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Moving Forward.

(sighs)

Do you know it's
not even 6:00?

Sorry. I couldn't sleep.

This whole meeting at the bank

about the home equity loan
has got me all wound up.

I just wanted to make sure
I had everything in order.

Yeah. It's got me
a little crazy, too.

I just had a dream about
Larry Watt saving our home

from an evil banker.

Larry Watt?

The callous and unprincipled
defense attorney?

I thought you hated Larry Watt.

Well, I don't
hate him. Not him.

Just everything
that he stands for.

Ask me who the
evil banker was.

District Attorney
Van Dyke.

Wow. That really was
a nightmare.

So, if Larry Watt was the hero,
and Van Dyke was the villain,

what role did I play?

Well, you were strangely absent.

Hmm. I guess that's what I get

for leaving you
in bed by yourself.

You got an e-mail.

Oh. Great.

Whoever it is,
whatever they're selling--

we can't afford it.

(keyboard keys clicking)

Hey.

It's Devalos.
He's back.

He's going
to open his own practice.

He thinks he might
have some work for me.

ARIEL:
You look nice.

Thank you.

Job interview?

No. A thing
at the bank.

Just trying to borrow some
money against the house.

Just till we can
figure out what's next.

I don't know
if you've noticed,

but I haven't really
asked you or Mom

for my allowance
in a while.

No. We appreciate that,
and I know... I know

you've been using your-your
baby-sitting money

for school lunch.

And it's fine.
Sweetie, just
as soon as we...

No. I know.

It's just that... there's
this store at the mall.

It's a makeup store,

and a bunch of us were going
to go over after school today.

And then I realized

that I don't have money for
the bus or to buy anything.

And I was just wondering...

How much money are
we talking about?

Well, they have
these cases

with brushes and makeup
and everything,

and it would be
about $30.

You need money today?

Now?

Ariel, I...

Sweetie, if I had
$30 to give you...

How much is the bus?

It's-It's two
dollars each way?

Never mind, Dad.

No, sweetie. Hold on.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Dad, it's okay.

Here's four dollars.
Here's four dollars.

Ariel. Ariel, honey!

I'll see you tonight.

No, no, no, no.

This won't do.

What won't do?

We have a problem.

You're better
dressed than I am.

If you don't open that door,
I'm going to kick it down.

You've been warned.

Hey, stranger.

DEVALOS:
There is nothing more

I would love
in this world

than to have you
come work for me,

but at the moment,
I don't have any clients,

much less any work.

No. What I meant in my
e-mail was, a, um...

(clears throat)

...colleague of mine
was asking about you.

Wanted to know
if I would make an
introduction for him.

A defense attorney?

I've never worked
for a defense attorney.

Interesting case.

Man's accused of
killing his wife.

Well, what do you think?

Do you think he did it?

I have no idea.

Does it matter?

It pays
American money.

JOE:
The guy at the bank didn't
seem

to think there'd
be a problem.

It's just a question of pushing
the paperwork through.

He thought we'd have a check
in a week, week and a half.

Well, this must
be our lucky day,

'cause this meeting,
or this job interview--

which is I guess
what it is--

shouldn't take me more
than a couple of hours.

I should be
done by 9:00.

Wish me luck.

Luck.

Girls?

Come on!

Dinner's on
the table.

Don't give your
daddy a hard time.

Oh, make sure that
Marie uses her napkin.

Don't be afraid to
ask Ariel for help.

(sighs)

Ariel?

(sighs)

(whistles)

Dad, don't you knock?

I did knock.

Yeah, well, you're supposed
to wait until I say come in.

I would have, but then
there's this whole issue

of life expectancy
to deal with.

Besides, dinner's
on the table.

Your mom went
off to a meeting.

I could use your
help with Marie.

What's this?

Uh, I told you,
we were going to the mall.

We went to that store,

and I bought that case
I was telling you about.

Do you mind if I ask,
uh, how did you do that?

What do you mean?

I just bought it.

Don't worry.
I used my own money.

Uh, but this morning,
you made it sound

like you didn't
have any money.

