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Sollers: It's still not too
late to accept the plea.

Second degree,
you'll probably get 20,

could be out on parole in 12.

But I didn't kill him.

Suzanne, you repeatedly
threatened

to kill him,
fibers found on your clothing

place you at the scene.

Their case is going
pretty well so far,

and we don't know what
we can do for you.

You can stand up there
and tell those people

how much I loved Michael.

You can tell them
how I cherished his life

more than I do my own.

How it would be inconceivable

for me to have committed
such a crime.

He was the reason for my being,
make them understand that!

See, that kind of talk
does not help us.

Especially since they're
portraying you as obsessed.

Michael Walker was an angel,

worthy of any obsession
or delusion.

I didn't kill him.

The plea is rejected.

You get me an acquittal.

[sighs]

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Let's move it,
we have a busy day.

First and foremost,
People versus Hamil.

- How goes it, Jack?
- Lousy.

Police detective traced
her to the scene,

we couldn't shake him.
Widow testifies today.

- We lost our expert shrink.
- Again?

None of them
will say unequivocally

that she's incapable
of the violence.

I don't believe
we agreed to defend her.

Sollers: We agreed
to defend her because

this is an extremely
high-profile case,

it's every bit as big
as the Rikki Davis trial.

And our being involved
puts it out there that

McKenzie-Brackman is still
a firm for the big cases.

And I'm also not positive
that she is guilty.

- Yeah, right.
Becker: You gotta be kidding.

Come on! She may be crazy,
but the evidence

is still circumstantial.

Brackman: Excellent, Benny.

You've been doing an excellent
job since your return.

Keep up the good work.

Next up. In re-arbitrator
Leland McKenzie.

I've agreed to judge
some arbitrations.

I'll probably be trying two,
three matters a month.

I start today
with a Gospel singer

who's suing the Hawks.

He contracted to sing
the National Anthem

before a playoff game
and they evidently reneged.

They're comin' to me
for justice.

Arnold: As well they might.

Lastly, with the exodus
of two partners

and an associate, we are
looking to hire another body.

Any candidates, let us know.

Again, Jack, Ann,
continued good luck.

- Thanks.
Brackman: That's all.

- We're adjourned.
- She isn't innocent.

- You are so jaded.
McKenzie : Alright.

And sir, could you tell us
what you saw

when you entered
the rec room that night?

I observed 14 of our senior
citizen residents...

dancing.
They were not clothed.

What else did you see,
Mr. Mueller?

- Mueller: Frogs.
- Frogs?

Well, it was subsequently
brought to my attention

that they were toads.

They were hopping
all over the room.

The defendant had one
of the larger ones in his hand.

Maynard: And did you
see the defendant

doing anything with this toad?

Yes. I saw him lick it, repeatedly.

Maynard: Do you have any idea
why the defendant

was licking this toad?

Certainly not.

Maynard: Your Honor,
I offer the parties

stipulation that these
were cane toads.

I also offer the signed
declaration of James Ilitch,

Assistant Commissioner of

the Drug Enforcement
Administration,

indicating that the cane toad

produces a toxin
called bufotenine,

which is an illegal
hallucinogen

and that when licked,
these creatures

can effect
a mind-altering euphoria.

It's so prevalent in Australia
that the government recently

had to classify toad slime
as an illegal substance

under its Drug Misuse Act.

Anything else, Ms. Maynard?

No, your Honor.
That's all I have.

You didn't see my client
dispense these amphibians

to the other people, did you?

And you didn't see
any of the other

senior citizens
do any licking, did you?

No. But they were experiencing
some form of euphoria.

Well, is it your testimony
that it would be impossible

for the residents
of your home to be happy

without drug enhancement?

That is not my testimony.

Thank you, that's all.

And, ma'am, could you
tell the court

when did you first discover
that your husband

was having an affair
with the defendant?

Last summer,
I received a videotape

in the mail, sent by her.

Blake: A videotape of what?

Of her and Michael
making love.

Blake: And what did you do?
- I confronted my husband.

He said it had been
going on for a couple of years,

and, well, he admitted it.

Blake: And then, what happened?

We both cried a lot.

We went into counseling
to try to save our marriage

and he told her
that the affair was over.

- Objection, totem pole--
- Move to strike, hearsay.

Judge: Overruled.

Bake: And, ma'am,
to your knowledge,

what happened after
your husband broke off

his relationship
with the defendant?

