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Well, twice he sat me down for an eight count. Taken on one knee, I presume. Oh,

yeah. I may be dumb, but I'm game.

Oh, it's an imaginary legal problem dreamed up by some satyrs who enjoys

torturing poor, dumb legal students.

The class is supposed to write a brief for the defense. What did Mr.

Doe do?

He murdered Jane Roe.

And not very discreetly.

Two witnesses put him at the scene, and the dum -dum left his friends all over

the gun.

Blackstone would flatten him in one round. And no alibi.

Well, he claimed he spent the evening in a coffee shop waiting for little Janie,

but a waitress said that he bugged out about half an hour, and then he flipped

back in and tried to convince her that he was there all the time.

Waitress? Yeah.

You know, maybe I'll look at the answer in the back of the book.

You know, you're more likely to find it at state prison.

Your Mr.

Doe is there. serving a life sentence.

Hey, Chief, you mean that this is a real case?

Only the names have been changed.

John Doe is Jerry Foster.

And Jane Roe was an art student named Marie Zarling.

Wow.

Were you in the case?

Oh, it happened four years ago during the time I was in the hospital.

Uh, can you tell me, uh...

How Foster's lawyer handled the defense?

No, Counselor.

I've had it. Good night.

Heath, do you remember this lawyer's name? Afraid not.

Why do you want to know?

I just thought I'd do a little scratching around.

You've been bitten.

Bitten? By the Law Student Syndrome.

to turn an old case upside down.

Well, I have to write some kind of a brief.

Talk to Ed Brown.

Why? Ed helped put Foster away.

Good night, Mark.

Hello.

Jerry Foster. Sure, I remember him. Has he escaped or something?

You woke me up at 2 .15 at...

His lawyer's name was Dawson.

James Dawson.

You're welcome.

Wait a minute.

There's something else you ought to know.

You're a nut!

You've been misinformed.

I was not Jerry Foster's attorney of record.

The only legal advisor appointed by the court to protect his interests. He

defended himself?

Mm -hmm.

Why?

You might say because no one else would. Every lawyer he consulted felt the same

as you do. The only possible plea was voluntary manslaughter. Well, how did

feel, sir?

Feelings have no place in a court of law, young man.

Haven't you been taught that yet?

Yes, sir, and I've also been taught to recognize an unresponsive answer.

Objection noted.

When I first met Jerry, I felt the same as everyone else.

That he was a liar and a murderer.

But eventually his immense belief in his own innocence began to persuade me. In

spite of the evidence against him? In spite of everything.

If you could talk to Jerry yourself, you'd understand what I mean.

He's at a conservation camp in Susanville. I could arrange for you to

Susanville, minimum security.

Jerry's a model prisoner.

Not the usual picture of a murderer.

But would seeing him really have any bearing on my class assignment, Mr.

There are things you can learn about the law that are not taught in the

classroom, young man.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Bye.

Thanks for seeing me.

You understand I'm only a law student.

Just an academic interest, huh?

I swear I don't mind talking about it.

Okay, then.

Had you known Marie Long?

No. No, I met her right after I was discharged.

You know, that's one of the funny things about this thing, discharge.

You know, Sanger, I almost single -handedly wiped out a Kong attack.

They gave me the Bronze Star.

You'd think that'd be a credit, wouldn't you?

We're not on the home front, buddy.

All it did was label me as the homicidal type.

That bronze star and four lying witnesses just... just brought me life

imprisonment. What made you decide to defend yourself?

Nobody else would. Oh, come on. Plenty of lawyers would. Would what?

Plead me guilty?

Ask me to get on the stand and say I killed the only girl I ever loved. But

wouldn't settle for a reduced sentence.

Godfrey or nothing, right? It just simply doesn't occur to you that I'm

innocent, does it? Look, I've seen the evidence against you.

I didn't do it.

Either not very bright or you are lying.

Okay.

Thanks for saving me, Foster.

You're just like all the rest.

You don't even want to hear my side of it. What side?

That I didn't do it. Well, if you didn't, why were your fingerprints all

the gun?

Sure, I handled the gun. The night Marie was killed? No, I wasn't even anywhere

near Marie's apartment that night.

It was later.

Police headquarters.

if I'd ever seen it before.

That's how the cops got my prints on that gun. And you expect me to believe

that? Yes.

But half the San Francisco police force would have had to have been in it. Not

the whole force.

Just one guy.

The guy who showed me the gun at police headquarters.

