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[male narrator] Previously, on Picket Fences:

Did Brian Latham admit to killing Susan Ingrams?

He didn't say it in words, but he made it clear.

He put that girl in the swamp.

We find the defendant guilty as charged.

Truth time.

I didn't do it.

I filed an appeal with the State Supreme Court on Brian Latham.

Instead they certified it for immediate appeal to the US Supreme Court!

The highest court in the land.

They may free the man who murdered my daughter

because they don't like the way you caught him.

Please don't lose.

[bailiff] Oh, yay, oh, yay, oh, yay. The Honorable,

the Chief Justice and Associate Justices of the Supreme Court of the United states.

‐This came in. ‐What?

Our appeal was denied.

It's over. We've lost.

‐Matthew. Matthew, honey, put this on the dining table. ‐I wanna do it! I wanna do it!

‐No, baby, you tell me when daddy comes. ‐Okay.

When he's at the door, you call me. All right, guys, let's go. Come on.

‐Everybody, let's go. Quiet. He left ten minutes ago. ‐Oh! Gotta go, gotta go.

He's gonna be here any minute. I want everybody at the dining room table.

‐I think he knows. ‐He doesn't know. He thinks I sent the kids away

and we're gonna have a quiet, candlelight birthday dinner.

Except that he's been complaining all day because he says he feel bloated.

I got the milk of magnesia, he's gonna be fine.

No, Mom, this birthday's bothering him more.

‐He's here! ‐Oh, he's here. Let's go, come on, everybody, let's go.

In the dining room, and don't forget the plan,

nobody says a word, okay?

Henry, we'll sit next to each other.

‐Oh, please. ‐And we'll sit next to each other.

[shushing] Don't say anything, he's coming in.

Matthew, you keep everybody quiet for me, I'll be right back.

Happy birthday, baby.

My birthday is cancelled.

‐Oh, no, not again. ‐No, there's nothing to celebrate, I'm old.

‐And what have I done with my life? ‐[kisses]

‐We go through this every year. ‐[sighs]

‐What... Wh‐what are you doing? ‐I'm blindfolding you.

I've set the table and dining room, but I don't want you to see it

‐until I've taken off my robe. ‐Jill, please.

‐Come on. Come on. ‐We don't have to do this, do we?

‐[laughs] ‐[chuckles] Ah, Jill, come on.

‐Oh, this is silly! ‐Just humor me.

Here we go. Sitting at the table, here's your chair.

Now, here you go, sit down. Don't touch that blindfold until I tell you.

‐Okay. ‐Okay? Now I'm going to

‐go in the kitchen and take off my robe, ‐Ooh.

‐and get the wine. ‐Are you naked under that robe?

Maybe I'll eat you for dinner. [chuckles]

[Jill] Oh. Oh, well, wouldn't that be lovely? Um,

‐don't touch the blindfold, honey. ‐Uh, get some antacid.

While you're at it, please.

I don't feel so good.

[groans]

Fifty one birthday dinner. [smacks lips]

Probably expecting sex.

Another year or two my penis will serve no function whatsoever

except to connect my bladder with the outside world.

[Jill] Almost there, don't move!

Oh, do me a favor and stay out there a second.

‐[Jill] Why? ‐Uh, just stay there a minute, uh...

Trust me, you'll be glad you did.

[farts loudly]

[groans]

[exhales]

Boy...

Uh, I'll let you know when it's safe. Just stay out there.

Okay! Okay, take off the blindfold.

‐[giggles] ‐[all] Surprise!

[all clamoring]

[all clamoring, coughing]

Oh, Jimmy!

[Kenny] There's a dead rat, let me out of here.

Oh, boy! [shudders, groans]

[theme music playing]

[theme music ends]

So what happens now?

We go for sentencing tomorrow.

‐I'm not optimistic. ‐I'm gonna get life.

There's a very real chance.

On in these matters, Judge Bone is not a lenient person.