Yeah. Well...

turns out I did.

Who wants
dinner?

(elevator bell dings)

Hello!

Hello?

Hello!

Hello?

Is anybody here?

MAN:
In here.

(sighs)

Larry Watt for the defense.

It's okay,
Mrs. Dubois.

I'm not going
to bite.

It's been a long time.

I recognized
your pitchfork.

(laughs)

Okay, I'm confused.

Was it you who
wanted to see me?

These aren't your offices.

Yeah, well, don't be
angry with Manuel.

If I had asked you
to come to my offices,

would you have taken
the meeting?

Yeah.

No. My client, John Edgemont,
uses this firm

for his corporate
and civil matters.

Oh, I see.

But whenever he's accused of
killing his wife, he hires you.

(laughs)

Allison, I know
you're in a tight spot.

And I also know, more than most,

just how effective you can be
in a trial situation.

I'm prepared to offer you
a lot of money to assist me.

Assist you with what?

My client's on trial for murder.

Okay.

Did he do it?

I don't believe he did, no.

How can you be so sure?

Because
you'll meet him,

and you'll tell me,
or maybe you won't.

Maybe you'll be just
like the rest of us

and help mount a great defense

because you're being paid
to do it.

Think it over,
but think quickly.

Bank opens at 8:00.

Jury selection begins at 9:00.

You know, he was kind of nice

in an oily,
Larry Watt kind of way.

Ah, that's the sound
of the money talking.

What, you don't like the sound
of the money talking?

I love the sound of
the money talking.
Hmm.

I just hope that
you're going to be okay

with everything you
have to do to earn it.

(clears throat)

How much money do you think
Ariel makes baby-sitting?

I don't know. Why?

Well, she went
to the mall today

and spent, like, $30
at this makeup store.

And when I asked her
about it, she insisted

that she did it with
her own money.

Okay.

If that's what she told you,
what's the problem?

I don't know.

There probably
is no problem.

I mean I know this
whole intuition thing

is more your neck of
the woods than mine,

but I just got
this feeling.

Dad, can you pull over
and let me off here?

What are you
talking about?

The school's
a block away.

I-I want to walk.
Please.

Okay.

Thanks.

Can I help you?

My name's Allison
Dubois.

Uh, Larry Watt
is expecting me.

One moment.

Mrs. Dubois?

Attorney Watt

wanted me to ask you
to please meet him

in the Conference Room.

John, I'm just
trying to help you.
No.

You're trying
to stage manage an event

that does not need
to be stage managed.

I did not kill
my wife...

therefore these courtroom
theatrics are unnecessary.

Uh, they,
they just

told me to come straight
in here.

If this is a bad time...

No, no, no, no, no.

This, this is
a perfect time.

Allison Dubois,
John Edgemont.

John, this is the woman
I told you about.

Used to work for
the District Attorney.

Yes. I'm very aware
of who Mrs. Dubois is.

I think she's going
to prove to be very
useful to us,

particularly this morning
with jury selection.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

You shook
his hand.

Tell me what you feel.
Tell me what you see.

(sighs)

Nothing.

I don't see anything.
I don't feel anything.

Precisely!
Wait!

Wait. I'm confused.

What's going on?

Apparently Mr. Watt must think

that by shaking your hand
I'm able

to tell
whether you're...

If I'm a man who could
kill his wife?

So?

What's the verdict?

There is no verdict.

Doesn't work
that way ever.

At least it didn't today.

So you have no opinion
about me?

You seem like a nice man.

I have trouble imagining you
hurting anyone.

I appreciate that.

Mind if I ask your
opinion about something?

No, of course not.

My, uh...

my daughters, Myra and Chloe,

they're sitting in the,
in the waiting area...

I think I passed them

on the way in.

My attorney

believes that
it would be helpful

if they were both present
in the courtroom

during jury selection.
Do you?

Don't be naive, John.

We're picking jurors.

These are the people who are
going to decide your fate.

We need to paint a picture
for them of who you are.

Me, personally?

I already like you better

when I see
that you have children.

