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[indistinct chatter]

[Judge Wilcox] People v. Tureen.

Hoages. Solicitation?

An assault and battery
on an officer, Your Honor.

[Judge Wilcox] Have Judge Reed
handle this, Brigman.

He's something of an expert
in these matters.

I'm ADA Searls.
I have the Lopez case.

-It's up next.
-[gavel bangs]

Next up, People v. Barney.

Your Honor, I'm gonna be
asking for a sequestered jury
on this case.

Just got back into town.
I barely remember this.

-[Judge Wilcox] Order!
-Oh, I'm just an intern,

but I did type up
a summary sheet.

-[Judge Wilcox] Not likely,
Mr Brigman.
-You're kidding.

B&E on a liquor store,
Concord and 14th.

-Defendant entered with a .38.
-Witnesses, there were two.

Hector Gonzalez
and Julian Stang.

-Oh.
-[gavel bangs]

Both subpoenaed.

People v. Lopez, Jose.

Searls, front and center.

You're tan, Mr. Searls.
Vacation?

Mexico. Sir,
the people request--

I know what you're requesting,
Mr. Searls.

I have a motion
from your office to delay.

However, this matter
will go to trial come Friday,
come hell or high water.

Sir, the people are ready.

I've thoroughly reviewed
this case.

My witnesses, Mr. Gonzalez,
Mr. Stang, have been subpoenaed.

It's a B&E with intent, sir.

We should need about three days.

Preparedness, Mr. Searls.

That's the key to running
a well-oiled machine.

Courtroom 104, 0900,
Friday morning.

Carry on.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Didn't I meet you
somewhere before,

like in the snow with a keg
of brandy around your neck?

-Thank you.
-[Judge Wilcox] Next matter.

-My pleasure.
-People v. Lowenstein.

Indecency, lewdness.

-How was your vacation?
-It was great.

-Hmm?
-Hmm.

-Was it hot?
-Hot?

Uh, yeah, I mean,
I love Mexico.

-It's got history, culture--
-Romance.

Romance? Uh, yeah.

-Listen, I was thinking...
-So was I.

[clears throat] Searls.

Wait a minute.

Maybe we can talk
about this over lunch?

Hey, buddy, can I have
a moment of your time?

Excuse me just a minute.

What are you doing?

Do you have any idea
who that nubile creature
is over there?

I was working on it.

Her name is Georgine Wilcox.

As in, Judge Wilcox's daughter.

Now, extraordinary
a creature, though, she is,

I think in your case,
Christopher Searls,
she is forbidden fruit.

And if you even think
about tasting it, you can
kiss your career goodbye.

Wilcox will have you
prosecuting traffic tickets

for the next ten years...
if you're lucky.

The thing about
forbidden fruit...

it's the sweetest.

♪Living in a real world♪

♪We try to rise above♪

♪All we see, searching for
something to believe♪

♪One day, you'll find
you can make a life♪

♪That's worth living through♪

♪If you are living
for the truth♪

♪All that we're trying
to win♪

♪Feels like a mountain
to climb♪

♪We can make it over
over time♪

♪Hold on♪

♪Hold on♪

♪We can make it over
over time♪

♪Hold on♪

♪Hold on♪

♪We can make it over
over time♪♪

Aren't you gonna
be late, Katie?

No way, Mom.

-[Gene] Jess?
-In here.

-I'm gone.
-Okay.

Oh, honey, wait a minute.
Uh, the dinner party

at Box on Friday night,
is it real dressy?

Um... I don't know.

Might be.

Thank you
for the definitive answer.

I could wear my blue dress,
you know, the one I wore
to our anniversary.

-Or I could buy a new one.
-Nice try, Mom.

Uh, I'll always love
that blue dress.

-Uh-huh.
-I'll talk to Arnold.

Well, he won't know.
Have him ask Claire.

Okay. Brian, wait up.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Have a good day at school.

I'm dropping off the giveaways
at the shelter today.

