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This is me there.

I did all the stunts.

Some of the girls got picked for their
bodies, which you can say I had one, and

others for the gymnastics.

But actually, I could do all the cheers.

Kathy, these are wonderful photographs.

Thank you.

But you're going on trial for murder
tomorrow, and I really think we need to

focus on the case.

You said it was important that the jury
feel they know me a little.

Yes, but whether you did your own
backflips in high school isn't relevant.

We also need to meet with your
housekeeper. Nanny.

Although she might as well be a
housekeeper, since foster care yanked

son.

This case could turn on her testimony,
so... You think I did it, don't you?

It's not our place to pass judgment.

What about the New Jersey incident?

As we explained, Since you weren't
convicted there, the prosecution can't

introduce... I mean, do you think I did
that one?

I wouldn't know.

I didn't.

It was probably his wife.

She did time in a rubber room, you know.
And for someone who supposedly loved

her husband, why wasn't she at the
trial? Loved ones of the victims always

trial to see the murderer get there.

Well, perhaps, as you say, she was the
killer, so she'd feel no need to see you

get yours.

We need to concentrate on this trial.

Who ran over who seven years ago in New
Jersey isn't relevant.

They're real.

I'm sorry?

My breath.

I can tell when women are looking at
them to see. They're real.

How are mine? Is there a point?

It's just that people think I'm a fraud.

The police obviously do. That's why I'm
going on trial, isn't it? And the jury's

going to think if she'd lie about her
tits, then she'd lie about anything.

Well, they're real.

The jury needs to know it.

This way, please.

Here you go. Thank you.

Liz Doerr.

Ralph Alt, pleasure.

Hi.

Ed Lomato.

How do you do? Nice to meet you. Brian
Adams, Stanley Wells, and Roland Monroe,

our client. Pleasure to meet you, Liz.
Nice to meet you.

Please have a seat. Thank you.

I know it was incredibly short notice. I
appreciate your agreeing to meet with

us. No problem.

Roland is CEO of Seaboard Airlines, a
fairly new East Coast commuter service.

I've heard of it.

They're being sued today in federal
court.

The plaintiff, a prospective passenger,
is seeking a restraining order to enjoin

one of Seaboard's policies.

And we'd like you to join with us and
actually argue the motion.

We can fully brief you on all the
issues, which are pretty

Assuming you're interested.

Okay, what am I missing?

Excuse me?

This is a big law firm with plenty of
high -powered civil litigators.

My practice has been almost exclusively
criminal.

Why do you want me?

We don't expect to win the motion.

Our goal is to attract attention.

Now, in addition to being a pretty
gifted attorney, you're attractive.

And at the moment, extremely hot copy,
given your murder conviction and recent

release.

Basically, we think you'll make the
news.

I want this particular policy to get
some play.

What's the policy?

We don't fly Arabs.

You're kidding, right?

I'm not kidding.

We want to be known as the most security
-conscious airline in the new world.

Obviously, the longer this thing stays
in play, the more publicity it

Ideally, we'd like to get Roland on the
stand for an evidentiary hearing. If you

can accomplish that, fantastic.

You don't fly Arabs.

She's a total loon, Eugene.

Let's just do our job. What is our job?
The directive from the client has been

to authenticate her breath.

Well, did they at least take away her
driver's license?

Excuse me?

When she ran over her last lover.

She wasn't convicted of that, Lucy.

Sophie, I thought we were going to meet
down at the courthouse. I know, but can

I talk to the two of you for a second?

I'm starting to panic a little. I don't
think I should testify.

Shouldn't testify?

You're the alibi. I know, but I have a
little skeleton in

my closet and I am suddenly afraid that
if the DA finds out... What skeleton?

Four years ago, I sort of changed my
name and not exactly legally.

What do you mean you sort of changed
your name? I embezzled.

A little.

from a former employer. It was nothing
too serious, but my lawyer said that

there was a possibility that I could go
to jail, so I fled the state and came to

Massachusetts, and with the help of some
less reputable lawyers, I became Sophie

Taylor.

