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Previously on Boston Legal…

I'm just trying to get
an erection!

Well, who knows?
Maybe it's the mad cow.

My penis has Alzheimer's.

Phoebe.

Alan.

Why drag this out beyond a time
we're still attracted to each other?

I'm not attracted to you now.

Fine. Let's go with that.

–Phoebe.
–What happened?

–I was in love with her.
–That'll kill the moment.

And she loved me,

just… not enough.

Maybe it's not too late.

She's happily married
with children.

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Denny Crane.

–Aah!
–Aah!

What are you doing?

I got scared.

Of what?

I heard banging.

What banging?

That banging.

That's a knock.

Answer it.

Me?

You heard it.

You live here.

Never mind.
We'll both answer it.

Phoebe.

Can I talk to you, Alan?
It's important.

What's going on?

The police just
arrested my husband.

They… they showed up
in the middle of the night.

I tried to call you,
but… but I guess

your phones are turned off,
so…

Arrested him for what?

Murder.

Murder?

You're the best lawyer that
I know. So will you help?

Who's he accused of killing?

One of his nurses.

I'm sorry, Alan,
but this is my family here.

I… I need you.

This is gonna be a good one.

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So he's in custody now?

Yeah, they're arraigning
him first up.

It's my opinion they purposely
arrested him at night.

The district attorney involved
loves gamesmanship,

so you'll have your work
cut out for you.

Can we talk about
the case itself?

Well, my husband is one of
the leading cardiologists

at Boston General.

Oh, isn't he special?

Sorry.

Uh, the victim is
one of his former nurses.

She was found
poisoned to death.

They claim that he was having
an affair with her. He wasn't.

He had, briefly, in the past,
but it was long over.

I'm sorry. Could you
excuse us for a second?

I'll be right back.

Denny.

What the hell is that?

What?

The rooster noise, and don't pretend
you don't know what I'm talking about.

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

Denny, it's coming from you.
What the hell is it?

Well… you remember
that little, uh, uh, uh,

uh, blood flow issue I had?

Yeah.

The doctor has hooked me up
to a monitor.

I'm supposed to keep a journal.

Any kind of blood flow,

I'm supposed to make a note.

–A monitor?
–Yeah.

–Connected to…
–Shh. Yeah.

One that sounds like a rooster?

That's just my ringtone.
You can choose from many.

Look, obviously this is
a serious case.

–That's why the doctor wants—
–I'm talking about the murder.

I do not want to be
hearing from that thing.

Are you listening to me?

I'll put it on vibrate.

I'm sorry.

So, uh…

the arraignment's
tomorrow morning.

First up.

The thing is, Alan,

they found evidence
of him being present

at her house.
Now he was there a week ago,

but not on the night
of the murder.

Which was when?

Two nights ago. I'm surprised
you haven't heard about it.

It's been all over the news.
I mean, he is the top

cardiologist at Boston General.

Yes, you mentioned that.

You say he once had
an affair with the victim.

A while ago, yes,
but it was over.

Well, if it was over, why was he
at her house a week ago?

He said that she was distraught,
and he went there to calm her down.

And you believe that?

I do.

Okay.

Plus, he has an alibi.

Which is?

Me. He never left
the house two nights ago.

Ah.

You're sure?

Positive.

Hello.

Denny Crane.

Mr Shore!
Mr Crane! Mr Shore!

Please excuse us.
I have absolutely no comment.

I have a comment. If you'll
go to dennycranelaw.com,

you'll find candid photos of—
–Please respect my privacy.

This is obviously
a very difficult time.

I can say unequivocally
that my husband is innocent.

If you'll excuse us.

I'd advise you not to talk
to the press.

The DA is trying
this case in the media, Alan…

Even so. I mean,
will you look at this?

Well, it's very high-profile.

My husband is the leading cardiologist…
–All right already.

Sorry.

All rise.

This court is now in session.

The honorable judge
beacon presiding.

Let's be clear right now.
This is a courtroom,

not a circus.

Anyone breaking its decorum
is going to get spanked

by me personally.

The clerk will call the case.

Number 3-2-8-5-9…
Commonwealth vs Robert L. Brooks

on the felony count
of murder in the first degree.