Are these yours?

Katie, you begged me
to buy you this blouse.

-What's it doing in here?
-I gotta go, Mom.

No, no, no, no.
Wait a minute.

I want an explanation.
What's going on?

Nothing's going on.

Then why are you
giving away
a new blouse?

Mom, why do you have
to make such a big deal
about everything?

You told me I didn't
have to wear anything
that I didn't like.

Like? You loved this blouse.
Now, I want to know why.

Just that some gang kids
outside our school
wear blue is all.

-Gangs?
-Gangs, yeah.

We're not allowed
to wear red, which is
what the other gang wears.

Well, when did
all this happen?

Mom, just chill out
for a minute.

[sighs]

This woman knew exactly
what she was doing.

She'd slept in the same bed
with her ex-husband
for 21 years.

She went to his house.
She killed him and his new wife.

Marla Prentiss was angry,
not insane.

She's going
to take the stand.

She's gonna be
a very sympathetic witness.

A poor, lonely housewife
whose husband cheated on her,

then married
a much younger woman.

-How's she gonna look
on the stand?
-Perfectly normal.

Insane doesn't mean having
to drool all over yourself

and wear your underwear
outside your clothes.

She bought a gun.

To kill herself
in front of them.

No, she had it all planned.
She went to see a shrink--

She was depressed
over the divorce.

Any woman in America
could relate to that.

And your jury is mostly women,
middle-aged women.

Right. But this woman
shot her ex-husband,

killed his new wife,
then walked to
the back of the car

and wrote "just married"
in bright red lipstick
on the trunk.

But a classic murderer
tries to not leave evidence.

Then why did she leave
the scene of the crime?

She may be crazy,
but she's not stupid.

[Mike] Were you in the habit
of going to the club
on Friday nights?

Even when I was married
to Marla,

it was just
sort of a tradition
in my family.

And what happened
after you got home
from the club that evening?

I pulled the car
into the garage
around 11:00.

I can remember Virginia
being... very happy.

She was really
in a great mood
that night.

It was very dark
in the garage.

Then someone...
suddenly stepped in front
of my headlights.

And it was Marla.
She... she had a gun.

She was pointing it at us.

Virginia grabbed my arm.
I started to yell something.

I don't... I don't even
remember what. [sighs]

Suddenly, Marla just
began firing at us.

And where were you
and Virginia struck?

I was struck
in the shoulder and here.

And Virginia was hit once
in the chest.

And do you remember
anything after that?

I was in a lot of pain.

Virginia's head was slumped
to the side.

Her eyes were wide open.
She was staring.

She was dead already.

And where was Marla?

[sighs] I don't know.
I-I passed out.

[Mike] No further questions.

Would it be fair to say
that during your divorce
from Marla Prentiss

that your relationship
was retaliatory in nature?

You know, all I did
was ask for a divorce.

If anyone turned this into
something retaliatory, she did.

Really? Weren't you the one
who had her arrested
in front of her children?

Yes, I did.

After she went after
a piece of art worth $5,000
with a knife.

And after that arrest,
you tried to gain custody

of the children by declaring
her an unfit mother.
Isn't that so?

Yes.

Because I thought the kids
were much better off
with me and Virginia.

And you further insisted
on selling the house.

That was per court order.

And she got half the proceeds.

She begged you
to keep the house.

She said that she would
take out a second mortgage

so that she could pay you
your share, didn't she?

[Jason] I don't recall.

-You could have agreed.
-No.

No, I felt it better
that we sell the house.

Do you recognize this card,
Mr. Prentiss?

Yes, that's a Christmas card
Virginia and I sent out.

You sent that card
to your ex-wife,
Marla, didn't you?

No, I don't recall that.

In fact, you sent
that Christmas card

with a photo of your new wife
in your new home

with her children gathered
around the fireplace

when you knew
that Marla would be spending

that Christmas alone,
didn't you?

I guess so.

There's an inscription
on the card

in your handwriting, sir.

