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(SINGING LULLABY LEAGUE AND LOLLIPOP GUILD)

* We represent the Lullaby League

* The Lullaby League, the Lullaby League

* And in the name of the Lullaby League

* We wish to welcome you to Munchkinland

I don't like that fat lady.

She ain't no Dorothy.

Here comes Daddy.

* We represent the Lollipop Guild

* The Lollipop Guild, the Lollipop Guild

* And in the name of the Lollipop Guild

* We wish to welcome you to Munchkinland

(MARCHING BAND PLAYING)

* We welcome you to Munchkinland

* Tra la la la la la la,

* Tra la la la la la la

* Tra-la-la, tra-la-la

* Tra la la la la la la

* Tra-la-la, tra-la-la

* Tra la la la la la la

* Tra-la-la, tra-la-la

* Tra la la la la la la...

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

It's all right, people.

There's just going to be a very short delay.

(STUTTERING) Everybody just please stay in your seats.

I'll be right back.

Curtain! Curtain!

(WHISPERS) Play something.

Everything's perfectly fine.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

MAN: Did you see him fall?

Let me through. Let me through. What's going on?

All right, clear out. Let me see.

Jeez. Damn. Phil, Phil.

MAN: He just collapsed? WOMAN: Is it his heart?

Oh, jeez, he's not breathing.

Get my wife! I'm right here.

Cut him out of this thing. Who is it?

It's Phil Banks. What's happened? No pulse.

Oh, God. I got a saw.

We're only into Act I.

The man's not even breathing.

Cut him loose! Cut him out of there!

JULIA: Oh, my God! Come on, people, give him room.

Be careful. Give him some room now.

Back off, people! Back off!

He looks blue. He's supposed to be gray.

Julia, shut up and walk away. Walk away now!

I'm just being concerned.

Jimmy.

Talk to me, Doctor. What?

Send your audience home.

What? Send them home?

(STUTTERING) We've got a show to put on, if...

The show's over, Joe.

The Tin Man's dead.

Schultzie, no. Down, now.

See this?

Our sensitive town newspaper. Look at that.

JILL: Oh, nice.

At least he stroked out after your big number, Dad.

Don't make jokes about a person's death, Matthew.

(TROMBONE BLARING)

Zack, put down the trombone. I got to practice.

My recital's Friday. Friday. I know.

But there are no musical instruments at the table.

Where's my hat?

I need a note, Mom, in order to be late to school.

Should I have Matthew write it?

JILL: I'll write it. Go on, sit down.

Have some breakfast. JIMMY: Where's she going?

The Contrition Sisters are coming into town this morning.

They're due at Pacino's in 10 minutes.

Kenny is picking me up. He's late.

JIMMY: You weren't even born when they recorded their one hit song,

why are you... Two hit songs, and my soul was alive.

Though how it stays alive in this dull town is another question.

If you ask me, Phil Banks died of boredom.

JILL: All right, young lady. Here she goes.

Carter Pike called from the morgue while you were in the shower.

Says he needs to see you. JIMMY: Great.

Is he touching the bodies again?

JIMMY: He never did that.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

There's Kenny. I'm off.

What about your note? Where's my hat?

He's getting spit on my cereal!

I have to practice.

My hat? Your hat's in the closet.

Look at that gob. It's alive.

Matthew! Matthew!

KIMBERLY: Oh, God. There's the bus.

KENNY: I never heard of this band.

You never even heard of the Beatles.

PUGEN: She was a magnificent performer,

and we certainly hope the Contrition Sisters will be able to...

We're late. I told you.

No, we're not late, they just got here.

There's one. Miss Marino.

Hi, sweetie. Step aside, Kimberly.

Miss Marino, Mayor Bill Pugen. Welcome.

Mildred, take a picture.

Our township is honored. Take another one.

Maybe we could get a group shot in by the drum set.

Right this way.

Miss Marino?

Melanie. And you are?

Kimberly Brock. Probably your number one fan in the world.

In Rome, definitely number one.

Well, thank you. And you would be number two?

Officer Lacos. Assigned to crowd control.

You're obviously very good.

Don't be fooled, Miss Marino, the people here love you.

They'd all be here if this town had a pulse.

I like you. You coming tomorrow night?

Well, I hope. But you're playing in a bar and I'm not 18 yet.

But I'm trying to work something out.

Well, I hope to see you.

You, too.

Yeah.

Very good, Kenny. Very well done.

What?

What? A person is judged by the company she keeps.

I'm sure Melanie Marino has a very high opinion of me right now,

after hearing your one-word grunts.

What do you want from me?

A poem? Just get in the car.

No, no. You get in the car.

And that crack about crowd control, that wasn't funny.

I told him not to be the Tin Man.

Man has a bypass, plays a character who needs a heart.

I told him he was mocking God. He should have been the Lion.

Your rate's a little rapid.

You know what I did?

I stayed up all night cleaning my Lenox.

Forty-four years of living, I had two things to show for it,

my husband Phil and my china collection.

Now I...

I just got my dishes. That's it.

Dishes.

You know, Marcia, in residency,

I did a short rotation in psychiatry.

If you need someone to talk to...

What good is that?

The good is you need someone to open up to.

