All language subtitles for Falcon Crest s04e23 The Trial

Tonight, on Falcon Crest. Your driver
all but hijacked me, Richard. What are

thinking of this time?

Bribing the jurors? I want a conviction.

I'm not sure exactly how, but you're
going to be a father again.

How would you feel about surrogate
parenthood? You mean another woman

child? But it would be a way for the
baby to have Cole's genes.

And that of another woman's. If it
wasn't a court of law, I'd say it was

If the jury found Lance Kildee from that
harebrained evidence, then they're a

bunch of idiots.

Mrs. Nolan, this case has been widely
publicized.

Have you heard or read anything about
it?

I don't remember.

Judge Holder, may I raise an objection?

Mr. Reardon, your exceptions to jurors
are exhausted.

But Mrs. Nolan surely reads a newspaper.

Miss Earle, is this juror acceptable at
the prosecution?

Yes, Your Honor. Your Honor, this is not
a large community.

I mean, the gossip alone.

We have a jury.

Court is in recess until Wednesday.

Your Honor, you may be providing grounds
for an appeal.

Wait till after the verdict to file, Mr.
Reardon.

Not to worry. I can live with the jury.

Never can I.

I wish they'd let me be on your jury.

If I didn't know better, I would say
Holder has already made up his mind that

Lance is guilty.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Shall we leave?

Your driver all but hijacked me,
Richard. What's the big idea of bringing

here?

Your name's been mentioned quite often
today on KRDC.

Good publicity. I thought you might want
to thank me, Judge.

This kind of risk is insane, and you
know it. Relax. It's the middle of the

night.

Where's your sense of danger, hmm?

I want to know about the jury you've got
hearing Lance's trial.

Largely women, middle class, middle
-aged.

Not likely to be sympathetic to a young
man accused of trying to kill his

grandmother.

On the other hand, there's a good chance
some of them are grandmothers and they

might find it hard to believe that he
could do such a thing.

What are you thinking of this time?

Bribing the jurors?

You're in this too deep to be cute with
me, Holder.

I want a conviction.

We have a deal.

Good.

Chuck. Stay out of my courtroom.

So long as we understand one another.

Good night, Judge.

Well, Connie, what do you think?

You seem to have all the latest lab
equipment. I'm impressed.

But you could use more space.

No kidding. We're bursting at the seams.
Otherwise, you have no excuse for not

turning out a good sparkling wine.

Well, good won't be good enough. Nothing
but the best.

Perfectionist. That's what my father
called you.

Not to my face.

He kept a journal for years. I ran
across it last night.

He wrote about you coming here. In fact,
he predicted that you would never last.

Then gradually he came to appreciate
you.

I'm glad. I was very fond of Sam.

You know, reading it, I felt a lot
closer to him and to you.

Hello. Hi, I've been looking all over
for you two. The Wilder agency called,

honey. You have an appointment with them
this afternoon.

Almost forgot.

Look, come by any time, and as a matter
of fact, we may be calling on you to

give us some free advice on our
sparkling wine. Not that you need it,

course. Thanks.

See you later, sweetie. Bye -bye.

One of the good guys.

I can tell.

Not that I've had much experience with
good guys.

Well, listen, Mrs. Miller just put on a
fresh pot of coffee. Can I entice you?

Yes.

Of course, we can develop any campaign
you choose, but Falcon Crest has a class

image, so I suggest going for snob
appeal.

Angela's been using the same advertising
agency for 35 years. I don't see any

need for change now. Why don't we give
the lady a chance?

The market has changed, Mr. Reardon. In
the past ten years, there's been a

growing awareness of fine wines in this
country, and California wines are

finally coming into their own.

The view is more interesting than market
reports and layouts.

Do you know that there's a crew of men
that does nothing but paint the bridge?

When they finish at one end, it's time
to start again at the other.

Sort of like an advertising campaign.

More like a bridge.

I happen to know a wonderful restaurant
where you can see that bridge from the

other side.

Would you like to go there with me
sometime?

I'll give you a call.

You've kept up with the latest
technology in winemaking. Why would you

with an outmoded advertising approach?

Well, we sell all we can make now with a
very small advertising budget.

Chase, you never know. We might be able
to do better.

Now, Cassandra is promising to make
Falconcrest a household name.

And if the time ever comes that demand
exceeds supply, well, we'll count our

blessings and raise our prices.

