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After discovering there was an outside chance

that Summer was the one who killed Margaret

because she couldn't remember the events

the night of the murder, I only had two options...

One, I could help Larry's case

by putting his daughter on the stand as a suspect.

Or two... I could lose his only viable character witness

by keeping her out of it all together.

Larry found a third option.

I killed Margaret!

Ye-e-e-e-s!!

No.

Whoo!

Mr. Henderson, are you prepared

to change your plea in front of the jury?

- Yes, I am. - No, he's not!

- Hah! I heard it! - You heard it.

Now, you bring in that jury so they can hear it.

Drinks on me at the Salty Pecker.

Not top shelf... Let's not go crazy.

Good by me... I could use a stiff drink.

Your Honor, my client is clearly not of sound mind,

and he only made this confession to save his daughter!

It's true, because I'm the one who killed Margaret Henderson.

- Summer! - Summer!

What the hell is going on?

Your Honor, the people are willing

to do a two-for-one Henderson fry.

Not so fast!

I killed Margaret Henderson!

Dwayne, what are you doing?

Are you [bleep] me?

Mr. Segal, I will not allow my court to turn into a circus.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I had to get a flu shot,

and now I can only walk backwards.

It's a temporary condition known as

"Backwards Cheerleader Syndrome,"

which is a form of Dystonia.

You can find it online and see that it's real.

Oh, shoot!

I got to get to court.

Excuse me.

What's going on?

We're all claiming we killed Margaret Henderson

in order to stick up for each other.

- You in? - No, I'm good.

Your Honor, I beg you... Please, give me a moment

with my client and his daughter and my investigator.

We have three confessions... pick one, bring in the jury,

Salty Pecker, drinks on me, top shelf is now on the table!

- None of them did it. - Except me! I did!

She's lying.

Aunt Josie, what are you doing here?

I was at an undisclosed island in the Mediterranean

spending my husband's fortune and cruising for [bleep]

Summer did not kill Margaret,

and I have pictures that prove

she was with me partying all that night

at Jessup Farm.

Well, look at that! Summer didn't do it!

Well, then, neither did I!

Uh, ditto for me.

You can't take back a confession! This isn't church.

It's not official because the jury didn't hear it.

Mr. Segal's right, although I caution you

to not waste the court's time like this again.

We will recess until tomorrow

so you can wrap up what's left of your case.

Thank you, Your Honor, and I can assure you

my team will be in line moving forward.

All right, let's go.

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I'm here with an anonymous source

who claims to have inside information

about the defense's star character witness,

Summer Henderson.

In order to protect this witness' identity,

we have distorted her voice or his.

So, thank you so much for joining us.

The pleasure is all mine, Heidi.

You claim to know why the defense

has yet to call up Summer Henderson.

That is correct.

According to my sources,

there is disturbing video of her raving at the Jessup Farm.

Wow.

That is shocking.

Thank you so much, anonymous source.

Thank you, Heidi.

Carol Anne Keane for District Attorney.

Listen, we have one day left to put someone on the stand,

and Carol Anne effectively just destroyed

our only character witness.

God, she is so dirty.

- Nothing is beneath her. - You were, weren't you?

Larry, come on.

If you're looking for a character witness,

wh-who's more credible than I am?

We are not putting you up there.

Carol Anne will rip you to shreds.

- So, what's our next move? - Reasonable doubt...

Jeremiah did well under cross,

plus he gave the jury cigarettes,

so he's not going to help us.

And Josie's no longer a suspect.

That leaves Rutger.

We need a way to refocus the trial

on what a bad guy he is.

Like a reverse character witness.

We just need to find someone to talk badly about Rutger.

And I think I know one person

that Carol Anne won't be able to break.

The defense would like to call Carol Anne Keane.

Objection... I'm an attorney, not a witness.

Mr. Segal is clearly speaking out of his anus.

Your Honor, I intend to prove

the testimony given by Rutger Hiss was inaccurate,

and Ms. Keane is the only one who can testify to that.

I normally wouldn't allow it, but technically, it's legal

and I've been advised by my life coach to say yes more...

so yes.

That was scary...

but it felt right.

If Carol Anne is going to play dirty, so am I.

I make no apologies

for my tactics during this trial.

The pressure is intense,

so much so that I've developed a tiny rash.

But I will not back down.

As a woman, I have to be 10 times the man any man would be.

I don't see her as a woman anymore.

Mitchell, less yapping, more wrapping.

Mm.

Ms. Keane, you were in a three-year romantic relationship

with Rutger Hiss, correct?

- Reminder... You're under oath. - And you're underfed.

Objection... I'm in the 60th percentile for boys my height.

Sustained.

Ms. Keane, answer the question.

Yes.

Mr. Hiss and I were in a relationship.

Isn't it true that Rutger Hiss kept his relationship

with Margaret Henderson a secret from you?

Yes.

Excuse me, I don't think people can hear you.

- Oh, no... - Oh, no. I-I heard it.

- Oh, it's clear as day... - Guys!

Counselor?

Yes.

So, Ms. Keane, if he had you in the dark

about his secret relationship

and the entire town believing he was in a coma,

isn't it possible he was keeping other secrets...

like the fact that he murdered Margaret Henderson?!