Would you read it
for us, please?

[inhales sharply]

Uh...

Mr. Prentiss.

"Ho, ho, ho.
Look what you're missing,

Merry Christmas
from a real family."

Weren't you really trying
to slowly drive Marla

-out of her mind...
-Objection.

...by belittling her,
humiliating her,
by reminding her

of everything you had
tried to take away from her?

-Your Honor.
-Overruled.

He may answer.

I did not drive her insane.

She is not insane, period!

But she is calculating.

She is consumed with hatred.

[Judge Naisbett] Mr. Prentiss,
that will be all.

You know, I am not--
I am not on trial here.

She is!

She murdered Virginia.

She pulled the trigger.

Did she, Mr. Prentiss...

or did you help her?

[pensive music playing]

No, I never thought
that I'd prosecute rapists
for a living.

But I do feel as though
I'm doing something important,

not just in making sure
that the men who commit

the crimes are punished,
but that the women,

the victims, understand that
there is someone who cares.

[Maggie] Mmm.

-That's it. Good.
-[Linda sighs]

Thanks, Linda.

Was that okay?

I can always count on you.

You're the most reliable
soundbite in the city.

So what do you do next?

I have to, um,
shoot my stand-up down
at the Rape Crisis Center.

I'm on with this
until five o'clock.

How much of this
are you actually
going to use?

-20 seconds.
-20 seconds?

Didn't Andy Warhol say
everybody's famous
for 15 minutes?

Thanks. Well,
Andy wouldn't have cut it
with my news director,

who I have to call
right now.

-I'll see you.
-Hang on.

Mike, I'd like you
to meet someone.

This is Maggie Mayfield
from Channel 5.

Yeah, I know. I've, uh...
I've seen you.

-You look great.
-Thank you.

You're welcome.

So how'd it go?

-Good.
-Yeah?

Good. A great subject.

Thanks. Mike is
our senior trial attorney.

-Really?
-Yeah.

And, uh, unfortunately,
you'll have to excuse me,

I'm due in court.
Nice meeting you.

-See you, Mike.
-Bye.

Bye.

Hmm... He seems like
a real nice guy.

Yeah, he is. He's the best.

Single?

Christopher.

Oh, Georgine.

Don't you just
love it up here?

All these profound opinions.

Holmes, Gordozo,
Learned Hand. [chuckles]

That's quite a name
for a jurist, huh?

Learned Hand?

Conjures up all sorts
of images, doesn't it?

Yeah, what's the topic?

Search and seizure.

Hmm, it's, uh,
pretty dry stuff.

Depends on the area.

And take, for instance...

areas exposed to the public.

Yeah, I guess so.

Or how about stop and frisk?

Seizures of the person.

Emergency intrusions.

Abandonment.

Consent.

-[books thudding]
-[both gasp]

Georgine...

I think we better not talk
about law again.

The law will set you free,
Christopher.

What, then,
was your diagnosis,
Dr. Telander?

Mrs. Prentiss suffered
a psychotic episode

triggered by severe
depression and distress.

So is it your testimony, then,
based on the hours of therapy

that Mrs. Prentiss
engaged in with you,

that she was,
in fact, mentally ill
at the time of this incident?

[Dr. Telander] Yes.

She had no control
over her actions.

She didn't understand the nature
of what she was doing.

Thank you, Doctor.
No further questions.

Isn't it a fact, Dr. Telander,
that Marla Prentiss

first became your patient
only six weeks before
the shooting took place?

[Dr. Telander] That's correct.

And when you first began
to treat her, Doctor,

was Marla Prentiss mentally ill?

Let's just say
it got worse as time went on.

Really?

Then, in fact,
what you're saying, Doctor,

is that Marla Prentiss'
mental illness worsened

as the date she had decided
to kill her ex-husband...

-and new wife approached...
-Objection No foundation!

...so that she could literally
get away with murder!

Mr. James, that's enough.

