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How you doing?

Tired, right?

Sleepy?

That's okay.

Just relax.
Go with it.

Close your eyes if you want.

Lay down back there.

It's okay with me.

( siren wailing )

Damn.

You want to see your mommy,
you don't say anything.

( tapping on window )

Just go to sleep.

License and registration,
please.

What do you got back here?

My niece. Heading home
from the circus.

OFFICER:
Sorry.

Somebody looks tired.

Somebody wants to get
home and into bed.

You've got a rear taillight
that's nonfunctional.

I'm going to look
the other way this time,

'cause it appears to me
like you got some

urgent business
in the back seat.

Thank you, Officer.

But I'm gonna need
some assurance

you'll take care of this
first thing tomorrow.

Absolutely.
You have my word, Officer.

All right. Let's
get this little lady

back home and into bed.

She can barely
keep her eyes open.

* *

* *

( child coughing )

( coughing and gagging )

( coughing )

Are you all right?

Do you need anything?

I'll get you some water.

No. I'm all right.

God. I hope you're
not getting sick again.

Not with my mother
coming to visit.

( cartoons playing on TV )

( sighs ): Ham?

Ham. Hmm.

Okay. I know what that means.

That's your "no" voice.

Well, no. It's not "no".

I just don't think my mother
is really a ham person.

More of a veal person.

A fish person, actually.

Fish?

ALLISON: Well, I don't know
what to tell you.

We don't really
have veal kids.

We don't have fish kids.

We have ham kids.

We have
chicken finger kids.

Maybe we could make some fish
and some chicken fingers.

Forget I said that.

I will.

( cartoons playing
indistinctly on TV )

Honey, what are you doing?

I'm building a fort.

It's where I'm gonna sleep
so Grandma can have my bed.

What's the matter?

Couch not good enough
for you anymore?

BRIDGETTE:
This is better.

I don't know.

We may want to have
a nice dinner in there,

-it being the dining room
and all. -Please?

Come on. When's the last time
we used the dining room?

Yay!

( sighs )

Veal... fish...

This week is going to kill me.

( gasps )

Tell me about it.

You can't do that.

Sure, I can. You're
my daughter-in-law.

You're married to my son.

It's not like you're
naked or anything.

Besides,
we need to talk.

No, we don't.
I have to go to work.

I have to take a shower.

And you're dead.
Now, go away!

Relax. Take it
from someone who's

been there before.

Take it from someone

who's seen their life
flash before their eyes.

There's nothing
as important as family.

What are you talking about?

You were a workaholic father
who ignored his son.

You left your wife
for another woman.

And the whole time
you were alive,

you never once
visited your grandchildren.

Yeah? So? It's never
too late to change.

Oh... Out!

Out!

Excuse me?

You all right?

I don't know.

I'll let you know
a week from now.

MAN:
I don't know how familiar

this office is
with Project Defender,

but through the use
of modern DNA examination,

and the implementation

of other cutting-edge
crime assessment tools,

we've been responsible for
the freeing of many prisoners

erroneously sentenced to
long-term incarceration

and, in some cases,
even death.

I'm very familiar
with your work.

What is it that
brings you to Phoenix?

Beginning last year,
the project received

a series of letters
from an inmate

at the Springville
Correctional Institute

claiming
wrongful conviction.

Are you familiar with

a Mr. Owen Butler?
He's currently serving...

A life sentence for the murder
of Clancy Donovan in 1995.

I'm well aware of the case.
I prosecuted it myself.

Now, please don't
misunderstand. We're not

necessarily alleging
prosecutorial misconduct here.

No. Of course not.

You suspect I made
an honest mistake.

On the record, the Mayor's
office would like you

both to know that
he supports the work

of your project, and he's happy
to do anything he can to help.

Please let His Honor
know that we

-appreciate that.
-Well, now that

it's clear
that we're all friends...

I'm all for exonerating

the innocent, but
when it comes to Owen Butler,

I'm afraid you're barking
up the wrong tree.

Are we? Court
transcript shows

you were never able to establish
any real connection

between Mr. Butler
and the victim.

I beg to differ.

Both men in question
were illegal drug users.