Ah, yeah. I knew it would come to that.

What sort of investment are we looking
at, Miss Wilder?

Well, nothing to begin with. We'll
develop a campaign, test a market or

if you choose to go with us, we can
discuss budget then.

Now, what could be fairer than that?

I'll tell you as soon as I've spoken to
Angela.

But I shall certainly recommend that she
consider this very seriously.

What's the catch? Nobody gets something
for nothing.

Now, don't worry. That's just Gioberti
paranoia.

I've got to run.

Remember, dear brother, this is a
partnership.

If Angela and I go for it, you go for
it. We're all in this together.

You're sure going to a lot of trouble
for a cousin you haven't seen in years.

Robin will only be here a week or two.
You don't mind, do you?

I'm not wild about sharing you with
anyone right now.

After all, we're still on our honeymoon,
aren't we?

I hope so.

Robin won't be any trouble.

Kids are quiet little things.

I remember when we were kids, I used to
dress her up in all my cast -off things

and fix her hair.

She adored me. She used to follow me
around like a little puppy dog.

Melissa, she's in college now. She
thinks she's a little old to be playing

dolls.

I just want to make her feel at home.

This used to be my dog.

But I used to let her sleep with it
whenever she came over.

Do you know what she used to call it?

What?

Missy, my nickname.

Sounds like a bad case of hero worship
to me.

I just want you two to love each other.
Sometimes I think I love you so much

that there's not room for anyone else.

Well, there better be because we're
going to have another child.

Can't we put that on the back burner for
now?

No way.

I'm not sure exactly how, but you're
going to be a father again.

We have an appointment with a fertility
clinic tomorrow.

You're hard to resist when your mind's
made up.

You better believe it.

Innocent. Good.

Is it me?

You know that I would rather unzip you.

Last night was wonderful.

How did we get away with it, huh?

I knew that your grandmother would take
a sleeping pill the night before the

trial.

Hey, we can't let her catch us now.

You're right.

There's time for this later, I guess,
huh?

In opening arguments, Prosecutor Earle
accused the defendant of acting in cold

blood and promised to call a string of
witnesses to support the case against

him. We'll be covering their testimony
as this trial continues, so stay tuned.

And how do you know that, Deputy?

I was there myself.

I saw the car leaving the scene.

And you recognized it as belonging to
the defendant?

Yes, ma 'am.

There isn't another car in the valley
like Mr. Cumson's.

Yes, ma 'am.

And you went over both cars carefully?

Yes, I did, the day following the
accident.

What makes you so sure, detective, that
the car that ran Mrs. Channing off the

road was Lance Cumson's?

The location of the body damage to both
cars and the paint that was exchanged.

Mrs. Channing positively identified the
car and stated that her grandson was

driving. I had no reason to doubt her.

Though she was obviously still in a
state of shock after the accident.

She was five feet away from him in broad
daylight.

Your Honor, please direct the witness
not to embellish his answers.

The witness's response is appropriate.

I agree with Miss Earl.

Go ahead with your cross -examination,
Mr. Reardon.

No further questions, Your Honor.

You may step down.

We're not doing so hot, are we?

This wasn't a court of law, I'd say. It
was offended.

Miss Earl.

Do you have other witnesses?

Not at this time, Your Honor.

Mr. Reardon, the defense may call its
first witness.

The defense would like to call Mrs.

Angela Channing.

Now, Mrs. Channing, the prosecution has
submitted this single piece of evidence.

The statement that you signed after the
accident that claims that Lance Compson

ran you off the road in his car. Now,
you did sign this document, didn't you?

You know I did.

But since then, you've changed your
mind.

Would you please tell the court why?

Well, when I saw Lance's car, I thought
Lance was in it.

I was terribly upset, and I was wrong.

Do you love your grandson, Mrs. Chai?

Of course I do.

I didn't think I would have to admit it
in a court of law.

Well, that being true, I have one last
question.

Would you lie to protect Lance?

I would not.

Thank you.

No further questions, Your Honor.

I have just a few questions for you,
Mrs. Channing.

If the jury finds from the evidence that
Lance Compson's car was involved in

running you off the road, would you have
any explanation for that?

Well, his car was involved.

Where have you been?

What if the jury found that Lance
Compson was driving his car just minutes

the accident? Would you have any
explanation for that?

Objection, Your Honor.

