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No.

Don't go.

Let her cry.

You can do this.

No, I can't.

I really can't.

Yes, you remember
what the doctor said:

three minutes.

She's got to get over
her separation anxiety.

Can't believe I have to go back
to work tomorrow,

and she's not even sleeping
through the night yet.

So don't work.

Stay home, live large.

Live large on what?

I don't know.

Cut a few corners,

I think we can get
by on what I make.

I want to be a mommy,
and I want to work.

I want everything.

Oh, boy.

Oh, God.

Listen to her.
This is torture.

This is torture.
Three minutes.

Jack, come on.
I can't just let her cry.

I'm a weakling.

I'm weak.

I love her too much.

Welcome back.
Thanks.

So how was
maternity leave?

Great. Fantastic.

Way too short.

Short?

You took off 12 whole weeks.

I wasn't exactly
lounging on the beach, Maureen.

Hey. How's the kid?

Oh, she's so great.
She's so beautiful.

She's almost 13 pounds.

Do you know Molly McNeil?
She lives about

six blocks from here;
she's married, has two kids.

No, I don't think so.

Good, no conflict
of interest.

You've been drafted.
You're up to bat.

Whoa, whoa, wait.
What's she accused of?

She tried to burn her house down

with her kids in it.

OFFICER:
Close two.

ANNABETH:
Mrs. McNeil admits starting the fire,

but she told Detective Drummer
it was an accident.

Like she accidentally poured
paint thinner all over

the house,
and then-- whoops--

lit a match,
hit a gas line, boom.

( sighs )
With her kids locked inside?

STEVE:
Quite a neighbor you got there.

Real Samaritan.

How old are
the children?

The boy's ten; the girl's eight.

They were both treated
for smoke inhalation,

second-degree burns, but...
nobody's critical, thank God.

ANNABETH:
They're in the hospital?

No, they're with their dad.

Where was he during the fire?

Daddy went to work.

Mommy played with matches.

MAUREEN:
My guess is she wanted to kill herself and decided

the kids would be
better off dead

than living without her.
I don't care how depressed or stoned

or whatever she was.

Nobody has a right to do this to
kids, especially their mother.

This is easily 25 years.

You were right:
she's perfect for this.

I want a mother

in front of
the judge today. No, you want me

on this case
because I'm a great prosecutor.

And I happen to have a baby.

Speaking of which...

I need a little party fridge
installed in my office, okay?

Party fridge?

For breast milk.

( groans )
Do we really need to talk about this?

See, it's either that,
or I keep my breast milk

in the big fridge
in the coffee room.

All right, why don't
you talk to Maureen,

see what she can do for you.
That's another thing.

I don't want to
report to Maureen.

Well, that's a little bit
of a problem

'cause she's your boss now.

You report to her;

she reports to me.

Why did she get promoted
instead of me?

Because she's
better qualified.

( scoffs )
At what? Kissing your butt?

Among other things.

I take three months'
maternity leave,

and she gets my promotion?

That's discrimination.

No, that's reality,
Annabeth.

Do you really want
to spend your weekends

filling out timesheets
and filing appeals,

or do you want to spend it
with your family?

You can't have
it both ways.

JUDGE:
Next case.

Arson, two counts
of attempted murder,

and child neglect.

Mrs. McNeil, do you understand

the charges against you?

Mrs. McNeil?

I want to see my kids.

The people ask

for a bond
of $2 million, Your Honor.

That's $1 million per child.

I think their lives
are worth at least that.

MAN:
Excuse me...

can I talk to you
for a minute?

I'm Molly McNeil's husband.

Mr. McNeil, I know this is a
difficult time for your family,

but I need to interview
your children about the fire.

I don't understand
why this is happening.

I told the police I don't
want to press charges.

My wife does not
belong in jail.

Well, if you'll schedule a time

to bring the kids by my office,

I'll take their statements,
and we'll sort this all out.

You people have this
completely wrong.

The fire was an accident.

My wife would never do
anything to hurt our kids.

MR. McNEIL:
She's a good mom.

Hey.

Hello.

WOMAN:
Your baby's fine.

She drank her bottle.
There's nothing to worry about.

So you think
she's adjusting okay?

She's right here.
Want to talk?

Yeah. Yeah. Put her on.