It seemed quite clear
to both the judge and the jury

that Mr. Butler broke into that
apartment looking for drugs.

No. I beg to differ.
You had no witnesses

to place him
near the crime scene.

True. But, as I recall,
he couldn't account

for his whereabouts at the time
of the shooting, either.

I mean, it's not as if his alibi
didn't check out.

He simply had none.

The man was so incapacitated
by his drug habit

he had no idea
where he was an hour

before being questioned,

much less at the time
of the shooting.

Be that as it may,

there's still
no forensic evidence

to indicate he was ever
in that apartment--

no fingerprints,
no DNA evidence-- nothing.

Yes, I know.
Nothing except

a .38 caliber slug
that passed through

Mr. Donovan's skull

and embedded itself
in the wall of his apartment--

a .38 caliber slug
that matched the gun

that we found in the trunk
of Butler's car.

True.

It still doesn't
prove he was the one

that pulled
the trigger.

I'm sorry.

I prosecuted this case
almost ten years ago,

and a jury of 12 citizens
found Mr. Butler guilty.

Now, if you've
uncovered some evidence

that shows somehow
we got it wrong,

I'm happy to hear it.

If not, I need
to get on with my day.

Yes. That'll do.

Mr. District Attorney?

They're on
a fishing expedition.

Fine. Then let's
let them fish.

Just so they don't
go to the press

and claim
we're stonewalling.

I mean, as long as you're
completely confident

the case against Butler
is going to hold up,

this shouldn't
be a problem.

You're right.
There is no problem.

Excellent.
And I'll be sure

and share that
with the Mayor.

DEVALOS: Butler lost his job
as a landscaper back in '93,

when he was picked up
for indecent exposure.

Took to petty theft

to finance a worsening
drug habit.

Ended up shooting a man
execution-style

during a bungled robbery.

He's ten years into a life
sentence at Springville.

Sounds pretty
open and shut.

It was. And why they're
choosing to reopen

this particular can of worms
right now is beyond me,

but I need someone
to interface

between their
group and ours,

and I'm a little shorthanded.

Wait a second. It doesn't
sound like something

I'm particularly
well-suited for.

Frankly, it sounds like
something for a lawyer.

I'm confused. Didn't you study
to be a lawyer?

Welcome back
to Phoenix, Ma.

Happy Mother's Day.

Well, happy week leading up
to Mother's Day.

Yes. Well, happy week leading up
to Mother's Day to you, too.

For what it's worth,
you're looking good.

Oh, you're sweet to say that.

Truth is, I had a long winter,

and I didn't get out
as much as I would've liked.

Mother, what are you talking
about? What about the cruise?

Oh, no.
You're right.

You're right.
The cruise was nice.

I mean, if you like
that sort of thing.

You don't like
that sort of thing?

No, no.
I liked it.

It was nice.

You get on a big boat.

-You sail around.
-Right.

You come back to the place
where you started.

I don't know.

In retrospect, I'm not sure
I accomplished all that much.

So, is Ariel

any taller?

Does Marie talk yet?

Has Bridgette learned
to brush her own hair?

You got way too
many questions, Ma.

I'm gonna have to book you
a later return ticket.

BUTLER: I've never seen him
before. Why would I kill him?

DEVALOS: Maybe you knew he kept
drugs in the apartment.

BUTLER:
How would I know that?

DEVALOS: You've never done
business together?

You'd never bought from him?

BUTLER:
No. Never.

DEVALOS: Mr. Butler, you can't

tell me
where you ate lunch today,

but you're certain you've
never seen this man before.

BUTLER: If I could have a taste,
I'd remember a little better.

-Ms. Dubois?
-( gasps )

Sorry.

Gary Craig,
Project Defender.

This is Deborah.
She's a student at ASU,

and one of the interns
down at the project.

Nice to meet you both.

District Attorney Devalos

asked me to sit in
on any interviews,

and to help
in any way I can.

Much appreciated.
The less adversarial

we can make this whole
process, the better.

I have a question,
though.

This man... Have you
looked at his rap sheet?

He's no angel. Are you
sure this is someone

whose innocence
you want to champion?

I'm sorry. I don't
see it that way.

It's not for me to
judge someone's worth.