The prosecution is clearly begging
supposition from the witness, not

Overruled. You're directed to answer the
question, Mrs. Channing.

Well, of course there's an explanation.

Lance was driving his car when he left
the filling station where he was locked

up. Now, that's hearsay, Mrs. Channing,
not an explanation.

Then if the jury finds from the evidence
that Lance Cumson in his car drove you

off the road then sped away only to be
apprehended minutes later, would you

any explanation for that?

I'm getting sick and tired of this legal
mumbo -jumbo.

Can't you ask a question in plain
English?

Answer the question, Mrs. Channing.

If the jury found Lance guilty from that
harebrained evidence, then they're a

bunch of idiots.

Throughout the morning, Greg Reardon
continued to object to the tone of the

cross -examination of Angela Channing.
But all objections were overruled by

Judge Holder. Defense will continue
their case tomorrow.

At the Tuscany courthouse, this is
Maggie Gioberti reporting.

Sounds like Angela did the defense more
harm than good.

Going to have to send Judge Holder a
little gift.

Martha's grave has already been dug,
Richard.

Why do you insist on wielding the shovel
yourself?

So the grave's deep enough to
accommodate everyone I want buried.

Does that include Lorraine?

I fear for you, Richard.

One day you're going to be all alone.

No Pamela.

No, Lorraine.

Just you, your big dreams, and your
little boy soldier.

Close the door on your way out.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Maberti.

Since you won't be able to carry the
child, none of our clinic's methods will

any help to you.

I'd be more than happy to give you the
name of an excellent adoption agency.

We were hoping to have a child of our
own.

There is another way.

I hesitate to bring this up because,
well, I never know how people will

What is it?

How would you feel about...

Surrogate parenthood.

You mean another woman having our child?

Well, another woman would carry the
father's child.

But it would be a way for the baby to
have Cole's genes.

And that of another woman's? Well, yes.

But we're very careful here about our
screening process.

I don't think Melissa and I are very
comfortable with that.

Thank you. Wait a minute, Cole.

The mother would have no claims to the
child, would she?

Oh, of course not.

Look, you don't have to decide right
now.

We require psychological evaluation
before we set up interviews with

surrogates. Let's schedule that and see
how you feel.

All right?

The horses are on the track for the
third race.

Greg, I'm surprised at you.

You're throwing in the towel so soon?

I'm hardly doing that.

I'm just trying to save my...

Client, some heartache, and the county,
some time and money.

Well,

we approached you about a plea bargain
before, so I'll wager that you're trying

for one now because everything's going
against you.

The judge's ruling, the witness, even
the press.

All right, Caroline, I'll admit.

Been dealt some pretty rotten cards, but
there are other hands in other courts,

and I'll keep this thing in appeals for
a decade.

What you do after our trial is none of
my concern.

Well, then let me at least appeal to
your sense of justice.

I mean, the victim in this case doesn't
even believe the defendant did it.

Even if Lance is guilty, a long jail
term is hardly in order.

All right.

I'll take off my gloves.

I just want a conviction, not Lance
Compson's head above my mantelpiece.

I'll accept the offer.

Yes. Get me Judge Holder, would you
please?

It's obviously no secret that the trial
is not going according to plan, and we

are fast running out of our supply of
friendly witnesses.

It's attorneys like Caroline Earle that
gives your profession a bad name.

The nerve of that woman.

What are you getting at, Greg?

Well, I've spoken with Miss Earle about
a plea bargain.

And we've worked out a deal. Wait a
minute.

I'm not going to plead guilty to
anything I didn't do.

How can you even suggest it? Angela, the
trial has got out of hand.

It's no longer a question of guilt or
innocence. It's a question of what the

jury is prepared to believe to be the
truth.

Greg's right.

I doubt that anyone in that entire
courtroom believed Lance's story.

Except for Maggie and us, of course.

It just isn't fair.

Isn't there anything we can do?

Yeah, we can do something.

You can put me on the stand.

You can give me a chance to defend
myself.

You know perfectly well I can't do that.

You saw what happened to Angela. So I'll
go down fighting.

What other options do we have?

What are the terms of the deal?

Well, you'd lose your driver's license
for a year and spend a few weekends in

jail. Oh, just a few.

Then there would be 200 hours of
community service, all in exchange for a

of plea to guilty to reckless driving
and leaving the scene of an accident.

