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Previously on The Practice:

They found her body
in your car.

I did not kill that woman.
I never met that woman.

You really expect me
to cooperate with someone

trying to help the man
who murdered my wife?

You don't know me,
Mr. Kingman.

You are soliciting
the widower of the victim.

Won't they ask me
about his affair?

He claims
there was none.

You don't believe him
on that?

Not necessarily, no.

Mr. Donnell, I don't know how
you do things in Massachusetts,

but we're a little
different in California,

and when a case has
already been con--

Your Honor, I--

This case is set
for trial on Thursday.

Either you can join us,

or you can go back
to Massachusetts.

You think I didn't check
you people out?

Plan "B"? You pull
the crap in this court

that you regularly pull
in Boston,

and you will be doing
more time than Mr. Mills.

It's just
a simple question, ma'am.

Simple question?
Where was I on the night
my sister was murdered?

Well, here's a simple response--
Go to hell!

I told him, I just send this
stuff. It means nothing.

What do you write
in your e-mails?

That I was going
to kill her and stuff.

I'm just doing
a little background
on all the state witnesses.

Well, maybe I could do some
background checks of my own.

Is that a threat, Detective?

If you did your homework,
you'd know I'm in AA,

and I have been for six
months, bottom-feeding grime.

Oh, gee, just a picture
of our client standing

with the victim-- the woman
he never met in person.

That picture is real,
it's not a trick,

and it's evidence
that you met this--

No!

(door lock buzzing)

It's the glasses.
You can't remember anybody

handing you eyeglasses, or--

You've been asking me that
for three days, Lindsay.

The problem is the jury
will be asking it.

If we can't account
for how your fingerprints

ended up in that house--

You don't think I'd love
to account for it?

Maybe a woman
spilled her purse.

Maybe you helped
pick up the contents,

or someone left glasses
on your desk.

All possible, but we're
going back almost a year.

I mean, if it happened,
I just don't remember it.

Well, at least he's honest.

He's also dead.

We can explain away the body
in his car trunk, maybe.

Even that's a long shot.

But those glasses were
found in a locked desk.

I say we go with Kingman--
the husband.

We can't accuse the widower.
We'll be monsters.

There's rumors he was
having some affairs.

Old rumors,
which we can't confirm.

He could have easily
discovered the e-mails,

traced them to Dennis.

He has an alibi.
How many times--

Maybe he hired somebody.

It's too risky
to go with that.

If we fall on our face--

Is anybody here
pretending we're not desperate?

The trial starts in ten hours.
We got nothing.

If our guy didn't do it,

which is what we all
want to believe,

the most likely candidate
is the husband.

I say we go with plan "B."

You just love plan "B."

It's our only option.
It's not that I like--

Do you have any idea what
the judge will do to us

if we accuse
the widower?

Lindsay, look at that board.

Body, murder weapon,
fingerprints.

How does our client
look to you?

Guilty.

That's how he looks
to the world.

Maybe because he is.
And if he's not,

the next best choice
is the husband.

Plan "B," no question.

(music playing)

It's in the Adelstein file
under "prior bad acts."

There's a memorandum,
a list of cases

which I need you
to run through Westlaw

and fax me
anything you get.

REBECCA (over phone): Do you
want me to draft the motion?

No, just the research.

We'll wing the motion
at the trial.

And, Rebecca,
we need it today.

All right, listen up.

I'll open, which will be short.

I don't want to tip
our strategy.

Ellenor, the photographer's
up first, he's yours.

Next comes
the detective. Jimmy?

I'm ready.
He's the key.

His reputation for being lazy,
you have to play that up,

but you can't look
like you've got a grudge.

I'm going to be all sweet
right up until I kill him.

Bobby, you've got Brickman,

the schoolteacher
if we need him, and Dennis.

You'll also close.
Ellenor, you've got the nun

on cross if they call her.

You'll also take
the pathologist.

I've got Dennis's wife.

What have we left out?

The judge.

Right. We do not
antagonize him.

We do not interrupt him.

Don't worry.

