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Thank you.

I can't believe Alexander

doesn't want to see us.

I know he's angry
but we're his parents.

We always thought Alexander
was the good son.

It must have been hard
to live up to.

You're right.

Was the salmon
not to your liking?

It's fine. I'm just not hungry.

And your veal, sir?

Uh, I'm sure
it's delicious, but...

Could I bring you
something else perhaps?

- Just the check, please.
- Very well.

By the way...

you look sensational.

That's sweet of you, Douglas.

For a change, right?

That's not what I meant.

Brackman: But it's the truth.

We really put each other
through a lot.

The infidelities,
the counter-infidelities,

the back-biting,
the name-calling,

the public tantrums.

You want to hear
something strange?

Those fights in public
always aroused me sexually.

Really?

Still, somehow
we managed to put

punishing each other
ahead of everything else,

including our kids.

And I couldn't tell you
why any of it happened.

- Maybe it's time we found out.
- Yeah.

It means we're going to have
to be honest with ourselves,

and honest with each other
and our kids.

That'll be a new experience
for everyone.

I've been lonely, Sheila.
I miss my family.

Your waiter tells me
you do not like the cuisine.

No, we're just not hungry.

If you are not going
to eat my food,

which I have
so carefully prepared,

please don't compound
the insult

by refusing to tell me why.

Look, I don't want
to argue about this.

Chef: You Americans.

"I don't want to argue.
I'm not hungry."

If a Frenchman
didn't like the food,

he would have the courage
to spit it in my face.

Is that what you would like,
Monsieur?

Would you like me
to expectorate in your face?

Qu'est quec'est expectorate?

[spits] That's it!
Pay your bill and get out.

With pleasure,
you self-important,

bidet-straddling,
little escargot.

Douglas, you're making me hot.

- I am?
- Take me home. Now.

Not before you pay your bill.

You want me to pay your bill?
I'll pay your bill.

[indistinct chatter]

Let's get out of here.

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What a morning!
Did you see Mount Baldy?

- It was crystal clear.
- My, my.

We're in a good mood
this morning.

And why not? Life is good.

First up, Tommy Mullaney heads
for Palm Springs today.

Rough life.

Mullaney: Hey,
I ain't playin' golf,

I'm doing a murder trial
in Indio.

Lust, greed, and three-quarter
of a million in missing loot.

I can't wait for the paperback.

Mullaney: The only thing
it doesn't have is a body.

You got a murder trial
for no body?

- You'll get him off easy.
- Actually, I'm prosecuting.

Kelsey: Prosecuting?
Van Owen: How's that?

The District Attorney
of Riverside County

has hired Tommy
as a special prosecutor.

He's an old pal,
we did six years together

in the San Francisco
D.A.'s office.

And his staff is pretty green
and this is gonna be tricky,

so he asked me to step in.

Good luck, next,
McConnell versus Devries.

This is the, uh,
the May-December romance?

Yeah, more like
May-December of next year.

He's 41, she's seventy-two.

After they got married
last year,

he took over
her financial affairs,

and now her yuppie daughter

is petitioning
for conservatorship

of her
four-million-dollar estate.

On what grounds?

Becker: Well, the mother
has Alzheimer's.

Uh, she's still composmentis,
but there's no question

that she will need
a conservator.

She wants it to be her husband.

And lastly, U.S. government
versus Casanova Condoms.

I turned that down
three days ago.

Why is it still on the agenda?

Uh, [stutters] I took it.

I-- I think
it's a very important case.

The, uh, U.S. Customs Service
seized a shipment

of five million condoms
that were shipped

from Casanova's
overseas manufacture.

- They said they were obscene.
- Obscene condoms?

Yeah, the design features
the, uh, the American flag.

And this particular model
is called "The Patriot."

- That's profane.
- Good Lord.

I think it's okay to use
as long as you fold it

after you take it off the pole.

And don't let it touch
the ground.

I-- it's okay to joke,
but I think there's

a very important
First Amendment issue here.

That's right, it's our flag
and we should respect it,

wherever it's hung, so to speak.

Before this degenerates
any further, we're adjourned.

[sighs]

[telephone ringing]

[indistinct chatter]

Hi.

Hi. I had a great time
Saturday.

So did I. Are you busy tonight?

Big Daddy is playing
in Santa Monica.

- I can be coerced.
Kittredge: Good.

I'll pick you up at 7:00.

[telephone ringing]

Big Daddy?