ANNABETH ( over phone ):
Hi, baby.

Hi, Hayley.

It's Mommy.

( laughing ):
Hi.

Oh, that sure got a smile.

She sure knows your voice.

God, I didn't know
it was even possible

to miss someone this much.

I think this is harder on you
than it is on her.

( knocking )
Pam, I got to go.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Knock-knock.

Who's there?
Molly McNeil's PD.

You want to buy a plea bargain?

Jeffrey, I would love
to buy a plea bargain,

as long as your client spends
the next two decades in jail.

That's a little harsh,
don't you think? I think trying

to burn your children
alive is a little harsh.

As far as I'm concerned,
take her off suicide watch.

Look, she'll cop to lesser
charges and willingly cooperate

with the investigation if you
just let her see her kids.

No.
What do you mean "no"?

I mean no-- she just
tried to kill them.

She's not gonna see them.

There's extenuating
circumstances.

Jeffrey, this is
the ladies' room.

Hi, honey.

( groans )
What a day.

Steve gave that suck-up Maureen
my promotion, and...

I miss our baby so bad,
I can't even breathe.

How are you?

I got to meet the architect at
5:30, go over some blueprints

and put together a bid.
5:30 tonight?

At 5:30 tonight?

Yeah, can you pick the baby up,

or you just want me
to pick her up after that?

No. Yes. No.

Yes, yes.
I can do this.

Uh, I'll pick her up.

Just, uh, call Pam, and tell her
I'll be there by 6:00, okay?

Love you.
I love you, too.

Okay...

Okay.

I can do this. I can do this.
I can do this.

Are you crying?

No.

Your face is wet.

That's because I'm washing it.

Look, Maureen, I'm fine, okay?

It's just that my hormones
are raging right now,

probably due to the fact
that I'm breastfeeding.

And I didn't mean
that thing

about you being a suck-up.

That was... that was...

that was my
hormones talking.

Mm-hmm.

Well, if there's anything
you or your hormones

want to talk about,
I'm all ears, honey.

Oh, crap.

Yes, Jeffrey?

Once you've heard
Mrs. McNeil's side of the story,

you're going to want
to reduce the charges.

I already know her side
of the story.

She's in jail.
She wants out. The end.

Come on. Don't be such
a hard-ass.

She'll tell you everything--
full confession.

Just let her see her kids.

Look, I have to pick up my kid
from the sitter's in an hour.

I... I need to go home,
fix dinner, do laundry...

Annabeth, just keep
an open mind.

That's all I'm asking.

This better be good.

Because, you know where
I'm at right now?

In a happy place?

MRS. McNEIL:
I didn't set my house on fire to hurt my children.

I lit that fire because
it was the only way out.

My husband is abusive.

He abused me and the children
and he locked us in the house.

You could have gone
to a shelter.

You don't understand.

The doors were locked.

We couldn't go anywhere.

We couldn't get out.

You mean, he literally locked
you inside the house?

He put locks

on all the doors
and windows.

He got a special security system
installed

and he locked us all in.

For how long?

Two years.

Your husband kept you locked
in the house for two years?

At first, I thought Curt would
change his mind and soften.

But it just got worse.

Why didn't you tell someone?

Why didn't you call for help?

A, uh, support group,
a hotline...

Why didn't you call the police?

Curt ripped the phones
out a long time ago.

And nobody knew?

What about your neighbors?

What about your family
and friends?

I'm worried about what he'll do
to the children

if I'm not there.

( sobbing ):
Oh, God, you...

please help me.

Please,
you have...

you have to protect
my kids.

You can punish me
any way you want,

But I don't want any more harm
done to them.

The defendant claims
she was held prisoner here.

That's why she committed
the arson.

MAN:
Prisoner? In this neighborhood?

I don't think so.

That's her story.

Let's prove her wrong.

MAN:
The fire started upstairs.

An accelerant, paint thinner,

was poured all over
the master bedroom

and sloshed out
into the hallway.

Which speaks to a crime
of passion.

Glass doesn't melt like this,
does it?

No.

Somebody replaced every single
windowpane in this house

with unbreakable Plexiglas.

Well, that wasn't done
in passion.

The frames have been

screwed shut, too.

MAN:
Mrs. McNeil was telling the truth

about the phones.

