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[gentle music]

- Received a tip off that someone was passing counterfeit bills

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at a bar in Glendale.

- This is exhibit D. Is this one of the counterfeit 100 dollar bills

you confiscated at the bar? - Yes.

- And this is a blow up of the counterfeit bill,

a very good job.

Now, how did you proceed after confiscating the counterfeit bills?

- Our investigation led us to the house of Mr. Feldstein.

We're searching covered items connected

with a forging of US treasury bank notes.

- Plates? - Yes, plates.

- This is exhibit E, and where did you find these plates?

- In a rolled up desk in Mr. Feldstein's house.

- Can you think of any reason why someone would possess

these plates,

other than to print their own money?

- None at all.

- No further questions.

- Mr. McBride, your witness.

- Thank you, Your Honor.

Detective King, these are

definitely the plates you found

in Mr. Feldstein's house?

- That's right. - Take you long to find them? [whoosh]

- Got five minutes. [whoosh]

[indistinct police radio chatter]

- Not much of a hiding place.

- Maybe some people are dumber than you think.

- As yourself. [whoosh]

Find any other evidence? - No.

- Printing press, counterfeit bills?

- No.

- These plates? - That's it.

- Did you print any bills with these?

- Didn't have to. He had the,

plates and the counterfeit bills from Glendale.

- Ah, these plates?

- Yes. - I think we've established that

those are the plates at Mr. Feldstein's house.

- Yes, thank you Your Honor.

With the court's permission

I would like to

examine this evidence a little more thoroughly.

Phil?

If you'll look closely, you will see that

the plates confiscated by Detective King

in Mr. Feldstein's apartment,

that Benjamin Franklin seems to be wearing, what?

A set of headphones.

And that the banner under the White House

reads "House of Rock."

Now we all know that Benjamin Franklin invented

many useful and interesting things,

but I'm almost certain

that headphones were not among those inventions.

- That's not possible.

- So there's no way that those plates

could have printed the counterfeit money

that was confiscated in Glendale.

That's probably why they were so easy to find.

Mr. Feldstein wasn't even trying to hide them.

- That must be a mistake.

Feldstein's a convicted counterfeiter.

- Who paid his debt to society over 23 years ago.

Your honor, Mr. Feldstein was hired

by a movie production company

to make dummy plates and play money for a film

called Easy Money.

Mr. Garcia, would you stand sir?

Mr. Garcia was the property master on the film.

I have a sworn affidavit here

that he hired Mo Feldstein to make dummy plates

and a hundred thousand dollars worth of play money

to be used in the movie.

- I don't, you know,

I, I can't, I think--

- Your honor, I have no further questions of this witness.

- Witness may step down.

[indistinct mumbling]

- Hey, you were on fire in there McBride.

You're a regular Atticus Finch.

[chuckling]

- Hopperly might take exception to that, but thanks.

You know Mo, you should have destroyed those plates

after the movie production was over, you know that?

- Yeah they took so long to make.

It was my finest work.

I couldn't destroy them.

- Mo, you know the police are gonna have to destroy them.

- That's a shame.

Let's see the police destroying a Van Gogh.

- A real Van Gogh?

[crowd applauding] [upbeat music]

- And we're back!

And we're here talking with Tracy,

an aspiring singer.

- Not aspiring, Marty.

I'm close to cutting an album.

I could do a number for your audience.

[audience applauding]

- Well, I'm sure that would be wonderful, Tracy.

Unfortunately we have our show to shoot.

Which you are the star.

[audience applauding]

So, let's get right down to it.

Revealing a secret can be very painful.

But for other, keeping it bottled up inside

can be worse.

Today's guest is here because she wants to tell

her boyfriend, La Verita, the truth.

[audience gasping]

So, let's bring out Tracy's boyfriend, Joe.

[audience applauding]

Joe, me casa, su casa.

- [Joe] Thanks. - [Marty] Welcome have a seat.

- Hey.

- So good looking.

- Now Joe, you know you're here

because Tracy wants to tell you something.

But, what Tracy doesn't know is that

you have a question for her, don't you?

- [Joe] I sure do.

- Joe, the world is your stage.

And we're all here for you, pal.

Aren't we, folks?

[audience applauding]

Here you go.

You heard them.

- I know it's taken me a long time

to get around to this, but oh heck,

I love you Tracy Ann Cannacot.

[audience chattering]

Will you marry me? [audience gasping]

- Ooh!

- Joe is waiting for an answer.

But,

before you give it,

do you want to tell him your secret?

- [Audience] Tracy, Tracy, Tracy, Tracy!

- Tracy?

- What is it, honey?

- I'm seeing someone else.

[audience gasping]

- What are you saying, honey.

- Let's bring him out!

[audience booing]

- Hey Joe.

- Hey, Eddie.

- Sorry pal.

[audience gasping]

- You're seeing Eddie?

Let's go man! [audience jeering]

- Frame it up.

- [Man] Pull him off of there!

- You knew!

You knew what I was gonna say!

Who do you think you are?

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you for this!

- Well, ladies and gentlemen,

it may have take a thousand shows

but you heard it right here tonight, live.

I just got my first death threat.

[chuckling]

How sweet it is.

So, until the next time,

love, peace and happiness. [upbeat music]

Goodnight. [audience applauding]

- Good job Marty. - Well, tell me. - Magnificent show, buddy boy.

- Think so? - Yeah, best yet Marty.

- Congratulations, Marty.

- Thank you, sweetheart.

- There's nothing for you to do except to relax

and enjoy your party.

- Well, since you say so, I will.

- Okay, you can smother him with love at the party later.

Right?

Come on.

- How about if I just give you the jacket, okay?

Now go and get my suit,

the one that I'm wearing to the party.

- Just have to press this shirt.

I'll get it for you Marty.

- Whatever, chop chop!

That guy Joe,

lunatic, loved him!

- You were heroic.

- Really? - Oh yeah.

Death threat, I get chills.

- Emmy?

- Oh, Oscar, television.

It's your story.

So how does it feel to hit a milestone,

10 years on the air.

- Feels like 50.

- Come on.

Get a couple of glasses of bubbly inside you.

You'll feel better.

Look, you're tired.

It was a tough show.

- Very tough.

- It was a tough year.

- You think?

- Well, you could take a break, you know.

- Where am I gonna go?

- Uh, Corma?

[chuckling] - No come on, I'm serious.

- No one goes there.

I don't know, Maui, Barbados.

Come on, get your batteries recharged.

You know, get yourself fit.

Come out for the next season fighting.

- Pow! - Oh!

Not the face.

Love you, mean it, see you in 30 min.

[gentle jazzy music]

- [Becky] A little higher on the right, please.

- Becky, almost ready?

That's good.

You really outdid yourself with today's featured guest.

- Well, perfect way to mark 10 years.

- And counting.

Look out Oprah.

The guy was really bum, though.

- Yeah, how was he when they left?

- He gave security quite a fight.

Over there, please.

- Everybody gets their moment.

[suspenseful music]

- [Man] Come on, the party's starting.

[door creaking]

[slow, jazzy music]

- Ah!

