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(SINGING LULLABY LEAGUE
AND LOLLIPOP GUILD)

♪ We represent
the Lullaby League

♪ The Lullaby League,
the Lullaby League

♪ And in the name of
the Lullaby League

♪ We wish to welcome you
to Munchkinland

I don't like that fat lady.

She ain't no Dorothy.

Here comes Daddy.

♪ We represent
the Lollipop Guild

♪ The Lollipop Guild,
the Lollipop Guild

♪ And in the name of
the Lollipop Guild

♪ We wish to welcome you
to Munchkinland

(MARCHING BAND PLAYING)

♪ We welcome you
to Munchkinland

♪ Tra la la la la la la,

♪ Tra la la la la la la

♪ Tra-la-la, tra-la-la

♪ Tra la la la la la la

♪ Tra-la-la, tra-la-la

♪ Tra la la la la la la

♪ Tra-la-la, tra-la-la

♪ Tra la la la la la la... ♪

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

It's all right, people.

There's just going to be
a very short delay.

(STUTTERING) Everybody just
please stay in your seats.

I'll be right back.

Curtain! Curtain!

(WHISPERS) Play something.

Everything's perfectly fine.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

MAN: Did you see him fall?

Let me through. Let me through.
What's going on?

All right, clear out.
Let me see.

Jeez. Damn. Phil, Phil.

MAN: He just collapsed?
WOMAN: Is it his heart?

Oh, jeez,
he's not breathing.

Get my wife!
I'm right here.

Cut him out of this thing.
Who is it?

It's Phil Banks. What's happened?
No pulse.

Oh, God.
I got a saw.

We're only into Act I.

The man's
not even breathing.

Cut him loose!
Cut him out of there!

JULIA: Oh, my God!
Come on, people, give him room.

Be careful.
Give him some room now.

Back off, people! Back off!

He looks blue.
He's supposed to be gray.

Julia, shut up and walk away.
Walk away now!

I'm just being concerned.

Jimmy.

Talk to me, Doctor. What?

Send your audience home.

What? Send them home?

(STUTTERING)
We've got a show to put on, if...

The show's over, Joe.

The Tin Man's dead.

Schultzie, no. Down, now.

See this?

Our sensitive town newspaper.
Look at that.

JILL: Oh, nice.

At least he stroked out
after your big number, Dad.

Don't make jokes
about a person's death, Matthew.

(TROMBONE BLARING)

Zack, put down the trombone.
I got to practice.

My recital's Friday.
Friday. I know.

But there are
no musical instruments at the table.

Where's my hat?

I need a note, Mom,
in order to be late to school.

Should I have
Matthew write it?

JILL: I'll write it.
Go on, sit down.

Have some breakfast.
JIMMY: Where's she going?

The Contrition Sisters
are coming into town this morning.

They're due at Pacino's
in 10 minutes.

Kenny is picking me up.
He's late.

JIMMY: You weren't even born
when they recorded their one hit song,

why are you...
Two hit songs,and my soul was alive.

Though how it stays alive
in this dull town is another question.

If you ask me,
Phil Banks died of boredom.

JILL: All right, young lady.
Here she goes.

Carter Pike called from the morgue
while you were in the shower.

Says he needs to see you.
JIMMY: Great.

Is he touching
the bodies again?

JIMMY: He never did that.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

There's Kenny. I'm off.

What about your note?
Where's my hat?

He's getting spit
on my cereal!

I have to practice.

My hat?
Your hat's in the closet.

Look at that gob. It's alive.

Matthew!
Matthew!

KIMBERLY: Oh, God.
There's the bus.

KENNY:
I never heard of this band.

You never even
heard of the Beatles.

PUGEN: She was
a magnificent performer,

and we certainly hope
the Contrition Sisters will be able to...

We're late. I told you.

No, we're not late,
they just got here.

There's one. Miss Marino.

Hi, sweetie.
Step aside, Kimberly.

Miss Marino,
Mayor Bill Pugen. Welcome.

Mildred, take a picture.

Our township is honored.
Take another one.

Maybe we could get a group shot
in by the drum set.

Right this way.

Miss Marino?

Melanie. And you are?

Kimberly Brock. Probably your number
one fan in the world.

In Rome,
definitely number one.

Well, thank you.
And you would be number two?

Officer Lacos.
Assigned to crowd control.

You're obviously very good.

Don't be fooled, Miss Marino,
the people here love you.

They'd all be here
if this town had a pulse.

I like you.
You coming tomorrow night?

Well, I hope. But you're playing in a bar
and I'm not 18 yet.

But I'm trying to
work something out.

Well, I hope to see you.

You, too.

Yeah.

Very good, Kenny.
Very well done.

What? A person is judged
by the company she keeps.

I'm sure Melanie Marino
has a very high opinion of me right now,

after hearing
your one-word grunts.

What do you want from me?

A poem?
Just get in the car.

No, no. You get in the car.

And that crack about
crowd control, that wasn't funny.

I told him
not to be the Tin Man.

Man has a bypass,
plays a character who needs a heart.

I told him he was mocking God.
He should have been the Lion.

Your rate's a little rapid.

You know what I did?

I stayed up all night
cleaning my Lenox.

Forty-four years of living,
I had two things to show for it,

my husband Phil
and my china collection.

Now I...

I just got my dishes.
That's it.

Dishes.

You know, Marcia,
in residency,

I did a short rotation
in psychiatry.

If you need
someone to talk to...

What good is that?

The good is you need someone
to open up to.

Don't take this on alone.
What can you say to me, Jill?

We had no children,
just each other.

Now he's dead, I'm alone.
What can you possibly say?

Okay, here's the thing.

Damn it, Carter, why can't we
just bury somebody...

This is big, Jimmy.
I took some blood.

You're just supposed to do
the embalming...

I'm a medical examiner,
I can take fluids if I want.

Now, this is how you get in trouble.
You want the rumors to stop...

Nicotine.
What?

The man stopped smoking
three years ago,

after he got the heart condition,
and I found nicotine.

And look right here.
There's a puncture mark on his thigh.

What are you saying?

I'm saying
this was no boating accident.

And no heart attack, either.
This man was injected with poison.

What?
Liquid nicotine, immediately fatal.

I'm as sure as I can be without
an autopsy. Can I do one?

Now, wait a minute. You're saying you can
drop somebody with nicotine?

Like lead.
Phil Banks didn't just die,

somebody killed him.

Put me in charge. I've studied criminology
and I know this stuff.

This is my case, Jimmy.
I've had homicide experience.

You have not.

I did capital cases
in Chicago,

plus which I solved
the Quinn case. I'm hot.

That was a hit and run.
The victim was a cow, and it lived.

Quiet. This is not yet
a homicide officially.

We wait for an autopsy,
okay?

If Carter says murder,
he's very thorough.

I'll get a list of everyone
who was at the play.

I'll cross-check probation,

see if there's anything
we don't know about Phil Banks.

Greetings to Rome's finest.

Douglas Wambaugh here
to see the Sheriff.

What do you want, Doug?

Phil Banks had a bad ticker,
they stuck him in a hot metal suit.

There's got to be someone
to sue.

Get out.
Get out.

