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SHORE: Previously on The Practice.

Oh. (breathing heavily)

Brenda Wilbur,

who I believed you know.

Brenda Wilbur. Yes.

She's dead. What?

Somebody bludgeoned her or something.

Wait, wait, wait. Slow down. The police are out there.

I was there. I had made love to her earlier,

and now they're here to ask me questions.

Paul Stewart, are you his lawyer?

Mrs. Piper.

Alan Shore.

I grew up here in Dedham.

I need money, Alan.

So much so I sometimes see it in my dreams.

I, especially, saw it at 10:30 last night,

when I saw Paul Stewart

coming out of Brenda's house.

How are we arranging to pay her off?

I cannot bribe

this witness.

I'm not letting my only child

go to prison.

SHORE: As a childhood friend

who grew up with you,

did you commit this crime?

The answer's no,

I did not.

SHORE: Wives don't statistically leave their husbands

over infidelity.

With the remotest possibility

that you walking out

could be perceived as you thinking

he's guilty of murder,

and there is that possibility.

You cannot walk out that door now.

Maybe I do think he's guilty of murder.

Brenda Wilbur was a beloved member

of this community,

a lifelong resident.

SHORE: I'm assuming she practiced confession.

Did she ever mention anything?

if you know anything

you can share, Tom?

I can't break

the confessional seal.

Did he do this?

People change.

If you only knew what I had become.

When you were 16,

you slept with your best friend's mother.

How have you changed, Alan?

All I'm asking, without breaking the seal

of any specific confession,

is that you reveal to me generally whether any--

Uh, I thought we were going out for beers, old friends.

You know something.

Why do you insist on that?

Because I can read you.

I could when I was 10.

Tom.

I know absolutely nothing

that bears on this case.

How about you let me be the judge of that?

And if I knew anything, Alan,

the information wouldn't be favorable to Paul.

You said yourself,

"There's no way he could have done this."

I don't believe there is.

Look--

and this is all I'm gonna say,

Brenda felt like he was becoming

emotionally involved with her.

It concerned her. She talked about that.

There, I've broken seal.

Thank you very much.

I hope you're happy. Now, I need to go to confession.

That's all?

Yes.

I don't believe you.

TOM: Oh, for God--

Come on, Tom. Don't insult me here.

This girl ended up in some very unlikely places.

You of all people know that.

Meaning?

Tom,

was she ever with you?

What?

You heard me.

Were you and Brenda ever--

Oh, you've got to be out of your mind.

I am.

Were you ever out of yours with Brenda?

I'm offering you a little window, my friend.

Whatever you share with me here,

it stays confidential between two old friends.

Whatever I should turn up on my own, however,

I will use.

I'm not kidding.

Two old friends having a beer.

Stays between us?

You have my word.

It happened once.

When?

Two years ago.

She was in my office in distress over,

you know--who knows what affair she was having.

She was describing it.

She, she felt demeaned

by the sexual nature of it.

She was...

rather graphically describing...

the events,

and, God help me, I got aroused.

You know, I'm not sure I was even aware of it,

but evidently she was.

Then she propositioned me.

I don't even know how to respond to that.

I'm shocked.

I'm stunned.

I'm jealous.

I am a good priest.

This stays between us, Alan.

It has nothing to do with this case.

(music playing)

SHORE: His name is Terry Glazer.

He's a professional jury consultant. I need you to--

I thought I was meeting with a witness.

You are. Mr. Glazer will be in later.

You're to drive him to Dedham, interview people--

YOUNG: Has anybody seen Tara?

She's out with a client. She'll be out all day.

I need a typist today, Alan.

I'm sure Jimmy can type.

What did you say?

Tara works for the firm, Alan,

not just you.

Forgive me, but since I just brought in

seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars

on top of the two million before that,

on top of the three million before that,

I think-- We all have caseloads here.

I've seen your caseload, Jimmy,

and, trust me, Tara can't keep up with an ambulance.

You know what? YOUNG: Hey!

SHORE: I have an important trial starting next week.

Keep that man away from me.

(door opens)

Hello.

Catherine, this way please.

CATHERINE: Wow. From your fancy suits,

I'd never have guessed

you worked in such a craphole.

This way.

My, aren't you black?

FRUTT: Hold on.

She's a prosecution witness. Why is she here?

Because I care, sweetheart.

SHORE: Come on, Catherine.

(door opens)

Thank you for coming in.

