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Narrator: 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.

They want all cops
to live in the city.

On our salaries?

I don't think this is beef, man.

Somebody didn't
want to pay for dinner.

It's too greasy.

Officers, please...

Restaurant bills,
we don't get involved.

- Go to Small Claims court.
- No, no.

Downstairs, I push
buzzer. No answer.

Lady walk out, I walk in.

They owe $26.

I very sorry I come in, but $26!

I no touch anything.
I no take anything.

Tell him to shut up.

The order was called in at 9:05,

and the delivery boy
found them at 9:40.

Close the door.

- Cop: It's the smell.
- The flies'll come in for the blood.

Close the door.

Well, silver, jewelry,
cash... untouched.

Here's a Con Ed bill... "Mr.
And Mrs. Edward Cullen."

Young wife?

Eh... I don't know.

Four closets with his
clothes, one closet with hers.

No wallet, no purse,
no credit cards?

Come on.

It's the strangest
marriage I've ever seen.

Cop: Excuse me.
Easy there, ma'am.

The two of them?

What... what did you say?

Ed and Melanie... they're getting
divorced. She doesn't live here anymore.

Is she blonde, about 30?

Blonde, but if Melanie's
30, I'm Vanilla Ice.

Who? It wasn't the wife.

You know where we
can find Mrs. Cullen?

We were... we were
separated for 15 months.

That doesn't mean
that I stopped loving him.

Cerreta: Take your time.

We just want to
find out who did this.

Did your husband
have any enemies?

You know... I mean, in
business or anything?

Eddie owed people money,

but not enough for
somebody to kill him.

Your husband, Mrs. Cullen,

when's the last
time you saw him?

Three...

four...

months ago.

With the lawyers.

Not a friendly divorce?

It was amicable.

People change.

Did you know your
husband's friend?

She was blonde, about 30.

A woman was shot
with your husband...

in the bedroom.

Huh-uh.

Could you tell me what you
were doing tonight, Mrs. Cullen?

I was married to
him for 25 years.

Do you think I could shoot him?

I was here...

with Jamie, our... my son.

He went home a
half hour ago to study.

Would you give us his address?

Do you mind if I call him first?

Let me tell him
his father's dead?

Of course.

Everybody liked him.

Cerreta: Construction is not
always a friendly business, Jamie.

Are you saying my dad
was some kind of gangster?

Why would anybody kill him?

You work with your father?

Yeah.

Um...

I'm putting up frames.

He wanted me to
get into law school.

Course for the law boards.

Who was your
father's girlfriend?

I didn't know he
had a girlfriend.

You guys had to tell my mother?

You were with her tonight?

I have...

dinner with her a
couple times a month.

She still can't get used to...

living alone.

So when'd you leave
her? About 10:00, right?

About 11:00.

I guess it's...

I guess it's your job, thinking
these things, you guys,

but it's crazy.

My mother wouldn't
kill my father.

Six slugs. Talk about
"coitus interruptus."

- You bring me a .38?
- It's out there somewhere.

Only 7-800,000 of them around.

You're looking for an
old one, heavy rifling.

Run Melanie and Edward Cullen.

Done.

No registrations...
New York, Connecticut,

Jersey and Pennsylvania.

She does card tricks, too.

Try this trick... go through
every .38 slug you got,

and if that doesn't work, start
with our friends in Hoboken

and Long Island City and
work your way east and west.

Sure, but it's a big haystack.

The wife and the kid
may be telling the truth.

Yeah... or the kid's
lying to cover for her.

Or she's lying to cover for him.

Or maybe they got
up after the lasagna

cabbed it to 73rd Street

and whacked the
"happy couple" together.

You know, we do have a
few other people in this town.

Have you considered
anybody else?

There's no mob angle, because
as you know, they use .22s, not .38s.

So? What, you figure Cullen
got up at a delicate moment,

let the killer in and then
hopped back in the sack?

I figure "somebody" had a key.

Phil, I know it looks obvious,

but before we sentence the wife,
remember we do have two victims here,

and one of them is still wearing
a tag on her toe... "Jane Doe."