What would happen if Lance didn't take
the deal?

Well, we'd finish the trial, of course.

And Lance could go to jail for at least
four years.

Well, I won't do it.

Because I'd rather rot in prison than
just quit.

I know how much it hurts, but I think
you should do what Greg said.

What, do you want me to lie down and
die, too?

That's not fair.

It is fair, Lorraine. I can fight this
thing. I can win. And if you don't, our

baby has no father.

Lorraine.

Lorraine!

Yeah, Doug.

Yeah. Oh, it'll be great.

I look forward to seeing you, too.

All right. Friday night. Bye -bye.

You remember Doug Eberhardt? We flew the
transatlantic together.

Yeah, I remember him. That was him on
the phone? Yeah, he's in the city.

And we've made plans to have dinner
Friday night, if that's okay with you.

Oh, honey.

I just stopped by Connie Giannini's and
invited her to here to dinner Friday

night.

Well, no big deal. I can call him back.

Well, wait a minute, wait a minute. Just
invite him here with us.

This isn't one of your little fix -ups,
is it? No, it's not a little...

What would be wrong with that?

Come on.

You know those never work out. Oh,
where's the romance in your soul? What

go wrong?

You little matchmaker, you.

She is here again.

Who is, Charles?

You know, that woman, Mrs. Ransom.

Shall I get rid of her?

No, you had better send her in.

Good to see you.

I've missed you.

It's good to see you, too.

But it's been a hard day, and I'm right
in the middle of some paperwork.

Oh, poor baby.

What you need is a nice, long rubdown.

Terry, the ride in the Rolls Royce was
fun, but... But you're not interested in

romance, not yet.

How about Small Virtue? Are you still
interested in her?

Well, yes, of course. Why? Is something
wrong?

No, it's just a little difficult having
an absentee owner as a partner. There

are some things we have to talk about.

Well, I'll tell you what.

Until this is all over, why don't you
make all the decisions?

Really? Yes, just don't do anything
rash, all right?

All right.

Thanks.

And don't worry. She'll be perfectly
safe in my hands.

wanted to speak to me, Counselor? Yes,
Your Honor.

Miss Earl and I have worked a deal. My
client will plead guilty to lesser

charges in exchange for a more lenient
sentence. We've outlined our thoughts in

this brief.

Do you feel justice will be served in
this manner, Miss Earl?

Oh, yes, I do, sir, in addition to the
considerable time and money that will

save the community.

I'm surprised your client agreed to this
deal. I thought he claimed innocence.

Oh, Mr. Compson is quite happy with the
arrangement.

I'm not.

I do not like exchanges, arrangements,
or shortcuts.

This case will be tried.

I'll see you both in court tomorrow.

Well, I'm damned.

Tough break.

Guess we'll put the glove back on.

We'll discuss that with the vet. Thank
you, sir.

Sam?

Welcome to Tuscany Downs, Terry.

I do hope that Sam has made both you and
Small Virtue comfortable.

He has, thank you. She seems quite happy
in her stalls.

Of course, I've had to warn her about
those hot -blooded stallions out there

the stables.

She is a bit young.

I was surprised to see you'd entered her
in her maiden race.

She's in great shape and more than
ready.

I find it hard to believe that Greg
would have approved it.

He is still co -owner, isn't he?

Until he's wrapped up Lance's trial,
he's given me complete control.

That's what the entry office told me.

So unlike Greg, he's usually so
cautious.

Really?

I've always found him to be quite
passionate.

Oh, I was talking, of course, about
horse flesh.

He's a much better judge of that than he
is of other varieties.

Greg's very ambitious, you know.

Always moving onward and upward to
something better.

Do let me know if there's anything you
need for your small virtue, won't you?

I'm sure you'll be the first to know.

I am absolutely against it. Now, you're
making a terrible mistake.

You know perfectly well that I was
against Lance taking the stand in the

place.

With our plea bargain turned down, we
don't have any other alternative.

Look, it's all I've wanted to do.

Just get on the stand and tell the truth
and end this nightmare.

I wish it was that easy.

Why? Why do you say that, Greg? What's
the problem?

The prosecution and the press have
portrayed you as not exactly a simple

sincere man.

You forget you have a reputation the
Genghis Khan would envy.

Okay, but it's all in the past now.

Yeah, well, that's what we have to try
and convince them of.