CATHERINE: I'm not giving back any of the money.

I don't wanna hear anything about money

or any transaction, Catherine.

This is Jamie Stringer, my associate.

Hello, dear. STRINGER: Hi.

SHORE: I want you to go over your testimony with Jamie,

every single-- That wasn't part of the deal.

SHORE: There is no deal-- What deal?

--Catherine. You are a potential witness

in the trial.

You'll likely be called to give testimony.

We need to know exactly

what the testimony will be.

I'd like you to sit with Jamie--

I'm sorry. I'm afraid that's not possible.

Why not?

No offense, sweetheart.

I'm sure you're a darling,

but your mouth looks like a drive-through window

for oral sex.

Uh, I'm a Christian woman.

Get me another lawyer.

What the hell is this?

She's nuts, but we need her.

What's this deal she's talking about?

The two of us played strip mah-jongg last night.

It got rather ugly.

Alan?

Get her testimony,

then meet with the jury consultant,

and get to Dedham.

(dog barking in the distance)

And according to Father Dugan,

Brenda believed that you were becoming

emotionally involved,

is that true?

I don't know.

Paul,

look at me.

Next week,

we defend you on murder charges.

I need to ask you personal questions,

perhaps uncomfortable ones,

and you need to answer them.

Were you in love with Brenda Wilbur?

I believe I was...

falling in love, yes.

And did she indicate her feelings towards you?

She indicated that she was only interested in sex.

I'm sorry.

Alan just called.

He's on his way.

He wants you to meet him

at the courthouse.

Okay.

Are you in love with her?

I'm sorry?

Your wife, are you in love with her?

Of course I am.

Paul, I keep sensing

that you are looking to present yourself

in the best possible light,

and that helps neither me...

nor you.

Are you in love with your wife?

No.

Is she with you?

No.

We share the same commitment to our children.

We like the same movies, same books.

We're two wonderfully, compatible people actually,

just--perfect couple,

just romantically dead.

CLARKE: Mr. Shore is free to review our autopsy report.

There's no need-- I want to conduct my own.

Why?

First, because it's fun. And, second--

CLARKE: It's indecent to the victim

to be dissected and probed again.

The victim is dead.

I'm sure she's got other things on her plate.

WINNAKER: Mr. Shore,

we don't make fun of the dead

in this courthouse.

I can see why. There's so much sport to be had

with the living.

Look, Your Honor, the defense is entitled

to conduct its own autopsy.

I'm not looking for a favor.

I'm exercising a right.

Mr. Clarke, let his people examine the body.

What else we got?

That's it, Your Honor.

Chambers.

Okay. Let's cut to it.

We--

what are you doing here?

This is just for lawyers.

Mr. Shore is acting as my agent. I therefore--

This meeting is for counsel only.

I'm paying for it.

Either show me your bar card

or get the hell out of here.

It's not nice to remove people,

Marcus.

What's the expression,

"what goes around comes around"?

WINNAKER: Victoria,

you may run this town,

but you don't run my courtroom.

Either get out

or I'll have you thrown in a jail cell.

I could be wrong,

but I think he wants you to leave.

That woman needs to get laid.

Okay. Sit.

I spent all day yesterday

poring over this case.

Mr. Clarke,

it's all circumstantial.

Mr. Shore, it's clear as hell that your guy did it.

I say

go voluntary manslaughter,

eight years.

The media can go screw themselves.

All in favor?

You must be joking.

Hey, Al,

you haven't lived here

in a long time.

Why don't you go to a reunion

or to hang out

go shoot a few games of pool

down at the pub?

You know what the buzz is here

in your jury pool?

He's guilty.

You know what, guys? I'd like to move

for a change of venue.

Too late.

All motions were to be filed--

It's never too late.

By the way, if that's the buzz you're hearing

around the checkerboard down at the barbershop,

you have a duty to remove this

to another venue.

I like to think

my ability to run a fair trial

can overcome

any potential jury bias.

If I were you,

I'd plead.

You're not.

I won't.

I hope counsel is looking

at the evidence objectively.

I never do that, Your Honor. Do you?

Get out.

I want to talk to Mr. Clarke.

That would be ex parte.

We don't talk Latin here in Dedham.

Get the hell out of here.

Perhaps I can interpret for you.

I have the right to be present at any meeting--

I wanna talk fishing,

and I don't want you learning

my favorite holes.

Out!

You'd better add manslaughter

to your pleadings.

Manslaughter?