Victoria, you look ravishing.

You're too good for him.

- That's what I always tell him.

[chuckling]

[birds chirping]

- Hey.

- Hey, Arnie. - Any sign of him?

- He was a little tired.

I'm not surprised if he's running late.

[phone dialing and ringing]

- Let's give him a call. - [Marty] You've reached Marty's cell phone.

- Well, no answer.

He must be on his way.

Everybody!

We're gonna get ready now.

Marty's on his way down.

[indistinct chatter]

Just gonna be a moment now. All right.

[crowd cheering] [upbeat music]

- Hey, stop right there, you.

Freeze!

[indistinct chatter]

What are you doing?

I didn't do nothing!

I didn't do nothing!

I swear.

- [Officer] Shut up! - Get off!

[slow music]

[camera clicking]

- Whoa, you can't come in here.

[camera clicking]

- Did he use that to kill Marty?

- Looks like it. - That's Marty's Viewer's Choice Award.

Some people have no respect.

- Marsh.

What have we got? - Marty Caine.

Looks like he was hit over the head.

- Anything taken?

- Not that we know of.

But we're still looking.

- Who's the guy at the door?

- Arnie Wilson,

the show's producer.

- Captain's gonna love this.

[slow, jazzy music]

[indistinct TV chatter]

- [TV Reporter] In entertainment news,

police confirm this morning

that popular television host, Marty Caine,

was murdered in his office last night.

- All right so this thing is supposed to make us

a better cup of coffee, right?

- [TV Reporter] Preparing for a party

celebrating his 10 year...

- Hey, hey look.

Roberta, she looks good, huh?

- [TV Reporter] Police have take A Joseph Devine

into custody. - Hold on a second.

Didn't we have a client named Joe Devine?

We did.

We had a client named Joe Devine.

We wrote up a,

a record contract for him.

He was make a, a demo CD

for his girlfriend's singing.

- [TV Reporter] Witnesses say Mr. Devine

made death threats against shock talk show.

- Not anymore. - [TV Reporter] Before being escorted off by security.

- I didn't do it.

- 15 million people heard you and saw you

threaten to kill Marty Caine.

And then you show up at his party

covered in his blood.

- I know it looks bad.

- Yeah.

All right.

Tell me what happened after the show.

- I sat in my car,

steaming mad.

That guy Caine set me up to look like a fool

on national television.

I'm down on one knee proposing to my girlfriend.

He drags out my supposed friend, Eddie

so Tracy can tell me she's sleeping with him?

To Marty Caine

this is just another episode of TV.

But to me and Tracy, this is our lives.

- What'd you do?

- I thought that if I explained that to him

he would understand.

You know, maybe he would take more care with another guest

the next time.

- Then what?

[whoosh]

- At first I couldn't see him.

[slow music]

- You could've just called for help.

- I was scared. I... [whoosh]

- Was he dead? - He was still warm.

- And that's how you got blood all over your hands?

- I panicked.

I didn't know what to do.

- Could have called for help.

- I was scared.

I must've passed him in the hallway.

[suspenseful music]

- Hey you, stop!

[loud thudding]

[group applauding]

- Can you help me?

- McBride.

You really know how to pick them.

- Well, you know me, I love a challenge.

Especially when I think the accused is innocent.

Where are you going? - Detective Marsh and I

are heading downtown to meet with the captain.

- Why? - We need to make sure that this high profile case

is handled carefully. Captain wants to be apprised in person.

- Captain afraid of getting his image tarnished?

- You know as well as I that the media is going to be trying this case as we go.

- Boy isn't that the truth?

- Yeah.

- I'll let you guys get to it. - Thank you

- Ready?

[jazzy music]

[phone ringing]

- McBride Associates.

Hold on.

It's a reporter from the National Informer.

- I am in a very important meeting.

- Ah, he's in a very important meeting.

Thank you.

- Has that been happening a lot? [phone ringing]

- Ever since I walked in the door.

- Let the voicemail get it.

Marty Caine's murder is big news, huh?

- Oh, I talked to Wingy.

He said that the bail situation is taken care of.

- [Voicemail] You've reached the offices of McBride and Associates.

- Great. - [Voicemail] Please leave a message after the beep.

- Oh. [phone beeping]

Can I please call a temp agency?

- Yes.

Tell them to send a Rottweiler.

- Thank you.

- It's certainly true that money doesn't equate

to taste, does it?

Hi, we're here to see Mrs. Caine.

- Come in.

Mrs. Caine, I'm McBride.

My associate Phil Dewberry - Hello Mrs. Caine.

- Please come in. - Thank you.

- Can I get you something to drink or?

- No. It's fine.

We appreciate you seeing us. We'll try not to take too much of your time.

- How can I help? - Mrs. Caine, I hope you don't mind my asking but,

how long were you and Mr. Caine married?

- It would have been 12 years next fall.

- Very impressive. Especially for Hollywood. - Well Marty was a big star

but when he came home to me he would leave all that behind.

- As I told you on the phone

the police believe they have their man

but it is our opinion he is innocent.

- He publicly threatened my husband.

He, he was caught fleeing the scene

covered in my husband's blood.

- Mrs. Caine, if I may,

there were no eye witnesses to the actual assault.

- What do you need to ask me? - There were a lot of people

who had the opportunity that night to

kill your husband.

The people who work for the show,

all of the guests at the party.

I'm wondering if you could think of any one

who might have a motive to kill Marty?

- Any one?

We're talking about show business.

- Um, afraid I don't follow.

- It's a cutthroat business. There are some people who

it's not good enough to succeed. They need their friends to fail.

That's why Marty was thinking about getting out of television.

- Retiring?

- Politics

- Leaving one cutthroat business for another?

- Everybody was so upset.

Told them not to come in today.

- I'm sure it was a terrible shock.

- I still can't believe it.

- How long did you and Marty work together?

- Since Marty moved to Los Angeles nearly 10 years ago.

- When did you last see him? - I walked into his office about six o'clock.

So energized, so focused.

He wanted to talk new ideas for the next 10 years,

but I told him to relax.

He'd had a tough show.

You've seen it, right?

- Yeah, we've seen it.

- Well, I'll let you two do what you have to do.

I've got to get back to work.

Showing reruns today.

- Thanks.

- I thought Marty's wife said

he was getting out of television?

- Well that wouldn't make Arnie very happy, would it?

[slow music]

- Ah.

- You all right? I'll take the pictures.

- No, no, no. It's cool.

Lunch isn't sitting very well.

- Right.

Primarily this area we need.

Fingerprints on the chair, bloodstain.

We need pictures of the doorknobs, too.

So you can dump those on the computer,

and we can print out all those photographs.

Oh hi. - Hi.

Did you get everything you need?

- Um, for now yes.

Do you have any idea who might have wanted

to do something like this to Marty?

- No, everyone loved Marty.

- No professional jealousies?

- None that I'm aware of.

- Ah, what about the marriage?

- Are you kidding?

Marty and Victoria were like Rhett and Scarlet.

- Didn't he leave her in the end?

- Well you know what I mean.

Like Rick and Ilsa, Casablanca.

