All language subtitles for The Lost Love

This was a man who lived his life in the
service of others.

He was a confidant of presidents and
kings, but he never forgot who he was

where he was from.

He worked tirelessly for the people of
this state.

He will not be forgotten.

Senator Hyland's sudden death marks not
only the end of 27 years in the Senate,

but also of a political era. The
question now is who will serve out the

remaining three years in his term.

Governor O 'Neill is not scheduled to
announce his appointment until sometime

next week, but sources say that at the
head of his list are Congressman William

Harding, State Representative James
Marshall, and Laura Robertson.

Listen, everybody.

Listen, a toast to Laura.

May she go from senior partner in our
firm to junior senator.

Here.

When do you think you'll be meeting with
the governor, Laura?

Actually, I already have. Laura, I don't
really think you should. Oh, darling,

we're all old friends here.

If anybody should be the first to know,
they should.

I met with Ted...

Privately, two days ago.

I got the appointment!

Folks, folks. Out of respect for the
late senator, the governor isn't going

announce this until next week.

So please, until then, say nothing to
anyone.

Laura.

Terrific news.

Now, don't you go taking my name off the
office letterhead just yet, okay,

Elliot?

Nothing's going to go wrong, darling.

She may practice corporate law, but she
lives Murphy's.

Glenn. Phone call.

Excuse me.

I'm very happy for you. For all of us,
Audrey.

Laura.

Congratulations.

Washington is precisely the kind of
place where a woman of your class should

Thank you, Emmett.

Hello. Mr. Robinson, you want to see
your wife make it to the Senate?

Of course.

Well, then you and me better meet. Do
you know where the Ridge Bar is?

Who are you?

Just somebody that has some information
for sale.

Information about what?

You know, um, Sunland, Arizona.

Why don't you meet me at the Ridge Bar
in an hour?

Hello.

Hello.

Glenn?

Oh, I have some escrow papers to sign.
My new shopping center development may

fall through.

Oh, couldn't it wait till morning?

It won't take long.

Mr. Robinson?

Please, please sit down.

I saw you on TV today.

You look great.

Me, I never go to funerals.

Depressing.

What the hell is this all about?

Well, uh...

You know, being a senator is a high
-pressure, high -visibility job.

Now, me, I say, so what? Your wife spent
time in a mental hospital.

Most politicians probably should, right?

I don't know what you're talking about.

You're right.

I showed up here because you're thirsty.

Sit down.

That's what I'm talking about.

It pretty well details the nervous
breakdown your wife had seven years ago.

It's all here.

Everything they did to treat her. The
drugs, psychotherapy, shock treatment.

Now, I have an open mind about this sort
of thing. I say if it works, use it.

But most people... Most people are very
old -fashioned about the mental

stability of their representatives.

How'd you find out?

I wouldn't worry about that.

And you won't have to worry about it
either.

Once you give me $50 ,000.

$50 ,000?

Cash.

There's a phone in front of your bank.

I'll call you there at exactly 11 o
'clock tomorrow and tell you what to do

the money.

What if I can't get it?

Then I have to give this to the person
that hired me.

And by 11 o 'clock tomorrow night, Laura
Robinson will be the lead news story on

every show in the state.

And I guarantee you it won't be because
she was appointed to the Senate.

You have a good day.

What are you doing sneaking about like
that? I nearly called the police.

I wasn't sneaking about.

I just didn't want to wake you up.

Where have you been?

Bill and I had to drive out to see the
property owners.

Got late, so we stopped for dinner.

I'm sorry that I worried you, darling.

You missed a great party.

Are you all right?

Oh, yeah.

A little tired, maybe.

Nothing that little time in bed couldn't
cure.

Sounds good to me.

Glenn!

It's good to see you again.

Hello, Arthur.

I was on my way to your office.

We've sure got our fingers crossed
around here.

What? Laura's appointment to the Senate.

Oh, yes, yes, of course.

I need some cash, Arthur.

Certainly. How much do you want?

$50 ,000.

Yes, and I need it in a hurry.

I'm sorry, but I've got to get the
president to approve waiving the notice

period for a withdrawal this large.

He's not going to be in until 1.

All right.

I'll be back by 1 .30.

And I want my money waiting for me.

You got the money?

Not yet, but I will.

I'll get it.

You're damn well better.

How do I look?

I'd say gorgeous.

No, no, no.

Fantastic.

How do I look?

Nervous. Nervous?

Well, I'm not nervous.

Relax, darling.

You've been to these fundraisers before.

But never with a beautiful U .S. senator
on my arm.

Will the governor be there?

At $500 a plate, you'd better believe
it.

It won't be long before they start
paying to see you.

I'll get that.

You get your coat.

You got the money?

Yes, I've got it.

You know where the Pioneer Motel is?

I'll find it.

All right.

Now, this is what I want you to do. I
want you to bring me the money to room

three at exactly 10 .30. Do you
understand?

10 .30?

Right.

Right.

Ready, darling.

There's a reporter here who'd like to
interview you, Mr. Croft. Oh, tell him

I'll be glad to talk with him in my
office, but not here. Will do.

You're on your own.

Where are you going? I want to say hello
to Walt.

I'll be right back.

So do you.

Beards old, canes new. I was skiing
yesterday.

What are you doing here?

I'm at the hotel for the weekend.

Trial lawyer seminar.

Still practicing law?

On occasion.

I'm here to lecture.

Not me, I hope.

Am I intruding? You certainly are.

Laura, this is Michael Reston.

He's representing the prosecution at the
seminar.

Hello.

If you'll excuse us.

Can I take you away from all this?

Hotel bar?

You might say so, yes.

Excuse me.

It wasn't so easy getting away.

You remembered.

