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"The Practice"...

Oh, are you okay?

You might have something
called chorioamnionitis,

an infection
of the amniotic fluid.

I want to schedule
an amnio.

Lab results are normal,
including the repeat CBC.

Meaning...

Go home.

My husband
is Raymond Littlefield.

He's been charged with
murdering my daughter.

Your daughter,
so his stepdaughter.

Yes.

They claim
he had an affair with her.

He didn't.

We had run-ins
over discipline.

It probably became a typical
father/daughter relationship.

With the exception

that she claimed
that you slept with her.

She had a history
of lying, Mr. Donnell.

I don't mean
to be offensive, but...

What?

Did the police ever
consider you a suspect?

You're asking me
if I killed my own daughter.

Are you accusing me
of murder, Mr. Berluti?

I'm just interviewing
everybody who could

conceivably have a grudge
against Raymond Littlefield.

You two were lovers.

If I were going to kill
somebody out of anger,

wouldn't I have
chosen him?

Who's your suspect?

Have you looked
at his wife?

What about your mother?

What about her?

Could you conceive
of her

wanting to harm
your sister?

My mother
loved my sister.

She would never hurt her.

There was
some contaminated blood

on the victim
near the vagina.

It was a trace of semen.

It genetically matches
your client.

I didn't kill her,
Mr. Donnell.

How did that semen
get there, Raymond?

Whatever else might have
happened between us,

I did not kill her.

Our own DNA tests
came back.

It's your semen.

It's got to be wrong.

Is there any margin
for error here?

The odds that it came
from somebody else

are 17 million to 1.

Going into a murder trial--
bad odds.

It isn't mine.

Raymond, you admit having
an affair with her.

I keep telling you,

I hadn't slept with her
for at least a week.

How long can semen last?

It can last.

Even if she's taking baths?

She was on the swim team,
for God's sake.

She was in chlorine
every day.

You hadn't slept with her
for more than a week?

No.

And she'd been swimming
every day.

Yes.

Could they have
planted it-- the police?

How would they
even get it?

This isn't blood we're
talking about. It's semen.

But let's assume for a second
it could have been planted.

Who had access
to your...

prior to Fiona's death,

when was the last time
you had sex with your wife?

I'd have to think.

A day or two before--
maybe three.

Is it possible

your wife planted
your semen on Fiona?

Are you asking me

if it's possible
Kate killed Fiona?

Her own daughter.

That's what I'm asking.

♪ (theme)

You want to accuse her
in open court?

We're desperate.

The prosecution
is so confident,

they're not even
offering murder two.

They're not even
charging it.

They're going all the way,
no parole,

because they know
they've got you.

We need something

to manufacture
reasonable doubt.

First of all...

if my wife did this
and is framing me,

why would she--

She's been at my side
the whole time,

participating
in my defense.

Well, she could
just be playing her part

so as not to draw suspicion
to herself.

Or she could be
setting herself up

as a witness
for the defense,

only to bury you
once she gets up there.

That's pretty conniving.

We all know
she's smart enough,

and if she killed
her own daughter,

she is capable
of anything.

So your plan is?

We let her think
we think she's on our side,

and then when she testifies,
we ambush her,

and hope it
flusters her enough

to make her look
at least possibly guilty.

What if you're wrong?

What if she's
completely innocent?

If we're wrong,

we still might cast
some suspicion on her.

That at least gives us
a chance at reasonable doubt.

JIMMY:
But, obviously,
for it to work,

you can't tell her.

It has to be
a surprise attack.

There's a big hole
in your theory.

Since this little
discovery,

she won't even talk to me.

She says
she won't testify for me.

I'll get her there.

And once you do,

you accuse her
of being the killer?

We call it plan "B."

You're going to say
she made love to her husband

to get a semen sample
to plant on her own daughter,

who she killed.

It's possible.

Even if it is,

no jury is going
to believe that.

And there's
another problem.

Her name is on that
retainer agreement.

She signed it.
She could be a client.

I consulted
outside ethics counsel.

For the purpose
of this agreement,

he's the client,
not her.

We don't
have to protect her.

Bobby, even if he didn't
kill her,

he's still
a statutory rapist.

Is this guy really worth

putting our reputation
on the line?

Our reputation is
that we will do anything

within the bounds
of the law to win,

and since when do I have to
convince you of this?

