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You've been looking
for this woman for a long time?

I know where she is.

Congratulations.
All your hard work finally paid off.

We convinced him that building
a nuclear power plant

was not in the best
interests of the town.

- Did you actually
know the senator?
- Mm-hmm.

Sweetie, without your mother,
he'd never have made senator.

Can't you call him?

Maybe he'd invite us
to the governor's ball.

Ha ha.

Sorry, Cinderella,
but that was a long time ago,

and I'm no longer
politically active.

Bummer. I could've worn
that new blue satin dress.

Oh, that'd be nice
with your pearl earrings.

- Don't encourage her, Ted.
- What?

We'll end up on some fascist
designer's mailing list.

Mom, not all fashion
designers are fascists.

God. You can still wear
your stupid love beads.

Stupid love beads?

This were handmade
by the widow of a victim at...

At Wounded Knee, El Nicaragua,

'Nam... Blah, blah, blah.
It's still tacky.

Your mother's very proud of...

Police! Don't move!

Don't move!

Freeze! Police!
Don't move!

Sharon Hoffman,
you have the right
to remain silent.

Mom, what's he talking about?

Anything you say can and will

be held against you
in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney...

- Mom?
- It's okay, honey.

Not my fault
your wiretaps had expired.

We pulled our taps.

How'd you find out
we had a man inside?

You know I can't
reveal my sources.

Oh, I could subpoena you.

Oh, and risk losing
nearly two years of work

to get a simple
possession conviction?

I don't think so.

You're a media whore, Donna.

You're worse than
the punks you represent.

Oh, well, coming from you,

I'll take that as a compliment.

When I threatened to expose
his undercover drug sting,

I thought he was
going to shoot me.

Well, he still may

when he finds out
I dated one of his men.

Beating that bastard
is better than sex.

Almost.

Hey, hold on a second,
Zoe. Listen.

Where suspect was arrested today

in connection
with the 1974 bombing

that resulted in the death
of businessman Frank Watts.

Fifty-five-year-old
Sharon Hoffman,

a member of the radical
protest group The Jesters,

famous for their run-ins
with the police,

was living under the name
Janice Bradford.

The Bradford family
had no comment on the arrest,

- and authorities...
- Zoe, did you hear that?

Call Porter
in Judge Watkins' office.

Find out where they took her.

They're going to be lining up
for this one.

I'm here to see Janice Bradford.

Excuse me.
I'm Ted Bradford.

Do you know my wife?

Pleased to meet you.
Donna Erickson.

This is my daughter, Gloria.

- You're a lawyer, right?
- Yes.

I wasn't aware
she'd retained anyone.

That's what I've come
to talk to her about.

Dad, she's famous.

You'll get her off, won't you?

I mean, she's innocent, right?

I'm sure she is, Gloria.

My home number's on the back.

Call me day or night.

You're not from
the public defender's office.

My name is Donna Erickson.
I'm an attorney.

Oh, yeah.
I've heard of you.

I thought you'd be taller.

I have a pair of stiletto heels,
if that'll make you happy.

We can't afford you.

I'm willing to take
your case pro bono.

Oh, I bet.
What's the going rate

for 15 minutes of fame
these days?

You can always opt
for the well-meaning PD.

Personally, I'm not
a big fan of death row.

I'm offering you
my services for free.

What you're offering me

is reality TV
disguised as a trial.

Have I done something
to offend you?

Forget it.
This was a waste of time.

Supposing I do agree
to retain your services,

we'd have to get some
ground rules straight first.

- Such as?
- Such as no publicity.

How can there not be publicity...

I know how you work,
trying the case in the press.

Well, not this time.
No publicity or no client.

The Jesters weren't exactly shy
about getting their message out.

They were notorious
throughout the South.

Well, this isn't The Jesters,
Miss Erickson.

My family is off-limits.

I can't stop the media
from prying into your life.

It's not my life
I'm concerned about.

It's my daughter's.
She's a junior in high school.

How would you like it
if your mom

was all over the news
as a terrorist?

Any other conditions?

Because I have one of my own.

No secrets.

No secrets.

Watts was a local businessman.

He owned a factory
that manufactured parts
for a defense firm.

Watts was the target.

We didn't know
anything else about him
and we didn't care.

We were there to frag him.

- Frag?
- It's a military term.

It means killing
by fragmentation grenade.

Obviously, for our purposes,

it meant
character assassination.

You might want to strike
that word from your vocabulary.

I don't want to have
to explain it to a jury.

Okay.

Anyway, we wanted to make
a statement about the war...

and Watts' plant made
the containers

that housed the fuel gel.

Fuel gel?

Napalm.

What exactly did you plan to do?

Malicious mischief.

You know,
stink bombs, smoke bombs,

non-lethal stuff.

Nothing that could cause
an explosion?

No. We did practical jokes.

That's why Leo called us
The Jesters.

We were non-violent.

You know,
we did sophomoric stuff.

We were kids
just fresh out of college.

Listen, before the bombing,

nobody was concerned about us,

because we were careful.

We had rules.

Nobody ever got hurt.

Until then.

- Were you present
at the time of the bombing?
- Yes, we all were.

Who's we specifically?

The four other members
of The Jesters...

Cole, Leo, Marty, Jerry,
and myself.

All you were planning
was a little prank?

Yeah, we were going
to stink the place up.