That the children
are in your life.

That they're in the courtroom
sitting there with you.

Look, it goes
without saying,

the District Attorney is going
to do whatever it takes

to win that jury over.

But I could certainly
understand as a parent

why you wouldn't want your
children to hear the things

that are going to be said
in that courtroom.

I'm not worried
about my oldest.

Myra's 18.

I just...

Chloe is a few years younger,
and frankly...

she's what people politely
call "mentally challenged."

Now, I'm, I'm,
I'm not even sure

that she'll understand
what's going on.

And I'm afraid

in the courtroom,
with the judge, and the lawyers,

and all the loud talking...

that, that she could
become frightened.

She, she can be very excitable.

We're fighting for
your life here, John.

It is my job to encourage you

to use every weapon
at your disposal.

Yeah, well...

my children
aren't weapons.

I think I'm going to ask
Myra to take Chloe home.

Now.

I'll be right back.

(Allison sighs)

I was scared to death
that I was going to meet him

and something was going
to scream out "Murderer!"

But it was
the complete opposite.

What is so amusing?

Nothing. I just
think it's funny

that you not only
want to get paid,

but you want to be on
the side of right as well.

Oh, doesn't everybody?

Well, honestly not
everyone has that luxury.

Well, right now I do.

So please, stop raining
on my parade.

Yes, ma'am.

All rain will hereby
promptly cease and desist.

It better.
Uh-huh.

(laughing)

Are you laughing?
Uh-uh.

(brakes squeaking)

(glass shattering)

(panting)

(gasps)

(sighs)

I'm just saying let's keep
things in perspective,

that's all.
By "keeping it in perspective,"

you really mean
"don't bite the hand

that's paying our bills",
don't you?

What do you
want me to say?

As little as possible.

Look, when I worked
at Aerodytech,

I did a lot of things
that I didn't want to do,

but that was the job

and they were paying me
a salary to get it done.

I did those things
because I needed the money.

Because we needed
the money.

He is a murderer!

He murdered his wife
in cold blood.

You think.
I know.

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

'Cause last night you "knew"
that he was innocent.

No, but you're right,
you're right.

All right, let's...

you know, we'll give
Larry Watt back his money.

We'll live differently.

We'll sell the house,
we'll move to a commune.

Eat only
what we grow.

We'll homeschool
the kids.
I didn't say
I was quitting.

I didn't say I was
giving the money back.

I just said...

that this changes it for me.

Yesterday it felt good.

But I guess feeling good is
not a perk I get this time.

I'm going to drive the kids
to school.

I'll see you
this afternoon.

See you this afternoon.

Hey, uh,

I'm Ariel Dubois'
father.

I was wondering if I could
talk to you for a second.

WATT:
You're late!

Not a terribly auspicious
start, Mrs. Dubois.

I'm really sorry.

I should have been here
in plenty of time.

I forgot that I didn't have
my official ID anymore

and that they took away
my permanent parking space.

They made me go up
to the third...

The judge took ill,
there's no court today.

I don't know why,
but somehow I expected

you would have known that
before anyone else.

Uh-huh.

Anyway,

my boy had an epiphany
last night.

He wants to testify
in his own defense.

I told him I thought
it was ill-advised.

Of course, that only
hardened his resolve.

I thought we'd have
a little rehearsal,

a little, uh, mock trial
this afternoon.

Uh, Attorney Watt,

I have to talk to you
about John Edgemont.

No, actually.
No. You don't.

You're not the only one

with good instincts
around here, Mrs. Dubois.

I have a hunch that you're going
to tell me something

about my client,
something about our client

that I don't need to hear.

Well, I think you do.

I had a dream about him
last night.

Oh, I'm sure
you did.

But whatever you dreamt
doesn't change the fact

that there's a man
accused of murder

who needs someone
to mount his defense.

And speaking for myself only,
I'd like to be that someone.

The pay is good
and the work is interesting.

And if you'd like to be
that someone, too,

you change the subject
and change it quickly

because whatever you think
about me

you should know that I'm not
keen on suborning perjury.