Fifties retro group.
They're great.

So, is this getting serious?

Oh, serious isn't the word
for Frank.

He might look
like the Angel of Death,

but he's actually got
a pretty...

wonky sense of humor.

You didn't answer the question.

No, it's not serious.
Serious gets messy.

Relax, I'm a big girl.

I know what I'm doing.

[indistinct chatter]

[telephone ringing]

They wouldn't budge?

No, Customs Inspector Dodek

isn't exactly flexible
on this issue.

Not only was he
a Korean War veteran,

but his uncle helped raise
the flag on Iwo Jima.

Butcher: Oh, this is a disaster.

I'm six weeks behind
on delivery

and my entire stock,
five million Patriots,

is stuck in some
government warehouse.

If I don't move them soon,
I'm outta business.

Don, I'm confident we're going
to win this thing.

Now, the hearing
on the preliminary injunction

is the day after tomorrow.

You could be shipping
the following day.

You'd think
with all the problems

in the world today,
AIDS, teen pregnancy,

they'd be more concerned
with those

than what's on a rubber.

[snaps]

Do you want to hear
something ironic?

What's that?

It's the best damn sheath
I ever made.

And I'm not just talking
visual impact.

[sighs] The stars?

They're raised,
ever so slightly,

for the added stimulation
of the female partner.

The stripes? Triple-ribbed.

- Maximum pleasure.
- No kidding.

I guess this puts the kibosh
on my Lady Liberty model.

The torch forms
a reservoir at the tip.

Ms. McConnell,
you never approved

of your mother's new husband,
did you?

If by that you mean
I've never believed

he was really in love with her,
you are right.

What do you know about love?

You've been divorced
three times.

Marion, please,
let me handle this.

Roger: Darling, maybe
you shouldn't be here.

It upsets you so.

No, if she's going to make
accusations,

she makes them to my face.

What exactly did Mr. Devries
do to make you feel this way?

For starters, he fired
her business manager

of 30 years
and replaced him with his.

Then they re-invested
all her blue-chip stock

in unstable commodities.

It's her money, isn't it?

My father worked very hard

for that money, Mr. Becker,

and she's letting that gigolo
throw it away.

Don't you talk about
my husband that way!

Why is that so hard
for you to accept?

Becker: And any money she loses

is less money
for you to inherit.

Isn't that what's really
bothering you, Ms. McConnell?

No, it's not!

She's not even
in my will anymore.

This is the only way
she can get to my money.

Ms. McConnell
would have no claim

to your money as conservator.

She is simply trying to protect
your own interests.

For God's sake, mother.
Can't you see through him?

Are you so far gone
you can't see what he is?

I was so lonely
after your father died.

I heard from you
and your brother

once, twice a month.

Roger is with me every morning
when I wake up,

and at night when I go to bed.

Maybe someday you'll understand
how something

so simple can mean so much.

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Six months I've been
busting ass prepping this case,

and at two seconds to midnight,

Howie calls
his old drinking buddy

and makes me second chair.

No, I'm serious.

Worse, I have to share
my office with this schmo.

Viv? I'll call you back.

- Tommy Mullaney?
- Uh-huh.

But schmo is fine.

Marcia Trafficante.

I've gone over the files
you sent.

I'm ready to go.

Look, about the...

This is my first murder.
I'm kind of attached to it.

Hey, Howie says
you're his top gun,

but you've only been
at this, what?

- Three years?
- Almost.

Took me five before I did
my first murder.

Second chairin' should be
a good experience for you.

First would be better.

Not if you aren't ready.

Or you're not planning
on doing that here?

I guess not.

On December 12th of last year,

Gary Lowery received
a phone call

from his wife Donna,

telling him she'd be working
late at the bank

where she was employed
as head teller.

Working with this man,
Ronald Price,

the branch manager.

Donna Lowery
has not been seen since.

Traces of her blood

were found
in Ronald Price's car

and there were other signs
of foul play,

but Donna's body
was never found.

That's because Ronald Price

made sure Donna's body
never would be found.

That was the key to his plan.

For on the same night
Ronald Price

killed Donna Lowery,

he also stole $750,000 dollars

from the bank
where they both worked.

He thought if he hid
her body well enough,

it would look like she ran off
with the money.

But... Ronald learned

that murder
is a messy business.

It's hard to kill someone

and not leave evidence
of your crime.

In the next few days,
you'll hear that evidence.