You know, just make it

so they'd have to shut
the plant down for a day.

But, obviously,
somebody had other plans.

We were in there
less than 10 minutes

before the place exploded.

We were framed.

- By whom?
- I don't know.

And you never came forward?

Are you kidding?
The state police hated us.

When we smoked out
the Agnew rally in '73,

the national press
referred to them

as the Keystone Kops.

I'm sorry.
Would you mind

if we continued this
another time?

It's been a very long day.

One more thing, before I go.

I want you to strip.

- Strip?
- Trust me on this.

All right.

My client has a long
history of persecution

by law enforcement
personnel in the state.

As you can see,
there are no marks
on her upper and lower torso.

I want to make sure
it stays that way.

Hey,
this is Glenn Garrison
You know what to do.

Glenn, it's Donna.
Um, could...

Could you come by my office
tomorrow, say 9:00-ish?

I have a job for you
if you're interested.

Great.

Zoe?

She's expecting you.

Hey.

How was your ride down?

Slow.

Well, buckle up.

You're about to hit
the fast lane.

I'm waiting for the DA's office
to send over discovery,

but I had Zoe prepare a file
for you in the meantime.

What?

We haven't seen each other
in eight months.

It'd be nice to ease into this.
You know, how's the weather?
How's your health?

- How's the weather?
- Fine.

- How's your health?
- Can't complain.

You still seeing
that gag writer?

He was in advertising,

and no,

I'm no longer seeing him.

Not that it's
any of your business.

Your hair's different.
Looks good.

Glenn, I need a detective,
not a boyfriend.

Well, I'm not your boyfriend,
I'm your ex-husband,

which brings us to...
Why me?

Janice Bradford...

a.k.a. Sharon Hoffman,

a.k.a. The Jesters.

No way.

No.

No.

No way.

Would you rather spend your time
spying on some cheating spouse?

You called me
because there isn't a cop

in the entire southeast
will lend you a hand with this.

I called you
because I can trust you.

And yes,

because I think you can
see past the obvious.

You really think
this woman's innocent?

I have a feeling she may be
holding something back,
but yes, I think she is.

I remember them, you know.
The Jesters.

My dad worked the Agnew rally.
Secret Service tore him
a new one.

Malicious mischief
doesn't make her a murderer.

No, planting a bomb
that kills someone does.

Are you going to help me?

You're asking me to ignore
a lot of history.

That was 30 years ago.

Maybe I'm not talking
about the case.

Our divorce was mutual.

It kind of sort of was,

since you decided
that me being a cop

wasn't good enough for you.

Can we please not do this?

Nice to see you again,
Counselor.

I need your help.

I'm asking for your help.

Okay.

Nice to see you again, Zoe.

Hey, hey!

Jesus... Ray.

How you doing, Dale?

What are you doing here?

God, I haven't
seen you in years.

You've seen the news.

We have a serious problem.

Yeah, all right,
let's not be hasty.

They have as much to lose
as we do. Maybe more.

- You saying leave it alone?
- I'm saying they'll keep quiet.

Quiet isn't hiring
a high-profile lawyer, Dale.

They can hurt us.

Can we talk about this later?
I'm running late.

Right.

Chamber of Commerce
Humanitarian of the Year.

That's right.

Well...

You go ahead
and enjoy yourself, Dale.

I'm not going anywhere...

and neither is she.

Thought this
might help get you started.

A copy of the 1974
warrant they used

to search her apartment
after the bombing.

Led to a PO box.
Thank you.

Containing bomb fuses.

The evidence they needed
to secure

an indictment
against The Jesters.

This must have been
pretty hard to come by.

I got a few friends left
down there.

You know what they said
about our chances?

Go directly to jail.
Do not pass go.

Zoe, lookin' good.

Well, I thought I'd get
into the spirit of things.

Don't I look groovy?

Want to guess what
they're calling her now?

Well. Clever.

So, what else is in the box?

Oh, uh, evidence they collected

from Watts' office
after the bombing.

Bank statements,
payroll records,

appointment book,
stuff like that.

Now, what about this
anonymous loser
who turned her in?

Saw her face in a '60s
Where Are They Now? magazine

and ratted her out
for the money?

A real civic hero.

Let's just start
with what we know.

She admits she was
on the premises to plant a bomb,

but not the bomb
that killed Watts.

That's good.
It's only attempted murder.

They were there
to plant a stink bomb.

A stink bomb?

To protest the company's work
for the military.

She and her four partners enter
the building to play a prank

when the bomb
in question explodes.

When she wakes up,
she finds Watts
and one of her friends dead.

That's what she told you?

- She claims they were set up.
- I'm sure she did.

Come on, Donna, seriously,

that's the sorriest excuse
for a story I've ever heard.

Well, now it's our sorry story.

We have to try and find
a way to prove

that someone else
could have set that bomb.

Without that,
we can't establish
reasonable doubt.

What about her husband?

An English teacher
at a local college.

They met in Atlanta,

where she fled
after the bombing.

She told him the truth,
but he married her anyway.

Just some weird twist of fate,

the only tenured job
he could land
brought them back here.

- That was pretty brazen.
- Well, yes and no.

Sometimes,
the best place to hide
is right out in the open.

We have got to find out

who could have
had it out for them.

Take your pick...

Other targets, cops,
other radicals.

Right. Okay, let's do
the same thing with Watts.

Check his appointment book,
members of his family.