The question
on the table is,

is he guilty
of the crime

for which he was
tried and convicted?

Our purpose is to serve
as an extra check and balance

to make sure
that the system works

at its most evenhanded
and fair-minded.

These are copies of
all the correspondence

we received from the accused
and his prior counsel.

Thank you.

( buzzer sounds )

( door clanging )

CRAIG:
Mr. Butler.

( Marie crying )

Ew! It smells
like fish in here.

It's salmon.

Marjorie, um...

how much tonic
should I put in your gin?

Oh, just the tiniest
of tiny splashes, darling.

In fact, don't even bother.

What's this?

Napkin.

Sorry, Mom.

I was at the store,

I had it on my list
and everything

You want a chicken finger,
Grandma?

Mmm! Didn't know
chickens had fingers.

Bridgette, Bridgette, thank
you for sharing, but...

let Grandma
eat her own food.

So, Allison, tell me
about your work.

Oh, I don't know,
it's part time.

I work for the
District Attorney.

Sort of a paralegal thing?

Well, there's definitely
some "para..." and I do believe

there's some "legal"
in there, too, so...

Oh, I... I do a lot
of different things.

It must be
quite a balancing act

with the house
and the kids.

I don't know.

It seems to work out
for the most part.

I'm kind of on-call,
so it depends

-what's happening...
-That's so nice.

And I guess
the extra income

comes in handy,
too, hmm?

Maybe you can finally
get some help.

What kind of help,
Grandma?

Oh, you know,
some nice lady

who could straighten up
and make the beds...

make sure
there's napkins.

( chuckles )

Mom...

What?

Would you excuse me?

( indistinct voices )

( sighs )

It's not what you think.

What are you talking about?

She's a witch.
She's a smiling cobra, she's...

Lonely.

Everything else you said, too,
but mostly she's lonely.

She wants to move here.

She wants to live here.

She wants to be the help.

That's what I was trying
to tell you before.

You sure?

Yeah.

This is something
you picked up from her?

No.

Okay, look, I told you
I can't handle that.

I don't know,
it's just... it's...

-I'm sorry.
-I mean, most people

lose their parents
and they lose them.

Okay, let's not focus
on the messenger,

let's just focus
on the message.

( sighs )

( sighs )

Okay, look,
she's my mother.

The thing is,
she's not your mother.

So how do you feel?

Me? I was just hoping
to live through Mother's Day.

Maybe I shouldn't
have said anything.

Maybe I should have
kept it to myself.

I mean, there's nothing to do
until she says something, right?

True.
I mean, who knows?

Maybe my dad's
off base on this.

I mean, if he was so good
at reading my mother,

then how come
they got divorced?

God, it's never boring
around here.

DETECTIVE RICKEY:
My partner and I

had just knocked off.

We were heading out
to a bar to catch a game.

I remember because
Arizona was playing

Gonzaga
for the championship.

Anyway, a uniformed
patrolman responded to

a shots-fired call,
discovered a dead body.

Actually, um... the victim
may have still been alive

when the uniform
arrived on the scene.

I-I don't recall.

We were nearby, so they
had us take the call.

( sportscast on TV)

In any event,

when my partner and I arrived

the uniform showed us the
apartment had been broken in

through a back window.
And at that point anyway,

Mr. Donovan,
the victim, was dead.

Single gunshot wound
to the head.

The bullet was from a weapon

we later found
in Mr. Butler's possession.

And how did you come to
find the gun in Butler's car?

An anonymous caller
phoned it in, I believe.

Said he'd overheard Butler
bragging about the crime.

We got a search warrant,
went to Butler's apartment.

Neighbor said he hadn't
been home for days.

Was that unusual?

Apparently not.

She said he sometimes went
on week-long crack binges.

When we finally
caught up to Butler,

we found the gun
in the trunk of his car.

Forensics matched it with
the bullet that killed Donovan.

It should all be there
in the record.

Detective Rickey,

how thoroughly
did you examine

that apartment
for evidence?

I don't know, I think we were
there a day and a half.

In all that time
you didn't find one fingerprint

belonging to the accused?

I mean...

if the man was there
to steal drugs,

presumably he would've
left some prints

in and around the drugs.