There are no phones.

There's also
no toys, no games.

What did these kids
play with?

All these folks had a
state-of-the-art alarm system,

I can tell you that.

Makes sense. Mr. McNeil owns
a security firm, right?

There's security
and there's security.

I mean this guy's put
double-lock dead bolts

on all the doors.

Check this out.

Key on both sides.

So you need a key to get in
and a key to get out.

Same kind of lock
you use in a jail.

This is where Mrs. McNeil and
her kids were during the fire.

Yeah. They escaped
through this window.

Firemen had to pry
the bars off.

The creeps don't scare me.

It's the so-called decent guys.

You know, the ones who go to
church and join the Rotary Club

while they hide in plain sight.

They're the ones who scare me.

I mean, if this guy
actually did this...

I mean, if he locked
his family in this house

for two years,

somebody had to know.

I got to go talk to the kids.

MR. McNEIL:
I'm not, uh, real comfortable with this.

Mr. McNeil, I assure you

it's standard procedure
to interview witnesses alone.

They're not witnesses.
They're children.

They're just...
they're little kids. They're scared.

That's why Mrs. Morgan
is here.

She's a child psychologist.

They don't need therapy.

They need their mother
released from jail.

The sooner you let us do our
job, the sooner that'll happen.

We'll be right up
the hall, okay?

MORGAN:
Why don't you come with me, sweetie.

You know, they're...
they're shy with strangers.

I mean, they'll be a whole lot
more helpful if I'm with them.

Come on, Sonny.

Mother, it's me.

I need your help.

MORGAN:
You and your brother don't go to school?

Mommy teaches us at home...

but just reading
'cause she's no good at math.

Does your mother have keys?

Can she leave when she wants to?

Does your mother stay
inside all the time, too?

Doesn't she go out
to get the mail

or go to the grocery store?

No, ma'am, 'cause she
don't have the keys.

Daddy keeps all the keys.

And no one's allowed
to touch them,

but him or else he'll get mad.

MORGAN:
What does he do when he gets mad?

He locks us in our rooms
or takes us down to the cellar.

Katie,

what happens in the cellar?

All right.

This little Q&A session is over.

You are not to ask this child

another question.

I am representing her
and her entire family

and I want you to destroy
this tape in my presence.

You got here just
in time, Doug.

'Cause I'm about to charge
Mr. McNeil with child abuse,

unlawful imprisonment
and torture.

This is insane!

All I did was put locks
on my doors!

I have a right to protect
my wife and my family!

Mr. McNeil, not
another word now. I don't believe this!

I will have you out

of here this afternoon.
You're out of your mind!

Shut your mouth, now!

I'm curious to know
if our detainment facilities are up to your standards.

There you are.

I just need to let
you guys know,

I just dropped all the charges
against Molly McNeil

and arrested her husband.

MAUREEN:
Are you crazy?

The woman tried to burn down
her house with her kids in it.

Because she was trying
to save her kids.

By burning them alive?

Her husband kept them
locked up like animals.

You're never going
to make this case--

not against Hellman
you're not.

Yesterday,
we charged Mrs. McNeil

with arson and two counts
of attempted murder,

and today
we arrested her husband?

How am I going to explain
that to the press?

You can tell the jury pool

that Mr. McNeil

tortured his family
in the time-honored traditions

of domestic violence:

abuse, isolation,

humiliation, control.

Well, unless you want to blow

that perfect little conviction
record you're so proud of,

you better have credible victims

and physical proof.

I do and I will.

I still need to speak
to the press.

And you haven't answered
my question.

You tell them,
as far as I'm concerned,

that son of a bitch
as good as lit the match.

Sorry I'm late.

Did you feed the baby?

No, I thought she needed
to lose some weight.

Yes, I fed the baby.

I changed her diaper.

Oh, sweet pea.

Oh, honey, honey.

Oh, honey, honey, honey.

What are you so
fussy about, huh?

She's mad at me.

She's not mad
at you.

She just has
a little gas.

Pizza or Chinese?

What are you looking at?

Oh, hey.

Here you go.

Oh, good morning.

You doing all right?

Thank you.
Yes, she is.

Bye, sweetheart.

ANNABETH:
Trials don't happen in the courtroom.

They happen during depositions.