Erickson and partner.

Hold, please.

It's Crawford.

What's the matter, Will?

Finally decided to confess
to your crimes?

I was going to give
this case to Jennings,

but as soon as I heard
you were the opposing counsel,

I just couldn't pass it up.

Who's the media whore now?

Funny.

Your client's going down, Donna.

You can't even place her
at the scene.

Then why did she run?

Is there a reason
you called me here?

Plead accessory to the bombing,

We drop murder one,
she gets 15 to life,

back to PTA mom in eight.

I'll talk to my client.

Okay, I lied.

My being on this case

has nothing to do with
my personal feelings.

The governor's office
is on my back.

This is terrorism, Donna,

and that word carries
a lot of weight right now.

You lose this case,
you'll be known as the shyster

who sponsored
a threat to the country.

Bottom line,

your client goes down,
you go down.

Think about it.

By all means, Ray,
make yourself at home.

You can't keep
ducking this issue, Dale,

because this ain't
just about you,

and I'm not taking the fall.

They have no evidence.

It would be their word
against ours.

You're forgetting
about the tape.

I thought we decided
they were bluffing.

I don't care if they are.

This is going to be a trial
with a highfalutin lawyer

poking around under every rock.

Can we agree this is
not a good thing for us?

No.

No!

Something needs
to be done, but...

Oh, God, Ray, there are times

when I can pretend
it almost didn't happen,

times when I wish I acted
with greater restraint.

But it did...

and you didn't.

Now is not the time
to be talking about restraint.

Would you clarify that?

Either the threat exists...

or it doesn't.

Yeah.

I guess you're right.

We always knew
this day might come.

I know.

Just tell her.

Better she hears
the truth from us

than the eyewitness news.

I could bring her down here?

No. I don't want her
to see me like this.

What about bail?
This new lawyer, Erickson...

Ted, you're the only one
who believes I'm innocent.

- She seems concerned.
- Well, I don't trust her.

- She's an attorney.
- It's her job, hon.

You know what I mean.

All she cares about is winning.

The truth is irrelevant.

Don't discuss things
with her, okay?

Ted, nothing personal.

Great.

I really appreciate this.

Yeah, it's what
ex-husbands are for.

Mom always said,
you could fix anything.

Yeah.

Smart woman, your mom.
I always liked her.

Yeah, she liked you, too.

She told me every week
after we split.

Well, she was wrong
about one thing.

I couldn't fix everything.

It wasn't all you.

Tell me something...

Are you happy?

I'll be happy
when we win this case.

Fair enough, Counselor.

Shouldn't you be asleep?

I've got a chemistry test
in the morning.

I've got a better subject.

History.

It's a love story, actually...

about a people who were
so in love with their country

that they decided to fight
to try and save it.

Dad, cut the retro '60s crap.

Come on. I haven't even gotten
to the happy ending yet.

There was no happy ending.
All the hippies got high
and learned to disco.

You should've told me.

We didn't think
you'd understand.

Your mother...

Your mother is a very
socially conscious person.

Hey, Dad, this goes
way beyond helping out

at the soup kitchens
on the weekend.

Gloria, you need
to understand the context.

If you're trying to find
a polite way to tell me
Mom killed that guy...

She never killed anyone.
Never, ever.

There's an old saying:

Keep your eyes on the prize.

The children...

you... were the prize.

Our gift was going to be
a better country.

What your mother did...

what we did...
was for you.

Okay, well, pardon me
if I don't accept.

I want you to tell me
everything you know

about the events
leading up to the bombing.

We finished assembling
the stink bombs
around 8:00 that night.

The last of the plant workers
would be out by then.

Was there anything unusual
about that night?

We were all
in pretty good spirits.

- Any drugs
or alcohol present?
- No.

We got lit after a stunt,
never before.

Leo was adamant about that.

What happened
when you got to the factory?

Leo, Marty, Jerry, and I...

entered in through a side door,

and Cole went in
the back window.

Leo had the key?

No, it was unlocked.

Didn't you think
that was unusual?

I was running
on pure adrenaline.

All I was thinking about
was nailing that fascist, Watts.

But he wasn't
supposed to be there.

No, no one was supposed
to be in the plant.

Go on.

Well, it all happened
pretty fast after that.

We were all set
to set off the stink bombs

when Jerry started...
screaming about Watts,

that he was
still in the building.

Was he alive?

I have no idea.

They saw him through the glass.

He was in another room.

Jerry just yelled down that
he was slumped in a chair.

And Leo told us to abort
and to run like hell,

but I guess
Jerry wanted to make sure

that Watts was okay.

Whoa!

No, no, no! No, no, no!

Get out of here!
No, no, no!

And that's
when the bomb went off.

The next thing I know,
Leo is pulling me to my feet.

Marty's okay, but Cole is...

cut up pretty bad.

We tried to find Jerry, but...

there was just blood everywhere.

Marty took Cole
to a doctor friend nearby.

And Leo and I split up, and...

that's the last thing I heard
from any of them.

Is it possible that Leo knew
more than he was letting on?

What? No.

Absolutely not.

Leo founded The Jesters.

He was our conscience.

He was not going to sell us out.

Can you get a hold of him?

We went underground
after the bombing.

The last time he called me
was in '88,

when Ted and I
were living in Atlanta.

I don't know how
he got a hold of me then,

and I have no idea
where he is now.