Please, we're very busy now.

Well, let me know
when the police reports are done.

I'll need some copies. Yes.

I want this case.

That was your wife.
Zack wet his pants at school.

What? How?

Went to the bathroom,
didn't take them off.

GINNY:
Rome Sheriff's Department.

Kenny, get the Tin Man armor
dusted, the oil can, too,

and get blue prints
of the theater.

Listen up, everybody.

Now, I know
you're all anxious

because we might possibly have,
well, I'll say it,

a murder on our hands.
MAN: Jesus.

But it's not official, yet.

Until it is, I don't want
any information released whatsoever.

This town could explode
and we don't want that.

So, nobody says anything.

ZACK: It was an accident.
JILL: I understand that, honey.

But if you have to go to the bathroom,
why don't you just go?

I tried, but I couldn't go
when I got to the thing.

Yeah, the urinal?

The other kids
were waiting behind me,

and then at recess playing kickball,
it just came out by mistake.

I think it's broke.

Oh, honey, look, you just have
a bashful bladder, that's all.

You got a lot on your mind.
Mr. Banks was one of your teachers,

and his death
is very upsetting.

You got your big recital
on Friday.

Matthew Langston Brock,
get in here now!

I wasn't listening.
Now!

He already knows.

Other kids
saw my pants at recess.

I didn't know Schultzie
was gonna come in here.

You listen to me,
Mr. Espionage,

do you remember
that organ donor card you filled out?

I'm about to
notify medical science

they can come collecting
right now.

I'm sorry, Mom.
No, go.

Zack, that's enough. That's enough.
No trombone, Zack. Stop.

Here's what we're gonna do.

Next time this happens,
what you're gonna do is

you're gonna go
into a daydream, okay?

Just think about
Arnold Schwarzenegger, your favorite,

or Jack Nicholson
as the Joker in Batman.

Really?
Yes.

And if that doesn't work,
you go into the stall

and you take your time.
It's gonna be just fine.

(TOILET FLUSHING)

Autopsy confirms it.
Somebody stuck the guy.

Nicotine poisoning,
cause of death.

Probation is clean on Banks.

All the Munchkins were on
stage when he went down.

The Wicked Witch was in her harness,
the Scarecrow was in wardrobe.

No account yet
for the Wizard.

It was a zoo backstage,
people all over.

Well, we got to make a statement.
The press is...

No.

Well, we can't just keep
saying heart attack.

I don't say anything to the press
till I got something to say.

That could be a while.

No offense,
but 90% of evidence

usually comes within six hours
of a homicide.

We're sitting here a full
day later with nothing.

We'll get something.
I'm sure we will.

But until then, we better tell the people
and the press what we do know.

Murder has come
to Rome, Wisconsin.

I don't understand.

The man has a coronary and you have to
search the house?

It's really just
routine, Marcia.

Liar.

Did he have a safe?
No.

You don't comb houses
of heart attack victims.

Basement's clean.

Okay, help Maxine in here.
Marcia, would you come with me, please?

KENNY: I'll take the desk.
You take shelves.

MAXINE: Okay.

Okay, I'm gonna be
straight with you.

We don't think
Phil died from a heart attack.

It looks like a toxin killed him.
What?

Now, it's possible he ingested something.
We just don't know.

But I want to
ask you something.

Can you think of anyone who might have
wanted to harm your husband?

Phil?

My God, the only person
who even got mad at him ever was me.

You know Phil.
Everybody loved him.

MAXINE: Jimmy? Alone a second?

Excuse me.
What?

I'll be right back.
I want to see.

Marcia, give me a minute, please.

Desk drawer had a false bottom.
We found these underneath.

This one, she's totally naked.

I've seen that girl.
Oh, boy.

She looks familiar.

Her name is Debbie Caton.
She's a classmate of my daughter's.

Lives three doors from us.

What is she, 16 years old?
That's sick.

We tell nobody about this,
you hear?

Not Marcia, nobody.
Until I say so.

Yeah.

My God.

Of course, I didn't know.

My daughter posing nude for a teacher...
You think that if I knew, you wouldn't?

I mean, what the hell
was he doing?

Did she ever talk about him?

No.

Did she ever indicate
any anger or animosity toward Phil Banks?

What?

Are you suggesting that my daughter
was connected with...

Was she with you backstage
the night of the play?

Are you suggesting that my daughter
had something to do

with Phil Banks' death?

At this point,
we don't know what to think.

When we find out, we'll let you know.
Thanks for coming in.

GINNY:
Rome Sheriff's Department.

I know what to think.

I think there's definitely a connection
between those photographs

and the death of Phil Banks.

So, you see, class, death is nothing
to be scared of.

Absolutely not.

Mr. Banks
has simply gone with God.

And while we should all miss him,
we know that God...

Public school, Sister,
church and state.

Sit down.

What I mean is,
death is not to be feared.

Mr. Banks has departed,

but our lives,
your lives, go on.

Day by day we go on.

(SINGING DAY BY DAY)

♪ Day by day

♪ Oh, dear Lord,

♪ Three things I pray

♪ To see Thee more clearly

♪ Love Thee more... ♪

Excuse me.
I'm sorry, Sister.

But when that child
opens his desk,

there's a small chance
of weaponry appearing.

Matthew!

What are you doing?
I can't go on with all this.

Mr. Banks didn't die
of a heart attack.

He was murdered.

(ALL GASPING)

Matthew Brock!

My dad's the Sheriff!
I bugged his room!

Phil Banks was poisoned.

What a thing to say.
It's true!

They found cyanide in him!

Then they went through his house
and found fingerprints.

They found pieces
of a person's hair and skin,

and then they sent it
to the DNA lab.

Then they found out somebody
in this school hated Mr. Banks,

somebody who wanted him dead,

and they went
to that person's house.

And they found
the bottle of cyanide pills.

Every one of you
should be afraid.

You should be scared to death,
because the hair, the prints, the cyanide,

they all belonged
to that man right there!

(CHILDREN SCREAMING)

Class, class!

Get back here.

Class! Amy!

Frankly, Mrs. Brock,
we are at wit's end. He...

I took some creative license,
that's all.

Matthew.

Now listen to me.
I have no doubt

that you will be the famous writer
that you plan on becoming.

Your flair for drama
is obvious.

We were all riveted when you took
an ordinary potato

and made it look like a bomb.

But to accuse your homeroom teacher
of murder...

I was kidding. Matthew.

That's the kind of humor
that has to be disciplined.

How about disciplining the kids
who picked on my brother?

You didn't do
anything to them.

I beg your pardon?

Zachary.
The incident at recess?

Oh, yes.

I absolutely chastised those boys
who made fun of him.

Them you chastise,
me you yell at.

Matthew, close your mouth
before I suture your lips.

Mr. Oslo, I'm sorry.

Sometimes his imagination
gets the better of him.

And this has been
a crazy week.

Is it true?
Is what true?

About Phil Banks?
Was he really murdered?

This is embarrassing,
and it's a personal affront.

Will you please
calm down, Barnaby?

No, I won't calm down.
I'm the District Attorney, for God's sake.

If there's
a homicide investigation,

I don't expect to get wind of it
through the school principal.