And after you do,
you'll find that that man

is a ruthless,
cold-blooded killer,

and that he murdered
Donna Lowery.

There was a plan to steal
$750,000

from the Bank of Palm Springs.

Donna Lowery's plan.

She used her position
as head teller

and her considerable wiles

to entrap Ronald Price
and set him up for her crime.

She stole that money.

And then to escape suspicion,
she faked her own death.

That's why no body
was ever found.

Because Donna Lowery
is still alive,

and no doubt living very well.

The prosecution's case
is entirely circumstantial

as you'll discover.

And once
that becomes apparent...

I'm confident there is no way
you can find my client

guilty of a murder
he didn't commit.

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, God,
Arnie's gonna pitch a fit.

He wanted me in early today.

He's really running you ragged

with the McConnell case,
isn't he?

You don't know the half of it.

I'd guess there's more
to a 40-year-old guy

married to an old lady
than meets the eye.

You'd be right.

I found a letter
he wrote to Marion

dated six months ago.

- What kind of letter?
Gwen: It's an apology.

Seems ol' Roger, in an effort
to prop up a failing business,

borrowed some money
from one of his wife's accounts

without her knowledge.

Have you seen my stockings?

They're under the night stand.

So, how much
did this guy embezzle?

Mm?

Oh, fifty thousand.

He was in New York
when she found out,

and he wrote her this letter,
promised never to do it again,

and she forgave him.

Sounds like a real sleaze.

Try telling that to Marion.

She says the incident is over
and done with,

and has nothing to do
with her future interests.

I don't suppose
the judge would agree.

[sighs]

So Arnie's sitting
on the letter.

I know, I don't like it either.

But what can he do?

I mean, what would you do?

Probably the same thing.

Oh, Frank.

[instrumental music]

The world isn't going to end
if you're a little bit late.

[moans]

[upbeat music]

Detective Nagy,
you were called to the scene

when Ronald Price
was found in his car

the night Donna Lowery
disappeared?

Yes, he was parked
on the old foothill road

about ten miles from town.

He was in the driver's seat
and appeared to be asleep.

Was there anything unusual
about Mr. Price's appearance?

Nagy: He was pretty beat up.

There were scratches
across his face and neck

like he'd been in a struggle,

and there was a deep
bite wound on his right arm.

The same bite wound that
forensic dental reports say

matched the pattern
of Donna Lowery's teeth?

Nagy: Yes.

Mullaney: Did you find
any evidence

of a struggle in the car?

Yes, I found three spots
of fresh blood

on the head cushion
of the passenger seat.

And did subsequent DNA tests,
stipulated to by the defense,

indicate whose blood this was?

Yes, it was
Donna Lowery's blood.

Detective, you subsequently
investigated the theft

of $750,000 from the bank

where both Mr. Price
and Mrs. Lowery worked.

Mm-hm.

Did you come up
with any suspects?

Nagy: We believe
it was an inside job.

Other employees had access
to the vault,

but they all checked out,

except for Ronald Price
and Donna Lowery.

And, in your opinion,

is Donna Lowery
a viable suspect?

Objection, the witness' opinion
is irrelevant.

Overruled.

The witness may answer
the question.

No, in my opinion,
Donna Lowery is dead.

Nothing further.

Detective... ever find
any of that stolen money?

- Not yet.
- And you have no body.

- How about a murder weapon?
- No, but the investigation--

Detective, you testified

that you found
Mr. Price unconscious.

Didn't a drug test later reveal
that he had traces

of the sedative Diazepam
in his body?

That's correct.

Clarke: And didn't you find
an empty beer can in his car

that also had traces
of Diazepam in it?

Yes, I did.

Clarke: Isn't it true
that Donna Lowery

had a prescription
for that same sedative?

We believe he drugged himself.

Clarke: But Donna Lowery

could have drugged him,
couldn't she?

She could have staged
this entire scene

to incriminate him.

It's possible.
Like one in a million.

Detective, when Mr. Price
regained consciousness,

did he say anything to you?

He said, "She stole my key."

Clarke: Isn't it true that
Mr. Price kept the only copy

of the key needed
to enter the vault area?

And this key
was indeed missing?

He didn't have
the key on him, but that--

Has this key
ever been recovered?

That doesn't mean anything.

He could've disposed of it
along with the body.

Thank you, detective.
Nothing further.

[instrumental music]

- Hey now.
- Jonathan.

- How are you doing?
- Alright.

