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In the criminal justice system

the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups,

the police who investigate crime

and the district attorneys who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Oh, my God, where was she going?

A birthday party in a whorehouse?

Grocery store. That's her standard daytime outfit.

Next day.

That's her and her husband going out for Chinese food.

Oh, this woman may be beyond our help.

At least this one doesn't weigh 300 pounds.

Ready?

Mmm-hmm.

Our next fashion victim, Marielle Di Napoli,

was brought to our attention by a friend concerned about

Marielle's inappropriate attire.

Based on what our hidden cameras have seen over the past few days,

I'd say that's quite an understatement.

But things are about to change for the better,

as we undertake another

fashion victim makeover!

Marielle Di Napoli, come out. Your life is about to change.

Marielle Di Napoli?

Cut! Cut!

That is a dog cage, right?

It was locked up tight.

I guess the handcuffs were insurance.

We needed bolt cutters to get to him.

Was there a dog in there with him?

No dog. No dog hair. No dog food.

Looks like he was stabbed through the bars.

With what?

Something with a long blade.

So, for this television show, you had the house under surveillance?

Just an hour or two a day.

The last time we were here was yesterday morning.

Okay, you see anything out of the ordinary?

Just Mrs. Di Napoli's clothes.

There she is.

See what we mean?

Excuse me. Mrs. Di Napoli.

What happened? He won't tell me what happened.

I'm afraid it's your husband.

Mrs. Di Napoli!

Mrs. Di Napoli. David!

Is that David?

Ma'am, maybe you shouldn't... Oh, my dear...

David. What happened?

Who did this?

We don't know. We're just beginning to...

His comic books, they're...

They're gone.

His comic books?

He was a collector. They were very valuable.

Oh, those stupid comics.

Oh, my God.

How can I live without him?

Help me.

Does she know anything?

Nothing useful so far.

She says she was away overnight at a college reunion in Connecticut.

We checked. People saw her at the banquet.

Her husband was murdered around 1:00 a.m.

By someone who broke into his house,

locked him in a dog cage, stabbed him through the bars,

then stole his comic books?

Bright lights, big city.

While his wife was being followed by a video crew

for a makeover reality show. What are the odds?

Her name was sent into the show by a friend of hers. Amy Felner.

That was nice of her.

You have a list of the missing comics?

Yeah, she gave us his inventory.

We'll check comic book dealers and auction houses to see if these are showing up.

White leather miniskirt with studs. Whew!

We knew Mr. Di Napoli.

He specialized in All-American Comics from the '40s.

Early Wonder Woman, Golden Age Green Lantern, Gay Ghost.

Gay Ghost?

As in cheerful.

Some of these are worth upwards of $10,000.

We think whoever killed Mr. Di Napoli stole those.

We'd like to know if anyone brings them in.

Well, they're not unique.

I got a Green Lantern Number 6 on auction right now.

Well, if you get more than one of those. Sure.

Can I keep this? Yeah.

That's funny.

I had an inquiry last week.

Somebody wanted to know the value of Sensation Mystery Number 1,

and the All-American 20,

and the All Flash Quarterly.

Those are on the list?

You think that's a coincidence?

You got the name of the guy who inquired?

I just heard about David. It's hard to believe.

You knew Mr. Di Napoli?

Yes. Socially. We played tennis.

You also had an interest in his business.

Fiber optics? No.

His comic book collection. You wanted to know how much it was worth.

You inquired, a few days before he was killed for them.

You think I killed David for his comic books?

Why were you asking about them?

Because they were partly mine. I invested with David.

David convinced me that comic books were a growth area.

The first Superman just sold for a million dollars. The prices are going nuts.

So you were making money?

Everything was fine?

No. David said the big-name books were overvalued,

and the obscure ones had all the upside.

So we bought Doctor Mid-Nite, Johnny Thunder.

You ever hear of the Gay Ghost?

Yeah. He was cheerful.

Yeah, well, he wasn't worth anything.

David thought he might command a premium because of his name,

but he was wrong about all of them.

I had called that dealer to see if I had any of my investment left.

The dealer told us they were worth a bundle.

I paid a bundle. They were supposed to go up.

They didn't. I lost my shirt.

Thanks to Mr. Di Napoli.

You mind telling us where you were last night?

At home, redoing the family budget with my wife.