Here's the thing.

Contrition does help.

If you go in showing remorse, he might respond.

If you go in clinging to your innocence, he'll hit you hard.

Now, I... I wouldn't suggest that you admit to something that you didn't do.

Brian, we're out of options.

We've been to the Supreme Court, we're out of options.

I didn't kill that girl.

And I won't say I did.

I wouldn't expect you to.

I'm sorry, Brian.

I did everything I could.

I know you tried, Mr. Wambaugh.

I thank you for that.

‐[John] No. ‐Just let me‐‐

‐You already reopened this case once without permission. ‐Suppose the guy's innocent.

‐[Jimmy] No! ‐Look, it's over, Kenny.

It's gone to the Supreme Court. It's over and done.

‐I don't want you digging back into this thing. ‐Excuse me.

That should not make any difference.

If the guy's innocent, he shouldn't go to jail no matter what.

‐I don't care what the Supreme Court says. ‐Thank you.

‐Oh, is that right? ‐All right, all right. What new evidence do you have?

After the trial, Brian Latham told me, catholic to catholic, he didn't do it.

‐I believe him. I know it in my gut. ‐Your gut?

Kenny, your gut is what got this man convicted in the first place.

You said when he told you where the body was, in your gut, you knew that he was the killer.

The guidance counselor at the high school says that

Susan Ingrams fought with her parents all the time.

She told him she thought her parents were crazy.

Every teenager thinks that, especially my daughter.

But the father came in here crazy with a gun.

Your hunch cannot get this case reopened.

‐Now, you wanna bring me some new evidence, fine. I'll... ‐[groaning] Ah, damn!

‐[Max] Jimmy! ‐[groaning] It's all right, it's just gas.

‐[continues groaning] ‐[Kenny whoops]

Oh, very funny.

[screams, groans] Damn it.

[groans] Right there. Right there. Ooh.

‐No, that's okay. ‐What about here?

‐Yes! ‐Okay.

Okay, you can get up now.

You have a little gastritis.

Probably brought on by the stress of having a birthday.

I'm gonna put you on some mild medication, I'm gonna watch your diet,

‐and I want you to stay home for a couple of days. ‐I'm not staying home.

Jimmy, I don't want this to turn into an ulcer.

I'm not staying home because of a little gas.

‐I'm the sheriff. ‐A little gas? Honey,

if the birthday candles had been lit last night, the roof would've blown off.

Judge Bone just left here, I think you singed one of his lungs.

You think that's funny?

‐That's not funny! ‐Which is why I'm not laughing.

Jimmy, what is it?

Birthdays aren't supposed to cause this much anxiety. What's going on?

[sighs]

‐What if he didn't do it? ‐[scoffs] Come on, Max, don't you start.

John, let's just be honest about something.

We stopped this investigation short, all our work was spent

trying to get Latham convicted.

Yeah, because he did it. [scoffs]

You don't think somebody showed up after Brian Latham left?

Maybe she had a boyfriend who found out she was with Latham.

My point is, we didn't look. We just assumed.

Susan Ingrams had no boyfriends, I checked that out.

‐You did? ‐Yeah, look.

I interviewed her friends. They told me there was nobody.

She was totally religious, very straight, from an extremely religious family.

There's nothing sinister about her or anybody she kept company with.

But you did some checking just the same because you were so sure?

[scoffs]

Extremely religious family?

Devout catholics?

So?

Catholic...

[praying in Hebrew]

‐What are you doing here? ‐Praying.

My client's best shot.

‐What's with the yamaka? ‐I use it like an ice bandage.

When I'm thinking deep thoughts.

I don't wanna pull a muscle. The two things I worship, Henry,

God and the law.

I think you know that.

But what you don't know is that I've always considered you a hero.

I know you don't like me much.

You insult me, but I've always forgiven it because I knew

you were faithful to the law.

I could always count on you for that, until

the Latham case.