Well, maybe since I'm worried
about making rent.

Oh, please.

I have to admit,

this time, it seems
particularly disgusting.

Wait a second.
This woman could be the killer.

She had motive
and opportunity.

How do we not
go after her?

They're due here
in an hour--

Kate and Jenny,
the other stepdaughter.

Bec, I need for you
to talk to her.

Why?

Because she knows
something.

Some bad blood between
her mother and Fiona.

Something.
She wouldn't tell me what.

I need you
to work it out of her.

And remember,
you can't tip her off

that we're going
after her mother.

Read it and weep,
baby.

Unreconcile
is not a word.

The word
is irreconcilable.

Unreconcile
is certainly a word.

Look, I just get home
from the hospital.

All I want to do--

Do you want to play
or not?

Not if you're going
to cheat.

That's nice, Ellenor.

I stay home to be with you
and you call me a cheat.

No, Helen,
you stayed home

ostensibly
to look after me,

to make sure
that I stay calm,

not to try and beat me
with nonexistent, made-up--

It's a word.

The word
is irreconcile.

Unreconcile
would refer to accounting.

Irreconcile,
as in irreconcilable,

would refer
to our relationship

at the present moment.

Raymond tells me you two
aren't really speaking.

Gee.

He claims
he didn't kill her.

And it wouldn't be at all
like him to lie,

now, would it?

Look, his trial
starts tomorrow.

If his semen had not
been found on Fiona,

you wouldn't believe
that he killed her, right?

But it was.

I realize that, but...

I want you to testify.

I need you to say,

prior to that semen
being found,

you didn't think that he was
capable of violence.

What good
would that do him

if I now think
he's guilty?

It speaks
to his character,

and it'll help me some,
and I need whatever--

I don't want
to help him.

Kate, when you first came in
to hire me,

you were convinced that
your husband was being framed.

Well,
that was before they found
his sperm on my daughter.

All that means is that
he slept with her.

It doesn't mean that
he killed her.

Now, you said it yourself.

Somebody could be
taking advantage of
this so-called affair

to frame him.

Well, I seriously
doubt it.

But it is possible.

On that possibility,

that this is
somebody framing him,

I need you to testify

that from all you know
about Raymond,

you couldn't conceive
of him being a killer.

Kate,
what if he is innocent?

He's a rapist,
as far as I'm--

But he's on trial
for murder here.

I need you to walk
into that room with him.

Both of you--
you and Jenny.

The jury
needs to see that.

You want to divorce him after,
do it,

but for the purpose
of this trial...

Your mother once thought
somebody with a grudge

against Fiona
killed her.

Oh, yeah,
that makes a lot of sense.

And did he first
go to my stepfather

and ask to borrow some semen?

It is possible your stepdad
had sex with Fiona

some time
before she was killed,

and then the semen--

Can I just go?

Um, your, um...

your mother said she had
some problems with Fiona,

with some of the friends
she kept.

She said she even got
into big arguments

with Fiona over it.
Is that true?

So? We all had problems
with Fiona.

She was a druggie
and a liar.

But I'm told she had
some particular problems.

Your mother and Fiona

became quite estranged
for a while, didn't they?

Why do you have to
drag Jenny in?

I don't want her
terrorized.

She has knowledge

of Fiona's estrangement
with her mother.

I can testify to that.

Your word might seem
a little self-serving, Raymond,

plus juries don't tend to
attach that much credibility

to statutory rapists.

Sorry, but that's nothing
compared to

what you're in for tomorrow.

We've also subpoenaed
Elena Wharton,

the woman you were having
an affair with.

-Why?
-Well, as luck would have it,

there's a portion
of the murder night

she was home alone
with no alibi.

What, you're going
to accuse her, too?

No. The prosecution's
second chair

is a man we've been
up against many times.

Our fear is that

he'll be looking for us
to plan "B" somebody.

He might try to tip
that somebody off.

We're calling your ex-mistress
as a red herring,

hoping they think she's the one
we plan to ambush.

We can't have Kate

getting any hint
that this is coming.

If she's ready for us,
she's too smart.

We'll fall
flat on our faces,

and you'll be doing life
with no parole.

What else?

We thought about trying

to deny the affair
altogether.

We've decided against it.
There's a good chance

that the jurors
have already heard

about all
the suppressed statements.

Also, we can't
put you up there to lie,

and we do think
you will have to testify.