A gimlet with fresh lime.

Yes, I remember.

It's been quite a while.

Who's counting?

How are you, Perry?

And you, Senator?

Oh, that's a bit premature.

The smart money says you're the one.

Who would have thought when we were
younger that I would become a Senator

you'd become, well, Terry Mason?

Or that we'd see each other rarely.

I've missed you.

The governor's looking for you.

You remember Perry?

Of course.

Perry. Hello, Glenn.

I'll be right there.

How long will you be in town?

Until tomorrow.

I wish there was more time.

Anybody here?

That was a nice play by Elway.

It's not locked, Ella.

Perry.

I've no right to come to you, but I
don't know what else to do.

Here, sit down.

May I get you something?

What's wrong?

Yesterday, somebody called my husband
and said that he had a file of

that could ruin me.

He wanted $50 ,000.

So Glenn took the money to the Pioneer
Motel at 10 .30.

Only when he got there...

The blackmailer was dead and the file
was gone.

What did Glenn do?

What anybody would have done. He ran.

He came back to the fundraiser and told
me everything.

What was in the file?

Clinical records from seven years ago.

My depression.

I couldn't work.

And people were told that I'd gone away
on an extended vacation.

But you went away to be treated?

To the Halvan Clinic in Arizona.

I was home within six weeks, and I felt
fine ever since.

The problem is, the therapy included
shock treatment.

Proof of that was in the file?

Glenn knew what would happen if the
media got hold of that file.

My political career would be ruined.

But now, what should we do?

Well, first Glenn has to go to the
police. He has to make a report.

But he'd have to tell them everything.

Where's Glenn now?

At home.

Laura, I can only advise you that two of
you will have to decide what to do.

We're investigating the death of Luke
Dixon at... Laura, where have you been?

Out getting help. Who's this?

Police. Sergeant Austin, Metro Division.

What have you told her?

Nothing.

What is Perry doing here?

He thought he could help.

Did he?

As I was saying, a man was killed
tonight in what appears to have been a

at the Pioneer Motel.

The death clerk says you were there
tonight, Mr. Robertson.

He said he recognized you from the news.

What is it you want, Sergeant?

I just want to ask Mr. Robertson a few
questions, preferably downtown.

My client has nothing to say.

All right.

Thanks for your cooperation.

I didn't know that we'd hired you as my
attorney.

You needed one just then.

We're very lucky to have him.

Did you tell him everything?

I had to.

Perhaps the two of you should discuss
this privately.

No, that's not necessary.

She's right.

I'm grateful you're here.

I'm going upstairs.

Good night, Glenn. Good night.

Terry.

Is that the Dixon file?

I was just taking it to Laura. It's my
file, Audrey. I can manage. Thanks, it's

the same.

Here's the headlines on our victim.

His name was Luke Dixon.

The police said he was a small -time
nickel -and -dime private eye.

Said the guy spent most of his time
tailing philandering spouses and

whatever was cheap.

How could he have gotten hold of those
files?

And more important than that, where the
hell are they now?

You can be sure they'll surface.

Glenn, we should go to the police. Tell
them the truth.

How do we know they'll believe me?

The thing is, if you don't come forward
now, nobody's ever likely to believe

you. Terry's right.

Hold on. Let's not rush it.

We've got to think things through here.

If we handle this right, maybe do some
damage control.

A little stage managing. You just might
be able to survive this.

It seems to me our main concern should
be Glenn's future, not politics.

That goes without saying. You
misunderstood me.

We mustn't throw Laura's career to the
wolves.

Mrs. Robertson, the police are here.

Show them in.

Hello again, Sergeant.

We got a tip early this morning telling
us Luke Dixon was blackmailing someone.

And that if we wanted to find out who,
we should check out the Halvern Clinic

Sunland, Arizona.

So we did.

We were told that some records were
recently stolen.

Your records, Mrs.

Robertson. And the thief's fingerprints
matched Luke Dixon's.

Are you the person he was blackmailing?

That's quite an accusation, Sergeant.

Considering you have nothing to support
it.

Wondering where you lost your cigarette
case, Mr. Robertson?

You know, the gold one with your
initials on the front?

How about the Pioneer Motel, room three,
not six feet from Luke Dixon's body?

You're under arrest, Mr. Robertson.

Your Honor, in the interest of time and
to assist the prosecution, defendant

waives further reading of the indictment
and advisement of constitutional

rights. and wishes to proceed directly
to the matter of bail.

The record shall so reflect the
defendant's waivers.

On the issue of bail, does the state
wish to be heard?

Yes, Your Honor.

The defendant is an extremely wealthy
man.

Not only does he own a home here, he
also maintains an apartment in the city

New York and a house just outside
Zurich, Switzerland.

This indicates not only that he has few
real roots here, it also suggests that

fleeing the jurisdiction of this court
is well within his means. Therefore, to

ensure the defendant's appearance in
this court, the state urges that bail be

denied. Your Honor, Mr.

Robertson is a well -rooted, successful
member of the community who has never

been accused of a crime and who is
determined to appear here in court.

until his innocence has been proven.

I urge the court to release Mr.
Robertson on his own recognizance.

Mr. Mason, I think some bail is
appropriate here.

Bail is set in the amount of $200 ,000.

Preliminary hearing is set on December
10th. Is that acceptable to the defense?

It is, Your Honor.

Mr. Reston?

Prosecution agrees.

Next case, bailiff.

State v.

Sinclair.

I certainly didn't expect to see you
here.

I thought you would have gone home by
now.

Well, in view of Mrs. Robertson's
political prominence, the district

felt that this case warranted a special
prosecutor.

I'm delighted.

Oh?

Yes.

When Glenn Robertson is found innocent,
no one can say it was because of

politics, right?

