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In the criminal
justice system,

the people are represented
by two separate
yet equally important groups,

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

My stomach hurts.

You've already
stayed home
twice this week.

I'm not kidding.
It really hurts.

Dr. Waldstein's
got a new medicine
for stomachaches.

Only if it comes
in bubble gum.

It comes in one of
his extra-long needles.
You won't taste a thing.

Guess what, Mom?
I think I feel
a little bit better now.

Hello?

Joyce?

We're gonna
be late again.

Hello?

Oh, my God!
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

Mommy!

We're gonna
get you help, Jenna.
You're gonna be okay.

Baby, hold on, hold on.

The deceased woman's
Joyce Weber, 43.
Her son Billy is 10.

EMS took the daughter
over to St. Vincent's.

It's weird. No forced entry.
All the windows
locked from the inside.

You got a make
on a weapon?

.22 shell casings
on the floor.

The coroner figures
it happened
around midnight.

Body positions say
they were fast asleep.

Yeah, well,
if you got to go...

Foyer closet was open.
This was on the floor.

It looks like
a jewelry box.

Motive,
that's a good thing.
Dust it.

Lennie, this is Laura Cochran,
Joyce Weber's sister.
She called it in.

I'm sorry.

What brought you here
this morning,
Mrs. Cochran?

I was gonna walk
the boys to school.
Joyce and I alternated days.

I can't believe
my son had to see this.

Well, there are specialists
that can help.
I can give you a name.

Did anyone tell Ron yet?

Was Mr. Weber usually here
when you arrived
in the mornings?

Unless he's out of town
on business.
Joyce didn't mention.

I should be with my son.

Okay. Here, take this.
We'll be in touch. Thanks.

Joyce and Billy gone...
This is gonna kill Ron.

Or vice versa.

My dad, did you find him?

We called his office
this morning.
He didn't show up.

Oh, my God.
They killed him, too.

"They"?

Whoever did this.

Did you see your father
last night?

I was out.
I think he was working late.

He had a presentation
or something.

Jenna, tell me,
do you remember anything
about last night?

I was sleeping.

The door to the house,
do you remember
if it was locked?

I came home
from The Red Onion
around 11:00.

I'm sure I locked it.

Why would anyone
do this to us?

We found a jewelry box on
the floor in the hall closet.
It was empty.

My mother's jewelry.

Please find my dad.
You have to find him.

Fifteen years of marriage,
and the only time my husband
ever disappeared

was after
a major blow-out.

You think it was Mr. Weber?

Why not? The wife takes
a couple of .22s, the first
stop is usually hubby.

But not sonny.
If Weber wanted the jewels,
there are easier ways.

You never heard of somebody
staging a break-in? I mean,
the guy's still missing.

There's no sign
of forced entry.

The family didn't
even wake up.

It sure looks like
whoever did this
had a key.

What about the wife's sister?
She let herself in.

Yeah, she also
had an apartment

full of her husband's
business associates
until 2:00 a.m.

The girl was
at some preppie bar
on First Avenue.

Maybe somebody
followed her home.

Check it out.

This is unbelievable.
She was just with us
last night.

Is she gonna make it?

It looks good.

Thank God.

Were any of you
at the bar when she left?

Yeah, we were all there.
All of us.
And then Becky and Rod...

Excuse me.

When Jenna split,
was she alone?

What's so funny?

Well, Chester offered
to escort her.

Jenna's mom would have
a hernia if she saw
Chester at the front door.

That's in bad taste,
isn't it?

So what?
You weren't exactly
her mom's favorite?

Chester's too mature
for her little girl.

Look, I don't understand.
How can we help?

Well, we think
she might've been followed.

My God.
It could have been
any of us.

Excuse me. Lennie?

Thanks.

Mr. Weber just got home
an hour ago. Rossman
broke the news to him.

Says it looks like
he didn't get too much
sleep last night.

Next month it would
have been 18 years.

I can't believe this.

Billy...

He was only 10.

Please, I've got to
go see Jenna.

We understand, Mr. Weber.

We just need to ask you
a few questions first.

We found an empty jewelry box
in your closet floor.

That's right. It was Joyce's.
Two necklaces and a bracelet.

How long you
been drinking,
Mr. Weber?

Excuse me?

Your eyes, the hands...
Many's the morning
I've had a head like that.

Look, it's not like
I'm a drunk or anything.

