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Previously on The Firm...

[gunshot]

It's Joey Morolto Jr.

I didn't know
the old man had a kid.

'Cause he was 15 when his
father went to prison.

Junior turned 25 this week.

As a little birthday gift,

they made him boss
of the family.

I'm sure he has more
to worry about than me.

I have a plan for Mitch McDeere,

and when I am ready,
you will hear about it.

So will he.

ABBY: I called my parents,
I'd like to see them.

MITCH: I never thought we
would get here, Abby.

I'm going, but I'm not leaving.

Hello, Mother.

I saw the news.

I know what happened
with Noble Insurance -

Conspiracy,
the murders, the torture.

You're running.

It has taken all these years,
but you finally ran home.

How is your marriage, Abby?

[dials phone]

ABBY:
Are you sure?

Dr. Wilson was supposed to

call in that
prescription last night.

[sigh]

Okay, thanks.

[phone vibrating]

Hey.

Hey, there you are.

Abbs, I was starting
to get worried.

Yeah, hey.

We're fine.

Did you get my text?

Yeah, it sounds like
an interesting night.

- How's your dad?
- He's good.

He looks older.

I mean, it's been
11 years, so, you know.

It was harder than I thought.

- How's Claire?
- She loved him.

And he definitely loved her.

They're gonna watch a movie
together this morning.

And I...

I thought my mom was
ready to reconnect,

but I guess just because I am
doesn't mean she has to be.

Yeah, I was gonna
say that to you.

Look, I want you
to come home, Abb.

I know that you need
some time, so you just...

You do what you
need to do, okay?

But the important thing is...

...what happened is done.

Mitch, it'll just
be something else.

Another conspiracy -

I took too many chances,
I know that.

I know you need some time,
it's just...

I want us to be okay again.

Just sit tight,
I'm working on it!

What's up, boss?

Find Sal, and get in here.

The three of us are going to DC.
Why, what's up?

I told you, when I was ready,

we'd deal with Mitch McDeere.

It's time.

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RAY: Hey.

That's the same suit and tie
you were wearing yesterday,

which means you didn't go home.

So either you're
starting a trial,

or this office got ransacked.

Door number one: New case,
big client, actually.

- Henry Kettle?
- Henry Kettle, novelist.

That's not a big case.

That's a massive case,
a press case.

Nick Kinross sent it over.

The facts are actually
pretty interesting.

Hang on, I'm a little lost.

I thought we were done
with Kinross and Clark.

Press cases,
they bring in business, Ray.

This isn't about business,

it's about keeping
your mind occupied

while your wife and
kid are in Kentucky.

Nick's been Henry's
lawyer for 15 years...

copyright, publishing...

This is a murder charge.

Yeah, that's why
he sent it to me.

He's been working with
some big-time lawyer

up in New York.

But Nick didn't trust him.

Mitch, you don't need
to do this right now -

Not with Abby away.

Come on, man.

Tammy's off getting her
divorce in Tennessee.

It's just you and me,
let's take a break.

I need to work, Ray.

I'm not okay right now,
I don't know a damn thing.

But this...
this I know.

[sigh]

I'm gonna go home and change.

There's an eye-witness who
puts Henry at the crime scene.

Check him out,

see if there's anything
you can find that helps us.

Dr. Wilson?

- Hi.
- Hi.

So you're Maxine
Sutherland's daughter.

Yes.

My daughter Claire and I
are just visiting from DC.

You know, I have to say,

I've known Maxine for
a long time, and...

she hasn't told me
much about you.

Really.

Well, you know how it goes.

Maybe some relationships
are just beyond therapy.

[chuckles]

I'm not your
mother's therapist.

I write the occasional
prescription for her,

for convenience, but,
uh, we're colleagues.

- Colleagues?
- At the community center?

She runs the children's program.

I help out, counsel
some underprivileged kids.

Volunteering...

It doesn't sound
like the mom I knew.

Hm.