But when I accused him of it at the trial, he lied.

Now you tell me, Counselor.

What's the penalty for perjuring a guy's life down the drain? Nobody perjured

your life. Hey, I answered your question. Well, the same as a penalty

accused could pay.

Dead. It's possible in a capital case, but why would he want to frame you,

Foster? It was bucking for promotion.

Do you remember his name?

You think I'd ever forget that?

Detective Ed Brown.

And in response to your request, I'm substituting the enclosed interim report

my review of departmental procedures in the 18th Division.

No recommendations will be made until the review is completed. You got that?

Hi, Chief. Eve. Hi.

Banker's hours?

I'm sorry, I wanted to stop off for this.

What is it?

Photosets. Complete homicide file on the foster case.

Interrogation of suspects and witnesses.

Photographs taken at the murder scenes.

It works.

Beautiful. I thought I might help you with that brief you're doing.

And if my personal recollections can be of any assistance.

Maybe they can. You testified about the guns, didn't you? Sure.

And about the fingerprints.

Mark, the experts testified about the prints. They examined it, not me. Before

Jerry was picked up?

Sure, before he... Now, what are you digging for? His story that we

tricked him into handling the gun? Well... Look.

I sweated enough over that idiot charge at the time of the trial. Now, don't you

think any law student's going to put me through it again. Just forget it. Ed, I

was just trying to understand Foster's motives, not yours. Motives?

Mark, I didn't have any except to do my job. Foster didn't give you that

promotion routine, did he? Well, yeah. And you bought it.

And I didn't buy a thing. For your information, Mark, that promotion was

month before the Foster case.

Just hadn't gone through yet.

One had nothing to do with the other.

Just a moment.

Mark, for you, a Miss Foster.

Hello.

Hold on, please.

Hey, Chief.

Will you be able to get along without me for a while?

We might possibly survive.

I will be right over.

Thank you.

Goodbye. Mark?

Yeah? Is that lady any relation to Jerry Foster?

His sister.

Is Foster's sister a witness in the case?

No. Then how will seeing her help Mark with his brief?

Yes. Come in.

Thank you.

May I take your jacket? Oh, that's all right.

Please, have a seat.

I made us some coffee.

Good.

Mr.

Dawson tells me you're writing a brief in defense of my brother.

Only as a class exercise.

But you, uh...

Do work for Chief Robert Ironside, don't you? Not with him, for him. He's not

involved. And if that's why you asked me, Miss Foster... It isn't.

I thought you might like to read a transcript of the trial. Do you have a

Oh, yes.

I'd like that very much.

I think you'll find it's the record of illegal lynching.

You're disturbed, aren't you?

Why?

They say a man who defends himself has a fool for a client, and

your brother was no exception.

He didn't know how to cross -examine the prosecution properly.

Prove the police put words in their mouths. That's not true, Miss Foster. It

What reason would my brother have had to murder Marie? He was madly in love with

her. And madly jealous when he heard about the other guy. He just blew his

Did Jerry ever say that? No, but he was in that frame of mind according to the

testimonial. What's this?

Garvey Durko.

Jerry should have challenged that as hearsay evidence. No, no. Marie had

expressed fear of Jerry. That made it an exception to the hearsay rule and

admissible under Section 1250. It's all here in the record. Garvey Durko had his

own axe to grind. What section covers that? What axe?

Didn't you know?

Before the police decided it was easier to railroad my brother.

Garfield Durko was their prime suspect.

Hey, would you grab this stuff before more of it spills in my lap?

Hey, don't you want any?

No, thanks.

Burning the candle at both ends is your bag, not mine.

Haven't you finished this yet?

Almost.

Invisible ink, no doubt.

It's just that I'm having a little problem with getting it on paper. I

it was all cut and dry.

A plea of guilty on a lesser offense.

I surveyed another avenue.

Not. guilty as charged.

So Dawson took that road and ended up in a ditch. Dawson was just a backseat

driver. Jerry was at the wheel.

I think that I can write a brief that infuses most of the prosecution

You implying perjury? No, not at all. It's just that I think that because of

certain legal technicalities, I can have their testimonies stricken, ruled

inadmissible. Legal technicalities? Don't knock them. They have saved many

innocent neck. And many a guilty one.

I am being tested as a lawyer, not a cop.

I have to presume my client's innocence.

You presume that Jerry Foster is innocent? I don't presume anything about

Foster. He is not my client. My client is John Doe.