Hey, you see where Batman beat Superman?

A Batman book just went for $1,075,000.

I had a lot of comics when I was growing up.

Wish my mother hadn't thrown them away.

I don't think Scooby-Doo brings in that much.

Marty Ashcroft, the guy who lost his shirt to Di Napoli?

Mmm-hmm.

Looks like he needed the money he lost. He was being sued.

Plaintiff alleges that Ashcroft

misrepresented the value of closed-end mutual funds he sold to plaintiff.

So Ashcroft lost money with Di Napoli,

and someone else lost money with Ashcroft?

Ashcroft was being squeezed on both ends.

Oh.

The guy who's suing Ashcroft,

his name is Joshua Felner.

Amy Felner put Di Napoli's wife up for the reality show.

Small world.

I don't know much about my husband's investments.

What does this have to do with what happened to David?

Probably just a coincidence.

Did your husband ever mention the Di Napolis to you?

Sure. We know them.

Josh played tennis with David and Marty Ashcroft.

Did your husband have anything to do

with you proposing Marielle Di Napoli for

Fashion Victim?

Josh?

The only fashion he might notice is a topless bikini.

Putting Marielle up for the show was my idea.

She's a friend of mine.

Well, telling the world her wardrobe is hideous, how friendly is that?

She's a beautiful 40-year-old woman

who dresses like a colorblind 20-year-old prostitute.

I thought she should hear it from experts so maybe she'd believe it.

Was there any particular reason you did that just now?

Yes. I thought she might be single again soon,

so she'd want to be looking her best.

She might be single again soon?

You knew her husband was going to be killed?

No. My husband told me.

David Di Napoli was planning on getting divorced.

There was a wound on his cheek,

but they can fix that for the visitation.

I want an open casket. David was such a beautiful man.

Have you found out anything?

Do you know who did this to him?

Not yet.

It's so awful. It's everything.

I'm just trying to focus on the details, the death notice,

the flowers, which passage to read.

David wasn't a religious man,

but I think the Old Testament is beautiful.

"What shall I cry?

"All flesh is grass, and the goodliness thereof

"is as the flower of the field."

Isaiah 40.

Nice for a graveside service.

Oh, no, David isn't going to be buried.

He's going to be cremated, like my first husband.

Here.

Your first husband gave you that ring?

No. This is him.

Larry.

There's a company called Memory Gem, and they take cremated remains

and make it into artificial diamonds.

Hmm. Oh.

So, you're going to make David into another ring?

No. A pendant.

Bigger than this, and closer to my heart.

I was fond of Larry,

but David was the love of my life.

Mrs. Di Napoli, we heard that maybe you and David were having some troubles.

What? No, no trouble.

That maybe you were heading toward divorce.

Me and David? No.

We were soul mates.

Interesting woman.

Isaiah 40, huh?

What, you prefer Ecclesiastes?

What I'd prefer is not to be a ring on that woman's finger.

You don't believe that her and Husband Number Two were soul mates?

I'd like to know what she was up to the days before the murder.

Let's go to the videotapes.

What are you guys looking for,

her drawing a bull's-eye on his back?

I don't know. They look like soul mates to you?

Well, they're not speaking to each other. They look married.

This is the day before.

Oh, those clothes are God-awful.

Leopard print and zebra print.

I like a little color on a woman.

Yeah, I actually think that orange goes nicely with the zebra.

All right, this is the last one,

the morning of the murder.

She's taking a taxi this time.

Hack number right there.

Wonder where she was going.

Well, I guarantee you it's not Saks Fifth Avenue.

All right. Say she was planning to kill her husband, right?

Yeah. Or hire it done.

The taxi dropped her here.

Fifi's Fashions. Looks like her kind of place.

Maybe this is, too.

You remember her?

I remember the, uh...

She bought a pair of handcuffs. Pink. It's a new item.

She happen to mention what she was going to use them for?

No. She just said they were darling.

Then she saw something else she liked over here.

They're all legal.

No switchblades, gravity knives, knuckle knives,

or kung fu stars.

This is only against the law

if it's possessed with the intent to use it against another person.

Penal Law 265.01.

Okay, are you a lawyer or a knife salesman?

People ask me, and some cops don't know.

So, our lady, she bought one of those?

No. She bought one of these.