I guess you two haven't
seen each other in a while.

Actually, I really didn't
come here to talk about her.

As I told your receptionist,

I just need a
prescription refilled

and my mom thought
maybe you could help.

I see.

Your receptionist said
you could just call it in.

Yeah, she shouldn't have.

I'm sorry,

I don't write prescriptions

for patients
without a session first.

I have time now,
if you're free.

I guess I could.

Great, I'll let the
folks out front know.

'Kay...

It's all set.

Actually, I just remembered,

I have to pick up
my daughter right now.

Maybe we could do
this another time.

Sure.

Today, of course,

day 1 in the trial of reclusive
novelist Henry Kettle -

a man very rarely
seen in public.

In fact, a man known more
for his secretive lifestyle

than for writing
in recent years.

Kettle is charged with brutally
killing his sister, Margaret.

Sadly, rumours
have been swirling

about Henry Kettle
for some time...

Some saying the eccentric
genius may be legally insane.

I am not insane.

You don't know me, Henry.

But Nick Kinross sent me here

because I am experienced
with cases like this.

Now, I am ready for trial...

but I do have to ask the court
for a psychological exam.

You honestly think I'm crazy?

I don't know what to think.

You live alone,
you have no friends.

You don't even drive a car...

I had a vision
I died in a car crash,

that doesn't
make me certifiable.

You don't talk on the phone

because somebody
may be listening.

You told a reporter
you don't eat meat

because a cow asked you not to.

That was years ago,

and, at the time,
I was extremely high.

This isn't funny.

I know that.

Look, it's true, I am a...

...highly suspicious, deeply
paranoid, militant vegetarian,

but I loved my sister.

I believe that,
but they have evidence.

A witness heard you

arguing with Margaret
in her apartment.

He saw you walk out of her door

with a scratch on your face,

and she was found strangled
just a few minutes later.

She was alive when I left.

I wouldn't hurt her.

If I think that you are unstable.

I am required by law
to ask for an exam.

Then just do it already!

Look, I know what I am,

and I'm not saying
I don't need a shrink.

But I am all here.

Right here.

And I am innocent.

I met Henry almost 15 years ago.

I was a young literary agent,

he was an English
graduate student

with his first novel.

You're referring to
The Saddest Generation?

Yes.

Since then, it's been called

perhaps the finest
work of fiction

in the last
half-century.

20 Million copies
in print worldwide.

I see.

How old was Mr. Kettle
when he wrote it?

Twenty-five.

Henry was an
overnight sensation.

One minute he was
going to class,

next minute he was teaching it.

How did he handle the
attention?

Henry hated the spotlight.

He shut everyone out,

except for his youngest
sister, Margaret, and I.

He became... I know
he hates the word...

a recluse.

And what about his writing?

[chuckles]
There was no writing.

I spent years begging
him to go back to work.

But, nothing.

And then, it finally happened.

What happened?

Several months ago,
Henry told me

he was working on a new novel.

Naturally, I was thrilled.

But he refused to show it to me.

Did he say why?

Yes, he was writing for himself.

No readers, no public opinion.

Just the work.

I understood.

But I couldn't accept it.

So I reached out to Margaret.

The defendant's sister?

Yes, she took care of Henry.

I called her.

I told her the world deserves
to see Henry's new book.

Did she help you?

Eventually, yes.

She took it when Henry was out.

She brought it to me at
my hotel here in town.

When Henry realized,
he called me.

How did he react?

He was furious.

He wanted to stay hidden.

The idea of more praise,
more public attention...

It was his nightmare.

When he hung up,

I realized he was
leaving to find her.

And what did you do?

I took a cab from the hotel
to Margaret's apartment.

But Henry had already
been there, and gone.

- Objection.
- Sustained.

Mr. Miller, just
tell us what you saw.

The door was unlocked.
I knocked.

When I went inside,
I found her on the ground.

I could see that she was dead.

Thank you.

No further questions.