You just keep denying
that you killed her.

The D. A. will come hard,
you hold fast.

You didn't kill her.

Which is the truth.

Okay.

We'll see you
in court tomorrow.

Kate actually agreed
to testify?

I convinced her

to just see you
through this trial.

You duped her.

So we can ambush her
on the stand?

You can certainly direct us
not to do it.

Your choice.

We'll see you in court.

It figures to be
a lightning-quick trial,

probably two days.

All the prosecution witnesses
go to science and DNA.

The big question is,

will Raymond Littlefield
testify in his own defense,

and if he does,

how will he explain
his affair with the victim

and the presence of his semen
on the victim's body?

Come on. Mr. Donnell?

MAN: How do you explain
the semen?

JIMMY: No questions
right now.

How long do you think
the trial will last?

Can you tell us,
Mrs. Littlefield...

BOBBY: Put it
on my tab. Please.

Please.

(reporters shouting)

You and I
are still unreconciled?

Oh, I'm fine.

It just doesn't bring me
any particular joy

to serve poached eggs

to someone
who calls me a cheater.

See, the problem is,
as a D. A.,

you expect everybody
to forgive your cheating

as a professional courtesy.

Oh, that's clever.

Whoa!

There's nothing wrong
with the eggs.

It's not the eggs.

Are you sick again?

No, I don't think
I'm sick.

What's wrong
with you, then?

It-- It's her.

It's the alien?

I'm in labor.

Okay, okay, uh, should--
should I call 911?

No, call the doctor--
tray.

-Okay.
-I am going to get dressed.

-Okay.
-The bag?

Okay, uh,
it's packed.

Uh, uh...

okay, uh,
what do I do now?

Helen,
call the hospital.

Okay, okay.

It was the blow
just above her ear

that was most likely
the fatal one.

How many times was she struck
with the golf club, doctor?

There were four
independent fractures,

so we know it was
at least that many times.

And the cause of death
was a fractured skull?

That's correct.

In terms of trajectory,
was this a case

of the club
being swung downward?

No, it came in
quite level,

almost like
the perfect baseball swing.

Yes, in fact,
in your initial findings,

you stated the killer was
probably of similar height

to the victim,
didn't you, doctor?

Well, the area she was killed
was on an incline.

In your initial report,

you stated the killer was
probably of similar height

to the victim.
True or false, doctor?

True, but I amended
that finding.

Upon an examination
of the terrain

where she was killed,

it became likely
that the killer was

standing at a downward slope
from the victim.

You amended your finding
before or after

the DNA match
to my client?

I believe it was after.

Your doctor again?

Lefkowitz --
Jane Lefkowitz.

Look, I'm pre-registered.

I'm already
in the computer.

-WOMAN: F-r-u-t-t?
-Yes, as in Frutt.

Listen, I know
you're required by law

to be as slow
as humanly possible,

but she's in
a lot of pain here.

Do you have
any drugs on you?

Okay, here we go,

and Dr. Lefkowitz
knows that you're here?

No, we actually thought
we'd wait for you to call her.

-Yes, she's on her way.
-Can I just get something
for the pain?

Can we get her admitted?
She's having a baby.

Who are you?

I'm the father.

We found the golf club

in the golf bag
in the garage.

Did you dust
for fingerprints?

We did. All the prints
matched the defendant.

What about blood?

We were able
to scrape blood samples

from inside the grooves
on the face of the club.

DNA tests showed

a genetic match
with the victim.

So under your theory,
detective,

the murderer
took the weapon home

and just left it
in his own golf bag

for it to be discovered?

I'm sure he thought
he had wiped it clean.

This didn't seem
a little handy?

My client was having
an affair with the victim.

If she were to be killed,
he would have to know

that he would
be considered a suspect,

and he's going to take
the weapon home

and leave it
in plain sight

for it to be discovered
with blood on it?

As I said, he thought
it was wiped clean.

-Was it washed?
-No.

-And these blood scrapings,
were they microscopic?
-No.

You could see the blood
in the grooves.

Yes.

So you want us
to believe that my client

put the murder weapon
in his own garage,

in the open,
without even looking

to see if there was
blood on it?

Once again, our theory
is that he didn't clean it

as well
as he thought he had.

Did you consider
the possibility

that somebody else
planted that club?