She tells you this an hour before trial?
I'm not sure you can call her. Why?

Because you can't knowingly put up a
witness to lie.

She so much as says the name Sophie
Taylor.

It's a lie. Look, the likelihood is the
prosecution will have no idea about

this. She has no record as Sophie
Taylor. That isn't relevant to the legal

ethics. What's her real name? She won't
tell us. Jamie, maybe you and Lucy could

find that out. Why don't you just plead
this thing? We'd love to. Helen won't.

The best they'll offer is murder, too.

Then go with what you've got.

This man is an American citizen.

He's a college professor.

The intent is safety here, not bias. Oh,
come on, counsel.

The assumption itself is a bias.

To make an airline safe, you have to
exclude Arabs?

Your Honor, I will admit the
outrageousness of this policy.

How generous of you. Do you also
acknowledge something called equal

The rich are already doing this.

They're chartering private Gulfstreams
to fly on Arab -free planes. One could

argue my client is serving equality by
offering the same privilege to the

class. One could argue it. I wouldn't.
With the court's permission, I'd like to

conduct a short evidentiary hearing so
you can hear directly from my client. We

don't need a hearing to determine
whether or not... I will submit the laws

this area are complicated.

If you're going to shut us down, I would
at least request the courtesy of

hearing what my client has to say.

Two o 'clock.

Revenge is said to be the greatest of
all motivators.

There is no psychological force greater,
none, than the will to get even.

You will hear evidence how Cassie Ray
and Jason Scott were lovers.

They even had a child together.

Then early last May, Jason Scott broke
it off.

And Cassie Ray...

became enraged.

The evidence will reveal the threats the
defendant made against the victim.

The evidence will show on May 23rd, in
the middle of the night, Cassie Ray

drove to the victim's house, picked up a
baseball bat, and attacked the

victim while he lay sleeping.

The coroner will tell you Jason Scott
was struck on the head over 50 times.

The expert psychiatrist will tell you
that this inhuman brutality can

only come from profound vengeance.

Most of all, the evidence will reveal
that this brutal murder was committed by

Cassie Ray.

The evidence will indeed reveal this was
a brutal, vicious murder, but that's

all the evidence will tell you. The
evidence here is thin, circumstantial.

No witnesses.

Kathy Ray has an alibi.

She was at home sleeping on the evening
of May 23rd, and her nanny will take the

stand and tell you my client never left
her house.

Prosecution has a burden to prove guilt
beyond all reasonable doubt.

The evidence will reveal they can't even
come close.

What the jury won't be allowed to hear
is that Cassie Ray was arrested seven

years ago for mowing down another lover
with her SUV.

Since Ms. Ray was acquitted of that
murder, the information is inadmissible.

In other legal news, Seaboard Airlines
was sued today in federal court for its

refusal to allow passengers of Arab or
Islamic descent on its aircraft.

Well, they made the news. That's what
they wanted, right?

Lucy, is it okay if I transfer my calls?
I need to pick up the little man at

daycare. Sure.

Maybe you should get your own secretary.

I'm sorry?

You have your own practice now. Maybe
you should have your own secretary.

Is there a problem?

Well, you know, I'm just concerned that
people will call, get Lucy, and think

you still work here.

And will be confused with the kind of
firm that defends bigots.

Oh.

You defend murderers, but a bigot? It is
not the same thing, and you know it.

All right. We don't defend a person's
right to kill.

You are defending this client's right to
engage in racial profiling. And to the

extent that you're helping to legitimize
prejudice, don't think you're not

fueling a murderer too down the road,
Lindsay. I need to take cases, Rebecca.

You didn't need to take that one. I'm
trying to build a civil practice here.

didn't need to take that one.

That's pretty much how he looked when we
arrived.

Detective, who called the police to the
scene?

Ms. Ray's nanny. She was dropping the
child off for a visit when she

the body.