Good morning, your honor.
Alan Shore for the defense.

My goodness.
What a splendid turnout.

We'll waive reading
of the charges

and enter a plea of not guilty.

I'd ask that you release my client
on his own recognizance

pending trial. My client
is a respected doctor.

In fact, I'm told he's the top
cardiologist at Boston—

Stewart Betts representing
the state, your honor.

Good morning. We do not
typically afford bail

to first-degree murders.

My client has well-established
roots in the Boston community.

He's certainly not a flight risk.
He has no prior criminal record.

His being at large
poses no real risk to society.

I don't know about
Mr Shore, your honor,

but I think that the rest of the public
would consider a murderer,

any murderer…
especially this murderer,

a devious murderer to be a risk.

I'm sorry. Did you use the word
“murderer” four or five times

in that sentence?
I'd hate to misquote you.

Mr Shore, would you like
to be disciplined?

Given the sophisticated
methodology of this murder,

making it appear
like a heart attack,

I'm persuaded that
the defendant possesses

the requisite craftiness to
indeed escape this jurisdiction

with little effort
if he so chooses.

Gee, that sounded impartial.

Bail is denied.

The defendant shall return
to custody. We are adjourned.

I'll be back to meet
with you shortly.

In the meantime,
please do not speak to anyone.

Well done on bail.

He can be a bit chilly
at first, but…

Should we go and meet him?

I'd like to sit
with him alone, please.

Why?

Because I would.

I like to get a feel
for those I defend.

Denny, you need to stop
your penis from humming.

Oh.

Thank you.

You want me to stay?

I think I'm good.
You don't plan to kill me,

do you?
–We'll see how it goes.

So is it Robert or Bob?

Robert.

So what can you tell me, Bob?

I'm innocent. I did have
a short-lived relationship with her,

which I broke off to her
less-than-concealed dismay.

–When you say “short-lived”?
–17 days last autumn.

She was your nurse?

One of my nurses, yes.

What occasioned the end
of the affair?

You're not curious as to
what precipitated the beginning?

I've seen a picture of her.
I can fill in that blank.

Well, the affair's end
was occasioned

by Ms Ghoulet's
emotional instability.

She was becoming
increasingly erratic,

causing an unacceptable
distraction for me at work.

I severed the relationship
and I sought to create a distance.

She was persistent.

I never saw her
romantically again.

I most certainly did not
go to her home

the evening of her death,
and I played no role

whatsoever in her death.

Questions?

According to the incident report,
you were seen by a neighbor

at her house that night.

Neighbor's mistaken.

I was there several days
before the murder.

I had gone in an attempt
to defuse her emotions.

I was not there
on the murder night,

which my wife will confirm.

Well, wives have been known
to lie for their husbands.

The jury will find my wife
very persuasive.

Don't you find her impressive,
Mr Shore?

Denny, if this case comes down
to his testimony…

he's incredibly unlikable.

All worked out then,
didn't it?

What do you mean?

Alan, you didn't really want
to like this guy, did you?

No, but I do want
to win the case.

Really?

Of course really.

What, do you think
I'd purposely lose

so I could be with his wife?

–I would.
–You would not.

Your true love is your
undefeated record.

And your true love is her.

You know, Denny…

I must admit,
from time to time

through the years,
in various cases…

I've secretly fantasized that
she was in the back of the room,

watching.

Everything we do is all about
impressing the girl,

even when the girl isn't there.

But here, she will be there,

watching me.

Relying on me, even.

Alan, look at me.

At first I thought
this would be fun, exciting.

Now I'm telling you
as your best friend, get out.

In defeat, you lose,

disappointing the one woman
you've really loved.

In victory…

she walks away
with her husband…

which isn't you.

Okay, at first the coroner
ruled natural causes,

and you can pretty
much see why.

Not a mark on her.

Except for this mole here.

It's spectacular.
Can I touch it?

But once they tumbled
to the affair,

they decided to look again.

That's when they found this.

You can see the needle mark
here on the thigh.

Succinylcholine.
The beauty is,

it basically disappears from
the system within minutes.

And best of all,

the symptoms mimic
a heart attack.

And it kills you immediately?

First paralysis,
then death.