In the course of
a murder investigation,

we exhaust
all possibilities, counsel.

Did you consider
Elena Wharton,

that woman over there?

We did.
We ruled her out.

She was having an affair
with my client.

-That's correct.
-And he broke it off.

-Yes.
-Were you able to account

for her whereabouts
on the night of the murder?

She was working late
in her law firm.

Until what time?

I believe
until around 9:00.

-And then?
-She went home.

Can she account
for her whereabouts

for that whole night?

No, but we formed
the impression

she was truthful.

When you decided
to rule her out as a suspect,

that was a judgment,
wasn't it, detective?

You couldn't possibly
exclude her

with evidence, could you?

It was a judgment

made by four different
investigators

with over 100 years
of combined experience.

You couldn't possibly
exclude her

with physical evidence,
could you?

No.

They're going
to plan "B" the mistress.

I should have
guessed it.

Well, they're not going
to come off

very sympathetic
trying to accuse her.

This is
what they do, Susan.

They don't care
how sympathetic they come off.

When they get desperate,
this is what they do.

Well, we may
have to call her now

to refute the idea.

So who's next?

Their forensic expert,
then they should rest.

We'll put up Raymond,
get in his denial,

then call
the ice queen.

Why would she agree
to testify for him?

Come on.

Either because
she believed me--

that he could
possibly be innocent--

or she's planning
to betray him.

Your guess is
as good as mine.

How's it going?

So far, okay.

Ellenor's in labor.

-What?
-She is?

Everything is fine.

She's at the hospital
and Helen's with her.

She doesn't want a crowd.

JIMMY:
But everything's okay?

Everything's
completely fine.

We began having
a sexual relationship

about three months
prior to her death.

Mr. Littlefield--

your 16-year-old
stepdaughter.

I won't try to excuse it.

I was guilty of...
despicable judgment.

Are you aware

that most people
find you depraved?

I suppose I am depraved,
but...

I did not kill Fiona.

Can you account
for how she was killed

with one
of your golf clubs?

No.

She had a lot
of drug acquaintances--

I wouldn't
call them friends--

and some of them
came to the house.

Maybe one of them--

I don't really know.

All I can say--
I was home that evening.

I never left.
I did not kill her.

Traces of semen
found on her

were genetically matched
to you.

It had to be old semen,

because I didn't make love
to her that day.

Can you account
for how it got there?

No.

Is somebody trying
to frame you, Mr. Littlefield?

I don't know.

All I do know is
what I've already told you.

I did not kill Fiona.

Her blood may be
on my golf club,

my semen may have
been found on her,

but I didn't kill her.

How many times
did you sleep with her?

I'm not sure.

More than 10?

Probably.

More than 20?

I don't know.

More than 30?

It's possible.

Your 16-year-old
stepdaughter.

I didn't kill her.

Yes, and you also
maintained vehemently

that you didn't sleep
with her, didn't you, sir?

-Yes.
-That was a lie,
wasn't it, sir?

Yes.

You lied to the police,

lied to your wife,
everybody,

until they identified
your semen on the corpse.

Then you decided
to be truthful.

Obviously,
I wasn't proud

of having an affair
with my stepdaughter.

Are you proud
of killing her?

I didn't kill her.

Help us out,
Mr. Littlefield. Who did?

-Objection!
-Sustained.

You just happened
to be home alone

the night that your
stepdaughter was murdered.

Yes.

There's nobody who can verify

that you never
left your house?

No.

And your semen just happened
to be on her.

When was the last time

you saw your daughter,
Mr. Littlefield?

That morning,
when she left for school.

-Never saw her again.
-No.

She had swim practice
that day, didn't she?

Yes.

And how did your semen

manage to get on her
after swim practice?

I don't know.

You don't know?

Nothing further.

He actually did okay.

You think?

I'm not saying
the jury liked him,

but he held tough

on the denial
of killing her.

Is there any chance
you can win this

on the elements--
reasonable doubt?

I don't know.

Look, if you can
avoid plan "B,"

then do it.

It's too risky.
If you fail, you're done.

I mean, if there's even a shot
at reasonable doubt, then--

I just--

he's a statutory rapist.

The blood
was on his club.

He did sleep with her,
and...

And Kate Littlefield
won't be easy.

If we go after her
and don't get her,

it's over.

I just don't feel like
we got reasonable doubt.

I just don't feel it.