Right?

Right.

Has the governor at all been brought
into this? Seven years ago, I became

something that currently afflicts close
to 10 million Americans.

I went away, got some treatment and some
rest, and came home cured.

It was my husband's devotion to me, his
fear that this somehow might be

misconstrued or blown out of proportion,
that landed him in this unfortunate

situation.

Given the circumstances, I can well
understand why the governor would be

reluctant to appoint me to the Senate.

Frankly, that's no longer important.

My job now is to do everything possible
to make sure the truth is told and my

husband is exonerated of all charges.

That's all I'm concerned with.

Nothing else matters.

What's the matter, counselor?

Who's your client?

Where'd you get him? About an hour ago.

The hotel said I could find you here.

Let's get to work.

He's in a great mood.

The police discovered Laura's file had
been stolen, found Glenn's cigarette

near Dixon's body, and took him in.

Any ideas?

Only what I've already told you.

So Dixon got greedy, tried his hand at a
little blackmail instead of turning the

file over.

Then you think the person that hired
Dixon to steal the records is the person

that killed him?

Sounds good.

Well, here's his office address.

See if you can find out who his last
employer was.

You did say you've been here before.

Oh, I used to date somebody who lived up
here.

Broke up with her about three years ago.

Not a happy ending.

Let her down kind of hard.

hoping to see her again.

Tell her it's a big city.

The odds against that are astronomical.

Besides, I checked the phone book. She's
now listed.

Just bear in mind, both of you, the
murder was, one way or another, the

of an attempt to discredit Laura. When
we unravel that, we'll get to the

Thanks.

How is Laura?

She's a trooper. Always has been.

By the way, Perry, I've been meaning to
ask you, we didn't happen to go to the

fundraiser because we knew she was going
to be there, did we?

What are we saying?

35 years isn't so long ago.

It was 30 years ago.

Who's counting?

Not me.

Talk to you later.

Excuse me, my name's Mason.

Name, address, license plate, business
phone, and a major credit card, please.

would just like the key to room three.

You know the count?

Defense attorney, here's my card.
Please, please, get rid of it.

It's Mr.

Lane, isn't it?

Sorry.

Thank you.

Quite a game. Right.

Clipping? Oh, give me a break.

Those referees will do with you every
time.

I want you to tell me and show me

exactly what happened last night.

You want me to go through it again?

You're going to have to trust me
sometime, Glenn.

Look, I'll level with you.

I don't like this arrangement.

All right, Glenn.

I'll level with you.

There's nothing between Laura and me
except friendship.

Everything else ended a long time ago.

I walked through the door. It was open.

The room was dark.

Curtains open or drawn?

Drawn.

I bumped into the desk coming in.

Knocked the phone to the floor.

I picked it up.

Placed it back on the desk.

Then I saw him.

Lying there.

Then what?

could feel his pulse.

He was dead.

And I started looking for the envelope
that had the file in it.

I tore through the dresser and I headed
back to the desk and I tripped on

something right there.

Everything fell out of my jacket pocket.

And that's how the cigarette case got
there.

And when you were picking things up, you
saw the envelope.

Yes. It was behind the dresser.

A piece of it was sticking out, and I
walked towards it and picked it up.

I looked for her.

It was empty.

I left.

Did you see anyone in the parking lot or
around the office?

Not just the fellow at the desk.

Look around and think hard.

What else about last night comes to
mind?

Nothing.

I could have told you this trip would be
a waste of time.

Waste of time?

Not at all.

Is there something I can do for you?

Well, that depends.

On what?

Who you are.

Pete Sutton.

I'm Luke Dixon's partner.

Who are you?

Paul Drake.

I didn't know he had a partner.

I got another surprise for you.

Luke took a cab. He's dead.

Vinny. I know. I'm investigating his
murder.

Cop? I work for a defense attorney.

Wants to know who hired Dixon to dig up
Laura Robertson's past.

Well, don't look at me.

I'm trying to see if Luke squirreled
away some money.

Get my half before his ex -wife grabs
it.

Don't spend much time in the office, do
you?

Why do you say that?

You're tan.

You spend a serious amount of time in
the sun, don't you?

Hey, that's very good.

You're a trained observer.

That's all right.

I do a lot of surveillance.

I'm the outside man.

You must have an idea who some of his
recent clients were.

Oh, sorry.

You know, you have to ask Luke.

At least if you don't mind waiting a
very long time for an answer.

Didn't keep any records?

Ah, well, of course he did. Man was
obsessive. Help yourself.

In here?

No, in the closet. I mean, where else?
Here, I'll even unlock the door for you.

It's unlocked.

Ah.

We got a report that somebody broke in
here.

Looks like you're under arrest, friend.

Hello, Della.

Hello. I think Perry's expecting me.

Yes, he is.

Sit down, won't you?

Can I get you anything?

No, thanks, sir. Is Perry here?

He'll be back any minute.

Laura.

I'm very sorry for what's happened.

Thank you.

We'll survive somehow.

I've always admired you for your
strength.

Oh, I'm a professional survivor, Della.
It's what I do.

What about you? How have you been?

Fine. Just fine.

Steadfast and loyal, as always?

That's what I do.

Ever marry?

No.

I've always wanted to ask you, but never
had the nerve and the bad manners at

the same time.

What about you and Perry?

I mean... All right.

Perry and I have... Good.

I see you two are getting reacquainted.

Right.

Laura, it was nice seeing you. If you'll
excuse me, I have to go out for a

while.

Where?

Oh, I'm going to buy some supplies. You
just bought supplies.

Right.

Well, I'll just go return a few phone
calls.

Am I interrupting something?

No.

No.

Bye, Laura.