Now, John Edgemont

wants to tell his side
of the story to that jury

and you know as well as I do

that I can't put him on the
stand if I know he's guilty.

(sighing)

Good.

I'm glad we see
eye-to-eye on this.

We'll reconvene at 2:00.

You might want to show up
around 1:45.

Parking can be tricky
at that building.

So you admit

that you and your
wife fought

on the night
of her death.

Yes, we had an argument.

What about?

The children.

My children.

Um...

Myra's a, a freshman
at college and she's taken

to coming and going
as she pleases.

Stacey thought we should
lay down some ground rules

about her hours.

Or insist that
she move to campus.

Stay in a dorm.

And you disagreed?

I like having my children
with me at home.

I just...

I like it.

And is Myra
the only thing

that you two disagreed
about that night?

No.

No, we also had
a conversation about Chloe.

What about Chloe?

She requires a lot of
attention, doesn't she?

Yes, Chloe requires
constant supervision.

We have nurses,
but it's, it's, uh...

it's always difficult
to have... a child

with special needs
at home.

Um...

Stacey didn't have a lot
of patience.

She felt that we should
put Chloe in a facility.

In an institution?
That's right.

And again, you...
you didn't agree.

I was fairly adamant that both
my children should live at home.

WATT:
W-Wait a second.

Let's talk about this word
"adamant."

It conjures up all
sorts of images.

It makes you sound intractable.

Let me make
something clear here.

No one is asking you to lie.

But it would be very
helpful to our cause

if somehow this jury
was made to believe

that the idea
of sending Chloe away

was something you might have
reluctantly considered.

MYRA:
But it's just not true.

My father would never
put Chloe in an institution.

We're a family.

She belongs at home with us.

I know that,
Ms. Edgemont,

and I admire it.

But without lying about
any of the material facts

of this case, we have

to paint a picture
for the jury

on who your father is.

We want it to be impossible
for them to imagine

that he's done this
horrible thing.

We're fighting for
your father's life here.

She understands.

We both understand.

I'll, um...

I'll try to avoid
using the word "adamant."

All right, fine.

All right, so...

that's a lot of stress
on a new marriage, isn't it?
Yes.

That night, you fought.

Yes, we did.

And you claim
that your wife

went out for a drive
to clear her head.

That's what she did.

And you didn't worry when
she failed to return home?

Of course I worried.

And the longer she was
gone, the more I worried.

I couldn't raise her
on the cell phone,

we just had an argument.

I mean, I guess

I was hoping she
was cooling down.

I guess I was hoping
she'd call me.

And finally,

just before 4:00,
I called the police.

(crashing)

It's done.

Okay. Good.

Really? I'm not so sure.

Dad, you know what
would've happened

if you told them
the truth.

They would've
taken Chloe away.

To an institution.

Or worse, prison.

It's not like
we had a choice.

Now, you promised
Mother.

You promised you would
never send Chloe away.

I know.

I know I did.

But Myra,

this isn't the first time
she's hurt someone.

But Dad, you know
it isn't intentional.

She isn't capable.

She just gets
frustrated.

She doesn't know
her own strength.

I know.

I know that.

Stacey wasn't
the best stepmother.

And she wasn't the best wife.

But she didn't deserve
to die like that.

Nobody does.

WATT:
For the last time,
Mr. Edgemont,

did you or did you
not kill your wife?

No. I did not.

BRIDGETTE:
Look, Dad, Mom's home
from work exactly

when we got home from school.

Hi.

Hi, Mom, how was your day?

Mine was good.

We had sloppy joes for lunch.

I never actually had
a sloppy joe before.

Except I really
like them.

This kid named Brett
told me the sandwich

was actually made
out of the guts

of some guy named Joe
who's really sloppy.

But I don't believe that.
Do you believe that, Mom?

BOTH:
I really need to speak with you.

ALLISON:
You first.

No, you first.

It turns out that
John Edgemont is not guilty.

Not? Excellent. You sure?

Did you discover this
before you gave back the money?

Answer the second
question first.

Okay, I told you I was not
giving the money back.