Doesn't that make sense?

He was wearing gloves.

He brought the gun.

He knew what
he was going to do.

Why would he go out of his
way to leave prints for us?

He didn't go
out of his way

to leave fiber evidence
for you either,

according to
your report.

He also left no eyewitnesses
to place him

at the scene
of the crime

and no DNA to prove
he was there.

It's a pretty well
thought-out crime

for a crack-addicted
petty thief,

wouldn't you say?

Thank you for
coming in, Detective.

( sighs )

Next witness, 10:30.

Why don't we take
a few minutes?

Hi, honey, it's me.

I tried to call your mom
on her cell phone

to see how she and Marie
were doing.

Just went straight
to voice mail.

Anyway, I'm on break.

Give me a call.
I love you.

Bye.

Detective...

I thought I might see you here.

Which way to the Project
Pretender fiasco?

Be nice.
Wait a second,

I didn't know you were
a part of all this.

I don't remember seeing
"Detective Lee Scanlon"

on any of the reports.

Well, we're talking
ten years ago.

I was Patrolman Leland Scanlon
if you please.

And I was the responding
uniformed officer

the night Donovan
was murdered.

Oh, my God, I am
so glad to see you.

Why, you tired of making small
talk with the bleeding hearts?

Well, actually, these
people are presenting

a very compelling argument.

The case against Butler
isn't terribly strong.

I hate to see him get out
of jail because of it.

I'd really hate to see
what it would do

to District Attorney
Devalos.

Allison...

trust me, those people
will never get this guy off.

Neighbors heard the gunshot in
Donovan's apartment, called 911.

I got to the door,
no one answered.

The door was locked,

so I forced it open.

I walked into

what I guess you would call
the main room,

- the living room.
-( sportscast playing )

The body was on the floor...

although I was not
immediately certain

that the victim had expired.

There were drugs and
paraphernalia everywhere.

Wasn't for all the blood,
you'd have thought

he got high watching the game
and passed out or something.

Then I looked up.

I saw some guy
on the fire escape.

Couldn't tell you
who he was.

He took off like a bat
out of hell.

I guess he'd been up there
the whole time,

hoping and praying
I wouldn't notice him.

Soon as our eyes
locked, he took off.

CRAIG: And you didn't
give chase?

I felt like the thing to do was
to attempt to revive the victim.

I did mouth-to-mouth and CPR

for, uh, I don't know,
maybe seven, eight minutes.

CRAIG: Anything catch your eye
after that point?

SCANLON: The window showed signs
of forced entry.

I figured we were
looking at, uh...

a possible
robbery attempt.

The truth was, I was in
way over my head.

I realized that the victim

had expired,
there was nothing

for me to do
except call it in,

wait for
the detectives.

You getting all that?

Oh, yeah, I got it.

( soft music playing )

Hey, everybody.
Sorry I'm late.

I didn't know
what everybody wanted,

so I picked up
a couple of pizzas.

Don't worry, Mom.
I got you a salad thing.

JOE:
Hey, babe.

Look what Mom did.

Aha...

She cut up the
vegetables herself.

It's a crabmeat bisque.

( chuckling sigh )

Oh, boy.
What a treat.

This is so nice.

Excuse me a second.

( sighs ):
Wow!

It's clean in here.

( soft music continues )

Oh, my gosh.

Dinner in
the dining room?

Bridge, what happened
to your fort?

Grandma bought a magic bed.

MARJORIE: I picked up one
of those inflatable beds

that plug into the wall.

That way she can
have her bed back,

and you can have your
dining room back.

Oh, my gosh.
Why didn't I think of that?

How...?

When-when did
you do all this?

Well, by the time I

got the baby down for her nap

and the girls and I got
their homework

out of the way,

it just... I don't know.
It just sort of worked out.

I helped Grandma
polish the silver.

And she taught me
how to brush my hair.

MARJORIE:
But at the table, honey.

Is-is it okay?

Is... it's not too hot?

( soft music continues )

It's delicious.

It's the noise, I think.

That's why we take cruises

and walk through the malls

and sleep
with the television on.

It's the noise.

( chuckles gently )

Kids...

husbands...