Brian Latham's statement should've been suppressed,

but you gave in to your emotions, and you raped the law.

It was an atrocious abuse of judicial power.

The Supreme Court stood behind my decision.

The Supreme Court changed the law,

which they were entitled to do,

you weren't.

You played cowboy on the bench,

and because of that, an innocent man is going to spend the rest of his life in jail.

You bend and twist

and talk the law every time you walk into a courtroom.

I straddle the line, Henry,

but I never step over it.

You did.

And that makes you a bad judge.

Let me tell you something.

My love for the law and what I do

has always been, in some small part,

because of you.

‐[pleasant music playing] ‐You've made it noble.

Maybe...

that's why this hurts the way it does.

You were a bad judge.

[door closes]

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

It's been a while since my last confession.

[Father] How may I help you, my child?

Well, first...

I know this is sealed,

but I have to make sure.

You won't repeat what I say.

No matter what I tell you, you won't reveal it to anybody, no matter what.

Right?

‐The confession is sealed, my child. ‐Okay.

I committed murder.

‐You did what? ‐Susan Ingrams.

I was the one who killed her.

I stabbed her.

Is that right?

See...

I've been having a lot of fights with her lately.

Maybe I loved her too much, you know?

I loved her like a daughter.

Like a daughter.

And in a wild fit of rage

acting like, I don't know...

her father,

I chopped off her finger, then I killed her.

Now...

you'll sit on that, right?

Somebody confesses to a murder...

you won't tell anybody if you get that admission

in this little booth, right, Father?

The confession is sealed.

Even if they try and convict the wrong man,

you still have to stay silent, don't you?

That's your professional vow.

You don't tell.

Open the screen, Father.

Open it.

‐[suspenseful music playing] ‐I know he told you.

He's an extremely religious man, he never misses mass, you're his priest.

I have witnesses that saw him go into this booth.

John Ingrams killed his daughter,

and I know he told you.

‐Get out. ‐Father?

I said get out!

I saw it in his eyes,

‐Father Barrett‐‐ ‐Oh, come on.

[scoffs] Think about it, Jimmy. We know that John Ingrams is a violent man,

‐he tried to shoot Brian Latham in his cell! ‐He did kill his daughter.

‐Or so he wants us to think. ‐We also found the father's hair and fibres in the car.

‐It was his car. ‐Why don't you want to investigate?

We did investigate. We tried and convicted the killer!

The case is closed.

Jimmy, no offence, but as a deputy in this department, I'm embarrassed.

Me too. We never even checked out the possibility

of somebody else. We were lazy.

We got a quick coerced statement, then we rested.

Well, we may very well have blown it.

I can't live with that.

‐How can you? ‐You wanna reopen? Fine.

‐It's your case. You handle it. ‐Thank you.

You won't be sorry.

What can I do?

Maybe delay the sentencing or stay the verdict, I don't know, something.

What exactly did the priest tell you?

Nothing, but I could tell he knew what I was talking about.

Forgive me, but when it comes to judging character,

‐you are not Solomon. ‐Your Honor...

I know that John Ingrams confessed the murder to Father Barrett,

I just know it.

Even if you're right, it doesn't make any difference.

How can it make no difference?

I know Gary Barrett very well.

He would never reveal the content of any confession!

Even if he did, it's a privilege.

It can't be used against the confessor.

An innocent man could be serving a life sentence.

You people are supposed to do the investigating before the trial.

That's how it works, damn it. I helped put this kid away relying on you!

‐Let's just take a step back. ‐It's too late.

There's no new evidence here, I can't reopen on this.

There has got to be‐‐ Look, we're the ones that put this kid away,

the cop, the DA, the judge. It was the three of us.

Now, if we suddenly have doubts, how can we not fix this thing?

Because the system has a life of its own, counsel.

And the system is bigger than the three of us.

The confession has no legal validity.

Without new evidence, I can't undo a verdict.

Which means that kid is trapped.