I just got
carried away last night.

All night?

Oh, God.

Look. All I know is
I woke up in some diner

on Third Avenue
near the Parthenon.

And before that?

Uh...

I started at Cabrini's
after work.

And then some bar
on Second Avenue,
near 76th.

And then...

I had to pick last night.

You own a gun, Mr. Weber?

Of course not.

You think I had something
to do with this?

Why don't you
finish your coffee?
You need it.

If he loved his kids
that much, he'd have
been home to tuck them in.

Yeah. You tell me
you never drank too much
and blacked out.

Hey, I missed
the whole Carter
administration,

but I was always home
for breakfast.

Check out his story.
Start at Cabrini's.

Weber? Sure,
those ad guys keep us
in business.

So Weber was
in here last night?

It's amazing how much
that guy can drink.

How late
was he here?

Well, the whole crew
showed up about 7:00.

By 11:30,
it was just Weber
and Sheila Gordon.

And did he and Sheila
leave together?

Weber? Are you kidding?
He's married.

Oh, like that
would be a first?

No, I mean
Norman Rockwell married.

If I had to hear one more
story about his kid's medal
in the spelling bee,

it'd make me
start drinking.

This Sheila Gordon,
she works with Weber?

Across the street.
Goydos, Kamm Advertising.

You don't think
me and Ronnie... Come on.
Joyce would kill him.

Not anymore.

That's a bad joke, Detective.

Ronnie and I
were co-workers, period.

We started together.
We made V.P. together.

We had a couple of drinks
together, and we went
to our separate apartments.

Only Ronnie
never made it home.

What?

He was out drinking all night
and passed out in some diner.

I had no idea.

You didn't know
he had a problem?

Everybody has problems.

Maybe in the last six months
or so he's been drinking
a little more than usual.

He say why?

It's the nature
of the beast.

The agency will send you
to Betty Ford twice.

After that,
you're on your own.

So he never talked about
any troubles at home?

Nothing unusual.
They hated
Jenna's boyfriend.

Joyce charged
too much at Saks.

She worked too late
when she should have
been home with Billy.

We didn't know
she worked.

Nine-to-fiver at
the State Liquor Authority.

Look, Detective,
I know Ron Weber. I know
he didn't kill his family.

Just like you knew
he didn't drink?

I think you can leave now.

He's a drunk,
and she handles licenses
to sell booze.

It's a marriage
made in heaven.

One thing about
the Liquor Authority,

you can always trust them
to be straight shooters.

That's a bad joke,
Detective.

"Don't mess
with Joyce Weber."

I was going to get that
printed on a T-shirt
for her birthday.

She was a tough lady, huh?

This business,
you have to be.

You wouldn't believe
some of the offers we get.

You talking
about bribes?

A liquor license
can make or break
an establishment.

Since everybody knows
on the scruples scale

we're one step below
the Mexican police...

Look, if anybody took
a bribe around here
and Joyce caught wind of it,

believe me,
they'd be better off
in jail.

What about
unhappy customers?

I'm sure you saw
the armed guards
at the front door?

Yeah. So lately,
any louder-than-usual
complaints?

As a matter of fact...

Metro Bar and Grill.

Mr. Yentakov had trouble
taking no for an answer.

Sergei Yentakov?
I remember him from OCCB.

Guy pulled more strings
than Jim Henson.

That's why
I love this country.

Someone dies and
the police actually
gives a damn.

Actually, Mr. Yentakov...

Sergei. It was
my grandfather's name.

It's a lovely name.

Anyway, Sergei,
we understand that you were
on a first name basis

with Joyce Weber.

OCCB's been tailing Yentakov
for three years.

Last week they saw him
having lunch
with Joyce Weber.

A little arm twisting?

Weber said that he offered her
10,000 to change her mind
on the license.

The D.A. wanted more.

She was gonna wear a wire
to her next meet next Friday.

Very unfortunate
what befells Mrs. Weber.

Yeah, I'm sure you sent
flowers, especially after
she ruined your investment.

No hard feelings.
Mrs. Weber did
what she had to do.

Yeah. Except in this country,
her decision's
supposed to be final.

You're not supposed
to offer her money
to change her mind.

No, no, no, no, Detective,
the wrong way around.

Mrs. Weber came to me.
For $10,000,
license would be mine.

Like I told my wife,

"The old country,
the new country are not
so different after all."

So, anyone who believes him,
raise your right hand.