What in God's name, Jimmy?

That's exactly my point here.
What in God's name...

Nicotine poisoning
killed Phil Banks.

We found needle marks
on his thigh.

We figure somebody jabbed him backstage
and dropped him.

What's this about pictures?
What pictures?

We got some pictures
that suggest

that Banks was a little more of a kink
than we figured.

You didn't tell me
about any pictures.

Never mind. Now half the town
is in your office.

We both
should make statements.

How am I gonna make a statement?
He doesn't give me the facts.

PUGEN: You know
as much as we do.

JIMMY: Well, no,
I didn't know about pictures.

PUGEN: Will you forget about
the damn pictures?

Melanie.

What are you doing here?
Looking for you.

That girl, Kimberly,
who wasn't 18...

Yeah.

You just passed her father, the Sheriff. Oh.

Well, I worked it out
with the owner of the bar

and he says she can come,
as long as she's accompanied by an adult.

Maybe you.

Look, maybe I'm picking up
the wrong scent or something,

but the way you smile
when you talk to me,

it's the kind of smile I get from people
that know something I don't know.

Which I get a lot.

Or it's the kind of smile
I get from women when they like me.

Which I don't get so much.

Well, not as much
as the other smile.

I see.

Well, I doubt that I know anything
you don't know.

Uh-huh.

Oh.

See you tonight?
Yeah.

Great.

(ALL CLAMORING)

How could
you let them in here?

They're upset!

WOOD: Hold on, everybody.
Everybody quiet!

I say you deputize us.
That won't be necessary.

Was it a murder or not?
How did Phil Banks die?

At the moment,
we have no official comment.

He was poisoned.

Ginny.
Hold on, hold on!

They're upset.
I don't care.

What about the pictures, huh?

Even he knows about the...

Everybody knows
about the pictures but me.

Folks, please be quiet.
Quiet, please.

We're calling this
a homicide investigation.

When there is more information,
I'm sure Ginny will tell you.

Well, until then, what?

Until then, lock your doors.

(MOTOWN MUSIC PLAYING)

Aren't they incredible?
Completely.

That's it, Kenny. Look right up there.
That's what I want to be.

Hey, Kim, you take psychology and stuff
in school, don't you?

Yeah.

Well, is it unhealthy for a guy
to be attracted to an older woman?

How much older?
I don't know.

Ten years, maybe.

Does this mean the guy's got
an esophagus complex?

Oedipus.

Look, Kenny, you like Melanie, big deal.
Just listen to the song.

I think if you really want
to psychoanalyze it, you like her breasts.

Yeah, maybe.

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

Oh, I think you do, Debbie.

We're talking about
your posing for Mr. Banks.

We're talking about
your relationship with him.

I didn't have
a relationship with him.

Debbie, I know
you're a very nice young lady

and an honest person.
I'm sorry.

Can we dismiss
with the coddling here?

This is
a murder investigation.

Maxine.
Oh, come on, Jimmy. She's playing us.

She wanted to do this here
instead of at her house

because she knew damn well
the questions we'd be asking,

questions she didn't want
her father to hear.

I also hope you know
you'll also be going to jail.

I didn't do anything!
You're lying to us!

That's obstruction of justice.
Come on, look at these pictures.

Something was going on here.

Now, you either tell us everything,
or we'll book you!

Get out.
Jimmy!

Maxine, get out of here now.

Fine, but you can't save her.

Well, she's right, you know.

Don't make this any harder on yourself
than you have to.

Were you having an affair
with Mr. Banks?

I don't know.

Were you having sex
with Mr. Banks?

Yes.

Who else knew about this?
Did your father know?

Daddy didn't do anything
to Mr. Banks!

Did he know?
I had to tell him.

It was the only way
that I could get the...

Get what?

The abortion.
Mr. Banks got me pregnant.

You think
I should ask her out?

You like her, ask her out.

Sheriff's Office.
It's just that she's older, you know.

The abortion was done
in Green Bay.

We also ran probation
on Debbie's father.

He's got no record.

You want me to do this?
Would you, please? Thank you.

Danny Oulton's
been shooting blue jays

in Mary Stokes'
bird bath again.

Kenny, get out there.
Don't be sending me. Come on.

Never mind. Get out there, confiscate
the gun, get Danny in here after school.

I want that man arrested.
Who?

Carter Pike. He chopped up my husband.
He should be thrown in jail.

Take it easy, Marcia.
I won't take it easy.

The memorial service
is this afternoon.

I wanted an open casket
and he cut him all up.

I authorized the autopsy...
Nobody got my permission to do this!

This is a homicide investigation.
I wanted an open casket.

And you'll have that.
Carter left the body intact, Marcia.

He's very thorough.

My husband
deserves some dignity.

Marcia, I know how horrible
this must be for you,

but this is
a murder investigation,

and there are things
we have to do

and things you're going to
have to let us do.

Please.

Do you know who did it?
Not quite yet.

But we are making progress.

Now why don't you go home?
We'll call you.

I'm going that way.
I'll drop you off.

There you go.
Come on.

That was
Danny Oulton's mother.

Mary Stokes put a dead
blue jay in her mailbox.

Kenny.
Got it.

GINNY: Sheriff's Department.
Yes, ma'am. On his way.

Thank you for your call.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Feels bad about roughing up
the Caton girl.

Ginny.

She wouldn't have told us
about the abortion

if you hadn't been
the bad cop.

I know.
You know?

I'm fine, Jimmy.

BOY 1: Where are you going?
BOY 2: He's just a wimp.

He peed all over the report.

Hey, there he is.
BOY 1: Hey, there he is.

BOY 2: Here comes Zack.
BOY 3: Hey, check it out.

Hey, Zack,
how are the pants today?

Pretty dry?
Yep.

We were wondering, do you use
disposable diapers or cloth?

BOY 2: Probably use the two-ply, huh?
Leave me alone!

Hey!
What's going on?

Nothing.

Oh, the big brother.

Hey, are his diapers hand-me-downs,
or does he get new ones?

Are you guys...

I'm sorry, would you be
picking on my brother here?

What are you gonna do
about it?

Yeah!
Yeah!

Well, we could sit around
and talk about it,

but since time's short...

Come on, Zack, let's go.

Tuck in your shirt.

Karate?
Your boys know karate?

Yes. Their father taught them
self-defense.

I see.

Mrs. Brock, I'm sure

this murder investigation has
been a big burden on your husband.

And that kind of stress can
be felt by the boys at home.

Excuse me. Are you laying
the responsibility for this

on Matthew and Zack?

That is not to say
there's no provocation.

But I have four boys in the
school infirmary right now.

Who should know better than
to pick on a smaller child.

I'm sorry, Mr. Oslo, Matthew was wrong
yesterday to accuse Mr. Fairfield,

and he was out of line with
that potato bomb, as well,

but when it comes to sticking
up for his little brother

against four sixth-grade
bullies, I back him.

You were very quick
to call me, Mr. Oslo.

Why don't you call the mothers
of those other boys?

I'm sure I'll be seeing them,
whether I call or not.

Good. You can tell them
if they have a problem,

they can pay me a visit.
I know a little karate myself.