I told you I was not quitting.

Okay, calm down.

Boy, you seem awfully upset
for somebody

who just eight hours ago
was worried

they might be toiling
away for someone

who committed
a horrible crime.

He's covering for his daughter.

His daughter killed his wife?

There's something
wrong with her.

She's got brain
damage of some sort.

I only saw her once, briefly.

She seemed sweet.

Apparently, she's got
a real a temper.

What are you going to do?

The district attorney is
pushing for the death penalty.

I feel like I have
to tell somebody.

Maybe Watt, maybe
the district attorney.

And then I think,
"No, I can't do that.

This man is choosing
to do this."

He's not being framed.

He's not being coerced.

This is a father trying
to protect his daughter.

Now, what was your thing?

Oh, no, that's not fair.

I can't possibly
follow your dilemma.

What are you talking about?

You've got this,
like, seven course meal

of a moral quandary going on,
I've got this little

fast food burger of a problem.
It's okay, it'll wait.

Joe.

I know how Ariel
is getting her money.

I thought we already
had this conversation.

Yes, we did, but then I took her
to school yesterday

and she's hanging around
with these older kids.

You know, and your imagination
just starts to go crazy.

Then I realized I just had
to be forthright about it.

I mean, I had to do something.

What are you talking
about "do something"?

I don't know,
just grab the bull by the horns.

Anyway, I saw the older girl
that Ariel was talking to

the other day, and then I just
figured, "What the hell?"

And then you...?

Nothing. I didn't do anything.

Hey, you should see
the look on your face.

Well, you must have
done something.

Nothing. I give you my word.

I didn't do anything.

I just went up, I started
talking to this girl.

Oh, no.
Oh, yes, how else do you think

that I could figure out how
Ariel was getting her money?

You can't do that.

You can't go behind her
back and talk to her friends.

It wasn't behind her back.

It was in broad daylight

in front of a whole
bunch of people.

She just didn't happen
to be one of them.

This is terrible.

You haven't even heard...

Okay, fine. Tell me.

She's doing readings.

Just this one girl,
far as I can tell.

And she seemed pretty impressed
with whatever Ariel

was telling her, which is
probably a pretty good thing

considering she charged her $50.

(groans)

I guess with all the attention
that you got

in the press last year,
it's just a matter of time

before somebody sought her out.

I can't deal with
this right now.

You don't have
to deal with it.

I'll deal with it.

Well, you definitely
can't deal with it.

The minute that she finds out
how you got this information,
(phone ringing)

everything you say is just
going to fall on deaf ears.

Oh, yeah? How is it that
you know this and I don't.

Well, I don't know, Joe.

How is it I know
this and you don't?

(ringing continues)

Hello?

WATT (on phone):
You know, I don't get that.

Excuse me?

I don't get that either.

You can't tell
who's on the phone,

you leave your bag behind
after a meeting,

and you call yourself
a big time psychic?

Mr. Watt.

Ooh, maybe I spoke too soon.

So what do you want me
to do with this bag?

There's not much here,
just a pad and some pens.

You want me to hold onto it
until tomorrow?

Where are you?

I'm at the coffee shop

across the street
from where we were, why?

Thanks for waiting.

So what is it?

What is what?

(chuckles)

You didn't come all the way here
to get back a pad and some pens.

You're dying
to tell me something.

Just remember our agreement.

I don't want
to know if it has...

No, it's not that.

On the contrary.

Now, I'm certain
he didn't do it.

So ask me who did.

Do I care?

It's Chloe.

His youngest.

And Edgemont knows.

Well, that's not the
reaction I was expecting.

What do you mean?

Why am I not surprised?

About six years ago I got a call
from Edgemont's civil attorneys

that my office needed
to write up a, uh...

a waiver of liability.

A live-in nurse that John
and his first wife employed

was attacked in her bed
in the middle of the night.

Sound asleep, someone starts

beating the crap out of
her with a baseball bat.

Couple of broken ribs,

contusions to the face...

A hundred thousand dollars
and that waiver later...

the problem just... disappeared.

Chloe?