Laura, you said seven

years ago when you had your breakdown,
people were told you'd gone away on

vacation. Who knew what really happened?

Let's see.

Emmett, of course. Emmett Michaels. You
remember him.

Still your doctor?

He's still a good friend.

Who else?

My law partner, Elliot Moore.

He could see for himself that something
was terribly wrong.

The same went for Jennifer Parker.

She not only stuck with me.

She's such a determined young woman.

Sometimes I think she willed me back to
health.

And, of course, my assistant, Audrey
Pratt.

Besides Glenn, that's all.

You're certain of that?

Yes.

I'm going to need all the information
you can give me on those four people.

Why?

Because one of them could have hired
Dixon to steal your medical records in

order to ruin your career.

And one of them could have killed Dixon
when he tried to blackmail you on his

own.

Oh, Perry, you're wrong.

Those are my friends.

It's entirely possible.

that one of them is not a friend at all.

Excuse me.

Perry, Paul's on the phone.

He sounds strange.

Excuse me.

Um, I ran out of change or I'd use the
machine down the hall. Do you think it's

possible I could have a cup of coffee?

Sure.

What? Please.

And who do you work for?

Lieutenant McNabb.

Lieutenant McNabb.

I'm a PI working on the Robertson case.

Oh, that's nice.

I haven't had an opportunity to meet the
officer in charge yet, but they're

usually very defensive about a PI on a
case.

But I have nothing against cops.

They do the best they can.

You're free to go, Paul.

Hello, Sergeant.

Mr. Mason.

Sergeant.

Come on, Don Juan.

Oh, do the best you can.

The guy searching Dixon's office did the
breaking and entering, not me.

Any idea who he was?

Definitely not his partner. Probably not
Pete Sutton either. At least I couldn't

find a Pete Sutton in the phone book.

I'd like to know what he was doing in
that office.

I wouldn't believe how much that looked
like Linda.

Who's Linda?

Girl I used to date here.

I'm sorry, what were you saying?

I said I'd like to know what he was
doing in that office.

Oh, my pleasure.

Matter of fact, I'll get on that right
now.

Oh, Paul.

I really don't need any more clients.

Just watch yourself.

we again.

That hurt!

Well, you're a real crime stopper,
aren't you?

Okay, so I'm sorry, you know?

I saw those cops coming and I freaked.

You're not Dixon's partner. You're not a
P .I.

You want to tell me who you are?

My name's Wheeler. Sid Wheeler. Big Sid
Wheeler. So, Sid, you break into Dixon's

office. Now you break into his house,
what is this, a chronic condition with

you, breaking and entering?

I'm a desperate man, Paul. Dixon had
something that I must find. Like what?

Pictures.

Pictures?

That's my wife.

I thought she was stepping out on me. So
I hired Dixon to follow her. Turns out

I was right.

And he got pictures. In color.

Boy.

get pictures.

Didn't he turn them over to you? He gave
me a couple of samples.

Said he'd keep the rest until I paid my
fee.

Which he suddenly doubled, that little
creep.

What makes you think they're here?

Maybe they're not. They've got to be
someplace. They weren't at the office.

It's just a process of elimination.

He didn't take them with him, that's for
sure.

Well, Big Sid, I gotta go.

But good luck.

Thanks.

Oh, by the way, the guy your wife was
running around with, friend of yours?

We said it was the guy.

Huh.

Huh.

Say hello at the arraignment. What can I
do for you?

I need some answers.

Anything to help?

I understand Laura was under your care
at the time of her breakdown seven years

ago. Yes.

What was your diagnosis?

Well, in general, she was acutely
depressed.

So much so that she simply could no
longer function.

Now, whether chemical imbalances caused
the depression or a result of it,

nevertheless, they were there.

Once they were brought back into balance
via the proper treatment, she was

cured. I understand you were
instrumental in keeping this episode a

Well, I led certain people to believe
one or two things that weren't quite

concerning her health, yes.

Where were you when Luke Dixon was
murdered?

You surely don't think that I... I had
to ask.

You don't have to answer.

Probably reading.

Undoubtedly alone.

You should have married, damn it.

You'd have had a better alibi.

Sounds good, Phil.

Keep me posted.

Right.

According to my contacts at the Capitol,
the mail's been running 7 to 1 in favor

of Laura's appointment to the Senate. In
spite of what's happened. Or maybe even

because of it. Who knows?

Anyway, the best news is the governor's
decided to delay the appointment until

this thing's resolved.

Proving once again that America loves a
devoted wife.

And making it imperative that we give
them both barrels at this preliminary

hearing. Because the way I see it, if we
can get this case dismissed without a

jury trial, we might actually be better
off than we were to begin with.

Of course, it's really all up to you,
Perry.

What kind of progress are you making?

You seem quite determined that Laura
gets that appointment.

I am.

It's a chance of a lifetime.

For you or for her?

For both.

I'm not going to lie.

I joined up with Laura seven years ago
because I figured she could help get me

where I really wanted to go, and that's
to Washington.

There's nothing wrong with that.

It's natural.

You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.

Symbiosis. Only game in town.

Who do you think will get the
appointment if she doesn't? I don't

Or at least my sources at the Capitol
do.

Bill Harding, no doubt about it.

Which means he'd have to vacate his
congressional seat.

Obviously.

I understand you keep a residence in
that congressional district.

That's right.

But you don't live there.

No, I don't.

But that's your legal residence.

Yes.

So if Harding's congressional seat is
vacated, you could run for office.

It's called hedging your bets.

Yes, indeed.

You have a phone call.

Sergeant Austin calling on behalf of a
Mr. Drake.

Mason.

Maybe I should open a branch office down
here.

Oh, it's not going to happen again.