And also that you're as much a victim in
this case as Angela is. He'll never

believe that.

Well, would you like to be his attorney
in court tomorrow? Wait a second. Time

out. Grandmother, Greg is right.

Okay? Please, go ahead.

Well, I have a few suggestions as to
what you should do if you do take the

stand.

Make them. I'm listening.

What actually happened, Mr. Kempson?

is that you were tricked into appearing
at an isolated spot and then forced at

gunpoint to hand over your jacket and
your car keys and then locked up.

Is that correct? Yes, that's correct.
And that's when I heard the train coming

and going. Which we have established
only took place on that one particular

because of construction work.

Then what happened?

Then they let me go.

I walked outside. I saw my car parked
there. The keys were in it.

I did not notice the damage to the
passenger side of the vehicle.

And what did you do next?

I drove to the nearest phone to call the
sheriff, and that's when I was

arrested. On what charge?

Attempting to kill my own grandmother.

Can you believe that?

Well, I'm afraid that is exactly what
the prosecution would have this jury

believe. I'm innocent.

I don't deny that I have hurt my
grandmother in ways that don't show.

God knows I failed her.

crossed her.

But all I've ever wanted is for her to
be proud of me.

I may not say it enough, but I think she
knows that

I respect her.

No more questions, Your Honor, for now.

Does the prosecution wish to cross
-examine?

Yes, Your Honor.

I do.

Tell me, Mr. Compson, why is it that
your story has such a familiar

ring to it for me?

Perhaps you read the sheriff's report
that was made after the arrest?

Or the story in the New Globe?

They're both consistent.

Most memorized recitations usually are
consistent, Mr. Compson.

As is the truth, ma 'am.

Perhaps factual reporting is not your
forte.

Have you ever considered writing
fiction?

Objection, Your Honor.

Prosecution is clearly badgering the
witness.

Sustain.

I don't have that kind of imagination,
ma 'am.

Sustain means you don't respond, Mr.
Compson.

I'm sorry.

Can you offer any proof for what you
just told us?

No.

I can't prove to you that I love my
grandmother, but I do.

Ladies and gentlemen, it would be a
waste of your time to continue this

question. Objection! It is obvious that
the defendant can offer no proof for

this far -fetched story.

Miss Earle, save your opinions for your
final statements.

Thank you, Your Honor.

No more questions.

You may step down.

This port is recessed until tomorrow
morning.

Hi,

honey. What a nice surprise.

Listen, I want to try out an idea on
you. You got time for lunch?

Yeah, right after my report.

I'm thinking of hiring Connie Giannini.
I've decided her expertise would be

great for a new champagne.

I know Cole would go for it, and I would
be relieved for him, and he could learn

a lot.

In a surprising move this morning,
defense attorney Greg Reardon put his

Lance Thompson, on the witness stand.

Though his account of the events leading
to his arrest has been widely

publicized, his sincerity in relating it
seemed to impress the jury and the

spectators in the courtroom.

We prefer conducting our surrogate
mother's psychological evaluation

the simpers, in the subject's homes.

Studies indicate it tends to make
everyone more relaxed.

We seem to already have most of your
vitals. We're back from the park.

Hey, champ, how are you?

Hi. Hi.

Hi.

Who are you?

I'm Joseph. Who are you? I'm Dr.

Bitters.

That's a silly name.

Joseph,

could you please leave Dr. Bitters'
things alone? Thank you. Come on. Mrs.

Miller. Joseph, come on, dear. Put it
down. Come on. Come on. Time for lunch.

We're going to have a wonderful lunch.
Come on. It's time for lunch.

Cute.

There must be a computer error.
According to this, you've only been

two weeks.

Two and a half.

I see.

Then you weren't married when... Joseph.
Joseph.

Joseph was born.

Melissa was married.

To someone else. I see.

So then the little boy actually belongs
to... He belongs to both of us.

Interesting social life.

But after all, this is the 80s, isn't
it?

Some things, though, are timeless, such
as loving and caring for a newborn

infant.

Cole, do you think that you're up to the
task of parenting?

Sure, I did fine with Joseph.

I see. So then you've had custody of the
little boy.

Yes, but not in the beginning.

Originally, I had custody.

I see.

Actually, I don't see.

Dr. Bitters, it is very important to me
to prove to Cole and to his family that

I can be...

A good wife and a good mother.

