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- Hmm! You eat like a rabbit.

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- I can feed myself. I'm a professional, you know.

- I've found that men can't do too many things at once.

Yeah.

You should learn to take a gift.

♪ Dance music

[ Laughing ]

He's a nutritionist. Can you believe that?

He eats like a rabbit!

God, he is so cut!

You jab his stomach and you break your finger.

- Please, more details!

- The thing is, he's shy.

When you talk, he actually listens.

- Tell me he's got a twin brother.

- You're booked through Spring! - Get out!

- Whatever happened

with that university professor?

The one with the doctorate?

What? He was nice.

- When he got excited his plugs turned red.

It was like going to bed with a traffic light.

[ Laughing ]

- I just got that!

[ Laughing ]

Oh, wow!

God, you got more of these? It's become an obsession!

You know, you're never going to go to any of these places.

- We all look at pictures of the things we want.

They're just pictures.

- Thank you.

- I went to the Antilles once.

Windward Islands. Senior trip.

I never wanted to leave. You get so lost there.

- Yeah, you got that look on your face.

- First love.

Once you find your island, it's your island forever.

[ Both laughing ]

Hey, court reporters can dream too, you know.

- Mmm...

[ Man sighing ]

- I didn't wear you out, did I?

- You do occasionally.

- We'll have to send you to the gym.

- I go every day!

- No. Really? I didn't...

- Ooh!

[ Laughing ]

- You know, if I didn't have a roommate

I'd invite you to stay.

Cut down on the travel time.

- You mean, to the bedroom?

- Mmm-hmm.

There are other places, you know.

Restaurants, parks, museums...

- Absolutely.

I'd like to spend a day

walking through the old ethnic neighbourhoods.

It's like walking into a different country,

and you can eat cheap.

[ Laughing ]

Mmm...

[ Siren outdoors ]

- That's my roommate. Diane.

She's like the sister I never had.

And much cuter.

Yeah.

[ Laughing ]

- Thank you.

- Come on, it's right over here.

I swear to God, Bobby, these hot dogs are a religious experience.

- I told you I don't want to eat junk food.

- Don't be so inflexible. I'm about to change your life.

Whoa!

- You OK?

- I'm fine.

- Let's grab some hot dogs.

- I know when quarterlies are due.

No, I'm not giving you actuarial approval.

Because if there's a collision

between the physicians and underwriters

we're gonna flag an audit.

And we broker viaticals on the same policies.

Think country club prison, Frank.

Fresh air, exercise...

Yeah. Ha ha!

No.

- Hey, babe.

- Hey.

What's this?

Champagne? What's going on?

- You have a lot of catching up to do.

[ Laughing ]

What can I say? I just felt like a party.

- It isn't even Friday.

- Who cares?

- Ah! Cheers.

He hasn't called in days.

I call and I get his machine.

If I'm getting dumped, a note would be nice.

Flowers would be nice.

- You've got guys lined up down the street.

- Yeah, sure.

Hey, what's going on with you? I need details.

- Come on. I want to show you something.

- What?

- Close your eyes.

- Oh!

Wow!

- You wear this,

bias-cut black satin, stiletto heels,

you'll be taking scalps.

It's called the Willow Chain.

- God, it has a name?

- One of a kind, yes.

"Willow" for sadness. Weeping willow.

And "Chain" for bondage.

It's how some people see love.

The gold is the branch of the willow tree.

Diamonds are the leaves hanging down.

- Where did you get this?

- And old boyfriend.

- Oh, the one we don't talk about.

- The same.

- Are you still seeing him?

- No.

People disappoint one another.

It's hard to avoid, hard to make right.

You like it...

it's yours.

- Get out! You can't give this away!

It must have cost a fortune!

- It's all paste.

- Oh.

It's so beautiful.

I love you.

- I know.

[ Car horns honking ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Siren ]

- Second floor?

- So I told him. I said, "There's no way. It was in 324."

- Hey. - Hey.

What have we got?

- Double homicide.

Victims: Diane Summers, Bobby Rose.

Suspect's backing up, breaks a heel.

Wacks her head on the door.

A lot of cash. About half a million.

Seems she didn't take any.

She drops her gun on the way out.

She makes it as far as the outside hall,

neighbour sees her, calls 911,

cops find her semi-conscious on the floor.

He takes one in the pump, dies instantly.

The girl, she gets 4.

[ Machine beeping ]

- Hi.

Shatz.

[ Phone ringing ]

Ha ha! See?

I got you on speed dial, but you never return my calls.

- Well, I'm rude, Jerry.

- So, you think she did it?

- You think Mennick's interested?

- Maybe. - Too neat, isn't it?

- Who's the A.D.A?

- Rolly Wyker.

It's a slam dunk. Murder one.

You didn't hear?

Yeah, Rolly's going to be our next D.A.

He's grooming him for the needle.

[ Car horns honking ]

- Diane Summers and Bobby Rose

were two young people in the prime of their lives.

We bring before this court

a brutal double-murder, Your Honor.

The state asks for remand.

- The defendant is the third victim

of this crime, Your Honor.

Zero priors.

She is a member

of a distinguished professional society

and requires medical supervision.

We ask for surrender of passport

and bail to be set at the court's discretion.