I'll sustain
Miss Davis-Sloan's objection.

Dr. Telander, why did
Marla Prentiss choose you

as her doctor?

-I'm not sure I follow.
-Come on, Doctor,
don't be modest.

I mean, you are
a well-known figure
in the psychiatric community.

As a matter of fact,
you are a well-known
forensic psychiatrist,

which means
you are one of only
a handful of doctors

who testify at trials.

-That's correct, but--
-[Mike] At how many trials

have you, in fact, testified?

Many.

Thirty seven...

in the last five years.

Isn't that correct?

Or at least...

it says so...

in this article
published about you
in the newspaper.

If that's what it says.

And in those 37 trials, Doctor,

how many of your patients,
for whom you testified
in your expert opinion,

were mentally ill?

All of them.

[Mike] All of them.

Thank you, Doctor.

Oh, uh, one more thing.

You were paid $1,500
to come here today to testify

by Marla Prentiss,
were you not?

That's my fee.

She didn't pay you that
to come here to say
that she was sane.

-Objection.
-[Mike] Did she?

Withdrawn. Nothing further.

-[indistinct chattering]
-Reynolds, you cut first period.

I'm on to you.

Let's keep it PG there.

[bell ringing]

Crowd, I want to see you
inside that assembly right now.

Front row, go, go, go, go, go.

-Mr. Steinman?
-Uh, yes?

Hi, I'm Jesse Rogan.

My daughter, Katie,
is in Mrs. Thomas'
seventh grade class.

-Glad to meet you.
-Nice to meet you.

What brings you to Madison?

Our daughter has been telling me
that there are gang kids here.

-And I was just wondering
if that's true.
-Well, I'm afraid it is.

There have been some
gang members hanging around
outside the school.

I can't believe that.

Here, at Madison Junior
High School?

What are you doing about it?

Now, Mrs. Rogan, so far
there are no gang members
inside the school.

We're watching
the ones outside.

If they do anything
that looks like it's illegal,
we call the cops.

And what do the cops do?

If we're lucky, they come over
and scare 'em away.

-[girl shouting]
-But the kids
do come back later.

The police have to be able
to do more than that.

The police have
more serious things
to worry about

than kids dressed
in blue hanging around
outside our school.

What are we supposed
to do about it?

Wait around until
some serious crime happens,

until a kid gets hurt or shot?

We are doing the best we can.
And that's all we can do.

I wish I could be
more reassuring.

-[bell ringing]
-Oh, I'm sorry.

-Stop messing with me.
-I have an assembly.

Hey! I have an assembly
I have to go to.

I'd be glad to make
an appointment with you
if you'd like to discuss this.

-[clattering]
-Hey, break it up.

[hip hop music
indistinctly playing]

-[gangster] Aw, man.
-[laughter, clattering]

This is for Cam.

This is for Cam.
Check it out.

Woo-hoo!

Aw, man.

-Yo, mama, what's up?
-Let's call D up.

-[indistinct chatter]
-[laughter]

[gangster] Man,
I got a little something
for you, man.

[laughter] Oh, man.

[indistinct chatter]

[car engine starts]

[laughter]

[indistinct chattering]

[Mike] Elizabeth.

They gave this to me
outside my school.

What?

It says I'm commanded
to appear.

-I can go to jail.
-Where the hell
have you been?

You were supposed
to be here yesterday
to testify for me.

What are you going to do?
Have me arrested,
like you did Mom?

-No, I'm not-- no.
-Wait a minute.

-I'm begging you please
don't let him turn you--
-I'm not gonna testify.

-You've got to testify.
-[overlapping voices]

Get her out now,
this is my witness.

-I'll handle it.
-You didn't handle it.

Guard, remove this woman
from the corridor.

This is my defendant.
This is my witness.

-She shot her.
She shot Virginia.
-[screaming] Stop it! Stop it!

-This really isn't necessary.
-Would you stop hurting her?

-All right. Elizabeth,
all right. Wait!
-Stop it!