Henry loved his sister,
didn't he.

- Objection.
- I'll rephrase.

Did you ever see Henry get
violent with Margaret?

No.

In fact, quite the opposite
is true, isn't it?

Henry supported
Margaret financially.

He bought her a condo,
he paid her mortgage...

Yes.

Margaret was a troubled
woman, wasn't she?

Extremely shy, easily
overwhelmed...

Objection!

The victim's psychiatrist
history has no relevance.

She saw doctors,
all because Henry...

What do you want me to
say, that I'm surprised?

I'm more than surprised.

He's crazy, but I never
thought he'd kill her.

I'm not crazy!

Mr. Kettle, there will be no
outbursts in my courtroom.

I am not crazy!

[quietly] - Henry...
- No! You tell them!

Mr. Kettle!

You will sit down, sir!

Or I will have you removed
from the courtroom!

Henry, this is my brother Ray.

He's a private investigator.

He is looking into
Margaret's neighbour,

the witness who puts
you at the murder scene.

- Good to meet you.
- Liked your book.

- The medical examiner's next?
- Yes.

I can't hear that.

I don't want to be
in court for that.

Henry, you need to
pull it together.

There cannot be any more
outbursts like this morning.

The jury cannot see
you as unstable.

- No!
- Yes!

You cannot be absent from
testimony without permission.

Then you get me permission!

I mean, could you sit there,
if it was your wife?

Someone you loved?
I'm not going.

You want to run that one
by me again, Counsel?

Your Honour, I know
that it is unusual,

but he is highly emotional.

Then get him a tissue.

Plenty of defendants get upset

when they hear details
of their own crime.

Are you saying he's guilty?

He is more than upset,

and he did not kill his sister,

so the idea of listening to all
the gory details of her murder

is enough to send
him over the edge.

Oh, please.
Is that a legal argument, Helen?

I don't need a legal argument
to call out crap when I hear it.

Your Honour,
the defendant has the right

to confront witnesses
against him,

but there is no law
requiring him to be present.

What about the victim's rights?

What about our rights

to force her murderer
to face what he did?

Now that's crap.

If your client's uncomfortable,
the jury should see that.

What, so they can
assume that he's guilty?

That's speculation.

Speculation cuts
both ways, Counsel.

If I keep him in,

the jury will speculate
on why he's upset;

If I let him go, they'll
speculate on why he's not there.

You could instruct them
not to draw any conclusions.

Denied, I won't risk
reversal on appeal.

- Objection.
- I've made my decision, Counsel.

Tell your client to strap
it in and hold it down.

He's staying.

I could come back
when the movie's over.

Oh, it'll only be
a minute or two longer.

You and your father.

You used to love
watching old movies.

So, you saw
Dr. Wilson this morning.

What a coincidence.

So much for doctor-patient
confidentiality.

Ben would never say anything.

Pauline Evans saw you
going into the office.

I'm curious how you found him.

He just wrote me a prescription.

Bottle's in my medicine chest.

You wouldn't have gone
in there, would you?

Perhaps looking for something
to take the edge off?

Oh, of course not.

After all, you've said
everything's fine.

We're done!

And so is the popcorn.

So, everybody behaving?

What else would we be doing?

Lying like a rug...
Your specialty.

I heard you talking about
the community center.

Maybe Abby and Claire
would be interested

in helping with your
dance tomorrow night.

Dance, where?

Harold, really.

They're in town to
relax, not to work.

I like to work!

My dad works all the time.

Yeah, but if Grandma
doesn't want help...

it's impolite to butt in.

No it isn't.
This is the South.

You see, Claire,

your grandma runs the
children's program

at the Danesboro
Community Center.

And tomorrow night,

she's having a dance for
underprivileged kids.

Mom...
What do you think?

I think underprivileged kids
need laptops, not a cotillion.

[chuckles]

Our charity does provide
educational support.

But learning how to
behave in social settings

is also important.

Come on, Mom, let's do it!