I think giving Cole another child is one
way of doing that.

And since I can't conceive myself, using
a surrogate mother seemed to be the

next best thing.

Mm -hmm.

And how do you feel about that, Cole?

Well, uh... Mostly I'm doing this for
Melissa.

Yes.

Okay. Good reasons.

Unfortunately, they're not good enough.

I'm afraid I won't be making a favorable
evaluation to the clinic.

Why? Well, quite frankly, I feel that
both of you are a long way from being

to provide a stable home environment.
You are wrong. We are very stable.

No, no, please.

Don't be combative.

Here. Here's one of my cards.

If either of you ever feel the need for
private therapy or couple counseling...

Please, give me a call.

Thank you for joining me tonight.

I drink to your beauty and your talent.
I don't know which is greater.

Thank you.

You certainly have made it difficult not
to mix business with pleasure.

Good.

I don't think there's any harm in
celebrating your progress at Falcon

me, business is exciting.

So is the pleasure of your company.

You're my lady of mystery, you know
that?

Oh, that's good.

I like that.

I've always wanted to be mysterious.

Well, you've certainly succeeded.

I always try to make it a point to find
out everything I can about my associates

and any enterprise I'm involved with.
Your more recent history... has not been

difficult to discover. In fact, I read
most of it in Who's Who.

Cassandra Wilder, head of the Wilder
Advertising Agency, founded by her late

husband. You really have been checking
up on me, haven't you?

Oh, yes, indeed I have.

The most intriguing thing was what I
didn't find.

Beyond your career in advertising, your
background was...

Not easy to trace.

How come?

That, dear Richard, is all part of the
mystery.

If I told you, it would spoil
everything.

If we keep the mystery, perhaps we can
mix business with pleasure.

I thought I'd find you here with him.

I managed to make it an early evening.

How's mother?

She had one of her bad days.

They had to sedate her.

Richard has been checking into our past.

Does he know that we're brother and
sister?

No.

No, but we have to be very careful with
everyone at Falcon Crest.

Like Emma.

And Richard.

I know you better than you think.

You're intrigued with that man.

No.

Only because he is one of the keys to
Angela Channing. Just as Emma is.

Don't spoil our chances, Damon.

No one is going to stand between me and
the satisfaction of seeing Angela

Channing destroyed.

It may not end Mother's suffering,
but... Oh, it'll somehow ease my pain.

She's my mother, too, Cass.

I thought you'd never ask.

Really?

You're not just saying that so you won't
hurt my feelings. Listen, when you guys

get to know me better, you'll find out
that I always say what I mean, sometimes

to a fault.

Well, then, I would like to propose a
toast to Connie Giannini, Falcon Crest's

new chief champagne maker.

Welcome aboard.

Okay.

Enough celebration.

When do I start, boss?

Well, I don't want you jumping into this
thing until you're ready.

I appreciate that.

In that case, I will try to wait until
tomorrow.

Oh, good. That must be Doug. Excuse me.

Hey, hey, hey. How nice to see you.

Hey, James, my old buddy. Hey, how are
you? I'm so glad you could make it.

You're looking great.

Oh, still 182 pounds.

You look pretty fit yourself.

Well, I have to work at it. Tell you
what, got my running shoes out in the

What do you say we go out and do a
couple of miles before dinner? Just kind

work up an appetite. No, no, no, no, no.
Just kidding, good buddy.

Just kidding.

Doug, Doug, this is Connie Giannini,
Doug Everhart.

How do you do?

Hello.

Oh, I like.

Mobile home parks.

Now, I know what you're thinking. Mobile
home parks are not glamorous as avocado

farms or maybe New Zealand beef.

But I'm telling you, these babies are a
license to steal.

Triple net deals with all the trimmings.

Between the ITCs, the tax shelters, the
annual returns, I've got a middle six

IRA that proves the wisdom of my words.

How can you argue with proof like that?

Hey, see, here's a gal as smart as she
is pretty.

Doug, are you still flying for
Transatlantic?

Are you kidding?

Flying's for the birds.

Now I'm spending my days just juggling
my portfolio and

dodging the tax man.

Aha. Sounds exciting.

Oh, it is, Chase.

It is.

That reminds me.

I've got just the investment for you
folks.

Are you ready for this?

Kiwi ranches.

I'll send you a prospectus on them.

Thanks for a great evening, Chase.