All right, come on.
I'm sorry, Elizabeth.

It's okay. It's all right.
Just calm down.

You all right?

Thank you.

Elizabeth, I'm sorry.
I didn't...

I didn't know
about the subpoena.

I thought that you wanted
to testify for your father.

I was going to.

She's my mom.

Your testimony could be
crucial to this case.

-We-- we need it.
-I don't care.

I can't take it anymore,
any of it.

They're both horrible,
and they don't care about me.

Just go.

-Just go.
-[Jason] Elizabeth.

Wait a minute.
You can't let her walk.

-We need her testimony.
-Just back off.

-You are my lawyer.
-Get this straight.

I am not your lawyer.
You are not my client.
I am not your friend.

-[elevator bell dings]
-James.

I want to talk to you. James!

Something you want to tell me?

Would you ever use this?

$1.98 lipstick.

Are you kidding?

This doesn't come in shades.
It comes in flavors.

It's the same kind
that Marla Prentiss

used to write on the trunk
of her ex-husband's car
after the shooting.

God, that woman's
not only deadly,
she's got no taste.

No. She knows good stuff
from the bad stuff.

Hmm. Yeah, it's funny.

Usually teenagers
buy this kind of thing.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

So... what's up?

Maggie.

-Maggie.
-Maggie Mayfield.

I think
you should ask her out.

-Would you like some coffee?
-No, listen to me.

-You should ask her
out on a date.
-Linda.

What? Oh, Mike,
she's a terrific girl.

Your timing's a bit off.

-Why?
-Well, this case,
for one thing.

I mean, two people
meet each other.

They fall in love.
They live together.

They build a home.
They have two children.

And then they proceed
to tear one another to shreds.

-I may become a monk.
-[chuckles]

Nah, no, no, no. Pay is lousy.
The hours are ungodly.

You'd have to put
all your suits
in mothballs.

[both laugh]

Maggie Mayfield,
Channel 5 Late News.

Check it out.

[Marla] I dropped out of college
when I first met him.

He wanted to get married
right away, start a family.

He became my whole life.

Every minute of every day
for the last 21 years,

I've spent thinking
of what I could do to...

make our home
more comfortable for him,

help him with his business,
be a better mother
to our children.

Did you have any time
to pursue anything for yourself?

No, but there were always
business dinners to make,

parties to go to with him.

I mean, my friends
were his friends,
his business associates.

It was all for Jason.

And what happened
when Jason met Virginia?

He changed.

I knew he was seeing her
from the start.

When I asked him,
he admitted it.

He laughed.

He told me...

that sex had never
been good between us.

That with Virginia...

And after that,
he filed for divorce.

[Marla] Yes.

He proceeded to take
everything and everyone

that meant something to me
away from me.

It was more than the house
and the credit cards.

He turned my children
against me.

He told them that
I didn't really love them,

that I wanted custody of them
out of revenge.

I lost all my friends.

The things that
we'd all do together,

they'd do with him
and his new wife.

So what did you decide to do?

Kill myself.

I didn't want to face
another day without him.

But I wanted him to see
what he had done to me.

I was in that garage
that night when they pulled in.

I was bringing
the gun up to my head,

and I heard him
screaming at me.

He called me
a crazy old bitch.

Marla, do you remember
pointing the gun at him?

All I remember
is the gun going off.

And it wouldn't stop.

And some screaming.

I think Jason was saying
that Virginia was dead.

Nothing further.

[Mike clears throat]

Two weeks before you shot Jason
and murdered Virginia Prentiss,

you purchased a gun.

Yes.

And you decided to use
that gun to kill yourself.
Is that correct?

Yes.

And knowing that
you would kill yourself,

you wrote a suicide note?

No. I wasn't thinking--

You said goodbye
to your children?

You left out
your important papers?

Will?

Safe deposit key?

I was so upset. I didn't know
what I was doing that day.