And, Detective, could you tell us what
physical evidence you found?

The defendant's fingerprints were all
over the house. We found hair

matching the defendant. Specifically,
one of the defendant's hairs was found

the murder weapon. Her bloody shoe
print.

Tire tracks matching the defendant's
car.

We also found a bite mark on the victim.

Dental imprints revealed an exact match
with the defendant.

Fresh bite mark?

Within the last 24 hours, yes.

Possible he was bitten the day before he
was killed.

We can't rule it out, but... Thank you.
And if my client were in that house the

day before this murder, it's possible
she left her prints, tire tracks, and

behind then.

Isn't it, detective?

Anything's possible, counsel, but again,
I... My client also came to the house

once the body was discovered, didn't
she? She entered the premises.

She did. She was restrained. She
contaminated the scene, didn't she?

Part of the scene. Possible she left her
bloody footprint then, isn't it? We

don't believe it was left then. Can you
rule it out?

No. But you found the baseball bat on
the floor.

That's correct.

Well, then it's possible the hair you
found on the bat could have come off the

carpet.

Right?

I heard her screaming at him.

The defendant, the very day before the
murder, I was walking my cat past

house, oh, God rest his soul, and I
heard her yelling, you can't do this, I

won't let you do this, and I even
thought I heard a scuffle.

Now, Miss Jettle, the night of the
murder, did you observe anything

Yes.

About 1 a .m., I was walking my cat. We
were both fairly nocturnal. And I saw

her car parked one street over from his
house.

The defendant's car?

Parked a street away.

Like she didn't want anyone to notice.

But I noticed.

You were walking your cat?

Yes, I was.

I suppose that makes me crazy.

You said you saw my client's car.

What was the license plate?

It's a Mercedes, silver. You didn't get
the license?

No. Do you believe in past lives, Miss
Jessel?

Nor does that make me crazy, if that's
your implication.

Were you on Earth before this life?

Yes, I was.

And?

A cat.

It's discrimination.

I don't pretend otherwise, but it's
necessary.

Why?

Look. We can screen baggage, search
passengers, get most of the weapons.

But you know who we catch?

The unwitting people who aren't really
trying to get past us.

And even some of them get by.

Anybody truly determined to take a plane
down.

I just can't look my customers in the
eye and say I guarantee it won't happen.

But you can if you ban Arabs?

We improve our chances.

The terrorists we're most at risk from
come from the Muslim world.

That's a fact.

Also a fact. This is racial profiling.
Without a doubt.

But we're not the first to do it.

Immigration fingerprints and photographs
any Islamic coming into this country.

We don't do that with the French.

But what you're doing isn't tightening
security.

You're barring them.

Look, people do not feel comfortable
seeing an Arab person on their plane.

They do not feel safe.

I'm in a customer service business here.
If my customer does not feel safe, I'm

out of business.

That's what this is really about, isn't
it, Mr. Monroe? The bottom line.

It's about trying to assure our
customers that the security... We don't

Arabs. Mr. First, I'm a great believer
in equal justice.

But so are most of the people on those
planes September 11th. That's as cheap

it is offensive.

I don't think so.

We have all kinds of weapons that can
avoid detection.

Plus, these terrorists are trained in
physical combat.

Even if you eliminate the weapons...
What if your research showed that blacks

were more likely to commit mayhem on a
plane?

I would never exclude blacks, because I
would consider that bias to be

unreasonable. This prejudice isn't.
There are 1 .6 billion Muslims in the

and you're discriminating against all of
them because of the actions of 19.

That's reasonable?

Start your own company and run it the
way you'd like.

I should get the same courtesy.

We don't give people the right to be a
bigot in this country.

How about the right to be safe?

What if somebody was convicted of a
crime?

Do you screen them out?

No. What about, say, your attorney?
Would you fly her?

Objection!

I've been her son's nanny for almost two
years.

You're a live -in?

Yes, and my bedroom is right over the
garage.

