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When are you coming home, Daddy?

Very soon, sweetie.

Very soon, okay?

Very soon.

Okay, Daddy has to have a meeting now,
okay?

All right, get your money.

I'll be right up, sweetheart.

Anna, come on down.

Eight years.

Eight years, out in five, with good
behavior.

Personally, I think it's a decent offer.

Decent? It's decent?

For innocent people to plead guilty to
murder?

Marcy, what would be indecent is for
your husband to serve a life sentence.

They don't even have a body. How can
they possibly prove it? They got a

They got forensics.

And let's not kid ourselves.

Tom going on the lam because I knew that
they would jump to the conclusion that

I did it, Jimmy.

Whatever the reason, you ran, Tom.

You lived under a false name for almost
ten years.

Look, it's your life, it's obviously
your call.

But given the risk, we think you have to
consider the eight years.

In which case, by the time I get out, my
daughter's twelve.

And in the meantime, she grows up
thinking her dad's a killer.

I will not let that happen.

If we lose?

Your daughter grows up without a dad
forever.

I am rejecting the offer.

They turned it down?

I just got the call.

Well, I'd go back with five.

For a first -degree murder?

Ken, you've got no body.

We've won with no bodies before.

Look at me. Please, do not let your
competitive bile suck out what little

remains of your judgment.

That's not encouragement, Helen.

I thought we agreed to be encouraging
with one another.

I'm encouraging you to plead this one
out.

I am not going to let a premeditated
murderer get off with five years. That

against my conscience, not to mention my
bile.

Did he say what this was about? Not to
me. He's been such a wackadoo these

it could be about anything.

Well, it must be big. He wanted me here.

I'm never included in anything.

Well, he better get here fast.

We're in trial.

Maybe he and Lindsay are getting back
together.

Why would he have a meeting to say that?

Because he's such a wackadoo?

Jamie, your attitude has taken a little
dip lately. Have you noticed that?

Sorry I'm late.

Thanks for coming.

What's going on?

I've decided to resign.

I'll be leaving the firm pretty much
immediately.

Eugene, you'll take over as senior
partner.

I know this comes as a shock, but it's
just something I feel I have to do.

I'll be here for the next few days to
work out logistics so we don't have to

our goodbyes yet.

That's all.

What was that?

It's a long story, Eugene.

I got time.

First, let's deal with what? First,
let's deal with why.

I'm just not happy here anymore, Eugene.

Fine.

Why? It's nothing personal against any
of you.

Fine. What is it, then?

It's just personal stuff.

Can we leave it at that? No, we can't,
Bobby. You see, you and I, we are

personal. We've always put it out there.
And for something like this, I'm not

exactly sure of the why.

It probably has something to do with me
and Lindsay, but... It's more than that.

And I feel like I've hit a wall here.

And I feel like I'm gonna crash.

And I just need to leave before I become
wreckage.

You owe us an explanation, Bobby.

I just... And I don't mean all of the
clichés you've just spewed out.

You owe us a reason.

Her name was Rachel Rosenblum.

She disappeared ten years ago.

She was 25 years old.

They found her blood soaking the rug in
her living room, but they never found

her body.

Now, before you start feeling too sorry
for her, let me tell you, Rachel

Rosenblum was a murderer herself.

She killed her husband, who just so
happened to be the defendant's brother.

And the defendant, well, as the evidence
will show, he decided to take the law

into his own hands.

Before the jury could ever return a
verdict in Rachel Rosenblum's trial, Tom

Bardos killed her, then dumped her body
in the Atlantic Ocean.

They've got no evidence that shows that.

They can't even prove she's dead.

Basically, all they have is the
likelihood that Rachel Rosenblum was

during her own murder trial. And they
figure my guy had motive.

So he must have done it.

Well, he didn't do it.

Talk about rush to judgment.

Here, they can't even wait to make sure
she's dead.