Look what you've written there.

Well, that's just a Freudian slip.

Freud was no lawyer.

Did I not?

All finished.

I made two copies.

Oh, Charlotte, I wish you let me pay you.

Reading it is payment enough, Mark.

Wonderful job.

Professor Hopper will probably shoot it full of holes.

No, no, this is the way Charles Dawson should have defended my brother.

Will you have some coffee?

I'd better take a rain check.

Got to get back on the job.

Hey, thank you.

Bye. Bye -bye.

Chief Ironside's office.

Just a moment.

Commissioner from the chief.

Yes, Dennis.

Just a minute.

Yeah, Channel 4.

Sure, any time. I'll be right here.

As I said before, I wish I could take credit for this important development.

But I can't. It belongs to Mark Sanger, a crusading young law student.

Well, then this is proof that Jerry Foster did not receive a fair trial.

Well, I prefer to say that Sanger's brief discredits the prosecution

But didn't the state Supreme Court review this case and uphold the verdict?

Yes, because there were no legal errors as such.

But this is a different matter of federal concern.

Next week, I shall apply to the U .S. District Court for a writ of habeas

corpus. I see.

Excuse me, please.

Mr. Coffin, is there a precedent for this type of action?

It won't be the first time I've created precedent.

How did you come into possession of the Sanger brief?

It was given to me by his associate, Miss Foster here, who's Jerry's sister.

My associate? She just typed it. Miss Foster, how do you feel about this?

Wonderful that the terrible wrong is going to finally be put right.

My brother was a victim of police persecution.

How is that?

Detective cared only for promotion, lied on the witness stand.

Would you care to give us his name? There are laws covering defamation,

man. I'm not afraid of the truth.

His name is Edward Brown.

Sergeant Edward Brown.

The Susanna Canyon fire still burns out.

innocent victim of police persecution. Oh, brother. Ed, everybody knows that

Coffin is just a publicity seeker. I couldn't care less about Coffin.

He and little sister Charlotte only threw the mud pies.

But our crusading young law student here made them.

Would you mind telling me just how I lied? I never said you did.

Oh, come on. She was quoting from your brief, wasn't she? Take it easy, Ed. Why

should I?

I've got a label pasted on my forehead reading crooked cop.

And my friend supplied the glue. Mark couldn't know that Charlotte would take

that brief and... Couldn't know?

You mean the thought never entered his pointy head that if he handed Foster's

loving sister a bomb, she might sling it at the police department? It was pretty

dumb, I admit. Which helps me a lot. Which will help no one.

Not you, nor the courts, nor law enforcement generally.

Heaven knows we've had enough aspersions against us these days.

Bob, since that newscast hit the air, my phone hasn't stopped ringing.

I've already announced there'll be a thorough investigation of the charges.

I want you to head it. Why me?

Wells.

Both men involved are on your staff. Am I investigating the charges and the

murder of Marie Zarley? I don't see how you can investigate one and not the

other.

Agreed. You have a free hand.

With one exception, in the future, all legal opinions will emanate from the

district attorney's office.

Is that thoroughly understood?

It is by me.

Have you a copy of your brief here, Mark? Two.

I wouldn't mind a look at this famous diatribe myself.

Thanks, Benedict.

Look, sir, I already told you that I was stupid, and I'm telling you right now

that I'm sorry.

Now, what more do you want?

Tell you after I've read it.

not. Section 2, take a break.

Since he has not been suspended and will not be, according to the commissioner's

office, and here I quote, until at least a semblance of evidence... Evidence.

I'll give him evidence.

There's nothing in here about anybody manufacturing evidence.

That was Charlotte's conclusion, not Mark's.

Sir?

My apologies.

The apologies are on me for letting Charlotte get a hold of this thing.

Except, I hate to say that in my opinion, your brief is a lot of legal

-dazzle. It has nothing to do with cold facts.

Smile when you say that, bud.

Fact.

Marie was murdered between 8 and 8 .30 p .m. Fact. At 8 .15, a neighbor saw

Foster's car parked in front of her apartment.

Fact. At 8 .35, another neighbor spotted Foster leaving. Sure.

Except the first neighbor was half blind.

And the testimony of the second was subject to attack.

Somebody had showed her Jerry's picture before she picked him out of the lineup.

All right.

What about his prints on the gun? How do you get around that? We could have

handled that gun sometime earlier. Then the killer picked it up and shot Marie

without smudging Foster's prints. Come on, Mark. It's possible, if the killer

wore gloves.