Come on, boys.

No, no, no.
This was no amateur.

Liquid nicotine,
even if a drop just touches your skin,

boom, dead, done.

Hacks don't handle this stuff.

Come near my daughter
ever again and I'll...

You'll what, Mike? Kill me?

I didn't kill Phil Banks.
I think you did.

Carter.

You're a pharmacist,
you know chemicals,

you were backstage at the play. Carter.

Read me my rights then, damn it!
But stay away from Debbie.

I don't have to read you your rights,
Mike. I'm not gonna arrest you, yet.

You know the law,
you know the game.

Tell you what, I would like
to set up a polygraph, though.

You do what you like.

But don't you dare
terrorize my daughter.

I think he did it, Jimmy. Carter.

If it had been me,

do you really think it would
have been so neat, so painless?

You think that?
That son of a bitch...

That was my daughter,
my little girl.

I would have ripped him up.
I would have made him hurt, I would've...

I would have made him hurt.

"Pillar"
is such an impersonal term.

"Pillar", you think of a
stanchion, something cold and hard.

But Phil Banks was a pillar
of this community,

and he was anything
but cold and hard.

He's both now.

You know,
before turning to the service,

I would like to call on a few
people who knew Phil best.

You brought her to a funeral?
This is your big date?

Well, she works nights.
I didn't have a lot of choices.

First, his co-star
in that wonderful musical

that stopped so abruptly
on Phil's passing,

Miss Julie Boles.

Julie.

Bet she finds an excuse
to sing. Watch.

I loved Phil Banks.

Not physically, of course,
but spiritually.

We spent a lot of time
together during rehearsals,

helping each other with our songs.
He was such a giving man.

The song of mine that he loved
best was Over the Rainbow.

Because Phil was down in
make-up early into Act I,

he never really got to hear the
song the night he passed away.

I should like to sing it
for him now.

Told you.
You've got to be kidding.

(SINGING OVER THE RAINBOW)

Miss Marino,
I just wanted to say thank you

for arranging last night.

I also want you to know it was
the highlight of my life so far.

Really?

Deep down,
I've always wanted to be a Supreme.

I was born too late.
And too white.

That's racist, Kenny.
You're too good for him.

Hey, I have an idea.

Why don't you come down to
the club during lunch one day?

Let's say Thursday.
It should be quiet.

Why?

Why? Because you're gonna sing a
song with the band, that's why.

Get out.

Hey, if there's a Supreme
somewhere down deep, I'll find her.

I'll be there.

You're a really nice lady, Melanie.

You know, I feel like giving
you a kiss or something,

'cause, you know,
I'm attracted.

I see.

But I can't here.
I'm a law enforcement officer.

Plus which, I'm also kind
of scared of kissing you.

Why?

Well, it's...
I'm not good at it.

It's like I've got
this bad clutch, kind of.

I sort of go from first,
right into fourth, you know.

I kind of heat up, and so...

Yeah, I have
the same problem myself.

Probably best
we don't kiss here.

This is what I'm thinking.
Good then. We're agreed?

Agreed.

You're gonna what?

I can't wait for you people
to get up to speed.

This town's ready
to burst into panic.

This is a local case.
The state police has no authority.

And the local department
can't crack it.

We're making progress.

What progress?

You suspect Mike Caton,
that's your progress.

You haven't even gotten
any hard evidence yet.

We'll get it!
When?

You call in the state police,
then you'll see panic.

I'm the mayor.
I have a duty to protect this town.

You're just gonna
fuel the hysteria.

I don't care.

I'll give you one more day.
After that, I'll do what I have to do.

Hey.

Late.

Hi.
Hi.

Mayor says
if I don't make an arrest,

he's gonna call in
the state police.

I'm gonna take a bath.

How's everything here?

Well, your daughter's
gonna become a Supreme

and the boys went on
a kung fu spree.

And there was
an envelope at the door

containing a dead bird
and a note saying,

"I pay my taxes."
That's good.

(PLAYING DUELING BANJOS)

(TROMBONE PLAYING)

(EXCLAIMS)

I needed that.

What are you doing
up so late, huh?

Waiting for you.

Well, I am home
and the wait is over.

And you are gonna go to sleep.

Did you catch the killer yet?

Uh-uh.

But you will, right?

Oh, sure.

I told everyone at school
you would catch him.

Attaboy.

This week.

Oh, okay.

(PAGER BEEPING)

Oh, I'm sorry.
I don't know who that could be.

Night, Zack.
Night, Mom.

Night, Bopper.
Night, Dad.

I know this isn't technically
an emergency, but...

JILL: Oh, it's fine.

About psychiatry,
I think I really need to talk.

Okay.

But I don't want
anybody to know

I'm seeing a psychiatrist.
My God.

Would this...

It'd be confidential, right?

Oh, yes. Doctor-patient
privilege is sacred with me.

Nothing would leave this room.
Sit down.

You don't even
tell your own family?

Oh, especially family.

Okay.

Then I'm gonna just say this
before I explode.

I killed my husband.

I found out about him
and that teenager.

I poisoned him.

Marcia. I don't know if
I can live with myself.

But after what he did,
I wasn't going to live with him.

He didn't deserve
to live at all.

I'm so sorry.

He hadn't made love to me
in over seven years.

I just figured he was
an impotent little toad.

But, no. I wish
that he'd suffered more.

Well, now, you said
he was everything to you,

Phil and the china.
I hate that damn china.

Every time
I got upset about anything,

Phil would buy me
another piece.

That's what he thought.

That a stupid thing, a plate,
could keep me happy.

He probably
bought the coffee set

the day
he started sleeping with...

I wasn't just gonna sit home
with the dishes, Jill,

while he was out having sex
with nubile little freshmen.

I wasn't going to
end up alone with the dishes.

Oh, no! Oh, no!

This really is privileged,
right?

Yes. It's privileged.

Do I have to go to jail?

We're just gonna talk, Harold.
Move it.

What's going in there?
I can't really tell.

Is your hair brown?
Yes.

Is your first name Michael?

Yes.

Did Phillip Banks
impregnate your daughter?

Yes.

Are your eyes green?
No.

Did you kill Phillip Banks?
No.

Do the Red Sox play baseball?
Yes.

Did you inject Phillip Banks
with poison?

No.

Kenny, I think you better come
in here for just a second.

What?

Okay, Harold,
I'd like you to tell Officer Lacos

what you told me.

I got laid
by a Contrition Sister.

What?

Not your friend,
the other one, Myra.

I don't believe it.

I couldn't believe it
while it was happening.

What, and you're saying that
you paid money for this sex?

Will it be in the papers?

Look, I've got statements
from four other patrons

who say that the manager
propositioned them.

I don't believe any of this.
No, I don't.

Good for you.
Shut up, Harold!

Why are you coming forth
to tell this to the Sheriff?

I'm telling everybody.

I'm gonna go have a talk with
them and see what I can find out.

No, I'll talk to them. No.

But that might be a conflict
of interest...

I said I'll talk to them.

Kenny, I don't think
that's a good idea.

JIMMY: Kenny.
I got to go.

No, you stay here.
Max, get in here.

What happened?

Caton failed the polygraph.
Really?