Don't take this on alone. What can you say to me, Jill?

We had no children, just each other.

Now he's dead, I'm alone. What can you possibly say?

Okay, here's the thing.

Damn it, Carter, why can't we just bury somebody...

This is big, Jimmy. I took some blood.

You're just supposed to do the embalming...

I'm a medical examiner, I can take fluids if I want.

Now, this is how you get in trouble. You want the rumors to stop...

Nicotine. What?

The man stopped smoking three years ago,

after he got the heart condition, and I found nicotine.

And look right here. There's a puncture mark on his thigh.

What are you saying?

I'm saying this was no boating accident.

And no heart attack, either. This man was injected with poison.

What? Liquid nicotine, immediately fatal.

I'm as sure as I can be without an autopsy. Can I do one?

Now, wait a minute. You're saying you can drop somebody with nicotine?

Like lead. Phil Banks didn't just die,

somebody killed him.

Put me in charge. I've studied criminology and I know this stuff.

This is my case, Jimmy. I've had homicide experience.

You have not.

I did capital cases in Chicago,

plus which I solved the Quinn case. I'm hot.

That was a hit and run. The victim was a cow, and it lived.

Quiet. This is not yet a homicide officially.

We wait for an autopsy, okay?

If Carter says murder, he's very thorough.

I'll get a list of everyone who was at the play.

I'll cross-check probation,

see if there's anything we don't know about Phil Banks.

Greetings to Rome's finest.

Douglas Wambaugh here to see the Sheriff.

What do you want, Doug?

Phil Banks had a bad ticker, they stuck him in a hot metal suit.

There's got to be someone to sue.

Get out. Get out.

Please, we're very busy now.

Well, let me know when the police reports are done.

I'll need some copies. Yes.

I want this case.

That was your wife. Zack wet his pants at school.

What? How?

Went to the bathroom, didn't take them off.

GINNY: Rome Sheriff's Department.

Kenny, get the Tin Man armor dusted, the oil can, too,

and get blue prints of the theater.

Listen up, everybody.

Now, I know you're all anxious

because we might possibly have, well, I'll say it,

a murder on our hands. MAN: Jesus.

But it's not official, yet.

Until it is, I don't want any information released whatsoever.

This town could explode and we don't want that.

So, nobody says anything.

ZACK: It was an accident. JILL: I understand that, honey.

But if you have to go to the bathroom, why don't you just go?

I tried, but I couldn't go when I got to the thing.

Yeah, the urinal?

The other kids were waiting behind me,

and then at recess playing kickball, it just came out by mistake.

I think it's broke.

Oh, honey, look, you just have a bashful bladder, that's all.

You got a lot on your mind. Mr. Banks was one of your teachers,

and his death is very upsetting.

You got your big recital on Friday.

Matthew Langston Brock, get in here now!

I wasn't listening. Now!

He already knows.

Other kids saw my pants at recess.

I didn't know Schultzie was gonna come in here.

You listen to me, Mr. Espionage,

do you remember that organ donor card you filled out?

I'm about to notify medical science

they can come collecting right now.

I'm sorry, Mom. No, go.

Zack, that's enough. That's enough. No trombone, Zack. Stop.

Here's what we're gonna do.

Next time this happens, what you're gonna do is

you're gonna go into a daydream, okay?

Just think about Arnold Schwarzenegger, your favorite,

or Jack Nicholson as the Joker in Batman.

Really? Yes.

And if that doesn't work, you go into the stall

and you take your time. It's gonna be just fine.

(TOILET FLUSHING)

Autopsy confirms it. Somebody stuck the guy.

Nicotine poisoning, cause of death.

Probation is clean on Banks.

All the Munchkins were on stage when he went down.

The Wicked Witch was in her harness, the Scarecrow was in wardrobe.

No account yet for the Wizard.

It was a zoo backstage, people all over.

Well, we got to make a statement. The press is...

No.

Well, we can't just keep saying heart attack.

I don't say anything to the press till I got something to say.

That could be a while.

No offense, but 90% of evidence

usually comes within six hours of a homicide.

We're sitting here a full day later with nothing.

We'll get something. I'm sure we will.

But until then, we better tell the people and the press what we do know.

Murder has come to Rome, Wisconsin.

I don't understand.

The man has a coronary and you have to search the house?

It's really just routine, Marcia.

Liar.

Did he have a safe? No.

You don't comb houses of heart attack victims.

Basement's clean.

Okay, help Maxine in here. Marcia, would you come with me, please?

KENNY: I'll take the desk. You take shelves.

MAXINE: Okay.

Okay, I'm gonna be straight with you.

We don't think Phil died from a heart attack.

It looks like a toxin killed him. What?

Now, it's possible he ingested something. We just don't know.

But I want to ask you something.

Can you think of anyone who might have wanted to harm your husband?

Phil?

My God, the only person who even got mad at him ever was me.

You know Phil. Everybody loved him.

MAXINE: Jimmy? Alone a second?

Excuse me. What?

I'll be right back. I want to see.

Marcia, give me a minute, please.

Desk drawer had a false bottom. We found these underneath.

This one, she's totally naked.

I've seen that girl. Oh, boy.

She looks familiar.