But you knew enough
to park the car
on another street

when you went
to your husband's house.

I didn't want them to know
that I was there.

He might have driven away.

And you purchased
some bright red,
cheap $1.98 lipstick

for the specific purpose
of writing a message

to your ex-husband and his wife
on the trunk of their car.

-I was going to write a note.
-After you killed yourself?

I'm telling you,
I was not in my right mind.

All I wanted to do was
put that gun to my head
and end my life.

Don't you see?

Without Jason, I had no life.

I was nothing.

I was nobody.

But I used to be
Mrs. Jason Prentiss.

[dramatic music playing]

Go.

Katie, listen,
I forgot to tell you--

Please do not pick me up
after school today.

Listen, Katie,
I care about your safety,
and I want to drive you.

I wish I'd burned the blouse.

Do you know
how embarrassing this is?

-I'd rather you be embarrassed--
-I can't talk about this now.

I just can't.
Don't pick me up, okay?

[hip hop music
playing indistinctly]

[indistinct chattering]

[gangster] Yeah,
right on, right on.

[Jesse] Hey!

You kids go to school here?

Then go, now!

-What's your problem, lady?
-You don't belong here.

There's a law that says
that you should be in school.

-[laughing]
-Like maybe she wants
to call the cops.

-Step on it, love!
-Hey, you know,
you wanna use my phone?

Better yet,
would you just dial 911,

'cause it ain't no shame
not gangbangin'.
What's up with that?

Don't... don't do that.

I said don't do that.

[arguing indistinctly]

Don't!

-What's up with that?
-Hey, where you going?

Where you going?

[laughing]

[car engine starts]

[clears throat] Judge Wilcox?

Judge?

-[door closes]
-Georgine!

Where's your dad?

I don't know.
Home, I guess.

I got this message...
to meet him here.

[slow music plays]

Oh.

No, Georgine. This is
your father's chambers.

The inner sanctum.

Listen, I just remembered,
I gotta go water my ficus.

What's wrong?
Are you afraid of Daddy?

Afraid of daddy?

Don't you want me?

Don't you like me?

No.

I don't want you.
I don't like you.

[Georgine] I don't believe you.

Oh, my God.

Nothing.

I feel nothing.

Prove it.

Huh?

Come over here
and kiss me.

And if you truly feel nothing,
then go.

[door handle rattles]

All right.

Let me get this straight. Uh...

I come over there.

Uh... I kiss you there.

I feel nothing.

I go.

Hmm.

All right.

God help me.

-[Georgine moans]
-[objects clatter]

Twenty-three years ago,

a beautiful young woman
met and married
the man of her dreams.

She stood before the altar,
and she promised to love,

and she promised to cherish,
and to forsake all others.

And she did.

That young woman
was Marla Prentiss.

Marla spent the next
two decades of her life

nurturing her children

and helping her husband
climb the ladder of success.

She had little time for herself,
for her own wants,

for her own needs.

Then, one day,
Jason walked into the kitchen...

and he told her

that he didn't love her
anymore...

that there was someone else,

someone younger,

someone more beautiful,

someone able to satisfy him
in a way that she never could,

like a piece of garbage
that you carelessly toss away.

Jason Prentiss
threw away his wife.

But Jason didn't stop there.

He proceeded to strip Marla

of everything she knew
and loved,

her marriage,
her savings, her house,

the very house that she had
spent a lifetime making a home.

And Jason Prentiss
didn't stop there.

He took away her friends,
and he took away her children.

Is it any wonder...

that Marla Prentiss
cracked under the strain?

Who here could expect
anything less?

Jason Prentiss
left her with nothing,

not even her sanity.

Mr. James?

50% of the marriages
in this country end in divorce.

They do not end in murder.

That Marla Prentiss
brutally shot down her husband

and murdered Virginia Prentiss
is beyond question.

It happened.
She admitted it.

But, she says,

it shouldn't count against her
because she was insane...

the type of insanity
that she could turn on and off

at her convenience.