( chuckles )

You get used to it.

And then one day...

it's gone.

Your daughters...
( chuckles )

are lovely people, you two.

They make a lovely noise.

( sighs ):
Oh, dear.

Someone's had
enough wine... ( chuckles )

( sighs )

Time to sleep in my magic bed.

Night, Ma.

Sleep tight.

( sighs )

ALLISON: Did she actually
say anything to you?

( spits )
Uh, no.

But while she was cooking,
I noticed

she had the newspaper open
to the Real Estate section.

Okay.
I'll ask.

Would it be such
a horrible thing?

Today is not the day

to ask me that.

Well, what do you mean?

( sighs )

I don't think I'm ready
to discuss that yet.

But I strongly suspect that
I will always remember today

as the day
where little Allison discovered

there was no Santa Claus.

'Cause people really aren't
good.

And justice isn't only blind...

it's in a coma.

Okay.

( sighs )

( sportscast plays on TV )

REPORTER:
And Gonzaga is gonna have
to take a time out.

Let's kick it outside to Shelly.

Shelly,
what's going on out there?

SHELLY:
Hey, Bill, it's definitely
a party out here

In front of the arena where fans
have already started to gather

in expectation
of a victory celebration.

That's if their home team can
hold on to its enormous lead.

( metal door rattling,
then thudding )

Thank you for agreeing
to see me without counsel.

( chuckles )

I'm in here forever.

How much worse
can it get?

( clears throat )

On the night in question,
are you absolutely certain

you have no recollection
of where you were?

Where would you like me
to have been?

My public defender
told me...

he said, "Owen,
all we got's the truth.

"And the truth is,
you don't know where you were.

"Make something up,
and they won't even bother

"to prove you shot this guy.

They'll just prove
you're a liar."

Do you like basketball?

What do you mean?

Like what? Playing?

No. I-I mean... watching it.

Do you ever go to
a game, or...?

Maybe TV sometimes.

I-I don't... I don't know.

But you never actually go?

To the arena, I mean?

Oh, yeah. 'Course I do.

I sit up in the skybox
with my pipe.

And I fire that bitch up

and... get so high that
I can dunk from my seat.

What are you burning, lady?

You know how much
it costs to get in there?

I'm sorry, I...

I did work the parking
lot sometimes, though.

You get those happy white boys
with their season tickets

and SUVs at the home games,
tailgating it...

coming in and out
of the stadium...

They'd be happy
to give you a five

or ten dollars just so you won't
get too close to their cars.

The parking lot?

Right outside the stadium?

Yeah, outside.

Course, outside.

Thank you.

ARIEL:
Oh, no, no, Bridge was right.

Other way...

One, two, three, four...

MARJORIE:
Does that mean you get to go...?

( indistinct voices )

Let me ask you a question.

Is it completely hypocritical
of me to be scared to death

of the possibility of your
mother living near us...

while at the same time calling
you at work to say

do you think it would be okay
if I left her

with the kids for a little
while... ( giggles )

while I go and meet
with somebody

in about a half an hour?

Yes, it's completely
hypocritical,

and I think you should do it.

( elevator bell dings )

ALLISON:
Hey.

Hey.

It's 9:30.
I'm missing The Bachelorette.

What's so important it couldn't
hold till tomorrow?

How far would you say
the University of Arizona is

from Clancy Donovan's apartment?
Time-wise, I mean?

40, 45 minutes. More on game
night, I suppose. Why?

I found this videotape.

Arizona vs. Gonzaga.

'95 playoffs, the
night of May 11th.

Okay.

During the broadcast of
the game, around 9:30 p.m.,

they show the crowd
outside the stadium.

Owen Butler is in that crowd.

Lee... he couldn't have been
at Clancy Donovan's apartment.

He couldn't have been
anywhere near there.

Okay. You say so.

I don't know
what to tell you.

I never said I could ID him
on that fire escape.

I mean, it's really the gun
that put him away.

I didn't have anything
to do with that.

The man is innocent, Lee.

Innocent?

Really?

Sorry, "innocent" is the
last thing Owen Butler is.

Did he kill a small-time drug
dealer named Clancy Donovan?