He became a fugitive in October 1992
when we were about to arrest him for the

murder of his sister -in -law, Rachel
Rosenblum.

Detective, why was he under suspicion
for this murder?

Rachel was married to his brother,
Adrian Bartos, who she stabbed to death

the summer of 1992.

What led you to believe Ms.

Rosenblum herself had been killed?

She was out on bail.

The jury was deliberating over the
weekend, and she didn't show up for the

verdict, which was a conviction, by the
way. Did you look for her? We went to

her house.

There were signs of a break -in, and
there were enormous amounts of her blood

her living room rug.

We found one of her teeth under the
couch, and there were bloody drag marks

the bathroom tub.

We believe her killer...

cut her body up there so he could carry
it out of her house easier.

Some of her luggage was missing, and we
assume it was used to get rid of the

body parts.

Well, come on now.

This woman was on trial for murder and
facing a conviction. Maybe she faked her

death in order to escape prison. We
certainly considered that.

But Rachel Rosenblum weighed about 130
pounds.

She'd have had about 3 ,500 cubic
centimeters of blood in her body.

By weighing the rug, we found that she
lost at least 1 ,700 cc's, almost half

her blood, and that's not even
accounting for evaporation.

It's almost impossible to believe she
could survive that.

And why did you suspect the defendant
was involved?

First of all, motive.

She killed his brother.

During the trial, he was extremely
worried that she'd be acquitted.

What else?

Forensic evidence.

We found hairs on her living room floor,
soaked in Rachel's blood.

Recent DNA testing showed them to be the
defendants.

This hair you found, Tom used to spend
lots of time in that house. It was his

brother's house.

By his own statement, he hadn't been
there in months, and the house was

regularly cleaned.

Can you positively determine when that
hair got into the rug?

No. In fact, it could have been there
for years before Rachel disappeared.

Unlikely. And detective, police records
show a series of break -ins in Rachel's

neighborhood around the time of her
killing. None of which led to anyone

killed. Can you positively rule out she
could have been killed by a burglar? It

can't be positively ruled out, but the
likelihood... Rachel knew she could go

away for up to 20 years, correct?

That's right. So she had a huge motive
to fake her own death to keep from going

to jail, didn't she?

Is it possible she could bleed herself
practically dry and rip out one of her

own teeth?

Anything's possible.

Thank you.

No further questions.

Are you going to stew all night?

Maybe.

I'm entitled.

Could I be a dumb blonde for a second
and give my unsolicited opinion?

Rather than sit there feeling betrayed,
you could look at it and say, gee, wow,

Bobby picked me as senior partner. What
an honor.

I don't look at it like that.

Or you could say, gee, this firm has
been struggling a little. New direction

may be in order.

Don't look at it like that either.

Or you could say, gee, my friend must
really be struggling.

And instead of feeling betrayed, maybe I
should focus on helping him.

Failing all of the above.

You could say, gee, everything she said
is so dumb.

I'm having dinner with a beautiful, dumb
blonde.

I bet she must be easy.

So many silver linings.

And the night is young.

How's the trial going?

Okay.

Do you know where you're going?

I'm going to open an office.

Solo practitioner like the old days, I
guess.

Thanks.

It isn't personal.

You know that.

I know that.

Can I help with anything?

No.

I'm good.

I don't really owe you an explanation,
Lindsay.

How can you say that?

You don't even live here anymore. This
is a decision I've made about my life.

What about income? What about the cost
of raising a child?

That's why you're here?

Money? Yes, Bobby, you damn well know I
scratch right now. If this is some ploy

to avoid alimony, then I... What?

Don't you ever accuse me of doing this
to avoid alimony. This is erratic

behavior, Bobby. It's my life.

Fine. Live your life.

I lived next door to Rachel and Adrian.

We were friends.

How well did you know the defendant, Tom
Bardos?

Pretty well.

He was very close to his brother, so he
came around a fair bit.