Especially if I get my hands on that
guy.

Still have no idea who he is? Well, he's
not a Pete Sutton and he's not a Sid

Wheeler either.

I checked the license number. Plates
were stolen.

You're dealing with a pro.

Well, so is he.

Linda!

For a second there, I thought... Good
thing that wasn't her. You forgot to

You know what?

I've been thinking. It's been three
years. She wouldn't carry a grudge that

long, would she?

You implied she was devastated when you
left her.

Yeah, but it's been three years.

It's practically a lifetime, isn't it?

Mr. Mason.

Thanks for coming down here to meet me.

I appreciate your taking the time to
talk to me, Mr. Moore. I'm sure you're

busy. Yes, well, first things first.

How can I help you? I understand you've
been with the firm for some time.

26 years.

Tom Robertson, that's Glenn's father,
founded the firm.

I was one of the first people he brought
aboard.

So you worked your way to the top.

Tom named me his senior partner 12 years
ago.

Three years before he died.

How long has Laura been his senior
partner?

Just about the same time, 12 years.

She also worked her way to the top?

She married the boss's son.

You mean she was given a full
partnership the day she walked in the

Close to it, yes.

How do you feel about that, Mr. Moore?

I don't harbor any resentment towards
Laura, if that's what you're getting at,

and I rather suspect it is.

The truth is, she's a damn good lawyer.

I understand she ran for Congress nine
years ago, unsuccessfully.

We all worked very hard in that
campaign.

I also understand you're the sole owner
of the LLD Corporation.

Yes. Why?

That corporation made quite a few
campaign contributions in that election.

All of them perfectly legal.

All of them went to support Laura's
opponent.

You've been very helpful, Mr. Moore.

Thank you.

So what you're hearing now is Pete
Sutton or Sid Wheeler or whatever he's

calling himself these days thrashing the
guy's house after I left.

You think he was looking for the key?

Well, there were six keys in this case
when I saw it in Dixon's office.

There's only five now.

Yeah, I need to talk to Batman.

Hey, it's me. What's the morning line on
a Bronco game?

Well, get your money, all right?

How's noon tomorrow?

Gambler? My theory is he got that tan of
his at the racetrack.

A bookie named Batman.

Well, I'll see you.

Where are you going?

See if I can track down this Batman.

Well, you certainly have me convinced
that whoever killed Dixon had prior

knowledge of Laura's breakdown.

How many people knew?

Four, to be exact.

And each of them with a motive.

Della, there were a lot of photographers
at the fundraiser.

See if you can round up some pictures.
I'd like to know exactly who was there

and when.

All right.

Mr. Mason, what do you think your
chances are of winning this case?

I'll let you know when we win.

Mr. Robertson, just how far would you go
to protect your wife?

I've never even stalked a reporter.

Mrs. Robertson, what do you think your
chances are of winning the Senate seat?

As I said before, my only concern is to
prove my innocence.

Excuse us.

Look, I'd like to help you, but I'm due
in court.

Just tell me where I can find Batman.

Come again?

You know, this guy calls himself Batman.
He's a bookie. Where can I find him?

Try Gotham City.

Look, Sergeant Austin, think of me as a
lowly P .I.

groveling in the dirt for tiny bits of
information. And then think of yourself

in this exalted position at the police
department with access to all kinds of

information. Couldn't you, out of the
goodness of your heart, throw me some

small, tiny tidbit?

You need help.

That's the point.

All right, try Mitchum's Bar and Grill.
Thank you. You have a very nice smile.

Sergeant Austin, did the medical
examiner arrive at a cause of death?

Yes, sir, he did.

Please tell the court his findings.

A deep wound at the temple indicated the
decedent fell and hit his head on the

corner of the dresser, causing his
death.

Were there any signs in the room of a
prior struggle?

It appeared the decedent had been struck
on the head with a blunt object.

Do you recognize this carafe marked
People's Exhibit 3?

Yes, I do. It has my tag on it.

How does it come to have your tag on it?
It was found on the floor approximately

38 inches to the left of the victim.

Would that be the victim's left or the
onlooker's left?

The victim's left. So, here.

That's correct.

It has been stipulated by counsel that
People's Exhibit 3 was in fact... the so

-called blunt object used to strike the
victim.

Were fingerprints found on this carafe?

Yes, the defendant's.

I show you now People's Exhibit 9 and
ask you to identify it.

This is the customized cigarette case
which was found on the floor of the

victim's motel room directly beneath the
front window.

Directly beneath the front window would
be here.

That's right.

Were you able to identify the owner of
the cigarette case?

Yes, sir. It has the initials GR on the
front, and we traced it to Mitchell

Sterling's shop here in town.

Your Honor, we offer as Exhibit 10 this

sales receipt issued to Glenn Robertson
by Mitchell Sterling,

reflecting the sale of one cigarette
case engraved with the initials GR.

On the front.

Mr. Mason?

No objection.

Thank you.

Sergeant Austin, in the course of your
investigation, did you discover

anything else, anything else, that could
link the defendant, Glenn Robertson, to

the victim, Luke Dixon?

Yes, sir.

The morning after the murder, we
received an anonymous phone call telling

Luke Dixon was a blackmailer.

Acting on the caller's information, we
contacted the Halvern Clinic in Sunland,

Arizona, and learned that records
detailing the hospitalization and

Laura Robertson had recently been
stolen.

Did you discover who stole those
records?

Fingerprints found at the scene of the
burglary at the Halvern Clinic match

those of the deceased Luke Dixon. Thank
you, Sergeant Austin.

No further questions?

Your witness? Sergeant Austin, other
than on the carafe, Where else in that

motel room were Glenn Robertson's
fingerprints found?