So what do we do now?
What do you mean?

This doesn't change anything.

Our client is still innocent.

And we have to continue
to defend him.

But isn't the best
way to defend him,

to prove to the court
who really did it?

Well, that's one strategy.

But I'm fairly certain
it's a strategy

to which our clients
would take exception.

Listen, let's...
let's get out of here, you know?

We have to finish
picking a jury tomorrow.

I can't do that.

Can't do what?

I can't be a party to this.

Look, I know you think what
he's doing is honorable,

but she is obviously dangerous.

She needs help.

And she's not going to get
it as long as everyone

is convinced that her
father is the guilty party.

We have to tell someone.

Tell them what?

I mean no disrespect.

Where did you get this?

A fortune cookie?
Burning bush?

I'm not the D.A.

I'm a gun for hire.

And John Edgemont didn't hire me
to turn his daughter in.

Yeah, well, I'm a gun
for hire, too,

and I didn't sign on for this.

Look, don't be foolish.

The guy is paying
you good money.

And he is innocent.

This is as close as you get
to a straight flush

in the defense attorney
business.

Listen, I don't want to
have to go back to my client

and explain to him why one day
you're on the team

and the next day you're off.

Please, let's just

get through this trial.

And then after our client
is declared innocent,

you want to be a Girl Scout
and go tell someone

about his daughter, go ahead.

But for now, take his money
and pay your bills.

Go buy yourself something.

Buy your kids something.

I mean, isn't that really
what this is all about?

Taking care of your kids?

'Cause that's all
I'm trying to do.

And that's all you're
trying to do.

Hell, that's all
he's trying to do.

(TV plays quietly)

(door closes)

(quiet laugh)

Mmm.

(whispers):
You smell
like shampoo.

(whispers):
I'm sorry.

Thank you for
feeding everybody

and bathing
everybody.

They're my kids,
too, you know.

Well, I know that.

(sighs)

Did you talk to Ariel?

You asked me not to.

Do you have any idea
what you're going to say to her?

Well, actually, Larry
Watt gave me an idea.

And it's $50.

Take it.

What's it for?

(sighs)

It's for your
friend, Marcy.

I want you to give her
her money back.

Daddy told you?

Mm-hmm.

But I don't get it.

Why are you giving this to me?

Because I can.

Because I want you to put
that genie back in the bottle.

Because I
don't want you

going through high school
with everyone remembering you

for things that, frankly,
if I was given a choice,

I'm not sure
I would wish on you.

There is so much more
to you than that.

I can't bear the thought
of you taking a math test,

and everyone thinking that
you had an unfair advantage.

Or some boy wanting to
ask you out, but hesitating

because he's sure
that you already know.

And for people clamoring
for your attention

for all the wrong reasons.

Not because they
want to know you,

but because they want to know
what they think you know.

Can I tell you a secret?

It wasn't even my idea.

She came up to me at school
and started asking about you.

Said she'd pay anything
to know her future.

What college she'd
end up going to.

What the name of the man
she was going to marry would be.

And I wanted
that makeup case so bad.

(laughs)

I just started writing
down anything that...

came to my mind,
and then I told it to her.

I have no idea
if I'm right about any of it.

Neither will she.

Not for years.

Oh, my girl. Trust me.

Trust me.

You have to give
that money back.

It might hurt a
little bit at first,

but then, after that...

Mommy, what's this?

Oh.

Hmm.

Oh, I completely forgot

about this.

Oh, I think it's supposed
to be some kind of fairy.

But I don't know what it
means or why I drew it.

Is it a magic fairy?

Whoa.

You know, I don't know
what kind of fairy she is.

(quietly):
Oh, wait, wait.

Oh, she's a sleepy-time fairy.

And she's saying that
all the little girls

who sneak around

and go through their mama's
things have to go to bed now.

I heard voices,
fighting.

Sweetie, what
are you doing awake?

You should be asleep.

This is Stacey's room.

She doesn't like
us in here.

Don't worry, sweetie.

Stacey's gone.

Gone?
Yes.

Gone forever.