Marla Prentiss was not insane
during her marriage.

She was not insane
the day of the murder.

She is not insane now.
No, she says.

She was only insane
for one brief moment.

Her ex-husband
used the wrong words,

so she shot him and his wife
instead of herself.

I submit to you that, at best,
this is a crime of passion.

At worst, it is murder,
planned and deliberate,

and not one
triggered by insanity.

Marla Prentiss
created a paper trail
of psychiatric care.

She bought a gun.
She laid in wait.

She brutally murdered
Virginia Prentiss.

Now, you must
hold her responsible.

Neither party behaved...

in this divorce in a way
to be applauded.

It was brutal and vicious
on both parts.

But no matter how you
might want to sympathize

with Marla Prentiss
and the pain that she endured

during that trying time,
you cannot,

you must not condone...

cold-blooded murder.

-[door slams]
-[telephone ringing]

My, a little, uh,
jumpy today, are we?

I don't wanna talk about it.

Uh, can you help me
with this end, please?

Uh, yeah.

Talk about, uh, what?

-Georgine Wilcox?
-What do you know?

I don't know anything, not yet.

You didn't.

[sighs]

She overcame my defenses.

The pride of Newcombe Wilcox?

Conceived, no doubt,
by the rocket's red glare?

Why did I go to his chambers?

Why?

You did this
in chambers, Searls?

You did this
in Daddy's chambers?

Oh, this is too much.

This is explosive.
This is incendiary.

-Listen, nobody knows.
-Shh, shh.

[whispers] I don't think
anybody knows.

-God, I hope nobody knows.
-[speaker buzzes]

[woman on speaker]
Searls,
Judge Wilcox wants to see you
at two o'clock in his chambers.

In his chambers.

I'm a dead man.

Well, maybe not.

At least he didn't ask
to see you at dawn.

[imitates gunshot]

[Judge Wilcox] Searls, how long
have we known each other?

I'd say about six years,
uh, from the beginning
of my career, sir.

I've always felt
that I could trust you,
that you were trustworthy.

Thank you, sir.

A man's not a man
until he can be trusted.

Implicitly.

With life, possessions, family.

-Listen, sir--
-Something happened
in here, Searls.

-In here, sir?
-Something was violated.

Something that I hold sacred.

-Something precious.
-Your Honor, I can explain.

-My daughter told me.
-Oh, geez.

-Your Honor, I never meant to--
-She told me it was an accident.

That's right, sir.
It was an accident.

-It was a horrible accident.
-How it was broken.

It'll never happen again, sir!

Broken, sir?

My grenade.

Your grenade, sir?

A present from the general.

-Inscribed.
-[chuckles softly]

Irreplaceable.

I am so sorry
about your grenade, sir.

I, uh, forgive me. I...
I'll get you a new one.

Get ahold of yourself, son.

It's all right.
You've admitted
the wrongdoing.

-That's enough for me.
-Thank you.

-Thank you, sir.
-That'll be all.

By the way...

what were you and Georgine
doing in here anyway?

We were just...

admiring your memorabilia, sir.

Dismissed.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Judge Naisbett]
Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

-have you reached a verdict?
-We have, Your Honor.

[Judge Naisbett]
What is the verdict?

We, the jury,
find the defendant,
Marla Prentiss,

not guilty
by reason of insanity.

[indistinct chatter]

Your Honor, in light
of the verdict of people,

I'll ask the defendant be held
for transfer to the Department
of Mental Health.

So ordered.

The defendant
is remanded to the county
mental health facility.

Ladies and gentlemen of
the jury, you are excused.

Thank you for your service.

We are in adjournment.

Congratulations.

She shot two people, James.

Is that how
the law protects us?

[Mike] They're not gonna
let her go.

They will. They really will.

She deserved
the death penalty.

She should be killed
just like she killed Virginia.

-Mr. Prentiss--
-Let me tell you who
the real victims are.

Me. Me and Virginia.