It's likely she woke up
when she got jabbed,

but going into paralysis,
nothing she could do…

except watch her killer
walk out the door.

Any semen?

Not yet.

No semen was found.

Saliva or hair?

Nothing found on the body.
Almost the perfect crime.

Whoever did this
was one smart guy.

The neighbor's house is here,
meaning his sight line is this way,

which basically means
he'd see cars from the front

given the cue of the street.

What's the lighting like?

Well, a street lamp here,

so it's not great.

So if we can shake this witness,
then everything else

is completely circumstantial,
right?

Phoebe, they can place him
at the scene with forensics.

Not that night.

No, the neighbor does that.

Your husband had a romantic
history with the victim.

The victim's mother will
testify as to threats he made.

She's lying.

Yes, according to your husband.

Whoever did this clearly
has medical expertise.

Add to that…

Add to that what?

The jury will hate him.

Meaning you hate him.

My feelings aren't relevant.

Oh, come on, Alan.

Your feelings
aren't in play here?

I think that if you look
at this case clinically,

you will appreciate that
the prosecution's case is very weak.

The evidence is all circumstantial.
The victim had other affairs,

–Which we can't prove.
–…and my husband has an alibi.

The testimony of a devoted wife
is rarely winning.

I don't think the jury
will believe you.

Do you believe me?

No.

I know you.

You would never forgive him
for having the affair.

In fact, if memory serves me,
you can be quite punishing

on that subject.

It's different
when you have kids.

Yes, and your children
need their father around.

So you're willing to do
whatever you can

to keep him out of jail,
including lie for him

in the witness chair.

You're wrong.

I don't think so.

Well, clearly…
I need to get another attorney.

If we agree to plead
to manslaughter—

Absolutely not.

That's your husband's decision.

And I know exactly
what that will be.

There will be no guilty plea.

This wasn't a heat-of-passion
crime, Phoebe.

It was…

calculated… cold.

Do you trust this man?

How about around your children?

He would never
hurt the children.

And he did not…

commit this crime,
however much you're determined

to believe otherwise.

You still love me, Alan…

as do I you.

You…

you don't think
that I want to believe

that he's guilty sometimes?

It would be so easy to.
I mean… I am

still angry over the affair.
Of course I am.

And sometimes I think
it would just be easier if I…

if I just ditched everything and…

including him…

and took off
to some island with…

with an old boyfriend
that I've never—

Don't.

Mm.

Do not make that mistake.

You need to protect
yourself, Alan…

because when this trial is over…

I will be walking away with him.

My family is my life.

I know she was afraid of him
because she told me so.

She was in a very excitable
state when she did so.

She said, “mom, I'm scared
to death of him.”

Why did your daughter fear
the defendant, Mrs Ghoulet?

She threatened to tell his wife
that they had resumed the affair.

What else did your
daughter tell you?

She said he said,

“if you do tell her,
you will pay for it.”

Very dramatic.
Probably see it on the news.

You like being on the news?

Oh, you think I enjoy talking
about my daughter's murder?

Well, I see you a lot on TV.
Almost as much as him.

–Not that much.
–You're right.

Uh, Phyllis… may
I call you Phyllis?

Oh, my God.

Uh, when your,
uh, daughter told you

that she feared my client,
were you worried?

Of course I was.

Did you tell anybody?
Surely you told somebody?

A friend, a relative,
a mental health specialist?

Objection.

Overruled.

Phyllis… did you make up
this little story?

No, I did not.

You're a disgusting person.

I don't like being
called disgusting.

Did you ever call
your daughter disgusting?

Of course not.

I have a copy of a letter here
that you wrote to your daughter

shortly before her death.

The, uh, prosecution
has the letter,

and they mistakenly forgot
to produce it during discovery.

Oversight. Would you read
the highlighted section, please?

And don't forget to project.
There's a camera back there.

Objection.

The highlighted section,
please.

“You never call.
You're too busy running around

”with all your married men.

You're a disgraceful,
disgusting whore.”

No evidence of anybody else
being present in the home

except for the victim
and the defendant.

Sounds like sloppy work
for the defendant to leave

his prints behind.

He didn't. Not really.
We only found a few

old prints here and there.