It'll help you feel better.

What are you talking about?
I feel fine.

Lying like a rug.
Must be genetic.

Okay, let's help Grandma.

The cause of death,
in general terms

was homicidal strangulation.

And, as the medical
examiner, Dr. Schneider,

how did you arrive
at that conclusion?

In cases like this,

we look for blunt force injury
to the tissues of the neck.

With Margaret,
we didn't have to look far.

You can see the
bruising pattern.

The fingertouch pads
of the right hand

along the neck,

and the thumb on
the opposite side.

And what do those
bruises tell you?

They tell me the killer
applied unusual force.

A fact I confirmed
during the autopsy.

The victim had extensive
soft tissue damage,

and multiple fractures
of the hyoid bone.

Is that uncommon?

Yes, in my medical opinion,

this was not your
standard asphyxiation.

There is evidence of rage.

Whoever wanted the victim dead,

made sure the job was done.

Thank you, Doctor.
Nothing further.

Write something.
Distract yourself.

Doctor, the bruising
pattern you showed us

is consistent with the
killer's right hand, correct?

Yes.

You are aware that my
client is left-handed?

That's not dis-positive.

You said the killer
wanted her dead.

It seems to me he would
use his good hand.

That's deceptive.

In many cases, the killer
will use both hands...

one on top of the other.

In fact, there are signs
that happened here.

Signs...
In other words, you're guessing.

No.

The victim had scratches
on her right neck.

I believe those were made
by the defendant's nails.

The curved nature of the...

You believe again.

That's not exactly scientific.

So tell me, Doctor.

Did you find my client's skin
cells on the victim's neck?

- No.
- No...

So...

[clears throat]

No further questions,
Your Honour, I need a recess.

Oh, it's getting late.

Let's just pick this up
in the morning.

Tell me what just
happened, Henry.

Because I think I know
what just happened.

I told you,
I couldn't handle it.

It's fine, it barely
broke the skin.

I just couldn't
listen to it anymore.

I had to feel something else,
just anything...

Hey, you were asking me to
look into the eye-witness?

Check that out.

This could work, Ray.

It could get us
reasonable doubt.

Mr. McKenzie, did you
know Margaret Kettle?

Yes, she bought a condo in
my building two years ago.

My wife and I live
on the same floor.

We were good friends.

- Did you see her the day she was killed?
- No.

Please tell us
what you did see.

I came home from work,

took the elevator to the
fourth floor, like always.

That's when
I saw the defendant.

Mr. Kettle, you're certain?

Yes, he was coming up the stairs
as I left the elevator.

He was out of breath, angry...

Objection.

The witness can't know my
client's state of mind.

- Sustained.
- Please continue, sir.

I said hello,
but he ignored me.

He went to Margaret's apartment
and started banging on the door.

I was concerned, but I knew
Henry was her brother, so...

- You went home?
- Yes.

After a few minutes,
I heard yelling.

Clearly, they were
having a fight.

I went out into the hallway.
Thought about knocking.

- Did you?
- No, I didn't get the chance.

I was walking to her
door when Henry...

suddenly came out.

He looked...

I don't know how else to
describe it... enraged.

He had a scratch running
down the side of his face.

- It was bleeding.
- What did you do?

Nothing.

Henry went down the stairs,

I went to Margaret's door,
but she didn't answer.

Thank you.
No further questions.

You said you and
Margaret were friends.

Yes.

I'll give you one chance
to tell them, Paul.

The truth is...

you and Margaret were
romantically involved.

Objection!
Foundation?

I am laying the foundation.

Who are you looking at?

Your wife...

- She doesn't know, does she...
- Overruled.

The witness will answer.

This is the pendant Margaret
was wearing when she died.

You bought that for her,
didn't you.

This is the receipt
from your credit card

used to buy the pendant two
days before she was murdered.

Do you buy all your
friends diamond pendants?

I'm sorry.

And this is the note
you dictated

to the store
clerk on the phone.