This is Paul Gimbel, one
of the Mayor's special aides.

Jonathan Rollins.

Pleasure to meet you, Jonathan.

The pleasure's mine.
Have a seat.

So what's up, Naomi?

What's this all about?
Campaign contributions?

- In a way.
- Yeah?

Wyckoff: Did you ever meet
Art Middleman?

No, I never met him.

The councilman who dropped dead
of a heart attack?

- That's the one.
- I'm in his district.

I only knew him by reputation,
but I admired him.

Wyckoff: The City Council
still needs to appoint someone

to fill out Art's term.

And to maintain
the minority balance

on the Council,
they'd prefer another black

to fill Art's shoes.

Have you talked
to Howard Gabriel?

- Or John Perry?
Gimbel: No.

- But we're talking to you.
- Excuse me?

You made quite a splash

when you sued
the LAPD last year.

I settled that case, Naomi.

Exactly,
you were a tough critic.

- But not a fanatic.
- You can't be serious.

Wyckoff: It's a five-month
term.

We need someone
with a conscience,

someone that's responsive
to the needs of the community.

And if you like,
Art's seat comes up

for re-election in the fall.

Then you can run
in your own right.

I have absolutely
no legislative experience.

- Come on, you know that.
- Neither did Art.

When he ran for his first seat

back in '69.

He was just
a small businessman,

no political experience at all.

But he had guts, he had savvy.

And most of all he had a heart.

Like you, we hope.

Jonathan, you can have
a real future in this town.

We want to help you realize it.

[indistinct chatter]

Benny.

I thought
you were going to lunch.

I don't feel like it.

But it's a beautiful day.

Take advantage of it.

Did you go visit Sam
this weekend?

They've got him in a house
with a lot of other kids.

He doesn't even have
his own bedroom.

I'm sure they're taking
excellent care of him.

[telephone ringing]

I know it hurts, Benny.

All I can tell you is some day
it will hurt less.

I don't want it to.

Well, I'm afraid it does,
whether we want it to or not.

You don't hurt now like you did
when your mother died, do you?

- No.
- We all lose people, Benny.

But if we're lucky,
we find others.

They're not replacements,
just additions.

I don't want to stop
missing Sam.

You won't.

You'll just learn
to live with it.

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

[paper rustling]

Mr. Lowery,

when was this picture
of your wife taken?

Last summer.

On our vacation in Hawaii.

So, it was around the same time

that Donna started to get
harassing phone calls

from Ronald Price?

Yes, he'd call at all hours.

He was obsessed with the idea

of having a relationship
with her.

Donna got so scared,
she was afraid

to pick up the phone.

Well, did you and Donna

press charges against Mr. Price?

We threatened to, but he...

he promised to stop calling

and begged us
not to tell anyone.

He said it would ruin
his career.

That's why he killed her.
Because she rejected him.

Objection. Move to strike.

Judge Lofgren: Mr. Lowery.

The jury will disregard
that last statement.

Just one more question,
Mr. Lowery.

When was the last time
you spoke to Donna?

It was about 6 o'clock...

on the night she...

she disappeared.

She called to tell me she'd be
working late at the bank.

With him.

She wasn't happy about it.

Mullaney: Thank you.
Nothing further.

From your description,
I can see how your wife

would be traumatized
by those phone calls.

Such a sweet, innocent girl.

[indistinct chatter]

Clarke: Mr. Lowery,
do you recognize

this picture of your wife?

When you first met Donna,
she was a stripper

at a club you owned, wasn't she?

That was a long time ago.

To your knowledge,
how many affairs

did your wife have?

I don't know... a couple.

[Clarke laughs] There were more
than a couple, weren't there?

A bartender at your restaurant,

your ex-business partner,
a neighbor.

Donna picked men up
all the time, didn't she?

No. She wasn't like that.

Clarke: Didn't she state
publicly she wanted a divorce?

That was just talk.
We had a fight.

Oh, come on, your marriage
was a sham, wasn't it?

She thought you were a loser
and she wanted out.

Lowery: No! We had
our problems, yes.

But my wife loved me.

And I loved her.

Maybe, or maybe she's off

on some beach
with a new boyfriend

and seven hundred
and fifty thousand dollars.

- Objection!
- Move to strike.

Withdrawn.
No further questions.

How could you not know
she was a stripper?

Lowery told me she was
a waitress, why would he lie?

And the employment records
checked out.

Well, you have to dig a little.