Her name is Debbie Caton. She's a classmate of my daughter's.

Lives three doors from us.

What is she, 16 years old? That's sick.

We tell nobody about this, you hear?

Not Marcia, nobody. Until I say so.

Yeah.

My God.

Of course, I didn't know.

My daughter posing nude for a teacher... You think that if I knew, you wouldn't?

I mean, what the hell was he doing?

Did she ever talk about him?

No.

Did she ever indicate any anger or animosity toward Phil Banks?

What?

Are you suggesting that my daughter was connected with...

Was she with you backstage the night of the play?

Are you suggesting that my daughter had something to do

with Phil Banks' death?

At this point, we don't know what to think.

When we find out, we'll let you know. Thanks for coming in.

GINNY: Rome Sheriff's Department.

I know what to think.

I think there's definitely a connection between those photographs

and the death of Phil Banks.

So, you see, class, death is nothing to be scared of.

Absolutely not.

Mr. Banks has simply gone with God.

And while we should all miss him, we know that God...

Public school, Sister, church and state.

Sit down.

What I mean is, death is not to be feared.

Mr. Banks has departed,

but our lives, your lives, go on.

Day by day we go on.

(SINGING DAY BY DAY)

* Day by day

* Oh, dear Lord,

* Three things I pray

* To see Thee more clearly

* Love Thee more...

Excuse me. I'm sorry, Sister.

But when that child opens his desk,

there's a small chance of weaponry appearing.

Matthew!

What are you doing? I can't go on with all this.

Mr. Banks didn't die of a heart attack.

He was murdered.

(ALL GASPING)

Matthew Brock!

My dad's the Sheriff! I bugged his room!

Phil Banks was poisoned.

What a thing to say. It's true!

They found cyanide in him!

Then they went through his house and found fingerprints.

They found pieces of a person's hair and skin,

and then they sent it to the DNA lab.

Then they found out somebody in this school hated Mr. Banks,

somebody who wanted him dead,

and they went to that person's house.

And they found the bottle of cyanide pills.

Every one of you should be afraid.

You should be scared to death, because the hair, the prints, the cyanide,

they all belonged to that man right there!

(CHILDREN SCREAMING)

Class, class!

Get back here.

Class! Amy!

Frankly, Mrs. Brock, we are at wit's end. He...

I took some creative license, that's all.

Matthew.

Now listen to me. I have no doubt

that you will be the famous writer that you plan on becoming.

Your flair for drama is obvious.

We were all riveted when you took an ordinary potato

and made it look like a bomb.

But to accuse your homeroom teacher of murder...

I was kidding. Matthew.

That's the kind of humor that has to be disciplined.

How about disciplining the kids who picked on my brother?

You didn't do anything to them.

I beg your pardon?

Zachary. The incident at recess?

Oh, yes.

I absolutely chastised those boys who made fun of him.

Them you chastise, me you yell at.

Matthew, close your mouth before I suture your lips.

Mr. Oslo, I'm sorry.

Sometimes his imagination gets the better of him.

And this has been a crazy week.

Is it true? Is what true?

About Phil Banks? Was he really murdered?

This is embarrassing, and it's a personal affront.

Will you please calm down, Barnaby?

No, I won't calm down. I'm the District Attorney, for God's sake.

If there's a homicide investigation,

I don't expect to get wind of it through the school principal.

What in God's name, Jimmy?

That's exactly my point here. What in God's name...

Nicotine poisoning killed Phil Banks.

We found needle marks on his thigh.

We figure somebody jabbed him backstage and dropped him.

What's this about pictures? What pictures?

We got some pictures that suggest

that Banks was a little more of a kink than we figured.

You didn't tell me about any pictures.

Never mind. Now half the town is in your office.

We both should make statements.

How am I gonna make a statement? He doesn't give me the facts.

PUGEN: You know as much as we do.

JIMMY: Well, no, I didn't know about pictures.

PUGEN: Will you forget about the damn pictures?

Melanie.

What are you doing here? Looking for you.

That girl, Kimberly, who wasn't 18...

Yeah.

You just passed her father, the Sheriff. Oh.

Well, I worked it out with the owner of the bar

and he says she can come, as long as she's accompanied by an adult.

Maybe you.

Look, maybe I'm picking up the wrong scent or something,

but the way you smile when you talk to me,

it's the kind of smile I get from people that know something I don't know.

Which I get a lot.

Or it's the kind of smile I get from women when they like me.

Which I don't get so much.

Well, not as much as the other smile.

I see.

Well, I doubt that I know anything you don't know.

Uh-huh.

Oh.

See you tonight? Yeah.

Great.

(ALL CLAMORING)

How could you let them in here?

They're upset!

WOOD: Hold on, everybody. Everybody quiet!

I say you deputize us. That won't be necessary.

Was it a murder or not? How did Phil Banks die?

At the moment, we have no official comment.

He was poisoned.

Ginny. Hold on, hold on!

They're upset. I don't care.

What about the pictures, huh?

Even he knows about the...

Everybody knows about the pictures but me.

Folks, please be quiet. Quiet, please.

We're calling this a homicide investigation.

When there is more information, I'm sure Ginny will tell you.

Well, until then, what?

Until then, lock your doors.