[scoffs]

[Mr. Ingrams] Sheriff Brock?

There's a rumor going around.

The investigation may be reopened.

We're just checking a few things.

‐Mm‐hmm. ‐How can you do this?

We're trying to put it all behind us and you keep churning it back up.

Mrs. Ingrams, I believe Brian Latham killed your daughter.

But if he didn't,

I would think we would wanna reopen it.

Of course.

We just want to move on from this, that's all.

Of course.

[Jimmy farts]

[grunts]

Excuse me.

‐Okay, now hold still. ‐Okay, I will.

Hold still. Take a deep breath.

‐This isn't necessary. ‐I just wanted to rule out gall stones.

‐[Jimmy exhales] ‐Which I now can. Good.

Okay, we're done.

Jimmy, this is just anxiety induced.

What's the deal? Hmm?

[groans]

Brian Latham is the guy, I'm sure of it.

[smacks lips] But Max is right, we didn't investigate.

The public wanted this thing solved, so we gave them a quick solve.

But whether we got the right guy or not...

[sighs]

I didn't do the job.

[Father Barrett] I don't know what you're looking to gain, Henry,

but if it's anything to do with Deputy Stewart's psychotic episode in my confession...

Oh, Gary, Deputy Stewart said she saw something in your eyes.

Since I've known you more than 20 years,

I figure...

Well...

If there's something there,

I'd be able to see it, too.

Look at me, Gary.

You've been a very depressed man of late.

And for someone so fascinated with community affairs,

I found your absence from the Latham trial to be quite conspicuous.

Extraordinary, really.

I think something's tearing you up.

Henry...

there's absolutely no way

in which you're gonna get me to say anything.

None.

A man is about to appear before me to be sentenced

for killing a girl I'm not quite sure he killed.

He may have to spend the rest of his life behind bars.

A God‐loving young man

who revealed the whereabouts of a body

so that she might have a Christian burial.

If he's innocent,

it can't be God's plan

to see him punished this way.

I'm not asking you to divulge anything that was said to you in a confession,

I don't care who you spoke to,

all I want to know...

Do you believe Brian Latham killed Susan Ingrams?

I have to meet my maker one day, Gary...

I don't wanna be jailing an innocent boy

for the rest of his life.

I need guidance.

Did Brian Latham,

in your opinion,

murder Susan Ingrams?

For God's sake, help me.

Did Brian Latham kill Susan Ingrams?

[stutters]

In my opinion...

he did not.

My God!

[all clamoring]

I'll talk to you all later.

I'll give you a statement later. Later!

[bailiff] Case number 32666

People vs. Brian Latham on the matter of sentencing.

Douglas Wambaugh appearing for the defendant.

Before being heard on sentencing,

I would like to read a short poem by Rudyard Kipling.

Denied. Sit down.

Mr. Latham, stand up.

I hope he gets the electric chair.

Can't. This is Wisconsin.

No death penalty.

[Judge Bone] You stand convicted of a heinous crime.

For sentencing purposes,

I reviewed the transcripts and evidences

looking for circumstances of possible mitigation.

In so doing,

I was occasioned to re‐examine

the weight of all the submitted evidence.

And during that re‐examination,

I found that the jury's verdict was not supported by the facts.

Accordingly, I set aside that verdict,

‐[all murmuring] ‐and instead, direct a verdict of not guilty.

The defendant is free to go. Adjourned.

[Wambaugh] Dear God in heaven...

‐What happened? ‐It's over, you're free!

‐I don't go to jail? ‐You're a free man.

[grunts]

[all continue murmuring]

[indistinct yelling, arguing]

Judge!

How could you let him go? He killed my daughter!

‐What did you tell him? ‐[Kenny] Calm down.

‐You bastard! ‐[John] Hey, shut up!

Now listen to me. I'll explain to you what happened.

‐What explanation? ‐There is one.

Now, I know it's hard for you to see at the moment, but don't worry yet.