Maybe she had an enemy.
Maybe she had a name.

Middle-age guy has a babe
like that, he spreads the news.

Ask at the office.

I always told Ed, "Stick
to your core business...

Residential in Queens,
commercial in Manhattan."

No, he wants to do
condos, First Avenue.

- Cerreta: You his partner?
- Sales manager.

And I know what sells.

He wants to leave
Melanie, I said, "She's

Brooklyn, you're
Brooklyn. That's your core."

- You think it was the girlfriend?
- No, she came later.

You know, mid-life crisis, business
goes bad, he wants a divorce,

he cons Melanie into moving out,

promises he's gonna
sell the apartment.

This dead boss of yours
sounds like a real charmer.

What, only bad guys
leave their wives?

Every guy who knew Ed
Cullen thought he was terrific.

Alexandra Beckett...
What, is that with two "T" s?

One or two. I never met
her. He kept her mostly secret.

You happen to know
where she lived?

No, but she
worked at Christie's.

Woman: Oh God.

It's Alexandra.

This was her big sale.

Could we go downstairs?

Yeah, sure.

Cerreta: Did you
know her boyfriend?

Mm-hm. Doug Phillips.

How many boyfriends
did she have?

Oh, you mean Edward.
You said "boyfriend."

She broke up with him when
she started seeing Edward.

In other words, she
traded in a boy for a man?

He... Doug... Dropped
out of Wharton,

dropped out of
Yale Architecture.

Edward was solid. He
knew what he wanted.

What he wanted was Alexandra?

He adored her.

Doug must've been thrilled.

He have a temper?

Oh no... no, no.

Doug would've never
have killed Alexandra.

But he might've killed Cullen.

There... there was a
scene... in a restaurant...

With Cullen?

Edward was there with
Alexandra at "Vincenzo's,"

and Doug walked in... drunk,

and he punched him.

P-H-I-L-L-I-P-S.

First name "Douglas." Run
him for his prints, will you?

And his phone.
Message unit detail.

- Bobby, Bobby, get a subpoena
for his MUDs, all right?
- Bobby: Gotcha.

Usage details.

Phillips called his girlfriend's apartment
and Cullen's apartment... 50 times.

There's no gun registered
to Phillips in New York,

and there's no match
yet on the slugs.

Yeah, but he called Cullen's
apartment the night of the murder.

Yeah, keep checking the other
states and keep looking for a match.

The kid had an altruistic phase.

Taught public school one summer.

So you got his prints? They
match a set in Cullen's apartment.

Let me see that. You're welcome.

And may I suggest
a search warrant?

Cerreta: Yeah. Mm-hmm.

I didn't kill her. I
wanted to marry her.

Did she want to marry you?
What was she doing at Cullen's...

shopping for her trousseau?

Are these yours?

Hers. Spares.

She was my girlfriend.
She used to sleep here.

We'd like you to come
down to the precinct,

just to ask a few questions.

I'm going to call a lawyer.

So he slugged him, once,
weeks ago. That's not murder.

He was a sleaze in a
thousand-dollar suit.

With a nicer
apartment than yours.

Alexandra had a
weakness for older men,

which is a joke, if
you know her father.

What are you saying
here? Am I a suspect?

Hey, listen, everybody's a
suspect until they're cleared.

But let's just say you
didn't kill Cullen, all right?

Have you ever been
in his apartment?

Uh, once.

A cocktail party with Alexandra
four or five months ago.

He was trying to get on the
board of a dance company.

Pathetic.

They wanted his
money and his view.

Your girlfriend liked a
lot more than the view.

Hey... up yours, pal.

- Do I have to take this crap?
- Cerreta: Nice work...

Bait him, calm him
down, rev him up again.

Logan: Did you talk to
Alexandra the night she was killed?

I was home.

You call anybody?
Anybody call you?

You called Cullen's apartment
an hour before he died

and the call
lasted... six minutes.

Not another word. Let's
go. That's it. Interview's over.