- Didn't she leave him in the end? - Marty and Victoria were

an extremely devoted couple.

- Right, I understand. One thing that I will need

is a staff list of everybody that worked on the show.

- And all the guests at the party.

- Right. Well you're gonna have to wait til my secretary gets back.

I press buttons on the computer and the lights go out.

- Thanks Arnie, we'll be in touch.

- Okay.

- So everybody just loved Marty Caine, did they?

- That's what the man said.

- Yeah, but that's not what Mrs. Caine said.

- It's true.

All right, so Marty was hit on the back of the head.

- Right. - Where he fell.

Fell over like he was headed toward the bathroom.

- Okay, what's your point?

- It's not what you'd expect, tell me.

He's confronted by Joe

who's meant to be angry enough to kill him.

Marty just turns his back on him? - Marty was arrogant.

And clearly he was arrogant enough to think

that Joe wasn't a danger.

- He walks away from Joe.

And Joe what, brains him with his own

Viewer's Choice Award?

- Yes, that's what the DA's gonna claim.

- Yeah. It doesn't really pass the smell test though, does it?

Marty Caine turned this back

because it never occurred to him for a moment

he was in any danger.

He walked away not because he was arrogant.

Because he felt safe.

- Which means what?

- Marty Caine knew his killer.

- Well, I don't know how to thank you

for securing my bail, Mr. McBride

- Just help me prove you're innocent.

- Do you have a comment? - If you don't say anything,

they won't print anything. [indistinct chatter]

[cameras clicking]

- Tracy?

- Honey, I've always loved you.

I am really sorry about that business with Eddie.

- Honey, you broke my heart.

- I know baby, I'm sorry.

But that's over. - You mean it?

- Joe, do you forgive Tracy? - Well I love her.

- Tracy, does this mean you accept Joe's... - You know what?

We're not gonna answer any more questions right now.

We'll talk to you guys another time.

Give him some air, all right? Thanks a lot.

I'll give you a piece of advice. Stay away from reporters.

They're not your friends. - Okay.

- Just get home and I'll call you in a while.

- Okay, thanks again.

[slow music]

- [Phil] Wow, nice house.

Think he must be making a little bit of money

working for Marty.

[dog barking] [birds chirping]

[door slamming]

[knocking on door]

[doorbell ringing]

- Hi, Becky Tranter?

- Forget it, okay?

- My name is McBride. Are you Becky?

- No, and she's not doing any interviews.

- Oh, we're we're not reporters.

- No we're lawyers.

We represent the gentleman who was accused

of killing Marty Caine.

- My name's Phil.

Hey.

Um, we had a few questions for Mrs. Tranter

if that's cool with you?

- She's out back.

- Cool. - May we?

- Thank you.

- I'm sorry. I've gotta rush.

I've got an important audition I've got to go to.

- [McBride] That's fine. What's your name?

- I'm Gina, Gina Carson.

- [McBride] Been friends with Becky long?

- We rent the place together.

Moved in about a year ago.

This has really hit her hard.

- Did you ever meet Mr. Caine?

- A couple of times with Becky,

Go easy on her.

[birds chirping]

- Becky Tranter, my name's McBride.

I'm a lawyer representing Joe Devine.

Could we have a talk?

- It's my fault he's dead.

[slow music]

I had a bunch of things to do.

I never thought, I mean,

you don't expect someone's gonna come back and...

- Take your time.

- I should have checked, you know.

If I would have just checked,

but instead I got distracted,

and I didn't follow up.

If I had done my job...

Thank you.

He seemed like a nice enough guy before the show.

- What happened after that?

- I just finished up and got ready for the party.

- And you saw Marty, you say, at around,

at 7:00 PM?

[whoosh]

- Marty was just out of the shower.

- Hey Becky.

- Hey.

- How you doing?

- Good.

Entertainment Tonight called.

- Yeah? - They need to move the interview to Tuesday.

- They're bumping me, why?

- They said something about Cuba Gooding becoming available.

- Oh, oh Cuba Gooding.

Excuse me.

- They're very sorry.

- So your conversation was just about scheduling?

- Pretty much. - What's the real message here, Becky?

What are they really saying? That one lousy best supporting actor beats my Emmy,

my five Golden Globes,

my Viewer's Choice Award?

And do they think that the alumni

at the University of New Hampshire

just gives their award to anyone?

- I'll be sure to tell them.

- You do that.

[chuckling]

Who cares, it's my night.

- Yeah.

- Go, get ready for the party.

- How long had you worked for him?

- Eight years.

He knew my father back in the old days,

before Marty was famous.

We talked a bit about that, too.

- Hey.

That, that was our first show.

My girlfriend is hairier than I am.

[giggling]

We've grown.

- Well, now here you are 10 years later.

who would have thought it?

- Not me.

- Yeah.

Dad either.

- He should be here.

- I know.

- See you at the party.

[whoosh]

- Did you see him again after that?

- Not until they found him.

A 10 year run.

Do you know how many people achieve that?

It was going to be the best night of his life.

My fault, you see.

I should have checked.

[slow jazzy music]

- Mac, thanks for calling.

If you hadn't I'd have gone hungry all night.

Well, not exactly the corner booth at Muso Frank's,

but not the restaurant that matters,

but the choice of company.

- You always know say the right thing.

- What's got you working so late

flooding the captain with paperwork?

- Oh, this case is so hot.

He wants me to handle it personally.

We've got to keep a step ahead of the press

or we'll have mud on our face.

- Anything new? - Yeah.

You'll probably read it in the tabloids tomorrow.

Apparently the guy famous

for bringing out the worst in his guests

had a few extra marital secrets of his own.

- Any new suspects? - We're working on it.

But what I don't know is how you think

that there's a way out of this for your client.

- You never know.

Could get lucky.

- Who knows, you might.

[cheerful, jazzy music]

- [McBride] So the girl who was with Marty that night,

did she check in at reception?

- [Phil] Aaron said Marty gave them all passes.

- [McBride] You know what? We've got to find out who she was.

Could be very important.

- So what have we got here?

- We've got a wife who wasn't too brokenhearted.

Got a producer who could get very angry.

Maybe if he thought he was being dumped.

And several people with access.

You know what might be a good idea?

Make friends with Becky.

You know, Marty Caine's assistant.

She was very close to him.

See what you can learn.

- You mean like... - Just get close to her.

She's a contemporary. So she'll probably open up to you a lot sooner

than she would to me.

- Oh, my word.

31 messages.

- Did you call the temp agency?

- [Phil] Yes. [phone ringing]

- McBride and Associates.

Los Angeles Times?

I'm sorry, he's in a deposition.

Thank you, goodbye.

McBride and Associates.

Uh huh.

Hold the line, please.

No, I'll tell Mr. McBride.

10:00 AM on the fifth.

Yes, uh huh.

And does he have your number?

Thank you, goodbye.

Eugenie Underwood, the agency sent me.

You know that works great with filtered water.

- You asked for Rottweiler.

- Welcome.

[car horns honking]

- Hey, look, I wanna talk to Arnie.

You look around, see if you can find Aaron.

- Okay.