If I had my stack
of Bibles with me,

Yentakov would be swearing
from here to Kiev.

I think it's obvious
what went down.

Somehow he found out
that Joyce Weber was
the point man in OCCB's sting.

That didn't exactly
make his day.

Well, he didn't have
to kill her. All he had
to do was not talk to her.

Maybe things are different
in the old country.

Point is, we need to
find that leak at OCCB.

They're on top of it.

What are you talking about?
This is our case.

And that's why
you're gonna check out
Dr. Zhivago's story.

Hey, excuse me,
but the only witness to
their conversation is dead.

Think about it. If your
new hobby is shaking down
license applicants,

why start with a mobster?
Talk to her other rejections.

You don't consider this
a waste of time?

I consider it
covering all bases.

I patented the formula.

Theme interiors,
pretty waitresses,
short skirts and big smiles.

Called it Long Legs.

Politically incorrect.
I love it.

Yeah, so do people in Atlanta,
Durham, Nashville and Miami.

So what happened?
Didn't go over
so well in New York?

We didn't have a chance.

Eight months ago,
our application for
a liquor license was rejected.

No liquor, no Long Legs.

Thank you, Joyce Weber.

Well, actually,
she did me a favor.

You don't like
making money?

No, I like keeping it.

My major investor in
the New York franchise served
time for fraud in Philly.

I would never have known
if she hadn't been
so thorough.

Did Mrs. Weber
ever suggest

that there might have been
a way to avoid
your problems altogether?

I'm not following.

Maybe she could've been
persuaded to overlook
your investor's past.

Say for a substantial
cash payment?

You're joking, right?
This woman, she squeaked
when she walked.

You go to
The Culinary Institute,

you borrow from
your idiot MBA cousin
for the down payment,

you plan
the perfect menu...

French without
the heavy sauces.

And then two months ago,
Joyce Weber throws a, uh...

What do you call
those things?

A wrecking ball.

That's right.
Let me tell you about this
Weber broad, bitch.

You want to elaborate?

She tells us,
"You girls are a lock."

Then she has trouble
with your investors?

She had trouble
with our bank account.

We're inadequately
capitalized.

With a liquor license,
we would have
had more capital

than we had
pate de campagne.

We get 10 grand
from idiot cousin
number two,

but that wasn't good enough.
It's about time
you guys looked into her.

Well, she was just
doing her job.

Yeah?

She called
the house once,

said something about
"overlooking
our deficiencies."

Did you ask her
what she meant?

I didn't have to ask.
She wanted more money.

Too bad we ran out
of idiot cousins.

Who would've thought
of putting peanut butter
on potatoes?

Yeah.
When's your physical?

What? Peanut butter, potatoes,
it's two of the three
major food groups.

Does it make sense to you,

eight months ago she's squeaky
clean, six months later,
she's soliciting bribes?

And he's drinking himself
into oblivion.

Sounds like
money problems to me.

He's a V.P.
at a major ad agency.

It's got to come along
with major bucks.

Well, maybe he was
spending it
in all the wrong places.

Bookie?

Bookie, drugs, women.

Who knows what skeletons
he's got in his closet.

But it'll have to wait.
Now this time
I'm going for the sausage.

They had two incomes.
Everything should
have been fine.

Two kids in private school,
it takes its toll.

What's this got
to do with anything?

We're just trying to get
a complete picture, Jenna.

Maybe your dad
owed money to somebody.

You mean like a loan shark?
Get real.

My sister
liked to live well.

Beach house on Fire Island,
the Ivy Club, the brownstone.

I warned her they should
put some away
for a rainy day.

Sounds like they spent
everything they made.

If they'd put it in a fund,
they could've retired.

My dad tried
to sell the beach house.

Jenna.

No. I mean, you're making it
sound like he's stupid
or something.

He didn't want it
in the first place.

They were stuck
with a major mortgage?

They borrowed
against the equity
on the brownstone

to make
the monthly payments.

Debt.
The great motivator.

It's not like
we were starving
or anything.

Your mom didn't want you
to know, Jenna. Your dad
was having trouble at work.

Now why did you go
and say that?

Don't you see
what they're doing?

They think
Daddy's responsible.

Whatever my mom told you,
he had a good job.

He didn't need money.

I've known Weber
since we were freshman
in college.

Buddies, and now
he works for you.
How'd he handle that?

Better than I would.