There's a plan to all this madness.

All right? But you have to trust me a little bit.

Now, Deputy, I want you to take Mr. Ingrams back to my office.

I want a quiet place to talk.

Now, I promise you, I will make sense of all of this.

This is just legal maneuvering. I will make sure of it.

I'll see you back at my office.

[door closes]

‐What the hell are you gonna tell him? ‐I have a plan.

But first I gotta hear from you. What happened?

‐Did Father Barrett tell you‐‐ ‐I don't need to tell you anything.

I think Latham's innocent. That's all you get from me.

‐Your Honor, I need to know‐‐ ‐Read my lips.

Forget it.

All right.

Look,

Mr. Ingrams is not a suspect at this time.

As soon as you leave this room, you get on the radio, you make sure Kenny has that message.

Mr. Ingrams goes into my office as a citizen.

‐What are you up to? ‐I'll tell you later.

I want a search warrant for the Ingrams' house, there may be more evidence there.

‐What grounds? ‐The victim lived there.

We found the father's hair and fibres in the car, we have grounds.

‐I'll give you a warrant to search, but not to arrest. ‐All right.

You've got nothing on the man.

Well, not yet, but I will.

[door closes]

I'm so confused, I just...

‐What happened? ‐I'm not sure.

There's a rumor that somebody else could have confessed.

Maybe the father. But it doesn't matter.

And the Judge, he can just overrule the jury?

‐Even the Supreme Court? ‐On the facts, yes.

‐What happens if he changes his mind again? ‐He can't.

Double jeopardy. You're free, Brian.

It's final, no matter what.

[both laughing]

I wanna thank you both so much for

not giving up on me.

I've done a lot of dumb things all my life, but...

staying with you...

that was smart.

[both laughing]

[Wambaugh] Good luck, Son.

‐So what is this big plan? ‐Just wish me luck.

Got no evidence so this better work. Just wish me luck.

‐Okay, good luck. ‐Thanks.

‐What's going on? What‐‐ ‐Have a seat, Mr. Ingrams.

‐Want some water? ‐No.

I think you want a glass of water.

Father Barrett told us you confessed to killing your daughter.

What?

He's on his way over here to make an official statement.

First of all, anything said in a confession is privileged.

Can't be used in a criminal trial.

Are you a lawyer, Mr. Ingrams?

‐No. ‐Well, it's funny you should know that particular law.

Let me make something clear to you first.

At this very moment, you're not being held.

Until we've got that official statement, we've got nothing to hold you on.

So if you wanna get up and walk out that door, you're completely free to do so.

I can't stop you. And I won't.

You wanna stay and have a conversation, we can do that too.

I know what you're doing. You're not holding me officially,

so you don't have to give me Miranda, or a lawyer.

Again, I'm impressed.

For a lay person, you seem to have a firm grasp of your constitutional rights.

Go on, you're free to go. Get out of here.

Or you hear what I have to say, it's your choice.

I'm listening.

True...

what you said to the priest can't be used against you,

but there's no poisonous fruits rule on religious confessions.

What we dig up as a result of learning what you said to that priest...

that's all legally admissible evidence.

But of course, you already knew that.

Here's the punchline.

We will devote every waking man‐hour

of every day, as long as it takes

to unearth the evidence to nail you.

I'll start with exhuming the body.

We're searching your house as we speak.

I'm also gonna call in the FBI for assistance.

[scoffs] Yeah, I'm gonna get you, Mr. Ingrams.

It may be tough, but I will get you.

Now...

you can make it easy.

You give me a statement right now

and I'll make it easy for you.

I'll agree to "heat of passion," it'll beat down the charges a little.

I'm offering you a chance right now to help yourself,

this is the very last offer you're gonna get.

You embarrassed this department.

We tried the wrong man. You made us look bad, I don't like that.

Now, you help me fix it quickly, and I'll give you a break.

You make me work hard...

and I will see to it that you rot in jail until your very last whisper of a breath.