Jeanette: First,
she started calling

and if I'd answered,
she'd say that

Michael belonged to her,
that it was their destiny

that they be together.

And if Michael answered,
she'd threaten to kill him.

And then, she started
showing up.

- At your home.
Jeanette: On the street.

She'd park her car across
the street from our house

and just sit there and watch.

Sometimes, she'd stay all night.

I'd get up to go to
the bathroom

and I'd look outside
and see her red car.

Did you notify the police?

Yes, but they said
they couldn't do anything

because she was parked
on a public way.

They finally gave her warning
after the doll came.

Blake: What doll?

She sent a doll to our house
with a picture

of my husband pasted
on the face part.

There was an icepick
sticking through the head,

and a note attached saying,

"Dearest Michael.
Thinking of you. Love, Suzanne."

[murmuring]

Were you afraid of this woman?

Yes, of course we were afraid.
We were scared to death.

We had no idea
what she might do.

Okay, ma'am,
now turning your attention

to the night
of January 22nd, 1990.

Could you please tell the court
what happened?

I went to bed
around ten o'clock.

And Michael said
he had work to do in his office,

that he'd be up late.

I was asleep

when the gunshot woke me.

[voice breaking]
And I, I ran down the stairs...

and he was on the floor.

- Your husband?
Jeanette: Yes.

There was a... hole
in his head

and there was blood everywhere.

And Corey, our son Corey

was coming down the steps
and I tried to stop him.

I didn't want him to see
his father like that.

Ma'am.

Did you see
what happened that night?

I-- I...I didn't see
what happened,

but when Corey told me
that he saw the red car--

- Objection!
Kelsey: Objection!

Mrs. Walker,
only tell us what you saw

and what you know.

Well, we know, we all know

that she murdered Michael.

- Move to strike, Your Honor!
- Sustained.

The jury will disregard
that last statement.

I have nothing further.

We will let the witness
collect herself.

Defense can begin
cross-examination tomorrow.

I've been waylaid.

That's what they've done.

Uh, this contract,
Your Honor, obligates

the Hawks
and their parent ownership

to allow my client to perform

the National Anthem
before the game.

We had no idea at the time
of the deal

as to how he would sing it.

Mr. Miller,
you're a blues singer?

And jazz, and gospel.
And good.

Yes, well,
since you weren't even

being paid
for this performance,

can you tell me
how you were harmed

by not being allowed to sing?

'Cause it's an insult.

They say
I sing unpatriotic.

That's it?
You simply feel insulted?

C'mere, let's talk

Come on.

You see, I ain't educated.

My face ain't pretty.

I got two things,

a big, big voice
and my image.

Now, when they tell me
I sing un-American,

they take away my image.

That leaves me
with just a voice,

which no one
want to hear no more

'cause I ain't got no image.

- It's a catch-20.
- Beg your pardon?

Catch-22.

Basically, Your Honor,

this was the first playoff game.

There was substantial exposure.

It was broadcast on cable.

He was not only denied the
economic benefit

of that exposure,
but to be deemed unbefitting

to sing the National Anthem...
it tarnished him.

We offered to let him
perform it.

Only if I lip sync it.

So many performers lip sync
National Anthems--

The Wompman don't!

Mr. Wayne, this contract
is enforceable on it's face.

You have your client
here tomorrow.

I want to hear from him
why Wompman

shouldn't sing live.
That's all.

We should've renewed
our objection to the doll.

Prior bad acts, prejudicial.

Nah, he just would've
overruled us again.

We would have looked desperate
to the jury.

Which we are,
we've got no alibi,

no physical evidence,
we can't even come up

with a decent character witness.

You know, we have to give 'em
another suspect.

Show the jury it could've
been somebody else.

- Who?
- I don't know.

- The wife.
- Oh.

She was in the house,
she certainly had opportunity.

She had to be upset
about the affair,

we can scratch out motive.

Alright, I don't like it
any more than you do,

but we have to do what
we can, even if it means--

Come on, Jack,
there's a difference between

a zealous defense
and assassinating

the character
of an innocent person.

Do you know for a fact
that the wife didn't do it?

She just lost her husband
for God's sake.

How are you gonna stand up
in court and accuse her?

We have to do whatever we can

to get Suzanne Hamil
an acquittal.

Now, I-- I think
we would come off

more sympathetic
if, uh, you do it.

Oh, no!
No, this was your idea.