Shame on you!

Shame on you, lawyer!

Kick them out of
the country, then!

Yeah, okay.

Thanks for trying.

Oh.

What'd you find out?

Nothing.

My guy at the Bureau said

Leo Rydd's been underground
so long the worms can't
even find him.

Well, stay on it.
She got pretty defensive

when I hinted
he could be in on it.

She knows something.

Her recollection of
what happened that night.

Look at them out there.

Maybe the police could
do a few drive-bys
of the Bradford house.

Don't bet on it.
From what I hear,

they've got as much to worry
about from the cops as they do
from protesters.

- That is so pathetic.
- What do you expect?

A lot of cops were humiliated
by these people, over and over.

- They brought it
on themselves.
- Okay. Well...

I didn't hire you
for your opinion.

I hired you to find evidence.

Yes, ma'am.

Yeah.

Listen,
they're taking her to court
for a preliminary hearing.

Damn.

What's so funny?

The Jesters.

Over a two-year period,

they smoked or skunked
the mayor, the IRS,

the draft board,
everybody from the police

to a Norman Mailer book signing.

But there's no history
of violence until Watts.

And check this out.

Marilyn Marty Flanagan

died in a car accident
in Detroit in '76

when her brakes failed.

Two years later, Cole Estez...

Burns to death
in a tenement fire in Phoenix.

Both later ID'd as members
of The Jesters.

Doesn't that seem
a little X-Files to you?

'Cause we're not exactly
talking natural causes here.

I can't sell a conspiracy

on the testimony of a dead man.

Without Rydd,
we have no magic bullet.

Here. I'm almost
finished compiling

the calls and client lists
from Watts' appointment book.

Great.

No luck.

- With what?
- I missed.

Are you out of your mind?

What are you trying to do to me?

To you?

- You gave the order.
- The hell I did.

Thirty-two years ago,

I get a call from my CO
in the reserves,

now a hotshot
real estate developer.

He has a problem closing a deal.

He asks...

can I come up
with a creative solution?

Make me a rich man.

So I did.

But you helped, Dale.

You helped big-time.

Recognize the signature,
Captain Beckman?

Oh, shoot.

Got your message.

Why did you want to meet here?

Well, I was hoping
to blow your mind.

Pretty cool, huh?

Take a look at these.

Notice the resemblance?

Almost the same
as Watts' factory.

Built by the same contractor
in the same year,

right when the new South
was just happening.

Now, we lucked out.
They're closed down right now.

I was able to work out
a deal with the owner.

So, what I figured was,
if she's telling the truth,

they would've entered
through there,

and our friend Watts

would've been
in the office upstairs, there.

You're going to
recreate the blast?

Well, it might be a way
for us to prove

our client's telling the truth.

The police never ran
any serious forensic tests.

- What?
- The suspects

were either dead
or nowhere to be found.

Most of the bomb components
were consumed.

It was open-and-shut.

They just swept up stuff
and dumped it into evidence.

All right, well, just try not
to blow the place up again.

I've had enough
property damage for one day.

What are you talking about?

Someone delivered a message...

with a smoke bomb attached.

Probably the same idiot
who slashed my tires.

- What did the police say?
- I didn't call them.

What?

Donna, the tires are one thing.

This is serious.
This is a death threat.

You said yourself,
they'd be no help.

To her, not you.

You're putting yourself
in harm's way here.
And for what?

You haven't changed a bit.
She has rights.

I made a vow
to defend those rights.

Yeah, you made a vow
to me, too. To us.

Remember?

I'm worried about you, okay?

I have to get ready for court.

Hello?

Ted Bradford?

Who is this?

It's Leo.

Leo Rydd.

She's not here.

- Leo, where are you?
- I can't tell you that, man.

Look, I read the papers.

I want to help.

I'll be in touch.

The arraignment is tomorrow.

What is paramount is that
you and I are in sync.

Now, the judge is going
to ask you how you plead.

- Not guilty.
- No, you say nothing.

- But I'm not guilty.
- That's not the point.

I do the talking.
You look like a mother

who's been ripped
from her family.

Well, I am a mother
ripped from her family.

Don't tell me.
Show the jury.

- This isn't a damn game.
- Yes, it is.

Well, excuse me,
but I don't like gambling
with people's lives.

Then why are you
protecting Leo Rydd?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Oh, come on, Janice.

The door to the factory
was unlocked.

- Wasn't that a bit convenient?
- I don't know anything about it.

I think you do.

Damn it, being not guilty
is not the same
as being innocent.

I want you to tell me.

Well, I can't tell you
what I don't know.

Fine. Then we'll
plea bargain to accessory.

You'll get 15 years.

With good behavior,
you might get out in eight.

- Fifteen years?
- That's what they're offering.

Well, then you tell the DA
to go to hell,

because I am innocent.

Gloria, I'm home.

Gloria?

Take your seats.

- Prosecutor?
- Your Honor,

we charge the prisoner,
Sharon Hoffman,

alias Janice Bradford,
with first-degree murder,

in the 1974 bombing
that killed Frank Watts.

I have here a warrant
dated August 12th, 1974,

allowing the police to search
the defendant's apartment,

at which time they discovered

the existence
of a nearby post office box

rented by the defendant.

A search of that rental box
turned up a parcel

containing fuses

for an explosive device.

Miss Erickson,
how does your client plead?