-You weren't the only ones.
-That's who it is.

I feel sorry for you,
Mr. Prentiss.

I feel sorry
for the whole lot of you.

Just for the record,
Mr. James,

I believe that the article
said that Dr. Telander
testified in 57 cases,

not 37.

-[indistinct chatter]
-[Arnold] Okay, Jesse.

Lincoln County
wants a DA who works.

Maybe I should try
a case myself.

What do you think, Gene?

That's certainly an idea.

Oh, would you listen to him
and answer like that?

Maybe he should run, not me.

Relax, Arnold.
You're up 12 points.

If they ever make
police commissioner
an elected position,

you will be singing
a different tune, Frank.

-[Jesse] Will you be
campaigning too, Claire?
-[Claire laughs]

I wouldn't miss a chance
to visit all those nursing homes
for the world.

Yeah, you see,
Claire's idea is for me

to do a couple
of TV commercials
and stay at home.

-That worked for Reagan.
-That's national politics, Gene.

Down here in the precincts,
they like to touch somebody.

I wish they'd touch
someone else.

Come on, everyone,
sit down. Relax.

Sit.

Patrick Buchanan
is already out
pressing the flesh.

Yeah, well,
there's one thing I hate,

and that's running
against someone
with a long Irish name.

He's always coming out
with these damn Bible quotes.

An Irishman
quoting the Bible running
a law-and-order campaign?

-That's dirty politics.
-You're damn straight,
and it's a crock,

'cause you won't find anyone
more ready to be tough on crime

-than the guys in this room.
-Is that so?

Well, I mean, I can't
speak for your husband,

but Frank and I are
ready to kick some tail
and take some names.

Good. You can start
at my daughter's school.

Jesse, I don't really think
this is the place for that.

No, Gene, Gene, please.
Jesse has something
on her mind.

-I'd like to hear it.
-Thank you, Arnold.

Our daughter cannot wear
her favorite clothes to school

because they happen
to be gang colors.

Now, there is a gang
selling drugs at that school

-to 7th and 8th graders.
-What?

-Yes.
-[Claire] It's terrible, Jesse.

You should talk
to someone about it.

I am talking
to someone about it, Claire.

Arnold is the DA. Frank's
the police commissioner.

Come on, Arnold,
what do you say?

This is your chance.
I'm a voter.

Promise me something.

Yes. She's a voter.

I can't deny that.

Jesse.

[clicks tongue]

Excuse me.

I'll be right back.

Jesse, what is going on?

Why didn't you tell me this?

What is this about drugs
being sold to the 7th graders?
How do you know this?

Because I know.
You haven't seen it.

I've been to that school,
and I've seen what they can do.

-And I'm scared.
-What do you mean,

you've seen
what they can do?

Jesse, talk to me.
What happened?

Oh, nothing.

-What happened?
-Nothing happened.

Jesse, come on.

God, I'm starting to sound
just like Katie.

What happened was, yesterday,
after I dropped her off,

I saw these gang members,
the same ones
that I'd seen the day before.

-And so I got out of my car--
-You got out of your car?

Jesse, these kids carry guns.

And beepers and phones,
too, Gene.

Their business is drugs.

-Did they hurt you?
-No.

-Are you okay?
-I know it wasn't smart of me,

but I just kept thinking
about our daughter.

She has to walk by these kids,
the same ones, every day.

You should have
seen them, Gene.

Their faces and the way
that they look at you.

It's awful.

[crying] I just want our kids
to be safe, you know?

I know.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I made
a scene in there, you know?

-I didn't mean to.
-Hey, hey.

That's okay.

What you said was right.

[Jesse sniffles]

I love you.

[telephone ringing]

[phone line ringing]

[Maggie]
Hi. This is Maggie,
and I'm not here right now.

But if you leave your name
and number at the sound
of the tone,

I'll call you right back.

[beeps]

Hello, Maggie.

Um... This is Mike James.

[theme song playing]

[roaring]