I'm going to tape this
so we can study it

and make you as bulletproof
as we possibly can.

Molly, tell me about the first
time your husband abused you.

It was August of 1995.

He hit me, and then he locked me
in the bedroom for two days

because he thought
I was flirting with another man.

Why didn't you leave him then?

Because I was pregnant
with Sonny.

I didn't have
anywhere else to go.

He tied me up.

He shut me in a closet.

He threatened to put me
in a cage.

He said that...

( sobbing ):
no one would ever love me but him.

No one would ever want me.

And...

and he always, always,
always apologized.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Don't volunteer
anything.

Don't ramble.
Don't cry.

And if I don't know
the answer,

just look at you.

What are you going
to do today?

We're going
to nail him.

Mm-hmm.

What is he doing here?

I have a right to
confer with my client.

No, we have a restraining order
against him.

You damn well know it.

Get him out of
here right now! Molly...

Don't say a word to her.

Don't even look at her.

Mrs. McNeil, I want
to apologize for an uncomfortable,

but purely unintentional
coincidence...

The judge is going

to hear about this.
I'm filing a complaint

against you
with the Ethics Committee.

Well, in the meantime,

would either of you ladies
like a coffee or a tea

or sparkling water?

Are you okay?

Now, you claim

that your husband sometimes
locked the door

and that you were
literally trapped

in a long-term abusive
relationship.

Yet, in all these years,

during the course
of a decade,

there's no record of you
ever making a trip

to the emergency room,

no broken bones, no bruises,
no police report...

nothing.

What's your question,
Mr. Hellman?

How many times
did your husband supposedly abuse you

during the course
of this marriage?

Did he ever beat you
at all?

I don't remember.

Was he ever abusive
to the children?

I don't remember.

Did he ever restrain you
in any...

We need a recess...

now.

You are under oath.

Saying you don't remember
is a lie.

I can't do this.

Molly, I know this isn't easy.

I know how afraid
you must feel.

Look, Hellman's a bastard
and I hate that he's trying

to manipulate us,
but Molly, you can't walk away from this case.

You have to trust me.
How can I?

You promised that
I wouldn't have to see Curt.

You promised
to protect me.

Molly, please.
Please.

Just forget it.

Forget the whole thing.

Excuse me, ladies, are we going
to continue this or not?

Hold on.

Annabeth, you have 24
other cases in backlog

and this one has turned
into a dog.

It's not a total dog.
I've got alternate strategies.

It'sot four legs,

it's hairy, it stinks
and this one ain't even housebroken.

I'll put the kids
on the stand.

Not without their mother's
permission you won't.

Then I'll get a subpoena
and go around her.

A judge will
never grant it.

Look, you can't shut
this down, Maureen.

Please.

I never got to question the boy.
He's a material witness.

If a mother won't testify,

she's not going
to let her kid testify either.

Then I'll find other witnesses.

I will do whatever
I have to do,

but I am not going
to let Curt McNeil walk away

from this scot-free,

or the next time
we see his wife and kids,

it'll be in the morgue!

Annabeth,
listen to me!

You have got
to stop making decisions

with your hormones
or your emotions

or whatever else it is
you're not thinking with

and start thinking
like a prosecutor again.

You know, I made a choice
to have a family.

And you made a choice
to make this career your family.

I don't judge you for that
and don't you dare judge me.

I know you don't like reporting
to me,

but you're going
to have to get used to it.

No, what I don't like
is being doubted

and badgered
at every turn.

We need to track down
their doctors, teachers,

preachers, family members,
coworkers,

anyone who might have seen

rope burns or bruises
and broken bones.

What about
phone records?

Mr. McNeil ripped the phones off
the wall years ago.

But they had
a phone before that, right?

So let's go back
and search their records. Good.

I'll get a warrant
for McNeil's cell

and work phone
records, too.

And have your guys go over
the crime scene again.

Got it.

I quit smoking 352 days ago,
Tom--

the minute I found out
I was pregnant.

And you know what
I want right now?

What I would kill for?

I'm guessing a cigarette.

No.

A corroborating witness.

Look, I gave you a court order
yesterday.

I need his cell phone records
now.

I also need the phone records

from their home address
for the past five years.

Yes, I delivered
Mrs. McNeil's children,

but I certainly didn't see
any signs of abuse

or I would have
reported it.