Your Honor, I'd first
like to enter a motion
to suppress the fuses.

On what grounds?

On the grounds
of illegal search and seizure.

The police had obtained
the proper warrants.

Only for the apartment.

The police officer
never obtained a warrant
for the post office box.

Your Honor, I cite
People v. Rollins.

At the time of discovery,
there existed

a constitutional right
to privacy

in regards to the contents
of packages in the mail.

The search was unlawful,
and, as a result,

all evidence gathered
from that search must be
suppressed from the jury.

On those grounds, I ask
that my client be released.

I'm going to deny
your request at this time.

I will, however, schedule an
evidentiary hearing in 30 days,

at which time, the prosecution
must establish the lawfulness

of the search and seizure
in question.

If they fail to do so
adequately,

I will consider your request
at that time.

We respectfully request bail,
Your Honor.

My client has no prior history
of criminal violence.

She maintains strong
financial and property ties
to the community,

as well as being active
in numerous charities.

Your Honor,
we're dealing with blatant
terrorist activity here.

In addition, she has
a history of flight.

Therefore it is
in the interest of the people

that the defendant
be denied bail.

The court sets bail
in the amount of
one million dollars.

- Your Honor...
- My decision stands.

Court is adjourned.

Ted. Where were you?

It's Gloria.
She's run off.

She left a note
saying she needs some space.

Have you called the police?

No. If she needs space,
we have to respect that.

I don't want to tell you
how to raise your kids...

Then don't.

We raised her
to be responsible,
and I trust her.

How many people can you say
that about, Miss Erickson?

Leo called.

He wants to help.

My client is an innocent woman.

The only thing she's guilty of
is bad judgment,

of associating herself
with the wrong people.

If the DA's office
was interested in the truth,

they'd investigate
who really had motive
for framing them.

Is there another suspect?

Pow.

- Donna...
- We're losing this case,

and the trial hasn't even begun.

What are you talking about?
You knocked him on his heels.

I bought us some time,
that's all.

Crawford can afford
to make a mistake like that.

We can't.

He's got an army of people
he can mobilize.

We've just got us.

Being overworked
and understaffed
is no excuse.

We have to do better.

I got it.

Donna Erickson.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

I appreciate
you seeing me like this.

No problem.

I told you you could call.

- Are you all right?
- I don't know.

Um...

Could you please tell me
my mom's not a murderer?

Well, Gloria,
we have an excellent case.

Your mom has a history
of community...

I'm sorry.

No, I don't think your mom

ever could or would
intentionally hurt anybody.

She's just very committed
to supporting her beliefs.

No kidding.

How many eight-year-olds
can spell Bolshevik?

Don't you think
you're overstating it?

No. Overstating it?

God. I grew up in a home
without television,

without diet sodas,
without hamburgers, even,

unless Mom, like,
ground up the meat herself

from some organic
free-range cow.

Okay, so maybe your parents
are a little eccentric.

Uh, how about weird?

Did you ever think that
maybe they just want you
to be your own person?

But what if my own person

just wants to be
like everyone else,

and not some radical protester?

I mean,

what's wrong with wanting
to drive a nice car

and live in a gated community

and pull down
six figures a year?

I want to be like you.

Is that what you think
I'm about?

Aren't you?

You're only the most famous
attorney in the city.

You're like my role model.

I appreciate you saying that,

but you have something
that I'm jealous of.

Me?

Your family.

People who care about you,
who trust you,

who will stand behind you
no matter what.

That is so much more important
than six figures.

Sure.

I'll be right back.

Do you take anything with your...

Ted, hi.
It's Donna Erickson.

Listen, I have Gloria here.

No, she's fine.

Actually, she's asleep.

No, that's no problem.

I'll drive her home
in the morning.

Okay.

Good night.

Donna?

Donna?

Gloria?
What are you doing up?

Ow! Aah!

No! No!

911.
What's your emergency?

Hello? 911.
What's your emergency?

Hello? Hello, Miss?

Let her go!

Go. Go. Go.

911. There's an intruder
in my house. Please hurry.

Response is already on its way.

Stay where you are.

-Are you okay?
Are you okay?
-Yes.

I think he's gone.
Yeah, I think he's going.

- I'm so sorry.
- It's okay.

Did you get a good look at him?

I got a real good look
at his fist.

He was wearing a ski mask.

About six feet tall.

I saw Ted and Gloria outside.

- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.

Anything missing?
Any valuables?

That's not why he was here.

He was in the office,
where I keep my files.

I think he was looking
for information
on Janice Bradford.

Do you have any proof of that?

No, I don't, but...

It looks like
a routine break and enter.

There's been a rash
of that lately.

- I'll file a report...
- Screw the report.

Look, this isn't the first time.

Someone sent her
a death threat
a few days back.

We got no report of that.
So, what do you want me to do?

How about posting a guard
outside of her house?

We're shorthanded, Garrison.

Look, you want protection,

you should call
some of her radical friends.

So there it is, huh?

So now I feel better and better
about leaving the force.

The feeling's mutual.

We'll do a DNA on the scratch,
See what we find.

Garrison.

Thank you for coming.

It was pretty scary.

And you were right.
I should've taken that
threat more seriously.

Well, you were right, too.

This wasn't a protester.

Someone's getting really
nervous about this case.

So maybe your Jester
is telling the truth after all.

I'm okay.

Miss Erickson.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm... I'm fine.