Damascus steel blade,

copper fittings, snakeskin handle, 40 inches long.

Long enough to reach inside a dog cage.

I know. I didn't tell you about the sword. I...

I was embarrassed.

Embarrassed?

Embarrassed about killing your husband?

I didn't kill David.

His wounds were consistent with the sword

that you bought, that you didn't tell us about.

The night he was murdered,

you could have driven in from Connecticut and been back

before anyone had known you were gone.

No. Somebody else killed David.

They broke into the house for those comics

and they must have seen the sword and realized that it would reach into the cage.

You're saying he was already in the cage?

That's a little embarrassing, too.

Is there someone else I can talk to?

Sex games.

Sex games?

Locking your husband in a dog cage before you go on an overnight trip?

He needed to be punished.

Oh.

Okay, but what about the sword?

You hold it against certain sensitive body parts.

Okay, what about shoving it through his chest?

Maybe he really needed to be punished.

She says it was all for fun, never for harm, and she can prove it.

How?

They've done it before. She has a witness.

Westhampton Police Department.

Marielle Di Napoli? Oh, yeah.

I remember that one. She had a house out here.

We're looking at her for maybe killing her husband.

David, right?

Last time I saw him, she was chasing him across the dunes

with a harness whip.

She said you could vouch for the fact that they played games

that seemed dangerous but weren't.

I can vouch that they were both nuts.

We had half a dozen calls out there.

First one came from him.

He said she tied him up and tried to kill him.

We're taking the report, he says never mind, it was a sex thing.

He said he was mad at her but now he's over it, sorry for the bother.

And chasing him across the dunes with a harness whip?

Uh, neighbor called.

Mr. Di Napoli is running across the sand in his underwear.

She's chasing and calling him a dog.

Another game?

More of a play.

Sticking out of the back of his briefs

he had a tail.

Apparently he was her soul mate and her dog.

Well, they say you never know what goes on inside a marriage.

Yeah, Westhampton PD had a few glimpses into this one.

They had a whole Di Napoli file.

Oh. He held a steak knife to her throat

at their fourth anniversary party?

She didn't pursue it. It never progressed into a formal charge.

That was 2008. Their first lovers' quarrel was 2002.

That would have been before they were married.

When did her first husband die?

2003.

So she was playing Pin the Tail on the Boyfriend

while Husband Number One was still in the picture.

How did he die?

Accidental fall from a third-floor window

of a brownstone they were renovating.

Which she inherited, right?

Let's try to get a court order

to exhume this body for re-examination.

There may be a slight problem with that, Loo.

Well, do what you can.

Now, how exactly was that tail attached?

You know, I didn't really want to know.

And I thought my marriage was weird.

I think they're all weird, each in their own special kind of way.

Yeah, but people keep doing it.

Yeah, first-timers, because they don't know any better.

And old hands like you and me?

We know better.

You want some more OJ?

Oh, Detectives, let me guess. Somebody died.

Yes. Larry Summerstadt. Seven years ago.

It went down as an accident,

but we'd like to take another look.

All right, you got him en route?

Personal delivery.

Oh, if you're proposing to me, Lupo, the answer is no.

That's the deceased.

The widow had his cremains pressed into an artificial diamond.

First exhumation order we ever got for a piece of jewelry.

Uh-huh, and what do you expect me to tell you from this?

What've you got?

The deceased was a man of many facets.

Nothing. It's carbon. Carbon is carbon.

It doesn't remember where it came from.

But you could go back to the place that made that

and get the leftover cremains.

There's a new technique that might find something.

Oh, we'll have to find out if they kept any leftovers.

Of course they did.

In case the widow wanted matching earrings.

Particle-induced X-ray emissions.

It bombards the sample with an ion beam. We call it Pixie.

So, do we need to stand someplace else?

No, no, you're fine there.

The beams generate atomic interactions

that produce wavelengths specific to individual elements.

Until we got this, all I could've told you

about those ashes was that they were ashes.

So what's Pixie have to say?

There's carbon, of course. Calcium phosphate, sodium, potassium.

Thallium.

Yeah. This is what you're looking for.

I take it that's not part of a well-balanced diet?

No, it's a heavy metal that has no business being in human remains.

Unless that particular human was poisoned.

Well, I can't say whether it was accidental or on purpose.

But yes.