Ms. Keane, I'll repeat the question.

Do you think...

Are you okay?

My relationship with Rutger stirs up a lot of shame.

As a child,

I was raised to make good choices,

but as a woman,

struggling to survive in a male field,

my self-esteem has taken some blows.

The ladies here know what I'm talking about.

After a while,

I started to believe

that I didn't deserve any better than Rutger.

So in loving him...

I lost myself.

I see what's going on.

I... I think you should give the jury a little more credit

than to fall for your obvious theatrics!

Your Honor, I have a hostile witness

who is clearly trying to manipulate the court

- and should be ashamed of hers... - Oh, I have shame, Mister.

I have shame.

No further questions.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, Larry. She keeps one-upping me.

I've got to find a way to turn the tables on her.

- Put me on the stand! - No!

Defendants who remain silent always appear guilty.

It's true. I think he did it.

I keep going back and forth.

It's like a roller coaster... I'm assuming.

I can't go on roller coasters

because I have no inner ear.

You know, I think this is a good idea...

My dad is really persuasive.

He convinced you to stay here,

even though it's probably completely ruined your career.

You make a valid point.

My wife died. I'm wrongly accused.

Let me finally tell my side of the story!

What other options do we have?!

Okay! But you need to let me know

if there is anything else you haven't told me.

There isn't.

Wait... Have I told you

I was born with an extra testicle?

- Too many times. - You mean you got four of 'em?

Before you take the stand, we're gonna

have to find you a good witness coach.

I know someone... Sebastian Rappaport.

How do you know him? He's legit.

He's a behavioral psychologist.

You know, this may come as a surprise,

but I've been the subject of a bunch of studies.

Let me see if I have his number.

My brother-cousin said

we only have the courtroom for an hour.

Well, I need a year,

but I can do it in an hour.

Okay, Larry, let's start

with the vocal warm-up that we discussed.

I didn't diabolically dispose of my distant darling

during that dark day's dispute.

Excellent! Excellent!

Now, remember...

The jury will believe you...

if you believe you.

Read this.

"8 times 8 equals 1,000."

Liar! Try again.

- "8 times 8 equals 1,000." - Guilty!

Daughter's an orphan.

I c... can I try?

"8 times 8 equals 1,000."

Oh, oh... yes. Did you see that? Did you see that?

I believed that he believed it.

Young man, what is your secret?

- I carried the two in my head. - Well, congratulations...

You could kill anybody in this town and get away with it.

Sit down. I'm done with you.

Larry, again.

- "8 times 8"... - Stop!

Yeah, you don't even need to finish.

I could feel that you were willing to go there.

- Yes. - Now, next question...

Did you kill your wife?

- No. I absolutely... - Stop.

Are you happy with what your hands were doing there?

W-What were they doing?

Just telling the world that you're a cold-blooded killer.

H-Hold on! I-I don't need to take this abuse!

Yeah... Sebastian, maybe back off a little.

The guy's under a lot of pressure.

He goes on the stand tomorrow.

You're right. I'm sorry. I will back off.

In fact, I will get into my fully loaded Toyota Avalon

with my rear-view camera,

and I will back the [bleep] right out of here

into my mansion, which has a swimming pool...

...with a diving board and a slide!

Wait! Sebastian, please don't go. I'm really sorry.

End scene.

Josh, this man's a genius.

W-What do I do with my hands?

You keep them steady

by putting the caramel over the apple.

You try.

Did you kill your wife?

I did not...

kill my wife.

That just gave me chills. Now, finish with a smile.

Man, that caramel-over-the-apple thing

makes me think he may not have done it.

Counselor, I'd like to pass on some advice.

What is going on with you?

You're redder than normal.

I have a minor rash due to a food allergy

not at all related to the stress of the trial.

Besides, would you ask that question to a man?

Part of that man's neck just flaked off in front of me.

I would advise you not to put your client on the stand today.

It will not go well.

This verdict is inevitable,

but your reputation is still salvageable.

Why would I believe a word you say?

You shouldn't, and that's by design.

Which way am I coming from, Josh... which way?

I literally just saw that rash jump on your ear.

- Call a doctor. - Which way?

Which way?

Good afternoon, Mr. Henderson.

Can you tell me what this is?

It's a poem I wrote to Margaret on the morning she died.

Would you mind reading it for us?

"An angel sighs, an angel flies"...

"an ang..."

I can't finish.

Oh, I will.

You'll betray the words.

"An angel lies next to me."

Those are beautiful words.

And to anyone who finds it suspicious

that you would write her a loving poem

on the day she was killed,

can you tell me what these are?

That's the other 317 poems I wrote to Margaret...

one for every Friday, because that was the day we met.

Wow. You two were lucky to have each other.

I am so sorry for your loss.

No further questions.

Mr. Henderson, would you consider yourself

to be an honest man?

Well, of course.

And what about Harrison Weeks?

Is he an honest man?

Wha...

I'm sorry. What was the question?

Objection. Irrelevant... There's no one named Harrison Weeks

- involved in this case. - Overruled.