They were all over the room.

On the chest of drawers?

Yes. Desk? Yes.

The phone?

Yes. Were anyone else's fingerprints
found on the phone?

No, just his.

Doesn't that strike you as rather
unusual?

No. No?

A motel room phone gets a good deal of
use.

Yet on that particular phone, only one
set of fingerprints were found.

Now, what does that suggest to you?

That somebody cleaned it.

A maid?

Or someone else?

Someone who was in that room ahead of
Glenn Robertson, someone who wiped the

phone clean to make sure no one would
know who the killer was.

Objection, Your Honor. Calls for
speculation on the part of the witness.

Sustained.

Let's go back to the murder weapon,
Sergeant.

How many sets of prints were on the
carafe?

Just one.

Dixon's? No, Glenn Robertson's. Then it,
too, had been wiped clean?

Objection. Speculation. Sorry, Your
Honor. No further questions.

You may step down.

Mr. Esten, you may call your next
witness.

Thank you, Your Honor.

The people call Mr. Robert Lane to the
stand.

Were you working at the Pioneer Motel
the evening that Luke Dixon was killed,

Mr. Lang?

I sure was.

On that evening at around 10 .30, did
you see anyone arrive at the motel?

Yes. That person right there.

Let the record show that the witness has
identified the defendant, Glenn

Robertson, as the person he saw that
night at the motel.

Did you happen to notice where he went,
Mr. Lang?

To room three.

Room three.

You're certain?

From the front desk, I have a clear view
of everything.

And I've got a hell of a memory.

That being the case, Mr.

Lane, did you see anyone else go into
room three that evening?

No, sir.

And I was right there at the front desk
from eight o 'clock on.

No one else went near that room.

Thank you, your witness.

Mr. Lane.

On the night of the murder, your shift
at the motel began at 8 in the evening

and ended at 8 in the morning, did it
not?

Yes, it did.

Twelve hours.

How do you usually pass the time?

Watch TV.

Sometimes read.

Is it possible someone could slip by you
unseen while you're engrossed in one of

these activities?

I can see things out of the corner of my
eye that most people can't see looking

straight on. My boss will tell you.

He did.

He also said you're quite a football
fan.

Oh, you better believe it. I never miss
a Bronco game. I understand the game

they played recently against the 49ers
was pretty exciting.

Oh, yeah.

Especially the last quarter.

Oh? Why was that?

Your Honor, I object. What possible
relevance can the discussion of a

game have to this case?

I intend to show relevance, Your Honor.

I beg the court to bear with me just a
moment or two longer.

Very well.

Proceed.

What happened in the last quarter of
that game, Mr. Lane?

I'm sure you remember.

Oh, yeah.

Okay.

Score's tied with two minutes to go.

49ers have the ball on their own 48.

Montana drops back. It's a draw play.
Bam. Stop the line of scrimmage. No

Second down, Montana takes a snap, drops
back again.

Broncos rush. Crowd's going berserk.

Montana hits a screen pass.

Bam, out of bounds on hour 44.

It's third and short. They rush. We
hold.

Out comes the field goal unit from the
50. Bam, from the 50 -yard line, he hits

it. 49ers are up by three.

Your Honor. Quickly, Mr. Lane.

Tell us about the last minute.

Okay. There's 32 seconds to go.

49ers have the ball again on R46. It's
second and seven, and they're killing

clock. Fans are heading for the exits.
TV announcers thanking all his

Montana runs a simple off -tackle rush.
Bam, there's a fumble. It's a huge

pileup. One by one, the referee pulls
off the players. There's a Bronco at the

bottom. Bam, Bronco's ball. And Mr. John
Elway leads his team out onto the

field. It's first and 10, 27 seconds to
go.

Bam, Elway hits a down and out on their
48. Stops the clock with 22 seconds to

go. Second and four, Elway takes the
snap.

Drops back, two 49ers bust through.
Elway scrambles. Bam, he hits a fly

on the 20. There's one 49er between our
guy and the game. Their guy dives, our

guy cuts. Bam, TD, Broncos win. It was
awesome.

I remind the spectators this is a
courtroom, not a nightclub.

Any further disturbances and I will have
this courtroom cleared.

Yes, Mr. Lane, it certainly was awesome.

You watched the game on TV?

Most of it, yes.

At work?

Yes, I think I was at work.

Do you recall what night that was, Mr.
Lane?

I can't write off, no.

It was the night of September 12th.

The night of the murder.

Isn't it true, Mr. Lane, that from the
moment you arrived at work, you were

watching the game?

Well, yes.

Isn't it true the game ended at 10 .30?

And it was at that time you saw Glenn
Robertson arrive at the motel?

Yes. Isn't it also true any number of
people could have gotten into that room

without your seeing them while you were
watching the game?

Yes, I suppose so, but...

Thank you, Miss Delane. No further
questions.

You may step down.

Call your next witness.

Your Honor, the prosecution rests.

Court will recess until 2 .30 this
afternoon.

Bye.

Meet Pete Dixon.

Meet me at the Crestmore Savings and
Loan at 4 o 'clock this afternoon. We'll

wrap things up.

No, but I will.

Right.

Did that call have anything to do with
the Robertson case?

I think we should talk, Mr. Dixon.

By any chance Luke Dixon's brother?

Oh, it wasn't by chance. My parents,
they worked hard to have me.

Now, let's just move aside.

I may never forgive you.

Your name came up in roll call, Drake.
Should I be flattered?

If you like being compared to bad coal,
unpleasant, hard to get rid of.

No, no.

If you don't have anything nice to say,
don't say anything at all.

What's in there?

Ooh.

New money.

Uh -huh.

Real name is Pete Dixon, as in Luke
Dixon.