- You do it.
- We do it, Ann, us.

I'll lead the charge,
but if we go this route

we have to be together.

Well, then, Mr. Mead,
what was going on

in the rec room that night?

We were just dancing.

It got hot,
so we just decided to take

our clothes off, that's all.

'Cause of the heat.

Were you licking toads?

Absolutely not.

Mr. Mueller says he saw you.

Look, I was holding Cicero,
that's... that's my toad,

and he was a little anxious
because of all the excitement,

so I gave him a little kiss
and told him to relax, I...

I never licked him.

CJ: Thank you, that's all.

You were very upset
when the home banned

alcoholic beverages last
January, weren't you, Mr. Mead?

Well, I filed a complaint,
yes, I did.

And when they refused to budge,
you switched from Bourbon

to the Cane Toad as a desperate
means of getting a buzz.

That's ridiculous!
Why...

They're my loving pets.

- Then why did you abuse them?
- I what?

Mr. Mueller, as well as
two of the floor orderlies

state that you would
often yell at them.

Sometimes they're
little rascals--

Oh, come on, Mr. Mead.

The toad will secrete more
toxins when it's threatened.

You antagonize them so that
you can get a bigger rush.

Well, I'm shocked.

I'm just an old man looking
for a little companionship,

any place I can get it.

My God, they,
they limit our visitation,

they tell us what to eat,
they take all our money.

Now they want to take my toads,

my... my little green friends.

Your Honor, I need a moment.

[murmuring]

You ready?

Ready as I'm ever gonna be,
I guess.

Judge: Counsel, let's go.
- Okay, Mrs. Walker...

We've got
a lot of ground to cover here

so I'm just gonna
get right to it.

First off, you never saw
my client at your house

during the night
of the murder, did you?

- I didn't actually see her, b--
- No, you didn't.

And since her relationship
with your husband was over,

I'd like you to tell us
how it could be

that she could
enter your house

with no struggle, or even
so much as an argument.

Objection!
She has no foundation--

Sollers: Your Honor, this woman
boldly shouted out

her conclusion
that she knew my client did it.

I'm sure
that we are all interested

in the reasons underlying
that conclusion.

The witness
will answer the question.

I don't know how she got in.

- Perhaps she was never there.
Blake: Objection!

You said, ma'am, that
when you learned of the affair,

you confronted your husband
and he terminated

the relationship
with Ms. Hamil.

Well, it wasn't
as simple as that, was it?

In fact, your husband continued
to see her for another month.

On top of that, he continued to
lie to you, isn't that right?

He was trying to break it off
during that month,

but she wouldn't let him go.

That's what he told you
when you caught him again.

Yes.

How'd it make you feel,
Mrs. Walker...

to learn that he'd been sleeping

with another woman
for two years,

to watch it on videotape?

And then after catching him once
and hearing his cries

of contrition, to find out
he was doing it again?

Objection!
This has no relevance!

Sollers: It has relevance,
Your Honor.

It's loaded with relevance.

The defense will show

this woman murdered
Michael Walker!

- What?
Blake: Oh, this is ridiculous!

Not so ridiculous.

Are you telling me
that the police

did not consider her a suspect?

Mr. Sollers, don't address
the District Attorney.

Sorry, your Honor,
let me address her.

The police took your
fingerprints and asked you

to submit to a polygraph test,
did they not?

Mr. Sollers,
get up here right now.

[murmuring]

Knock it off. If you have facts,
raise your facts.

But you will not use the mere
existence of police questions

to confer guilt on this witness.

Step back.

You told your marriage counselor
you didn't think

you'd ever get by your hatred
for your husband, did you not?

Objection, this is
doctor-patient privilege!

She can waive the privilege,
or are you afraid

she's gonna spill
all your dirty little secrets?

I object to this
blatant intimidation!

Well, excuse my rudeness,
but I have an innocent client

being charged with a murder
that this woman committed!

That's enough, Mr. Sollers!
Stop it!

You're currently under
psychiatric care right now!

- Are you not?
- Yes!

Do you discuss your hatred
for your husband

with this doctor, too?

I never hated my husband!

Your questions are out of line!

It was perfect for you,
wasn't it, Jeanette?

You had my client making
these public threats,

she was known to be a kook.

You could get revenge
in your own house,

everyone would
still suspect her.

- Objection!
- That's sick!

The adulteress bastard dies
and the wacko slut goes to jail.