He did?
Not even close.

Well, why did you let him go?

Polygraphs aren't foolproof,

and they're not admissible.

Well, we've got the affair

and his familiarity with drugs.
He was present at the scene.

Yeah, and he knew about
Phillip Banks' heart condition.

He was filling
the prescriptions.

It was the perfect crime.

Banks drops in the middle of the
show, right in front of everybody.

Who wouldn't think
heart attack?

You shouldn't have let him
just leave, Jimmy.

I let him leave, Kenny, because I want
to make the arrest at the pharmacy.

That way we can search the place
without waiting for a warrant.

Maybe we can turn up
the nicotine.

Well, we're still gonna need
a warrant for the back rooms.

Under the Rehnquist Court,
I'll take my chances.

Okay, it's lunchtime.
He'll be back at the pharmacy in an hour.

I can't believe Mike Caton
could be capable of murder.

He's got a lot of hate.

The only reason he's a druggist is
because he failed the bar four times.

His lawyer father disowned him over it.
Wife left him 12 years ago.

And now this, a schoolteacher
sleeps with his daughter.

I almost feel sorry for him.

Don't.

No matter what the score is,
you don't settle it with murder.

(SINGING
WHERE DID OUR LOVE GO)

♪ Baby don't leave me

♪ Ooh, please don't leave me

♪ All by myself

♪ I've got this burning,
burning, yearning feelin'... ♪

Okay, stop.

Kimberly, don't try and sex it up.
It just doesn't feel genuine.

Diana Ross always sexes it up.
She always...

Diana Ross sings like Diana Ross.
You got to be Kimberly Brock.

Use your innocence.

You know, be real. Okay?

Again, two, three, four,
one, two.

♪ Ooh, please don't leave me

♪ All by myself

♪ I've got this
burning, burning

♪ Yearning feelin' inside me

Hi.
Hi.

Can I talk to you alone
for a second?

It's important.

♪ You came into my heart

That's great. Keep going.

♪ So tenderly

♪ With a burning love

♪ That stings like a bee ♪

So, what do you
expect me to say?

The truth.

Did she sleep with him
for money?

Yes.

And? What about you?

I'm not my sister.

But let me tell you something,
I am not ashamed of her. I'm not.

Well, you should be.

Easy for you,
you live here in Hometown, USA.

You don't know nothing
about me.

Growing up, I got into more
trouble than you'll ever know.

I ain't no saint.

But that doesn't change the
fact that your sister's a whore.

At 17 years old,
we were on Bandstand,

magazine covers, drove around in limos.
We were it.

And one day, we weren't.

For the last 18 years, we've been trying
to get back what we had as teenagers.

Well, interesting strategy
your sister's got.

Myra's got $14,000 saved.

When we get to 20,
we can afford two weeks of studio time.

We plan
to cut another record.

You actually think
you're coming back?

You travel around
playing pool halls.

Your sister's selling herself.
What the hell do you call that, Melanie?

MYRA: Desperation.

The stuff dreams are made of.
You know why we chose to play Rome?

'Cause we figured
this town is so tiny,

even we could make
a headline or two.

So, what happens?

The day we roll in, Rome, Wisconsin
has its first big murder in a decade.

Bumped to
the back pages again.

Seems you've been bumped back a little
bit further than you know, lady.

You want to arrest me,
go ahead.

As for my sister,

the only rule she broke
is the biggest one

for traveling
night club singers.

She forgot to
leave her heart on the bus.

MAXINE: You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
shall be used against you.

You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford one...

I know my rights.

You had to do it in public,
didn't you, Brock?

You had to do it here.

Put him in the car.

Let's go.

Daddy.
It's okay, sweetheart.

Don't worry.
Everything is gonna be fine.

Take him, Maxine.

MAXINE: Come on.

You need anything?

Like I'm gonna ask you.

MALE REPORTER: Town druggist Michael
Caton was, in fact, arrested.

He'll be charged tomorrow.

FEMALE REPORTER: ...a member
of the school committee,

Rome is in shock
that he could have killed...

MALE REPORTER 2: ...having a sexual
affair with the defendant's daughter.

The arraignment will take
place tomorrow afternoon.

Could you keep it down?
I got a show to do across town.

What are you doing here?
I'm a sneak.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I...

I like to shoot.

Lousy at math,
good at guns.

Dead.

You know, I got a confession.

I love it that you're a cop.
I love the uniform, the power,

everything.

You'd better go.

I'm feeling my clutch
starting to pump.

Your weakness is math.
Mine is self-discipline.

Oh, that sulfur.

(GAVEL BANGING)

Case Number 92634,

People of Hogan County
versus Michael Caton

on the charges of murder
in the first degree.

Douglas Wambaugh
for the defendant, Your Honor.

Salutations to you
and your fine staff.

Waive reading?
Yes, Your Honor.

And in anticipation of my learned
brother's request for bail...

Let me ask first.

Forgive me.
I am a guest in your court,

and I loathe to overstep.

$500 bond, Your Honor,
$100,000 cash alternative.

May I remind you, Your Honor,

we're in the middle of
a recession.

$50,000 cash.
Thank you, Your Honor.

And at this time, I would be
requesting that District Attorney Wood

be recused from this matter.

What?

As we already know,
Mr. Banks' tragic death occurred

in that wonderful production
of the Wizard of Oz,

so elegantly directed by Helen Parker,
who I see seated in the courtroom today.

Helen?

BONE: Wambaugh, don't push me.

Get to it.
Yes, Your Honor.

And District Attorney Wood
was in this production

as Mayor of Munchkin City.
I didn't see anything!

He could be called
as a witness.

Motion denied.
He can prosecute.

I'm setting the trial date
for January the 15th.

All pre-trials filed by December 20th.
Clerk will see about bail.

That's all. Everybody out.
Thank you, Your Honor.

What are you trying to pull
disqualifying me?

Doing you a favor, Barnaby.
Saving you from looking like an ass.

Which he is.

This is a murder trial, Wambaugh.

Would you try stepping out of
the sewage just long enough to...

You want to talk crap?

Let's consider this black
and fudge-like stool

you're calling a case.
Get out of my face!

I've seen flu phlegm with more substance.
All right, all right.

You got a deal to offer, I'm listening.
Otherwise, shut up.

The charges are baseless.

In the interest of avoiding
a protracted trial,

which could stain
my client's image,

we would be willing to plead
out on a lesser charge.

Say it.
What?

Well, driving under the
influence would be acceptable.

I'll kill him.
Barnaby!

I'd ask the Sheriff to note the
violent propensity of that man.

You smug,
slimy son of a bitch!

And I ask that the District
Attorney be considered a suspect.

Barnaby! Barnaby, stop!

Now, calm down.

I take that as a rejection of our offer.
I'm disappointed.

Forgive me.

MAN: Mr. Wambaugh,
has there been a plea bargain?

WOMAN: What are they offering?
MAN: Is he gonna plead?

Good negotiating, Barnaby.
Very deft.

Honey.

Hi, Jill.

Came over to check out
the action, huh?

Yeah.

Honey.
What?

Do you really think
Mike Caton did this?

That is why
I arrested him, yeah.