The judge set bail at $2 million with surrender of passport.

OK.

- You just covered a $2 million bond?

- It's tax deductible if you do a David Copperfield.

[ Chuckling ]

So, what do you know about L.G. Mennick?

- I read the papers.

- Don't believe half of it.

Look, it's too late to go to the office.

We'll go to the apartment.

[ Alarm beeping ]

[ Knocking ]

Cassie Stewart,

L.G. Mennick.

- Miss Stewart.

How are you feeling?

- Uh, I'm OK.

- It's after 5:00. Would anyone like a drink?

- Please.

- Please sit.

You're very careful in your appearance.

You have to be.

In your business, mistakes are costly.

You dress well above your pay grade. That's smart.

- You know my pay grade?

- I know everything about you.

I hire people for that purpose.

Cheers.

By the way,

do you know what Jerry Plett is doing here?

Obviously he's no lion of the law.

His job is to deny anything you might repeat of what I've said

should you choose to do so.

First of all, I don't do pro bonowork pro bono.

I make my money in corporate law.

I take on these high-profile criminal cases such as yours

to keep my name in the papers.

I'm using you. Is that acceptable?

- Yes.

- When my client's life is at stake

I'm not going into court, I'm going into war.

And everyone who works for me understands that.

You've been charged with capital murder.

There's no exculpatory evidence in your defence.

You were arrested on the premises, gun in hand,

powder residue on your skin.

We're not off to a very good start.

Now there's one thing I must make perfectly clear

above all else.

You must trust me with everything

most especially the truth.

You must trust me more than a surgeon with a scalpel.

That's the deal.

I understand.

- Now I know right now you're living in extremis.

It's very hard.

But you carry yourself well. You have poise and self-confidence.

We'll take that into court.

- I'm not as strong as you think I am.

- You don't know how strong you are.

We are going to win.

Even if you acted in the heat of the moment,

Rolly Wyker has accused you of premeditation

I am going to destroy his case.

You are not going to plead to a lesser offense.

And you will never see the inside of a jail.

Now, I have a great many more questions

but they can wait until morning.

We need to get you settled in.

Would you like a hotel suite or an apartment?

- I want to go home.

- Miss Stewart, it's a crime scene.

I don't think it's been released.

- It's my home.

- Get it released.

- I'll go in with you.

- Oh no, I'm fine.

I can't believe L.G. Mennick is defending me.

- Are you kidding? He skipped his vacation to take this case.

He was afraid Dershowitz would grab it.

- Well, I'm glad I met you first.

- So are we.

Look, if you need anything

you call me, 24-7.

- Thank you.

- Good night. - You too. Good night.

- Keep an eye on her.

- Miss Stewart, I'm Detective Rudy Shatz.

May I come in for a second?

- I'm not going to talk to you.

- You don't need to say a word.

Thank you.

I understand you're represented by counsel.

I don't expect you to answer any questions.

- So you're here because...

- Um, I love old movies.

I go to these art houses, watch all the old black and whites.

- I can't wait to hear where this is going.

- You're in the insurance business. You're an actuary.

My favorite insurance movie was Double Indemnity.

Edward G. Robinson tells his boss he knows the actuary tables

and no one's ever committed suicide

jumping off a train--

- Going 15 miles an hour.

- Right.

I'm kind of in the same business.

And I can tell you that

first-time murderers leave everything

but a trail of bread crumbs.

But how often are they so inept

that they knock themselves out on a door?

I know, I'm in the enemy camp, but...

smart people keep their options open.

In case you want to talk to me.

- My attorney has people watching out front.

- They try their best to blend. How did you know?

- You have rust on your hands.

- I came in by the fire escape

and I'll see myself out the same way.

You know, it was...

It was nice to have met you.

Dumb thing to say. Good day, Miss Stewart.

- Detective.

- [Reporters]: Miss Stewart! Cassie!

- Cassie, did you kill Bobby and Diane?

- Stay with me. It's not far.

- Cassie, are you going to testify?

- [All]: Ah!

- Cassie, how are you feeling?

Cassie, do you have any comments to make?

Anything at all?

- That was the scene today at the courthouse

immediately following the first hearing for Cassie Stewart.

The trial promises to have all the elements

of a torrid romance-mystery.

- Well, there it is.

Innocence under attack by the system.

Almost looks like rape.

Tell me prospective jurors aren't going to see that.

- It was a set-up.

Um, we started it.

That's why I was in the right place when you fell.

- I know, you could've re-injured your head.

If you had, I would've sued them for millions on your behalf.

- Can we do it again?

[ Chuckling ]

- We'll see what Hobbs can cook up.

Right now I want you to relax

and talk to me about what you can remember from that day.

- We were having problems at work that day.

Problems. I thought those were problems.

Anyway, in the middle of the day

I came back to get something off of my hard drive.

And as I went down the hallway

I saw Bobby first.

Lying there.

Just out of the shower, I guess.

Then, Diane.

And I thought two things.

"Why are they dead?"

Then I thought, "Why are they together?"

They never knew each other.

I mean, they never told me...

they knew each other.

- You were seeing Bobby Rose?

Did Diane ever poach like that before?

- No. She was like my sister.