Two birds, huh, Jeanette?

Judge: Mr. Sollers!
That is enough.

That's all I have.

For now.

Kelsey: Obviously, the grieving
widow has a lot to hide.

We've said from
the beginning this case

wasn't as simple as
the police were saying,

now you're beginning
to see why.

What's in those
psychiatric reports on the wife?

We'll never know,
maybe, because of the privilege,

but we're gonna do
what we can to flush out

all the dark secrets
and expose the truth.

Sollers: No further comments
at this time.

Sollers: That's all.

[indistinct chatter]

Okay, we've dropped
the accusation bomb, now what?

Now what?
Now, we let it tick.

In the meantime, we concentrate
on what they're missing.

No murder weapon,
no real eyewitness.

The fact that they didn't
call the kid shows

they know his testimony
is shaky.

The fibers, the repeated
threats that you'd kill him,

and the overall assumption
that you're a psychotic,

that's their case.

Unfortunately,
the only thing we have

to counter all that... is you.

I'm gonna testify?

I don't think we have
any choice, do you?

- No.
- Alright, now listen to me...

You are under an obligation
to speak the truth up there.

Is your... "Truth" going
to incriminate you?

Of course not.

My God, I loved Michael,
I'll make them see that.

Yeah, Suzanne,
as fond as you are

of your obsession, you're gonna
have to play that down.

Distraught is great,
erratic is even okay,

but obsessed or possessed
and we've lost.

I understand completely.

You just try to be as honest
and as real as you can.

If you explode up there,
you're looking at conviction.

If you stay cold and unemotional
you're looking at a conviction.

I want to see vulnerability
in the woman who threatened

to castrate her lover
and shellac his testicles.

I want to feel empathy
with the woman who could run

an icepick through a doll
of a person's likeness.

I want to feel compassion
for the woman who would make

a videotape of herself
making love to a man

and then send that tape
to the man's wife.

You beginning to appreciate
the enormous challenge

that lies ahead of you?

Yes.

If not, you tell me,
you tell me right now...

I think we can
still plead second degree.

I'm ready to testify.

I'm anxious
for them to know me.

Okay, Ms. Hamil.

This trial is now in your hands.

This country's
incredibly sensitized right now

when it comes to patriotism.

A bastardized version
of the National Anthem

can have real corporate
consequences.

Wompman: Oh, come on.
- Ask the Padres.

What's wrong
with Mr. Miller's version?

Man 1: It's extremely
undisciplined.

He also has a slight
saliva problem.

- Hm?
- What do you mean?

Let's just say bombs
aren't the only thing

bursting through air
when he sings.

Kumpel: There's a little
moisture on the 'S' words,

otherwise this is not a factor.

- And what about the "free-ah"?
Kumpel: Objection!

- The what?
- The word "Free."

He makes it sound
like a four-syllable word.

Then he goes up into an octave
that could bring rain,

which the people
in the loges will think

he's doing anyway
because of all the spit!

Now can't you modify
your pitch a little on "Free?"

- It's my best note.
- It distorts the song.

- It doesn't distort--
Wompman: What do you know?

- It's good music!
McKenzie : Alright.

Now, look, I don't know
whether your interpretation

is un-American or what,
I just want to hear it.

Tomorrow, you sing.

I can't sing it in here.
I need better acoustics.

Alright, we'll do it
in the conference room.

Eleven o'clock tomorrow,
everybody be here.

- Fine.
- Bring your umbrellas.

Insults!

Un-American,
un-American, my ass.

- How's it goin'?
- Good.

Name's Elliott Miller.
My friends call me Wompman.

- Benny Stulwicz.
- Nice to meet you, Benny.

- How're you doin'?
- I'm depressed.

Oh, you mean you got the blues.

- What do you mean?
- The blues?

That's what you got,
that's what I sing.

- You sing?
- Any time, any place, friend.

And it ain't unpatriotic,
I tell you that.

- Can I hear you sing?
- Hey, look man...

I'm mired in controversy
right now,

and I don't do so good
when I'm distracted.

But I tell you what,
when I'm through with my ordeal,

I have a little
somethin' for ya.

How's about that?

- Okay.
- Okay.

They say I spit.

They don't know spittin'.
I'll show you some spit!

I don't deny making
the threats.

I was a desperate woman,
doing anything

to cling to this relationship.

