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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.

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.

MRS. COCHRAN: Hello?

Joyce?

We're gonna be late again.

Hello?

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

ERIC: (CRYING) Mommy!

(BOTH CRYING)

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.

(SOBBING) 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?

CURTIS: It looks good.

(SIGHING) 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...

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Excuse me.

When Jenna split, was she alone?

(SNICKERS)

BRISCOE: 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?

BRISCOE: 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?

I started at
Cabrini's after work.

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

And then...

(SOBBING) 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.

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.

GORDON: 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.

WEISBROD: 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.

(LAUGHS) 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...

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.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

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.

JENNA: 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.

CURTIS: They were stuck
with a major mortgage?

They borrowed against
the equity on the brownstone

to make the monthly payments.

BRISCOE: 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.

CURTIS: 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.

(PHONE RINGING) 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.

VAN BUREN: 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

(HANDCUFF CLICKING) 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.

CLAIRE: 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?

DR. OLIVET: 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.

JUDGE GAINES: 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.

MARGOT: 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.

MARGOT: 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.

JACK: Please
answer the question.

No, that's not what I told them.

To your knowledge, who
had keys to your brownstone?

(BREATHES DEEPLY) Me,
my dad, my mother and my aunt.

Did your dad ever
hit your mother?

JENNA: He would never.

MARGOT: Did they fight?

No more than any
of my friends' parents.

(SCOFFS) I can't believe that...

What, Jenna?

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

DR. OLIVET: 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.

JACK: 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?

DR. OLIVET: 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?

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."

(MOUTHS WORD)

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.

JACK: 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.

MARGOT: 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.

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

No.

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

RON: Yes. MARGOT:
And you're quite sure

you didn't murder
your wife and son?

(STUTTERING) 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?

RON: Yes.

Did you ever tell
that to the police?

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

JACK: 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...

CLAIRE: Damn, Jack,
even I felt sorry for him.

JACK: But now you see
him as a murderer, right?

CLAIRE: 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?

(SCOFFS) 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?

(SIGHS) 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.

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.

(DOOR BUZZING)

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

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

DR. OLIVET: 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.

CLAIRE: What did Joyce
and Jenna fight about?

It was about that
boyfriend of hers, mostly.

Joyce didn't approve of him?

COCHRAN: 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.

CURTIS: 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?

(SCOFFS) That's sealed.

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

Yeah, I was a kid.

Sixteen.

CURTIS: 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.

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.

MARGOT: 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.

MARGOT: You didn't have
any money, remember?

RON: We had enough.

She had everything she wanted.

But did Chester Manning?

Fine, have Briscoe
pick up Jenna.

RON: 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? JACK: 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.

CLAIRE: 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?

RON: It's okay.

Chester used you.
It's not your fault.

MARGOT: 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.

(GRUNTS)

Three out of four.

You can't stand losing. Can you?