Help me or don't, your choice.

Am I free to go?

Yeah.

Goodbye.

[door slams shut]

Damn it! Damn it!

I had him, Jimmy, I was so close. He was about to crack, I had him.

The search has come up empty so far. Should we exhume?

No, Carter went over that body with a cue tip, we're not gonna find anything else.

I want the threat of digging her back up to pressure Ingrams.

‐Uh, where's Father Barrett? ‐In protective custody like you said.

Good. I don't want Ingrams to get anywhere near him.

He has to be thinking that Father Barrett gave us that statement.

I wanna dredge at the pond again, maybe there's something else down there.

No, Kenny, you do that. Max, I want you to take a crack at Mrs. Ingrams,

see if you can break her. She's got to know if her husband did this.

Sheriff, go to the Ingrams' house and arrest both of 'em.

‐On what? ‐On our suspicion, I don't care.

I wanna tighten the vice.

Then when they get in here, I want Mr. Ingrams isolated from Mrs. Ingrams.

It will give us a better chance of breaking her. We can do this.

We can.

And when you arrest them, scare the hell out of them. Shake 'em up.

Especially her. We've gotta soften her up for Max.

All right? Okay, let's move.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Jimmy] Let's go!

We've gotta make this look good.

‐Don't worry about me. ‐Don't you hit anyone.

Don't worry about me.

[banging on door]

‐What the‐‐ ‐Hands against the wall, Sir. Over here.

‐What are you talking about? What are you doing? ‐Now.

‐Put your hands against the wall. ‐What's the problem?

You are under arrest for murdering Susan Ingrams.

‐Read his rights. ‐[Kenny] You have the right to remain silent.

‐Hands against the wall! ‐Anything you say can and will be used against you.

You're under arrest for aiding and abetting the murder of Susan Ingrams.

Let's go!

Wait until we get in the car.

I want a lawyer!

‐You need one. ‐Put him in a cell.

‐Take her to interrogation. ‐I haven't done anything!

‐I don't care! ‐Through here.

Hey, you're on. You're ready?

‐Ready. ‐It's all up to you now, Max.

‐Okay. ‐Okay, you are on her side.

She gotta trust you, you're the only one who can help her now.

‐I get it. ‐All right. I ran a check on her,

she underwent some psychiatric treatment a couple of years ago

which means her mind's probably a little fragile.

That explains why she could cover for her husband.

That's also something that can be exploited by you, now.

‐Okay. ‐All right. Let's go.

I wish I could tell you everything is okay, but it's not.

Should I have a lawyer?

Probably.

But we're not after you, Mrs. Ingrams.

We know your husband confessed to the priest,

but we need you to make a statement.

We need you to tell us what happened.

Don't I have a right not to?

You know, he's my husband. I have rights

that say I don't have to say anything to hurt him.

Yes, you have those rights.

You want to protect your husband, I understand.

What about your daughter?

He did this to her. To your daughter.

This isn't just somebody snapping, there were 11 stab wounds.

Susan came to a vicious and horrible death because of that man,

how can you wanna protect him? He took your daughter away!

Look at what he did.

He's not an evil man. He's really not.

Oh, he's very evil.

To do this...

he's either very evil or very sick.

Either way,

you're not safe with him.

What if he should turn that knife on you?

[sighs] He never would. No.

If he thought that your conscience might get the better of you,

you know he would.

And right now,

I'm looking at a woman with a conscience.

I'm looking at a woman who's gonna have a hard time living with what she knows.

And if your husband sees what I'm seeing right now,

why wouldn't he turn that knife on you?

It's time to face the truth, Mrs. Ingrams.

Do what you know you have to do.

What if I knew

and helped cover things up?

Do I go to jail for that?

No.

If you testify against your husband, we will give you immunity.

We can help you, but you have to help us.

I have already lost my daughter.

If I lose John, what have I got?

What have you really got now?