Maybe... maybe not.

But innocent?
I beg to differ.

I know what he is.

I know what he is capable of.

But that's not the
way the system works.

Don't lecture me.

So, you can prove
that Owen Butler

was at some game
on May 11, 1995.

That's cool, Allison.

That's great.

Now do you think you can tell me

where Samantha Robinson might
have been that night?

Whatever was left of her?

What hole he
stuck her in?

What garbage dump?

What meat grinder
he ran her through?

What tree chipper he fed
her four-year-old body into?

Was she
the little girl?

In the back seat
of the car?

You were the cop.

You pulled them over.

You saw her in the back seat.

SCANLON: He said they were
coming home from the circus.

I believed him...

and I wished him a good night.

About an hour and a half later,
she was reported missing.

Her mother had gone upstairs
to check on her.

The window was open.

I didn't know anything
till the next day at roll call.

They passed around
her picture.

I actually measured.

When I was leaning in
his car window,

I was two and a half feet
away from her.

I'm so sorry.

I gave them
the plate number.

Turned out the car was stolen.

We didn't even have
a name on the guy.

They put me
with a sketch artist.

The whole state was on alert
for days... but...

Visited her folks
a couple of times.

Did what I could to keep
the case alive.

But I was a patrolman,
a beat cop.

A year went by, 18 months.

Never found the girl.
Never found the body.

Then one day, I'm walking by
this Laundromat...

He was trying to jimmy open
a change machine

with a screwdriver.

And I thought...

"Don't blow this.

"Don't blow this hauling him
in for petty theft.

He'll just get out in two days,
and you'll never see him again."

And I started

following him around.

Learning everything about him.

Waiting for him
to do something.

Anything.

Then, one day...

I answered a shots-fired call.

Guy had blown his own head off.

I was the first one there.

It was a gift.
It was Providence.

So, you put the gun in his car.

Then you made an anonymous tip,
to be sure they'd find it.

And I'd do it again.

And you know what?

So would you.

Yeah.

You're not the only mind reader
in the room.

So, do whatever you have to do
with your tape.

Do what you can live with.

Me?

I'm sleeping just fine.

( sighs )

( TV playing softly )

Place looks
decent enough.

No thanks
to you, I'm sure.

I can't do
this right now.

Well, you're going
to have to deal

with it soon.

You've botched
this thing so badly.

She actually thinks
that you need her here.

Excuse me?

Why? What'd you do?

I don't smell anything.

No, I mean...
what have I botched?

Well, let's start
with everything.

The whole reason that I
gave you that heads-up

was so that you could nip
this thing in the bud.

Make it clear to her
that her future

it, it's not here,
picking up after you.

It's back home
in Grosse Pointe.

That's where she belongs.

Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're the one who
told me that she was lonely.

And she is.

But that's because she
hasn't met that clown yet.

Wait a second. What clown?

Merle.

He is this guy
at the club.

Widower.

Loaded.

Got a terrific backhand.

I'm sorry. I'm lost.

Who is this guy?
Is he a friend of yours?

Or Marjorie's...?

I told you.

He's just a guy.

He's had his eye on
her for a while.

She hasn't figured it
out yet... she will.

Look, deep
down I'm not

all that crazy about him.

He's got some ideas about
things I just...

don't agree with.

But...

he's going to make her feel
really great about herself...

for a while,

and she deserves that.

And that's something that you
can see from where you are?

There's not much
that you can't see.

( Marjorie sighs )
Allison?

Oh, did you just get back?

( sighs )

Who you talking to?

Nobody. Just the TV.

Are you hungry?

I could heat
something up.

Oh, God, I
was such an ass.

No, I'm okay.

Well, then I'm going to bed.

Night.

Night, Mom.

Night, Mom.

Night, honey.

Whatcha lookin' at
in the dark?

Oh, uh...

( clearing throat )
nothing.

He said he knew
I'd do the same thing

if I was in his position.

And...?

And I think he's right.

It's just, I'm not
in his position.

So what are you going to do?

I already did it.

I left the tape
on Devalos's desk.

Wait. I don't get it.

I just left it there.

No note.

No explanation.

I figured he doesn't need
to know where it came from.