Ma 'am, I call your attention to the
night of May 23rd, 2002.

Where were you that night?

I was home, at Cassie's house.

And was she there?

Yes, she was.

All night.

Can you tell us what you remember,
specifically?

Yes.

Cassie was having sinus problems, so he
took some sleeping pills to help her

sleep, and since they kind of knock her
out, she asked me to listen for Timothy

in case he should cry.

I left the door open so I could hear.

Are you a deep sleeper?

I'm an extremely light sleeper.

Do you know whether my client ever left
the house that night? She couldn't have.

If she so much as started the car, she
would have woken me.

Thank you.

Miss Taylor.

You're very devoted to Cassie Ray,
aren't you? Yes.

But I am telling the truth.

She never left the house that night.

I see. Did you?

Did I?

No. After you discovered Jason Scott's
body and the police arrived, do you

remember what you told them?

Not really.

I was in shock.

They had to calm me down.

You don't remember telling the police
that you left the house that night?

I didn't tell them that.

Well, yes, you did. You said you were
home all night with the exception of

you called a cab to go to the pharmacy.

You see that man, Sophie?

He's the cab driver who drove you.

Now, do you remember going to the
pharmacy?

I forgot that I told the police about
that.

Oh, you forgot you told the police that.

Would you be up here lying to save
Cassie?

No. I forgot about the pharmacy.

I was gone. 30 minutes. Tops.

Uh -huh.

By the way...

I have no record of Sophie Taylor
existing until three years ago.

Would that be your real name?

Am I dead?

It doesn't look good.

Listen.

I think we should plead to murder two.

I know it's not much, but it beats
murder one.

I know you think I did it.

You don't want to win this, do you?

We are doing our very best, Kathy.

But I have to say, you were dumped by
two boyfriends.

Both end up dead. Ryan never dumped me.

Ryan would be New Jersey?

He loved me.

He had a wife and a family. That's the
only reason he didn't want to leave. He

loved me.

And I didn't kill him.

I had an alibi.

That's why I didn't get convicted.

I had an alibi.

Yes, you always seem to find yourself an
alibi.

But your car ran over him.

It was Dolan. I reported it.

Dolan. Okay, so someone stole your car
and just happened to run over your lover

with it. I had an alibi.

And he loved me.

He had a family, that's all.

Don't you go saying why he didn't love
me.

And Jason?

He loved you too?

No.

Jason did dump me.

He deserved what he got.

It was only because he had a family.

Yes,

I bid him.

I was mad at him. I don't deny that.

But I still loved him.

Why were you so angry with Jason Scott?

I was in love with him.

I took care of him. I raised his son. I
made love to him. I let him nuzzle

himself to sleep every single night on
my breath.

Which are real, by the way.

I was practically a wife.

And he dumped me.

Did you make threats?

Yes. I screamed at him. I admit, I even
told people I hated him.

But underneath, I still loved him.

I could never... Cassie, did you ever
leave your house the night of his death?

Never. I took a sleeping pill. I was
knocked out.

I was there the day of, and we argued,
and I bit him, but I never went there

that night.

You bit him because you were angry?

Yes, and why shouldn't I be?

I have a son, and right now he's in
foster care, for God's sakes. I

angry? Well, he's in foster care because
his father's dead and his mother's

being charged with the murder.

Exactly, for which I'm innocent.

How could I not be angry?

Cassie, you get angry a lot, don't you?
I don't get violent, if that's where

you're headed.

Okay.

Cassie, I'm holding in my hands your
diary. This is your diary, correct?

Yes. I would like you to read the
clipped page dated March 11, 2002.

He has his precious bat he got at an
auction, signed by Harmon Killebrew.

I feel like pounding his head with it.

Maybe one day I will.

Sorry.

You laughed?

I couldn't help it. What do you mean you
couldn't help it? How do you laugh? She

bites him.

Her prints and hairs are all over the
scene. She threatens him. Her alibi

out to be a big liar with no name. I'm
thinking, what else could possibly go

wrong? Of course.