[dramatic music playing]

Did your husband kill your daughter, Mrs. Ingrams?

We need you to say that in court.

Will you say that in court?

We need you.

Will you help us?

Okay.

[whimpers]

Okay.

Complete immunity. I don't want you coming in sideways

‐with any of your reckless endangerment charges. ‐Don't worry.

All right, Mrs. Ingrams,

we're going to court for the arraignment and preliminary examination.

It shouldn't take more than about an hour.

I suspect your husband will be held with no bail,

so we're gonna try and shield you from him in the courtroom.

‐I have to testify today? ‐I'm sorry,

your statement is the only evidence we have so far,

so we can't make the charges stick unless you take the stand.

We'll try to make it as quick as possible.

‐The knife was right where she said it was. ‐Good, get it to the lab.

Max, call Carter, okay? I do wanna exhume.

And then get to court 'cause I want you there as support for her.

‐Done. ‐[Mr. Ingrams] Get your hands off me!

‐Here he comes. ‐Okay, keep her in there.

And block the view. I don't want him to see her.

It doesn't work. You know that?

‐This doesn't... This doesn't work, Marjorie! ‐Come on, John.

‐[John] I'll see you in court, Sir. ‐This doesn't work, Marjorie!

Call Carter and make sure that he knows we got a knife.

‐All right, let's go. We don't have a lot of time. ‐Okay.

‐I'm in the way. ‐Excuse me?

Max, Kenny, Littleton...

I can see the fire in their eyes. The fire that used to be in my eyes.

Now, I'm... just getting in their way.

‐Sounds like more of the birthday blues to me. ‐[chuckles]

The other night at the dinner table, uh... [chuckles]

it was just a metaphor, Jill.

[sighs] A bunch of people

poised to spring.

And I'm just a feeble old fart.

Oh, Jimmy, I walked in that room and judging from the air quality,

I would say you're still a very potent man.

And innocent man almost went to jail for the rest of his life because...

I think this town needs a new sheriff.

‐Jimmy... ‐Rome isn't a quiet little town anymore.

Shoplifting used to be the biggest crime here, things have changed.

I've had to order new weapons, new riot gear...

Kenny and Max have the fire.

Maybe the best thing I could do is get out of the way.

There was this huge fight.

We were all involved really, but...

Well, John and Susan, they were especially angry with each other.

‐What happened after the argument? ‐Well, Susan ran out.

We thought she would come back like always, but

after an hour she hadn't, so we went looking for her.

Both of you?

We knew she liked to go to this pond,

especially when she was upset.

We saw her car parked there

up on the shoulder by the road.

I know this is difficult for you, Mrs. Ingrams.

We got out, and we looked in the car and...

saw all these beer cans and...

John, he just, kind of...

Well, he was so upset.

I told him, "Wait by the car, I'll go down and get Susan." Which I did.

And I found her down by the pond.

And then what happened?

She and I, we got into another argument, and...

Do I have to say what I did?

That's not really what's important, is it?

Well, the whole point of immunity, Mrs. Ingrams, is so that you can tell us everything.

Okay.

Well...

Susan got mad at me,

and then...

I don't know, the next thing I know, it...

‐just happened. ‐What happened?

I took the knife out of my purse.

‐[all gasping] ‐Wait a second. You produced the knife?

I knew there would be trouble, and there was.

My daughter became totally abusive all over again.

She could be evil.

[all murmuring]

So...

‐I stabbed her. ‐What!

[all gasping]

I just lost control. I started swinging with the knife, and

John heard the screams and he came...

He pulled me off of her, but she was...

‐I killed her. ‐[all murmuring]

Mrs... Mrs. Ingrams, previously,

you said your husband killed her.

I was afraid.

Then when you offered me immunity, I...

thought I should tell the truth.

‐[all continue murmuring] ‐[bangs gavel]

Counsel in chambers. Now!

What the hell have you done now?