Mrs. Wayne, on the day Rachel
disappeared, did you notice anything out

ordinary? It was early in the morning, I
was out gardening, and I saw someone in

her backyard.

I looked through the fence and saw Tom.

So I called out to him.

Did he respond?

No. He turned and walked away quickly.

You're positive this was the morning she
disappeared?

Quite positive.

This man you called to, he didn't
answer?

No. So you never heard his voice?

No. And you didn't even see this man's
face straight on, did you? I saw a

profile. Looking through the slats of a
fence?

I also recognized his clothing.

A black windbreaker and jeans?

It was Tom.

Any idea how many men in the Boston area
own a black windbreaker and jeans?

It was Tom.

That didn't go so great.

It's still all circumstantial, isn't it?

It is, but... Assuming the jury believes
he was there that morning... I wasn't.

But if the jury believes it was you...

and her testimony was persuasive, we
can't really explain it.

So that gives them motive, your DNA at
the scene, and you were seen at her

the morning she disappeared.

It isn't good.

The point is, the offer of eight might
still be on the table.

If things should go worse, they could
pull it.

I want to play it out a little longer.

We log every flight that takes off and
lands.

Mr. Bardos took up his plane that
afternoon and landed outside Providence,

Island. He was on the ground only 30
minutes before flying back.

That's a short trip, Mr. Woolrich. Yes,
shorter than his usual trips.

Mr. Woolrich, did you observe the
defendant loading anything into his

before he took off?

Yes, I observed him loading what
appeared to be a large duffel bag into

cabin. He struggled with it. It seemed
to be very heavy.

And did you have an opportunity to
observe whether he unloaded the duffel

after he landed?

There was no duffel bag when he came
back.

It's adding up.

And the problem is we have nothing to
stack up against it. Could I take a

As a character witness.

Marcy, until six months ago, you thought
your husband's name was Dan Sterling.

What kind of character witness would you
really be if you didn't even know his

true identity?

Marcy?

Could I have a second, please?

What?

I just need a second with Jimmy and
Rebecca.

Okay.

What's going on?

I haven't been totally up front.

I think she's alive.

Who?

Rachel.

Rachel?

The victim?

Yeah.

You know this how?

I helped her fake her death and get out
of Boston.

I beg your pardon?

I was having an affair with her.

In fact, I loved her.

That's why I was freaking out at the
trial. I was worried she'd be convicted.

was acting angry to cover her. I mean,
if the cops had known we were having an

affair, they would have used that
against her. Okay.

Slow down.

You were in love with your brother's
wife?

My brother was a bastard.

He used to beat her when he had a few
beers in him, which was practically

night.

I was going to take her away from him.

And he found out and came at her. And
that is why she stabbed him.

In self -defense.

So where is she now?

I don't know.

She left me.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

We lived together for about eight
months.

Under separate identities.

After which she split.

Given she was convicted in Adrian's
murder, I don't... I don't figure her to

coming back.

Can you send my wife in now, please?

I guess it's time I tell her.

Do you believe him?

Actually, I do.

As crazy as it sounds. They faked her
death together.

So she could escape prison.

The question is, do we let him get on
the stand and tell his story?

It's risky.

But if we believed him, so might the
jury.

And at this point, we've got nothing to
lose.

Why didn't he come forward with this
before?

Good question.

He probably figured nobody would swallow
it. Which is maybe why you don't let

him testify.

Look, we've got to get back, Eugene.

What's this meeting about?

It's about Bobby.

Or this firm without Bobby.

Whether he changes his mind or not,
right now it seems made up.

Which means we need to get used to life
quickly around here without him.

Eleanor and I have formed an ad hoc
management committee. We will be

whether to accept or reject cases that's
effective immediately.

Wait a second. We can't do it by
committee, Jimmy.

And truth be told, you're the biggest
offender for taking dogs.

Hey! On a more positive note.

We've elected you to be a full partner.

Oh.

Who elected?