Nobody's accusing you
of underreporting.

But my insurance is high enough
as it is.

I don't need this.

Molly's not stupid.
She wants custody of the kids.

And she's using you
people to get it.

WOMAN:
Curt just controlled her.

First, he cut my
daughter off from her friends,

then he cut out
her family.

It's all about his family,
especially his mother.

Did you ever see Curt hit Molly
or your grandchildren?

I saw bruises,
I'll tell you that.

I begged Molly
to leave him,

but she wouldn't listen to me.

After that,
I never saw her again.

I called and I called,

but Curt wouldn't let
me talk to her.

Now she don't even have a phone.

Would you be willing to testify
in your daughter's behalf?

Like I said, I ain't seen her
in years.

I wouldn't be helpful.

Molly was trash
when Curt married her

and she's trash now.

Do you know that she got
pregnant on purpose?

She trapped my son
into marriage.

But we took her in.

We, we embraced that girl
despite all her problems.

So, all these accusations,
everything Molly said is a lie?

My daughter-in-law
is mentally unstable. We've...

we've known for years
she needed help.

Mrs. McNeil, how often do
you see your grandchildren?

Whenever I want.

And do they come here
to your house?

Oh, good Lord,
all the time.

And you visit their house?

All the time.

Do, do you believe for a second
that I would let anyone...

anyone hurt my grandchildren?

Curt has never raised a finger
to those kids.

How did he punish them?

Just like I raised him.

My philosophy is that you
confront every problem head-on.

When Curt and his brother
talked back,

they were sent
to their rooms without supper.

Curt was afraid of the dark, so
I made him sleep in the cellar.

You don't have to spank
to get your point across.

So, you ready to drop
all the charges now?

Juries love physical evidence.

The Plexiglas windows,
the double-bolt locks...

Two and a half years ago,

there was a burglary
in the neighborhood

and my client added
extra security measures.

It might have been nice
if he'd given a key to his wife.

She says she doesn't
have a key.

Can you prove that?
Her daughter said...

Look, I don't care
what her daughter said.

The kids ain't testifying.
You're not getting that.

Look, I've seen your case.

You've seen mine.
You got nothing.

Really want to take this
to trial?

Hmm?

Five years felony time,
no parole.

Five years for what?

You don't have a case!

I'm just getting
started.

You don't think
I'll be ready in court?

Oh, okay, okay, fine.

Be my guest.

More billable hours for me.

My whole case is falling apart.

You'll pull it together.

I've barely seen you
or the baby for days.

It's all been
for nothing.

Maureen is right:
I've turned into a terrible lawyer.

You're a great lawyer.

Kate, Maureen couldn't carry
your jockstrap.

I'm going to try taking that
image right out of my mind.

Hello.

Oh, hey, it's, uh, Lou.

Is it too late to be calling?

What's up?

I just got the transcript
of a 911 call

placed from the McNeil residence

four and a half years ago.

I think you should see this.

What does it say?

DRUMMER:
Check it out.

ANNABETH:
Okay. Meet me at Molly's motel room.

What are you doing here?

We need to talk
about the 911 call

that was placed from your house
four years ago.

I never called 911.

Molly, your son called for help.

Your little boy called 911.

That never happened.

Do you want me to read you
the transcript?

Look, it was
a prank call, okay?

It didn't mean anything.

You're violating
your restraining order.

I'm not violating anything.

My wife invited me here.

I need to talk to Sonny.

I just told you that
that call was a joke.

The kids are going
to sleep.

Was your son joking when he told
the emergency operator,

"My daddy is hurting Mommy
again. Please send the police"?

Shut up, okay?
Just shut up.

"I'm scared Daddy's going
to kill us all"?

Do you remember
making that call?

MOLLY:
Please don't do this.

You know what?
That was years ago.

He didn't know
what he was saying.

Yeah? Well, right now,
there's a restraining order

that says you're not allowed
to come within 500 feet

of these kids or your wife.

I think I've shown
tremendous restraint with you.

I'm not going anywhere
and neither is my family.

This is Assistant District
Attorney Annabeth Chase.

I need to report
the violation of a court order...

You want restraint?

I'll show you restraint.

Curt, please.
Please don't do this.