What does thallium do to a person?

Hair loss, gastrointestinal distress, neurological dysfunction.

So they could stumble, fall out of a window?

Or collapse and you could toss him out.

It doesn't look good, Mrs. Di Napoli. You've got to understand.

Call me Marielle,

because I feel we're working together on this.

From different ends, Marielle.

The evidence doesn't lie. Your first husband was poisoned.

And your second husband told the police at least four times that you tried to kill him.

I explained all that to your lieutenant.

Didn't she explain it to you?

If it was just game playing, why did he call the police?

Well, he'd get mad about something,

like if I'd left a sandwich in the car, he never liked that.

But then, you know, if one of our scenarios

got a little out of hand, he'd overreact until we,

you know, got back on track.

You locked David in a dog cage and left him there for the weekend.

I don't expect you to understand.

But what David and I had together,

it was sent by God.

You were soul mates.

Yes.

And you found this out when you were married to your first husband.

It was bad timing.

Well, if I had met David first,

I never would have even been with another man.

But you were with another man. And that man was killed,

which left you financially set up and alone with David, right?

That's true.

You're not going to let up on this, are you?

No, we're not.

You had every reason in the world to murder your first husband.

So did David.

David?

His business was fiber optics.

His company had a plant in China.

He used to go over there,

and they had a certain chemical that...

Thallium.

That was the one.

David brought some back.

You're saying you and he killed your first husband together?

No. It was David, just David.

And he told me about it afterwards.

I felt bad about Larry,

but I wasn't going to go to the police.

Even though he murdered your husband?

Because he loved me.

Because we were soul mates.

Because we had to be together.

Am I under arrest?

Then I have to get back to the funeral home.

So Marielle Di Napoli is giving us her second husband

for the murder of her first?

She said he confessed to her.

And he's conveniently dead.

Right. You can indict a diamond ring.

She turns her ex-husbands into Memory Gems.

Who do you think killed her first husband?

I think she killed both of them.

Well, if we charge her with killing Number One,

she'll raise reasonable doubt by saying that Number Two did it.

Then charge her with killing Number Two.

She's got no one to point to on that one.

She bought the sword, he complained in the past that she tried to kill him,

and she admits to locking him in that dog cage.

Yeah, but he was her soul mate.

It says so right here in your report.

Okay, and in this report it says one of Di Napoli's friends told his wife

that Marielle's soul mate was getting ready to divorce her.

That's not right. My wife must have misunderstood.

Well, she told the police that you said

Mr. Di Napoli was planning on getting a divorce.

It's news to me.

He never said anything like that to you?

Your wife said that's why she put Mrs. Di Napoli up

for that makeover show.

I thought she put her up for that show because she dresses like a slut.

Who? Marielle?

They're from the District Attorney's office, dear.

Uh, we're just trying to clear something up.

Did your husband tell you that David Di Napoli wanted a divorce?

Yes. No.

It was that day he went to New Jersey with you

to look at your shopping center.

You stopped for a few drinks on the way home, dear.

Mr. Di Napoli was looking at real estate with you?

He'd bought a share in one of my projects.

But he never said he was getting divorced.

Even if we'd had a few drinks.

That strike you as odd? David Di Napoli investing with Felner?

And Felner was investing with Ashcroft,

and Ashcroft was investing with Di Napoli.

A perfect circle.

It's not that perfect.

Felner was suing Ashcroft over his investment.

And Ashcroft told the cops that he lost a fortune with Di Napoli.

But round and round it goes.

It was a daisy chain. They were all investing with each other.

And all losing money.

That's what their books show. Three investment disasters.

But they still play tennis together every week

and stop for drinks at the club bar afterward.

All that money down the drain and no hard feelings.

Let me take a wild guess. They're all married?

Yep. Now, Felner's wife said that he was thinking divorce.

Felner denies ever saying it.

Because it has to be kept quiet, doesn't it?

Asset stripping.

You don't file for divorce until after you've hidden the money.

Maybe you should remind Mr. Felner and Mr. Ashcroft

that they've committed a felony.

If it was a crime to lose money in an investment,

you'd have to arrest everybody in Manhattan.

Well, it's not a crime to lose money,

but it can be a crime to make money and lie about it.

We've checked the values of the comic books you invested in.

They didn't go down. They went up.