You charge him
or you let him go.

Prints, motive, opportunity.

Those prints could've
been five months old.

- Or 96 hours.
- How did he get in?

Kid had a key to the girl's
apartment, she had a key to Cullen's...

I'm figuring "one
plus one equals two."

The girl was shot first. He's
gonna kill him, he'd pop the guy first.

Come on. He's angry enough to shoot
her but not enough to shoot her first?

- I wish we had a gun.
- I wish I had a girlfriend
named "Lola."

What do you think, Counselor?

We've gotten
indictments on a lot less.

They don't sell hot
guns at Brooks Brothers.

I am telling you, this twerp
wouldn't know where to get one.

Come on, Phil, even rich
jerks can get a .38 in this town.

Douglas Phillips,
you're under arrest

for the murder of Edward
Cullen and Alexandra Beckett.

You have the right to remain
silent. Anything you do say...

Not guilty.

Your Honor, these
are vicious murders

committed by a privileged
young man who considers himself

beyond the norms of society.
The People request substantial bail.

Your Honor, Mr. Phillips has
never been arrested before,

he has strong family
roots in New York City...

His grandfather sat on the bench
where Your Honor now presides.

I hope he worked
shorter hours than I do.

$200,000.

I'll be back in 10.

What? What are we doing here?

No gun, no witness, no record.

He'd have a record if Cullen had
called the cops after he slugged him.

You want to make a
case, he'll plead to assault.

How about manslaughter
one... Crime of passion?

Logan: Here you go.

Best hot dog in the city?

86 and Third...
the papaya place.

There may be hope for you yet.

"Ptomaine City." You want this?

Yeah.

What's around here?

"Antonio's." Let's go
get some calamari.

Listen, Phil, I don't eat
anything that squirts ink, okay?

"Mrs. Cullen thanked the police

for apprehending
her husband's killer."

What, she send you a note?

You tell me.

How did Phillips get in?

Cragen could be right...
He lifted the girl's key.

Do you buy it?

You don't think he did it?

The Cullen kid spent a
lot of time with his father.

Yeah. He probably had a key.

Remember what he said?

He said, "My mother
wouldn't kill my father."

He was with her at
the time of the murder.

Why didn't he say, "My
mother didn't kill my father"?

You want to reopen 'cause
the kid used the wrong tense?

All right, look,
it's not just that.

These snot-nosed rich kids, you
look at 'em funny, they fall apart.

Phillips... he didn't break.

This a conspiracy? You
guys in on this together?

Cullen and the girlfriend are
shacking up for four months.

The wife never heard of
her? The son never noticed?

Come on, her clothes are in
his apartment. The son go blind?

The son has no motive,
the wife has an alibi.

What about the alibi's alibi?

- Jamie Cullen.
- Oh.

Excuse me, dear.

Hmm, looks like he'll
be back for another try.

Checks out the review tapes,
but his test exam's marginal.

Very.

Have his scores dipped lately?

Bad and steady.

We set him up
with a study group...

Seven other students.

Oh, look at this.

He missed class Thursday night.

You got the names of those
kids? The ones in the study group.

I'm trying to get
into law school

because my father told me
education is wasted on women.

Jamie wants to go

because his father wanted him
to make something of himself.

Did he have a
problem with his father?

Jamie had a problem
with the law boards.

He liked his father.

You took him his
notes after class?

For what it's worth.

What time's he get there?

About 9... 9:10.

You leave them at the door?

No, I gave them to Jamie.

You're sure about the time?

I'm positive.

You arrested somebody, right?
Why are you asking me this?

It's a slow day.

I don't know, we thought
we'd kill some time.

Jamie, you weren't
with your mother.

I had dinner with her.

What do you think this is,
some kind of a schoolyard game?

"No, I didn't." "Yes, you did."

You want us to prove
it, we will prove it.

Okay, I was with her.

I was there until... about 8:30.

She called me up, she was
scared. She said you accused her.

- Did she tell you to lie?
- She didn't kill my father.

We're barely out the door, she's
already on the horn telling the kid to lie.