Okay, again,
soft plan "B."

Everything we do
in that room is to set up
reasonable doubt, period.

We're not going in
to convict Kingman.

We just need to
preserve the question.

It's all about setting up
Bobby's closing.

Nobody pushes.
We stay contained.

If there's a disagreement
in the room,

I make the call,
I'm first chair.

Scream at me
in the corridor if you want,

but in the room,
don't argue.

Any questions?

Can I go
to the beach?

ALL: No.

You're the 13th juror.
I want you keeping score.

Okay. Let's pack up.

One more thing.

I know you all flew out here
to support me,

and I'm grateful.
But he is innocent.

I realize you may not
necessarily believe that,
but I know it,

and I need you to trust
that I know it.

Let's go.

With this hammer, he repeatedly
struck her in the head,

brutally killing her.

He then stuffed her body
in the trunk of his car

and buried this weapon
in his garage.

We will show you
e-mail correspondence

between the victim
and the defendant--

correspondence which is sexual
and even violent.

We will introduce evidence
that establishes

the defendant's presence
in the victim's home.

Now, did anyone actually see
Dennis Mills swing this hammer?

Only Stacey Kingman.

But she didn't live
to tell you about it.

LINDSAY: There's a reason
the district attorney

put these posters up here
for you to see.

A reason he waves the murder
weapon in front of your faces.

He wants you
to be horrified.

He wants your emotion.
He needs it. Why?

Because he can't get
a conviction on the facts alone.

Yes, Dennis Mills had
a relationship

with Stacey Kingman
on the Internet.

They had a sexual
Walter Mitty-esque affair

communicating by e-mail,
but they never met.

Somebody discovered
this e-mail correspondence

and seized upon it
as an opportunity

to kill Stacey Kingman
and frame Dennis Mills.

Somebody else
swung that hammer,

put the body
in my client's trunk,

hid the weapon
in his garage.

I'm not gonna tell you to look
away from these pictures.

They are horrifying.

I won't pretend
this thing wasn't used

to bash in a woman's skull.
It was.

But not by Dennis Mills.

Dennis Mills has been framed
for a crime he didn't commit.

RYDELL: As you can see,
they're right next
to each other.

Mr. Rydell, why did
you take this picture?

I was hired by the museum,
which I frequently am,

to cover various
exhibit openings.

I take stills
for publicity,

or sometimes
for their own catalogs.

Could you tell the court
when the picture was taken?

May 10th of 1999.

For the record,
that would be two days

before Mrs. Kingman's
death?

Yes.

Thank you, sir.
That's all I have.

Mr. Rydell...

Mr. Mills appears
to be standing

two feet in front
of Mrs. Kingman here.

Would that be
a fair assessment?

RYDELL: I believe it would.

So they're not really
standing side-by-side,
are they?

Uh, not in that photo, no.

Do you have
any photographs

where they are
standing side-by-side?

No.

So they're not really
next to each other,

as you testified.

They're close
to each other.

Mr. Rydell...

You never saw my
client and Mrs. Kingman

actually speak
to each other, did you?

Did I see them speak
to each other?

Yes, did you see them
talk to each other?

I don't think so.
If I did, I don't remember.

So it is entirely possible

that Mr. Mills
and Mrs. Kingman

were simply two patrons
at the same art opening

who, at one time,
were standing

proximately close
to one another.

Isn't that possible?

Yes.

Thank you, sir.

That's all I have.

You may step down.
Mr. Fox?

The people call
Steven Mack, Your Honor.

Objection. This witness
is not listed.

Oh, he's not really
a witness, Your Honor.

I'm calling him
simply to read

the e-mail correspondence
into evidence.

Objection.
Overruled.

Sidebar, Your Honor?
Denied.

You're denying a sidebar?

Yes, I am.
Step up, Mr. Mack.

The defense brings at this
time a motion in limine

seeking to suppress
the e-mail correspondence.

That's a pretrial motion,
counsel.

We're in trial,
or had that escaped you?

We're raising it again
at trial.