And so did the mutual funds you bought from Mr. Ashcroft.

Your lawsuit against him was just for show.

A show for your wife.

That's ridiculous. Really?

Let's see what her divorce lawyer has to say about it.

She doesn't have a divorce lawyer.

We're not getting divorced.

Well, maybe not now. But that was the plan, wasn't it?

The three of you made bogus bad investments with each other

to lose as much money as you could

before you filed for divorce,

to avoid giving half to your wives.

After the settlements, it could all quietly reappear.

Even if you're right,

the alleged crime doesn't become a crime

until one of us lies in a divorce proceeding, which hasn't happened.

Well, they may, after your wives hear about this.

Are you going to tell them?

Is that part of the District Attorney's job?

Are you sure they don't already know?

Are you sure none of them knows?

Marielle knew.

I don't know how she found out about it.

David could be pretty stupid sometimes.

How do you know she knew?

She called me.

Said she wanted David's money back.

She said we were all sons of bitches.

She was yelling and crying, angry, crazy.

When did this happen?

The day before David was killed.

What, and you never thought to mention this to the police?

That your friend's wife had a motive to murder him?

Of course not.

That would blow the whistle on your scheme to cheat your own wife.

Got to keep your priorities straight.

They'd rather let a murderer go free

than give their wives a fair share of their assets.

Yep. Makes me appreciate being single.

Marielle Di Napoli had a motive.

Let's call Lupo and Bernard.

There are no eyewitnesses, no conclusive forensics.

The woman's unstable. We charge her, shake her up, we maybe get a plea.

"Case number 46894.

"People v. Marielle Di Napoli.

"Charge is Murder in the Second Degree."

Mrs. Di Napoli pleads not guilty.

Uh, no.

She pleads not possible.

Excuse me?

How can you murder your own heart?

The actual charge, Your Honor, is murdering her husband.

How can you murder your own soul?

Stick around, you'll see.

This is a horrible mistake.

I don't know what you people can be thinking.

Well, we're thinking that you were upset

when you realized your husband wanted a divorce.

But that's not true.

That could never happen.

We have a witness who says otherwise,

that you knew about the bogus investment scheme.

David did invest with Josh.

He told me that. Marielle.

But it wasn't bogus.

And he was getting his money back

so we could buy real estate that we both wanted,

the house in Westhampton where we were first together.

Which you inherited from your first husband after David drugged him

and threw him out a window.

But I didn't keep it.

The bank took it back. It came on the market a few months ago,

and we were going to buy it.

So you would have been especially upset

when your husband told you his money was gone.

I keep hearing the word "upset" here.

Is there a plea offer on the table?

Extreme emotional disturbance?

It's not out of the question.

Emotional?

Emotional about what?

We were a happily married couple.

Everything was perfect.

I guess that's a no. Everything was perfect.

Yeah, except for the dead guy in the dog cage.

She won't take a plea.

She thinks she's Juliet. No way she killed Romeo, even if she did.

Are you sure she did kill him?

Two murdered husbands? Come on.

She says she had no motive,

that there was no divorce coming,

and that she and her husband were shopping for romantic real estate.

Even if they were, he could've just been jollying her along.

It's due diligence. We should check it out.

Go take a look.

Maybe you'll find another dead husband in the bushes.

Lovely grounds.

Nice for chasing your lover around with a whip.

Excuse me?

We understand that Mr. And Mrs. Di Napoli had

a sentimental attachment to the place.

Oh, yes. They seemed quite taken with it, and each other.

I thought they were newlyweds.

Were they serious potential buyers?

They were about to make an offer.

Mr. Di Napoli even had his business manager call to go over some details.

His business manager?

Yes. Name of Joshua Felner.

I'm in a bidding war. Excuse me.

Felner wasn't Di Napoli's business manager.

No, but if he was checking to see what Di Napoli was up to,

if he was really staying with his wife,

really needed his money back...

If Di Napoli wanted out, the whole divorce scam might have blown up.

Which would give both Felner and Ashcroft a motive to kill Di Napoli,

and then lie about what his wife knew so that we'd go after her.

All of this just to screw their wives.

Maybe their wives would like to return the favor.

This whole thing that my husband was involved

in some secret plot to get a divorce.

As far as I know, we're not getting a divorce.

I'm afraid that was sort of the point of the secret plan.