Good night, darling.

Oh, he's gone.

Oh, I'm sorry.

We missed the goodbye scene. I'm sorry.
Oh, listen, I hope you haven't changed

your mind about working for us after
this wonderful evening.

Well, actually, I was seriously
considering giving up all this and

own Kiwi Ranch.

Kiwi Ranchers. Oh, Kiwi Ranchers.
Darling, you didn't tell me you kept

charming company when you were flying
trash.

How was I supposed to know he'd turn
into a born -again creep?

Probably could have warned you
beforehand.

Wait, you didn't know him? No, you
didn't know him. No, but I've got a

consistent track record with men. You
see, I have been stood up, put down, and

stuffed with a check most of my life.

Oh, you poor thing.

Tonight must have been wonderful for
you, then.

Huh?

Mobile home parks.

Oh,

so who else do you know?

The horses are entering the starting
gate.

All that you should do. Thank you.

Oh, great.

Just in time. Hurry in place. You bet
I'll be in my box. No, Terry, you're

to stay right here.

Tell me, what the hell's more about you
between entering the race?

Looks like you missed your chance.

Look, I am not interested in placing a
bet. I want to know what possessed you

enter our horse into her maiden race
without consulting me first. You told me

you didn't have time to deal with small
virtue and that you trusted my judgment.

I told you not to do anything rash.

Choosing a horse who's died is another
entering for a bloody race. Well, I

you should have thought about that
sooner.

Good afternoon, folks.

Having fun? Yeah, loads of fun.

I saw where you entered small virtue.
You know, it would be a shame if such a

valuable filly went out too early.
Richard, this is a private conversation

you. Sure.

Well, good day.

Terry, I want you to know... We won.

Terry, we won.

Now do you believe I know what I'm
doing? No. Well, maybe.

It never left. From now on, from now on,
we shall decide Small Virtue's future

together. Right?

I'd like that.

Join me in the winner's circle? Like
this?

Sure.

Why, can you use a little clap?

Lastly, ladies and gentlemen, we heard
Mr. Compson speak on his own behalf.

Now, having heard his story, we can see
that not only did he not perpetrate the

crime of which he is accused, but in
fact, on the contrary, he is a victim

himself.

Now, your overall impression of Mr.
Cumson is perhaps the most telling item

be considered.

Is he a man who would attempt to kill
his own grandmother? I say no.

He says no. Angela Channing, his
grandmother, says no.

And I honestly believe that you all will
say no when you have considered the

evidence before you.

Thank you.

for your extreme patience.

It is you, the jury, who must decide the
guilt or innocence of the defendant.

If you believe the victim's first
impressions were inaccurate, then you

find Lance Compson innocent.

However,

If you are convinced that the physical
evidence and the corroborating testimony

of the Tuscany Valley Sheriff support an
opposing story, that's a different

matter entirely.

If you believe that the close
relationship between the victim, Mrs.

and her grandson, the defendant, unduly
influenced their combined testimony, and

that this is a family that places itself
above the law,

then you have no choice but to find Mr.
Lance Compson guilty of attempted

murder.

The jury may now retire to its
deliberations.

This court is recessed.

Robin. Oh, Robin, come on in.

I'm cold.

Oh. Oh.

Hi.

Hi.

Let me get your bag.

Melissa!

Oh, I can't believe you're here. Did you

make a call? I did.

Let me see. What a hunk.

Oh, I know, I know.

By the way, nobody calls me Missy
anymore. I'm a certified adult now.

And so are you from the looks of things.

It is so good to see you. Oh, it's good
to be here, Melissa.

Our house looks just like I remember,
only better. How long is your semester

break?

I'm not exactly sure.

As long as I want, I guess.

I sort of dropped out.

Robin! I tried, I tried, I really did. I
just... I'm not cut out for higher

education. At least not the type they
teach in class.

What did Aunt Teresa say?

And what did Uncle Phil say? Mom and Dad
don't know yet.

You've got to promise not to call.

Not until I figure out how to break the
news that their one and only has blown

it again.

Did I ever tell on you when we were
kids?

Never. Then why would I start now?

It'll be just like old times. Your life,
David.

Come on, Jess. I fixed up the guest room
just like when we were kids.

You know, I still have dreams about
living here forever and ever.

I'd do anything to have a place like
this.

Well, it's yours just as long as you
want.

You're all set.