

I, uh, wouldn't call him a friend, you know?

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'll never see any cash.

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

Hey, Detective,

I don't look for trouble, you know?

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.

At 50 miles an hour head-on? Come on.

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

Mike, 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 we seen it?

Some idiot thinks he'll cash out quickly, right?

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

and it's bam-- see ya.

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

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.

He 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 stopped.

How bad did it get?

He got pushed around a little.

About a year ago.

No.

I don't know who did it.

CERRETA: 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 am I, a snoop?

Well, some things you just can't avoid.

Such as? Now, 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, Mr. Isaacson?

Oh, 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!

One night a couple 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.

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.

LOGAN: What, is all that just for complaints?

Complaints, repairs...

requests for the painter,

the exterminator.

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.

LOGAN: 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.

I mean, most people would say a little mourning was in order.

I was mourning in private, Detective.

You must admit

it seems a little odd, Mrs. Kealey.

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 D.M.V. says there are 24,000 Mercedes in the city.

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

Speak for yourself Big Daddy. 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 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.

Well, 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?

I mean, 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.

Any friends

among the teachers?

I've seen her lunch with Caroll Woodward,

the science teacher.

Where might we find Miss Woodward?

Mr. Woodward.

He's in 203.

Day I realized I wasn't Einstein

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? She thinks 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. To Jenna appearance equals reality.

You sound like you were pretty close.

We ate lunch, couple of committees.

Any extracurricular 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 S.A.T.s

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.

Look, everybody's got a Miss Conway.

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.

S.A.T.s--

verbal 650.

Math 540.

That's pretty good.

Not for Yale.

My dad's got this Ivy thing.

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

Got to pick up the math.

How often you see her?

Fourth period.

Calculus-- Monday, Wednesdays, and Fridays

and tutoring-- Tuesdays and Thursdays

during lunch.

Ever at night?

I don't like Ivy that much.

Ever have any social contact with her?

What do you mean, social?

Means you ever go to the soda fountain for a malt?

She's my teacher.

Are 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 'bout 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 22.

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.

Takes the subway to work.

PACK: 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, Detective.

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.

Costs 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.

And 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's this all about?

In the best interest of the child

let's just hope it looks brand-new.

Last year she picked up a new one.

A Jag. Now a 560.

I'm trying to convince her to go Italian, you know.

I could do with like a Ferrari, you know.

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 what, 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 I.D.'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 gonna be scared enough to sing his own opera.

Pick him up.

Roy Pack, Junior, 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 that? Step outside, please.

Your Honor, my client is 16 years old.

He has never been charged with any crime...

This is a homicide, Miss 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 justice will best be served if this court

retains jurisdiction Your Honor.

So ordered. Your motion is denied,

Miss Rydell.

Applications, Mr. Robinette?

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

We're talking about a teenager, Your Honor.

His father has no access to that kind...

Yes, Miss 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.

Could be.

Could also be from a BMW

a VW, an Audi...

Any blood or fibers?

Nada.

You think it was hosed down?

Yeah, or it rains, broken hydrant...

case last week-- a dog with a weak bladder.

Great.

Couple hours, I'll send you a written report.

STONE: 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?

When the forensics report arrives 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 his debts.

And in this way, she gets the insurance.

And we'd be together.

No blood, no fiber.

Good for us the kid confessed.

Bluffing's one thing.

Ben, I told you there was no blood or 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 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.

You know, 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 ten, 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, uh... privileged, Counselor. You know that.

You already served the complaint on Jenna, Mr. Gerstein.

It's lost its privilege.

You want everything or, uh, just the juicy parts?

JENNA KEALEY: 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, Mr. Robinette.

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.

Without 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 would 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 ten.

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.

JENNA: The boy has a vivid fantasy life.

If the police find Mr. Kaufer

and he as much knows your name

the fantasy's over.

The reality is murder.

The penalty is 25 to life.

Larry was going to 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.

Mrs. Kealey,

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 just 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'll do.

I'll put you in a lineup

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, okay?

Talked about popping her old man.

I heard it was more than talk.

I heard she gave you two g's.

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 them?

Hey, I'm not killing nobody for no amount.

Not my nature.

I bet you're a real saint, Dave.

Hey, 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, Adam.

And you believe her?

We got to. Kaufer corroborated her story.

He did time.

Rydell will have a field day with him.

And 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.

Think she'll put him on the stand?

She has to. He already confessed.

Bring your crying towels, boys.

You should have included manslaughter.

Adam, 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.

ROBINETTE: 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 worrying about.

Oh, God...

I can't believe this.

She told me she loved me.

KAUFER: 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 them 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 play-offs.

I figured it was my only shot at getting paid.

STONE: Was this the last you saw of them?

Came back the next day.

This time she did all the talking.

Wanted to call the whole thing off.

Said she changed her mind.

STONE: 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 aft...

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 that you loved him, Mrs. Kealey?

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, Your Honor. Counsel's testifying.

He was 16, for God's sake.

What do you expect...?

Miss Rydell.

STONE: 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 jurors' heartstrings...

We knew it was coming.

She's got nothing else.

If they buy it,

he walks.

No manslaughter charges, no safety net.

The last I looked

you were very adamant about this.

You knew that if we included anything less than murder

she'd pull out the sympathy

and the jury would opt for manslaughter.

Ben, 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, uh...

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?

He 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?

STONE: Your Honor, this is totally irrelevant.

I'll withdraw it.

Nothing further, Your Honor.

Sir, has your son

ever been treated by a psychiatrist?

No.

Why not?

I never thought he was sick.

Thank you.

ROY: Motels, sometimes.

Mostly her apartment during the day.

A lot of Monday nights, we would, um...

rent videos

and copy what they did on the screen.

And this went on for how long?

Uh, 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 that this is relevant, Miss Rydell.

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 that he

couldn't take care of things for her,

she said I was her last hope.

Objection. I didn't want to do it.

Sustained.

Jury will disregard.

RYDELL: So why did you listen to her?

She told me we could be together.

She told me to be a man.

No further questions.

STONE: When I was in school

they taught the abc's.

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 that he kept Jenna's money

because her husband welched on a bet

on last year's play-offs.

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, Adam.

Who's in it with him?

Jenna?

So it wasn't the play-offs. 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 to deal.

I'm 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 the role for the kid.

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

So Roy's story's 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 g's.

Jenna and Kaufer-- it was all an act

perfectly staged to manipulate Roy into committing murder.

Are you sure about this, Ben?

He was seduced twice.

The renunciation was a scam--

a safety net in case she got caught.

The truth is, she did conspire with Roy.

Two witnesses perjuring themselves?

It's an outrage. I want sanctions.

Calm down, Miss Rydell.

You'll get your mistrial.

No, I want a dismissal of the charges

against Roy, with prejudice.

Now wait a minute, Counselor. 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 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're 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 Francis.

She wielded a hell of a paddle.

Captioning sponsored by NBC/UNIVERSAL

Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH access.wgbh.org

( howling )