But, Ms. Hamil,
threatening to kill somebody,

that goes beyond desperate.

I know, I was acting crazy.

I sent the doll, I...

I was a total wreck,
doing everything I could

to break up their marriage.

But at the heart of all of it
was love.

I loved him.

And the reason
I couldn't let him go

was because I knew
he loved me, too.

Ann: If he loved you,
why did he leave you?

Well, that's just it,
he never left me.

- He didn't leave you?
Suzanne: Well, he tried to.

We did break up, he did vow
never to see me again.

But then, we'd get together,

whether it was to fight or
to try to resolve it as friends.

Or for him to tell me
to stop harassing him,

whatever the pretext
of our meeting...

it would always
end the same way.

And how was that?

We would make love.
[crown murmuring]

So, it's your testimony
that Michael Walker

did not, in fact, leave you?

It is my testimony
that he left many times...

but it always proved
to be temporary.

Ann: Meaning what?

Meaning that on the afternoon
of Michael's murder

I did go to his house.

And we made love again.

[murmuring]

Judge: Settle down.

The day that he was killed

you two had intercourse?

For over two and a half hours.

[murmuring]

Ann: And what happened
after this session?

He told me it had to stop.

And I said "I know.

I know."

But both of us knew it wouldn't.

As long as we continued
to find ourselves

in the same room...

it would never stop.

And when you left him,
that day... was he alive?

Barely.
[Jury chuckling]

Alright.

And, Ms. Hamil, did you
go back again that night?

No, I did not.

Ann: Thank you.
I have nothing further.

Any witnesses who saw you
at the house that afternoon?

It was an illicit affair,
Mr. Blake.

We were careful
not to be witnessed.

Ms. Hamil,
you expect us to believe

that while you were threatening
to carve this man up,

to puncture his heart
with an icepick,

that he would respond
by making love to you?

I think he saw my threats
for what they were, Mr. Blake.

Emotional cries for help.

I think he was flattered
by how

utterly dependent I was
on him.

- Move to strike that.
- Alright.

You sent a mutilated doll
to his house.

You told him, told him flat out,

that you would murder him
if he didn't--

And maybe I would've,
Mr. Blake.

God knows, I was crazy
enough at the time,

maybe I would've killed him.

But I didn't.

Because somebody else
beat me to it.

[murmuring]

[instrumental music]

Man on TV: The entire courtroom
sat motionless,

riveted by Suzanne Hamil's
testimony.

Even Prosecutor Anthony Blake

seemed mesmerized
by the defendant's account.

Seems to me like
the momentum has shifted.

I swear to God, Stuart,
as I listened to her

I started to believe,
maybe she is innocent.

Oh, come on, honey.

If she made love
with the guy that afternoon

why did she wait
until she got on the stand

to tell you about it?

She said she was scared
to admit to anybody

she was in the house
the day of the murder.

She thought it would
make her look more guilty.

Man on TV: Next, the District
Attorney then surprised

everyone by announcing his plans

to call the boy, Corey Walker
to the stand.

They're putting
the kid on the stand?

They have to now,
he's the only one

they have
to contradict Suzanne.

[sighs] Boy, once in my life
I would like

to try a case like this,
just once.

It's scary,
you start out thinking about

guilt and innocence,
right and wrong.

But with the press
and the media,

suddenly, the only thing
that matters is that you win.

A person is murdered,
a woman is widowed,

a little boy has to face
the trauma of a trial,

and last night I'm praying
"Dear God, let me win.

Just let me win."

Chester, I'd like
to plead this out.

I think I can chop it down
to misdemeanor

possession, no jail--

- I'm innocent.
- You are not innocent!

You were lying up
there on the stand.

You don't raise these things
as pets and the jury knows it.

But did they get one witness
to testify against me?

None of the residents
came forward.

Because they all adore you.

Let 'em convict. Heh!

I'll appeal it, all the way
to the Supreme Court!

[chuckles]
Look at me.

You're on the toad right now,
aren't you?

Why, what are you
talking about?

You stay still.

What the hell are you doin'?
Now quit that. Quit...

That, that's illegal
search and seizure,

Fourth Amendment--
[croaking]

- It's Cicero.
- I don't know how he got there.

This is a drug, it may have
legs, it may be cute,

but it could make you sick,
it could even kill you.

[croaking]
Dammit!

I can get you into a program,

and I can get you off
with probationary slap,

but I can't help you
unless you wanna be helped.