Denied.
Sidebar.

Denied. Go and rejoin
your group.

Let's go.
We're walking out.

What?

Just do it. Let's go.

Where do you think
you're going?

Back to Massachusetts,
Your Honor.

If you leave this room,

I will hold all four
of you in contempt.

If we're gonna
stay in this room,

then you will deal with us.

Now either you give me
a sidebar right now,

adjourn to chambers,
or we'll take the jail cell,

in which case
you'll have to start
this trial all over again.

Members of the jury,

we will take
a five-minute recess.

I don't mean
to show disrespect,

but we cannot tolerate
you disrespecting us.

We plan to renew
our motion in limine
concerning those letters.

This should have
been pretrial.

Attorney Jacobs
was derelict

in his preparation
for this case.

I would think you could take
judicial notice of that.

He didn't file
any motions to suppress.

His failure to try
to limit the admissibility

of these letters
is gross malpractice.

I assure you, he wouldn't
have prevailed.

We would like
to be heard on the matter,

and we would like
additional time to prepare.

Otherwise, we will file
an interlocutory appeal

and get the time
that way.

Mr. Fox,
call your next witness.

Tomorrow morning before
we bring in the jury,

I will hear
the defendant's motion

to suppress the e-mail.
Let's go.

Counsel, one more stunt
like that,

I will jail you,

and the others will
continue without you.

I thought you said
don't aggravate the guy.

We can't let him
push us around, either.

Doaks is up next.
You ready, jimmy?

I'm ready.

Why does everybody keep
asking if I'm ready?

Well, we'd sort of
like to know.

(sighs) I need to get air.

He's not ready.
Is he okay?

He's fine. He's best
when he's nervous.

He better be fine.
This is their key witness.

(elevator dings)

You're looking
a little ashen, counsel.

You worrying about me?

You're the one
getting in that chair.

(elevator shuts down)

You'd be smart
to get up and down

as fast as you can,
you fat fart.

I've been sitting
in that chair for 20 years.

I've bested F. Lee Bailey,
Johnnie Cochran.

I think I can handle
Jimmy the Grunt.

I told you
I'd check you out.

You're a hack.

You don't think
I'll get you?

I'll get you.

(scoffs)
Whatever you say, Jimbo.

We found the body
inside the trunk.

Were you able
to identify her?

Her purse and identification
were also in the trunk.

We notified her husband,
brought him to the scene,

where he identified
the victim as his wife.

And what happened next?

We searched the premises
of the defendant,

which turned up a hammer
wrapped in plastic

that was later determined
to be the weapon

used to murder
Mrs. Kingman.

We subsequently searched
the victim's house,

dusting for fingerprints.

And what did you find,
Detective?

We lifted three prints

off a lens of Mrs. Kingman's
eyeglasses that belonged

to the defendant,
Dennis Mills.

FOX: And where did you
find those eyeglasses?

Inside Mrs. Kingman's desk.

We also found in the desk
a manila envelope

containing printed e-mails
to the victim from an alias

that was later identified
to be the defendant.

FOX: Thank you, sir.
Reserve the right to recall.

Good afternoon, Detective.
My name is James Berluti.

We've actually met.

How are you today, sir?
Fine.

You said you searched
my client's premises.

Why did you do that?

Because we found
a dead body in his car.

I see. Did you consider maybe
somebody else put it there?

We ruled out the possibility.

Does that mean that you
considered it or you didn't?

We considered it
and ruled it out.

Why?

Because the body
was in his car.

You didn't take him
to the police station

for questioning, you just
arrested him on the spot.

Yes.
Then found the hammer,
then the eyeglasses.

Correct.

Open and shut,
right, Detective?

Objection.
Sustained.

After you found
the hammer, you said,

in front of various officers,
"We got him."

Did you not say that?

I was referring
to the fact

that we had a suspect
in custody.

Oh, you meant
in custody.

Yes.

But Dennis Mills
was already in custody

before you went
into the garage.

Then you come out
with a hammer

in an evidence bag,
saying, "We got him."