Well, with my two votes and Eleanor's
one, we didn't need yours. Though I'm

you would have given it to us.

Is this how you plan to run the ship,
Eugene?

Here's the biggie.

If Bobby's gone, I say we get Lindsay
back.

Excuse me? She wasn't leaving us so much
as she was him, and she has the best

civil reputation of all of us. If you
bring her in, Bobby will never come

We can't be held hostage by Bobby's
midlife meltdown, Rebecca. We have to be

decisive now.

And yes, this is how I plan to lead.

All those in favor of extending an offer
to Lindsay.

How hostile is that? It's not hostile.
You plan to invite my ex -wife in here?

You're not going to be here, Bobby. It
shouldn't matter what we do. What

is getting a deliberate slap in the face
from somebody... Try a punch in the

gut. That's what you did. I made a
decision. So did I.

In the best interest of this firm.
When's the last time you did that?

When's the last time you did that?

You need to move on, Bobby.

Well, so do we. And if you really do
care about our future... You better hope

God we get Lindsay, because she's the
best available lawyer out there. Yeah,

walk out. Just keep walking outdoors.
This is the thanks I get for giving the

firm to you? Thanks for what? For
leaving?

All right, that's enough.

Ten years I put in this firm with you by
your side, and not just to build a

practice of law. Ten years.

Thanks for nothing.

way, way too many changes going on right
now to even consider this.

I'm flattered, but... Might you consider
it down the road some?

We're serious about developing our civil
practice here, Lindsay.

We'd like you to do it.

If I were to even entertain the idea,
Claire comes with me.

We'd love to have her.

Well, like I said, I can't think about
any more change right now.

But, um... Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I, um... I feel a little,
uh, adrift.

I guess the idea of coming home.

I, um...

Then do that, Lindsay.

Come back home.

I gotta go, okay?

Thanks.

We knew about the break -ins in the
neighborhood. We wanted it to seem like

had surprised the burglar. He'd killed
her and hid the body.

What about all the blood?

Rachel used to work as a nurse. She'd
taken blood many times.

We wanted it to look good, so she
started taking vials of her own blood

couple of weeks.

We kept it in her refrigerator, and when
we had enough... And her teeth?

She had some anesthetic she took from
the hospital. We injected it in her gums

and pulled out one of her back teeth
with a pair of pliers.

She mutilated herself?

If we hadn't made it look like she was
really dead.

And the airplane trip?

Helping her escape.

I flew her up to Providence, dropped her
off, and came back.

So she was actually in the duffel bag.

But alive.

She took a bus from Providence to
Atlanta.

I was going to wait until things cooled
down, then I was going to move out of

town and join her.

But?

Basically, I blew it.

The neighbors saw me. I didn't even know
about DNA.

My hair's in her blood.

And then when the police phoned, I knew
I was about to get arrested, so I took

off and joined her.

Then what?

We hid out together for about eight
months, paying in cash, staying in

We kept entirely to ourselves. We moved
every week.

And then one day she couldn't take it
anymore, and she left me.

And I never saw her again.

When was that?

Nine plus years ago.

I got a new ID, a new name, started
getting regular work in telecom.

Five years ago, I settled outside of Los
Angeles.

And a year later, I met my wife, Marcy.

We worked together at the phone company.

We have a beautiful baby daughter.

Tom, you sat on this lie for nine plus
years.

I know I should never have helped Rachel
escape.

I know it now, and I am sorry.

I should be condemned for that behavior,
but I did not kill her.

She is out there.

Somewhere.

Thank you.

Objection. I'm sorry, but I thought I'd
seen and heard it all.

Objection. Sustained. It's the truth.

It's the truth.

What you just said?

Yes. Well then, I'll drop the charges.

Mr. Walsh, show me a photograph of the
two of you together taken after she

disappeared. That would be a help.

We didn't take any pictures.

Not one?

We were fugitives, Mr. Walsh.