She was my best friend.

- Do you remember anything else from that moment you saw them?

- No.

- You don't remember picking up a gun?

- I knew she kept one.

I hate guns. I would never touch it.

- Did the doctor say anymore of the short-term memory

might be recoverable?

- They don't know.

- I wouldn't remember anything. That's when I hit my head.

- OK. She didn't speak to the police?

- Not a word.

- How long had you known Bobby Rose?

- We just met.

But we connected right away.

- Did you go out to restaurants, theatre, movies?

- No.

We stayed at our apartments.

- Did anyone ever see you with Bobby Rose?

A friend, acquaintance, stopped to say hello?

Were you ever in a bar together, or even a newsstand?

- No.

- The prosecution has no witness?

- No one on the list.

- So as far as they can prove, you never knew Bobby Rose.

- No.

- No money was taken.

Where's the motive?

- The state will be seeking charges of first-degree murder.

Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your time.

- After hearing the prosecution's opening statement,

we have a mystery.

Why is Roland Wyker himself

trying this case?

As he describes the events of the day

it's open-and-shut, a done deal, a slam dunk.

Even a third-year law student could win it.

Don't be fooled.

He has no idea what happened that day.

He has no witness, there is no purpose or motive to the crime

as he'll describe it.

He's stumbling around in the dark

telling you the light is blinding.

He has a theory.

So does the defence.

And if our theory is still standing at the end of the day

it will prove beyond a reasonable doubt

that Cassie Stewart never harmed a soul.

The victim was killed with her own gun.

Capital murder? Man one, tops.

Rolly has to make his bones.

Tell her.

- Well, the joke going around downtown

they want to make death row look more like America.

- Gallows humor.

I'll make 'em choke on it.

Cassie, you're an actuary.

Your world is analytical.

A trial is theatre.

Two people performing for a small audience of 12.

- I've given this a lot of thought.

- And?

- It's simple, really.

The prosecutor will argue

there were 3 people in that room.

We have to argue there were 4.

- Precisely.

Where's the murderer?

- Right there.

- No, that's Cassie Stewart.

You don't know she's the murderer.

The jury hasn't spoken yet.

- That's our position based on the evidence.

- No, Detective. That's your theory.

I have a theory too.

- I bet you'd like to share that with us.

- Well, yes I would.

- I'm sorry, Your Honor, but who's the witness?

[ All laughing ]

[ Judge bangs gavel ]

- He's still there.

Cassie enters the room

sees the victims' bodies,

he comes up behind her

reaches around

and slams her head against the edge of the door.

- She's got powder soot on her hand.

- Oh well, there goes my theory.

Powder soot...

That's the stuff that blows back off the gun.

- Yes.

- Detective, if I put a gun in your hand

and pushed your finger against the trigger,

you'd have that stuff all over your skin too, wouldn't you?

- Yes.

- OK.

One more thing...

Is it your theory

that my client killed the victims out of jealousy

or to rob them of some $500,000?

- Could be both.

- For the purpose of a trial

where a young woman's life is at stake,

could you pull one of them out of the air?

No? No idea?

Robbery?

No, the money's still there.

What do you think? Jealousy?

- Could be.

- Could be.

Detective, do you have any evidence

that Cassie Stewart even knew Bobby Rose?

- No.

- No.

You have no motive.

Thank you.

- Court will adjourn until 9:00 tomorrow morning.

- Re-examine every piece of evidence.

Every piece. Get me a motive, Rudy.

- You're good.

[ Chuckling ]

- Just legal judo.

They throw their weight at you,

you knock 'em on their ass.

- God, the first time I ever saw this room

I was so sick I could hardly stand up.

Now it feels like a sanctuary.

- I'm glad.

- That's really beautiful.

I love the way the moss hangs around the oak like a shroud.

You did this!

- I started studying design when I was 5.

My father was a tradesman.

In his business circle, everyone worked on trust.

When I was 8, I learned everyone needs a lawyer.

[ Chuckling ]

Becoming an actuary is as hard as passing the bar.

What drew you to that line of work?

- I think I've always been fascinated by

how things can go wrong.

In grad school, I liked chaos theory.

Nothing can bring order to the world.

But being an actuary, an oddsmaker,

at least you're not afraid to cite the worst case.

I'm aware that we can lose.

- I'm not an oddsmaker, Cassie. I'm a winner.

And if I don't like the odds, I remake the game.

And if I'm behind in the game, I reinvent it.

Don't lose your courage, Cassie.

And don't ever lose your trust in me.

I'll never lose my faith in you.

- It's hard for me to trust people.

They're there one moment,

and then they're gone.

And they leave you with riddles.

- I don't mind yuppies.

What I mind is a yuppie standing there,

holding up the whole cappuccino line,

reading his e-mails on his Blackberry.

- What are you doing in a cappuccino line?

- I was getting a regular coffee.

- Your prosecutor's getting his ass whipped.

- He's got two motives. He's arguing with himself.

- What's this?

- The victim's boyfriends.

She got around.

- Hmm!

Make sure every one of these Romeos has an iron-clad alibi.

What is it, Shatz?

- I just went through Cassie Stewart's safety deposit box.