It's very short.
It just says, "Soon...

Love, Paul".

- You said that, didn't you?
- Yes.

What did you mean
by that, "Soon"?

You told Margaret you were
going to leave your wife,

but you didn't leave, did you?

You wanted to buy more time
so you gave Margaret a gift.

- Objection!
- Overruled.

What happened?
Did she threaten you?

Did she threaten to
walk down the hall

and tell your wife the truth?

- No...
- So you killed her.

I didn't kill her!

If she was so angry at me,

why was she wearing
that pendant?

Look...
I loved her.

I wrote "Soon" in that
card because I meant it.

I wanted us to be together.

[murmuring]

Grandma, look at how
pretty this looks!

Oh, lovely, dear.

Regina, help her
with the clumping.

Still no sound?

No, the vendor thinks that it's
a blown fuse in the amplifier.

He'll replace it,

but you're gonna have to
take it down to his shop.

I'm gonna get you some help.

- Oh, Ben!
- Maxine!

Everything looks so great.

And, uh...

I see you've recruited
some excellent help.

- How was the session?
- Mother!

Oh, cool your cannons, Abby,
I wasn't talking about you.

The center has given us
office space upstairs

and Ben donates his
time twice a week

to counsel the new kids.

It went fine, I think
we can help them.

Wonderful.

Oh, perhaps you can help us too.

Abby needs to take this
amplifier across town

and she could use a
man with good biceps.

Anything for you, Maxine.

Mother, we shouldn't
inconvenience Dr. Wilson.

I'm sure he's very busy.

- Actually, I'm not.
- No, really,

my mother's afraid of anything
that might break a nail.

Abby, this kind gentleman
has offered his assistance.

Be polite.

Besides, Dr. Wilson
said he's helping me.

And I accept.

Ms. Figgus...

At the risk of being optimistic,
does the state rest?

No, Your Honour.

The people call Robert
Frane to the stand.

Your Honour, Mr. Frane is
not on the witness list.

Because the people didn't
know Mr. Frane was a witness.

He found us this morning.

Don't worry, Counsel,

you'll have time before
cross, if you need it.

Robert Frane,
I'm senior vice-president

of Crossfield Press.

We publish fiction novels
based here in DC.

Sir, can you tell me,

is this one of the novels
submitted to your company?

Yes, I received a call
from Margaret Kettle

shortly before she died.

She told me she was
sending her brother's book.

It arrived in the
mail the next day.

Objection, sidebar,
Your Honour?

[quietly] I don't see how
this document is relevant.

This document is the
defendant's new novel.

So?

So, your client had a reason
for not wanting it published.

And it wasn't his
fear of praise.

Objection overruled.

Mr. Frane,
did you read the book?

- Yes.
- You had no right to do that!

I wrote that for myself!

Mr. McDeere, if your client
can't control himself...

Those pages are private!

Mr. Kettle, sit down!

Or an officer will sit
you down, understood?

Please, give us your
professional opinion.

As a publisher,
I was astonished.

I found the writing to
be mediocre, at best.

It was structurally
flawed, amateurish.

The characters
were poorly drawn,

and each page, to put it mildly,

was a grammatical catastrophe.

Move to strike.

This testimony is
directly relevant.

To what?
This trial is about a murder!

It's not a book review!

To rage.

Mr. Kettle wasn't angry because
his writing was exposed.

He was angry because
he was exposed

as a washed-up talent.

I want this testimony striken,
along with the commentary.

All those years, being
told you're a genius.

To know, in your own mind,
that you'd lost your gift.

And to have that fact brought
out by your own sister.

- Objection!
- Sustained.

Approach the bench.

[quietly] I was just
responding to an objection.

You were crossing the line,
and you damn-well know it.

That being said,

the relevance objection
is again denied.

- Your Honour!
- It goes to motive, Counsel.

If your client felt
humiliated by the victim -

She can't prove that!

Maybe Henry thought
the book was brilliant.