He took a hammer to her head 20 times.

Exactly.

This Shore character is smart.

He might very well get up there

and say whoever did this must have been acting

in the heat of passion.

If the jury doesn't have manslaughter

to fall back on,

they might have no choice but to acquit.

CLARKE: Judge, Paul Stewart is well liked.

If they do have manslaughter to fall back on,

they might do so just out of sympathy.

Your case is circumstantial, Harvey.

This Shore is a shrewd SOB.

And you'd be smart

to keep all your options open.

CLARKE: (sighs)

Look at her.

(music playing)

This isn't manslaughter.

VICTORIA: He actually said that,

I need to get laid?

I'm keeping track of everything he says

in case we should need it for appeal.

And is that why you're here,

because you agree?

I'm sorry?

That I need to get laid.

No. That's not why I'm here.

Pity.

I would think your son being on trial for murder

might put a slight chill in your libido.

Crisis might lower sex drive

but it also...

intensifies loneliness.

Oh, the passive-aggressive "come on." Much better.

Uh-hmm.

The reason I'm here,

I have made a mistake.

It seems I should have moved

for a change of venue after all.

I thought Paul's popularity

within the town

would work in our favor.

Where I miscalculated...

was with the profound contempt

the people of Dedham seem to have for you.

I know this is difficult to hear,

and I'm sure much of it has to do with envy.

You're a rich, powerful woman

who young boys wanna sleep with.

But I need to distance you from the defense team.

You need to be in the background,

far, far in the background.

I want you sitting in the back of the courtroom.

You can't be entering and leaving with us.

I can't have the jury looking at Paul

and getting so much as a glimpse of you.

Hey,

you're a wonderful woman.

And I like being the only one who knows it.

Well...

Ugh, my feet are killing me.

You're just getting back?

It's 10:00. Yes.

What are you guys still doing here?

I have my motion to compel tomorrow,

remember?

You're gonna help me with that research?

Well, I'm sorry, Jimmy,

but I've been hoofing it all over Dedham

with a jury consultant,

interviewing-- You see?

All right. Let's just--

It's not all right.

The guy is monopolizing associates

like he's a partner,

which he isn't, and I am.

Jimmy, he's about to start a new trial.

We all have trials, Ellenor.

I'm sick of this.

And I'm also sick of you

making excuses for the guy.

(door opens)

(door slams)

Good day at the office?

How's it going?

Our expert jury consultant

has deep concerns.

FRUTT: Yeah? Well, if anyone can pull it out,

Alan's the guy.

Ellenor, uh...

never mind.

What?

I think I got a peek

at how Alan pulls things out.

What do you mean?

Jamie,

finish what you started to say.

Well, I think--

and I can't be sure,

but I think Catherine Piper,

that wacky prosecution witness

that was in this morning,

I think she's being paid

to modify her testimony.

I beg your pardon?

There was all this cryptic talk

about a transaction or a deal,

and Alan tried to shut the conversation down

like he didn't want me to hear it.

And, again, I can't be positive,

but I think...

this fruitcake is being paid off.

WILSON: We've had this discussion already,

I don't care. PAUL: Wendy.

Shut up, Paul.

PAUL: Where are the kids?

With my mother, where I will be shortly,

unless you'd like to run off after yours.

Uh, listen-- This doesn't concern you.

If you leave now, you'll be indicting him

with the jury pool. I don't care.

What is going on? What suddenly changed

in the last few hours?

What's changed, Paul,

is you loved her.

She wasn't just some--

you loved her.

And I can't wake up in this house with you,

and I can't even pretend to be on your side.

Where is all this hurt coming from?

It's not like you've loved me.

What is this about?

I won't be your damn trial prop.

I won't walk into court as the loyal wife.

(sobbing)

Good luck.

Goodbye.

SHORE: Tom. (gasps)

(sighs)

Good lord, Alan, you scared me.

What the hell are you doing sitting there like that?

SHORE: Tom, what we talked

about as friends over drinks,

you and Brenda,

I'd like your permission to use it.

What? Use it how?

It doesn't bear directly on this case.

You gave me your word that you wouldn't.

And I'll stick to my word.

I won't do anything without your permission,

but please hear me out.

The way Brenda propositioned you,

it is extremely relevant

to establish her sexual aggressiveness.

The idea that she could have brought somebody home,

perhaps a stranger, even, who then killed her,

that's a real possibility.

One I need to be able to convince a jury of.