She puts an entry in her diary saying
she wants to beat on his head with a

Come on. That doesn't mean you laugh.

Did you know about this diary?

Of course we didn't know. That would
have taken the fun out of it. Eugene, I

can't wait to see what happens next.

By the way, Cassie knew the police had
her diary.

And she forgot to tell us.

She forgot to tell us.

What are you going to do?

What else can I do?

It's plan B time.

Plan B?

Who? The nanny.

What? The nanny? Unless somebody's got a
better idea. Eugene.

Bobby, don't tell me how ridiculous it
is. This case went to ridiculous a long

time ago. You're going to accuse the
nanny? What would be the motive? Don't

a motive. Hell, I don't even know her
real name.

It's all a big mystery. Mystery.

It's doubt.

Reasonable doubt.

Maybe they were lovers. Anybody think
about that?

Sophie and Cassie are lovers. This Jason
was getting in the way, so out comes

Harmon Killebrew. Let's go with that.

Eugene, let's think about this. Bobby,
what's to think about?

Sophie is as dumb as Cassie.

Who knows?

This might even work.

These are very good times for
intolerance.

I mean, come on, who among us, if we see
a Muslim, on our flight, doesn't check

the bastard out head to toe.

They blew up the World Trade Center, for
God's sakes.

And every single one of us, over a year
later, still feels violated.

But what's being violated today so
openly, even proudly, is our civil

Our freedom.

The thing that America is supposed to be
about.

There's nothing proud about this day,
Your Honor.

Sorry, I didn't see that coming.

I apologize.

I have this ritual with my nine -year
-old daughter over breakfast.

I tell her about the case that I'm
arguing and she tells me about school.

And this week she's learning about Rosa
Parks.

She said, imagine, Daddy.

They used to make blacks sit in the back
of the bus.

Sure, it's a different world since 9
-11.

But the times of our nation have always
been defined most by who we are as a

people.

Well, who are we?

Do we really stand for liberty?

I mean, are we truly the champions of
equal rights? Are Martin Luther King's

words about judging a person by the
content of their character, not by the

of their skin?

Do we live by these words?

Or are they just credos that we trumpet
when we're not running scared?

We the people.

That's how our Constitution begins.

Since 9 -11, the people want justice.

People want revenge.

But mostly, people want security.

Our government tells us every day, the
next attack is coming. Be on the

It's not a question of if, but when.

It's not about screening weapons.

The airplane itself is the weapon. It's
a big flying bomb.

It has to be about stopping certain
people from getting on board.

And yes, by certain people, I mean
Arabs.

Racial profiling is a terrible thing,
but the reality is it has

become necessary.

These terrorists are unlike any enemy
that we have ever faced.

They're not just evil.

They're educated, trained, and willing
to die themselves.

They live among us as neighbors. They
are among us.

It's not possible to behaviorally pick
them out.

That's why, to be safe, an airline has
to screen them all.

Or at least an airline should be allowed
to.

When I was growing up, America was
always a land whose borders were open.

A place where anybody from any nation
could come to our shores, work hard, and

fulfill his dreams.

I've always loved being an American.

I have a young son.

And once my dream for him was to grow

up in this America.

But that's no longer a possibility.

And I cry about that.

I cry for my son.

But as his mother, I want him to be
safe.

I want for him to be able to get on a
plane that won't be used as a bomb.

And I don't think you can dismiss that
as paranoia, Your Honor.

When our own leaders are telling us to
be afraid.

reminds you, Miss Taylor, that you're
under oath.

We had a lot of surprises earlier,
didn't we? Turns out you were gone from

house. Sophie Taylor isn't your real
name.

Kind of begs the question, doesn't it?

You killed Jason Scott, didn't you?
What?

It was you.

What are you doing? What's going on? Mr.
Young, Your Honor, I have reason to

suspect this woman of the murder. This
woman is a felon.

What state did you flee after you were
caught embezzling?