This isn't funny anymore,
do you hear me?

[croaking]

I'm gonna get the DA
and I'm gonna cut the deal.

[croaking]

[door closes]

Oh, dear.

There you are, big boy.
There you are.

[croaking]

[croaking] Ah...

Corey: I heard the noise
from the gun, it woke me up.

Then I heard my mother run by
my room, going downstairs.

- And what did you do then?
- I got up.

I ran to the window
and I saw the red car.

It was driving away.

Blake: And, Corey, had you
ever seen this car before?

Yes. It was her car.

I'd seen her in it a lot when
she'd park across the street.

And you're sure that this is
the same car

that you saw that night?

Corey: Yes.
Blake: And, Corey...

What did you do
after you saw the car?

I ran downstairs, and I saw
my mother and my father.

Now, how much time elapsed

between the time
you heard the gunshot,

and the time you heard
your mother run by your room

and head downstairs?

Maybe a few seconds.

And between
the time of the shot,

and the time
you heard your mother

run down the stairs, did you
hear anybody run up the stairs?

- No.
- Thank you.

I have nothing further.

Okay, Corey...

You said you heard
this big bang and then

you heard your mother
running down the stairs.

Did you hear anything else?
Any screams?

No.

You heard nothing else
except the gun,

and your mother
in the hallway, is that right?

- Yes.
- Well, then I'm curious...

Why'd you run to the window?

You're hearing things
in the house,

you ran to the window.

Well, I heard the car, too.

Son, I just asked
you if you heard

anything else
and you said "No."

Now did you forget
that you heard the car

or did you just forget to say
that you heard the car?

- Objection.
Sollers: Withdrawn.

According to the police report,
you gave them

a partial reading
of a license plate.

"5L3," you told them
that the license plate,

the first three numbers
were "5L3."

- Is that right?
- Yes.

For the record, my client's
license plate number is 5L3TPE.

Now, the survey
of your house indicates

that it's about 60 feet
from your window to the driveway

where you saw the car.
Would that be about right?

- I guess.
- Okay.

Now, I'm gonna
hold up a license plate...

and I want you
to read it for us.

Oh, would you take off
your glasses, please?

You told the police
that you leave your glasses

on the dresser, right?

And you ran right to the window
from the bed,

so, didn't have 'em on, did ya?

Corey: No.
Sollers: Okay.

Would you take 'em off
now, please?

Remove your glasses, son.

Okay, read this for me, Corey.

I'm only 30 feet away,
sitting in a lighted room.

You could read a license plate
from 60 feet

in the dark that night.
Go on.

Can't read it, can ya?

No.

You can put
your glasses on now, son.

You didn't see any car
that night.

As a matter of fact,
you memorized

my client's license plate
because you'd seen her

parked across the street
so many times before--

Blake: This is argumentative!

Mr. Sollers, ask questions.

Sollers: Okay. [sighs]

My question, Corey, are you
trying to protect your mother?

No!

Sollers: Okay, son.

Okay.

[murmuring]

♪ That our flag
was still there ♪

♪ Oh, say does that ♪

♪ Star-spangled banner ♪

♪ Yet way-ee-aye-aye-eve! ♪

♪ Ore the land ♪

♪ Of the free-eee-eeee ♪

♪ Eeee-eeee ♪

♪ Eee-ow! ♪

♪ And the home of the ♪

♪ Bravee-aye-eve ♪

♪ Mmmmm! ♪

[cheering]

[applause]

Oh, yes, she made threats,
ladies and gentlemen.

But Suzanne Hamil's not being
charged with making threats,

she's up on murder.

And for murder,
there's no evidence.

No gun, no witnesses,
except Corey Walker who claims

that he picked off
that license plate in the dark

at 60 feet, when we all know,
we all saw

that he doesn't have the
eyesight to substantiate that.

And the fact
that the District Attorney

didn't even include Corey

as part of his principle case

tells you something
about his credibility.

The fibers, well, Suzanne Hamil
was in that house,

that very day, making love
on the carpet, so, of course

fibers were found
on her clothing.

And think about this...

through all the threats,

all the harassment,
Michael Walker

never pressed charges.

He never even sought

a restraining order
to keep her away,

because as Suzanne Hamil
told us,

he didn't really
want her to go away.

What we have here,
ladies and gentlemen,

is definitely a crime
of extraordinary passion.