- Detective Shatz,

the police searched the safety deposit box

in the name of Cassandra Stewart.

Please tell the court,

was this necklace among the contents of the box?

- I forget about that.

- Yes, sir. That was the necklace.

Would you read the initials engraved on the inside, please?

- "D.S."

- D.S. The initials of the victim.

- Your Honor,

the defence will stipulate that the necklace did belong

to the victim Diane Summers.

- No further questions, Your Honor.

- What about this necklace?

- Diane gave it to me the night before she died.

I really loved it.

Now it seems it was a consolation prize

or an apology for taking Bobby.

Or a goodbye present.

I put it in a safety deposit box the next morning.

- What's it worth?

- Not much. The stones were paste.

- If the jury is led to believe you stole it

they might believe worse of you.

- I didn't steal it.

She said it was a gift from an old boyfriend.

She didn't want it anyway.

- I believe you.

But you're the only one that can testify to that.

Rolly'd love to get you on the stand.

- I'll testify.

- Then he would do cross.

And I warned you,

a trial is like theatre.

Often cheap theatre.

And he would use you like a pinata in front of that jury.

I won't allow it.

Let him jingle his trophy.

Look, you've been shuffling back and forth every night.

I've got 5 bedrooms here. You're more than welcome to stay.

- "Don't do it, darling," said the spider to the fly.

Sorry to not call ahead.

I have some papers that need your sig. Hello, Jerry.

- Hello, Mrs. Mennick.

- These could've been messengered to the office.

- That's no fun!

- Cassie Stewart, this is--

- I'm Christine Mennick, dear.

I'm my husband's wife.

- How do you do?

- He just hates it when I let myself in.

Whatever happened to your vacation?

I thought you'd be in Italy by now

sipping an Assisi Rosso on the Piazza Venezia.

- Had to cancel.

- She looks like a very good reason indeed.

- Oh no, I-- - Be confident, my dear.

Georgie's secret is that he always knows

more than everybody else.

Thank you, darling.

Bye-bye, Jerry.

[ Door alarm beeping ]

- Excuse me.

- I didn't know he was married.

- He doesn't advertise.

They couldn't agree on a settlement

so she keeps him on a very short leash.

It's tough on a man like L.G.

You know, she really didn't need his signature.

She was just coming around to check you out.

- That was awkward.

- No, I apologize.

- Do you have doubts about me?

- No!

I believe you when you say you can't remember.

It's good enough for me.

- I could never hurt Diane, ever.

I didn't know Bobby very well. I wouldn't have fought for him.

I have a theory.

- Please. - About the necklace.

Why make something so beautiful and put it in paste?

Why not use real diamonds?

- Travel money? - Yeah.

Half a million dollars.

Could that be the value of the original stones?

- But why put them in paste? Why not sell it and leave town?

- The only boyfriend that Diane never talked about.

Why? She's scared.

And maybe he's obsessed with her. Maybe he's a gangster.

He buys her half a million worth in jewelry.

He means to keep her.

If she ever makes a run for it,

she's going to need some cash, not a fancy necklace.

And she puts it in paste because she's still seeing him

and he wants to see his diamonds around her neck.

- That's an interesting theory.

You should write detective novels.

How would I use that in court?

- You're the lawyer.

- I'd need an expert witness.

- What? What are you going to do?

- Rolly took a shot at us,

and now it's our turn.

Now, Mr. Orick, those aren't real diamonds?

- No, they're paste.

- These artificial stones, so-called "paste"

are they the original stones?

- No, I removed several at your request

and found a thin residue of glue below this setting.

It would make no sense to put artificial stones

in a piece this fine.

It isn't just jewelry. This is a work of art.

- A work of art, an expression of devotion...

Could you give us a rough estimate of their value?

- $450,000, $500,000?

- Or roughly the same amount of cash

found in the victim's suitcase!

- Your Honor!

- A court reporter and a nutritionist.

Someone had to pay for this high-end vacation.

- Objection, Your Honor! Conjecture!

- Maybe he didn't know he was paying

until he walked in on them.

- That's enough!

Sustained!

- No further questions.

Your witness.

[ Laughing ]

- Thank you.

- You're the man!

- You were amazing!

- I think Rolly just lost his jury.

- Cheers!

Somebody made the necklace.

- Jerry's making calls. We'll locate him.

- I have another theory.

- Shoot. - He's dead.

Just say for the moment that the motive is jealousy.

The man who killed Diane gave her the necklace.

He can't leave the jeweller alive.

- How do we find a dead jeweller?

- That's the only kind I can find. I'm an actuary.

There are tables for death according to profession.

We start with age.

It probably took an experienced hand to make this piece.

You figure in time period, start with the date of the murder.

Then you narrow it down to location until there

are fewer people to say, "Do you do custom design?"

If he had life insurance, he can be found.

Find the jeweller, search his records,

find the boyfriend, find the killer.

- How long would it take? - About a week.

- It won't work. - Why not?

- I'll have you acquitted in 3 days.

How would you like to work for me?

You can have Jerry's job.

- Rolly, it's Rudy Shatz.

I got something for you.

[ Gavel pounding ]

- Order!

- Detective, what can you tell us about these photographs?

- The police made these enlargements

from prints we received by messenger

from an anonymous source.