Jimmy?

Me neither.

Well, like Jimmy said,

if you go after her,
you better get her.

Why isn't anything
happening?

-Helen.
-Oh, come on,
it's been 24 hours.

Helen.

I want to break your water.
It'll accelerate things.

Isn't it supposed to
break on its own?

Well, usually, yes,

but we could wait.

More of this?
No, thank you.

You-- You're breaking
her water?

This shouldn't hurt.

ELLENOR: Okay.

Mm.

There we go.

(monitor beeping)

Baby's in decel.

-The cord's compressed.
-What?

Carol, fluid bolus,
terbutaline, please.

Okay, Ellenor,
I want you on your side.

-What's going on?
-Give us a hand.

-What is wrong?
-The baby's not getting
the oxygen she needs.

Oh, my God!

We're okay. I just
want to see if the baby

likes this position
a little better.

-Well, what if she doesn't?
-Just give it a sec.

The baby can't breathe?

I'll just ask
a few questions

like we talked about,
then I'll be done.

It's basically
just to demonstrate

to the jury
that you'll be with him.

Which I'm not,
necessarily.

Kate,
you'll be under oath.

Okay.

Go ahead.
I'll meet you in there.

You going to go
after her on direct?

No, I'll wait
till after cross.

What about Jenny?

I made sure
she won't be in the room.

I told her we just
need her back for closings.

Okay.

Showtime.

Who knows?

Maybe she is taking
the stand to bury him.

That would be nice.

How's she doing?

There's been
some complications

with the umbilical cord.

What?

Is she okay?

(monitor beeping)

Heart rate's back up.

What's going on?

I want you to lay on your side
like this, Ellenor.

She likes
this position better.

Page the anesthesiologist.

Could you tell me
what's going on?

The cord was wrapped
around the baby's neck.

Then do a C-section.
Get the baby out.

Well, I don't think
Ellenor should

undergo another procedure
if we can help it.

Just save the baby.

What I'd like to try

is something called
amnioinfusion.

Basically, we fill
your uterus up with water,

try and float the baby
into a better position.

I don't care what you do.

You save the baby.

I want to save you both.

I was sure
he didn't do it.

Why were you so sure?

Because I know Raymond.
He's a peaceful man.

The idea that he would
ever take a golf club and--

I just couldn't conceive

that he could ever
be capable of that.

Have you ever known him

to act violently
toward your daughter?

No, I haven't.

On the days leading up
to your daughter's death,

did Raymond
say or do anything

to suggest that he intended
to harm your daughter?

No.

Thank you,
Mrs. Littlefield.

Is he kidding?

What else
could he really ask?

Why call her?

Ms. Alexander?

Mrs. Littlefield...

ahem.

Could you ever conceive
that your husband

would repeatedly
commit statutory rape

against your daughter?

No.

So then, obviously,

you didn't know him
like you thought, did you?

No.

And after his semen
was found on your daughter,

are you still convinced
that he didn't kill her,

Mrs. Littlefield?

Mrs. Littlefield,

are you still convinced
of your husband's innocence?

Yes or no.

No.

Thank you.

Yes, thank you.

Mr. Donnell, redirect?

Mr. Donnell?

Mrs. Littlefield...

where were you the night
your daughter was murdered?

I beg your pardon?

Permission to treat
the witness as hostile.

What's going on?
There's no foundation.

She's not
on trial here.

Your honor, I'd like to be able
to cross-examine this witness.

Objection!

This is a murder trial.

I should be allowed
a wide latitude

to examine this witness.

I'm not sure
where you're headed,

but go ahead.

Where were you the night
of the murder, Mrs. Littlefield?

Excuse me?

I'd like you to
answer my question.

(sighs) I was at
a school board meeting

for Fiona
and Jenny's school.

You left at what time?

Around 9:00,
maybe a little later.

-Came home when?
-A little bit before 10:00.

Can anybody verify that
you went directly home?

Are you suggesting that I'm
involved in my daughter's--

Can anybody verify
you went directly home?

Raymond was asleep
when I got home.

-So the answer is no.
-I object.

Overruled.

What was your relationship
with your daughter Fiona

at the time
of her death?

Your honor--

Mrs. Littlefield,
please answer the question.

Was your relationship
with Fiona

estranged at the time
of her death?

I wouldn't call it
estranged, no.