I don't know. I don't think...
I don't know.

He is the man, darling.
There's no doubt about it. He is the guy.

Now, come on.
We got a recital to go to.

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

Kenny. Hey.
Hey, Sal.

What's going on?
Where's the show?

Pacino called it off.
He's allowed to under his contract.

Well, why'd he call it off?

Because with all the TV
cameras over at the courthouse,

the whole town
will be on the 11:00 news.

And he figures everybody'll
just stay home and watch it.

Why hire the Contrition
Sisters for 500 bucks

when nobody's gonna come?

Later.

You'll never take her
away from me again!

No, no!
You can't take him away!

He's telling the truth!

He is my grandfather!

My really
and truly grandfather.

- Mine! Mine!
- Come on, now!

Hey, hey,
what are you doing here?

I was supposed to meet
Melanie here after the show.

But since it was canceled,
I came over now.

Oh, she ain't here.

(WOMAN GIGGLING)

Well, who's in there?
Nobody. Don't go in there.

You got no warrant.

PACINO: Oh, boy.

Everybody out.

Face down on the floor.

Oh, Kenny.
Shut up.

We just started. What a gyp.

On the floor, Harold!
Both of you, out!

You're all under arrest.

It's a gyp.

Think you're something here.

HAROLD: It's not right.

(PLAYING CLASSICAL MUSIC)

He's on next.
I know.

Just as soon as they finish,
you'll take your seats behind the curtain.

Stop tugging at me.

Come on.

"I'll be back.
Hasta la vista, baby!"

They're looking for you!

I tried Terminator,
but it wouldn't work!

You got to be kidding.
You're on stage in three minutes!

(IMITATING THE JOKER) "Where does
he get all those wonderful toys?"

(URINE SPLASHING)

(SIGHS)

Zachary Brock!

He's going. He's coming.
Please leave.

Listen to me,
you little felon...

He'll be right out.
Now go.

I'm a dead man.

(URINAL FLUSHING)

Zack, I'm only gonna
say this once

and if you want to just
ignore me go ahead,

'cause I know I'm a lousy influence.
What?

You're a great
trombone player. The best.

Psych?
No psych.

You're the top musician
in the band.

But nobody knows it.
They should know it.

What are you saying?

I'm saying
this is your night.

There's a bunch
of bored parents out there

ready to yawn their way
through one more recital.

I'm saying you should go out
there and play that thing.

Play it like
only you know how.

You think?

Do it, Zack. Do it.

Jimmy, the more
I think about it,

the more I'm sure Mike Caton
couldn't commit murder.

Oh, will you
stop this obsessing?

I don't know
what you're thinking, Jill.

But trust me, okay?
I know my job.

Okay?

Ladies and gentlemen,
next up is our elementary group playing

a popular piece
that's one of my favorites.

I hope it's one of yours.

(PLAYING WHEN THE SAINTS
GO MARCHING IN)

I can't tell you how I know,

but I know for a fact
Mike Caton is innocent.

How do you know for a fact?

I can't say,
but you trust me.

Someone else
killed Phillip Banks.

(PLAYING JAZZ SOLO)

All right, Zack!

WOMAN: Bravo!

Terrific!

MAN: Bravo!

WOMAN: Zack! Bravo!

But you did not see
any transaction or exchanges?

No. I didn't see any part of
the money deal, no.

Okay. Now look, look.

With what you're now saying
about Marcia Banks,

I suggest we don't bring prostitution
charges against these girls.

Why?
Why? Well, okay.

First of all, all we got proof
of, really, is sex.

We got no evidence.
Oh, come on.

Look, Kenny, if what
Brock is saying is true,

we're gonna kick one murder
suspect and arrest another.

This just doesn't...

These are
two different cases, Barnaby.

The point is, Kenny,
we already look bad in the murder case.

If we bring prostitution charges
and they get kicked, too,

that does nothing
for our credibility either.

Plus which,
Harold Lundstrom is a town selectman.

We don't need the national
press getting ahold of that

while they're already skewing us for
arresting the wrong murder suspect.

What makes you think
it's Marcia?

My gut.

Dump the prostitution charges.
We're not gonna make it.

I've got her. She's in
the interrogation room.

Marcia.
Sheriff.

Marcia, I'm gonna be straight,

'cause that's the only way
I know how to play.

And I'm prepared to spend the whole
night if that's what it takes.

Now, I know you went running to
Jill and confessed something.

And she told me
that Mike Caton is innocent.

Now, I figure
the only way she knows that

is if you told her
you did it.

You can play hide the
ball with us if you want,

but Jill is gonna let me look at those
medical notes on what you said to her.

Oh, all right. You've arrested
me, so you've obviously got me.

I did it. I killed Phil.

The district attorney's
decided not to press charges.

You're free to go.

Kenny, I'd like to explain.

Get out.

Have your bus packed up,

and get your act out of town
by tomorrow morning.

May I please say something?

No.

BONE: Wait just a second.
We already arraigned Mike Caton on this.

New evidence
has come to light, Your Honor.

We would like to dismiss
against Mr. Caton

and file charges
against Marcia Banks.

Your Honor, I object
to this travesty of justice.

What's the problem, Wambaugh?
They're setting your guy free.

Well, for that I'm delighted.

But I now represent
Marcia Banks,

and it is in her interest
that I note this travesty.

She hired you, too.

It took me less than a day
to free the last suspect.

Why wouldn't she want me?

We'll be asking the same bail,
Your Honor.

Before we address bail,
Your Honor,

I would like you to consider my
motion for immediate dismissal.

On what grounds?

My client's confession
was obtained illegally,

in violation of
her constitutional rights.

Officer Stewart
gave her Miranda.

But her confession
is still poisonous fruits!

Why?
You're asking me why?

I'll tell you why.

Sheriff Brock
confronted Marsha Banks

after he secured privileged
doctor-patient information

from his wife,
who was treating my client.

Counsel, approach.

Sheriff and Dr. Brock,
you, too.

What the hell is this?

She confessed the murder to her
doctor, Judge, and that's how he knows.

Did you tell him?
No, I didn't.

She said that she knew
that Mike Caton was innocent.

Quiet!

What did you tell him?
Nothing.

I told him
that I was counseling her.

And he knew that I had to see her on
an emergency basis the other night.

And Sheriff Brock
exploited that information

to coerce a confession.

He told her that he was going
to look into his wife's records.

And in the wake
of that threat, she confessed.

Did you do that?

Son of a bitch.
Your Honor...

Shut up. The confession
is poisonous fruit.

You screwed up.
I've got no choice here.

I got to kick it.

Your Honor, I request permission to
represent whoever they arrest next.

Wambaugh.

Everybody step back.
Harmless error, Judge, you...

I said step back.

Based on circumstances surrounding
the arrest of this defendant,

I'm forced to dismiss this
complaint on constitutional grounds.

Marcia Banks and Mr. Caton
are both free to go.

This matter is adjourned.

FEMALE REPORTER: Sheriff,
just one moment, please, sir!

Jimmy, can I get you
for a second, please?

Ladies and gentlemen
of the press,

as I said before, justice will
prevail, and I knew in my heart

that my clients were innocent.
I'm proud of this country.