- Let the record show, Your Honor,

that the two individuals identified in these photos

are Cassandra Stewart

and the victim, Bobby Rose.

- I'm supposed to believe

someone took pictures of us in the park

then anonymously dropped them off

just in time for the prosecution to wrap up their case?

That's doesn't smell to you?

- Like a dead mackerel.

- I'd bug Bobby to go to the park

but he was distant that day,

like he brought me there to say goodbye.

- Or to be photographed with him.

- Somebody could've been following him.

He was in and out of that building.

Bobby and Diane were manipulative, yes,

but I can't believe

that they would purposefully put me in jeopardy.

- But they did.

- Jealously was a motive.

Cassie Stewart killed her friend and her lover

because they betrayed her.

She probably would have stolen had not chance,

in this case, a broken heel, intervened.

But that doesn't concern us.

What does concern us, ladies and gentlemen,

is how she killed, in cold blood,

out of hatred and envy.

I thank you for your time.

- Let me testify!

- I have no new evidence to alter the fact

that we've rested our case.

- Well, invent something. We'll score points indirect.

- Thank you, Jerry.

No, I intend to win this case in closing arguments.

[ Sirens ]

The prosecution has a photograph.

Cassandra Stewart kissing Bobby Rose.

Therefore, she killed him.

He's asking you to make this leap

because his evidence doesn't support his allegation.

I'm going to tell you what this is all about.

You're not supposed to read the papers or watch television

or you'd know that this prosecution is about politics.

It's about making death row look more like America.

- In light of last-minute evidence

not substantially refuted in the closing arguments

by famed criminal defense attorney L.G. Mennick,

who claimed the trial was a cynical attempt

to make death row look more like America,

a phrase once used by Attorney General Janet Reno.

And now for the recent results of our poll

as to the innocence or guilt of Cassie Stewart

85% of those polls believe that Cassie Stewart is guilty,

while only 15% believe her to be innocent.

Clearly, this is an overwhelming

indictment of guilt from our audience.

And now to the latest

on what's causing the above- average temperatures

in our forecast, we turn things over to our meteorologist...

- Come on...

Bobby...

You saw our picture...

- First love...

Once you find your island that's your island forever.

[ Sobbing ]

[ Chatter ]

[ Loud knocking ]

- Miss Stewart!

- Mr. Mennick, are you in communication with your client?

- Yes, we were, Your Honor.

We sent a car for her.

- The verdict will be rendered in absentia.

[ All talking ]

Order!

- All right, everybody! Listen up!

Find Cassandra Stewart and bring her in!

- Where would she go?

- Her parents are dead.

The maternal grandmother who raised her is dead.

She has no other relatives.

Tapped her employer's phone, she hasn't contacted them.

- How many cops have her picture?

- 123 precincts,

patrol, transit, traffic,

task force, auxiliary...

There's no place she can hide.

[ Phone ringing ]

- Hello?

- I'm sorry.

- Cassie?

- I'm sorry about the bail.

- Forget about it. Where are you?

- Are you still my lawyer?

- I'll always be your lawyer.

Cassie, I beg you. Please come in.

I'll win this. I'll win it on appeal.

This just makes it more difficult.

- Let me get back to you, please. Thank you.

[ Dial tone ]

- By now, she could be in Montana.

- Or Marrakesh.

- Thanks for your help. We have her passport.

- You can get a passport for $100.

[ Phone ringing ]

Hello.

- It's Cassie Stewart.

- Miss Stewart! Where are you?

- You told me to keep my options open.

- Yes.

- Did you look for the jeweller who made the necklace?

- Actually, no. We're looking for you.

- I think that whoever gave Diane the necklace,

an old boyfriend, killed her.

You find the jeweller, you find the old boyfriend,

you find the killer.

- There you go. Have a good day.

[ Police radio ]

- The number you have called is no longer in service.

[ Gunshot ]

[ Gunshots ]

- L.G...

- What makes you so innocuous, Jerry?

Is there any blood in those veins?

Everyday you look forward to hanging by your fingernails

and hoping that I'm in good humor.

What does it feel like hold your temper everyday, huh?

- Well, I would answer that a necessary part of ambition

is self-control.

- You endure my abuse because you stuck around too long.

You have too much invested

to start over in someone's mail room.

[ Phone ringing ]

Hello.

- I found the jewelry store. - Cassie?

- I found the design. It was in the basement of the store.

I found the design for Diane's necklace.

- The Willow Chain?

- Uh, yeah.

The place was burned down. The jeweller's dead.

- OK, uh...

Give me the location.

Where are you now? Cassie?

- Check it out. I'll call you back.

- It's called the Willow Chain.

It's called the Willow Chain.

- God, it has a name?

- One of a kind, yes.

- Oh my God...

- I didn't know that Diane's necklace had a name.

- What the hell are you talking about?

- The necklace. The one we saw in court.

You called it the Willow Chain.

- No, I didn't.

- Yeah, just now, to Cassie.

- Yeah? So?

- She never mentioned it. I just didn't know it had a name.

- Yeah. She told me.

- Well, that's good.

Otherwise it would come as quite a shock to her

to hear you mention the name Willow Chain.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

- Sorry, did you want some, Rudy?