- Well I dressed Marty for all his public appearances.

- What was it like working for him?

- He was exacting.

- Exacting?

- Yes, everything was Marty had to be just so.

He was meticulous about his appearance.

The cashmere and silk suits.

The hundred percent cotton shirts,

all hand made, of course.

Monogrammed breast pocket.

Only rule was to make Marty look good.

- How about Marty the man?

How did he treat the people around him?

- The only role was to make Marty look good.

Marty Cain's wardrobe.

- You know, I noticed that you keep the door locked.

- We've had some pilfering of Marty's things.

You know, people are so crazy to get their hands on celebrity items.

I find it best to keep temptation under lock and key.

- Smart. - It's kind of weird thinking

he's never going to wear any of these things again.

- Aaron, the night that Marty was killed

Arnie said that you brought him his suit

earlier that evening.

- Yeah, that's right.

- Remember...

what time exactly?

- It was about 6:30.

And he wanted his favorite Armani,

which meant his white Oxford button down.

- So you came in, you saw him,

and you gave him his suit?

- No, I hung the suit and the shirt on the coat rack,

and I left the shoes beneath,

and I left.

- Why didn't you just give him his suit personally?

- Um, well because Marty was entertaining

one of his lady friends,

and from the sound of things

it wasn't really time to interrupt.

- You mean he was, they were...

- I don't know what I mean

except that I know when it's okay to bother Marty

and I know it's not okay. And when he's entertaining one of his lady friends

and I hear giggling coming from in the room

it's probably not the best time to bother. - Giggling, really?

- I don't know. Maybe sex with Marty is some kind of laugh riot.

- How unusual was it for Marty to be entertaining

a girl in his dressing room like that after a show?

- I wouldn't say it was unusual exactly.

- What would you say exactly?

- Marty used to get, you know, worked up after the show.

I guess he used that to kind of relax.

- Did you happen to see the girl he was with that night? - No, no.

- He have any special girls? - Look, I don't know.

I didn't see them. They were all the same to me.

I just kept my head down and I did my job,

and keeping track of Marty's extra marital liaisons

doesn't really fit my job description, so.

[phone ringing]

- I still have your handkerchief. - What?

- Yeah, you forgot it the other day.

- Oh, I, I didn't really forget it.

I just thought it was a bit un-chivalrous.

- Plus it was soaking wet.

- Yes it was.

- Do you want to grab a coffee?

- Sure.

- This way. - Oh.

This is the green room, huh?

Gosh, I guess I imagined it a little more,

oh, I don't know, green.

- Inoffensive beige room

doesn't have the same ring now does it?

- No, it doesn't actually.

So you happen to know anything

about the woman who was in Marty's office

the night he died?

- No.

Well, I mean, yeah.

I know he fooled around behind his wife's back,

but I never, I mean

it wasn't something that we talked about.

- Thank you.

Don't ask, don't tell, huh? - Yeah.

- You didn't happen to know who he was seeing recently

or first name, anything he might've said?

- Sorry.

- It's all right.

So I guess all this means you're pretty much

out of a job now, huh?

- Yeah.

But it's Hollywood.

I'm sure something will turn up. - Here you are.

I've been looking all over for you. - I'm coming.

Look, I gotta go. - Going to check on the editing now.

McBride.

- This won't take long.

- To tell you the truth

I was kind of hoping we were through talking.

- Yeah.

Well I know that Marty was thinking about quitting.

- So maybe he was quitting.

Maybe and so what?

- Well,

how'd you feel about that?

- In all honesty,

it was time.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- Well, because experience has taught me to never

tell people any more than is strictly necessary.

Especially when being forthright.

It can lead to unnecessary complications.

- Like what?

- Well, like you mistakenly thinking

that I would be devastated

by the fact that Marty might be quitting,

and that I'd be angry over the way he'd abandoned me

after all that I had done for him.

Joe, let's try these on DVD.

- Were you?

- Why should I be?

We had a great run. Nearly 10 years.

Besides, I got development deals all over the town.

- Good for you. - Listen, Mr. McBride,

you probably figured out that Marty could be

a pain in the neck,

but I'm a producer,

and dealing with stars who are a pain in the neck

is part of the job.

And in case you really need to ask me

I can tell you exactly where I was when Marty was murdered.

- Good. 'Cause I really to ask.

- Well I was talking to the network suits on the phone

between 6:30 and 7:15.

You can check the phone records.

- I will.

- You know, McBride.

You're a smart lawyer.

You ever think about doing a reality series

based on legal system?

We should talk.

- Thank you, I don't think so.

- Well, think about it.

- Just did.

Hi. - Hi Becky.

- Hi.

- I'll be in the Jeep.

- So, how's it going?

Are you a busy Friday?

Maybe I can take you to a movie or dinner or something?

- [Becky] Yeah.

- Okay great.

All right, bye.

[horn honking]

All right, so I ingratiated myself.

- You ask her out? - Yeah.

- Good, just remember-- - I remember.

Keep it professional.

- No, no, no, I promised, yes.

Yes, and I told him.

Okay, uh huh.

Okay fine.

- Uh? What's this all about?

- Certainly glad she didn't like my desk. - I'll tell them, thanks.

- Hi. - Hi.

You're in there.

[dog barking]

- Hey Jessie looks nice.

- Yeah.

Doggy fluff and fold. - So?

- The Tribune wants to interview you. - Not interested.

There's a spot on court TV if you're interested.

- No, no, no, maybe Phil? - No, not me.

- Okay, WKZ is interested in an in depth--

- Pass. - Okay.

- Where are the crime scene photos?

- What about all the--

- The statements, forensics and court papers.

- Well, yeah.

Actually how did you know I was gonna say that?

- Nice job.

[faint siren blaring]

So, now that we're organized,

let's get back to it.

Any luck on phone records? - Uh, they called and said

they'll have them to me in the morning.

- Okay, fine. Anybody on that production staff over there

profess any knowledge of Marty's girlfriends?

- Oh it's, you know, one of those things

where everybody knows about it

but nobody's talking about it.

- Yeah well...

Okay, to do list for the rest of the day.

I'd like you to go over to Joe's.

Just, um, kind of reiterate with him the points of the statement.

He could probably use a little hand holding right now anyway.

- You gonna be here the rest of the afternoon? - No, I wanna go have

another conversation with Victoria Caine.

Obviously things weren't as rosy

between her and Marty as she led us to believe.

- Um hum.

Um hum.

[birds chirping]

- I've been finding out some interesting things

about Mr. Caine.

- And?

- Well, to be blunt it doesn't seem

he's what one would call a faithful husband.

- I know.

- So you didn't have a happy marriage?

- I had a marriage that worked.

Look, a lot of women let that sort of thing go by

when they're married to a successful man.

The only thing that mattered was that Marty came home to me.

[phone ringing]

- Do you wanna get that?

- No, I, I don't really want to speak to anyone right now.

- Did it hurt?

- Of course it hurt.

Truth is it hurts as much now

as when I first found out about it five years ago.

- Why did you stay with him?

[slow music]

- Because I loved him.