I was on my way to the office.

I thought I'd
check in on Gloria.

She saved my life.

I just dropped her off
at school.

She's a little shaken up,

but you know kids...

They can bounce back
from anything.

Howard?

- What's the occasion?
- Ted, you got a minute?

Now really isn't the best time.

I was the one
who turned Janice in.

What?

I was the one
who informed on her.

If you've ever been
to a PTA meeting,

you would know that we didn't...

exactly see eye-to-eye, so...

I haven't slept a night since.

I talked to the reverend
here, and...

This is for you.

My God.

That's a lot of money.

I checked with a bondsman.
It will make her bail.

Ted, over 300 people
have kicked in.

The reward money
is in there, too.

Janice has helped out
a lot of people over the years,

and now we want
to show our gratitude.

Our respect.

Thank you.

Thanks very much.

Thanks, Mac.

- Wow.
- Hey.

I don't know what to say, but...

Far out?

You ain't seen nothing yet.

Come check this out.

The police report
indicated the presence

of an improvised
explosive device, a booby trap,

probably rigged to the door.

Now, the blast came
from within the office

where they found Watts' body.

Got me thinking...

Why would you go through
all the trouble

to rig a door to explode

if your target
was already inside?

Boom.

You wouldn't,

unless you meant
for someone else to open it.

We still can't prove
that it didn't detonate
by accident,

that she didn't set it.

Maybe we can.

More discovery material.

Crawford's office
sent it over this morning.

What exactly are we looking for?

Something mechanical in nature.

Some sort of triggering device.

Hey...

This is Jerry's Marx's boot.

What do you think?

Could be something.

You keep looking.
I'll check this out.

It's a firing pin.

Right there.

The MLK142 demolition
firing device.

Not just any device.
Listen to this.

They were used
by Special Forces in Vietnam.

Not commercially available.

Whoever set this up
was a pro, Donna,

probably ex-military.

Where would three lit majors,
one pre-med,

and a philosophy student,

three of whom
burned their draft cards,

get that kind of equipment?

Well, they were probably set up.

You know what that means?

We just established
reasonable doubt.

But...

If they didn't do it, who did?

Maybe we're focusing
on the wrong victim.

What do we know
about Frank Watts?

He was a cog in the military
industrial complex.

Did Leo pick him out?

God, I don't know.
That was 30 years ago.

Probably.

Oh my!

Is there a connection
we're overlooking?

Some other agenda?

If there's anything
you're not telling me,

now would be the time.

You still think I'm guilty.

What I think is that
you're more interested

in protecting Leo Rydd
than clearing your name,

and I don't get that.

When I took this case,

I thought, There's someone
like me, a fighter.

A lone voice
against the system...

Come on.
You're nothing like me.

Big-screen TV, espresso machine.

You have no idea what it's
like to live in fear,

fear that at any moment,

everything dear to you
could be stripped away.

You talking about Gloria?

Because you're doing
a pretty good job
of that yourself.

How dare you?

What would you know
about children?

I know the longer
your past drags out,

the shorter her future becomes.

Free at last!
Free at last!

Oh...

Donna, why don't you come over.

You go ahead.
I've got work to do.

No, we insist.

Don't we, hon?

Hey, sweetie.

So they let you out.

Yeah.

I thought you'd be
at study group

with your friends.

I don't have any friends.

Yes, you do.

I got into a fight
at school today.

A fight?

I should get going.

Would you mind
not leaving just yet?

Amy Robbins...

she called you a terrorist.

So I hit her.

Why couldn't you have just voted
like everyone else?

Oh...

I am very sorry

you're having to pay
for my sins.

It's unfair, and I know it.

I never wanted
to hurt you, Gloria.

See, everything we did,
or we tried to do,

was to make
a better future for you.

For our children.

We were opposed

to a government
we thought callous

and a war we saw as unjust,

and the country really
was just so complacent,

we thought we had
to wake everybody up.

By planting bombs?

No, by humiliating authority.

You know, we were very careful
not to hurt anybody.

Not careful enough.

You should hear
some of the things

they're saying about you
on television.

If I may...

Gloria,
this isn't a simple case.

They're not just
trying your mom...

They're trying an era.

A lot of people are still angry
about that time,

Some for what happened,
some for what didn't happen.

Okay, well, I don't really care
what happened or didn't happen

back when the dinosaurs roamed,

because who cares about Gloria

as long as we
stomp out world hunger

and work at preserving
the civil liberties

of illegal aliens?

Go ahead, Zoe.

I have some information for you.

I found a number
for Watts' widow.

All right, just a minute.

I think you can
handle this without me.

Shove over.

Come on.

Sorry, babe.

Okay, got it.

Hey, Zoe,
remember the obits you read

for those other Jester members?

Who survived Marty Flanagan?

Just a brother.

Then who was that baby
in the picture?

What?

Nothing.
Do me a favor.

Put me through
to Child Services.

And then call Evelyn Watts.

Try to get her in the office
this afternoon.

Don't know how much
help I can be.

It's been so long

since anyone asked me
about Frankie.

What can you tell me about him?

We grew up together.

High school sweethearts,
you might say.

His father had worked the mines.

Frankie was just like him...
Tough but fair.

Pulled himself up
by the bootstraps,

he always liked to say.

Did he have any enemies?

Darlin', you don't make
the kind of money Frankie made

without a few people
sitting up and taking notice.