The crime scene was otherwise
conspicuously meticulous.

It causes cardiac arrest,
ventricular dysrhythmia.

It quickly degrades. It's very
difficult to detect after a few hours.

Sounds like the perfect drug if you're
looking to get away with murder.

It is.

She never told me
she was afraid of him,

but she did she say she was
thinking about telling his wife

about the affair.

Were there other men
to your knowledge?

There were certainly rumors of others.

She, of course, never brought them
around the hospital.

I'd seen his car many times.

And you saw it the night of the murder?

Yes. I'd gotten up to go to the bathroom.

I looked out the window. I saw it.

You first told the police
you weren't sure.

Well, it had happened a few days earlier,
and I had to think back.

I did, and I am sure I saw it that night.

Hmm. Ever see any other cars go into
that driveway on other nights?

Oh, many times.

Um, Ms Ghoulet had a very…
diverse recreational life.

What do you mean I shouldn't testify?

My feeling is it would be a disaster.

The prosecution would pick you apart
over the affair.

And all you can do, really,

is say that you didn't go to
the victim's house that night,

and we have Phoebe to say that.

Well, I'm not an attorney,
but I would think at a minimum,

a defendant need take the stand
to deny the crime for which he is charged.

You would be wrong.

Come on. You're guilty as sin.
You don't fool us.

You won't fool a jury.
Stop being such a baby.

Tell me, Bob, had you
resumed the affair?

Just a yes or no question.

No.

I think we'll skip your testimony.

Are you in love with my wife,
Mr Shore?

Just a yes or no question.

He strikes me as a very difficult
man to love.

Well, that seems to be my curse.
I fall for difficult men.

It doesn't look good, does it?
–It looks terrible.

We've still got reasonable doubt.

Phoebe, our entire defense is you.

You have to persuade the jury tomorrow.

And I'm sorry, but I have to say this…

you need to do a much better job persuading
them than you have so far persuading me.

Or me.

The Robert Brooks trial winds down today

with the defendant's wife,
Phoebe Prentice, taking the stand.

She's of course expected to say
that her husband never left the house

on the night of Isabelle Ghoulet's murder.

Denny Crane. Step aside.

Not wearing underwear.
Not pretty. No comment.

You swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth and nothing but the truth,

so help you God?

–I do.
–Be seated.

Ms Prentice, you're married to the defendant,
Dr Robert Brooks?

I am.

–And how long have you been so?
–16 years.

I imagine this has been
quite an ordeal for you.

Yes.

Do you love your husband?

Very much.

So in the interest of fairness,
it should be said,

you have a strong bias here.

I do.

Not withstanding that bias,

you understand
that your testimony today is subject

to the pains and penalties of perjury?

I do.

Then let's cut right to the chase,
shall we?

Because we're all dying to know,

where were you on the night
Isabelle Ghoulet was murdered?

Well, I arrived home
from work a little after 7:00,

which was my routine.

We like to have dinner as a family.

It's a ritual we're very conscientious about.

–You, your husband and your two children?
–That's right.

And after dinner?

My kids did their homework.
It was a school night.

And Robert did some work in his den,

and I think that I did
some laundry or something.

Um, then at about 10:00,
my kids went to bed.

And… Robert and I had a glass of wine,

we watched some news,

and, uh, then he took a sleeping pill,

which he invariably does,

and we went to sleep.

It was pretty uneventful.

–You stayed in all night?
–That's correct.

Did your husband leave the house?

Ms Prentice, did your husband
leave the house?

I'm sorry, your honor.

Uh… could I please take a short break?

No, I think you should
answer the question, ma'am.

Did your husband leave
the house that night?

Yes.

Your honor, I'd like a short recess
to confer with my client.

Not gonna happen. When did he leave?

I don't know. I, uh…

I woke up after midnight.

–Your honor, I need to confer with my client.
–Mr Shore, be quiet.

Do you know where he went?

No, I did not know.

When did he get home?

Some time after 3:00.

Your honor, this is unfair
surprise. She—

–It's your witness.
–I don't care.

We're fast approaching
grounds for a mistrial.

You need to give me a recess.

All right. We're going to take a 1-hour break.