With all due respect, lady,

I don't know you, and I've known Marty for 20 years.

You both knew both men.

We want you to compare notes.

Your husband told the police that he was with you the night Mr. Di Napoli was murdered.

That's true. He was.

All night?

What time did you go to bed?

Amy, do you believe this?

Yes. I threw Josh out yesterday.

I have a divorce lawyer and a forensic accountant

combing through every corner of his miserable life.

You have to face reality here, Suzanne.

By the way, I have no idea where my husband was that night.

I go to bed early.

Fine, then maybe your husband murdered David.

Oh, like yours is such a paragon.

I've been hearing from Josh for years how he runs around.

He practically mounted a military campaign to get into Marielle's pants.

Even she was too good for him.

Thanks so much for having us. It's been fun.

The real housewives of New York City.

They don't know anything we don't.

Our only hope is to squeeze something out of one of those husbands.

I think we just found out who might be able to help us.

So you're dropping the charges?

No. We have a case against your client.

We have no case against anyone else.

But you just said Ashcroft and Felner...

You think Marty Ashcroft killed my husband,

and you want me to seduce him?

That's not what we said.

We don't want you to lock him in a dog cage either.

Just talk to him,

if you really want to help us,

if you're willing.

I'm willing.

I got to say, I was surprised you called me.

I just wanted to be with somebody who knew David. And you were his friend.

This whole thing has just been so terrible.

So, they dropped the charge against you?

Oh, of course they did.

They found people who saw me in Connecticut while David was...

Being killed.

The idea that they would arrest me,

that they would suspect me?

I know. I'm sorry about David.

You knew how special he was.

If there's anything I can do...

I really appreciate that, Marty.

I feel so alone now.

Anything, Marielle.

Well...

I need money to pay bills.

David's investments were very complicated,

and his comic books are all gone,

and if I just had a couple of those to sell, you know, to just tide me over.

They might not all be gone.

But they were stolen.

Not all of them.

David gave me a few to

evaluate.

You have some of David's comic books?

You son of a bitch!

Ow!

You killed David! You bastard!

Marielle! Put it down!

He killed my soul!

She's crazy!

Drop that now. Drop it!

Drop it.

He killed him. He killed him.

I did not.

I know you did.

Where's that crazy bitch?

You arrest her? She tried to kill me.

We'll deal with her later.

Now we're dealing with you.

What you told Mrs. Di Napoli got us a search warrant for your apartment,

where we found Mr. Di Napoli's comic books.

All of them.

With what looks to be specks of blood on a few.

The lab will tell us tomorrow if it's Mr. Di Napoli's,

unless you'd like to tell us now.

I didn't kill David.

Well, this would be a really good time for you to explain some things.

He'll tell you what he knows.

But he walks away with no charges.

That's for the D.A. To decide.

What does he know?

Okay.

We were trying to hide money from our wives.

And David changed his mind.

He told Josh he wanted his money back.

You know this how?

Josh told me. But he didn't have David's money.

He had put it into one of his investments.

He wasn't expecting to give it back until after the divorces.

David said he needed the money now

to buy that house in the Hamptons,

and that if he didn't get it, he was going to tell our wives everything.

He was going to blow the whistle on all of us.

Josh told me he'd take care of it.

When did you get the comic books?

The night after the murder, from Josh.

He said he didn't want them around his house.

Besides, they were my investment.

What do you think? If his alibi checks,

we'll charge Josh Felner with the murder.

And Mrs. Di Napoli?

Case dismissed.

Is that going to make her one of your witnesses?

Good luck.

Do you recognize this comic book, Mrs. Di Napoli?

Yes.

It belonged to my husband.

Now, we heard testimony from your husband's friend, Marty Ashcroft,

that he got this from the defendant

after your husband's death.

To your knowledge,

did your husband ever give this to Mr. Felner?

No. He had no reason to.

And when did you see it last?

Um, the afternoon before he was murdered.

It was in a display case in our living room.

And when did you notice that it was missing?

The next morning,

when they discovered my husband's body.

I see.

Thank you.

As for how Mr. Ashcroft got that comic book,

didn't he tell you a different story

the night that you stabbed him with a steak knife?

Yes. He...

He said that David had given it to him.

Mmm-hmm. And which of his stories do you believe?