We hear there was
some trouble here at work.

The ad game, sometimes
it comes down so hard

you've got to carry
one of those
big golf umbrellas.

And Weber left his
in his locker?

He lost two clients.
He knows how
the game's played.

So, what, you saying
you fired him?

Two clients.
This isn't
Alpha Chi anymore.

I gave him six months
and tried to keep it
hush-hush.

And you weren't
successful?

I didn't realize
that he didn't tell Joyce.

At a dinner party,
I mentioned to her
how sorry I was.

How was I to know he didn't
tell her? I mean,
he only had two weeks left.

How'd she handle it?

You ever been married?

Point taken.

The poor bastard.
Not only is it coming
down at work,

it's hailing bowling balls
at home.

He was talking about
pulling a Willy Loman.

You know, he's worth
more dead than alive.

You mean insurance?

A half mill would have
solved everything.

Stupid question,
did he have insurance
on his wife, too?

Any guy with kids
and a working wife
has insurance. It's prudent.

I've been there, Mr. Weber.
Everything just gangs up
on you all at once.

It wasn't as bad
as it looks.

Money's tight,
the bills pile up,
you're out of a job.

All of a sudden,
the world's
a very cold place.

No. I had three interviews
set up.

It's self-fulfilling.
You're desperate.
They smell it.

It's over
before you sit down.

I was gonna get something.

Your wife didn't think so.

That's not true.

Why would she start
asking for bribes?
She lost faith in you.

Twenty years
you take care of her,
you hit a little dry patch

and she can't let you forget
what a loser you are.

And the way she went
through it, you'd need
two jobs just to break even.

I loved her.

I loved my family.

But you
let them down, Ron.

You turned into a drunk.
You stopped coming home.

If my wife thought
I was such a deadbeat,
I'd do the same thing.

What you needed
was a major payday.

A pile of insurance money
to cure everything,
am I right?

That's sick.

I didn't kill anybody.

Well, that's not
100% accurate, Mr. Weber.

See, you don't
really remember
what you did.

Why don't you think it over
for a few minutes, huh?

Anybody check his alibi?

Our guys went up and down
Second Avenue.

One bartender remembers him
coming in around 2:00 a.m.

The shooting was
around midnight.

He left Cabrini's at 11:30.
That gives him plenty of time.

And there's
no murder weapon?

Probably swimming
in the Hudson.

Hey, the guy's
right on the edge.

An arrest might just
push him over.

Thanks.

Motive just got better.

Weber filed a claim on
his wife's insurance two days
after she died. 500 thou.

If it was about the insurance
money, he wouldn't have
gone after the kids.

He was desperate.
Who knows what was
going through his head?

It's all circumstantial.
I need something
a little more tangible.

Circumstantial's
good enough for a search.

Let him go.
I'll get a warrant.

Mr. Weber's expected
from lunch shortly.
You could've waited for him.

Hey, the sooner
we're finished,
the sooner we get to eat.

Hey, Lennie,
you think he wears these?

Whoa.

What do you want now?

Now? Well, now you're
under arrest for the murders
of William and Joyce Weber

and the attempted
murder of Jenna Weber.

You have the right to
remain silent. Anything you do
say can and will be...

It had to happen
sooner or later.

How have
you been, Margot?

Look at my client.
You tell me.

Well, you're certainly off
to a good start.

Half mill?
It's as good as remand
without bail.

Well, he can't be that broke.
He afforded you.

He plays golf with one
of the lawyers in my firm.
I'm a favor.

Jack, this is Margot Bell.
She'll be
representing Weber.

Always the lucky one.

At least
you finally admit it.

Am I missing something here?

Margot replaced me
on the Review.

It wasn't luck, Claire.

You were busy running around
with what's-his-name

instead of cramming
for Property.

What can I say?
What's-his-name
was a better time

than the rule
against perpetuities.
Who isn't?

So, Margot, I assume
this is more than
a remember-the-good-old days.

I'm sorry. How often
do I get to mix business
with pleasure?

Weber swears
he didn't do it.

And you believe him?

I was thinking more like
you give a little,
I give a little.

The best I can do
is drop the request
for the death penalty.

That's exactly what
I'm talking about.

We work together,
we change the world.

I'll talk to him.

What do a sperm cell
and a lawyer
have in common?

They both have
a one-in-a-million chance
of becoming a human being.

There's a law.