The good news? Great Neck,
four years ago, your .38 hit a burglar.

You're not gonna ask?

- The dog ate it?
- Stolen. Three years ago.

Stolen from who?

Right out of my apartment. Somebody
must've come in the fire escape.

I reported it.

Where were you working then?

What, three years
ago? I don't remember.

That's the damn truth.

Your boss says it was a
construction site in Nassau County.

- If you say so.
- I do say so.

How long you been a
security guard, George?

14 years.

14 years? State of New
York says in 14 years

you had three registered
guns... Two of them stolen.

You're a hell of
a security guard.

You ought to hire a
guard to watch your guns.

I live in a rough neighborhood.

Your last stolen gun
has two bodies on it.

You sold that, it's a felony.

Maybe you like "accessory
to murder" better?

Hey, do you think we can't find
out what happened to your guns?

- We'll tear your life apart.
- Or you tell us, plead
to a misdemeanor,

find yourself a new career.

Hey, look... He said
he couldn't get a license.

He carried a lot of cash and
he needed a gun for protection.

- He gave me $500.
- He?!

Are you trying to annoy me?
Is that what he's trying to do?

- He's trying
to get on my nerves.
- The boss, Mr. Cullen.

His own gun. I love this.

So he killed the girl, killed himself,
and then threw the gun out the window?

Come on.

He had the gun in the
apartment for three years.

The wife didn't know about
it? The kid didn't know about it?

But how would
Doug Phillips know?

The wife's alibi is shot.

So you have means
and opportunity.

- What about motive?
- Try blonde and 30.

Not to mention money.
She says he was broke.

He sure didn't live
like he was broke.

Go rattle her chain.

- Why would I need a lawyer?
- Cerreta: Because you're a suspect

in the murder of your
husband and Alexandra Beckett.

I told my son to lie
because I was afraid.

Afraid your husband was going
to leave you without a dime?

We were married for 25 years

and I haven't had a
job since I got engaged.

I was a salesgirl
at B. Altman then,

and now I don't even know
what category to look under.

How about "Housewife from
King's Highway, Brooklyn"?

There's nothing wrong with being
a housewife from King's Highway.

Unless your husband wants
a hostess from Georgetown.

Ever see something like this?

Yeah... on TV.

Your husband had one of
these. You know where he kept it?

I haven't been in that
apartment for a year.

The gun's been
there for three years.

I just buried my husband.

Is this one solid?

- She lied about her alibi.
- She lied about the gun, too.

Look, we lifted her prints
off the photo of the gun.

They match the prints
on Cullen's doorknob.

Hard to believe they
stayed there over a year.

And 10-to-one she lied
about knowing the girlfriend.

You need a scorecard to keep
track of the lies with this broad.

They convinced me.

Okay, we'll dismiss on
the boyfriend. Pick her up.

Bailiff: The charges are
murder in the second degree

and manslaughter
in the first degree.

Is the defendant
ready to enter a plea?

Not guilty.

Your Honor, this was a
vicious double murder...

What is this... Deja
vu all over again?

Didn't I hear this speech two
weeks ago with a different defendant?

The People have
rectified their error.

Mr. Lehrman: Your Honor,
they're compounding their error.

There's no predicting
who they'll arrest next.

Mrs. Cullen is a
grief-stricken widow.

Save it, Counselor.
Same crime, same bail.

$200,000.

Lehrman: Murder two? Why
even have it on the menu?

This isn't murder,
it's manslaughter.

So you're admitting
she killed them?

No, but if she killed them,

it was extreme
emotional disturbance

and that's manslaughter.

I get it... she wasn't there.

And if she was there,
she didn't kill them.

If she did kill them,
she didn't mean to.

If she did mean to, it's
because she was upset.

Cute. The murder
charge is inflated.

If she killed in the heat of
passion and you can prove it.

Her husband was in
bed with another woman.

Juries tend to be sympathetic.

They also tend to sympathize with
people who have been shot six times.

Criminally negligent
homicide. She does no time.

No time...?