Maybe, but she can
argue the point.

I'll let the jury decide.

Ah, All right, there we go!

No problem.

Nothing that a chiropractor
and a scotch couldn't fix.

Is this your way of
asking me out for a drink?

Actually, I don't think
my husband would love that.

Your husband.
Wait, I'm sorry,

I was under the impression
you were in town

because your marriage
didn't work out.

An impression you
got from my mother.

More like wishful
thinking on her part.

She disapproved of your husband.

You're the shrink...

Is boycotting your only
daughter's wedding

a sign of disapproval?

You know, I did notice

you never rescheduled
our appointment.

Yeah, well...

With you and my mom
working together,

it didn't seem
like a great idea.

And now that you've
hit on me, it's...

I got bad information.
You can't hold that against me.

[chuckles] Okay.

If you don't hold
this against me...

I took this off your desk when
you were out of the room.

I didn't try to fill it.

I'm glad.

What changed your mind?

My daughter.

I thought I had it
under control, but...

even she noticed that
something's wrong

and I can't do
that to her again.

Do what again?

There's a reason that I haven't
seen my parents for a while.

My husband and I

were put into witness
protection ten years ago.

You weren't allowed to see them?

It's been hard.

And so I use the pills

as a way to make things easier.

But it's been a problem.

And once it got really bad.

Pills are an escape.

A way to avoid reality.

What reality are you
trying to avoid now?

Your mom seems to think
it's your marriage.

I feel like I should
be paying you.

I didn't mean for this
to turn into a session.

- No, it's fine.
- No, I'm sorry. I just...

I have been talking to the same
3 people for like, 10 years.

So it's really nice to...

Talk to someone new, I get it.

Yeah.

You don't need to come with me.

Really, I mean, the store's
just right around the corner,

and I think they're gonna
fix it pretty quick.

I have the time.

And, anyway...

The store's that way.

You have no idea where you are.
[laughs]

Okay.

Look, I'm not against looking.

I've been looking.
I make looking look good.

But what the hell
am I looking for?

Something, I don't know.

But if Henry is innocent,

then there must be
something that we missed.

Ooh, vouchered item.

One glass recovered from the
table next to the victim.

Contents found to be water.

Prints belonged to
the victim only.

Vouchered item... Ladies handbag.

Contents include... One ladies
wallet, assorted credit cards,

one keyring, three housekeys.

Oh!

Vouchered item... Cough drops,
two, recovered from...

Okay, this is stupid.

Wait, why the third
key on the ring?

It's a standard door,

it's just got a top
and a bottom lock.

I don't know,
maybe it's an extra.

Actually...

There's an auto payment
on her credit card monthly

to a place called the Vault.

That sound like storage?

The Vault, 118 Omega Street.

Yeah, it could be.
Check it out.

Writers only.

What is this place?

I was wondering if
somebody would show up.

I thought maybe I'd have to
gather her things by myself.

Well, the name kind
of threw me off.

Yeah, it's understandable.

"The Vault", it's supposed
to be like the place you go

to lock yourself away to
get some writing done.

But it's open to the public.

Assuming we have
the space available.

We have ten rooms.

We offer coffee and
writing supplies.

The brilliant ideas are
your responsibility.

Did you know Margaret Kettle?

Not really.

About as well as anyone
else around here.

Margaret liked to
be off on her own.

This is it.

I told the police
about this place,

but they didn't seem to care.

Said to send any personal
effects back to the family.

Henry's the writer
in the family.

So why would Margaret
rent a space in the Vault?

Don't know.

I'll be down front
if you need me.

All right, thanks.

Forty-nine...

Margaret was writing a book.

A book that told the truth
about her and Henry.

Henry, I am your lawyer.

I'm here to help you.
We're here to help you.

We know about Margaret,
we know how this started.

The Saddest Generation,
it's a brilliant novel.

But you didn't write it.
Margaret did.

How could you know that?

We found Margaret's new book.