What the hell was that?

I am so sorry.

If your intent was to bury him,
why'd you hire me?

To reconnect, so you'd be there for her
when her husband went off to jail.

That isn't true.

Yes, it is. You love Alan.
Do you deny it?

I hired Alan to secure
my husband's freedom.

That was my intent.

I wanted to preserve my family
at whatever cost.

So, what changed?

Well, I suddenly thought, if…

if I commit perjury,
what if I go to jail?

Who raises my kids then?
I mean, they could be…

they could be faced with losing
both their father and their mother and…

plus, I…

plus what?

I really believed that the affair
was over, Alan.

I did. But it wasn't.

Now how am I supposed to lie for somebody
who's not even faithful to me?

So, Bob, we need to talk.

–You okay?
–I'm fine.

–You want me to take this?
–I'll take it.

First of all, I admire your honesty.

To give testimony against
somebody you love…

We all witnessed an
extraordinary thing.

Of course, you didn't
have to give that testimony.

While it's true you were under oath,

you also enjoy a privilege
as the defendant's spouse

to not give evidence against him.

Well, as I said, I didn't plan to,

but once I took the stand,

I felt that I'd effectively waived
that privilege, so…

Ah.

I guess the other conclusion
would be that perhaps

you really did want
to testify against him.

Did you?

You know I didn't.

Ms Prentice,

have you undergone
any psychiatric treatment of late

for a personality disorder?

I've never been diagnosed…

with any personality disorder.

That wasn't my question.

I asked whether you've been
treated recently for one.

My medical history is private.

But I will repeat

that I've never been diagnosed
with a personality disorder.

Would you consider yourself
to be a violent person, Ms Prentice?

No.

Have you ever been violent?

Well, I'm sure everyone's lost
his or her temper, but—

Ever lost yours with a knife?

Am I being too vague?

Have you ever lost your temper with a knife

with your 9-year-old daughter?

–No.
–No. Gee.

For someone with such a strong obligation

to tell the truth under oath,
that answer surprises me.

Did you not threaten
your 9-year-old daughter

with a knife after she spilled grape juice
on your new living room carpet?

I snapped at her while
I had a knife in my hand.

Wasn't it more like
you were watching television,

she spilled the juice,
you flew into a rage,

went into the kitchen,
returned with paper towels

and the knife and threatened her?

Wasn't it more like that?

I never threatened her with a knife.

A few minutes ago in that witness room,

you indicated to me
that you had now reached the conclusion

that your husband had resumed
his affair with Ms Ghoulet.

Did you not?
–Yes.

In truth, you reached
that conclusion a week before the murder

when Ms Ghoulet told you
the affair was back on, right?

This time, you picked up the knife
and threatened your husband.

No.

You told him you would
kill him, didn't you?

No.

Then you said you'd think of
something even better than killing him,

didn't you, Phoebe?
–No.

You testified that Robert
took a sleeping pill that night.

Did he unknowingly take
two or three extra,

maybe in his wine?
–That's ridiculous.

You were driving the car that pulled into Ms
Ghoulet's driveway that night,

and you gave her the injection
that killed her,

knowing full well the police
would suspect him.

–Your honor, this is—
–Sit down, Mr Betts.

And you didn't just frame him
and bury him at trial.

You added the indignity of having
an old boyfriend be part of the equation.

One might find that to be a little sick.

You know, he is the sick one.

And he has concocted this fantastic tale…

to get away with murder.

You don't look well, Phoebe.

You're diabetic.

How do you get your insulin?

Injections.

Pretty good with needles then.

Spectacular performance.

But I must say, I'm not surprised.

Mr Shore is legendary

for his stunts and spellbinding maneuvers

that no doubt dazzle his audiences, but—

–I object to my sex life being introduced—
–Mr Shore.

You see? This is what he does.

He distracts, he uses sleight of hand,

he manipulates. But all of these ploys…

they come from desperation.

All the physical evidence points
to the doctor,

and it took the expertise of a doctor to make
it look like a heart attack, didn't it?

The doctor was romantically involved
with the victim.

The doctor is the one
who threatened the victim.

Mr Shore had no choice but
to reach into his magic hat

and grope for something

that he could pass off as reasonable doubt.