The fact that she came on to a priest is--

No.

Tom. No.

No. It would destroy me,

my parish.

No.

Not to mention it's completely extraneous.

You just--you, you look desperate, for God's sake.

I'm afraid I'm feeling a little desperate.

I'll honor my word.

I won't reveal your secret unless you allow me to,

but, please, please, think about it.

I've been subpoenaed...

by the prosecution.

Why?

He came here the night of the murder.

Paul? TOM: Yeah.

He said that he needed to confess,

and he panicked.

I--I think because he heard other people.

He--he fled before he went into the confessional.

Why did you not tell me this?

Because I felt it was private,

between a parishioner and his priest.

So why are you telling me now?

Because someone on the cleaning crew

evidently overheard it and reported it to the police.

It's not private anymore.

I went to confession

because I had just seen a dead body.

I didn't call the cops or--

plus the affair.

I was in shock, in crisis.

I needed to speak with my priest.

I didn't go to confess murder.

I understand, but this doesn't look good, Paul.

You were seen leaving the victim's house,

then seen minutes later rushing to a priest,

ostensibly to confess.

They have no witnesses to my leaving the house.

You hope.

Where's Wendy now?

She's still at her mother's.

You have to get her back.

She's not coming.

Keep trying.

I want her in the courtroom.

I'm going back to the office to meet

with the jury consultant.

Voir dire starts after lunch.

I want you there for that.

Okay.

You okay?

(sighs) I don't know.

I'll stay with him.

Whatever you're feeling...

your public face has to remain stoic.

Photographers will be snapping pictures.

Any likeness of you in the newspaper

must be that of an innocent man.

I miss her.

Of all the times not to be able to talk to her.

We'll try to get her back.

Get her back?

She's dead, Tara.

I can't talk about that in public, can I?

I can't let the potential jury pool

see how much I loved her.

I can't let people see me grieve because...

I'm sorry.

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

No, I don't--I don't mean to.

I apologize.

Paul...

somebody you love has died.

You're allowed to grieve.

An older, black woman,

that's your ideal juror.

Somebody with life experience.

Somebody who understands that infidelity

doesn't mean murder.

And if there's any minority at all,

grab him or her.

Minorities are your best chance for a hung jury.

I can show you the statistics.

Never mind what I want.

Tell me what we figure to get.

Middle-aged white males

who never went to college.

Blue-collar men vote to convict 98% of the time.

Great. STRINGER: It's worse.

Blue collars statistically resent rich,

they resent doctors,

and here's one you'll like,

they resent rich men with mistresses.

We're defending a Triple Crown winner.

You need to pray that there's at least

one black woman in that pool.

I have a series of litmus questions for you,

but basically you want black female,

black female, black female.

Am I being too subtle?

MAN: George Bush is a great man.

SHORE: Because?

MAN: Because he's president of the United States.

You don't get to be president

without a measure of greatness.

SHORE: Bill Clinton.

What about Bill Clinton, sir?

He's okay.

Okay?

What happened to "you don't get to be president

without a measure of greatness?"

MAN: Mr. Clinton is brilliant,

he is an excellent politician,

but he committed infidelity.

I can't respect any person who does that.

Your Honor, I move that this juror be excused for cause.

Objection.

I'm not removing him.

Your Honor, my client was unfaithful to his wife.

Clearly-- I'm not removing

every juror who can't respect infidelity.

We'd have nobody left.

Defense exercises one of its peremptory challenges.

Thank you, sir.

You are excused.

What?

WINNAKER: Sir, please leave the room now.

Fine.

As far as I go, infidelity should be a crime.

Put him in jail.

(clapping)

I hear you.

Yes, I do.

Yes, I do.

What is up with you?

What are you even doing here?

CATHERINE: Well, I came to watch you in voir dire.

See how you relate to the jurors.

You aren't allowed in there.

You're a witness, Catherine.

Oh, that's right.

Uh, that must be why I'm here.

I'm a witness.

I need another $50,000.

Actually, that's a lie.

I don't need it.

I just want it.

First, if it's for all the elective surgeries,

you do need it.

And, second, $50,000

won't nearly get the job done.

The answer's no.

I want the check by tomorrow.

Tell Victoria I feel an attack

of conscience coming on.

Your conscience?

That's a pinprick.

Alan.

Catherine.

Alan.

Catherine.

This give and take is a little like tennis, isn't it?

You know, the game with the racket and the balls?