But, Ms. Keane, I suggest you get to your point

and some calamine lotion.

Mm.

Mr. Henderson, you claim to be an honest man,

but in truth, your whole life has been a lie.

Your name is not even Larry Henderson.

Your birth name is Harrison Weeks,

and you changed it after your mother mysteriously died

when you were a boy, isn't that true?

That is true.

I'm gonna take off.

No further questions.

This is definitely bigger news than his third ball.

Eh.

Do you understand how bad it looks

for this gigantic revelation to come up

right before closing arguments?!

Well, Josh, you have to look at things like...

Take the caramel off that apple!

I have heard the testicle story six times.

How did this never come up?

Because it's too hard to talk about.

Plus, the testicle story is a home run.

It all started with my mom's death.

I was 12 years old,

and I became depressed and went to a dark place.

Then one day,

I imagined that I was someone completely different,

and suddenly, everything seemed... better.

When I turned 18,

I decided to legally become someone else,

and that dark place became a distant memory...

...until Adelaide died.

And then Margaret.

I thought of changing my identity again,

but what I did instead was to create a world in my head

I can step into when things are difficult.

Some people think that's me being aloof,

but it's the only way I can make it through the day.

- I... I hope this makes sense. - It does!

And if I had known about it first,

I could have made the jury understand it,

but Carol Anne used it to reveal you as a liar.

She is a piece of work.

She must be really good at sex for you to be interested in her.

Larry, come on.

Josh, I don't know about the law, but...

- do we get any do-overs? - No.

All right, the only way to have something struck from the record

is if it was obtained illegally.

Who else knew about this?

Well, not a soul... The court records were sealed.

The only place the name Harrison Weeks even exists

is on my baby pictures I keep in my top drawer.

What are you doing?

I'm just stretching, Counselor.

Don't get any ideas.

I won't, but you're lying in my client's bed.

Oh, my God.

There's nothing in here but loose change,

loose joints, and a ton of hotel toiletries.

No... They want you to take them.

- Larry, there are no pictures here. - What?!

Carol Anne must have taken the baby pictures

during the jury visit. There's just no way to prove it.

- Or is there? - Why, what have you got?

Nothing. I'm just asking a question.

Wait a minute...

Maybe there is a way to prove it.

Everything we do...

is being recorded.

Anne, you're a genius!

Members of the jury, you are instructed

to disregard all evidence

relating to Mr. Henderson's previous identity,

as it was obtained illegally.

Psst! Bad news... I talked to that camera guy

who's always rolling his eyes at me.

Apparently, they don't have footage

of Carol Anne going through that dresser.

I know. I totally got her.

I was bluffing.

The... The cameras don't catch everything.

Oh, good, 'cause I... I stole one of Larry's doobies.

Oh, it's all right.

- I grow weed in my garden. - Guys!

Can you...

Ms. Keane, if you violate

the rules of evidence again,

I will hold you in contempt.

Yes. Again, Your Honor, I am so sorry.

Sometimes, being a woman in a male field...

Do not even.

Yes, ma'am.

Mr. Segal, you may continue.

Actually...

the defense rests.

And wipe that smirk off your face.

Closing statements start tomorrow,

and you both better be professional.

This is my court.

The day is finally here...

Closing arguments in the Larry Henderson murder trial.

Tensions are high as both sides

have their last chance to appeal to the jury.

And this is my last chance

to showcase my talents to our larger affiliates.

How you feelin', Shreveport?

You've heard testimony from many people about Larry Henderson.

But I want you to focus on the two people

that you didn't hear from...

his daughter...

Mnh-mnh...

...who must suspect that he is not the loving family man

the defense would have you to believe...

Mnh-mnh-mnh!

And his dead wife, who knows that for a fact

because he killed her with the same cold-blooded stare

that he wears on his face to this day!

It shook me. Mm!

He keeps saying how much he misses Margaret.

It is your duty to reunite them.

Thank you very much.

I just got to... Yeah.

Counselor?

Yeah. Got it.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

over the past several weeks,

you have witnessed

the prosecution launch a relentless,

scathing, oftentimes personal attack against my client.

And all she could come up with

was baseless, worthless speculation.

But speculation isn't good enough!

You need facts, and the fact is

that there is nothing linking my client to the death...

To the death...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I need to speak from the heart.

Over the past six months,

I have gotten to know the real Larry Henderson.

As his lawyer and friend,

I can assure you he is no monster.

He is a victim of unspeakable tragedy.

And while the prosecution has painted him

as cold and detached,

that's just his way of coping with unbearable pain.

So before you judge him...

ask yourself how you would act

if everything you ever cared about...

was taken away.

Now, I know that I couldn't do as good of a job as he has.

Larry Henderson did not kill his wife.

I know it it my heart...

and I think you do, too.

Thank you.

I love you, Josh.

It's so powerful when you speak from the heart.

How do I feel? Fantastic.

Now all that's left is to wait for the jury to reach a verdict.

The longer it takes, the better.

It means that I've given them plenty of reasonable doubt,

and in a case like this,

I'm guessing it will take a few weeks,

maybe a month.

Josh! Good news!

The jury reached a verdict!

Whoo!