You pass the bar,
you got to stop telling
lawyer jokes.

Why? Who better
knows the truth?

Yeah. We're contentious,
arrogant, too smart
for our own goods,

anal, expensive, theoretical,
knee deep in minutiae.

Not exactly the life
we thought
we were getting into.

You ever think
about quitting?

Yeah, right.
We'll open a flower shop.

Why not? You don't have to
lie to suspects,

and I don't have to
represent guys like Weber.

I'm allergic,
and neither one of us knows
how to read a balance sheet.

We'll cut a deal on Weber,
and then we'll both
take a vacation.

Would that it were so,
Mr. Weber's not interested.

I want the SOB convicted.
Who's representing him?

Margot Bell. I went
to law school with her.

She any good?

She's smart enough
to know her client's guilty.

Smart enough to parade
everyone in his life
through the courtroom

to say what a devoted
family man he is.

He lost his job.
He turned into a drunk.
He had insurance on his wife.

That explains the wife,
not the kids.

Jury doesn't understand it,
they don't believe it.

How about John List?

He killed his family.
The jury didn't have
any trouble convicting him.

No. They had a busload
of experts explaining
why he did it.

We'll get our own busload.

If Weber doesn't
claim insanity, our shrinks
can't even talk to him.

Yes, but if she explains
Weber to us, we can
explain him to the jury.

If, if, if...

They're called
family annihilators.

They often have
an over-developed sense
of family values.

The problem is,
rather than serving
as a protective force,

it becomes destructive.

"I love you so much,
I have to kill you."
It's hard to believe.

Not when you see
imminent ruin.

Like losing your job?

He's that depressed,
why wouldn't
he just kill himself?

He probably
thought about it.

But family annihilators
typically exaggerate
the importance

of their role in the family.
"Without me,
the family would be nothing."

Mr. Weber seems
to fit the profile.

I want you to tell that
to the jury.

Jack, I haven't examined him.

I can only speak
in hypotheticals.
Weber will give specifics.

There's no way Margot
will put him on the stand.

I am on very shaky
ground here.

At best, it's speculation.
I can't say for sure.

You don't have to.
Just say it's possible.

This is absurd.
Only the defense can put the
defendant's sanity at issue.

We're not saying
he's insane.

We're saying
he fits the profile of
a family annihilator.

I don't see
the problem here, Miss Bell.

You can introduce
expert testimony
as rebuttal evidence.

With all due respect,
we're not talking
about O.J. here.

My client can hardly
afford my bills.

That's not an issue.

Guess again, Mr. McCoy.

The Sixth Amendment
provides...

Right to counsel,
which he's got.

No, he's entitled
to effective counsel.

How can I possibly
be effective

when my ability to introduce
evidence is limited by
my client's financial straits?

That shouldn't affect
the State's ability
to make its case.

This isn't
a bullfight, Mr. McCoy.

The picadors don't get to
stab the defendant before
the matador enters the ring.

All I'm asking for
is an even playing field,
Your Honor.

Is there any precedent?

The Supreme Court
in Ake v. Oklahoma

held that a State is required
to provide the Defense

with a psychiatric expert...

When he's pleading insanity.

That decision
was never expanded to
all expert testimony.

It wasn't specifically
limited, either.

Your Honor...

We all want a fair trial,
Mr. McCoy.

You've got your shrink,
Miss Bell,
at State's expense.

I don't know why
I didn't wake up.
I just didn't.

But you're sure
you locked the door
before you went to sleep?

I usually do. I don't know.
Maybe I forgot that night.

That isn't what you told
the police, is it?

My brother's dead,
and my mother's dead,
and my father is on trial.

Please answer the question.

No, that's not what
I told them.

To your knowledge,
who had keys
to your brownstone?

Me, [BREATHES DEEPLY] my dad,
my mother and my aunt.

Did your dad ever
hit your mother?

He would never.

Did they fight?

No more than any
of my friends' parents.

I can't believe that...

What, Jenna?

I can't believe
they're doing this to him.

Park Dietz,
the country's leading
forensic psychiatrist,

identified a category
of murderers he called
"family annihilators."

Their killings
are usually preceded by
a major economic loss.

Like losing a job?

Exactly.

They feel their
middle-class lifestyle
slipping away.

Often they drink heavily
and become
suicidal themselves.

Are there similarities
among these
family annihilators?