(MOTOWN MUSIC PLAYING)

Aren't they incredible? Completely.

That's it, Kenny. Look right up there. That's what I want to be.

Hey, Kim, you take psychology and stuff in school, don't you?

Yeah.

Well, is it unhealthy for a guy to be attracted to an older woman?

How much older? I don't know.

Ten years, maybe.

Does this mean the guy's got an esophagus complex?

Oedipus.

Look, Kenny, you like Melanie, big deal. Just listen to the song.

I think if you really want to psychoanalyze it, you like her breasts.

Yeah, maybe.

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

Oh, I think you do, Debbie.

We're talking about your posing for Mr. Banks.

We're talking about your relationship with him.

I didn't have a relationship with him.

Debbie, I know you're a very nice young lady

and an honest person. I'm sorry.

Can we dismiss with the coddling here?

This is a murder investigation.

Maxine. Oh, come on, Jimmy. She's playing us.

She wanted to do this here instead of at her house

because she knew damn well the questions we'd be asking,

questions she didn't want her father to hear.

I also hope you know you'll also be going to jail.

I didn't do anything! You're lying to us!

That's obstruction of justice. Come on, look at these pictures.

Something was going on here.

Now, you either tell us everything, or we'll book you!

Get out. Jimmy!

Maxine, get out of here now.

Fine, but you can't save her.

Well, she's right, you know.

Don't make this any harder on yourself than you have to.

Were you having an affair with Mr. Banks?

I don't know.

Were you having sex with Mr. Banks?

Yes.

Who else knew about this? Did your father know?

Daddy didn't do anything to Mr. Banks!

Did he know? I had to tell him.

It was the only way that I could get the...

Get what?

The abortion. Mr. Banks got me pregnant.

You think I should ask her out?

You like her, ask her out.

Sheriff's Office. It's just that she's older, you know.

The abortion was done in Green Bay.

We also ran probation on Debbie's father.

He's got no record.

You want me to do this? Would you, please? Thank you.

Danny Oulton's been shooting blue jays

in Mary Stokes' bird bath again.

Kenny, get out there. Don't be sending me. Come on.

Never mind. Get out there, confiscate the gun, get Danny in here after school.

I want that man arrested. Who?

Carter Pike. He chopped up my husband. He should be thrown in jail.

Take it easy, Marcia. I won't take it easy.

The memorial service is this afternoon.

I wanted an open casket and he cut him all up.

I authorized the autopsy... Nobody got my permission to do this!

This is a homicide investigation. I wanted an open casket.

And you'll have that. Carter left the body intact, Marcia.

He's very thorough.

My husband deserves some dignity.

Marcia, I know how horrible this must be for you,

but this is a murder investigation,

and there are things we have to do

and things you're going to have to let us do.

Please.

Do you know who did it? Not quite yet.

But we are making progress.

Now why don't you go home? We'll call you.

I'm going that way. I'll drop you off.

There you go. Come on.

That was Danny Oulton's mother.

Mary Stokes put a dead blue jay in her mailbox.

Kenny. Got it.

GINNY: Sheriff's Department. Yes, ma'am. On his way.

Thank you for your call.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Feels bad about roughing up the Caton girl.

Ginny.

She wouldn't have told us about the abortion

if you hadn't been the bad cop.

I know. You know?

I'm fine, Jimmy.

BOY 1: Where are you going? BOY 2: He's just a wimp.

He peed all over the report.

Hey, there he is. BOY 1: Hey, there he is.

BOY 2: Here comes Zack. BOY 3: Hey, check it out.

Hey, Zack, how are the pants today?

Pretty dry? Yep.

We were wondering, do you use disposable diapers or cloth?

BOY 2: Probably use the two-ply, huh? Leave me alone!

Hey! What's going on?

Nothing.

Oh, the big brother.

Hey, are his diapers hand-me-downs, or does he get new ones?

Are you guys...

I'm sorry, would you be picking on my brother here?

What are you gonna do about it?

Yeah! Yeah!

Well, we could sit around and talk about it,

but since time's short...

Come on, Zack, let's go.

Tuck in your shirt.

Karate? Your boys know karate?

Yes. Their father taught them self-defense.

I see.

Mrs. Brock, I'm sure

this murder investigation has been a big burden on your husband.

And that kind of stress can be felt by the boys at home.

Excuse me. Are you laying the responsibility for this

on Matthew and Zack?

That is not to say there's no provocation.

But I have four boys in the school infirmary right now.

Who should know better than to pick on a smaller child.

I'm sorry, Mr. Oslo, Matthew was wrong yesterday to accuse Mr. Fairfield,

and he was out of line with that potato bomb, as well,

but when it comes to sticking up for his little brother

against four sixth-grade bullies, I back him.

You were very quick to call me, Mr. Oslo.

Why don't you call the mothers of those other boys?

I'm sure I'll be seeing them, whether I call or not.

Good. You can tell them if they have a problem,

they can pay me a visit. I know a little karate myself.

Come on, boys.

No, no, no. This was no amateur.

Liquid nicotine, even if a drop just touches your skin,

boom, dead, done.

Hacks don't handle this stuff.

Come near my daughter ever again and I'll...