Can you keep a secret?

Stacey wanted to send you away.

To a hospital.

She wanted us both to leave.

She wanted Daddy all to herself.

Don't want to go to hospital.

Oh, sweetie,
I know that.

I know that, and you know
I could never let that happen.

I wouldn't let her
send you away,

so I made her leave

to protect you.

But then I started
to get scared.

I got scared
that Daddy might be upset.

What if Daddy got mad at me
because Stacey had left?

Daddy loves Stacey.

Daddy loves Stacey.

And Daddy loves Chloe.

In fact,

he never gets
mad at Chloe,

so I told him you did it.

Me?

Yes.

Just like that other time
with the bad nurse

who kept telling on you and me?

Remember we told Daddy
that you hit her?

This is just
like that.

And now everything's going
to be fine.

You can keep my secret for me,
can't you, baby?

And you'll never tell
Daddy the truth?

Even if he asks?

No, I won't.

He'll be so mad at me.

I won't tell, I won't!

Oh, I love you so much.

I used the fairy.

Do you want to touch it?

Feel what it
felt like?

Go on.

Put your
hands on it.

You're not going
to hurt anything.

(gasps)

Oh!

Wait.

JOE:
Oh! Oh! Oh.

(numbers sounding on phone)

I have to call Larry Watt.

Oh, it's going right
to voicemail.

Oh, it's-it's barely 7:00.

His cell phone
probably isn't even on yet.

(TV plays in the background)

He's still not picking up.

Hey, Mom, can we have
sloppy joes

for breakfast some time?

Sure, babe.

JOE:
Allison, put
the phone down.

The man obviously
isn't at work yet.

No. I'll feed the kids.

You go get ready for court.

WOMAN (on TV):
This was the scene
just before dawn

at the Mariposa County
Courthouse,

where accused killer
John Edgemont

confessed and surrendered
to the District Attorney

in the bludgeoning death
of his wife, Stacey.

Oh, my God.
Tell Mommy
you want sloppy Joes.

Edgemont pled guilty
to second degree manslaughter

with conspiracy after the fact.

Kids, shh!

Edgemont, in a sudden,
early morning confession,

admitted that he struck his wife

with a small sculpture
during an argument,

then attempted
to mislead authorities

by staging a car accident

to cover up the crime.

Even as we speak,
the judge in the case

is meeting with the attorneys
from both sides

to determine sentencing...

This is terrible.
He thinks it's Chloe.

He thinks he's protecting
someone who needs protecting.

I have to get down there.

WATT:
The other thing to
remember here is,

it's not over
till it's over...

(whispering)

(laughs)

I'll tell you,
Mrs. Dubois.

This arriving

after everything
has happened is
not a good thing

for your reputation
as a psychic.

I woke up.

I saw it... on the television.

Why?

Beats me.

I got a call at
3:00 in the morning.

He wanted to confess,
wanted to turn himself in.

There was no
changing his mind.

There was no talking
to him about it.

MYRA:
No one's

more shocked
by all this than I am.

WATT:
Ah.

Well, I'm going
to head home and
grab a shower.

If you need
anything.

I'm fine.

Ah.

Mrs. Dubois.

I know my father would
want me to thank you

for all that you did
on his behalf.

I know he didn't do it.

Mr. Watt told me.

Oh, he loves my sister.

Maybe too much.

Why 3:00 in the morning?

Why the sudden urgency?

I don't know.

I mentioned to him
about your drawing.

The fairy?

I saw when
it came to you

in that
lawyer's office.

I think he was concerned

that it was only a matter
of time

before someone found the statue,

tied my sister to the crime.

Your sister, right.

Oh...

So what happens to her now
after all this?

Doesn't she just end up
in a hospital

or an institution anyway?

Absolutely not.

She'll be with me
in the house we grew up in,

just like Daddy wants.

Until you get mad at her,

or you don't need her
for an alibi anymore.

Or you just get tired
of watching over her.

Once again,
my whole family appreciates

all that you've done for us.

Have a nice day, Mrs. Dubois.

I'll be watching you.

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