The prototype is
a white male in his 40s,

excessively devoted
to his family,
especially his children.

He's a churchgoing man,
but not overly devout.

Acquaintances describe him
as sweet, nice, gentle.

He's definitely
not abusive.

Would you say
Mr. Weber fit that profile?

From the information
available to me, yes.

A nice guy
who loves his kids
and goes to church.

I wonder how many
family annihilators there are
in this courtroom.

These qualities
are all exaggerated.

An annihilator
has a difficult time

distinguishing
between himself
and his loved ones.

Did you examine
the defendant, Doctor?

No.

So, you're willing
to send him to prison

because of some article
you read in Psychology Today?

Objection.

Withdrawn.
No more questions.

Basically, you could squeeze
90% of the men in this country

into Dr. Olivet's paradigm.

So, Doctor, you're saying
that this so-called family
annihilator doesn't exist?

Not at all.

There are between
15 and 50 murders
like this every year.

I'm just saying that
Dr. Olivet's methodology
was incorrect.

She was given
a suspect's history

and then she paralleled it
with the prototype.

And what is
the correct methodology?

Look at the circumstances of
the crime first, the method,
time and location of killing.

A family annihilator
leaves his mark
all over a crime scene.

If there is evidence
that the murder
was committed by a husband,

then, and only then,
should you see
if he fits the prototype.

And did the crime scene
here suggest

that a family annihilator
had committed these murders?

On the contrary,
he left a survivor.

The whole point is
to kill your entire family.

Is it possible Mr. Weber
didn't know his daughter
was still alive?

I suppose.

Is there anything else
about the crime scene
to suggest

that these murders
weren't committed
by Mr. Weber?

Well, I doubt very much
that an individual that
emotionally devastated

would have the wherewithal
to stage a robbery.

But it's been known
to happen.

On rare occasions, yes.

It's very simple,
Mr. McCoy.

As a professor of mine
used to tell me repeatedly,

"All poodles are dogs,
but not all dogs
are poodles."

Nothing like the battle
of the experts.

Yeah.
What about the girl?

She hurt. She says
maybe she didn't lock
the door after all.

Which opens the door
for eight million
other suspects.

Well,
the most important one
takes the stand tomorrow.

Who, Weber?
I don't believe it.

Why not? It's a tie game.

Now he can cry himself
into an acquittal.

Was the night of
the murders the first time
you stayed out all night?

No. Joyce would tell the kids
that I worked late

and left
for the office early.

Please tell us where you were
on the night of the murders.

I was drinking at Cabrini's
until maybe 11:00...

And then
I don't remember.

And was this
the first time you had
an alcoholic blackout?

No.

But you're quite sure
you didn't go home that night?

Yes.
And you're quite sure

you didn't murder
your wife and son?

Yes. I loved them
more than I...

I never even held a gun.

You were so drunk
you can't remember
where you were,

yet you're sure
you never went home.

I never wanted my children
to see me like that.

If they had,
you'd have to kill them?

Objection.

Sustained.

The jewelry that was
supposed to be
in a box in your closet

was actually in your office,
isn't that true?

Yes.

Did you ever tell that
to the police?

I was gonna sell it.
We needed the money.
I was embarrassed.

So you staged a robbery?
No.

You must've been
pretty desperate,
Mr. Weber.

The breadwinner in the family
suddenly coming home
with no money.

Must have been humiliating.
But now you don't
have that problem.

Your wife and your son will
never know that you couldn't
cut it in business.

They'll never know
that you were going
to sell your house.

Actually,
you did them a favor.

Isn't that right?

No.
I didn't kill them.

I would never kill...

Damn, Jack,
even I felt sorry for him.

But now you see him
as a murderer, right?

Yeah, I suppose.

And I suppose
the jury will, too.

Jack.I owe you.

Well, maybe not.

Were we sitting
in the same courtroom?

He sure as hell
looked guilty to me.

To me, too.
And that's the problem.

You were all over him, Jack.
He should have broken down.

He did.

No. I mean, he should
have confessed
under that much pressure.

That's the typical response
for a family annihilator.

Why the hell didn't you
tell me this before?

Because you told me
he would never
take the stand.

So you're changing
your opinion?

I'm not saying he's innocent.
I'm just qualifying
my opinion.

Look, Jack, I told you
I was on shaky ground
at the start of this.

Well, I guess
she's not as expert
as we thought she was.

It's not Liz's fault.
She never
interviewed Weber.