Daddy, please don't.

I know where you live.

I know you have a baby.

Is this the part
where I'm supposed

to get scared
and start crying?

Pack your stuff.

I'm taking the kids
out of here right now.

You're an adult;
you have a choice,

but these kids are not going
back with their father.

All right, Mr. McNeil,
I'm going to need you to turn around

and put your hands
up against that wall.

I want to talk to my lawyer.

Yeah, well, you talking
to me right now.

Curt, please.
You don't understand.

Curt didn't mean
anything.

He... he's just trying
to keep our family together.

No, he's trying to stop you
from sending him to jail.

Molly, have you erased
everything that's happened?

You guys okay?

If I tell you
what really happened

the day of the fire...

will you put my daddy in jail?

You bet I will.

I'll keep you safe, Hayley.

All rise.

The people call
Curtis McNeil, Jr. to the stand.

Your Honor, may I approach
the bench?

Your Honor, you cannot allow
this boy to testify.

I have not deposed him yet.

He just came forward.

We haven't deposed either,
Your Honor...

This is clearly a violation
of the rules of discovery.

He was an eyewitness
to what went on in that house.

If you allow this,
you're gift-wrapping my appeal.

Now I'm curious.

Let's see
what he has to say.

Sonny, tell me about the day
your house caught on fire

and there was no way
to call for help.

Who started the fire?

I did.

Why did you set
your house on fire?

Because we were trapped inside

and I thought
somebody might save us.

Why were you trapped inside?

Because my daddy locked me, my
sister and Mom inside the house

for a really long time
and nailed the windows shut.

And he said he'd kill us
if we tried to leave.

How long did your daddy lock you
inside the house?

Since I was eight.

And you're ten years old now?

Yeah.

So you were locked in the house
for two years.

Nobody could come in
and nobody could leave?

Except for Daddy.

He had the keys.

Is your father in court today?

Yes.

Could you point him out to us,
please?

Do I have to?

Yes.

Why are your eyes closed?

'Cause I'm scared
what he'll do to me

for telling the truth on him.

ANNABETH:
Okay.

Let's go back to the day
of the fire.

I... I got up early and I took
Daddy's keys off the hook.

Me and my sister
snuck outside to play.

When Daddy caught us,

he gave me a whipping

and he drug Mommy down
to the basement

for letting me touch his keys.

I could hear Mommy
screaming and crying,

but I couldn't stop him.

I just wanted to play outside.

Sonny...

What did he do to your mom
in the basement?

He put the collar
on her.

The collar?

My daddy says,
"When a dog misbehaves,

you have to chain the bitch up."

After Daddy went to work,

I got into his toolbox.

It took us all morning
to cut Mommy loose.

And then...

and then I went upstairs
and I lit his bedroom on fire.

Why?

Because I wanted the firemen
to come and save us...

or else we would die.

But either way...

it would be over.

You're a brave boy, Sonny.

Thank you
for telling the truth.

Mr. Hellman.

Yes, we, uh, waive cross
for now, Your Honor.

We reserve the right

to cross later.

May we meet
in your chambers, sir?

Now you realize
that every bit of testimony

you've just heard
is inadmissible!

Because?

Because I intend
to file an appeal

the minute the verdict comes in.

This boy was obviously coached.

If you're finished posturing,
I'm curious to know how

you'd like to proceed.

We accept the State's
settlement offer.

That was last week.

That offer's no longer
on the table.

Five years is a perfectly
reasonable...

Look at these pictures,
Mr. Hellman.

Do you want the jury
to see what Mrs. McNeil

and her children went through?
Look at them.

Your client serves
40 years...

Oh, don't be greedy.

Do you want me to put
the little girl on the stand?

Ten years.

40.

15.

You will burn in hell for this.

I've already been there.

MAUREEN:
Nice work. 25 years.

Thank you.

I know you think
I'm married to my job,

and you're right.

But I know from experience

that there is no harder job
in the world

than being a working mom.

Wait.

Wait, Maureen.

Maureen?

How do you know that?

About being a mom and all?

You won.

Go home.

Go see your family.

Jack?

Honey.

Wake up. Wake up.

What?

Do you realize

what just happened?

We had sex and I missed it?

Listen.

Listen to how quiet it is.

Our baby just slept
through the night.

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