But highly improbable, Mark.

Granted that if you had defended the guy, he might not have been convicted.

But do you really doubt his guilt? Yes, I do.

For the first time. Because of your defense?

Listen, I know I started this because I got too big for my britches.

Figured it was just a classroom game and I was after points.

But then after I talked to Jerry, I don't know.

I just couldn't help but believe in it. With a story like that? Not his story.

Him.

Look, don't you read me, Ed. I mean, it is wild.

It's out of sight.

Everything stacked against him. Even his own words.

But I'd swear he didn't kill that girl.

Ironside.

When?

Yes, of course.

Jerry Foster's escaped.

APB says armed and dangerous.

Approach with care.

What's the penalty for perjuring a guy's life down a drain?

Death.

But don't you approach him that.

He's out to kill you.

Why? You think she framed him.

Then he's stir -crazy. Is that how he impressed you, Mark?

No. What then? The impression that I got is that no matter what happens, Jerry

Faust in his own mind doesn't believe he killed Marie. Or maybe he just can't

admit it to himself.

Couldn't that be the way it is, Chief? The mind has all kinds of protective

devices.

It's a possibility. But if he didn't, the killer's been walking around loose

over four years.

That's also a possibility.

One we can't afford to overlook.

It's a pretty cool trail by now.

Garvey Durko was the only other suspect we had.

It's all in the homicide file there.

So it doesn't check out, huh?

Is that the statement you made a couple of hours ago?

It's full of discrepancies, Darko.

Detective Brown has been getting the lowdown from Marie's neighbors on you.

they said that I'd kill them, or they're nuts! Sit down.

You want a lawyer?

I told you before, I don't need anyone. But you will, because in about ten

seconds, I'm charging you with murder.

Come on.

All right, wait a minute, wait a minute.

All right, I'll level with you. Go ahead, level with us.

Okay, well, Marie and me, we had this thing, all right? Yeah, we had.

And I was infatuated. Do you understand?

I understand.

But the girl was in love with you, wasn't she?

Yeah, I guess so. But then I met Ellie seven weeks ago when we went to work for

her father. Right, and then we got engaged. So naturally you broke up with

Marie. Yeah, well, now that wasn't easy.

But you did.

When?

Tuesday. Speak up.

Tuesday!

This Tuesday?

Four days ago? I said that it wasn't easy!

So you want Detective Brown to tell us the rest of this?

You've been getting it here for Marie's ex -roommate, haven't you?

Okay. That dumb cow.

She's never liked me.

Well, when Marie found out about Ellie, she flipped.

And she threatened to show up at the engagement and create this terrible

Trusting you, Ellie. Your job, the works.

When's the engagement, Father? Today.

So you went there last night, Friday, and you killed her to shut her up,

No! I haven't! I've got an alibi.

According to your statement, you were home alone last night. Well, now, how

about that?

I lied. Why?

Because I was afraid that you were going to go and drag Ellie into this, and

then she was going to find out about Marie and me. You were with Ellie?

On the beach. Why don't you go and ask her?

Ellie backed him up all the way? No loopholes?

Her interrogation is there.

Believe me, officer, I've told you everything I can remember.

Gobby described the same place where you sat.

It was a big rock near the water. It was all painted, like, with initials and

things and names of clubs.

One was the Bayside Bombers, and another was the Oakland Tigers.

One more question.

Did anyone see you?

Well, there were some people on the beach, but I don't know.

Can you describe them? It was just a couple of men fishing.

Oh, there was an old man walking a big dog.

A Doberman Pinscher, I think you call it.

You checked it out, of course. Reese handled that. He covered the beach for

miles around.

Found the man with the Doberman?

No, but he talked to a lot of fishermen who couldn't remember one couple from

another. By then, I'd gotten the stories from the witnesses at the house and the

coffee shop.

The D .A. added that to Foster's prints on the gun and felt he was home free.

Then you or Reef never finished checking out Durko's alibi.

The D .A. was satisfied he had a lock. He went straight to the grand jury.

I was assigned to another case. Fishermen are common.

A Doberman is not. No way.

After four years, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack. Mark, I want the

truth about this more than you do.

At least I found the right rock.

You? I've been wanting a day at the beach, but this is ridiculous.

Well,

we'd better keep looking.

Hey, let me take a breather. I like it here. Ah, you expect the mountain to

to my helmet.