You have to ask
the right questions.

What more do you want me to do?

Instead of waiting
for something

to happen, make it happen.

Maybe Price bought a shovel.
Maybe he bought a gun.

Dig deeper. Find something.

[indistinct chatter]

- Thanks for that tip.
- You're welcome!

[sighs]

[instrumental music]

Mr. Price...

why did you make
those phone calls

to Donna Lowery last year?

I was obsessed with her.

We'd been having an affair.

[indistinct chatter]

Clarke: How long
had this affair lasted?

Three wonderful weeks.

Then she called it off.
I didn't want to let go.

You see, Donna knew the power
that she had over me.

That's why I was
the perfect sap for her plan.

That's opinion, not fact.

- Move to strike.
- Motion granted.

Clarke: What happened
on the night she disappeared?

Price: We both worked late,
as we often did.

After the other employees left,

Donna asked me if I wanted
to go for a drive.

I couldn't believe
she was being so friendly.

So, you went for a drive
together in your car?

Price: Yes, but before we left,

she took a couple cans of beer

from a cooler that she had
in the trunk of her car.

Once we were driving,
she began to kiss me,

and... touch me.

Where did you drive to?

She suggested
the Old Foothill Road.

She said... we'd have lots
of privacy there.

On the way, we drank the beer.

I remember thinking
that mine tasted funny,

but Donna insisted
that I finish it.

What happened next?

We got there and we made love.

Donna's way.

Furiously.

She raked her fingernails
across my neck and face.

And I remember noticing
that her lip was bleeding.

At one point...

she bit me on the arm
and she wouldn't let go.

I screamed, but...

the pain was...

delicious.

Now I realize she was just
setting me up.

Clarke: What happened after?

I guess I passed out,
because the next thing

I remember,
the police were there

and Donna and my vault key
were gone.

Thank you. Nothing further.

To your knowledge,

does anybody else know
about this supposed affair

with Donna Lowery?

Not that I'm aware of.

So, Donna's the only one
who could confirm

if it ever existed,

but she's not exactly
available, is she?

No, she's not.

Did you buy a three-and-a-half
by two-foot trunk

two weeks
before Donna disappeared?

- What?
- Your Honor.

We have just located
a shopkeeper

in 29, Palms,
who can verify the sale.

I've got a sworn affidavit
and the sales receipt.

Clarke: Objection.

This is hearsay and none of it
has been authenticated.

I'm going to allow it.

- Your Honor.
- Overruled, Counsel.

I want to see where this goes.

Did you buy the trunk, Ronald?

Yes.

I was planning on storing
some old clothes in it.

What happened to it?

It was stolen from my car.

Did you report it
to the police?

I didn't want to bother.

Isn't the real reason
you got that trunk,

so you could bury
Donna Lowery in it?

- No.
- That's quite a plan, Ronald.

What did you do, force her
into the car at gunpoint?

- No.
- Driving out to the desert.

She had to know
she was gonna die.

- Your Honor!
Mullaney: So she fought back.

Mullaney: And you had
to kill her in the car.

And it might've worked,
Ronald, if she hadn't

bled on your seat and taken
that chunk out of your arm.

Mr. Mullaney, that's enough!

I'm done.

[indistinct chatter]

Nice job on cross.

- Nice job with the trunk.
- Thank you.

You're welcome.

Mr. Dodek, on March 13th
of this year,

acting in your capacity
as Customs Inspector

for the Port of Los Angeles,

you examined a shipment

of these so-called
"Patriot" condoms?

Correct.

Is this what you saw

when you opened
one of the packages?

Dodek: Yes.

Your Honor, I'd like to enter
this "Patriot" condom

as respondent's exhibit A.

So entered.

Inspector Dodek, you determined
these condoms were obscene?

Yes, to put the flag,
our national emblem,

onto a prophylactic device
such as this,

is an insult
to every decent citizen.

And because of its
obscene nature

you confiscated the shipment?

That's right,
standard procedure

with materials such as this.

Greenzaid: Thank you.
I have nothing further.

[indistinct chatter]

Inspector Dodek,
the Federal obscenity laws

make no mention
of the American flag, do they?

You don't need
a book of statutes

to see that putting the flag
on a condom

is a desecration.

Markowitz: Are you aware
the Supreme Court

has ruled that insulting

the American flag
is not a crime?

Geenzaid: Objection,
irrelevant.

The Supreme Court decision
was limited

to burning
or desecrating the flag.