Then she should have
kept her mouth shut.

I called her
to the stand, Adam.

Now you'll have to
recall her.

The jury should find
that enlightening.

She didn't change her opinion.
She just supplemented it.

It's not necessarily
exculpatory.

Right. If the jury
happens to fall asleep
while she's testifying.

And besides, don't you think
Weber's expert saw
the same thing Olivet did?

Of course he did.
That's why you're gonna
have to plea this out.

Weber already
turned down a deal.

Because you didn't
offer him man one.

Adam...
Offer it and move on!

A deal, now?

After Olivet's
latest pronouncement
from the mount,

Mr. Weber will be free
to kill whoever he wants.

Not necessarily.

You're talking
to me, Claire.

I've actually been
to a couple
of trials, remember?

It's kind of ironic.

I was just starting
to feel good
about the system.

You know, the good guys
win and all that.

We were thinking
maybe he'd buy
two counts of man one.

Oh, you wanna
get me disbarred?

Besides, you know,
maybe the SOB didn't do it.

Wouldn't that be
a kick in the butt?

Tell you what,
that flower shop's looking
real good right about now.

There is an alternative.

Like?

Like finding out
what the truth
actually is.

Let Olivet interview Weber.
If he confesses,
take the deal.

And if he doesn't?

We won't use anything
he says
against him in court.

You'll have your acquittal.

That's not putting
the poker chips away, Claire.

That's doubling the bet.

What scares me most
is what's gonna
happen to Jenna.

She's living with
your wife's sister.

If I'm convicted,
she'll always think...

It would be easier
if you tried to
explain to her why.

What? Why all you people
are framing me?

Your daughter may understand
more than you think.

It may be the best thing
for both of you.

I'm fighting for my life here,
for my daughter's life.

What do you mean?

She had trouble
with her boyfriend,
she came to me.

Trouble with homework, me.
Trouble with Joyce...

I was always there
to make things right.

Your daughter had trouble
with your wife?

She was a teenager.
I protected her.

I gave her a good home,
private schools,
anything she wanted.

When did you start
to feel helpless?

What do you want from me?

You felt guilt.
You felt shame.

You saw ruin and
were powerless to stop it.

You tried to hide it
with alcohol,
but that didn't work.

All right.

I'm a failure.

I'm a spineless drunk
who can't take care
of his family.

I couldn't handle it.

Only I didn't kill them.

He's a textbook case
but for the fact that
he refuses to confess.

So you're saying
he didn't do it?

I'm saying
that I can't be sure.

But he was drunk.
Is it just possible
he didn't remember?

It's a possibility.

You know, he did say
something curious about
his wife and his daughter,

that he was always there
to make things right.

So they fought.
What teenage daughter
doesn't fight with her mother?

Yeah, but if it was more
than normal fighting,

that may explain
why Jenna says
she didn't see anything.

He protected her,
so she's protecting him.

Especially if he was so drunk
that he didn't even know
what he was doing.

So let's talk to her.

I doubt she'll tell you
the truth.

But maybe her aunt will.

This is crazy.
Ron tried to kill Jenna, too.

Why would she want him
to get away with it?

She's scared.
She's embarrassed.

She knows he's ill.
It could be anything.

How did Jenna
get along with Joyce?

Like any mother
and daughter.

They fought,
but Jenna loved her.

I can't believe she would
lie to protect him.

We're just trying to get
a sense of the family dynamic,
Mrs. Cochran.

It could help us
to convince Jenna.

Joyce ran the house.

When the kids needed it,
she disciplined them.
She was strong.

Ron, he wanted to be
the nice guy,
the kids' favorite.

Whatever anybody wanted.

What did Joyce
and Jenna fight about?

It was about that boyfriend
of hers, mostly.

Joyce didn't
approve of him?

He was trouble.

15,000 a year
for private school,
and he was expelled.

Always in trouble
with the cops,
drugs and things like that.

But Jenna
stopped seeing him.

Talk to me, Chester.

So I went out with Jenna
a couple of times, what's that
got to do with anything?

So how did that make you feel
when she cut you off?

The river's full of trout.

Well, tell me, lover boy,
why'd they can you
at that expensive school?

I'm not the academic type.

Yeah, well, according to this,
you were suspected of dealing.

Suspected, yeah.

And what about
your juvie record, Chester?

That's sealed.