You ever heard of him?

If you want a rap sheet on him, check
with records.

I wonder what this is doing in here.

Not on here.

The safe deposit key is from Crestmore
Savings and Loan.

Well, Dixon's supposed to meet someone
there at four o 'clock.

Do you mind if I... Sorry.

I think you're done here.

I think you're right.

Thank you.

Sure.

I won't forget this.

Here are the photos I've come up with so
far from the fundraiser.

I'm assuming there isn't time.

Perry. What do you want them for?

Well, I don't know yet.

I checked out Pete Dixon.

He's done time for forgery, fraud, and
grand theft. He must have had some angle

on this case. Knew who Luke Dixon was
working for.

Thought perhaps he could get some money.

How is he?

He's still unconscious.

We could keep that appointment for him,
unless it comes to...

Tell us who he was going to meet.

Thank you.

Bad news?

That's a good question.

All rise.

Court is reconvened.

Be seated.

Mr. Mason, you may call your first
witness.

I call Dr.

Emmett Michaels to the stand.

Dr. Michaels, you were Laura Robertson's
doctor at the time of her breakdown

seven years ago. Is that correct?

Yes.

Now, exactly, exactly what was her
condition?

Well, she was suffering from a psychosis
known as manic depression.

In layman's terms, she was on an
emotional roller coaster over which she

control. Fortunately, as most cases
nowadays, she responded well and quickly

the treatment. Your treatment?

Yes, my treatment.

And what did your treatment consist of,
Dr. Michaels?

Well, mostly just regular doses of an
antidepressant, trimipramine, I believe.

And shock treatment?

Yes, it was some electroconvulsive
therapy, yes.

That therapy is very controversial, is
it not?

And wasn't it controversial seven years
ago as well? It was effective seven

years ago.

And the diagnosis I had made in Laura's
case warranted it.

I don't suppose you could give us the
name of the medical authority who

with your diagnosis.

Yes, I could.

Dr. Arlington agrees with me.

Who is Dr.

Arlington? He's a psychiatrist, Mr.
Mason.

Probably one of the most famous England
ever produced.

We're not above a little edification,
doctor. Tell us more.

Ten years ago, he published a book
called Arlington on Manic Depressives.

Is Arlington on Manic Depressives
considered definitive?

Yes, it's the definitive book on the
subject.

And in that book, he agrees with your
diagnosis?

Completely. Thank you.

Could you show us where Dr.

Arlington agrees with you?

That is a copy of Arlington on manic
depressives, identical to the one I saw

your office.

Please show the court where in that book
Dr.

Arlington agrees with you.

Now.

Yes, now. Show us, please.

Well, I can't. I can't do that now. As
you can see, that's a very thick book. I

don't want to take up the court's time
at searching through them.

Don't you even know where approximately
in the book he agrees with you?

Well, I'm not sure. I would have to go
through the whole book.

I don't think that we have time for that
now. Dr. Michaels, in order to hear the

truth, I'm sure this court will give you
all the time in the world.

Your Honor, I object.

Dr. Michaels is not on trial here.

Your Honor, the prosecution is basing
its whole case against my client on the

idea that the murder of which he stands
accused was the result of a blackmailing

scheme. None of this is relevant.

In a scheme only a handful of people,
the people who knew about Laura

Robertson's medical history, could have
orchestrated it.

I submit that the prosecution has left
me no choice but to pursue this line of

questioning.

Objection overruled.

for you to show us where in that book.

Dr. Arlington agrees with you.

that you are and always have been in
love with Laura Robertson?

I suppose so.

Yes.

Isn't it true you were despondent when
she married Glenn Robertson?

Yes. Isn't it true that you diagnosed
her condition as emotional instability

keep her dependent on you?

No. Isn't it true that you subjected her
to unnecessary shock treatment because

you were afraid you were losing your
influence over her?

No. Isn't it true you knew if this
treatment ever became public, it would

her career?

I prescribed it because it was
consistent

with my diagnosis.

A diagnosis based on your need to
manipulate and control the woman you

have.

Oh, Dr.

Michaels.

How could you say you love her?

You don't even know the meaning of the
word.

No further questions.

You may step down.

This court will adjourn until 9 a .m.
tomorrow.

All rise.

I'm right.

Whoever shows up to keep that meeting
Pete Dixon arranged is the black man.

Linda.

Paul. Linda.

Paul.

Linda.

Paul.

How are you?

Great. Pat.

How are you?

I'm fine.

It's a nice looking baby you got there.

The one down here, I mean.

Thanks.

Well, you look like you're doing okay.

I am.

I'm doing pretty good myself. I'm in
town on business for a few days.

I gotta go.

Doctor's appointment.

Take care.

See you.

Well, I guess she managed to get over
me.

I guess she did.

There's our guy.

If you're waiting for Pete Dixon, he's
not coming, Mr. Moore.

What are you talking about? You paid his
brother a lot of money to steal Laura

Robertson's medical file.

I did no such thing.

Why were you going to expose Laura's
medical history?

You can answer in court if necessary.

Well, Laura just waltzed into a job that
I worked a lifetime to get.

I was determined to stop this
appointment.

That's why I hired Luke, but he crossed
me up.

So you killed him?

No, no.

I never stepped foot in that motel room.

Where were you the night of the murder?

I had a testimonial, didn't I?

Mr. Moore, it would have been very easy
to slip out during the after -dinner

speech and slip back in again unnoticed.

Yes. But how easy is it when you're
sitting on a dais, Mr. Mason?

Giving the after -dinner speech with a
hundred witnesses.

Here's a list of your phone messages and
your notes from today.

And you still haven't looked at the
photos from the fundraiser.

Thank you, Della.

How's your leg?