Your Honor,
if it's okay to burn it,

one can reasonably argue
it's okay to ejaculate into it.

- You've got to be kidding.
- It's the same principle.

The Supreme Court was dealing
with criminal statutes,

not with the importation
of obscene materials.

Objection sustained.

Markowitz: Inspector,
we realize this can be

offensive to some people.

But there is a deeper,
a more... penetrating,

if you will, issue here.

Counselor.

Freedom of expression
is guaranteed

under the First Amendment
of the Constitution

isn't that right, inspector?

Objection,
how does wearing the flag

on a man's genitalia
constitute free expression?

It's not like
he was hanging it out

his window on Veteran's Day.

But if he were hanging it out
his window on Veteran's Day,

that would be free speech,
is that what you're saying?

- That's not what I said.
Greenzaid: Objection.

- Calls for a legal conclusion.
- Sustained.

Markowitz: And what
about Mr. Butcher?

Did it ever occur to you
that putting the American flag

on a condom is his way
of being patriotic?

- That's right.
- Mr. Butcher.

- No, it's vulgar.
- Is it possible, inspector?

I suppose anything is possible.

Markowitz: Then this
confiscation is a violation

of his freedom of speech,
isn't it?

We're talking about
rubbers here, for God's sake.

Yes or no, inspector.

If this prophylactic
is an expression

of Mr. Butcher's patriotism,

isn't it possible
that it's a violation

of his First Amendment rights?

- I suppose so.
- God bless America.

Quiet!

[crowd laughing]

Are you done, counselor?

Yes. Yes, I am.

Inspector, you may step down.

This is the most
perverse proceeding

that I've ever witnessed.

But... while I find
this product

to be thoroughly repugnant,
there is no law

that prohibits
its importation or sale.

Therefore, I order it to be
permitted into the country.

- Yes!
Geenzaid: Your Honor.

I request you stay
your ruling

pending an emergency appeal
to the ninth circuit.

Alright, I'll give you 30 days.

Thirty days?
I can't wait 30 days!

Objection, Your Honor.
This is a stalling tactic.

One that could cost
my client his business.

Put a sheath on it, counselor.

This court's adjourned.

[instrumental music]

I know this isn't what
you want to hear, Jonathan,

but adding partners
to an already top-heavy firm

simply makes no sense
at the moment.

Yeah.

I figured as much.

Have you, uh...

you been approached
by another firm?

No, actually,
I've been approached

about filling out
the City Council term

of Art Middleman.

Really.

Why, that's wonderful,
Jonathan.

I haven't decided yet
whether to take it.

I wanted to... explore
all my options.

Sure, sure. I understand.

You know, there've been
so many changes here

this past year,
but I never thought

you'd be one of them.

You're a valued member
of this firm, Jonathan.

We'd be...

Well, I'd be very sorry
to see you go.

Thank you.

But an opportunity like this...

doesn't come along every day.

And if you do decide
to take it...

no one would be happier
for you...

no one could be prouder of you
than McKenzie Brackman.

Thanks, Leland.

I'll let you know
what I decide.

Uh-huh.

In my office, now.

Dammit, Gwen, I thought
I told you to be discreet.

About what?

A subpoena?

For the Roger Devries' letter.

About his misappropriation
of funds.

How in the hell did they
find out about this?

Not from me.

Well, it wasn't from me either.

I never wrote anything down.

I even coded the file
to be safe.

And I didn't discuss
this... with anyone.

What is it?

Did you tell someone?

No. Nobody.

[door thuds]

- Gwen: You son-of-a-bitch!
- What?

Arnie's case just blew up.

The other side
subpoenaed that letter,

and once the judge sees it,
he's bound to rule

in favor of the daughter.

So why are you yelling at me?

- Because you told them.
- What?

Yesterday I tell you something

that no one
but Arnie and I know.

And the next day,
it's suddenly

in possession
of opposing counsel.

You tell me, Frank, what else
am I supposed to think?

This is demented.

Even if I had reason,

which I don't, I would
never take information--

Arnie's had this case
pending for months.

Is that why
you cozied up to me?

Why you started dating me?

Yes and I'm a money launderer
for BCCI too.

Listen to yourself.
You sound like Oliver Stone.

Then you tell me
how they found out

about the letter, Frank.

Maybe the husband kept a copy.

Maybe it was on disc
and someone

discovered it by accident.

You know what
this sounds like to me?