Saying it to the officers

who already had
my client in custody.

Why would you tell
the officers

who had my client in custody

that you now had him in custody?

Is it possible
you said it

meaning you got
the guy nailed,

something like that?

I could have been
saying it in that context.

I really don't remember.

You have a reputation
at your department

for being a little lazy,
don't you, Detective?

You want to compare
reputations, counselor?

Objection.
Sustained.

We're not going
to get into reputations.

This case was a snap,
wasn't it, Detective?

You didn't even look
into the idea of other suspects.

We investigated this case
fully, Mr. Berluti.

JIMMY: You investigated
it fully.

This chat room that my client
and the victim had been in--

how many other people
were in it?

Many.

Many?

Over 20.
Isn't that right, Detective?

I believe so.
You talk to all of them?

We were unable to find
them all. Most use aliases.

Of the people you did find,

run checks on where they all
were the evening of may 12th?

You didn't do that,
did you, Detective?

Well, some of them we quickly
eliminated as suspects.

Isn't it true Dennis Mills

is the only guy
you put in your scopes?

That is not true.
There were other people
you bothered to consider?

Yes.
Could I have their names?

The other suspects--
could you give us
their names, please?

Your client was the only one
we focused on

as a viable suspect
once--

No other suspects considered
besides Dennis Mills--

would that be
your testimony, Detective?

Well, we considered others,
but we concluded

that your client
was the only viable suspect.

I see.
Could I have the names

of those other people
you considered?

Objection-- badgering.

Overruled.
Answer the question, Detective.

The only person

the department seriously
considered was your client.

JIMMY: I see.

What about Anthony Brickman,

a man also in the chat room?

Did you know
he also e-mailed the victim?

Yes.
Do you have knowledge
in one of those e-mails

he threatened to kill
Stacey Kingman?

Well, that man
routinely threatens--

It was a yes or no
question, Detective.

Do you have knowledge
that Anthony Brickman

e-mailed Stacey Kingman
threatening to kill her--

Yes or no?
Yes.

Did you tell District Attorney
Fox about Anthony Brickman?

No.
You didn't?

You've been
a detective, what, 21 years?

Twenty-seven.

Twenty-seven.

As an experienced detective
of so many years,

you knew if you turned
what you knew

about Anthony Brickman
over to the DA,

he would be obligated by law
to tell us about him.

Is that why you didn't
tell the district attorney?

No, it is not.

The truth is, Detective,

in your mind, you got
the right guy in Dennis Mills

and you didn't bother
to investigate anybody else.

Our investigation--
all of it--

pointed to your client.

But your investigation can't
rule out the possibility

somebody framed Dennis Mills,

can it, Detective?

That body could have been
put in his car,

the hammer could have been
placed in his garage,

and the glasses
with his prints

could have been planted
in the house.

All of that is possible,
isn't it, Detective?

Well, how did his prints
get on the glasses?
I don't know.

Would have been nice
if you investigated it.

Objection.
Sustained.

You're a drinker,
aren't you, Detective Doaks?

FOX: Objection.

If this man's faculties
were compromised or impaired--

Objection.
Sustained.

My client's looking
at a death penalty

based on the shoddy work
of a lazy drunk.

Objection!
Sustained!

That's enough,
Mr. Bezzuti.

It's Berluti.

I think I'm all done
with the detective.

Research from Rebecca.
Just in time.
Anything good?

California cases on point.
If we can keep
those letters out...

You were so amazing.
What time's the motion?

9:00 a.m.
You see the way
I had him trapped?

He had nowhere to go.

You were great.
Listen to you all.
You're on the moon

about the prospect
of getting a man off

who you don't even believe
is innocent.

You don't know what
we believe, Mr. Kingman.

Berluti! I'll be watching

every step you take,
you son of a bitch!

Yeah, you do that. Go tell
your drinking buddies...

Leave it alone!
...you got your ass handed
to you by a fat fart.

Come on, Jimmy.
We're back in.

The idea
that my sister was wild

or associating freely
with a bad element--

that's simply not possible.