Margaret was writing
again, non-fiction.

The true story of how The
Saddest Generation was written.

I didn't know.

It's like a diary.

She tells all of it.

About how she wrote the novel
when she was 19,

about how she begged you
to take credit for it.

I didn't want to.

I tried to stop it,
but they wouldn't listen.

Who wouldn't listen?

Margaret.

And my father.

I don't understand!

It's a novel, I never
thought they would like it.

She submitted it under
your name, Henry.

And they do like it!
Then tell them the truth!

I can't.

She can barely leave
the house, Henry.

Margaret can't talk to people
the way that you can!

I don't care!
I have my own writing!

There's an agent,
he wants a meeting.

One meeting.

After that, they can
publish the book.

Henry, we need the money!

Henry, please!
I can't meet them.

Look at me, I can't be
around too many people.

People love you, Henry.

Once it's published,

you can go back to
your own writing.

We need the money!

One meeting,
that's what they said.

But when the book came out,
it was over.

The critics said
it was brilliant,

there were reporters
and interviewers.

- Why wouldn't Margaret do it?
- She couldn't do that.

Even as a kid, Margaret had
doctors and phobias and...

I was the normal one,
the happy one.

[laughs] Look at me now.

Henry, your story
isn't over yet.

When she found out
I was writing again,

she was so angry.

Why?

I betrayed her.

You have to understand,

in her mind, Margaret
was Henry Kettle.

Only she could write a
book using that name.

Your name.

I told her, I didn't
care about publishing.

I just wanted to write again.

You know, for myself,
just so I could see

what I could have
been on my own.

She didn't believe me.

It wasn't her fault though.
Margaret...

wasn't well.

She couldn't control
her emotions.

And that's why she
stole your pages?

To embarrass me.

When she took the pages,
I went to find her, and...

She wouldn't listen.

She slapped me.

Do you have any idea

what it's like to
wake up every day

knowing you're living
someone else's life?

Henry, did you kill Margaret?

No.

But it's too late.

The jury thinks I did,
they're convinced I'm crazy.

No, it is not too late.
We never give up.

[upbeat music]

Excuse me, miss.

Ask her.

My name's Zack.

May I have this dance?

Sure.

♪ [slow music] ♪

See, some things are
better than a laptop.

What, none of the
boys ask you to dance?

Well, aren't you just in
the most unexpected places?

Nice to see you too.

So you come to all
these teenage dances?

I'm working.

[sighs]

Well, I was working.

I just came out to take
a break and get some air.

Working nights,

dedicated and charming.

As a matter of fact,

I'm usually much lazier.

[laughs]

I'm trying to track
down some missing money.

We get state funds to
treat these kids, and...

I just can't seem to
account for it all.

Well, maybe I could help you.

I do all the bookkeeping
at our office at home.

I might take you up on that.

How's it going with your mom?

Oh, about the same.

Look, I just gotta say

it couldn't have
been easy for her...

...watching her only daughter
go into witness protection.

If you take her side,

I am gonna throw you
off this balcony.

I used to go to dances.

In white gloves.

And my mom taught me the keys
to being a woman,

like fine manners
and good posture.

Uh, and it was all so small.

And that's why
Mitch was magical.

My mom just wanted to change
her wardrobe every season.

And Mitch wanted to
change the world.

So did you.

Yeah.

And how's that working out?

Guess I got what I wanted.

But sometimes I wish
my life was smaller.

Simpler.

You know what I mean?

I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have done that.

No, you shouldn't have.

MITCH: We've all done things
we wish we could take back.

I hear ya.

But taking credit for a book
that's a national treasure?

Come on.

Okay, new theory.

Go back to the
night Margaret died.

Henry goes over to
Margaret's apartment.

He's angry, he confronts her
about stealing the pages.

- Uh-huh.
- They argue, and he leaves.

Margaret's still alive.

Okay, that works,
assuming someone came in

and strangled her after he left.