You'll what, Mike? Kill me?

I didn't kill Phil Banks. I think you did.

Carter.

You're a pharmacist, you know chemicals,

you were backstage at the play. Carter.

Read me my rights then, damn it! But stay away from Debbie.

I don't have to read you your rights, Mike. I'm not gonna arrest you, yet.

You know the law, you know the game.

Tell you what, I would like to set up a polygraph, though.

You do what you like.

But don't you dare terrorize my daughter.

I think he did it, Jimmy. Carter.

If it had been me,

do you really think it would have been so neat, so painless?

You think that? That son of a bitch...

That was my daughter, my little girl.

I would have ripped him up. I would have made him hurt, I would've...

I would have made him hurt.

"Pillar" is such an impersonal term.

"Pillar", you think of a stanchion, something cold and hard.

But Phil Banks was a pillar of this community,

and he was anything but cold and hard.

He's both now.

You know, before turning to the service,

I would like to call on a few people who knew Phil best.

You brought her to a funeral? This is your big date?

Well, she works nights. I didn't have a lot of choices.

First, his co-star in that wonderful musical

that stopped so abruptly on Phil's passing,

Miss Julie Boles.

Julie.

Bet she finds an excuse to sing. Watch.

I loved Phil Banks.

Not physically, of course, but spiritually.

We spent a lot of time together during rehearsals,

helping each other with our songs. He was such a giving man.

The song of mine that he loved best was Over the Rainbow.

Because Phil was down in make-up early into Act I,

he never really got to hear the song the night he passed away.

I should like to sing it for him now.

Told you. You've got to be kidding.

(SINGING OVER THE RAINBOW)

Miss Marino, I just wanted to say thank you

for arranging last night.

I also want you to know it was the highlight of my life so far.

Really?

Deep down, I've always wanted to be a Supreme.

I was born too late. And too white.

That's racist, Kenny. You're too good for him.

Hey, I have an idea.

Why don't you come down to the club during lunch one day?

Let's say Thursday. It should be quiet.

Why?

Why? Because you're gonna sing a song with the band, that's why.

Get out.

Hey, if there's a Supreme somewhere down deep, I'll find her.

I'll be there.

You're a really nice lady, Melanie.

You know, I feel like giving you a kiss or something,

'cause, you know, I'm attracted.

I see.

But I can't here. I'm a law enforcement officer.

Plus which, I'm also kind of scared of kissing you.

Why?

Well, it's... I'm not good at it.

It's like I've got this bad clutch, kind of.

I sort of go from first, right into fourth, you know.

I kind of heat up, and so...

Yeah, I have the same problem myself.

Probably best we don't kiss here.

This is what I'm thinking. Good then. We're agreed?

Agreed.

You're gonna what?

I can't wait for you people to get up to speed.

This town's ready to burst into panic.

This is a local case. The state police has no authority.

And the local department can't crack it.

We're making progress.

What progress?

You suspect Mike Caton, that's your progress.

You haven't even gotten any hard evidence yet.

We'll get it! When?

You call in the state police, then you'll see panic.

I'm the mayor. I have a duty to protect this town.

You're just gonna fuel the hysteria.

I don't care.

I'll give you one more day. After that, I'll do what I have to do.

Hey.

Late.

Hi. Hi.

Mayor says if I don't make an arrest,

he's gonna call in the state police.

I'm gonna take a bath.

How's everything here?

Well, your daughter's gonna become a Supreme

and the boys went on a kung fu spree.

And there was an envelope at the door

containing a dead bird and a note saying,

"I pay my taxes." That's good.

(PLAYING DUELING BANJOS)

(TROMBONE PLAYING)

(EXCLAIMS)

I needed that.

What are you doing up so late, huh?

Waiting for you.

Well, I am home and the wait is over.

And you are gonna go to sleep.

Did you catch the killer yet?

Uh-uh.

But you will, right?

Oh, sure.

I told everyone at school you would catch him.

Attaboy.

This week.

Oh, okay.

(PAGER BEEPING)

Oh, I'm sorry. I don't know who that could be.

Night, Zack. Night, Mom.

Night, Bopper. Night, Dad.

I know this isn't technically an emergency, but...

JILL: Oh, it's fine.

About psychiatry, I think I really need to talk.

Okay.

But I don't want anybody to know

I'm seeing a psychiatrist. My God.

Would this...

It'd be confidential, right?

Oh, yes. Doctor-patient privilege is sacred with me.

Nothing would leave this room. Sit down.

You don't even tell your own family?

Oh, especially family.

Okay.

Then I'm gonna just say this before I explode.

I killed my husband.

I found out about him and that teenager.

I poisoned him.

Marcia. I don't know if I can live with myself.

But after what he did, I wasn't going to live with him.

He didn't deserve to live at all.

I'm so sorry.

He hadn't made love to me in over seven years.

I just figured he was an impotent little toad.

But, no. I wish that he'd suffered more.

Well, now, you said he was everything to you,

Phil and the china. I hate that damn china.

Every time I got upset about anything,

Phil would buy me another piece.

That's what he thought.

That a stupid thing, a plate, could keep me happy.

He probably bought the coffee set

the day he started sleeping with...