What about his defense contract?

Now, don't you pay no attention
to what those people said.

Fact is,

Frankie hated the war.

After those pictures came out...

All those burned bodies...

No...

Frankie was letting
his government contract expire.

Did he ever consider
getting out of the business?

Oh, he had offers,

but it would've killed him
to shut down the factory

and lay off all those people.

You see...

Frankie and I,
we couldn't have any children,

and those workers...

they were his family.

And what happened
to the business after he died?

Well, I kept it going
for a while,

because I know that's what
he would've wanted me to do...

But my heart just wasn't in it,

and when a buyer came around,
I sold out.

Got a good price for it, too.

Who owns the land now?

Oh, darlin', I don't know
and I don't care.

The whole neighborhood
has changed.

It just doesn't
look the same anymore.

Aha! The spaghetti is
approaching al dente.

Perfecto.

The vegetables, let's see...

Where are the vegetables?

I've got
the asparagus over here.

Honey, no, no...

Not the knife.
Not the knife.

- What?
- It's asparagus.

It's asparagus.

Yeah, you just snap it.

- At the gentle part, okay?
- Okay, snap, cut, whatever.

Hello?

Jannie, don't say anything.

Look, I want you to meet me
at the bench in the park,

tomorrow at 3:00.

Be careful.

That was Leo.

He wants to meet.

Jannie, don't say anything.

I want you to meet me
at the bench in the park,
tomorrow at 3:00.

I want you to meet me
at the bench in the park,

tomorrow at 3:00.

Wonderful.

Yeah, Zoe.

What?

What are you doing out?

You're supposed to be
under observation.

Yeah, well, I got tired
of observing the ceiling tiles.

Are you all right?

Thanks to the night janitor.

They really trashed
the place, though.

Only...

They didn't get this.

Great.

It gets better.

I met with Watts' widow.

Take a look at this photo...

The factory and surrounding area
then and now.

- It's gone upscale.
- Mm-hmm.

Say you owned a factory
in a depressed area,

and then one day

some people quietly started

buying up the land around you,

but your land was
the jewel in the crown.

Smack dab in the center.

What do you think would happen

if you didn't sell,
if you didn't fall in line?

Those same people would end up
with a lot of worthless land.

Do you have any idea
how much that property
is worth today?

- Enough to kill for.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, Zoe, where's
that list you compiled

of Watts' appointments?

Thanks.

Beckman, Dale.

I was at the Beckman
business park this morning.

Maybe we should start with him.

Yes?

Uh... No.

Go ahead. Send them in.

Mr. Beckman.
Donna Erickson.

Thanks for taking the time
to talk to us.

This is my associate,
Glenn Garrison.

- I represent...
- I watch the news.

I know who you are.

Well, you're pretty
well-known yourself.

This is quite an impressive
development you have here.

Wow.

You can just about see
the whole city.

Owned this land a long time,
Mr. Beckman?

Since the bicentennial.

'76.

'76...

That would be the land
you bought from
the Watts' estate.

But hadn't you been buying up
the surrounding area
years before that?

Oh, we have many holdings.

I could look into that.

The city planner's office

confirms purchases
as far back as 1971.

Does that sound right?

Are you here to talk about
real estate development?

Only in regards to Frank Watts.

Did you know him?

Watts?

Well, not really.

It was a long time ago.

Check this out.

I loved models as a kid.

Although the price
of real estate these days,

a model is about
all I could afford.

Three months before he died,
there were several phone calls

exchanged between
these two offices.

I-I'm afraid I don't recall.

There may have been
a conversation or two.

Followed by lunch
and several dinners.

I'm happy to show you
Watts' appointment book.

As a matter of fact,
y-you're right.

He was looking
for investment money

to expand
his defense operations,

I believe.

Does the name Leo Rydd
sound familiar?

L-listen, I think...

that's enough
with the questions.

I don't know
what you're angling for,

but if you want
to discuss Frank Watts,

I think you should
consult my attorney.

My secretary
will give you his number.

Thanks for seeing us
on such short notice,

Mr. Beckman.

We'll let ourselves out.

Oh, and... Very cool.

He's guilty.

I've seen that look
in too many eyes.

God, he lied to me.
Watts' widow told me

her husband was cutting ties
to defense work.

Like I said, he's guilty.

So where to?

Child Services.

Something you're not telling me?

You're a mess.

It's a wonder
you didn't confess on the spot.

They know.

It's only a matter of time.
It's over, Ray.

The hell it is!

This is war.
You remember war?

You want to survive it,
we have to end it.

What does that mean?

Everybody has to die.

The lawyer, the detective,
Bradford, Rydd, everybody.

My God.

Do you hear what you're saying?

I can't have any more blood
on my hands!

- I'm going to the police.
- No, you're not.

You're going to sit down there
and you're going to do nothing.

You hear me?
You do nothing.

Aah, damn it, Dale.

I need to talk to you.

Well, I'm meeting somebody
and I'm running a bit late.

- Can we talk later?
- I know about Ellis.

Your son by Leo Rydd.

Child Services faxed over a copy
of his birth certificate.

Let's talk on the road.

After the bombing,

we knew we had to go
underground.

Ellis was eight months.

There was nothing on file
at the hospital.

- Home delivery?
- Marty was the midwife.

Social Services had

only one parent's name
on the form... Sharon Rydd.