- No, what?
- Like you're scared.

Like you let yourself get
a little too close

after pushing men away
for so long.

Don't change the subject!

You are only too eager
to think the worst of me,

so you can walk away
from this relationship

without guilt.

Relationship?

Don't flatter yourself.

We had sex,
we didn't bond for life.

So you're not feeling
crowded then?

The other night,
that wasn't intimacy,

that was just a romp?

- Is that what you're saying?
- Go to hell.

man on TV: Well,
thanks so much, and...

[knocking on door]

Yeah?

I'm coming, I'm coming.

[knocking on door]

man on TV: We really got him
for a team prize, and...

- Oh, Marcia?
- I came to get you.

- Nobody called?
- No. What's going on?

Donna Lowery's husband
found a package

on his doorstep tonight.

He brought it to police
an hour ago.

Mullaney: What sort of package?

One with $10,000 in it.

Part of the stolen money.
The serial numbers match.

I've got Lowery
waiting in my office.

- Do you mind?
- Oh, as if I care.

Come on. You'll drive.

I'll dress.

When I saw the money,
my head started spinning.

I thought, my God,
maybe Donna's alive.

Then I realized,
if she was alive,

well, she was still
out of my life.

Only it felt even worse
than before.

You didn't find a note?
No handwriting on the package?

No.

Mullaney: You really think
she could be alive, Gary?

Well, I-- I don't know.

Maybe.

W-- what do you think?

I think that we're done here.

And you can go home now.

I did the right thing,
didn't I?

Uh-huh.

[groaning]

Is this a great mind at work

or are you just having
a nicotine fit?

This is too convenient.

Price had to have
sent that money.

He knows we gotta turn it over
to the other side.

He's trying to create enough
reasonable doubt to get off.

If that's true, he'd need help.
He's locked up.

Mullaney: Which means
he had an accomplice.

Probably somebody
who was in it from the start.

You know, I've got this theory.

Guys who do murder aren't
exactly rocket scientists.

Wow, where is a pencil?
Let me write that down.

Hey.

All I'm saying is that
we are smarter than them.

We should be able
to figure this out.

If we don't, Price walks.

You know, when you
mentioned an accomplice,

I flashed on Price's clothes.

The fact that there were
no signs of dirt.

Maybe he had some help
with the body.

What kind of budget
does your office have?

Trafficante: Pretty
comfortable. Why?

It's a long shot.

You're probably going to laugh.

Hey, I saw you
in your boxer shorts.

What could be funnier? [laughs]

Do you want
to hear this or not?

Sorry.

Go ahead.

What if it's a setup?

[knocking on door]

- Hi, Don.
- Hi.

Uh, I just dropped by
to tell you

to quit fighting the appeal.

Why? We've got every chance
of winning this thing.

Yeah, well,
it doesn't matter anymore.

I'm, I'm pulling out
of the U.S. Market.

Some...

Some flag-hugging group
heard about the Patriot

and they started to threaten

to boycott anyone
who sells them.

I lose two big drug store
chains in two hours.

Yeah, but there's still
the principle.

I ain't got time
for principles.

I-- I've got to get down
to the docks and supervise

the loading of my condoms.

Customs is letting me
ship them

as long as they go
some place else.

- Where?
- [chuckles] Japan.

Last month I shipped
a few thousand Patriots

to Tokyo, you know,
test the waters.

Now I've got orders
coming out of my ears.

Kinda gives new meaning
to the phrase

"Rising Sun," doesn't it?

[sighs] Well...

that's great.

What you said
in the courtroom...

about being an American...

that was beautiful.

I want you to have this.

[paper rustling]

Six pack of Patriots.

Thanks.

Enjoy.

Sorry to interrupt your lunch.

No problem. What's up?

We just need you
to look at something.

Please.

This is the security video
from a bank in Honolulu.

It was taken two days ago.

- Yeah?
- Watch closely.

[keys clacking]

Gary?

Is that your wife?

It can't be.

- Mullaney: Are you sure?
- Is it her, Gary?

Well, I...

- I don't know.
- Could it be?

Maybe.

Turn it off.

Mullaney: Gary.

Level with me.

Is there any chance
that Donna and Price

might be in this together?

No.

- No.
- Okay.

Okay, thanks for coming down.

[indistinct chatter]

[door thuds]

Well?

He looks like
he just saw a ghost.

It's me. Lowery just left.

Well, the salary's negligible

compared to what I make
at McKenzie Brackman.