Why don't we throw
her a tickertape parade?

Manslaughter one, eight
and a third each count.

It's called plea bargaining,
not plea scalping.

Pass.

The jury is not going
to convict on murder.

Take a deal. Manslaughter
one, four years.

That's all she'll
probably get anyway.

This kind of case,
judges are lenient.

In this kind of case, if
it is a case of passion,

the woman is weeping into the
barrel of the gun as the cops drive up.

She doesn't run, hide the
gun, lie to the police, fake alibis.

Yeah, and all the
jury's gonna see

is a middle-aged
widow who snapped.

Some widow...
She's barely a wife.

A few months, the
legal separation is up,

two signatures,
they're divorced.

Which they weren't.

Which means she inherits.
Another motive entirely.

Cullen was supposed to be broke.

I need every scrap of
paper from the crime scene,

Cullen's office, Mrs.
Cullen's apartment,

and every witness
re-interviewed.

I'll give you five-to-one all
you're gonna get is eyestrain.

All the detectives are
going to get is sore feet.

You're gonna end up
exactly where you started...

"Wife Shoots Husband
in Bed with Lover."

Take a deal.

Cerreta: Cullen
sure got a lot of mail.

Here's your motive.

Cullen won a million bucks...

Right from Ed McMahon.

Here's something from the
office of the Attorney General.

Hmm, notice of
sales tax violation.

Hmm. Did he jaywalk, too?

It's a jeweler. They don't go
after people for nickels and dimes.

Man: Eight and 1/4 % tax.

On $14,000, that's over $1100.

My customer says to me,
"Ship a dummy box to Jersey

or I'll buy my stones in Palm
Beach." What am I supposed to do?

Tell him our jails are
nicer than Florida's.

State hit me with a $100,000
fine. I love New York.

Looks like you're surviving.
The record on that necklace...

Is this really important? My customer
comes in again, I want his business.

If your customer comes
in again, call "Geraldo."

He's dead, and this is
a murder investigation.

Mr. Cullen paid cash, right?

And the necklace was sent
to an Alexandra Beckett?

Just barely.

Mr. Cullen had bought several
pieces for his wife over the years.

Smaller pieces.

It was a cretinous new shipping
clerk who called Mrs. Cullen by mistake.

She was not expecting a
necklace. Very embarrassing.

If Mr. Cullen had found out, it
could've cost me his business.

Cost him a lot more than that.

Two motives are better than one.
She knew he had money and a girlfriend.

So she was upset.

That gets her from murder
down to manslaughter.

Really? She got the bad news
two months before she killed them.

Every court in the state will
call that a cooling-off period.

She can be provoked more than
once and still say it's a crime of passion.

- Not if she planned to kill them.
- She found them in bed.

I know to a jury it looks
like new provocation,

but what if she wasn't
surprised to see them there?

What if I prove to you that
she went there to kill them

and she knew she could pick up
a gun on the way to the bedroom?

- Would that satisfy you?
- Would that satisfy you?

You're splitting legal hairs.

Do you sincerely believe
Melanie Cullen went there

with murder in her heart?

If I have any doubts
I'll plead her down.

If not, she does 25-to-life.

We're still collecting
Cullen's mail.

This came yesterday.

"If you wish to make
additional spare copies

of the keys to your
Fournier 'Securi-Proof' lock,

discover the convenience of
ordering directly from the factory."

So he had a key made.

Somebody had a key made.

Locks with thousand-dollar keys.

Invent one, I'll mint money.
Fourniers, 57 bucks a pop.

The Cullen key?

"Reason: Lost original.

Owner: Mrs. Edward Cullen."

Mrs. Cullen? She
had an original key?

Lost original. But
you made her a copy?

She had the serial number.

And, yes, I called the company
and checked the address on her ID.

Where do you get
a serial number?

It's on the registration papers.

That's it?

Stamped on the original
keys, but she'd lost them, right?

- Where'd she get the number?
- Stone: Fournier locks have three keys.

Cullen had one,
Alexandra Beckett had one.