Actually, I've got your balls, haven't I, dear?

And if you don't want me making a racket,

you'll tell Victoria to get me that

extra fifty by tomorrow.

(door opens)

(door closes)

KEVIN: We've proceeded to trial quickly,

frankly, because it was a simple investigation.

The guy was caught.

He was seen leaving the house.

He left his prints, hair, and fibers in the house.

The question I'd ask

is why did the defense agree to a quick trial?

And I suspect the answer is

because they're trying to trade

on the doctor's reputation before it's shot.

Hello, Detective.

Nice to see you talking to a reporter,

commenting on the evidence.

Be sure to get that spelling right.

It's M-C, capital C-A-R-L-E-Y.

Excuse us.

See, Kev, the idea from your side

is not to give defense any grounds for appeal,

talking to the press, contaminating jury pools,

that kind of thing.

State of mind is no excuse, by the way.

You can't plead stupidity.

Thoughts?

The reason this is being tried here in Dedham

is because you didn't move it when you had the chance.

You didn't wanna move it because you wanted

to come back here and put on a big show

in your hometown, and now it's backfiring.

You're not even a criminal attorney.

Your specialty is antitrust.

Oh, you're here to help out your friend, aren't you?

You're a fraud.

(music playing)

Norfolk county's a little rigid.

You can't change venue?

Apparently not.

And some of our witnesses...

make us uneasy.

Which witnesses?

Catherine Piper?

Let's do this.

FRUTT: Alan...

can we see you a second?

Jamie evidently heard an exchange between

you and Catherine Piper,

which led her to conclude that this witness

may have been bought.

Do you know anything about that?

And why would Jamie think that?

You'd have to ask Jamie, Eugene.

FRUTT: I did.

She heard the witness talking about a deal,

a transaction, and then she heard you

shut the discussion down.

What's going on, Alan?

And don't lie to us.

It appears that my client's mother

may have bribed Ms. Piper.

I wasn't present for it. I don't know.

I don't want to know.

That's why I instructed Ms. Piper

to tell me nothing about whatever deal

they may have entered into.

Well, it seems like you have enough

to go to the judge.

I don't, and I won't.

YOUNG: You won't?

Look, listen to me, Alan.

I'll take a pass on that. Thank you.

I've done nothing but listen to you

since I walked through the door

and, frankly, Eugene,

I'm tired of listening to you.

You're not that interesting.

Let's make a little deal.

Until this trial is over,

I'll keep completely out of your way.

You stay the hell out of mine.

(door closes)

He's gone.

Eugene, obviously he's feeling a lot of stress.

This is one of his oldest friends on trial here.

Ellenor, when this trial is over,

that man is gone.

(door opens)

STRINGER: I'm not good with dead bodies, Alan.

Just see what the problem is.

Oh, what about Tara?

Tara loves dead bodies. It's worrisome.

I'm serious. Death makes me nauseous.

SHORE: Gee, and it so tickles the rest of us.

Tara's busy interviewing witnesses.

I need to go see Paul,

who's on the verge of a breakdown.

I need you to meet with the medical examiner.

So, please, just do it.

Hello.

Where is he?

In his tree house.

Believe that?

His tree house?

The one that he and I--

It's still standing.

You two swung a pretty good hammer back then.

I suppose I shouldn't say that.

(wood creaks)

SHORE: George Scott whiffs inning over.

Wasn't that our password?

Enter.

I can't believe this thing is still standing.

PAUL: It's been renamed,

home for bad husbands.

(chuckles)

PAUL: I can't tell you how many times after fights

with Wendy, I'd come up here to sit.

Remember all our secret compartments

to hide the beer, cigarettes, and pot?

PAUL: Well, I found some of the old pot a few years ago,

by the way.

Smoke it?

Is there any left?

What's going on?

I don't know if I can make it, Alan.

This is-- You'll make it.

Tara tell you how much I miss her, Brenda?

No, she didn't.

I have so much to be humiliated about,

but being ridiculously in love with someone...

who didn't love me back.

That's always a good one.

Am I gonna beat this?

I don't know.

The case is circumstantial.

They don't have a murder weapon.

They--

I don't know.

PAUL: I'll make a deal.

Get me an acquittal, I'll meet you back here after,

and I'll bring the beer.

Bring a lot.

The DA wants to meet with me.

I think he plans to offer murder two.

I assume...

you wouldn't want to accept that.

This feels like a test.

It isn't.