As far as he's concerned,
it just arrived there.

Anonymously.

It'll exonerate Butler,
but I won't implicate Scanlon.

Putting Butler out on
the street is tragedy enough.

Hurting a good man
who did a bad thing

for reasons I
completely understand...

I don't think I can
be a part of that.

( whispers ):
Yeah.

( wind whistling )

( shoveling dirt )

( child coughing and gagging )

We went through his W-2s,
saw that he worked here.

You're sure you remember him?

Oh, yeah, I
remember him.

Must've been
about, uh... ten years ago.

We were in the middle
of re-sodding.

He wasn't a bad
worker at first,

but then he started
showing up late,

wired on God knows what.

Had to let him go eventually.

What is she doing, anyway?

She's right here.

Samantha's right here.

I'm grateful for Project
Defender for believing in me.

It's been a very long road.

So now, I just really want
to get my old life back.

Any y'all need a landscaper,
you know who to call.

( scattered applause )

Quite a day.
Quite a story.

Um, I'd like to express my
gratitude to District Attorney

Devalos for his
cooperation

and his extraordinary
courage in coming forward

with the new evidence
which exonerated

my client, despite the
fact that he was the lead

prosecutor who tried
and convicted him

in the first place.

( applause )

Thank you.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Congratulations, man,
I'm so happy for you.

I appreciate that.

Congratulations
on your exoneration.

Thank you for
your kind words.

You're totally welcome.

You're under arrest for the
murder of Samantha Robinson.

( crowd murmuring )

JOE:
Look at the gene pool.

Oh, I almost
forgot something.

I'll take her now.

I almost forgot.

Oh, my gosh.

What's this?

Happy Mother's Day, Mom.

Oh...

Girls, look at
this big box.

What's that?

What is this?

Oh, my God.

It's a tennis racket.

Wow. Do you even
play tennis?

Oh, yeah.

I mean,
I haven't played

since before
I met your dad,

but I used to be
pretty good, actually.

Thank you, darling.

My goodness,
this is so different

than the kind
I used to use.

What made you think of that?

Are there any
courts near you?

Oh, yeah,
at the club.

You know, indoor, outdoor,
they've got it all.

But frankly...

( Ariel laughing )

Frankly, I haven't

been there in a while
because you feel so conspicuous

being there
by yourself, you know.

Well, they
must have

some sort
of round robin program,

something where they
partner you up with people.

Oh, sure,
I'll bet they do.

Hey, come on,
let's see your serve.

No, no, my serve...

-Oh, yeah, yeah!
-Yeah, yeah!

That's the one thing, really.

-Come on. -I'm not actually
a very good server.

Here, how about like this?

That's not your serve.

Just take the picture, or I'll
show you my backhand! ( gasps )

( girls giggling )

All right, girls,

go get Grandma's bags.

We're going to the airport

right after brunch.

Thanks, Mom.

Okay, now
the coast is clear,

um, what is it
you want to talk about?

Don't you ever miss the snow?

Excuse me?

When are you coming
to Grosse Pointe?

I want some of this
noise around my house,

and I want some company
when I go to the mall.

I want to teach
my granddaughters

how to play tennis.

JOE:
Okay.

Wait a second.

What?

I don't know. You... been poring
over the real estate section,

talking about how hard
the winter was,

how you miss
having people around.

I-I got this idea in my head
that you might want to...

What?

Live out here?

Well, you're actually
very perceptive.

Okay. I flirted with
the idea in my mind.

I don't think
Allison suspects,

but the thing
is, darling--

and don't be
offended-- but...

I like being Grandma,

but not all the time.
Not yet.

And I really like
being a visitor--

at least for now.

Are you sure?

Your feelings aren't hurt?

Girls, girls.

Come on.

It's okay.

Excellent service

at the Hotel Dubois.

Okay, everybody
to the car!

ARIEL: Do you really
have to go, Grandma?

BRIDGETTE:
Can't you stay here with us

and sleep on the magic
bed forever and ever?

MARJORIE:
Grandma has things to do.

I've got to get home
and get my house ready

for when you folks
come visit me.

( door shuts )

I got it!

Ah, you did okay.

I'm coming!