You think either of them
gave Mrs. Cullen the number?

The son.

He gave it to her,
or she helped herself.

So Cullen was
killed by his wife,

or by his wife and son. I don't
even want to think about this.

We pick him up as an accessory,
maybe even a co-conspirator.

He lied, Adam. He
knows something.

Frank Lehrman will never let you
deal the son against the mother.

And maybe she copied the number
off her son's key. He doesn't know...

We bring him the news. Suddenly
he sees Mom in a whole new light.

- Don't arrest him.
- I have to scare him.

My office or the room at Rikers.

The minute you call him, he's gonna call
his mother, she's gonna call Frank Lehrman,

and he's gonna demand that the
interview take place in his office.

You want to scare the kid? Put
Cerreta and Logan at the water cooler.

If he doesn't break,
then read him his rights.

Gestapo tactics, Stone?

Two cops outside?
Why not rubber hoses?

We have reason to believe that
you are guilty of criminal facilitation...

Providing your mother with
the means to murder your father.

What?

This is the "minor
question" you wanted to ask?

You had a key to your
father's apartment, didn't you?

So?

She got the serial
number off of your key.

She had it made
or you gave it to her.

I... I didn't... She
didn't have a key.

Sworn statement
from the locksmith.

That's it... This
interview has ended.

- Stone: She didn't tell you, did she?
- You don't have to answer that.

She had it made because
she planned to kill your father.

No, that's not what she said!

No, come on... that is
not admissible. Shut up.

No, you shut up. You
take your hands off him,

or I'll have you up on
hindering prosecution.

- I'm this boy's lawyer.
- You're his mother's lawyer.

He and his mother have different
interests. Isn't that right, Jamie?

When you arrested her,

she told me my dad let her in.

Okay? She was just going over to
talk about getting back together again.

She didn't know Alexandra
was going to be there.

She didn't want to hurt anybody.

She didn't mean
to do it, you know?

That's what she
said. That's what...

that's what she said.

Mr. Gruen: I'm not
his corporate attorney.

I only represented
Mr. Cullen in his divorce.

What was the status of the
divorce when Mr. Cullen was killed?

Objection... the attorney-client
privilege survives death.

I'm asking about documents
in the public record.

On that basis only... proceed.

Mr. Gruen: The
separation period was up.

He signed the
document, she didn't.

She hit him with a dozen
motions about his finances.

In your expert opinion,
what does that indicate?

Your Honor, is my hearing
going, or did Mr. Stone say

about six seconds ago that he'd
only ask about public documents?

Mr. Gruen is an expert
in divorce litigation,

and I am not asking about
discussions with his client.

Your hearing is fine,
Mr. Lehrman. Sit down.

Stone: What does it generally
mean when one party in a divorce

makes repeated motions
against the other party's assets?

She thought he was hiding money.

Thank you.

What did the documents
you gave Mrs. Cullen

say about Mr. Cullen's
financial condition?

They said he was broke.
Mr. Cullen provided the documents.

And how much were you charging
Mr. Cullen for your expert services?

- 350 an hour.
- Nice work.

How much did you bill
him just before he died?

About $7,000.

Did he pay that bill? He did.

How? In cash.

Alexandra Beckett was my
boss, and she was my friend.

Had you ever seen the defendant,
Melanie Cullen, before today?

Cecily: Yes, about six
weeks before Alexandra died,

that woman walked
onto our floor at Christie's.

Alexandra stopped talking to the
customer, and she went into the office.

She told me she didn't
want to talk to her.

Was that the first time
you'd seen the defendant?

She came about
two other times...

Once Alexandra was
off, once she just hid.

Thank you.

Do you know how Ms.
Beckett met Mr. Cullen?

He and his wife bought some
Japanese prints at one of her sales.

So isn't it possible
that Mrs. Cullen wanted

to speak to Ms. Beckett
about upcoming sales?

She was a collector, wasn't she?

Mrs. Cullen didn't
have any money.

Did the defendant ask specifically
to see Ms. Beckett's apartment?

Yeah, her... the defendant.