Hey. What's your name, ma 'am?

I told you that in private. You're not
my client, ma 'am. What's your name? You

can't do this. Tell us who you are.

Your Honor, I plead the Second
Amendment.

Let's try the Fifth.

Did you kill Jason Scott? No. You had
keys to his house, her car.

You could have easily taken one of
Cassie's hairs and stuck it to a bat.

Your Honor. What? You're crazy.

Your Honor, I demand you order this
woman to reveal her real name.

Maybe she's killed others. Mr. Young,
settle down now.

You know what, Ms. Taylor, or whoever
you are, I am going to order you to tell

us your true identity. Otherwise, I will
hold you in contempt.

Marge Fennell.

I'm from Connecticut.

And who did you embezzle from, Ms.
Fennell?

I didn't.

I just...

Made it up to make me sound a little
exotic.

I got a speeding ticket once.

Well, we had to at least try.

Now what?

Showtime, I guess.

Showtime? I thought we already had
Showtime. What are you going to do now?

I'm going to close.

With what?

The United States of America.

Be seated.

I find it almost unimaginable that we
are in court to decide whether it is

permissible for an airline to
discriminate against a group based on

ethnicity.

It is a flat -out violation of the Civil
Rights Act of 1964, the Commerce

Clause, and the idea repulses me.

It is unimaginable.

But I'm reminded of a column I read in
the New York Times by Thomas Friedman.

He said what happened on September the
11th was,

beyond unimaginable.

It wasn't so much our intelligence
agencies as it was our imaginations that

failed.

We simply couldn't conceive that
educated people from privileged homes,

would turn a plane into a missile,
killing themselves and so many innocent

people.

Mr. First, you are asking me to weigh
the principles of law, of reason,

morality, against a phenomenon of
terrorism that knows no such boundaries.

That's why the government has so much as
admitted they don't know what steps to

take against the ones waiting to strike
next.

They are beyond our imagination.

Ms. Dole?

You mentioned that you loved being an
American.

So do I.

I became a judge, first and foremost, to
protect those liberties

so afforded us by the Constitution,
those freedoms that we all hold so

and, until recently, so fundamental.

But the reality is we make exceptions to
our constitutional rights all the time.

Be it freedom of speech, religion, none
of them is absolute.

The legal test for doing something so
patently unconstitutional is basically

you better have a damn good reason.

There has been one other long -standing
reality in this country.

If not safe,

One can never be free with great

personal disgust.

I am denying the plaintiff's motion for
a TRO.

We can all take consolation in knowing
that this ruling probably won't stick on

appeal, but let's not kid ourselves.

The day is soon coming when it will.

Plaintiff's motion denied.

We're adjourned.

Counselor.

Thank you, Lindsay. Fantastic.

Something tells me you're going to have
a pretty decent civil practice for

yourself.

She threatened him.

They were heard fighting the day before.

Her car was seen parked a block away the
night of the murder. Her prints, hairs,

fibers, all over the scene of the crime.

There was even one hair on the murder
weapon. She left a bloody shoe print.

She puts an alibi witness up here who
lied, who admitted she couldn't totally

account for the defendant's whereabouts.

She even lied about her own name. Who
knows what else she made up?

The psychiatric expert told you.

There's only one motive for this kind of
killing.

When a man gets hit on the head over 50
times, it's rage.

Revenge.

This woman wrote in her own diary, maybe
I'll beat him on

his head with a baseball bat.

Gee, I wonder what happened.

I don't know about you, but I'm getting
damn sick and tired of waking up,

reading in the paper of yet another
innocent man on death row being cleared

DNA. How the hell did we put so many
people on death row for crimes they

commit? I figure it's got to be the
juries not doing their jobs.

I'm sure all these suspects looked
guilty.

If they didn't look guilty, they
wouldn't be on trial. Everybody who gets

arrested looks guilty. The police are
even sure of it. But it's up to the jury

to make sure they prove it beyond all
reasonable doubt, because this is the

United States of America. And in the
United States of America, we don't lock

people up, especially for murder, unless
the government satisfies that burden.