If you don't mind I would really like

to just be alone right now, please.

- Certainly.

[engine humming]

[knocking on door]

- Joe, what time was it that you went back into the studio?

- You okay baby?

- As long as I've got you. [phone ringing]

- Oh, now don't you move a muscle.

I'll get that. - Okay.

- Hello? - Man, I'll tell you the phone's been ringing off

the hook since we got home.

- Really? - Yeah.

Got offers coming in all over.

She got herself an agent. [giggling]

He's talking about booking studio time.

You know, when she's got her set fully developed,

you know, fine tuned.

This trial has been like the best

thing that could've happened to us.

It's really made Tracy and me understand

how much we truly love each other,

in sickness and in health,

for better or worse, for richer for poorer.

- Joseph, you are on trial for murder.

- Yeah, but I'm innocent,

and you guys are the best, right?

- Okay, sometimes that's not enough.

Like right now.

- What do you mean?

- Joe, I think you need to just lay low

and stop taking this all for granted.

- If you're trying to scare me, Phil,

you're doing a heck of a good job.

- I'm not trying to scare you.

I'm trying to give you a dose of reality.

This trial, this case is not good for Tracy

and it's especially not good for you.

[suspenseful music] [dog barking]

[phone dialing]

[phone ringing]

- Hi, Eugenia, McBride.

Listen, I'm going to be out here a lot longer

than I thought.

So could you hang around, please?

Keep Jesse company and feed him?

Yes, no, no, I will, I promise.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

If you could just do that.

All right, good.

Thank you.

Yes, I promise.

[phone beeping]

[car engine humming] [upbeat, mysterious music]

[door slamming]

[indistinct chatter]

[tapping on door]

- Okay, Joe. I'll go ahead and get this typed up

and then we can go over it again. - Sounds good.

- I'm just saying if people are showing up

becuase of me then I think it's only fair

that I get a slice of the pie, too.

- Take care, Joe. - Hey, thanks Phil.

And please tell Mr. McBride how grateful me and Tracy are.

- Sure. - I don't care.

I mean it's either that or I walk.

[car horns honking]

[giggling]

- Bye baby.

- [Woman] I'll talk to you later.

[knocking on door]

- What, did you forget your...

- Hello Aaron.

[phone ringing]

- [Becky] Hello?

Hi Becky.

Hey, it's Phil. - Oh hey.

- I was just calling to confirm for tonight.

- Well...

- C'mon, need a nice night out.

- I really just don't think it would be much fun.

- Just a little dinner and some good conversation.

- Okay, 7:00 PM?

- Great, pick you up.

Okay great. - Great.

I'll see a little later.

- See you then.

- Bye. - Bye.

- How long you been seeing her? - I don't think that's any of your business.

- You know something, when I've got a client facing the death penalty

everything is my business.

- Nearly two years.

- So the night of the murder you brought Marty his clothes.

Then what?

- Well I finish up a few things and I go home.

- You didn't go to the party? - No, no.

I wasn't really in the mood to celebrate Marty's achievements.

- Anybody see you leave the studio that night?

- I don't know. Maybe a security guard in the lobby.

- Did Marty know about you and Victoria?

- We kept it a secret from everyone.

- You know what Marty did, though. That just like,

clears the way for you, doesn't it?

- You really think this is something we cooked up together?

- Oh, hey that's a good question.

Thanks for bringing it up.

Did you?

- Don't be ridiculous.

Good night, Mr. McBride.

- You know, I just have this tingly feeling

we'll be talking again.

[door slamming] [lock clicking]

[tapping on door]

- Well.

- Hi.

- How are you?

- I'm good, how are you?

- You look very nice.

- Thank you.

So do you. - Thanks.

- Nice jacket.

- Thank you.

It's my it's my dad's.

He's dead.

[slow music] [indistinct chatter]

- I was born to it, I suppose.

- What, TV?

- My dad was--

- Eddie Tranter, I know.

- Wow, you've been doing your homework.

- It's my job.

I know that your dad and Marty were partners once.

- Yeah, I've known Marty my whole life.

My mom died when I was a baby.

Dad raised me on his own.

He was a producer.

A bit like Arnie, only with morals.

And Marty was the talent.

They started out at a local cable station in Michigan,

and right from the start it was clear Marty was a star.

And it wasn't too long after that

that the suits out here started to take notice.

- Out you came, huh?

- Marty came.

Dad didn't want to leave.

He didn't want to move me.

So he stayed and Marty became a big star in five minutes.

Of course we ended up coming out here in the end.

But by then dad was feeling really bad

about himself and drinking.

I mean, there was Marty all over TV Guide,

and dad couldn't get arrested.

- Why didn't he just ask Marty for help?

- Oh he wouldn't do that.

Marty told me he offered to help countless times

but dad didn't want charity.

One morning when I was 18,

I left to pick up some groceries.

Dad was in a good mood.

I had just given him a recording he wanted.

Kathleen Ferrier in Orpheus and Eurydice.

You know it?

- I'm more of an R and B kind of guy.

- Yeah well, dad loved it.

He said it was about being lost and then found.

I got back about a half hour later,

and the music was blaring out.

The window was open and

there was dad lying face down in the street.

We were eight stories up.

- He fell?

- No.

The coroner said there was no way,

something about the height of the window.

No, he jumped.

When he heard, Marty was devastated.

He felt terrible.

Said he should have made more of an effort to see dad.

And then afterward he stepped right up.

He took me under his wing,

gave me a job at the show.

It was like he'd never been away.

- Becky I'm...

I'm really sorry.

[phones ringing]

[tapping on door]

- Hi.

I need a break. I figured if I just called you, you would have said no.

I want to take Jessie to the dog park so he can

flirt with a certain female Chihuahua.

Why don't you take a walk with me.

- Okay.

You're right.

- Got your Glock?

[gentle music]

- My lady.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- I had a good time.

- Me too.

You okay? I noticed at dinner you were kind of scratching...

- I have a skin condition.

It's a rash.

I get it sometimes when I'm...

- Stressed? - Yeah.

[giggling]

- Well it's not surprising considering all you've been through.

- I have a special cream the doc gave me

but it doesn't seem to be doing me much good, so.

Pretty gross, huh?

- No, I actually had this weird twitch

in my right lower lid.

And it's gotten significantly worse

since I started working for McBride.

- Thank you, Phil.

Thank you for indulging me and making me laugh.

- It's what I do.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

[slow music]

- You followed me.

That was very sneaky.

[glass clinking]

My affair with Aaron has nothing to do with Marty's murder.

- The oldest motive in the world.

- What do you want from me?

- I'd like to know where you were

just before Marty's body was found.

- At the party.

- And who saw you there?

- Almost everybody. - Right, 10 years.

Enviable run on television.

It must have been a very exciting party

for everyone involved.

- I'm sure it was.

- So it's possible you slipped away for a few minutes.

No one would even notice.

- Yes, I could've, but I didn't.

Let's just cut to the chase here.

If I wanted to kill my husband

who took very good care of me,

you really think that I would do it at a party

surrounded by 50 of his closest associates?

If you have any more questions,

please just call my lawyer.