I wasn't just gonna sit home with the dishes, Jill,

while he was out having sex with nubile little freshmen.

I wasn't going to end up alone with the dishes.

Oh, no! Oh, no!

This really is privileged, right?

Yes. It's privileged.

Do I have to go to jail?

We're just gonna talk, Harold. Move it.

What's going in there? I can't really tell.

Is your hair brown? Yes.

Is your first name Michael?

Yes.

Did Phillip Banks impregnate your daughter?

Yes.

Are your eyes green? No.

Did you kill Phillip Banks? No.

Do the Red Sox play baseball? Yes.

Did you inject Phillip Banks with poison?

No.

Kenny, I think you better come in here for just a second.

What?

Okay, Harold, I'd like you to tell Officer Lacos

what you told me.

I got laid by a Contrition Sister.

What?

Not your friend, the other one, Myra.

I don't believe it.

I couldn't believe it while it was happening.

What, and you're saying that you paid money for this sex?

Will it be in the papers?

Look, I've got statements from four other patrons

who say that the manager propositioned them.

I don't believe any of this. No, I don't.

Good for you. Shut up, Harold!

Why are you coming forth to tell this to the Sheriff?

I'm telling everybody.

I'm gonna go have a talk with them and see what I can find out.

No, I'll talk to them. No.

But that might be a conflict of interest... I said I'll talk to them.

Kenny, I don't think that's a good idea.

JIMMY: Kenny. I got to go.

No, you stay here. Max, get in here.

What happened?

Caton failed the polygraph. Really?

He did? Not even close.

Well, why did you let him go?

Polygraphs aren't foolproof,

and they're not admissible.

Well, we've got the affair

and his familiarity with drugs. He was present at the scene.

Yeah, and he knew about Phillip Banks' heart condition.

He was filling the prescriptions.

It was the perfect crime.

Banks drops in the middle of the show, right in front of everybody.

Who wouldn't think heart attack?

You shouldn't have let him just leave, Jimmy.

I let him leave, Kenny, because I want to make the arrest at the pharmacy.

That way we can search the place without waiting for a warrant.

Maybe we can turn up the nicotine.

Well, we're still gonna need a warrant for the back rooms.

Under the Rehnquist Court, I'll take my chances.

Okay, it's lunchtime. He'll be back at the pharmacy in an hour.

I can't believe Mike Caton could be capable of murder.

He's got a lot of hate.

The only reason he's a druggist is because he failed the bar four times.

His lawyer father disowned him over it. Wife left him 12 years ago.

And now this, a schoolteacher sleeps with his daughter.

I almost feel sorry for him.

Don't.

No matter what the score is, you don't settle it with murder.

(SINGING WHERE DID OUR LOVE GO)

* Baby don't leave me

* Ooh, please don't leave me

* All by myself

* I've got this burning, burning, yearning feelin'... *

Okay, stop.

Kimberly, don't try and sex it up. It just doesn't feel genuine.

Diana Ross always sexes it up. She always...

Diana Ross sings like Diana Ross. You got to be Kimberly Brock.

Use your innocence.

You know, be real. Okay?

Again, two, three, four, one, two.

* Ooh, please don't leave me

* All by myself

* I've got this burning, burning

* Yearning feelin' inside me

Hi. Hi.

Can I talk to you alone for a second?

It's important.

* You came into my heart

That's great. Keep going.

* So tenderly

* With a burning love

* That stings like a bee

So, what do you expect me to say?

The truth.

Did she sleep with him for money?

Yes.

And? What about you?

I'm not my sister.

But let me tell you something, I am not ashamed of her. I'm not.

Well, you should be.

Easy for you, you live here in Hometown, USA.

You don't know nothing about me.

Growing up, I got into more trouble than you'll ever know.

I ain't no saint.

But that doesn't change the fact that your sister's a whore.

At 17 years old, we were on Bandstand,

magazine covers, drove around in limos. We were it.

And one day, we weren't.

For the last 18 years, we've been trying to get back what we had as teenagers.

Well, interesting strategy your sister's got.

Myra's got $14,000 saved.

When we get to 20, we can afford two weeks of studio time.

We plan to cut another record.

You actually think you're coming back?

You travel around playing pool halls.

Your sister's selling herself. What the hell do you call that, Melanie?

MYRA: Desperation.

The stuff dreams are made of. You know why we chose to play Rome?

'Cause we figured this town is so tiny,

even we could make a headline or two.

So, what happens?

The day we roll in, Rome, Wisconsin has its first big murder in a decade.

Bumped to the back pages again.

Seems you've been bumped back a little bit further than you know, lady.

You want to arrest me, go ahead.

As for my sister,

the only rule she broke is the biggest one

for traveling night club singers.

She forgot to leave her heart on the bus.

MAXINE: You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and shall be used against you.

You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one...

I know my rights.

You had to do it in public, didn't you, Brock?

You had to do it here.

Put him in the car.

Let's go.

Daddy. It's okay, sweetheart.

Don't worry. Everything is gonna be fine.

Take him, Maxine.

MAXINE: Come on.

You need anything?

Like I'm gonna ask you.

MALE REPORTER: Town druggist Michael Caton was, in fact, arrested.

He'll be charged tomorrow.