But like Mr. Berluti said,

she was in that erotic
chat room.

I still can't believe that's
even possible, to be honest,

but if she was,

it was maybe
out of curiosity or boredom.

She was not
a thrill-seeker,

and would not be running
around keeping bad company.

She went to the museum
to check my client out.

That's what you say.

I'll bet she mentioned
she was going

and he went
to check her out.

So I would gather
from your testimony, sister,

that you would deem it
not just possible,

even likely,
that Stacey and Dennis Mills

never in fact
arranged to meet?

Well...

I can't believe
she would go off and meet up

with some stranger
from the Internet.

No, I can't.

So far, it's going
better than expected.

If we can keep the e-mail
letters from being admitted,

then our strategy
will change.

We won't be accusing
the husband.

Okay. Why?

Because pointing the finger
at the widower is very risky.

We could completely
alienate the jury,

and without that e-mail,
the prosecution's case
isn't that great.

We'd have no reason
to take such a risk.

So what you're telling
me now-- we have a chance.

Long way to go,

but we are definitely
in the fight.

Okay, Karen, back to you.

Can I put you on the stand?
Yes.

After they rest, we'll call
one witness before you,

and then you're on.

Your rage flashes I've had
the privilege of witnessing?

None of that on the stand.

Okay.

Okay, I've got
to get back to work.

Lindsay, I don't know
how to thank you.

Thank me when you walk
out of this courthouse.

It's evidence
of his character,
it's prejudicial.

The content
of these e-mails

is directly probative
to Dennis Mills's guilt.

There are some
that go to sexual sadism.

They do not go to the issue
of guilt or innocence.

They certainly go
to a predisposition.

That isn't admissible.

It's evidence which is being
offered to show

that the defendant
is more likely

to have committed
the alleged crime.

That is flat-out inadmissible

under the California Code
of Evidence.

You have the case law.

It seems to me
the letters do more

than suggest
bad character.

That's the main thing
they do, and--

[INHALES]

I-I'm sorry, Your Honor.
You were saying?

They are relevant
to much more than character.

They go to state of mind,

which to me goes to motive.

Mr. Fox, I'll give you
five e-mails.

Pick which ones
you want to enter,

but I won't let you load up,

trying to bury the defendant
with volume.

With all due respect,
Your Honor,

if one of them is admissible,
they all should be.

Then maybe I should
exclude them all.

Five is fine.

I must reiterate,
these e-mails do not speak

to whether my client
committed the crime.

Then why are you
so bothered if they--

'Cause they--

I thought you were finished.
I really did.

I am bothered

because the graphic nature
of some of these e-mails

may cause the jury to believe
that Dennis Mills is deviant

and therefore more likely
to have committed murder.

That's exactly why
these evidentiary rules exist--

to prevent this kind
of prejudicial influence.

Well, I happen to believe
the letters do have
probative value.

They're bound up with motive
and therefore admissible.

To prevent prejudice,

I am limiting
the prosecution to five.

We are adjourned,
and now I am finished.

Five minutes.
We'll bring the jury in.

Five is better than 60.

At least they can't be reading
that stuff for three days.

It should have all
been excluded.

He's calling Kingman
to read them.

What?

Kingman found 'em.

Chain of custody.

Great.
Should we plan "B" him now?

Not on the heels
of reading those letters.

We'll recall him later
and then--

What is this?
You subpoena me?

Are you putting me up there
to say I whacked that lady?

That's not why
I'm calling you, Anthony.

I'm putting you up
as a hacker expert.

An expert?

I want you to testify
how you intercept e-mail.

That's all.

How do I know you won't,
like, plan "B" me?

That's the thing
about the net, Mr. Donnell.

Local news is national news.

I got on-line, pulled up
some articles on you guys.

Client cuts off a head.
The big lady here dates him,

you plan "B"
the headless girl's brother.

Got sued for it.

I don't intend
to plan "B" you, Anthony.

I just want
your computer expertise.

"Today I dreamed we were angry.