So if your husband
and your daughter Jenny

called it estranged,
they would be mistaken?

No, Fiona and I had
our problems. So what?

In fact, her drug problems,
her drug friends

threatened your social
standing, didn't it?

That's ridiculous.

Your testimony suddenly
and conveniently

seemed to damn
your husband.

That was a bit
of a surprise.

Did you pretend
to be supporting him

so we would
put you up there

where you could
then torpedo him?

-Objection!
-What?

Sustained.

Upon Fiona's death,
you became sole beneficiary

of a $2 million trust,
didn't you?

I am wealthy

exclusive of that trust,
Mr. Donnell.

You're wealthy,
or your husband is?

We are.
We're married.

Yes,
and if you got divorced,

you would lose half
that estate, wouldn't you?

Objection!

By sending Mr. Littlefield
off to prison,

you could
technically stay married,

keep all the money,
and not have to live with him.

That works out well,
doesn't it?

You've got
to be kidding me.

You're a smart lady, Kate.
I should have figured it out.

-Objection!
-Sustained.

You found out about your
husband having an affair

with Elena Wharton,
didn't you, Kate?

-So what?
-And you were furious.

Then you found out
he was sleeping with Fiona.

-Objection!
-Overruled.

You made love
to your husband

the day
before the murder.

That's how
you got the semen.

Then you planted it
on your daughter

after you killed her.

BOTH: Objection!

-You tried to frame him.
-Your honor!

-Mr. Donnell--
-Which is what you're
doing with your testimony.

Did you do it, Kate?

Mr. Littlefield!

Did you kill her?

Mr. Littlefield,
sit down!

It does seem to be
the question, Mrs. Littlefield.

Did you kill your daughter?

You're disgusting,
Mr. Donnell.

Are you avoiding
the question?

No, I did not
kill my daughter.

He did.

MAN: Could she have
committed the murder?

WOMAN: What is the motive?

What about the daughters,
Mr. Donnell?

WOMAN: What is it,
Mr. Donnell? If she's guilty...

Did I go far enough?

I think so. I mean,
there wasn't anything else

to go after her with.

We rattled her, anyway.
I wasn't sure we would.

(exhales)
Wow.

Yeah.

So, what now?

I doubt they'll re-cross.

They may have a couple
of clean-up witnesses,

then it's closing arguments.

We take what we just
tried to manufacture

and argue it
as best we can.

Okay.

Nice touch, Raymond.

Getting up like that.

I didn't know
you were such a good actor.

They had to fill up
her uterus?

They're trying to swish
the baby around

-into a better position.
-Is it working?

They don't know.

ELLENOR: Eugene?

EUGENE: Ellenor.

I'm here, too, Ellenor.

She's labored down.

Okay, then. Let's get you
on your back,

see if the infusion worked.

Okay.

(groans)

It's time to push,
Ellenor.

She's okay?

Who's ever staying, stay.
Everybody else, out.

Why would he take
the murder weapon

back to his own house,

not even wash it,

stick it in his golf bag?

Come on.
This man was framed.

The blood was left there
on purpose.

Who had access
to that golf club,

ladies and gentlemen?

Who was in a position
to get a semen sample?

The woman who was estranged
from the victim.

The woman who would inherit
$2 million

upon the victim's death.

The woman who would get
three times that much

if she got sole control
over her husband's estate,

and what better way to do that
than to frame him for a crime

that would give him
a life sentence in prison?

She did it.

She had no alibi for at least
an hour that night.

The initial coroner's report
said that the killer

was the same height
as the victim.

She did it.

She had opportunity, motive.

Kate Littlefield
committed this crime.

She endured her husband
having an affair

with Elena Wharton,

then when she discovered

he was sleeping
with her daughter,

she would not endure that.

Raymond didn't suspect her.
Who could?

His own wife?

The victim's mother?

But as she sat up
in that witness chair,

pretending to be testifying
for him,

then only quickly to cave
and sink him on cross,

it hit me.

She even went so far

as to set herself up
as the ideal defense witness.

She is smart,
ladies and gentlemen--

maybe smart enough
to get away with murder.

It's preposterous.
That's all I can say.

He's admitted
he's been sleeping with her.

She's found dead
with his semen on her.

The murder weapon
is his golf club,

and defense counsel,

recognizing how insurmountable
the evidence is

against his client,

has concocted
this ridiculous tale.