[ Phone ringing ]

- Hello?

- Detective? - Miss Stewart?

- L.G. Mennick knew Diane Summers.

- And you know this...

- Depositions, 3 days' worth.

Mennick was Chief Counsel on a civil case.

Diane Summers was the stenographer. I have her notes.

- But that doesn't mean he knew her.

- He knew her.

The necklace, it was a one-of- a-kind. A work of art.

It had a name. Four people knew this name.

The person who gave it to her,

the jeweller who made it, Diane,

and Diane told me the night she gave it to me.

Diane and the jeweller are dead. That leaves two.

- You and...

- Mennick.

- Mennick?

You can substantiate this how?

- He dropped the name on the phone by mistake.

I think he was drunk.

And I found the jeweller.

- OK, hold the light.

It's right where she said it was.

Somebody tried to kill her.

♪ ♪

[ Whistling and cheering ]

- You think she could've given him the name of the necklace?

It's her word against his.

- Well, I checked the civil suit.

- Hey, babe. The usual?

- Make it two.

- Why do we always have to come here?

- It relaxes me.

Especially after work.

- I'm sure the girls would be thrilled to know

they're a sedative.

- So Diane was at a bunch of depositions.

Doesn't mean the lawyers will notice her.

- Come on, not notice her?

- OK, they'd notice her. - Yeah, they'd notice her.

- But why would Mennick defend Cassie if he's the perp?

- Access to everything the D.A.'s got on you.

- The photographs.

- No return address.

Just some public-spirited citizen helping out.

It's too easy.

- You have about as much chance of re-opening this case

as getting elected Cardinal.

[ Phone ringing ]

- Shatz. - Were you there?

Do you believe me?

- I believe you were at the store

and somebody shot at you but I need more.

Do you have anything else for me?

- I have a drawing. The design of the necklace.

The one Mennick gave the jeweller.

The jeweller died when the place was firebombed.

I found it in the basement.

- Hold on. You're saying that Mennick made this drawing?

- He's an artist, he studied design. I've seen his work.

- Did he sign it?

- No.

What about fingerprints?

I mean, they'd be there, wouldn't they?

- Maybe, but Mennick's a married man worth millions.

And if he's designed a very expensive gift for his mistress

I'd say he'd take precautions.

Cassie, we can't do this much longer.

Maybe you should come in and give me the drawing

and if his prints are ,on it,

and with Diane's initials on the necklace,

you have a great shot at an appeal.

- No, you're right.

He would take precautions.

- Shut the damn door!

Did you give a .45 slug to the lab taken from an arson scene?

- Yeah.

- What case is that?

- Summers-Rose.

- Didn't we have a verdict in that? Did I miss something?

You went behind my back! Now I got brass up my ass!

Have you been in contact with Cassie Stewart?

- I tried to interview her at her apartment

after the arraignment but she wouldn't talk.

- Well, it looks like she's talking now.

Why isn't any of this in your report?

- We ran out of toner.

- Do you know how many people are looking for this girl?

- We don't know where she is,

but I'm trying to gain her confidence so she'll come in.

Somebody else is after her. - And you know this how?

- Because we ID ourselves before we start shooting.

They came that close to putting a bullet in her head!

The .45 down in the lab.

- All right, look, this was my call.

So let me go down and talk to Rolly Wyker.

- You're gonna go talk to Rolly?

He'll have you up on charges!

- Yeah. Probably.

- Your connection?

- Yeah, I know. The connection's personal.

I didn't want to bring in the cavalry.

- Or you didn't want Internal Affairs to ask for your gun.

- I was the principal on the case.

Evidence has to be checked, even after the fact.

- Rudy Shatz isn't running for office.

If it even looks as though I convicted the wrong person

I can go back to Springfield, Ohio and hang up a shingle.

- I know that, Rolly.

- Go with your lead, Detective.

Don't report to anyone higher than me. They'll stop you.

- Thanks.

- No loose ends, Rudy.

Wrap it up by the book.

[ Phone ringing ]

- Come on...

Shatz.

- Are you tracing this call?

- No. No trace.

- But you have my number.

You could trace if you needed to locate me.

- Yes, if you're on the phone.

- I have to go see Mennick. I need to speak to him.

- You want to see-- Listen, Cassie--

- I need him to incriminate himself.

I'm the only one who can do it.

If I don't he'll get away with it.

I'm not going to try to escape.

Will you help me?

- You want back-up?

- Four more plainclothes and some SWAT guns.

- No.

You guys are the lone wolves.

Everybody on the force is looking for this girl

but she tells you where she's gonna be and when.

- Yeah, that's pretty much it.

- And she's going to see her lawyer, just like that.

She couldn't call him?

Most people call their lawyers on the phone. I do.

- If I'm wrong, we've wasted a few hours.

But if I'm right, we make an arrest.

- I don't want to be made a fool of.

- She asked if we could trace her phone.

McCarthy can handle that.

- And you want the SWAT? - The guys in the black PJs.

- You know what, boss?

Rolly gave us the green light.

- That's the only reason we're talking!

[ Knocking ]

- L.G.

- Cassie.

That's a new look for you.

- I'm sorry.

- It's all right.