[cheerful, jazzy music]

[indistinct TV chatter]

- Hey.

- How'd it go with Victoria Caine?

- Well, she is one smart woman. And tough.

- Yeah, I guess you'd have to be to be live with Marty all those years.

- What's that?

- Oh, this is the phone list.

- Oh Arnie's?

- Yes.

And did you see on the next page.

6:23 he made a phone call that lasted 47 minutes.

So guess he's off the suspect list. - You think so?

- Well, it's a pretty solid alibi, isn't it?

- Ever put anybody on hold?

- I don't think a producer would dare

put a network executive on hold.

- No? - No.

Phone protocol in Hollywood is a,

it's not a game.

There's a real pecking order as to who gets

to do what to whom.

- Anything come for me from the police? - Police?

- Detective Marsh said that he was going to send me a list

of all the stuff that was in Marty Caine's office

the night he got murdered.

- No, nothing's come yet.

- Can we do something about that?

- Who do you think you are!

I'll kill you!

- Well, I mean, they're convicting him on television

before the trial's even started.

- I had no idea he had such passion.

Such rage,

such intense love for me.

- She is a piece of work, isn't she?

The boyfriend is up on a murder rap.

And she's promoting herself.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey Mac. What brings you by?

- Well, I've been looking for Detective Marsh. I can't find him.

He was supposed to send me an inventory list

of all the stuff in the Marty Caine office.

I haven't gotten it yet. - You know what?

I haven't seen him in a bit.

Let me see what I can do.

This is Detective Hansen.

Can I get the crime scene inventory

for the Marty Caine murder case?

It'll be right up.

- Groovy.

Your desk.

- Thank you.

- I know Marsh is swamped with all of this

but I should have had that list quite a while ago.

I'm getting behind here.

- Oh, I'm sorry about that.

Marsh should have had it right away.

- I'm sure the captain wouldn't wanna lose this case

on a technicality.

- No, he wouldn't.

You will have full disclosure.

- Here you go, ma'am.

- Thanks Channel.

Mr. McBride.

Anything else I can do for you?

- No, this is what I needed.

Thank you.

- That's a switch.

[indistinct chatter]

[faint siren blaring] [car horns honking]

- What's up?

How's it going over here?

- Will take a while, yeah.

73 paperclips 23 scripts, 16 pens.

- It sounds like we don't know exactly what we're looking for.

- No. I was hoping that if I come across something that...

Marty's shirt. - What?

- His shirt, white monogram shirt.

- Right? Aaron pressed the shirt and brought it in with the suit

- At 6:35, right?

Said he walked in the office,

hangs the suit on the coat rack outside the dressing room.

- So?

- Come here.

So where is it?

No mention of a shirt on this list.

Black suit shoes.

So between the time Aaron hung the suit on the coat rack

and that picture was taken, the shirt disappeared.

- So you think the killer took it maybe as a souvenir?

- So much blood.

I mean Joe was covered in blood.

He barely touched the body.

The killer must've gotten blood all over his shirt.

You can't go prancing around town wearing a bloody shirt.

- So you think the killer put on Marty's shirt?

- Yeah. Then it's just a question of getting away from the scene

and getting rid of the bloody shirt.

- What did he do with Marty's clean shirt?

He get rid of it the same time?

- No, can't do that.

- Why not? - You wear it again.

That would mean going shirtless.

- But then you show up at your house

and you've got Marty's shirt.

What are you going to do?

Stick in your own trash can?

That's a liability.

- How do you get rid of something

if you don't want anyone ever to be able to find it?

- Probably burn it. - Uh huh.

- Only it's late at night when the killer gets home.

He can't exactly start a fire then.

That's kind of, you know, obvious.

- Right?

- So he waits until the next morning.

Disguises the shirt as something else.

And he burns it.

- Good deduction. The old saying,

hide a letter, put it in the mailbox.

So if you're gonna do it in plain sight

it has to look like a simple everyday,

like burning garden waste.

Like Becky was doing.

- Marty was like a second father to her.

- I know. You gonna see her again?

- Tonight. - Check out her barbecue. - Mac!

- Phillip, everybody is a suspect.

Check out the barbecue, see that it was just twigs and leaves.

That way we check her off the list.

[crickets chirping]

- Do you have an interview already?

- Yeah. They figured if I could take care of Marty,

I could take care of anyone.

- Wow, that's great.

- You know, I'm going to get another bottle.

[crickets chirping]

[mysterious music]

[jazzy music]

- Looks like cotton.

- Could be a white shirt.

- Could be.

- Okay, well

just get it to the lab.

- You really think Becky did it? - Just wait till we get the

report from the lab, okay? There could be a simple explanation.

For all we know Victoria, Arnie, Aaron,

half the staff burn things.

We just didn't happen to see them do it.

- Doesn't make me feel any better.

- Didn't think it would.

- So around 6:30 you brought Marty his clothes for party?

- Yes, I brought him his shirt, suit and shoes.

- Are you sure that you had the shirt with you that evening? - Yes.

- Did you personally give Marty his clothes that night?

- Ah, well no.

When I got there, he was occupied.

So I,

I put the shirt and the suit on the coat rack

and lay the shoes beneath to the side.

- You put the suit and the shirt on the coatrack?

- Correct.

- Nothing further.

As you can see, sir, from the inventory

there is indeed no mention of the shirts.

- Seems that way. - Did you look for the missing shirt?

Detective? - No. - Why not?

- I assumed someone was doing that.

- You assumed?

- Objection. Badgering the witness.

- Sustained. - Let me put it another way, if I may.

Did the question of the missing shirt ever come up? - No.

- Why not? - I guess we were too busy dealing with a dead body

to worry about a shirt.

- Nothing further.

[jazzy music]

[dog whining]

[indistinct mumbling]

- Animal Planet without sound.

It's his favorite channel.

This came from the lab.

- I think I know what that is.

What's it say?

- Material is a silk Lycra mix.

Sample too badly burned for further analysis.

So it's not cotton. - It's not Marty's shirt. - [McBride] Correct.

- Which means Becky didn't do it.

- Feel better?

- Ah, I feel so much better.

How are you feeling?

- Oh, I'm fine, thank you.

And you?

- Good.

[chuckling]

- Detective Hanson.

When the crime scene was dusted for fingerprints

where were the prints of Mr. Devine found?

- A partial thumbprint was lifted

from the outside door knob.

And another was found on the chair beside the desk.

- Were there any prints on the murder weapon?

- No, the surface appeared to have been wiped clean.

- Were prints belonging to anyone else

found in Mr. Caine's office?

- Yes, forensics found hundreds of prints.

All of which were matched with employees, friends,

or family of the victim. It was a busy office.

- So you found hundreds of prints all over the room

but only two belonging to Mr. Devine? - Yes.

- Find it strange that he would have wiped his fingerprints off the murder weapon,

but not the chair or the door? - Well perhaps

the murder weapon was the only thing he thought of.

- Or perhaps he never touched the murder weapon.

- Objection.

Is there a question here?

- Mr. McBride?

- Withdrawn, Your Honor.