The absurdity of it
would be comical

if it weren't so cynical,

and, yes, depraved.

As a ploy to rustle up
some doubt,

they employ this
Pearl Harbor attack

against the mother
of the victim.

These lawyers
have done this before.

JIMMY/BOBBY: Objection!

Sustained. Argue the case,
Ms. Alexander,

not the attorneys.

The case is this man raped
his 16-year-old stepdaughter,

and then he murdered her.

3, 4, 5, push!

Oh, you're doing great.
You're doing great.

No, I'm not!

-Yes, you are.
-Keep going.

-How long do
these things last?
-Will you please?

HELEN:
Oh, you're doing great.

DR. LEFKOWITZ: Okay, okay.

(knock on door)

What's up? Ex parte?

Are you worried about
being unethical, Bobby?

Close the door.

I'm going to assume
you have a good-faith belief

that the wife might
possibly be the killer.

I do.

I'm also going to assume

that when you called her
to the stand

as your witness,

she had
absolutely no idea

what you had
in store for her.

You and I disagree
a lot, Bobby,

but underneath
all our disputes

and even
our occasional anger,

there's always been
a respect.

I no longer
respect you, Bobby.

I tell you this not because
I don't like you,

but rather because I do.

I always have,
and I know you know that.

There's no dignity
in the way you practice law.

Your ethical compass
has become so skewed

that you recently
found yourself on trial

for felony murder

for which you,
quite rightly,

should have been
convicted.

Frankly, I don't know

what was more despicable
today--

what you did

or the look of adrenaline
in your eyes while doing it.

She could be guilty.

But that's irrelevant
to you.

It was the love
of the game

I saw in your eyes.

You had a client
dead to right,

and it was
the ultimate challenge,

and you had fun today,
Bobby.

A lot of people,

when they have children,

they start over a little...
morally.

Or they start
looking at themselves

through the eyes
of their children.

Win or lose, Bobby,

I'd like you
to go home tonight

and hold your son.

-How much longer?
-Helen.

You're doing so great,
Ellenor.

I can see the head.
Keep pushing.

She's almost there,
they can see the head.

She isn't far away, Ellenor.

One more push.
Are you ready?

-No!
-One more push.
Here we go.

I heard "one more push."

One more push.

Oh, you're doing great.

Okay, okay, I lied.
One more push,

but that was good.

Take a deep breath
and push that baby out.

(screaming)

Oh, my God. That sounded like
she was being killed.

Oh, she is beautiful.
She is perfect.

She's gucky.

Here we go.

Here, Ellenor.
Meet your little girl.

She's so beautiful.

Yes, she is.

Have you thought
of a name?

Yeah. Hi.

Zoe.

Zoe's beautiful.

(gurgles)

The defendant
will please rise.

Madame foreperson,
has the jury
reached a verdict?

We have, your honor.

What say you?

Commonwealth
vs. Raymond Littlefield

on the count of murder
in the first degree.

We find the defendant
Raymond Littlefield...

not guilty.

(gallery gasping, exclaiming)

JUDGE HILLER: Silence!
Everyone, be quiet.

Members of the jury,
this completes your service.

Thank you.

Mr. Littlefield,
you are free to go,

and we are adjourned.

(judge pounds gavel)

(gallery murmuring)

You murdered my daughter.

No, Kate, you did it,
and the jury saw it.

-You killed her.
-Get him out of here.

BOBBY: Come on.

MAN: Will he be charged
with statutory rape?

How do you explain that?

WOMAN: You're a pervert!

WOMAN #2: The semen--

Mr. Littlefield, the semen
on your daughter's body--

how do you explain that?

WOMAN: You're a pervert!

(crowd shouting angrily)

Well, great job.

We thought you'd be pleased.

Oh, you think
I'm guilty now?

I have no idea, Raymond.
I bill you either way.

(door opens)

The daughter wants in.

-Not with the mother.
-It's just her.

Raymond?

I'll talk to her.

Proud of yourself, Dad?

Sweetheart, listen to me.

I didn't kill your sister.
I swear I didn't.

It's possible Mom--

She didn't kill her,
trust me.

Neither did you, I know.

But don't you think

any man who screws
both of his stepdaughters

deserves to rot in jail
anyway?

Did you tell Fiona

you were in love
with her, too?

♪ (theme)

You stinker!