I won't accept murder two.

Don't need this crap.

Came all the way from New Haven.

What exactly is the problem?

Oh, you'll see exactly the problem.

Look, I don't actually have to see the body, okay?

You can just tell me.

DOCTOR: Words don't tell story.

You need to see.

Wonderful.

Report says, "35-year-old attractive woman,

beaten to death with hammer."

Not beaten, not attractive,

not woman.

What the hell?

DOCTOR: This is not Brenda Wilbur.

You destroyed her?

Evidently, she was mistakenly ID'd as a transient.

And our normal procedure post-autopsy--

look, we screwed up. You think?

Technically, you need to file a motion

to preserve the remains.

You didn't do that.

It's evidence.

I hardly need file a motion.

"Don't destroy evidence"?

CLARKE: Our autopsy was complete, so even if we--

Hold on.

I need to ask the obvious question however delicate.

Did he take the body home with him to, you know--

Hey, bite me. Kevin.

I've had it with this ass.

He's enjoying this.

He's been smug since 5th grade, and I'm sick of it.

All right. I'd like to respond to that.

First, yes, I am enjoying it.

I can't wait to tell the jury

you accidentally destroyed the corpse.

Second, I believe I was quite humble

your 3rd year of 5th grade.

You know what? Just be quiet.

Look, as I said, you'll get the relevant tissues

and fluids plus the reports.

You won't be prejudiced.

Now, can we discuss a plea?

There isn't going to be a plea.

You're making a mistake.

You have a little booger.

Alan, you can't really wanna try this case.

Oh, but I can.

(phone rings)

Excuse me.

Hello?

I'll be right there.

There's a sale.

I did tell the police.

They think I got the wrong house or something.

SHORE: How old was the woman?

I couldn't really tell. She was all bundled up.

You're sure she came out of Brenda Wilbur's house?

90% sure it was her house, yeah.

At 7:00?

Around then.

Could you see her face at all?

No. No. She was all bundled up and stuff.

The reason I remember is there was no car out front,

which made me think she was going for a walk

or something, which was strange,

because it was colder than a witch's--

I'm sorry.

That's all right.

I'm actually not a witch.

SHORE: Excuse us.

Look, get the best description you can,

clothes, everything,

then get over to be with Paul.

I'm worried about him being alone.

I'd go myself, but according to our jury consultant,

we have another emergency.

What?

You.

Me?

GLAZER: I interviewed people from the jury pool.

You went over like lead.

Too urban, too slick, too smart.

Too smart?

This is a blue-collar, uneducated,

overweight, lunch-bucket town.

You're a smooth, Harvard-type sophisticate.

And they don't like you.

You need to find a Joe Schmoe fat, Catholic,

and put him at your table.

What did you just say to me?

I asked you to be part of my team, Jimmy.

What's going on?

Nothing's going on.

I need you.

He's setting me up for something.

No, I'm not. Look, you can't have him.

You already got Jamie.

I'll return Jamie.

I need Jimmy.

YOUNG: Really?

So I'm gonna ask the same question he did.

What's going on?

What's going on is I think Jimmy could be an asset.

Look, put it on the table or you don't get him.

Dedham is very blue-collar.

The jury consultant thinks I will alienate the jury

because I'm well-dressed and look like

I read, and, well, Jimmy doesn't.

That's it!

FRUTT: Hey, get off him!

YOUNG: Hey!

Get off me!

FRUTT: Alan, get back!

Jimmy!

What the hell's wrong with you?

What the hell is this place?

You all go to great lengths to establish a team philosophy

that we'll all jump in together when need be.

I need him!

I need you!

You once billed yourself as "Jimmy the Grunt"

for your own personal gain.

Well, I need you to sit your fat ass at my table

and send that same message again,

not for me, not for you, for the client,

the client...

who happens to be innocent.

So how can I help you?

Well, I come to you

with a very heavy heart.

I've been to my pastor but...

I'm afraid I can only--

well, may I sit?

Sure.

There's no easy way to say this.

I saw Paul Stewart leave Brenda Wilbur's house

around 10:30 the night of the murder.

Excuse me.

Did you say 10:30?

Paul's mother paid me $600,000

not to come forward.

I'm ashamed to say I accepted.

But my conscience just won't allow me

to go down this path.

I simply have to tell the truth.

He was there.

I saw him.

It pains me to say it,

but I have no doubt

he killed that woman.

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WOMAN: You stinker!

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