She said she was
looking for a studio.

I say, "I'm the super.
You want the rental agent.

Anyway, there's no vacancies."
She says, "Here's a hundred bucks."

Stone: What was the money for?

Super: She wants to see
Ms. Beckett's apartment.

Heard she was movin' out.

I said, "Maybe, but not
for a couple of months yet."

She says, "Here's 200."

I wouldn't show her.

Thank you.

Mr. Kolvino, hasn't anybody ever
paid you to look in an apartment before?

Sure, but not in this market.

You almost feel sorry for her.

Adam: I trust the
key word is "almost."

Two months after my divorce, I
wanted to kill my wife... I didn't.

Adam: 50% of
marriages end in divorce.

If everybody starts shooting, a
quarter of the population is dead.

Don't count on that jury.

But my premeditation
case... Halfway there.

The son testifies,
Melanie Cullen is gone.

Two years on the job,

my first murder
case, I said to myself,

"Jury'll be out in
30 minutes. Guilty."

And a day later, they acquitted.

Six days... they convicted.
But a lousy six days.

Adam: Yes?

Tell him to call him back.

Thank you.

Lehrman wants to talk.

You get a decent deal, take it.

Manslaughter two, one count.

Two dead bodies, two counts.

Manslaughter one, 15 years.

Maybe the jury believes she
was following Ms. Beckett,

but she was acting crazy
when she did it. Six years.

12 years, end of conversation.

Look, you're not gonna get
anyplace trying... Melanie...

Please.

12 years in jail?

I'd be an old woman.

That's more than
Alexandra Beckett'll be.

I gave him my life,

and he just threw it away.

Look, I am not a used
piece of furniture, Mr. Stone.

I'm not some end
table that you replace

because it gets nicks and
chips, and the styles change.

And so you shot your husband.

I hadn't planned to kill him.

You know what, Mrs.
Cullen? I don't believe you.

There are women on the
jury. They'll believe me.

I won't be a victim anymore.

Stone: Did she tell you
how she killed them?

She knew my father's
gun was in the dresser.

Stone: Did you have a key
to your father's apartment?

Jamie: Yes.

Did you ever give that
key to your mother?

No.

She had her own.

What?

You are under oath, Mr. Cullen.

My father told me to give her the serial
number so she could make a copy...

So she could move out the rest
of her things whenever she wanted.

Recess, Your Honor?

Recess, 10 minutes.

- Stone: She got to him.
- Robinette: She's his mother.

I don't know who to slam first... the
kid for perjury or Lehrman for suborning.

He gave her the gun. Without his testimony,
we didn't have the murder weapon.

Without the key, we've
got no premeditation!

Go easy. To the jury,
he's halfway to being

an orphan. You're
trying to finish the job.

Please, just get the deposition.

- "I didn't know
my mother had a key..."
- Stone: Louder, Mr. Cullen.

"If she copied my key, she
did so without my knowledge."

- You sign that statement?
- I said what you wanted
to hear... you confused me.

"Confused" you? How
old are you, Mr. Cullen?

- 22.
- And when did you
graduate from college?

My father was murdered. You
brought two policemen with you.

You were going to arrest me if I
didn't say what you wanted to hear!

Stone: Mr. Cullen, that has
nothing to do with the proceedings.

Now what? You want to put
Cerreta and Logan on the stand?

They're gonna say sure they
were there... smiling the whole time.

- I shouldn't have taken them.
- You wanted to arrest the kid.

That would've looked terrific to a
jury... they'd have convicted you.

What if we put
Lehrman on the stand?

He's not the kid's attorney, and
I don't think he'd perjure himself.

Oh, that's beautiful... A
defense attorney as a witness.

Judge Becky Stein... Not
gonna happen, let it drop.

Lehrman's changed his
witness list. Mrs. Cullen's up first.

Oh, great. Get out
your handkerchiefs.

I just went over to talk to him.

I... I thought things
were getting better.

I thought we might
get back together.

We had 25 years.

You knew he'd been
seeing someone else?