Detective Hanson, were you in charge of this case from the beginning?

- No, I was assigned to the case

about a week after the murder. - Uh huh.

And who was the lead detective

in the initial stages of this case? - Detective Marsh.

- Why was detective Marsh removed?

- He wasn't removed. I was asked by the department

to head the investigation because I have more experience

in dealing with high profile cases.

- Is that the only reason you were asked to step in?

- There were several other factors involved in the decision.

Primarily Marty Caine's notoriety.

- Uh huh.

Would you tell us specifically what those other considerations were?

- Objection. The witness is not qualified to speak for her superior.

- Your honor, as Detective Hanson

was part of the decision making process

I would believe she is qualified to answer the question.

- Overruled, the witness will answer the question.

- I was concerned that under the leadership

of Detective Marsh, the investigation was not as thorough

as it should have been. - And you,

- expressed those concerns to your superiors?

- Yes I did.

- Thank you.

No more questions.

- [Judge] Very well.

Well thank you Mr. McBride.

The witness may step down.

We will now go to recess.

Court will reconvene in one hour.

- Hi.

- I found this under the door.

I have the shirt you're looking for.

It's yours for 20,000 tickets to the Elysian park tomorrow,

and leave it in the trash can located near the playground.

[paper rustling]

- Okay, so where do we find 20 grand?

- You honestly want to deal with a ransom demand?

- No, but someone knows that that shirt

could clear our client.

I'd like to know who that someone is.

- So what, we're just gonna make 20,000 dollars

appear and walk into Elysian Park tomorrow

and put it in a trashcan?

- Yes. - If you've got 20 grand lying around

I'll come back next week.

- Were you leaving? - Yeah, my weeks up.

I'm booked at a nice clean dentist office for a whole month.

- Oy! I'm gonna miss you. - Me too.

- It's been a pleasure working with two men

who are trying to do good.

- That's very sweet.

Got it. I know where to get the money.

[indistinct chatter]

Tell me you did not burn the funny money.

- Ta dah! [chuckling]

I just keeping these for souvenir really.

I'm going to incinerate them. Just like you told me.

- You know what, I'm glad you waited.

- Yeah.

20,000 bucks, huh?

- Uh huh.

What do I need?

- I'm thinking 10 percent on the dollar.

- Are you?

That's funny 'cause you know what I was thinking?

I was thinking about the 5,000 dollars worth

of legal services you got for...

- 500

- Oh, 500.

- There's work involved.

Okay McBride, you're a tough man, you know.

You're a good man, but you're very hard.

- Thanks Mo.

[children laughing] [mysterious music]

[indistinct chatter]

[suspenseful music]

- Hey, hey!

[groaning]

Get up.

- So you got the shirt?

- What shirt?

- The shirt that you tried to ransom

for bag full of phony money.

Believe me, you don't want to get involved in a murder case

over a bag full of play money.

[dog barking]

- Marty was very special.

The minute you mentioned it in court

I knew this was the shirt you were talking about.

- How?

How did you know it wasn't an old shirt?

- The monogram, see.

MC.

Now look.

That was taken last year.

See the monogram?

MTC, for Theodore.

He dropped it last year.

He changed the design.

It's sleeker.

Don't you think?

So this, it has to be a new shirt.

- Hum, very clever.

And where did you buy it?

- On eBay.

When Marty died

I tried to get ahold of as much stuff as possible.

I mean they're collector's items now.

It's really exciting.

- Oh yes, I'm sure.

Who sold it to you?

- I have no idea.

- What do you mean you have no idea?

- Just their subscriber name.

- Well, how did you pay for it?

- Online, a PayPal account.

- Okay, whose name was on the PayPal account?

- Same thing, subscriber.

- All right. I'll tell you what I'm gonna need,

as much information as I can.

- [Man] No, no, no. - Email me as much

as you can give me about the,

person that you bought it from. Their email account or anything

because we've got to find this person, okay?

- That was Marty's personal notepad

It was in mint condition.

- Can we get real names from PayPal?

- If i have the time officially,

or I could just get subpoenas.

- Well, we don't have the time for that.

- Well then we'll do it unofficially.

Oh, sorry. Just a little.

You get that off, right? All right, you look very nervous.

Give me this. I need this for the trial.

I want this information and I want it soon.

Thank you.

- Okay, here's the list of all the PayPal transactions from March 8th,

including the subscriber names and their details.

- Must be thousands.

- Maybe tens of thousands.

What's the subscriber name?

[phones ringing]

[keyboard clicking]

- There it is. - Well, what do you know?

- What, somebody you know?

[engine humming]

[knocking on door]

- Becky's not here.

- Well, it's not Becky I came to see.

- I didn't kill him.

- But you were with him the night he died?

- Yeah.

- You were having a relationship?

- Regular sweethearts.

That was us.

- How'd you meet him?

- Becky introduced us.

I thought he was charming, rich.

And he knew people.

- Knew people?

- In the business.

- Ah.

- Do you think it's easy

going from one audition to the next,

all the time seeing others get the parts?

You want to know what it's like when you wake up one day

and realize that waiting for your life to begin

is your life?

And then Marty came along,

and he seemed to like me.

Me.

And I thought what's the harm?

He could, you know.

- I know.

- It happens, Mr. McBride.

Not everyone gets to the top on talent alone.

- I understand.

Could you just,

just tell me about the night Marty died.

- He dumped me.

He said it wasn't working anymore.

You just get to decide that, do you?

- Yes, Gina, I do.

- When? - When what?

- When did you decide?

I'm guessing it wasn't tonight.

So, what was that?

- That was life.

Show biz. - What about the party.

- Party? Oh, you don't still think you're going to the party, do you?

- But you said-- - Said, I say a lot of things, Gina.

- You said there'd be people there.

You'd introduce me.

Producers, agents.

- And Victoria.

Do you really think I want you and my wife in the same room?

No.

- I just had to get out.

I didn't want him to see.

- See what?

- I thought about crashing the party.

I figured I'd earned it,

but in the end I tidied myself up and went home.

- Must have been hard on you.

- Yes.

- Felt used.

With losing your temper at Marty,

that'd be completely understandable.

- Only I didn't.

I didn't kill him.

- No? - No.

- Could you explain

what you were doing

with that?

So it's part of your job to look after the guests?

- That's right.

- Calm nerves before the show,

smooth ruffled feathers afterwards.

- Pretty much, yeah.

- In all the years you worked there

you must've been able to get a sense

about which guests may potentially be volatile or dangerous.

- Objection, Your Honor.

The witness is not qualified

to give expert psychiatric testimony. - Sustained.

- Did you think Mr. Devine was a threat?

- None whatsoever.

He was kind of sweet.

- Thank you.

Have you lived in LA long?

- Eight years.

- Live alone?

- Um no.

I share with someone else.

Gina Carson, right?

- That's right.

- Get along okay?

- Relevance, Your Honor?

- Your honor, a little latitude.

I promise everything will become clear.

- I hope we all fervently share, Mr. McBride.

Please proceed. - How would you characterize

your relationship with Miss Carson?

- It's okay. We share.

It's, it's not like we're best friends or anything.