That he gave it to him,

after he murdered my husband.

Well, you would go for that one, wouldn't you? It takes you off the hook.

Objection.

Sustained.

You were arrested for killing your husband, correct?

Yes, but the authorities made a mistake.

And then they gave you a way out.

To elicit incriminating statements from Mr. Ashcroft

by offering yourself to him sexually.

No, that was only for show.

But hadn't you slept with him during your marriage?

No! I was faithful to David.

He was my great love.

Your great love who made plans to cheat you and divorce you.

He changed his mind. That's why he was killed.

Actually, wasn't he killed by you because he hadn't changed his mind?

No.

Because he was walking out on your marriage?

No, that couldn't happen.

Well, maybe not while he was locked inside a dog cage.

But wasn't he sick and tired of you and your drama?

We were deeply in love.

Wasn't he looking forward to a normal life with a normal woman?

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

Hadn't he already had affairs with women who weren't freaks like you?

You're lying! Mrs. Di Napoli, sit down.

Mrs. Di Napoli! You bitch!

You don't understand anything. You don't know anything.

I know I'm lucky there weren't any swords handy.

You saw what she was like.

David wanted those comics out of the house

so they'd be somewhere safe when he got out.

So you didn't kill Mr. Di Napoli?

No. And if he got out sooner,

he'd still be alive.

His wife knew what was going on.

She isn't one to take that kind of thing lying down.

If David Di Napoli gave you those comic books before he was killed,

why was his blood on them?

Probably some old stab wound from his crazy wife.

Yes, well, she is a little extreme, isn't she?

That's one word for it.

So you must have been surprised when he backed out

of your asset-hiding scheme to stay with her?

He didn't back out.

Oh, so Mrs. Di Napoli is lying about the comic books,

and Mr. Ashcroft is lying about Mr. Di Napoli.

And what, everybody is lying except you?

Yes.

But there was an asset-hiding scheme?

It was David's idea. He didn't want to give his wife half his money.

And you didn't want to give half your money to your wife.

That was the idea.

You're getting divorced now, aren't you?

Yes.

How much is your wife going to get?

I'm not sure.

More than a million dollars?

Yes.

Two million?

Possibly.

You think that's fair?

The law says it is.

What do you say?

That I've worked 60 hours a week for the last 15 years,

and as far as I can tell, my wife spends most of her time shopping

and getting her nails done.

Surely that's an exaggeration.

Yeah, I forgot aromatherapy. A hundred bucks a week now, on me, forever.

Can someone please tell me what in the hell aromatherapy is?

You don't want to get stuck paying for things like that, do you?

Who would? The whole system is designed to reward women who...

Who what, Mr. Felner?

What, who leech off their husbands,

and then skin them alive in a divorce?

I don't know.

What's done is done.

I'm moving on.

Well, you'd be moving on with a lot more of the money you made

during those 60 hour weeks if Mr. Di Napoli hadn't backed out of your scheme.

I told you, he didn't back out. Why would he?

Because he loved his wife?

He was sick of his wife.

It was too damn weird.

I mean, the cage, the sword.

He told you about those?

Yeah. So I'd understand why he wanted out. Why he'd never go back.

And the handcuffs, he mention those, too?

Yeah.

Pink handcuffs. Like that would make them any more comfortable.

And when did he mention all this to you?

A few days before his wife killed him.

Well, that's interesting, because the Di Napolis didn't have pink handcuffs then.

This store receipt shows

that Mrs. Di Napoli bought them the day of the murder.

Well, I must have read they were pink in the newspaper.

That detail was never released.

So what?

That psycho tramp wife of his knew about them.

She knew they were there.

So did his killer.

So did you.

On the charge of Murder in the Second Degree,

how do you find?

We find the defendant guilty.

I thank you for your service.

Defendant is bound over for sentencing.

I know what people think of me.

I know what you may think of me.

But I never lied to you.

And I loved my husband.

I believe you.

Thank you.

For everything.

I gather things weren't looking so good

when your star witness tried to murder the defense attorney.

Well, we recovered. I let the jury see

how much Felner hated his wife, and then

he fell into the old pink handcuff trap.

Just like Mr. Di Napoli used to, I imagine.

The widow sent me a thank-you gift

for helping to convict her husband's killer.

Diamond studs?

It's her husband.