I was driving myself into you,

and it hurt you.

But pain became pleasure,

and I kept pushing and pushing

until you appeared lifeless.

And I continued
to make love to you.

You lie there still--
cold even.

And I continue to push myself
deep inside you.

I tear your skin away.

It's not enough to be together.

I want to be in you,
and I rip the skin,

and I feel your warm blood
on my skin.

It brings me a toy..."

Excuse me.

"It brings me joy."

For whatever reason,
hearing them read out loud...

Well, at least
he only put in three.

He's saving two.

For what?

For you.

However well you do
in your testimony,

Fox will have you
read them on cross

so it'll be your last
impression with the jury.

You okay?

I, uh, hadn't read them all.

I didn't, um...

I hadn't read
the ones I just heard.

I know you all must think
I'm sick.

Can I explain?

Oh, you're going
to have to explain, Dennis...

To 12 people in a box.

First, let's just
get through Brickman.

There's no such thing
as privacy on the net,

you may think you're sending
a private e-mail,

but even a kiddie hacker
could gain access.

So, say if Mr. Mills
were sending an e-mail

to Stacey Kingman
and only Stacey Kingman,

it's possible
that somebody else

could access it, read it...

Objection. This witness
has no foundation to give
expert testimony.

I specifically called him
because he is a typical
layperson computer hacker

for the purpose of showing
how easy it is

to intercept e-mail.

The objection is overruled.

Mr. Brickman,
the e-mails my client
sent to Mrs. Kingman--

did you ever see them?

Yes. I was in
the same chat room,

and I was typically riveted

by your client's
contributions.

I hacked
into his e-mail a lot.

It's publishable. Ask me.

BOBBY: You accessed
his e-mail a lot?

The man can write.
It's very arousing.

Thank you.

Oh, one other thing--

You threatened to kill
Stacey Kingman, didn't you?

You said you weren't
going to get into that.

I don't mean to attack you,
but the police did question you

with respect to this threat,
didn't they?

I threaten to kill
lots of women

by way of introduction.

You'd be surprised
how many write back.

Did the police question you?
Yes. I had an alibi.

I was at a naked nude bar
with three buddies.

I told this
to Detective Doaks.

BOBBY: And he
accepted your word?

Truth be told,
I think he was there, too.

(laughter)

Mr. Brickman, this is not
a forum for you to entertain.

Is there anything else,
counsel?

No, Your Honor.

Nothing.

Defense calls Dennis Mills.

DENNIS: It was an anonymous
form of expression.

I was told once--

a diary, uh,
when people write in them,

they want it read
on some unconscious level.

And when you would write
these e-mails...

DENNIS: It was, uh,
I guess more thrilling

to know it was being read
by somebody.

BOBBY (sighing): Okay.

But, Dennis,
some of the stuff you wrote...

Very dark.
I will own that.

Many people like
pornography,

and some get more aroused
when it's dangerous--

even violent.

I don't deny
being put in that category.

But the e-mails,
the chat room--

it was kind of an interactive
pornographic thing,

but I have never, ever
acted out on--

I never even met
Stacey Kingman,

and I certainly
didn't kill her.

But you do admit
these writings of yours...

But that's all it was,
Mr. Donnell-- writing.

BOBBY: Fine, but a dead body

of someone you talked
about being lifeless

ended up in your trunk.

I'm telling you that
somebody else put her there.

Somebody is trying
to set me up

to take a fall
for a crime I didn't commit.

You claim
you were home alone

the evening that
Mrs. Kingman was murdered.

Yes.
Never heard anybody
break into your garage,

break into your car,
dump off a dead body?
No.

Any sign of a break-in, either
with your car or the garage?

They were both unlocked.
The car trunk was unlocked?

No.

Could you read this e-mail
for the court, please?

(clears throat)

"Tonight I see you..."

I didn't write this.

Mr. Mills, you've already
admitted to writing it.

I didn't write this one.
Would you read it, please?

No, I didn't write it!
Your Honor.

I never saw this one.
I didn't write it.
What's going on?