Suzanne Hamil
sits before you today

very much guilty of the passion.

Michael Walker had the passion.

As for the crime...

that belongs to Jeanette.

She looked at her husband
on the videotape.

Two years this had
been going on.

We heard of her anger
and her hatred...

doctor-patient privilege
prevents us

from knowing the true scope
of that hatred.

But when he went back...

when Michael Walker went back
to the love of this woman,

when it became clear
that he couldn't escape

his own passions...
Jeanette couldn't cope.

And she probably knew,
maybe from

the trace of Suzanne's
perfume in the air,

maybe from a fleeting look
on Michael's face,

she probably knew what went on
in her house

that very afternoon.

That for two and a half hours...

Michael Walker
had made passionate,

uncontrollable love
to Suzanne Hamil.

And that was never
going to happen again.

Oh, no, ladies and gentlemen,
Jeanette was going to make sure

that would never happen again.

The defendant threatened to chop
the victim up into pieces,

vowed she would kill him.

Now, I don't think I have to
take up your valuable time

getting you to believe
that sitting here

is a mentally-deranged
human being.

There were no witnesses
to support this concoction

that she was with the victim,

making love the afternoon
of his murder.

No witnesses to support
her claim

that she was home alone
the night of the murder.

And what about the gun?

Jeanette Walker
never left the scene.

If she had been the shooter,

then we would have found
the gun, or the gloves

she had to have used
because there was

no gunpowder residue
on her hands.

Come on, ladies and gentlemen...

here we have a woman

with no criminal
or psychiatric history...

and here we have
a borderline psychotic,

self-admittedly obsessed
with the victim,

who repeatedly claimed
she would kill him.

Who sent a doll to his house

with an icepick
stabbed through it.

Round of applause for her
performance on the stand.

Bigger round of applause
for her lawyers...

but let's get this person
locked up, please...

before she develops
a crush on any one of us.

[murmuring]

I've got nothing against
accepting your plea, Counsel...

but I'm not going to do anything

in the absence of your client,
as well as the DA.

My client will be here,
Your Honor.

He's been very prompt
for all his court appointments--

He won't be prompt today,
Ms. Lamb.

I'm afraid Mr. Mead
won't be appearing.

What are you talking about?

He's in the hospital. Officer.

He was found in his room
unconscious an hour ago.

Next to him, on the floor,
the police found... this.

Judge: What is that?

Maynard: These dentures have
been identified

as belonging to the defendant.

Obviously,
Mr. Mead bit his toad,

probably, looking to get
a bigger secretion.

- It was almost fatal.
- I begged him to get help.

Maynard: Your Honor, given
the severity of this problem,

the people can only
agree to probation

conditioned upon
Mr. Mead entering rehab.

Well, I have no objection
to that.

Alright. So ordered.

- Is he alright?
Maynard: He's stabilized.

The doctors say he'll make it.

No such luck for the toad.

[CJ sighs]

You hear anything?

Just that they
stayed in until 2:00 A.M.

last night before breaking.

They gotta be close.
[elevator dings]

I wish I knew what that means.

[clamoring]

As far as I know is that the
deliberations are continuing.

I know just as much as you do.

[indistinct]

No comment.

Reporter 2: Where is Suzanne,
right now, Mr. Sollers?

I have no comment right now.
All any of us can do is wait.

How long do they usually take?

Well, you never know.
This one's close.

But, uh, it could be
any minute.

I don't think they believed
the boy, do you?

I don't know,
we tripped him up,

but he didn't really come off
as dishonest.

No. He's a good boy.

Has his father's eyes,
you know?

Something about him, I was
watching him as he testified.

He doesn't belong
with that woman.

- Excuse me?
- His mother.

The connection
wasn't there at all.

I bet Michael would
prefer he be with me.

Well, I'm not saying
he will be with me, Ann.

I'm just saying...

I felt some sort of...
destiny there.

Reminded me of Michael.
[door opens]

Jury's back. Let's go.

Judge: Mr. Foreman, has the jury
reached its verdict?

- Yes, we have, Your Honor.
- What say you?

In the matter of the People
versus Suzanne Hamil,

on the charge
of first degree murder,

we find the defendant...
not guilty.

[clamoring]

Judge: Alright! Alright!
Settle down.

Members of the jury,
your service is completed.

You are dismissed.
The defendant...

is free to go. We are adjourned.

Man 2: People are saying you're
getting away with murder,

is this true?