- Make me a drink?

- Of course.

You took a chance coming here.

- You wouldn't believe the places I've been hiding.

I've had a lot of time to think

and I've come to realize it's not that you can't trust people,

it's that you can't choose the people you have to trust.

Do you remember one evening you told me

it was your greatest ambition to win a case so brilliantly

that you could never tell anyone what you did?

Never put it in a memoir or a book?

It would be like a rare coin you could never show another soul.

[ Chuckling ]

- I remember.

- You would get the pretty young defendant acquitted.

Even at your own jeopardy.

- You aren't wearing a wire?

- Nuh-uh.

That reminded me of some dates in high school.

[ Laughing ]

You met Diane at depositions.

She was the court stenographer.

She was starting to do to you

what Bobby was starting to do to me.

But it wasn't until I saw what was left of the jewelry store

that I realized you were telling the truth.

You would do anything to win.

Not just be clever in court,

but can you do it?

Can you pull off your most brilliant coup?

- Watch me.

- Ha!

- When you didn't show up for the verdict, I thought,

"That's the smartest girl I ever met."

It's exactly what I would've done.

- I trust you because I have to.

You're my best chance.

- Yes, I am.

No one can defend you better than me.

- Hmm.

- Cassie, can I trust you?

- I thought you'd ask me that.

I brought you a peace offering.

She said the Willow was for sadness, the Chain for bondage.

But I've never seen a piece so beautiful.

- Do you think you must learn to trust

before you can learn to love?

- I'm afraid so.

- No.

Love has nothing to do with trust

or any other virtue.

It hits you like a hot bullet through carved ice.

Imagine at my age,

learning the wildest season of your youth,

you were never really alive.

Not like this.

I make my living with words

but there was no way to express myself to thank her.

So I made this.

We were going to spend a month in Europe

where a mature man and a much younger woman

aren't looked at judgmentally.

A month alone with her was all I could think about.

Then that day I called to confirm the reservation

and she had cancelled it, cashed her ticket.

She didn't answer her phone. I went over to her apartment.

There they were.

I must have frightened her.

She tried to get the gun I'd given her for protection.

I took it away from her.

I told her everything could be just as we planned it.

But she said no.

She was going away with this boy.

The rest was just a nightmare.

The whole time she was screaming,

calling me every vile name.

Till I saw the life go out of her.

Then I heard the front door open. I knew it was you.

I hid in the bathroom. I tried to figure a way out.

And when you came down the hall and saw the bodies,

I just panicked.

I came up behind you, I knocked you out.

That's when I got the idea

to manipulate the situation to save myself.

It wasn't until I was back in my library

that I realized what I'd done.

Safe with my bourbon,

with no reason on earth to be alive.

Until you.

- You're a rare coin.

Diane used you and she shouldn't have.

But couldn't you have just let them go?

- And know that those who made a fool of me

were indulging every dream, every passion

in a world made perfect by my absence?

Do you believe I could survive that?

It was a slip of the tongue, wasn't it?

In our conversation, I meant to say "the necklace".

And I said, "The Willow Chain".

- There was something else.

- What?

- May I?

- You've got it.

That's where it came from.

- Think he's just gonna let her walk out?

- No. Not on her own.

- What do you think she's doing up there?

- I have no idea.

I'm trusting her.

- Someday when this is all over,

may I wear the necklace?

- It'll be my gift to you.

With real stones.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you.

I've tried to atone.

- So how do we do this?

- I'll take it from here, I'll make the calls.

I want to establish that your surrender was voluntary.

Now I'm going to start working on your appeal.

- The night that you invited me to sleep over,

were you making a pass?

- I might have been laying the groundwork.

- What terrible timing Christina had.

- That's her trump card.

This is the best time.

No cameras, no reporters.

I'll call Rolly and tell him to expect you.

Protection will be provided by these men.

- Follow us in the SUV.

- Showtime.

[ Horn honking ]

OK, we're moving. We're heading west.

- [Woman cop]: Copy that.

- That's wonderful. Now they lost containment.

- Nine-one, are you calling for additional back-up?

- No, we're lone wolves. We don't need more back-up.

- We haven't been introduced. I'm Walter Hobbs.

- OK, they're stopping.

- Hold on, they're picking up Jerry Plett.

That's Jerry Plett.

They're picking up Jerry Plett.

- OK, we're on again. We're going north on Lafayette.

- Copy that.

- You going to the apartment?

[ Chuckling ]

It's the other way.

Why am I here?

Let me out.

- Jerry, we're not stopping here. Put on your seat belt.

- L.G.

- He's not going to answer. - Why?

- He's got caller I.D. He knows it's you.

- I don't have to be here.

Dammit, I'm number 2 on this team!

- You know, it all goes back to that damn necklace.

The one that he gave the dead girl.

Guys like that, they're rich, they're smart,

but they fall for some broad, they go simple on you like that.

Had to give it a name, didn't he?

Just had to give it a name.

People hear that name, they become liabilities.

Didn't have to be this way.

- That's nothing. I've already forgotten it.

- I know, Jer. I know.

But the boss wants insurance, and we're insurance.

- You're a low-rent goon.

- Jerry...

Let me out of this freakin' car!