- Arguments?

- Some.

- Like what?

- The usual, what's mine is mine.

I prefer it when people respect that.

- So you'd get annoyed, say, if she,

I don't know borrowed some of your clothes

without asking first?

- Of course. - Right.

Now, as I'm sure you're aware

there was something missing from the murder scene.

- Marty's shirt, yes.

- And it's possible whoever took Marty's shirt

was also his murderer.

- Objection. This theory again.

Perhaps counsel would prefer to stick the known facts.

- Be a pleasure, Your Honor.

Fact, the shirt was missing.

Fact, it was ever found anywhere near Mr. Devine.

- Overruled.

- So Becky,

it's possible that if we find the person

who took Marty Caine's shirt,

we might also find his killer.

You agree?

- I guess so.

- Thank you, Becky.

You've been very helpful.

Miss Carson, how long have you had Miss Tranta been friends

and roommates?

- Couple of years.

- Friendship close?

- It's okay.

- I understand

that you're an actress.

- Aspiring is more like it.

- Tough business to break into, isn't it?

- Tell me about it.

- Any luck? - A little.

Just one big break away.

- Ah good.

But in the meantime it certainly helps to have

Becky share the rent.

- Definitely.

- Do you two share anything else?

Clothes, for instance?

I couldn't help noticing that

you're both just about the same size.

- Sometimes Becky lets me borrow something

when I have an important audition.

- Have you had an important audition lately? - Yes.

- And did Becky let you borrow something for it?

- Not exactly.

Becky.

Occasionally I borrow clothes from Becky,

but I couldn't find her.

- [McBride] So you went to her closet

to try to find something to wear?

- [Becky] Yes.

- That's when you noticed that she had a shirt that belonged to Marty Caine.

So you replaced it with another shirt

from her closet,

and took the Marty Caine shirt with you.

It wasn't the first thing of Marty's that you took,

was it? - No.

- So you grabbed the monogram shirt out of the bag

and then put something of Becky's you'd found

in her closet in, correct?

- Objection, Your Honor.

We're here to try a murder,

not a clothes barring disagreement between roommates.

- Your honor I promise you this line of questioning

will go directly to cause.

- It better, Mr. McBride.

Overruled.

- You're not in any trouble here.

But you did have a nice little business on the side, didn't you?

Taking Marty's things and selling them

to collectors, didn't you?

- It was just extra stuff. - I understand.

So you took the shirt and sold it on eBay, correct?

- Yes.

- Matter of fact, we found the person who

bought it from you. He's in court today.

Ned, would you stand up please?

Thank you.

Your Honor, I have no more questions of this witness

- Mr. Kendall?

- No questions, Your Honor.

- The witness may step down.

- This time the defense recalls

Rebecca Tranter to the stand.

- The bailiff will recall Becky Tranter to the stand.

- Well, I guess we know

what happened to Marty's missing shirt.

It was in a paper bag in your closet at home.

- Gina's lying.

- Why would she do that?

- Maybe because she killed him

and she's trying to pin it on me.

- Oh, but she didn't, did she?

You took the shirt from Marty's office

and wore it because his blood was all over your blouse.

- No.

- You wore it home, didn't you?

- No. - Couldn't dispose of it on the way,

so you took it home so you could destroy it later.

- No.

- That never happened?

- No!

- You never wore this shirt?

- Of course not.

- I noticed that you scratch your arm a bit.

Do you have a skin condition? - Yes.

- Would you roll up your sleeve, please?

- Please.

- Okay?

Atopic dermatitis.

- Sort of like eczema, right?

- Yes.

- I have a lab report here of tests

that were run on the shirt.

On the left sleeve were found traces of Chlorocrasol,

emulsifying wax, purified water, hydrocortisone.

- So? - Ingredients

in an emollient used for dermatitis,

skin cream.

- This is some sort of mistake.

- No, no mistake.

This is a shirt that says

you're the killer.

That you hit Marty Caine.

- No it isn't.

- You know that, do you?

- Yes.

- You know that for sure?

- Yes.

- No matter what the experts say,

no matter what they found,

you know they're wrong

because this isn't the shirt.

- Yes.

- Because you burned it?

- I don't know what you mean.

- Yes you do.

The only thing is you didn't burn it.

You just thought you did.

You never checked

to make sure it was Marty's shirt in the bag.

Why would you?

Gina certainly wasn't going to say anything.

She shouldn't have been in your room to begin with.

Boy all this time,

thinking you got away with it and you know what?

You nearly did.

- He should've been more careful.

He should've watched what he said.

He knew my father in the old days

before Marty was famous.

We talked about that, too.

- Becky, that photo,

that photo is from our first show.

My girlfriend is hairier than I am.

We've grown.

- Now, here you are 10 years later.

Who would have thought?

- Not me.

- Dad either.

- He should be here.

- He'd be in his office blasting some opera.

- Madame Butterfly, or singing at the top of his voice

The Marriage of Figaro.

Becky, those were his favorites.

- And Orpheus And Eurydice.

- Playing that morning.

- Wait, you were there?

- He called me,

begged me to come over, talk.

I did.

Your father, all he wanted from me

was to let him produce the new show.

That's all.

- Well, what did you say?

- I told him the truth.

That I had carried him on my back

all those years in Detroit,

and I wasn't going to do it anymore.

He had no one else to blame for this but himself.

And if it hadn't been for me, he would have ended up

like he did years earlier, maybe worse.

A drunk, a bum,

a looser.

That's what I told him.

[whoosh]

[cracking]

[loud thudding]

- Marty was the reason dad killed himself.

He broke his heart.

- And the shirt?

- So long as I had my jacket buttoned up

no one could see the monogram.

I went to the party.

Afterward I,

I took a detour,

got rid of my shirt,

and went home to burn Marty's.

I see now in taking me in,

giving me a job,

making sure I was okay.

I thought he cared.

He should have kept his mouth shut.

- No more questions.

Get ready for it. [indistinct chatter]

- So what does it feel like to be a free man, Joe?

- Feels good, feels very good.

- Tracy, tell us how you feel now the trial's over

and Joe's free.

- Well, of course it's been a terrible strain,

but we're just happy that--

- Excuse me! Becky!

Becky, do you have any words for us?

Anything, anything about the trial?

- Phil.

Mr. McBride, thank you so much.

- Thank you.

Thank you both.

- I mean, we can get them back.

You know, I have a story to sell now

so we can get like interviews and stuff and you'll be--

- No, it's not like that, Joe.

If people want to hear me sing,

it's because I have talent.

Not because I'm some celebrity of the week.

Let's go home.

- It's crazy to think that Becky

would have let Joe go to jail for her crime.

Hey, we did good today.

- Yes we did.

Innocent man gets to go home.

- Yeah.

- Hi. - Hey.

Good job guys. - Thanks.

You're going to run point on Becky?

- Yes, thanks to you the case is cut and dried.

One thing though,

all you had is Gina's word

that she found the shirt in Becky's closet.

How did you know that Becky was Marty's killer?

- She was the only one who cried for him.

- You're good.

[chuckling]

- You're good, Mac.

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