Are the odds against that? A hundred to one.

I'll take those odds.

For how much? I'll make it easy on you. A dime.

You're on.

That's the ten bucks I ever made.

A Doberman, huh? I do hope they never make you a judge at a dog's... All

you can have your ten dollars.

Mark?

Yes?

What does that look like to you?

The key. But why isn't it in her purse or on her key ring?

Sir, here was an extra key for the apartment. It was made for a roommate

lived with Marie for a while. Wouldn't Marie have put it away somewhere?

Well, it doesn't look like from these pictures that she was a very neat

housekeeper.

All right, son.

the beach that night.

I'd like you to note that I'm completely cooperative and that I came here

voluntarily.

You got that, Eve?

Is she going to write down everything I say? Yes, and we must warn you it can be

used against you.

You have the right to remit. Yes, I know. Keep my big mouth shut.

And I don't need any lawyer. I went through all of this jazz the last time.

Is this going to take very long? You may call your wife if you like. Not at all.

She's visiting her aunt over in Oakland.

We finally located the man with the Doberman.

How about that?

Almost every night he walks his dog on the beach after dinner.

You know why we couldn't find him at the time?

No, why? He was out of town.

He always starts his vacation on the 4th of July.

That figures.

In fact, he left Friday noon to beat the holiday traffic.

But we saw him. Not the night of July 3rd you didn't. You lied to us, Turco.

Actually, where were you that night?

Jerry Foster murdered Marie.

Now, he was convicted.

Who said anything about the murder?

Look, I mean, what difference does it make now where I was?

Plenty if you were in Marie's apartment that night.

Look, don't call me. Now, I'm clear. Now, there is a statute of limitations.

on murder, there isn't. And you have no alibi.

Motive? Yes, no alibi.

write everything that I say?

Yes.

Well, then I ain't gonna say no more.

All right, Ed.

Lock him up. Get him a lawyer.

All right, wait a minute. Hang on, hang on. Wait a minute. Give the guy a chance

to think a little bit, will you?

Take all the time you want.

All right. I'm gonna level with you. Where have we heard that before?

I mean it. Look, I'll admit that I was not on the beach that Friday night. Tell

us something we don't know. That's it. I don't know what you guys do know.

I mean, you have ways of finding out about a guy. Yeah, and we'll find out

truth. It'd be better if it came directly from you.

Well, I kept trying to call Marie that night.

But she wouldn't talk to me. Except to say that all she wanted to hear from me

was that I'd given up Ellie.

Or otherwise she was going to show up at the engagement party and create this

terrible scene.

So I had to see her face to face and beg her to lay off me.

So I drove over to her apartment. At what time?

I don't know, 7 .30. Or perhaps it was 8?

Yeah, maybe. I don't know.

I went there and knocked on her door.

She wouldn't open it.

She just talked to me through the peephole.

I said I'd give her anything, money, if she'd just leave me and Ellie alone.

She said only one thing that she wanted, that I'd call it off with Ellie. And

she wouldn't discuss anything else.

So she closed the peephole.

I kept trying to talk to that locked door, but... Nothing, just silence.

It was awful. I mean, if she had just let me in so that we could have talked

face to face. What was stopping you?

A locked door. That was no obstacle.

What do you mean?

I mean, you had a key.

How'd you know about the key, Chief?

I didn't, but it was a reasonable assumption that she might have given him

After he killed her, he left it lying there on the coffee table?

Perhaps. You think we can get a confession out of him now?

That is up to you.

Me? You opened this can of peas, Counselor, now close it.

Cross -examine.

Yes, Your Honor.

Garvey?

I threw it away.

What? The key. I didn't have it anymore. I threw it away. When?

It was that night on the beach with Ellie.

Ellie, please. She's just a girl I knew. That's all.

Who gave you all that stuff about him?

Never mind.

But it's true, isn't it?

Oh, baby.

Hey, you didn't have to go through with it, darling.

What do you mean?

Our engagement party.

Ellie.

Ellie.

I love you.

I love only you. Really, Marie doesn't mean a thing to me.

But you come and go like you live there.

You even have a key.

Who told you that?

Marie's roommate.

Yeah. Honey, I broke up with her weeks ago. I don't remember things about keys.

Look.

Here.

Here, you take the key and you throw it away.

No, come on, come on, take it. No.

All right, look, I'll do it then, okay?

See, honey?

And it's gone.

Marie is gone.

Going on in our lives forever.