A little fling. Men do that.

But you did not know
she would be there?

No.

And then I saw her in my...

in my bed.

She told me to get
out of my bedroom.

I saw my hu...

I knew it was all over.
I'd been kidding myself.

Over-the-hill, middle-aged
woman kidding herself,

and this young, rich
girl looking at me.

I felt so pathetic.

So pathetic!

I wanted to kill myself.

Melanie: That's all...

that's all I
remember, I'm sorry.

I'm so... I'm so sorry.

Your witness.

Mrs. Cullen...

Mrs. Cullen...

how many times
did you shoot them?

I don't remember.

Do you remember asking your son

to lie the night of the murder?

I was afraid. I'm sorry.

Do you remember asking your
son to lie for you at this trial?

I told him to tell the truth.

Nothing matters.

Nothing matters anymore.

- You want to do what?
- Juries like to compromise.

If they can choose
between murder two,

manslaughter or acquittal,
they'll choose manslaughter.

Good, she'll go to prison.

For four years...
for two deaths.

If we drop the manslaughter
charge, they'll pick murder, 25-to-life.

- Or they'll acquit.
- She's a cold-blooded killer.

She could walk.

My case is made... premeditation.
The jury won't let that happen.

"Pride goeth before a fall."

I'll send you flowers in
the intensive care unit.

I can't do it, Ben. The
evidence cuts both ways.

Stone: It is within
your discretion.

So the People request that the manslaughter
counts not be submitted to the jury.

You drop manslaughter, and
the jury convicts on murder...

- Automatic appeal.
- Not if you don't object.

I am representing Mrs. Cullen.

If the jury believes her, and the
manslaughter counts are gone,

she goes home
tomorrow afternoon.

Judge Stein: If he
accepts this, Ben,

I'm going to make
it absolutely clear

they must believe
beyond a scintilla of doubt

that she committed premeditated
murder, or they acquit.

"Beyond a scintilla"?

A "mini-scintilla."

Was Mrs. Cullen confused,
emotional, suicidal?

This is what Melanie Cullen did:

She stalked Alexandra Beckett;

she had a key
made to the new lock

on Edward Cullen's apartment;

she went there after
dark, let herself in,

and she helped herself to the
gun that she knew was there.

She ran away, she
disposed of the gun;

she convinced her son
to give her a phony alibi.

She lied to the police;

she lied to her son;

she lied to you.

She shot and killed two people

in an act of cold and
calculated murder.

Don't let her get away with it.

The question is not whether the defendant
killed Mr. Cullen and Ms. Beckett.

The only question
for you to resolve

is that of her state of mind.

You must find beyond
any reasonable doubt,

that she did not act
under the influence

of extreme
emotional disturbance.

You must find
that she did intend,

with premeditation,

to cause the deaths
of two people,

or you must find her not guilty.

Robinette: Never seen
you like this before.

I have never done anything
this potentially stupid before.

I just pray to God that
when I get out of here,

I'm not competing with Melanie
Cullen for an uptown cab.

Jury just finished dinner...
Catered from "Walter's."

Hope you don't
have a lousy six days.

Well, it's four hours...
It's already lousy.

- Good night, gentlemen.
- Good night.

Stone.

Just a minute.

It's Lehrman...
he's pacing, too.

He'll take two
counts of man one.

She'll do nine years.

It's more than
four. Less than 25.

Your case.

And my stomach.

Deal.

Your role was no less crucial
because your verdict was not required.

I thank you. You are excused.

Your Honor, move to
continue bail until sentencing.

Motion to continue granted.

Juror: Lucky? 10 minutes
later, it would have been murder.

We were voting.

The way she used her
son made us all furious.

- If only the kid hadn't lied.
- What if your mother killed your father?

I wouldn't have lied.
What is she up to?

Rehearsing for the parole board.

I don't know what
happened. I don't remember.

I went there to talk to Eddie.

I thought everything
would be all right

and that we could
work everything out.

We were married for 25 years.

I thought everything
would be all right.

I've always loved Eddie.

I've always loved him.