She lied to me, I can't... [chuckles] I can't believe this.

‐She was covering for him. ‐Not to betray a client's confidence,

but Mrs. Ingrams was the killer.

Your Honor, uh, my client participated in the cover up,

he had nothing whatsoever to do with the murder.

Now, John Ingrams told Father Barrett all of this,

that his wife committed murder and he helped to cover it up.

What did Father Barrett tell you?

He didn't say anything about Mr. Ingrams.

There is uh, some history, Your Honor.

She's had psychotic episodes in the past and nothing, of course, like this.

Well, she doesn't get immunity anymore.

‐We're gonna use her proferts‐‐ ‐It's only good for impeachment.

Her testimony is covered.

I think she goes free.

‐Oh, my God. ‐[Judge Bone] Everybody, get out.

I'll take the bench in ten minutes. Please, please, get out.

[door opens]

[door closes]

‐And we can't even go after her? ‐I don't think so.

‐But she lied to us. ‐It doesn't matter.

We gave her full use immunity, she can...

I can't believe this has happened.

So it must have happened the way Brian Latham said.

They went to the pond, then after he left her, she went back to the pond.

I promise you I didn't know she was going to say that.

‐She lied to me, too! ‐I know, Doug, I know.

[bailiff] Be seated.

[Judge Bone] Well, well, well...

Things didn't go exactly as planned today.

Mrs. Ingrams was granted use immunity.

That legally bars any prosecution against her

based on her testimony or its fruits.

Obviously, nobody knew she was going to testify

as she did. But that doesn't matter.

The law is the law.

And...

here I am again...

forced with having to uphold the law...

and free a killer.

I was so repulsed by that notion the last time,

I junked the constitution and sent the killer to trial.

Where he was convicted.

Only, he turned out not to be the killer.

Maybe that's what happens when officers of the court get reckless,

and forsake the law.

The wrong people...

get convicted.

Like Mr. Wambaugh correctly pointed out,

I was a lousy judge the first time around...

well...

I've gotten worse.

Because, if upholding the law

is gonna put Mrs. Ingrams back on the street,

then I'm putrid.

They'll have to drag me off the bench and put me in a rubber room

before I'll set you free, lady.

You killed your own daughter. You were gonna let that man rot in jail.

Well, he's out and you're in.

‐Here's the ruling from the lousy judge. ‐[all murmuring]

An immunity agreement is a form of a contract.

It involves a meeting of the minds.

Fraud vitiates any contract.

You committed fraud.

I thereby declare the immunity agreement invalid.

Deputy Stewart, place that woman under arrest.

Put her in lock up, and let's see that she gets

her constitutional right to a speedy trial.

‐Mr. Wambaugh, any objections? ‐None.

Permission to withdraw as counsel.

Granted. Everybody, get out.

[all cheering, applauding]

[handcuffs click]

[door opens]

Well...

I wish I could play as loose with my covenance as you do yours.

We wear different robes.

I may have to swing by confession, Father.

Come to communion.

I'll break out the good stuff.

I never would've broken my rules.

But because you broke yours...

I sleep a little better.

[dramatic music playing]

God bless you, Henry.

I'll take it.

[door closes]

[Max] I can't believe that woman lied as well as she did.

Did you see the look on my face when she said that?

‐Did you see Bone's face? ‐[John] Guess what.

I found out that Mrs. Ingrams had been institutionalized six years ago.

‐Why did we never check on that? ‐We didn't check anything out.

[John] Look, I'm going after this guy for

obstruction of justice, aiding and abetting, and I'm gonna push for attempted murder.

‐Yeah, but he didn't fire. ‐He would have if Kenny hadn't shown.

‐Oh, right, Kenny. ‐[both] The supercop!

‐[Max whooping] ‐[John] Give it up.

[Max laughs] We need another round.

[John] Wait, wait. I got a question. ‐[Max] What?

[John] Drink up. What if she's lying?

[conversation continues indistinctly]

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