- Where do you think they're going?

- Hopefully downtown to surrender.

[ Phone ringing ]

- We have company.

- So you are the one

who took the photos of Bobby and I in the park.

- I had a guy do it.

The boss was about to go on a cruise with that girl.

Getting a little nervous,

asked me to put a couple of guys on her.

Saw the guy sniffing around the apartment.

We figured he was seeing you.

- So did I.

- Changed partners on you, huh?

You must've just about given the boss a heart attack

when you walked into that room.

He did pretty good for an amateur, though.

She said something funny at the end.

"Hurry up."

He couldn't figure that.

It's when you started up with all that actuary crap

he knew he was going to have to throw you over.

You were going to get too close.

- Where are we going? - The boardwalk.

I thought we'd play some blackjack.

- You son of a bitch! You think this is funny?

- Calm down. - No.

I can bring you bastards down. Pull this car over right now!

- Argh!

- Shut up, Jerry.

- I can't breathe!

- You won't die right away.

You still got a few minutes to live.

- They're not getting a signal from her phone.

- Come on, Cassie. Turn on your cell phone.

- Maybe she can't.

Maybe we should take 'em.

- They're still headed downtown, all right?

I mean, we're looking for Wyker

to see if they made arrangements to surrender.

- Cross them at the tunnel.

I'll phone the tow truck for back-up, just in case.

- This ain't the way downtown.

- I know, I know.

[ Jerry moaning ]

- Where are they going?

These guys aren't messing around.

- I got 'em.

- No! The limo! The limo!

They're trying to fool us.

- Oh God, why are they stopping here?

- We can pick her up.

- Last time we talked, she asked me

if we could locate her if her cell phone was on.

- Yeah?

- Then call in and tell them to check it again.

- I think we should take them. - I think we should wait.

- No!

- That's gotta hurt.

- Ah...

You all right? - Yeah.

[ Cell phone ringing ]

- It's her. It's her.

- McCarthy, we got a signal.

Start the trace.

And we need a ride.

- Listen, she's not on GPS and she's almost out of range.

- Switch towers.

- We can't jump towers

without authorization or a court order!

It will take time!

- We don't have time.

- Give me the bag, please.

- Tell it to the FCC!

It's a violation

of the Communications Law Enforcement Act.

It's a privacy issue!

- Come on! We'll let her get killed to protect her privacy?

- That's cute.

[ Beep ]

- Dammit!

- Listen, McCarthy,

just switch--

- Rudy...

We lost the signal.

- That's just great. Dammit!

- Shatz. Shatz was our only chance.

- He can't help you, Jerry.

[ Phone ringing ]

- I had the ambition.

Didn't have the talent.

So I attached myself to a monster.

- It's Jerry Plett. He's giving us a signal.

- McCarthy, get a trace, and we can't lose it this time.

- Copy that.

GPS, 5 by 5.

- Atta boy, Jerry.

- I'm so sorry, Cassie.

- Jerry?

- Miss Stewart...

Please.

Kneel down. - No!

[ Gunshot ]

- Cassie!

Cassie, don't!

Cassie, drop the gun! We need him alive!

Cassie...

Remember...

Keep your options open.

[ Cassie crying ]

Drop the gun.

[ Sirens ]

Atta girl, drop it.

Good girl. Come here.

[ Cassie crying ]

OK. It's OK.

[ Door opening and closing ]

- Hmm!

I appreciate the mountain coming to Mohammed.

- I think we can do this here as well as downtown.

- A drink?

- No, thank you.

- I risked your life.

Almost got you killed. I'm sorry, Cassie.

- Rudy, you were the only one that believed me.

- So apparently this necklace of Diane Summers has a name.

[ Door opening ]

- I wouldn't know anything about that.

My client never mentioned it.

Hello, Cassie.

- Oh yes.

I believe it's called the Willow Chain.

- As I said, she never mentioned it.

- She found evidence in a jewelry store

you had Hobbs firebomb.

- And what would that be?

- A drawing of the necklace.

- Really?

I doubt you'll find my fingerprints on it.

- Oh, but we have.

Yours were on record.

And they're a match.

- Diane once told me

when you find your island, it's your island forever.

She meant Bobby.

He went out of her life and came back

and it was as if they never lost a day.

One bullet for Bobby, 4 for Diane.

Remember what she said while you were killing her?

"Hurry up."

Bobby was dead and she didn't want to live another moment.

Not in the same world as you.

For all of her faults,

she was someone who fell in love once and forever.

- May I speak with Miss Stewart alone?

- Miss Stewart?

Your conviction will be vacated

with our deepest regret and apologies.

- You traced a copy of my drawing!

You manufactured evidence!

- You burned it.

- I've had an opportunity

to know you, Cassie.

To learn about you.

You're not like me. You're not anything like me.

You'll never stand up in court

and take the oath and perjure yourself.

You won't do that.

- Watch me.

- Walter Hobbs is cooperating.

- So will my trial be the cable epic

that puts you in Dominic's office?

- It might.

- Bigger than O.J. Simpson.

But then, he walked.

Ah, Rolly...

What kind of chance you think I got?

- Well, Georgie...

You're rich, you're white,

and you did it.

You figure it out.

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