Don't start.

You betrayed the sanctity
of this marriage.

All I did was threaten her.

You exploited me.
You coerced her using information

that you got from me.
I didn't involve you, Jill.

You told her
I'd show you medical records.

That's involving me.

Technically, I did not use
any privileged information.

What patient is gonna come to me
thinking there's risk of police force.

Why should I be penalized just because
I'm the sheriff married to you!

It's psychological blackmail,
Jimmy!

You jeopardized my reputation.
I don't care!

Someone has been
killed here, Jill.

And if I have to resort to using
a little inside information

to get that killer
behind bars...

What you did
keeps her on the streets.

All right, I made a mistake.
Morally, I can live with that.

Well, I'm telling you I can't.

(SINGING MUNCHKINLAND)

I was better than I thought.

Would you stop
looking at yourself, Barnaby.

It's not
what we're doing here.

Oh, wait. Rewind.

WOOD:
Exactly what are we doing?

JIMMY: We can still prosecute her
if we collect independent evidence.

Give me that.

Okay.

All right, there she is,
Marcia Banks in her seat.

All right, fast forward
to the Lollipop Guild.

Who took this tape?

Burt Rhodes,
he's one of the flying monkeys.

All right, there it is.
Freeze frame there.

She's still in her seat.

Well, that doesn't help us.

Well, maybe she did it earlier
and it just took effect here.

Well, maybe it works
on some sort of time release.

I hate to say this, but...

Even if you do find new evidence,
we probably won't nail her.

Why?
Why?

Because we'll never overcome
the huge presumption against us.

The prosecution
is completely tainted.

So it's just hopeless?
Not totally.

See, if you could build
an independent case,

or if you could at least
convince her of the possibility,

then she might be willing
to cut a deal.

Get her back in here.

Well, you're not gonna be able
to bluff her again, Jimmy.

Not with Wambaugh
at her side.

We'll see.
Get her in here.

Kenny.

I got nothing to say to you.

Good, then maybe you could
just shut up and listen.

Harold Lundstrom paid us $2,000.
Hey, I don't do it often.

But sometimes...

Our show got canceled because
of the murder coverage

and we were out the money...

You make me sick.

Yeah, I make myself sick.

I know we'll probably
never cut another record,

but if we give up hoping,
we're dead.

I've met you
a thousand times, Melanie.

When I was a cop in Chicago,
I met junkies and whores every day.

They all had excuses,
but they all were what they were.

Hey, what's going on?
How come your bus is here?

Oh, we're leaving town, honey.

But you have
another show tonight.

She's done here, Kimberly.

They're moving on.

Why?

Why?

I got arrested
for prostitution last night.

What?

Kenny and your dad,
they're giving us a break,

letting us just leave town.

Did you do it?

I'm sorry.

Listen, I'll be looking for you
on the charts someday, who knows.

Yeah.

You're gonna think whatever
you want to think about me.

But you should also know this,

I fell for you.

The way you trip all over
yourself when you try and talk.

Your honesty. I think
I maybe even fell in love,

assuming that's possible.

I just want you to know that.

Okay, I got it.

No, no, no, no.

That kind of nicotine shot would
have dropped him like a brick.

There is no
time-release thing.

So she would have had to
have been backstage?

Yep, there's no...
Maybe a dart gun.

No, no.
There was no dart gun.

Let me exhume the body.
Maybe I could find...

No, no. Sit, sit.
Medical examiners can exhume

if they want.
Don't, please.

Marcia Banks is in Room B.
She's got Wambaugh with her.

Excellent. I have questions.
No, you're not going in there.

It's appropriate for medical
examiners to question suspects!

If you want to hear it,
you stay here!

Should I be bad cop again?
No, it's my turn.

I'll take care
of everything.

This constitutes
gross harassment.

You can expect
a civil suit to be filed.

I don't care about the
civil matters here, Counsel.

There's
a criminal investigation

and your client
is still a suspect.

Jimmy, we can be cordial.

Keep your mouth shut until we've
said what we've had to say.

When it comes time for your
garbage, I'll squeeze your head.

That remark is actionable.
But go ahead.

Tomorrow, Marcia, we are going to be
issuing a warrant for your re-arrest.

I don't...
Please, be quiet.

I don't want you to say
anything today.

Just know that slowly,
but very certainly,

we're going to be
building a case against you

to guarantee your conviction.

If I have to spend
every tax dollar

on pathologists, forensics,
and DNA lab work,

I will do it.
May I speak?

No.
No.

Now, if you want to listen to this
reptile who disgraces his profession

just by being alive.
Libel. Proceed.

But if you don't cooperate,
if you don't tell me the whole truth,

when I get you,
and I will get you,

I'm gonna
put you away forever.

So you think, lady.

You think real hard about
how you're gonna play it.

I can be lenient,
or I can expedite the end of your life.

Now may I speak?
Go ahead.

Never in my 38 years...

Let's go, Marcia.

That's it? That's your speech?

I'm too upset. I pride myself
on being a man of courtesy.

Marcia.

I'm gonna get you, Marcia.

If you never believed anything
I said before, believe that.

This is a very sad day.

Oh, God. I'm sorry.
I can never get used to this room.

Daddy's afraid
to even come in here.

Yeah, well, you know how policemen
get around video cameras.

Are you okay?
Why shouldn't I be?

Well, I know how fond
you are of Melanie Marino.

She's a slut.
I shouldn't even care about her.

Yeah, you should.

Do you know what she did?

Well, heroes are never pure, sweetheart.

I'd hardly call Melanie
a hero.

She had two hit parade songs,
then tried to milk the fame for 20 years.

Well, maybe she spent those
20 years not giving up.

There's something
to be said for that.

Well, I'm glad to see you can
be such a forgiving step-mom.

If I ever come home pregnant with
a crack-child of a drug-mutant,

I won't be afraid
to face you.

Yeah, well, I'd kill you.

Look, honey,
I'm not defending what Melanie did,

but you shouldn't
let her faults blind you

to the stuff that made you
admire her in the first place.

The thing is, Mom,
I pay the price for all this.

How?

I really do want to be a
singer, maybe even on Broadway.

And I know
that scares you and Dad.

And when you see
what happened to Melanie,

that probably
makes you more afraid.

And I'll be the one
who gets punished.

How do you figure?

You'll discourage me
from wanting to be a singer

and you'll steer me
someplace safe.

Melanie Marino turns out to be a
hooker, I end up in law school.

Does that seem fair to you?

No.
Exactly.

Well, I'm glad we could
have this little talk.

Anytime.

All right, folks.
Everybody back.

This can't be true.
Tell me it's not true.

It's true.

Would you bring the gurney in,
please? The M.E. wants it.

Let me get this out of here.

MAN: I'll take this side.

Oh, boy.

She's still in there
clinging to a piece of china.

The bottom rack
is wedged stuck.

Definitely Marcia?

Oh, yeah. Here's the note.

You're telling me
she committed suicide

by climbing into
her own dishwasher?

The thing works
on an automatic timer.

All she had to do was
climb in and shut the door.

A neighbor discovered her
halfway through the rinse cycle.

Oh, boy.
MAN: We almost got it.