FEMALE REPORTER: ...a member of the school committee,

Rome is in shock that he could have killed...

MALE REPORTER 2: ...having a sexual affair with the defendant's daughter.

The arraignment will take place tomorrow afternoon.

Could you keep it down? I got a show to do across town.

What are you doing here? I'm a sneak.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I...

I like to shoot.

Lousy at math, good at guns.

Dead.

You know, I got a confession.

I love it that you're a cop. I love the uniform, the power,

everything.

You'd better go.

I'm feeling my clutch starting to pump.

Your weakness is math. Mine is self-discipline.

Oh, that sulfur.

(GAVEL BANGING)

Case Number 92634,

People of Hogan County versus Michael Caton

on the charges of murder in the first degree.

Douglas Wambaugh for the defendant, Your Honor.

Salutations to you and your fine staff.

Waive reading? Yes, Your Honor.

And in anticipation of my learned brother's request for bail...

Let me ask first.

Forgive me. I am a guest in your court,

and I loathe to overstep.

$500 bond, Your Honor, $100,000 cash alternative.

May I remind you, Your Honor,

we're in the middle of a recession.

$50,000 cash. Thank you, Your Honor.

And at this time, I would be requesting that District Attorney Wood

be recused from this matter.

What?

As we already know, Mr. Banks' tragic death occurred

in that wonderful production of the Wizard of Oz,

so elegantly directed by Helen Parker, who I see seated in the courtroom today.

Helen?

BONE: Wambaugh, don't push me.

Get to it. Yes, Your Honor.

And District Attorney Wood was in this production

as Mayor of Munchkin City. I didn't see anything!

He could be called as a witness.

Motion denied. He can prosecute.

I'm setting the trial date for January the 15th.

All pre-trials filed by December 20th. Clerk will see about bail.

That's all. Everybody out. Thank you, Your Honor.

What are you trying to pull disqualifying me?

Doing you a favor, Barnaby. Saving you from looking like an ass.

Which he is.

This is a murder trial, Wambaugh.

Would you try stepping out of the sewage just long enough to...

You want to talk crap?

Let's consider this black and fudge-like stool

you're calling a case. Get out of my face!

I've seen flu phlegm with more substance. All right, all right.

You got a deal to offer, I'm listening. Otherwise, shut up.

The charges are baseless.

In the interest of avoiding a protracted trial,

which could stain my client's image,

we would be willing to plead out on a lesser charge.

Say it. What?

Well, driving under the influence would be acceptable.

I'll kill him. Barnaby!

I'd ask the Sheriff to note the violent propensity of that man.

You smug, slimy son of a bitch!

And I ask that the District Attorney be considered a suspect.

Barnaby! Barnaby, stop!

Now, calm down.

I take that as a rejection of our offer. I'm disappointed.

Forgive me.

MAN: Mr. Wambaugh, has there been a plea bargain?

WOMAN: What are they offering? MAN: Is he gonna plead?

Good negotiating, Barnaby. Very deft.

Honey.

Hi, Jill.

Came over to check out the action, huh?

Yeah.

Honey. What?

Do you really think Mike Caton did this?

That is why I arrested him, yeah.

I don't know. I don't think... I don't know.

He is the man, darling. There's no doubt about it. He is the guy.

Now, come on. We got a recital to go to.

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

Kenny. Hey. Hey, Sal.

What's going on? Where's the show?

Pacino called it off. He's allowed to under his contract.

Well, why'd he call it off?

Because with all the TV cameras over at the courthouse,

the whole town will be on the 11:00 news.

And he figures everybody'll just stay home and watch it.

Why hire the Contrition Sisters for 500 bucks

when nobody's gonna come?

Later.

You'll never take her away from me again!

No, no! You can't take him away!

He's telling the truth!

He is my grandfather!

My really and truly grandfather.

Hey, hey, what are you doing here?

I was supposed to meet Melanie here after the show.

But since it was canceled, I came over now.

Oh, she ain't here.

(WOMAN GIGGLING)

Well, who's in there? Nobody. Don't go in there.

You got no warrant.

PACINO: Oh, boy.

Everybody out.

Face down on the floor.

Oh, Kenny. Shut up.

We just started. What a gyp.

On the floor, Harold! Both of you, out!

You're all under arrest.

It's a gyp.

HAROLD: It's not right.

(PLAYING CLASSICAL MUSIC)

He's on next. I know.

Just as soon as they finish, you'll take your seats behind the curtain.

Stop tugging at me.

Come on.

"I'll be back. Hasta la vista, baby!"

They're looking for you!

I tried Terminator, but it wouldn't work!

You got to be kidding. You're on stage in three minutes!

(IMITATING THE JOKER) "Where does he get all those wonderful toys?"

(URINE SPLASHING)

(SIGHS)

Zachary Brock!

He's going. He's coming. Please leave.

Listen to me, you little felon...

He'll be right out. Now go.

I'm a dead man.

(URINAL FLUSHING)

Zack, I'm only gonna say this once

and if you want to just ignore me go ahead,

'cause I know I'm a lousy influence. What?

You're a great trombone player. The best.

Psych? No psych.

You're the top musician in the band.

But nobody knows it. They should know it.