We were a little camera shy.

How about a witness?

Someone who saw her alive?

You were together for eight months.

Someone must have seen you. A motel
clerk, a waiter.

You must have some evidence to show you
were having an affair with her. The

point of an affair is that it's secret.

You ripped out Rachel's teeth with
pliers and stored vials of her blood in

refrigerator? Yes.

Got the pliers?

The empty anesthetic jars?

You're asking me for evidence we were
deliberately trying to get rid of.

So basically, all we've got to go on
here is your good word.

Yes. You admit lying to the police about
your relationship with the victim?

Yes. Lying about your very name for ten
years? I had to.

Lying even to your own wife?

Yes. But now, when you're looking at 20
years behind bars...

Now, we should believe you.

Is eight still on the table?

No. I just tried to float it.

Walsh laughed.

Do you have any idea as to where Rachel
could possibly be?

If we can show she's alive... Did she
ever mention a favorite town or a

place she'd like to go?

I don't remember anything.

But I don't really want to leave them to
her anyway.

Sorry? I just don't.

Look, I started a new life, and she
probably did, too.

She likely has a family, and I don't
want to put her through what I'm going

through right now.

Are you serious?

You have sacrificed everything for this
woman.

Marcy, could you excuse us again?

Marcy, please.

I need to have a conversation with my
client.

You know where she is, don't you?

No. How can you sit quiet? You're about
to... Because I love her.

I'm sorry. I know it's sick, but I do. I
still love her, and she still... Still

what?

She still loves you?

Are you two still together?

No. Look, all that we need is evidence
she's alive. She doesn't need to come

forward. If the police...

Become convinced that she is alive. They
will hunt her down.

And I won't let her... It is a
privilege.

You can't tell Marcy any of this.

Tom, if Rachel loves you as you say,
Jimmy, I will not let her come forward.

I'm so incredibly sorry.

I know how difficult this must be for
you.

Am I coming to you screaming about money
or... We're just out of line, and I

apologize.

That having been said, do not walk out
on these people without talking to them,

Bobby.

They love you.

This practice, first, fundamentally,
always, is you.

I guess I just don't get the depth of
your hurt here.

I mean, he's quitting a job, not a
friendship.

Our relationship was the job.

If you really believed that, you
wouldn't feel so betrayed.

I've been seeing the man almost every
day for my entire adult life, Jamie.

When he leaves, we won't be seeing each
other. I mean, we'll talk a good game.

Let's get together. Let's grab a beer.
But that won't happen.

It'll be over.

Have you ever wondered if you're able to
sustain a relationship outside of work?

Maybe Bobby won't be much good at it. He
failed with Lindsay, but...

I think it's your track record that
scares you so.

I'm able to have a relationship outside
of work.

Really?

When's the last time?

I believe I'm having one now.

Well, I can't be sure, but I think you
actually just said something nice.

Nice.

I'm capable of that, too.

I'll believe that when I see it.

How was that?

The start.

You got to help me make sense of this,
Tom.

You could spend the rest of your life in
prison.

I love her, Jimmy.

Don't get me wrong. I love Marcy, too.
We have a nice family. Yes.

You have a daughter who needs to grow up
with a father.

If Rachel could just reveal she's alive
with that... She has a murder conviction

hanging over her.

They'd find not necessarily if I said no
Jimmy and I mean no

I Am willing to go down for her and if
you can't

understand how a person could love
somebody enough to do that Well, that's

too bad for you I guess Did

he say what this one was about

I didn't question him. Because you were
just happy to be invited.

Exactly.

What are you doing?

Just closing.

Hey, thanks for coming in again.

Eugene, Lindsay, I guess everybody feels
I owe an explanation.

But it presumes I have one.

All I can tell you is I basically grew
up in a big firm.

You all know this.

My dad was a custodian in one of those
blue chip offices across the street.

And I wanted to be like those lawyers.

And all the while, I hated them for the
way they treated my father.