Well, we talked
to the arresting officer.
Armed robbery.

Yeah, I was a kid.

Sixteen.

You know what
I'm thinking, Chester?

I'm thinking that maybe you
thought you'd help yourself
to Mrs. Weber's jewelry.

Really?
Now why would I do
a thing like that?

Because you got to know
how to read to check out
the help wanteds.

Only you couldn't
find anything.
So you got pissed off,

you decided to take it out
on the Weber family.

Don't I get a lawyer
or something?

I'll bring you
the Yellow Pages.
They got pictures.

I'll call his parents.

Don't bother.

You want us to
let him go?

Unfortunately,
stupid's not against the law.

It sure adds up
to reasonable doubt, though.

Jack?

Do you think
Weber is innocent?

Or do you think we're just
gonna have a tougher time
proving that he's guilty?

I'm impressed. I never
thought you distinguished
between the two.

Right.
Hang 'Em High McCoy.

Oh, get off it, Jack!

You're the one
who's always talking
about the game.

You're the one
hell-bent on winning.

If I'm convinced that
the defendant is guilty.

But look how easy it is
to be convinced,
or should I say deluded?

How many times do we win
just because the defense
missed something?

You never answered
my question about Weber.

Chester Manning is not
the most upstanding citizen
I've come across.

Add that to Olivet's
new position,
makes you wonder.

Then who did it?

Let's say it was
the boyfriend.

Why would Jenna
still protect him?

She's a kid.
She knows
her father's innocent,

and she believes the system
will ultimately work.

She loves Chester.

But he shot her, too.

Or she's feeling very guilty.
The house wasn't tossed,
was it?

So how did Chester know
where to find the jewelry?

You're saying
Jenna told him?
Why not?

And when the jewelry
wasn't there,
he went crazy.

She feels responsible
for the deaths of her mother
and her brother.

She can't bring herself
to admit it.

This is unbelievable.

Think about it, Ron.

Who else could have
gotten into the house?

Who else could have known
where the jewelry was?

I would have given her money.
She didn't have to
rob her own house.

You didn't have
any money, remember?

We had enough.

She had everything
she wanted.

But did Chester Manning?

Fine, have Briscoe
pick up Jenna.

No.

Look, I'm sure
if Jenna had anything
to do with this,

it was all that
bastard's idea.

I take it you didn't
care for Mr. Manning.

The drugs.

He robbed a grocery store when
he was 15, but his parents
had it all hushed up.

But I'm sure Jenna
stopped seeing him.

What if she hadn't, Mr. Weber?
How would your wife
have reacted?

She would have locked her
in a closet, that's what.
Joyce didn't want...

If you'll help us,
we can work something out
for Jenna.

She's not going to jail.

Your office. 3:00, Jack.

We're all glad you finally
came to your senses,
Mr. Weber.

Let's get it over with.

What can you do for me?

Two counts of man one.

Served consecutively.

What's going on?

How many years is that?
Thirty.

But he didn't do anything.

That's not the way
the jury's gonna
see it, Jenna.

This is the best thing.

No, you can't do this.

You have a deal,
Mr. McCoy.

Stop.

If you know something, Jenna,
you better tell us now.

Okay. Fine,
let's wrap this up.

No. Wait.

It's my fault.
He didn't do anything.

Who was it?

I told him where
my mother hid her jewelry.

Who?

Chester.

Okay.
And then what happened?

He got mad
when it wasn't there.

He was stoned
out of his head.

I didn't know he was
gonna shoot everyone.

Okay. We got
what we wanted, Jack.
The deal's still in place.

Jenna serves no time.

What's going on?

It's okay.

Chester used you.
It's not your fault.

You'll have
my motion to dismiss
first thing in the morning.

Thanks, Claire.

One more question, Jenna.

Why didn't you just take
the jewelry yourself?

Obviously you still thought
it was in the closet.

Why wouldn't that
have been easier than
getting Chester involved?

Please answer my question,
Miss Weber.

Chester wasn't there
for the jewelry, was he?

He was there
to murder your mother.

And you knew about it.
No.

This wasn't
a robbery at all.

You wanted your mother dead.
You hired Chester Manning.

The jewelry
was just supposed to be
his payment.

The police have already
picked up your boyfriend.

I have a feeling
he's not the type to
stick his neck out for you.

I can't believe
you wanted
your mother dead.

Three out of four.

You can't stand losing.
Can you?