Yeah, well, I was hopeful.

So Leo took the baby?

Yeah, we figured the feds
would be looking

for a mother and child,
so it seemed safer
if he took him.

He slipped across the border
into Canada.

Does Leo have evidence
that you were set up?

He said that the man
who put us onto Watts

had to be the one who framed us,

but he never told me his name.

Said it was to protect me.

And he mentioned
something about a tape,

but I don't know what it was.

You kept silent all these years.

Yeah, well, we both did.

For Ellis' sake.

Ellis...

32 years old.

Never even met his mom.

Leo.

Look at you.

It isn't fair.
You didn't age.

And you still lie like a champ.

It's good to see you, kid.

- You too.
- Who are they?

Donna Erickson's my lawyer,

and the other's her associate.

I told you, alone.

Mr. Rydd, Janice
is in trouble.

If you have anything
that can help her,

I need to hear it.

- This isn't easy.
- Do you know who set us up?

Beckman.

The guy's name is...

Dale Beckman.

Why?

Well, one night...

What?

One night, I was buying fuses
for the smoke bombs,

and I just run into this guy.

Ex-military.

Says he works
for this big developer.

And then he told me
about Watts' contract

with the Defense Department.

He offered me 20 grand
to frag the guy.

He paid you?

He said...

He said that this guy
was blocking some big deal,

and I'd kill two birds
with one stone

if we ruined his rep.

That's when he put me in touch
with that Beckman guy.

But the bomb...

You think...

Christ, you think I knew
that's what he was planning?

Those were my friends!

That's a decision
we all should've made.

I don't understand
why you didn't say something.

Baby, I was tired.

- Tired?
- The '60s were dead.

The war was ending.

The revolution was over.

You sold us out for money.

Yes, for money.

For you, for Ellis.

Suddenly, I'm a father?

I wanted to set us up somewhere.

Jannie, baby,

I swear there isn't a day
that goes by

I don't think about what I did.

Really.

I brought you some money
for your defense.

I don't want your money.

You betrayed us, Leo.

We trusted you.
We believed in you.

I was in love with you!

Janice said something
about a tape.

There never was any tape.
I was bluffing.

After the... the blast,

I called him up and I said
if anything happened to me,

or to you, it'd be turned over
to the authorities.

I need you to testify
against Beckman.

- Jannie, I'm sorry.
- Well, it's too late.

I never meant for
anyone to get hurt.

Especially you.

Everyone down!

Oh, my God! Leo!

Oh, my God!

Leo!

Oh, my God!

He's gone!

No!

Ted!

They took Gloria.

- About half an hour ago.
- What?

Somebody hit me from behind.

When I came to, she was gone.

The phone. Come on.

Pick it up.

Donna Erickson.

Don't hang up.

The warehouse.

Bring Janice and the tape
in 20 minutes.

If I see that hired gun
of yours, Gloria dies.

They want a trade.

Janice and the tape for Gloria.

- But there is no tape.
- They don't know that.

- I'll call the police.
- They'll kill her.

- I'm going.
- I won't let you.

Ted, I have to do this.

- Where's the rendezvous?
- Come on.

Stay by the phone.

I'll keep her safe.

Hello?

Gloria!

Ladies.

Upstairs.

Not until I see my daughter.

She's upstairs. Move.

- I swear to God,
if you harmed her...
- Now!

- Mom...
- Gloria!

Are you all right?

Honey, it's okay.

- It's okay.
- Where's the tape?

Let the girl go.

You're in no position
to bargain.

Let's go.

It's okay.

This isn't a 30-year-old tape.

You think I'm an idiot?

Where's the real one?

There never was a tape.
Leo lied.

Then you got nothing
to bet with.

Come on, come on.

Get down!

Go, go, go!

Go!

Run! Go!

Wait. Stay here.

Where are you going?

Girls...

Oh, girls...

Come on.

- Mom...
- No. Baby, shh, shh.

Good idea, Counselor,

but you were a little slow
with the lights,

because now you've got
nowhere to go but down.

Donna...

Donna...

Come out, come out.

Don't make me beg.

Donna!

Glenn!

Are you all right?

Never better.

Hey, guys.

Donna...

I don't know how to thank you.

Well, you just keep trying to
make the world a better place.

But no more stink bombs, huh?

Yeah, all right.

And if you are still looking

for a role model,

you might want to start
with your parents.

I do want to make a difference

in the world, Mom...

but in my own way.

It's supposed to be that way.

So, what now?

We're all flying up to Canada
for Leo's service,

and I'm going to be
meeting my son
for the very first time.

I have to admit,
I'm a bit nervous about it.

It'll be fine.

We'll finally have
the whole family together.

True.

Thanks again, Donna.

Sure.

You guys take care.

Okay. You too.

How'd it go at headquarters?

Forensics matched the DNA
under your fingernails
the night of the attack.

Cobb's?

Oh, yeah.

He was part of Beckman's
Army reserve unit.

Got the fuses,
started the whole thing.

So I hear Crawford's asking
for the death penalty.

You thinking of defending him,
Counselor?

Not likely.

But I was thinking

of taking on a new partner.

Oh, yeah?

Full-time job.

Requires a lot of dedication.

A lot of nights and weekends?

I thought we could discuss it
over dinner.

You know, I know
this great Italian joint.

I was thinking more along
the lines of seafood.

I know this great place
in Hawaii.

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