And I suppose I've been caught in that
paradox.

Wanting to become...

The monster.

I hate it.

Started off solo, just me with Rebecca
as my assistant.

Vowing to myself to make my firm into
the one across the street. And to a

extent, I've done that.

I work with a group.

group of lawyers I could ever imagine.

But at the end of the day, I just can't
go to work across the

street anymore.

I need to be alone.

Taking cases I want to take.

I love each and every one of you.

Eugene.

Eleanor.

Jimmy.

You are my best friends.

Rebecca, I won't even begin to describe
how I feel about you, and I don't think

I have to.

Lucy, you've been like a daughter.

An obnoxious one.

And, Jamie, I'm only at the beginning of
getting to know you.

But... I gotta go.

I wish I could offer a more satisfactory
answer than...

I've been very destructive lately.

Breaking free of my marriage when what
maybe...

I really wanted was to just break free.

But some days you wake up and you just
know.

And just, uh...

Love

you too, man.

What's going on?

Well, Kenneth asked me to be here
because he's unable to talk.

What do you mean he's unable to talk?
He's too upset.

Last night he received in the mail this
bottle with an anonymous note asking him

to run it for prints, which he did.

We lifted three fresh prints belonging
to Rachel Rosenblum.

As you can see, this is a fairly new
bottle, which means at least as of three

months ago, the supposed victim was
alive.

Accordingly, the prosecution has no
choice but to dismiss the complaint.

Now, I've tried to tell Kenneth this is
a good thing.

A terrible miscarriage of justice has
been avoided, but, well, he refuses to

it that way.

In any event...

Your client is off the hook.

Now he will face charges of obstruction
of justice for faking this woman's

death.

It's over?

On the murder charge.

On the other, they'll prosecute.

What did they say, how much time I get?

No.

Faking a person's death, I'd have to
look it up.

You might make bail.

I can't believe she sent it in. I can't
believe it.

I don't think she did.

But hey, let's ask her.

Did you send it in, Rachel?

I detected the resemblance right away,
but thought men just fall for a certain

look. Not surprising you should look a
little like his last love.

But then I started to look closer.

Lose some weight.

Plastic surgery, new nose, new hair.

But most of it's still there.

What are you talking about?

Meet Rachel Rosenblum, Jimmy.

The reason Tom didn't want to give her
up, she's the mother of his child.

I sent the bottle in.

You drank out of it yesterday.

That is privilege.

You're my lawyer. I'm his lawyer, not
yours.

You're Rachel.

What are you going to do?

Enough of this does fall within his
privilege. Your secret's safe.

You, on the other hand, might not be.

Your wife kills husbands.

But you knew that.

Everyone said you left hours ago.

Yeah.

I wanted to do this alone.

Okay.

Go for a drink?

Bobby, you basically now have nowhere to
call home.

I mean, maybe that's what you want.

But before you adjourn to your big empty
world,

Let me buy you a drink Okay

I'll wait outside

I take it you won.

This is good. Good?

I didn't go to law school to put drug
dealers back on the street.

It's criminal practice.

It helps us to pay the rent.

Rent? We're late with the rent.

We don't even have a conference table.
We'll never build civil. The last blue

chip I brought in tripped over a box.
Now he's suing us. This is a dump.

You don't think I want us in one of
those high -rise buildings?

We'll get there five years from now.
Nice lobby, spacious offices.

Come on, it's going to be us.

Okay.

I'm shutting down the practice.

Get your resumes out there. I'll try to
string out three more weeks. You're

fine. You have a suppression hearing
scheduled in 12 minutes.

You see this?

Huh? Eviction notice.

These are the kinds of things that
happen when you can't make the rent,

the kind of thing you can't make when
clients don't pay.

Are we anywhere close to a settlement on
a tobacco case? Tell me.

Huh. I haven't had it.

Don't tell me you've had it when you
haven't had it. I've had it with your

had it.