But, you know,
if I ever decide to go back

into private practice,
I can command

a hell of a lot more.

Jonathan, I didn't know you had

any political aspirations
at all.

Oh, no, Zoe, at Harvard,
I was one of the editors

of the Law Review.

I had won the Ames Competition.

Before I even graduated,
I had job offers

from half a dozen law firms.

I mean, I was hot.

Now five years later,
I'm not saying I'm cold...

just this isn't where
I thought I'd be by now.

[sighs] Jonathan,
what happens to you and me

if you take this job?

- What do you mean?
Clemmons: Well, look at me.

I'm, I'm hardly the kind
of girlfriend

who's likely to do
a black politician any good.

That's ridiculous.
That shouldn't matter.

It shouldn't but it will.

Well...

I won't let it...

Doesn't matter.

Last week you told me
I wasn't being realistic

about Howard Grady.

Now who's being unrealistic?

[water splashing]

Hey, Zoe.

What would you say
if I told you...

that I want to take this job?

I'd say I want you to do
what makes you happy.

I mean that.

I know you do.

[grunting]

[crickets chirping]

[sirens blaring]

man on PA: Sheriff's Department.
Hold it right there.

- Don't move!
- Freeze, Lowery!

- Freeze!
- Hold it, Lowery!

Hands in the air!

[gasps] officer 1: Turn around.

Nagy: Diaz and Robo
check out his car.

Jackson, let's see what
Mr. Lowery's been digging for.

Come to see whose body
you buried?

It was you and Price,
wasn't it, Gary?

From the start.

- What about the video?
- An actress.

Gotta wonder who
or what was in the trunk

Price gave you to bury.

Is this your wife's necklace?

Trafficante: Gary.

If you'll testify
against Price,

we can make it easier on you.

I want to talk to my lawyer.

Read him his rights.

[grunts]

officer 2: You have got
the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you.

So he paid your fee in rubber?

What's the difference
between a tire

and 365 condoms?

Kelsey: I give up.

Well, one is a Goodyear,

and the other is a great year.

[both laugh]

I think we should try
one of these.

It might be fun.

Honey, technically, that stuff
is still contraband.

Well, that makes it
even more thrilling.

No, no, no, no, no,
I-- I've never been one

to wrap myself in a flag.

[both laugh]

Oh, look at this.

Oh, my God.

Oh.

I have a strong desire
to salute it.

Yeah.

And I have a stronger desire...

to give you
my unbending allegiance.

[both laugh]

Mmm.

[crickets chirping]

[knocking on door]

Mullaney: Yeah.

[Trafficante clears throat]

- Marcia.
- Good news.

Come on in.

Gary Lowery pled out.

He's going to testify
against Price.

You turned him around already?

I told him if he didn't talk,
we'd go for the death penalty.

That can work.

[door thuds]

Trafficante: You know,
I almost felt sorry for him.

Donna's cheating
drove him nuts.

He said that's how
Price sucked him in.

They'd both been rejected
by her.

They both wanted revenge.

And they didn't mind
the money either.

Congratulations.

[laughs]

Well, I was only second chair.

Not after this.

- Well... what's in the bag?
- Beer.

I-- I thought you might want
to help me celebrate.

- Unless you're too busy.
- No, uh...

I just thought you might be
sick of my face by now.

So did I.

[laughs] But I decided
it's not such a bad face.

You sure know
how to charm a guy.

[chuckles]

So should we go somewhere?

I mean, you don't want
to sit around my motel room

drinking beer, do you?

I don't know, uh...

Sounds like
it could have possibilities.

[telephone ringing]

- Hello?
Gwen: Frank?

Gwen?

I hope I'm not calling
too late.

No.

No.

What are you doing up so late?

Gwen: I'm just trying to study.

F-- Frank, um...

I want to apologize
for yesterday.

You were right.

There are dozens of ways
they could've found out

about that letter,
I went off half-cocked.

Seemed fully cocked to me.
I still have the powder burns.

I also wanted to...

tell you that you were right
about something else.

It's been a long time
since I've let myself...

get close to anyone.

And I have to work on that,
I know.

But in the meantime,
I am so sorry.

Kittredge: Hey...

it never happened.

Thanks.

- I'll see you tomorrow?
Kittredge: Of course.

Kittredge: Go get
some sleep. Bye.

Bye.

[instrumental music]

Who was that?

Just a friend.

[instrumental music]

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