[indistinct chatter]

Mr. Sollers, do you
think, uh, charges

should be brought
against the wife?

I will not speculate
as to the intentions of the DA.

Reporter 3: Suzanne,
do you believe she did it?

All I know is, it wasn't me.

Ms. Kelsey,
could we have your reaction?

I have no comment. Mr. Sollers
speaks for both of us.

[indistinct chatter]

Mrs. Walker. Mrs. Walker.
I'm sorry.

Wait, Jeanette, wait!

Suzanne was talking
about Corey in a way...

I think there might be
some danger.

What are you talking about?

She was rambling a little bit
about Corey and destiny.

It might not mean anything.
I don't know.

Reporter 4: Mrs. Walker,
could we have your reaction?

- Are you angry at the verdict?
- Mrs. Walker!

Reporter 5: Mrs. Walker, were
you shocked by the verdict?

McKenzie : I must say,
Mr. Harden,

except for the occasional
precipitation,

I quite enjoyed
Mr. Miller's performance,

and I'm curious as to
what you found offensive.

Oh, I personally
don't think it's offensive.

I, I'm just worried about

sponsor pullouts
on our telecasts.

Which sponsors
would be offended?

Oh, I don't think the sponsors
would be offended.

It's just, they're afraid
that people out there,

they might be offended.

Oh, I see.

And you'd rather cater to an
unreasonable intolerance than

stand behind what you believe
to be reasonable content?

Well, we have to be concerned
with the sensibilities

of the American public
and today's--

You sound like
a network executive.

I object to that.

I'm certainly enlightened
enough to appreciate

the artistic content
of Mr. Miller's rendition.

But Joe and Jane American

aren't gonna
look at it that way.

Well, I don't think
Joe and Jane American

would appreciate
the continued assumption

by you and people like you

that you're more
enlightened than they are.

I don't think Joe and Jane
would appreciate

you deciding what's appropriate
for them and what's not.

Oh, so if he wants to swear,

or use the Lord's name
in vain, then--

This isn't about profanity.

This is about
you controlling expression.

And that's totally inconsistent

with the song
you hired him to sing.

I'm ordering judgment
in the amount of $35,000.

Now, try to do somethin' about
that spit, will ya?

[laughing]

[knock on door]

Wow.

Here's to the winners.

We called the police.
They won't do anything.

She didn't make
any overt threats.

I just feel so helpless.

There's nothing more
you can do, honey.

You've already violated
attorney-client privilege.

We just put a psychotic killer
back on the streets.

I'm not gonna lose any sleep
over attorney-client privilege.

Okay.

♪ I was raised up
on Jimmy Reed ♪

♪ Cornbread, collard greens
and black-eyed peas ♪

♪ Took my first bath
in Muddy Waters ♪

♪ All of you mamas
better watch your daughters ♪

♪ I'm a blues man ♪

♪ Hey! I'm a blues man ♪

♪ I spell B ♪

♪ L ♪

♪ U ♪

♪ E-S ♪

♪ That spells "Blues" y'all ♪

♪ That spells Blues ♪

♪ I am ♪

♪ A blues man ♪

♪ Ow! ♪

[cheering]

Yeah. Yeah.

[applause]

[dog barking]

[indistinct chatter]

[police radio chatter]

I'm Ann Kelsey,
the attorney handling the case.

Alright.

Ann Kelsey, attorney.

You might want to
hold off, Counsel.

Let me through, please.

Detective: The victim,
Suzanne Hamil, appears to have

two bullet wounds,
both frontal.

One in the forehead,
one in the abdomen.

Woman 1: Bill,
the lawyer's here.

- Where are they?
- In there.

Let her in.

Close the doors, please.

What happened?

You agree to be
our lawyer now, right?

- This is privileged?
- Yeah. What happened?

I called her,
told her to come over.

And when she came in...

I shot her.

Oh, God. Why?

I was afraid she'd get us.

You said there was danger.

Did you know that he called her?

No.

Where did you get the gun?

I bought it from a kid
at school.

I...

Should I tell?
[sniffling]

[crying]
Yeah, honey. Go ahead.

I used it to kill dad.

[gasps]

I didn't know, Ms. Kelsey.

He just told me.

[sobbing]

Evidently, she was here
that afternoon

and Corey saw them.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

I just, I just got
my own client killed.

What are we gonna do?

I don't know.

I don't know.

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