Medium rare.

It hurts.

Take your medicine.

If you need anything, I'll be in my
room.

Della?

Mm -hmm? Thank you.

Night.

Night.

All rise.

Courtroom 92 of the Denver District
Superior Court is now open and ready for

transaction of business. The Honorable
Eleanor Daniels presiding. Be seated.

Defense may proceed.

Your Honor, defense calls Audrey Pratt
to the stand.

And you've been Mrs.

Robertson's executive assistant for how
long, Mrs. Pratt?

Almost a year.

But you worked with her prior to that?

Yes, for nine years.

Were you working for her September 12th,
the day of the big fundraiser?

Of course.

Did she get many phone calls that day?

Yes. People were calling left and right
to congratulate her on her possible

appointment to the Senate.

Did you keep a record of those calls?

I always write down the name of the
caller, the time of the call, and

not Mrs. Robertson takes the call.

I'd like you to think back, if you
would, Mrs. Pratt.

Do any of the calls that came in that
day stand out in your mind?

Well... I do remember receiving a call
that day that was a bit

unusual. In what way?

The caller refused to give me his name.

I remember arguing with him. He said he
just had to speak with Mrs. Robertson,

but he wouldn't tell me who he was.

What finally happened?

I put him through.

Mrs. Robertson spoke with him.

Briefly, as I recall, no more than two
minutes.

Were you present at the fundraiser that
was held that night?

You know I was, Mr. Mason.

That's right.

We spoke about it several days ago,
didn't we? I think you said Laura

was never out of your sight except for
the time she spent with me.

That's right.

Mrs. Pratt, I've known you for a long
time.

You've always been an honest and
forthright person.

Thank you.

I'm sure that you wouldn't knowingly
commit perjury while under oath, would

Of course not.

Did Mrs.

Robertson leave the hotel at any time
that evening?

I don't know.

Perhaps.

What time did she leave?

She left at 9 .45.

She told me that she was going to have a
private meeting with some backers.

That I should cover for her.

But she didn't come back, did she?

At least not right away.

No.

Do you remember what time she returned?

Around 10 .30.

Thank you, Mrs. Pratt.

That'll be all.

Robertson.

Mrs. Robertson, as you know, you cannot
be forced to testify against your

husband. Yes, I know.

I show you this photograph, Mrs.
Robertson, and ask if you can identify

tell us when and where it was taken.

That's my associate, Jennifer Parker,
and me. It was taken at the fundraiser

the evening of September 12th.

Was the photograph taken before you left
the party?

I don't know.

This is a blow -up of part of that
photograph.

Could you tell the court what you see?

Jennifer's wearing a watch. It says 920.

That was before I left the party.

The man who called you at the office
that afternoon but refused to leave his

name, who was he?

Just a well -wisher, I suppose. I don't
remember.

Was it the blackmailer, Luke Dixon?

No.

Wasn't he calling to make sure your
husband would deliver the money?

Now think carefully before you answer.

The answer is no.

You're certain?

Objection asked and answered.

Please, Laura, don't make this more
difficult.

Would counsel kindly speak up so that
the court can hear his examination?

Isn't it true that you left the
fundraiser to go to the Pioneer Motel

had a violent argument with Luke Dixon
and accidentally, accidentally killed

him? Objection, Your Honor. Counsel is
using this witness not to elicit

testimony but to engage in pure
speculation.

It isn't speculation, Your Honor.

I can prove that Laura Robertson was at
that motel.

Then by all means, proceed.

You smoke, Mrs. Robertson?

Occasionally.

Sergeant Austin testified this cigarette
case was found here on the floor.

Below the window.

But Mr. Robertson says when he tripped,
things fell out of his pocket.

Over here.

Near the foot of the bed.

Across the room.

You see...

Glenn Robertson just assumed that this
cigarette case was in his pocket when he

tripped and fell that night.

But it wasn't, was it?

You had it.

No, I... Look at this photograph.

The photograph you identified as having
been taken at the fundraiser.

There you are with Jennifer Parker.

Her watch says 920.

What is that in your right hand, Mrs.
Robertson? What is that?

People's Exhibit 9, isn't it?

It's this cigarette case, isn't it?

Your husband didn't have the cigarette
case that night. You did.

And you dropped it in Luke Dixon's motel
room.

That is the truth, is it not?

When Luke Dixon called my office, I
found out that Glenn was going to pay

the blackmail.

I decided to go to the motel before he
arrived and try to get the file from

Dixon.

Your husband did not know that you were
going?

No.

What happened when you arrived in Luke
Dixon's room?

He was surprised to see me.

I tried to convince him to give me the
file, but when he thought he wouldn't

paid, he became ugly.

I tried to take the file from him.

He struck me.

I fought back.

He fell and hit his head.

I panicked and ran.

And you never told that to your husband?

I allowed my husband, who has never
given me anything but love and support,

stand trial.

I used the loyalty and trust of my
friends to protect myself.

I succumb to a consuming ambition and
let it destroy everything that I value.

I'm sorry.

Your Honor, in view of these
developments, I

move that the people's case against
Glenn Robertson be dismissed.

Mr. Resnick?

The state concurs.

Case dismissed.

All rise.

How can you do that to Laura?

Now listen to me, Glenn.

Dixon's death was clearly accidental.
Any lawyer can prove that.

But if you and Laura need me, I'll be
back.

I realize it's an awkward time for me to
ask, but I'd love to buy you dinner

before I leave the city.

I'd like that.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Call me Linda.

Still here?

My plane leaves in one hour.

I was sure with you representing Glenn,
he wouldn't be convicted.

I was right.

I didn't want things to turn out this
way.

It was my plane leaving the last time.

Gentlemen?

Yeah?