Well…

there's desperation and there is…
desperation.

Let's all get real.

I wouldn't even know where
to begin to get real.

It's so hard to believe

that any of this could possibly be real.

It's so implausible,

so fantastic, so utterly…

Phoebe.

Whether she suddenly chose
to bury her husband while on the stand,

or whether it was part of some
master plot, I don't know.

But she buried him.

There is no disputing that.

This crime was executed
with machiavellian efficiency

by a woman who not only
had plenty of motive,

but is also quite handy with needles.

True, there was no forensic evidence

to prove she was at the scene,

but you heard the detective.

He said the house was,
“conspicuously meticulous.”

It had been cleaned up.

Could Phoebe Prentice have known
about the drug succinylcholine?

Why not? Her husband is a doctor.

Their house is full of medical books.

There's all kinds of evidence against her,

but the truth is, it doesn't matter,

because you saw all you needed
to in her testimony.

You saw it in her eyes,
you heard it in her voice,

and you know…

she did it.

Phoebe Prentice killed the woman
her husband was sleeping with

and framed her cheating husband
in the process.

Perfect crime.

Almost.

Almost.

Okay.

Madam foreperson,

the jury has reached a unanimous verdict?

We have, your honor.

The defendant will please rise.

What say you?

“In the matter of the Commonwealth of
Massachusetts vs Robert L. Brooks,

”on the charge of murder in the first degree,

”we find the defendant Robert Brooks

not guilty.”

My advice to you, Dr Brooks,

if you have out-of-town relatives…

the press here does
not figure to let up for a while.

No doubt your wife has left town.

Well, I, uh, I suppose a, uh,
a huge thank-you would be in order.

–I suppose.
–Thank you.

Can't say that you were everything Phoebe
built you up to be,

but, uh, you were close.

Did you really not suspect
that she'd left the house that night?

I never left the house, Alan.

When you told me
that I was the whole defense

and that I wasn't persuasive,

I… decided on another tack…

incriminating my husband in a way

that would make me seem guilty.

Do you really think that
I would threaten my own child with a knife?

Come on.

We had to make up a few things,

give you something to get her with.

I never got the call
from the victim telling me about the affair,

I never told Robert I was gonna kill him,

and… I never left the house that night.

You were very convincing.

You might have been too convincing.

You're now almost certain to be arrested
and charged with the crime.

I can risk that…

since there's no evidence
of me committing it because I didn't.

And if need be, Robert can
always set the record straight.

He's protected now
by double jeopardy, so…

–There's still perjury.
–Who committed perjury?

He never testified, and I never lied.

You'll remember
that I denied all of your accusations.

In fact, the only one

who tried to introduce
false evidence was you.

It was never my intent
to play it this way.

I…

my plan was simply to be his alibi,

but then when you said
that I wasn't persuasive…

I'm sorry.

You should leave now.

The truth is, I never deceived you.

You told me he was innocent.

But you weren't deceived, were you?

Two other things I told you…

keeping my family together
whatever the cost…

was everything to me…

and that at the end, I would be…

walking away with Robert.

I was very clear on that.

There's gotta be a way to turn them in.

We could.

Get disbarred…

go fishing…

retire to stud.

You know, Alan, you gotta tip your hat.

She fooled everybody, including us.

I am not… tipping my hat.

This is one of those times I'm lucky
to be unlucky in love.

I'll bet you're lucky at cards.

Let's go to Vegas.

I'm trying to cheer you up.

Alan…

the thing you have to realize,
and someday you will,

a person only has
one true love in his life.

Like it or not, your true love…

is me.

We may not have sex,

but ours is an affair of the heart.

And we do spoon well.

And I make you smile.

Yes, you do.

Sleepover?

–Oh, forget it.
–What?

Just forget it.

I knew he did it all along, you know?

–Did you now?
–And she was playing you.

–Why didn't you tell me?
–You had to discover it for yourself.

Like Dorothy and the ruby slippers.

Exactly.

I had a dream once I did Dorothy…

and the lullaby league girls.

Do you think they're of age?

I wouldn't know.

Dwarves love group sex, you know?

I'm not listening.

I should give Bethany a call.

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