This is in the packet already
stipulated to by the defense

as being written
by the defendant.

I never saw this one.
I didn't write it.

Sidebar.

Chain of custody
has been stipulated to.

It was in the victim's desk.

My client didn't review
all the e-mails,

and his former attorney who
agreed to the stipulation--

I'd be surprised
if he read any.

I'll allow it.

Your Honor,
he shouldn't have--

You're free to argue he didn't
write it, Mr. Donnell.

Step back.

(exhales)

The jury is advised,
despite the defense stipulation,

that Mr. Mills
denies authorship.

We're covered.

Appealed.

So noted. Take your seat.

"Tonight I--

I see you beneath me.

Your eyes are vacant.

I see your face in death,

and I see my hands--

the hands that took you,

the hands that
delivered you to God."

I never wrote that.

I never wrote that.

BOBBY: I don't see
any other option.

We gotta go back
to the husband and plan "B."

At this point,
it will look so desperate.

I mean,
all we'll accomplish--

The jury will want to
convict us along with Dennis.

Well, Lindsay, any ideas?
We're all listening.

He didn't write that e-mail,

and I thought he denied it
pretty persuasively,

didn't you, Lucy?

(scoffs)
Go to the beach!

We've done everything
we can, Lindsay.

I know.

I think I always believed

if you had
an innocent client

and you fought your hardest,
you'd win.

That's how it should work.

Let me take a shot
at the husband.

Do you think
it will work?

No.

This case
is still circumstantial,

but the impact
of those letters was...

...very damaging.

Our plan is to put you,
Karen, up first.

Then we'll call Kingman

and ambush him
as best we can.

He has an alibi,
I thought.

He does,
but we'll try to suggest

he hired somebody
to kill her,

which, personally,
I think he did.

I think he's the guy.

But we have no proof.

No.

Then we'll recall you,
Dennis,

and try to make your last
impression with the jury

something other than...

Then we'll rest.

And hope for the best.

Anything can happen.

Their case
is circumstantial.

There must be something
you can do, Ms. Dole.

Can't you think
of anything?

(Dennis crying)

I want you watching the faces
of the jurors.

If it looks like I'm tanking,
let me know.

I'll cut my losses.

When you spoke to the husband,
did he seem sympathetic?

Very.
Great.

Ready?

No. Does it matter?

You don't look so cocky
today, Jimbo.

Hey, we can always
call you again.

Let's go.

It is inconceivable
that my husband

could have committed
this crime.

You feel pretty sure
about that?

I have known him
for 12 years.

I have never known him
to have any capacity
for violence.

He is a gentle person.

You read the things
he wrote to Stacey Kingman

about wanting
to make love to her.

Did you know
your husband

was writing those things
to another woman?

No.

He kept the relationship
secret from you?

Yes, but--

So you can't really
sit in that chair

and lay claim to knowing
everything about him, can you?

I know
he's not a murderer.

Well, at the time the police
first questioned you,

you weren't even sure
about that, though, were you?

I was in shock when I
first spoke to the police.

At that point,
you weren't sure, were you?

Did you know your husband
to be capable

of writing the things he wrote
in these e-mails, Mrs. Mills?

When first confronted
with those e-mails,

did you not say,
"that is not my husband"?

Didn't you say that,
Mrs. Mills?

Yes.

And here you sit,
saying you know him.

Could you read this
for the court, please?

I shouldn't have to--
Your Honor.

Please read it,
Mrs. Mills.

"I find myself thinking
of you more and more.

I feel it's becoming
an obsession.

An obsession
I must extinguish.

It's time for it all
to be extinguished."

FOX: Thank you, Mrs. Mills.

That's all I have.

Ms. Dole, redirect?

Ms. Dole?

It's you.

Excuse me?

May I see
your glasses, please?

That's how Dennis's prints
got on the victim's glasses.

That's why
he doesn't remember.

What are you
talking about?

One night you probably said,
"Honey, hand me my glasses,"

which he did.

When he was really picking up
Stacey Kingman's glasses.