- You have a suspect?
- Yeah, maybe. One.

Who?

Gordon Miller, Henry's agent.

The dude that found the body?

Or maybe he didn't.

Maybe she was alive
when he got there.

Come on, we ruled him out
because there was no motive.

Until now.

When he gets there,
Margaret's upset.

He tries to calm her down,
but she doesn't.

She tells him the truth.

That she wrote the
Saddest Generation.

Why would she do that?

Because she can't
control her emotions.

She threatens to
go public with it.

- But why does he kill her?
- Money!

Miller's got Henry's new book.

He knows it's worth a fortune.

He sells it and gets
a huge commission.

Unless Margaret tells the truth.

Henry Kettle is a fraud.

Okay, that's a theory.

Miller's a big guy,

he could easily strangle
a woman Margaret's size.

Plus, he's probably
right-handed.

Right-handed, well
that narrows it down.

I don't see how you're
gonna prove this.

I think I might know a way.

We need to talk.

- I'm not taking a plea.
- Neither am I.

Henry didn't kill Margaret,
but I might know who did.

- You might?
- It's your choice, Helen.

Hear me out now,

or we play this out
in front of a jury.

If I'm right, you set
an innocent man free;

If I'm wrong,
then you lose nothing,

and we go on with the trial.

I'm listening.

I need a continuance.
And...

I need you to make a call.

[sigh]

Mr. Miller.

Would you come
with us please, sir?

What's this about?

This is absurd.

Now you think
I killed Margaret.

Honestly, no.

Then what the hell
are we doing here?

Just tying up loose ends.

I'm assuming you
have nothing to hide.

I don't.

So then let's just do this
so we can all move forward.

Your wedding ring,
may I see it please?

- Why?
- Please.

[sighs]

What the hell is this?
What are you doing?

Margaret had scratches on
her neck, curved scratches.

The M.E. thought that they were
from Henry's fingernails.

I don't think so.

The ring's been cleaned.
Nothing on the surface.

Remove the stone.

No, hang on.

Sit down, Mr. Miller.

You'll be out of here
soon enough.

We have blood.

Why is there blood
on your ring, Gordon?

- Answer the question.
- He doesn't have to.

The swab will come back a
match to Margaret Kettle's DNA

and we'll know why.

I babysat that crazy son
of a bitch for 15 years.

Begging him all that time

to favour us with his genius.

Write us another masterpiece.

He didn't even
write the first one.

What does that mean?

It means Henry's a fraud.

His sister wrote
The Saddest Generation.

You should have seen her.

Shy little Margaret.
Mocking me.

She was gonna make sure
everyone knew the truth.

Do you know how much
a new manuscript

from Henry Kettle is worth?

Nothing.
You didn't have to kill her.

The book isn't any good.

Good.
It doesn't matter.

It's Henry Kettle.

I would have sold it
for millions.

[sigh]

The trial is over, Henry.

The D.A.' s
dismissing all charges.

You're free.

[sigh]

Thank you.

Not just from me,
from Margaret.

One thing... My sister's book,
the one you found.

It's our story, a memoir?

It's her follow-up to
the Great American Novel.

The one everyone's been
waiting for me to write.

I want to publish it.

If you do, everyone'll
know the truth.

It's time.

I just want to be myself again.

CLAIRE: Hi Dad, it's me.

We're at the hotel.
Call us back.

And go home if you're
still at the office.

I love you.

[dials number]

[phone vibrates]

[beep]

Hi, it's Abby, please
leave a message.

[door closes]

Ray?

[door opens]
Ray, did you forget something?

Sorry guys, we're closed.

You.

Mitch McDeere.

I've been thinking about this
moment since I was 15 years old.

You know who I am?

Mr. Morolto asked
you a question.

You're Joey.

You know why I'm here?

Go on, you son of a bitch,
get it over with.

Mitch, Mitch.

Come on now.

It's 2012.

I don't want to kill you.

I want to hire you.

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