"I can't face the consequences.
It's time to say good-bye."

Found this needle in the washer,
nicotine ampoule on the floor.

She probably
gave herself an injection.

Why in the hell
would she crawl in there?

We can slide her out.
Easy now.

Here she comes.

Pretty ironic really.

You know,
that she ended up with the dishes.

MAN: Watch it!

What a way to go. I mean,
if you're gonna choose a home appliance.

Matthew.

Are you and Mom talking?

Of course.

Just not to each other.

Such a horrible thing.
She was driven to it by the local police

who used Hitler tactics
on this innocent victim.

WOMAN:
She did confess to the crime.

She simply misunderstood
the questioning,

which I will prove
in our civil lawsuit

brought against
the department.

What's this?

Marcia Banks'
medical records.

You're giving me this?

Why?
Two reasons.

First, privilege
doesn't survive the patient.

Second, Marcia Banks
wasn't even remotely suicidal.

We're the laughingstock.
Listen to this.

"Certainly
our Sheriff's Department

"cannot be expected
to solve the crime

"with nothing more
than a confession to go on."

Bastards.

You cared about her, didn't you?
What?

Melanie. You cared about her.

Are you kidding?

She was Saturday night fun,
that's all.

So, what? Maybe I liked her a little.
Big deal.

Yeah, it is a big deal.
It's not easy for you to fall, Kenny.

I think
you should go after her.

Yeah, right.

They kissed, you know.
Ginny!

They played last night
in Windsor.

They're probably just
boarding the bus right now.

You could
catch up to them easy.

Let me tell you, Max.

That girl represents
everything I ran away from

when I came to this town.

All I know is, the last couple of
days, you seemed really happy.

It was nice to see.

Baby, baby,
I have struck gold! Pay dirt!

What?

I went into her genitalia,
just on a hunch.

Oh, Carter,
I swear, I'm not gonna...

Semen!
What?

This woman had sex before she
went into that dishwasher.

I found semen
along the inner vaginal wall.

What else?
A little industrial detergent,

lemon-scented, but...

About the sex,
what else can you tell?

Well, no bruising to suggest rape.
And get this.

You said on the phone she wasn't
having intercourse with Phil?

Not for seven years,
according to Jill.

Well, she was having it
with somebody.

I pulled a Norplant implant
out of her left arm.

What?
It's a birth control implant.

You stick it under the skin,
it works for up to five years.

This one was put in there recently.

You want to know what I think?
No.

The guy has intercourse,
and then he kills her.

His prints and fluids are all over
her, probably the needle, too.

So he jams her into the unit,
hits heavy wash,

and hopes all the
evidence gets rinsed away.

And it did, too,
except for the semen inside.

I want a sample
for DNA testing.

Absolutely.

Nicotine was
the cause of death?

Yup.

Finally.
Finally.

Finally what?

A birth control implant?

In her arm.
You knew nothing about it?

No.

According to Marcia, the only thing
she even cuddled up to was her china.

She made it very clear to me that
she didn't even have a sex life.

Then she was lying to you.

She was using you, Jill.

What? Can I explain
when I have more time?

We got to get going.

One more thing.

I just wanted to apologize for
the Marcia Banks' records thing,

you know.

I wasn't thinking.

Oh, you were thinking, Jimmy.

That was the problem.
You made a choice.

You decided that your job was
more important than my job.

Look, I made a mistake.
But you made a choice, too.

You told me for a fact
that Mike Caton was innocent.

I didn't tell you how I knew.

You knew I'd figure it out.

You pointed me
at Marcia Banks.

I tried to help you
as well as an innocent man.

You took what I knew.
You betrayed me with it.

So, don't
just stand there and...

It's exactly the reason I'm
standing here telling you I'm sorry.

(POLICE SIREN BLARING)

Can you send Melanie out,
please?

Sure.

Melanie.

Did I break another law?

Look, Melanie, I ain't forgiving
you for what you did totally.

But I...

I can't deny

that it's been a long time since
I've felt anything for anybody,

like whatever it is
I'm feeling for you.

Sort of.

Did you have that
written down?

What I mean, Melanie, is that,
even though I don't approve,

I like you.

And you and me,
maybe if you stuck around Rome, you know.

A little...
I can't, Kenny.

What I'm saying is
we feel stuff for each other.

I know.

The problem is, I see myself
through other people's eyes.

And through yours,
no matter how much you feel,

I'll always see myself
like I was the other night.

But I'm telling you
I think I can forgive that.

Yeah. That's the difference
between us.

I can't.

Don't, Melanie.
Don't get on that bus.

You're quite a man,
Officer Lacos.

You really are.

Good-bye.

This is crazy.
Are you gonna arrest me every day?

No, this'll be the last time.

Sit.

You got to be kidding.

Marcia Banks
has already confessed to...

You and Marcia Banks
were lovers.

You planned the murder to make
it look like a heart attack.

But when we began to suspect
otherwise, you switched to Plan B,

Marcia confesses,
throwing us off the track.

That's nuts.
No, extremely clever.

Marcia confides in Jill, knowing her
conscience could never sit still.

She'd never let
an innocent man go to jail.

She'd have to tell Jimmy
you were innocent.

And since a confession
is patient-doctor privilege,

it can't be used against her.

You both go free.

It amazes me how you failed
the bar four times, Mike.

You had the law
down cold on this one.

The only thing I remember about
law school is burden of proof.

And with Marcia's confession
already on the books,

I know I've got
reasonable doubt.

With Phil's murder maybe,
but with Marcia, it was no suicide.

And you killed her, too.

We scared her and she was gonna
crack, and that scared you.

So you shot her up
with nicotine

and stuffed her
in the dishwasher.

You're gonna have a lot of fun
proving that.

Well, you helped us with that.

We found semen in her,
DNA traced right back to you.

Okay.

Okay, I guess

it's over then.

Mike.
Shut up!

Shut up! Drop your gun
on the floor!

This isn't gonna work.

(GUN FIRING)

Drop your gun on the floor!

Okay.

I'm walking out of here.

You follow me, I'll kill her.
You hear me, Brock?

I'll kill her. So you stay
right where you are!

Mike...
Shut up!

Drop it. I'll kill her.
I'll kill you.

I'm having a bad day
and I'm a good shot.

Drop it, now! Or she's dead!

Kenny!
Now!

I'm gonna count to five,
then I'll shoot. One.

Kenny!
I'll kill her!

Two, five!

I'm lousy at math,
good at guns.

Take a cuff there.

Does this mean I'm forgiven?

No.

You just get a grace period
when you're shot at.

Good, they're even hugging.
This will be easy.

If they're already hugging,
then what's the point?

Just get in there, Matthew,
you're on bass.

But I don't want any of that
"ends justify means" crap.

What you did to me was wrong.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(KIDS SINGING BLUEBERRY HILL)

We got to get rid
of those lunatics.

Yeah, but not while
they're playing our song.

But right after. Immediately.

They're as good as gone.

♪ Where I found you

♪ The moon stood still

♪ On blueberry hill

♪ And lingered until

♪ My dreams came true

♪ The wind
in the willow played

♪ Love's sweet melody ♪