What the hell is this?
Latitude, Your Honor.

The woman Zachary Kingman
was having the affair with--

maybe is having
an affair with-- is you.

Have you lost your mind?

Stacey's sister
couldn't imagine Stacey

getting involved
with an e-mail relationship.

She never did,
did she, Karen?

It was Zachary Kingman

exchanging those e-mails
with your husband,

pretending to be Stacey.

(crowd murmuring)
Th-this is ridiculous.

You discovered
your husband's predilection

for chat room erotica
and decided to use it,
didn't you, Karen?

Zachary Kingman
got in that same chat room

pretending to be Stacey

for the purpose of setting up
this perfect murder,

which gets rid
of both your spouses.
Objection!

That's crazy!
Is she going to ask the witness
a question or spin wild stories?

LINDSAY: Here's my question,
Mrs. Mills,

and I remind you
you're under oath.

Are you now
or did you ever

have an affair
with Zachary Kingman?

I asked you a question,
Mrs. Mills.

Are you now
or did you ever

have an affair
with Zachary Kingman?

Answer the question, Mrs. Mills.

I refuse to answer the question

on the grounds
that it may incriminate me.

This is preposterous!

Mr. Kingman,
take your seat.

You and Zachary Kingman
conspired to kill his wife

and frame your husband,
didn't you?

I refuse to answer on the
grounds it may incriminate me.

Your Honor, I'd ask that you
grant this woman immunity

and compel her
to answer my question.

The court is not about
to grant her immunity, counsel.

She can refuse to answer
unless you grant immunity.

My client's life is--

I am not
granting immunity.

This is your husband, Karen.

Are you really gonna
let him take the fall?

You and Zachary Kingman
did this together, didn't you?

I am pleading
the Fifth Amendment.

(crowd murmuring)

Mr. Fox?

Nothing, Your Honor.

The witness may step down,

but I am ordering you
not to leave this jurisdiction.

JUDGE: Ms. Dole?
LINDSAY: The Defense
rests, Your Honor.

Mr. Fox, rebuttal witnesses?

No, Your Honor.

All right.

As a matter of law,

I find that no jury
could reasonably deny

the existence
of reasonable doubt here.

I am directing a verdict
of not guilty.

The defendant is free to go.
Adjourned!

(crowd murmuring)
(gavel pounds)

I can't believe it.

Neither can I.

It's over?

It's over.

It's over.

(cell phone rings)

Hang on,
I got a call coming in.

What?

You know, we didn't
have to take the redeye.

One day at the beach
wouldn't have killed us.

Would you
forget the beach?

Well, that will be easy,
because I never saw it.

She flipped him.

What?

Karen Mills
just confessed.

Completely?
You got to be kidding.

You pegged it.

They were having an affair.

Karen discovered
Dennis's chat room hobby.

She and Kingman
decided to use it.

Kingman killed his wife.

Now Karen's looking
to plead out on conspiracy

and flip Kingman.

Unbelievable.

How did it hit you?

I don't know.
When I saw those glasses--

I wish I could have
seen Doaks's face

when she took the Fifth.
I forgot to look.

Well, not that I want
to make our flight,
but we should go.

Come on.

Lindsay?

Dennis?

Did you hear?

We just got off
with the DA's office.

How are you doing?

Well, I'm still
a little shocked.

I'm minus a loving wife,
but I'm not in jail.

Yeah.

Listen, uh, can I
talk to you a second?

Yeah, it's about
all I have.

No, I just, um,
I wanted to--

Uh, I know you're gonna
get back on the plane,

and tomorrow there's
gonna be another client

and another one after that
and another one after that,

but for this client...

Lindsay, when we
took that art class,

I remember you saying

how it was getting
tougher and tougher

to wake up in the morning
and go to work

believing in what you do.

I'll never be able
to repay you people

for giving me back my life.

I don't even know how
to say thank you enough.

But if I could
offer you this...

Please, believe
in what you do.

And believe
in what you are.

You're all...
special people.

We got to go.

(music playing)

You stinker!