That Trevor didn't last very long, did it?

So Ellie knew about Marie.

Why? The first lie about being home alone.

Oh, we were just playing it cute.

Thought the cops would buy the beach story if they had to drag it out of me.

What are you doing, Ellie? Dream that up. Look, don't blame it on her. She did

it for me.

No laughter, Marie wouldn't let me in.

I just drove around for a while, you know, just aimlessly.

And I went back for one more try, and the cops were carrying out Marie's body.

And I really got scared.

So I called Ellie, and that's when we worked out the alibi. And I told her to

just tell it like it was the night on the beach.

Except for the key. Wouldn't you have done the same thing if you had murdered

Marie? I couldn't get in. I threw the key away. You can ask Ellie. She lied

before to save your neck.

I can't help that.

She's all I got now.

The defense rests, Your Honor.

Lock him up, Ed.

Then you can take off.

Come on, Garvey.

Chief Hindsight's office.

Hold on.

Elliot Jerkos at the county jail with a lawyer. He has a writ of habeas corpus.

We'll be right over. Thank you.

If you insist on serving this, Mr. Dolan, we'll probably have to charge

Please, Garvey didn't kill that girl. We might be able to determine that, Mrs.

Turco, if you would answer a few questions.

Mrs. Turco, I... If you'll help clear Garvey. There's evidence to suggest that

your husband was with Marie Zarley the night she was murdered. She'd given him

key. It was found lying there on a coffee table.

Mark, a glass of water, please.

No, no, please, I'm all right.

You knew about the key?

You remember being at the beach with Garvey four days before the murder?

It was the night he told me about Marie and what she threatened to do with us.

He told you that?

And the key?

He threw it away. But lady, he must have gone back and found it because... No.

I just wanted to talk to Marie and beg her to leave Garvey alone, but she

wouldn't listen. She wouldn't even open the door, so I used the key.

And she was so angry and hysterical that she tried to push me out. She had a

gun.

I tried to take it away from her, but it went off.

You really shouldn't say any more, Mrs. Derko.

I've got your girl, Eve.

She had nothing to do with what happened to you, Foster. You leave her alone.

That's up to you, Brown.

You're going to write a full confession about how you framed me and bring it

here. Are you kidding me?

Now, if you value your girlfriend's neck...

That's not important.

Jerry Foster has Eve. He's holding her hostage.

I'll pick you up in five minutes.

Ed, wait for me.

What would you have accomplished going there alone except getting yourself

killed? It's my responsibility. I've got a piece to this, actually. We're all

responsible. Now listen.

What are the way in? Up the fire escape and through a bedroom window. All right,

you take it. We'll try to distract him.

Come in, Brown. The door's unlocked.

Where's Brown? Jerry, just take it easy. You remember me. I spoke to you at the

camp. Now, this is Chief Ironside. If you'd just listen to it. No. You get out

and send Ed Brown here.

If you don't, no, you won't, Jerry.

No more than you killed Marie Zahler. He bad. We know it wasn't you, Jerry.

We know you're not guilty. I don't trust you.

I don't trust any cop.

You framed me once. No one framed you. The witnesses spoke the truth.

You were in Marie's apartment that night.

No. You suffered a terrible shock.

Everything that happened was erased from your mind.

Now, look at the gun in your hand.

I held a gun in your hand that night.

I'll try to remember.

You went there to find out why she was so late.

I didn't want to believe it.

I told myself I was just dreaming.

It was a nightmare.

And when I looked again, she wasn't there.

She...

She was somewhere else, hurrying to meet me.

And then I was back at the shop.

And I knew that my leaving had only been part of the nightmare.

I waited for Marie.

But she never came.

Welcome to the living.

I'll drink to that.

Jerry Foster would love that toast.

Yeah, he's still not in the clear. There's that jailbreak charge against

I'm sure the court will take the time he's already served into consideration.

That's the least he deserves.

Oh, boy, what a mess.

Live and learn.

Well, it's taught me one thing.

Don't ever leave any loose ends.

One of them might turn into a noose. Amen, brother.

I picked up on a little scam myself.

Also. You know that old saying about a little knowledge?

Can be dangerous.

Positively lethal if it gets into the wrong hands.

Talk about your fluky justice.

Justice is blind.

Not always, Eve.

Especially when she gets help from a young lawyer with a new slant and a

effort from a cop who just won't quit.

You'd be surprised how sharp that lady's eye can be.