Now, once we say, OK.

You don't have to prove it beyond all
reasonable doubt. Then the innocent,

including you and me, could get locked
up. That's not acceptable in the United

States of America, is it?

Is it?

Now look what we have here.

My client looks guilty, like Ms. Gamble
said. They got prints.

They got fibers. Hair on the back. A
diary. A witness seized a car. She looks

damn guilty, but when you stop...

She was there the day before. Of course
her prints and fibers are all over. A

bloody bat falls on the carpet. Stuff's
going to stick to it, including hair.

And as for the car being seen that
night?

Yeah, by some nut who thinks she'll come
back as a cat.

These aren't the kind of building blocks
we use to deny a person her freedom for

the rest of her natural life. Not in the
United States of America.

As for the diary.

You think she's the first woman to ever
think about killing her lover?

Come on.

I mean, think about it three, four times
a day. She gets punished for what she

thinks because she writes it down in the
book.

That's not what we do in this country.
We demand proof and it isn't there.

My client took a sleeping pill.

That was never contradicted. She was
never seen leaving her house. It's

that somebody else came into that house.
Detective McGuire couldn't rule it out.

Did you hear him rule it out? No. That
somebody could have been Sophie Taylor

Marge Fennell or whatever the hell her
name is. She's a liar. She had keys to

the car, keys to the victim's house,
struck me as a wacko. Who among us

have doubts about her?

Now, you can think my client is guilty.

That's reasonable.

The point is, you can't know it.

You can't be convinced beyond all
reasonable doubt.

And failing that high standard of proof,

Ms. Ray must be presumed innocent.

Because after all, this is the United
States of America.

Donald Dole, whatever.

Hey, Eleanor.

Oops.

Now?

Already?

Okay.

Jury's back. They were out 16 minutes.

What the hell?

What's wrong? Call Eugene.

I can't. They're in court. Cell phones
are off.

Madam foreperson, has the jury reached a
verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

Will the defendant please rise?

What say you?

In the matter of the Commonwealth of
Massachusetts v.

Cassie Ray, on the charge of murder in
the first degree, we find the defendant,

Cassie Ray, guilty.

Members of the jury are dismissed.

With the thanks of the court, we are
adjourned.

Oh, I go to prison?

You're going to go back into custody,
and they're going to hold you there

sentencing. We're going to go over any
grounds for appeal, and we're going to

talk to you tomorrow.

Hang in there, Kathy.

We're going to talk to you tomorrow.

I never thought that I'd feel sorry for
somebody who bashed a man to death with

a baseball bat.

What happened?

We lost.

I found out who she is. Who?

Sophie Taylor.

Fennell is her maiden name. I found out
who she is.

Now what?

Ryan Hunter was run over seven years ago
in New Jersey.

Cassie was prosecuted and acquitted.
Mrs. Hunter had a breakdown and was

institutionalized.

She was released three years ago and
changed her name to Sophie Taylor.

You became a nanny for your husband's
mistress.

Small world.

Did she kill your husband or did you?

Framing her.

Seven years is a long time to remember.

I assume Cassie doesn't know who you
really are.

Can I be there when you tell her?

I would really love to see her face.

You killed Jason Scott.

Set yourself up as a defense witness,
knowing they'd blow you apart on the

stand. Oh, now, come on.

That's a bit risky.

Why would I take such a chance?

Because you're insane.

And just like Helen Gamble said, revenge
is a great motivator.

We'll never get her out, you know?

The evidence?

A conviction?

We'll never get her out.

Counsel?

You know what will happen next?

An Islamic is going to say something
anti -American.

He'll be shot dead.

And we're going to see a new insanity
defense.

It'll be called 9 -11 rage.

I promise you.

It's coming.

9 -11 rage has diminished capacity. And
the real perversity.

It's a winner.

A sure winner.