What are you saying?

I'm saying this is your night.

There's a bunch of bored parents out there

ready to yawn their way through one more recital.

I'm saying you should go out there and play that thing.

Play it like only you know how.

You think?

Do it, Zack. Do it.

Jimmy, the more I think about it,

the more I'm sure Mike Caton couldn't commit murder.

Oh, will you stop this obsessing?

I don't know what you're thinking, Jill.

But trust me, okay? I know my job.

Okay?

Ladies and gentlemen, next up is our elementary group playing

a popular piece that's one of my favorites.

I hope it's one of yours.

(PLAYING WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING IN)

I can't tell you how I know,

but I know for a fact Mike Caton is innocent.

How do you know for a fact?

I can't say, but you trust me.

Someone else killed Phillip Banks.

(PLAYING JAZZ SOLO)

All right, Zack!

WOMAN: Bravo!

Terrific!

MAN: Bravo!

WOMAN: Zack! Bravo!

But you did not see any transaction or exchanges?

No. I didn't see any part of the money deal, no.

Okay. Now look, look.

With what you're now saying about Marcia Banks,

I suggest we don't bring prostitution charges against these girls.

Why? Why? Well, okay.

First of all, all we got proof of, really, is sex.

We got no evidence. Oh, come on.

Look, Kenny, if what Brock is saying is true,

we're gonna kick one murder suspect and arrest another.

This just doesn't...

These are two different cases, Barnaby.

The point is, Kenny, we already look bad in the murder case.

If we bring prostitution charges and they get kicked, too,

that does nothing for our credibility either.

Plus which, Harold Lundstrom is a town selectman.

We don't need the national press getting ahold of that

while they're already skewing us for arresting the wrong murder suspect.

What makes you think it's Marcia?

My gut.

Dump the prostitution charges. We're not gonna make it.

I've got her. She's in the interrogation room.

Marcia. Sheriff.

Marcia, I'm gonna be straight,

'cause that's the only way I know how to play.

And I'm prepared to spend the whole night if that's what it takes.

Now, I know you went running to Jill and confessed something.

And she told me that Mike Caton is innocent.

Now, I figure the only way she knows that

is if you told her you did it.

You can play hide the ball with us if you want,

but Jill is gonna let me look at those medical notes on what you said to her.

Oh, all right. You've arrested me, so you've obviously got me.

I did it. I killed Phil.

The district attorney's decided not to press charges.

You're free to go.

Kenny, I'd like to explain.

Get out.

Have your bus packed up,

and get your act out of town by tomorrow morning.

May I please say something?

No.

BONE: Wait just a second. We already arraigned Mike Caton on this.

New evidence has come to light, Your Honor.

We would like to dismiss against Mr. Caton

and file charges against Marcia Banks.

Your Honor, I object to this travesty of justice.

What's the problem, Wambaugh? They're setting your guy free.

Well, for that I'm delighted.

But I now represent Marcia Banks,

and it is in her interest that I note this travesty.

She hired you, too.

It took me less than a day to free the last suspect.

Why wouldn't she want me?

We'll be asking the same bail, Your Honor.

Before we address bail, Your Honor,

I would like you to consider my motion for immediate dismissal.

On what grounds?

My client's confession was obtained illegally,

in violation of her constitutional rights.

Officer Stewart gave her Miranda.

But her confession is still poisonous fruits!

Why? You're asking me why?

I'll tell you why.

Sheriff Brock confronted Marsha Banks

after he secured privileged doctor-patient information

from his wife, who was treating my client.

Counsel, approach.

Sheriff and Dr. Brock, you, too.

What the hell is this?

She confessed the murder to her doctor, Judge, and that's how he knows.

Did you tell him? No, I didn't.

She said that she knew that Mike Caton was innocent.

Quiet!

What did you tell him? Nothing.

I told him that I was counseling her.

And he knew that I had to see her on an emergency basis the other night.

And Sheriff Brock exploited that information

to coerce a confession.

He told her that he was going to look into his wife's records.

And in the wake of that threat, she confessed.

Did you do that?

Son of a bitch. Your Honor...

Shut up. The confession is poisonous fruit.

You screwed up. I've got no choice here.

I got to kick it.

Your Honor, I request permission to represent whoever they arrest next.

Wambaugh.

Everybody step back. Harmless error, Judge, you...

I said step back.

Based on circumstances surrounding the arrest of this defendant,

I'm forced to dismiss this complaint on constitutional grounds.

Marcia Banks and Mr. Caton are both free to go.

This matter is adjourned.

FEMALE REPORTER: Sheriff, just one moment, please, sir!

Jimmy, can I get you for a second, please?

Ladies and gentlemen of the press,

as I said before, justice will prevail, and I knew in my heart

that my clients were innocent. I'm proud of this country.

Don't start.

You betrayed the sanctity of this marriage.

All I did was threaten her.

You exploited me. You coerced her using information

that you got from me. I didn't involve you, Jill.

You told her I'd show you medical records.

That's involving me.

Technically, I did not use any privileged information.

What patient is gonna come to me thinking there's risk of police force.

Why should I be penalized just because I'm the sheriff married to you!

It's psychological blackmail, Jimmy!

You jeopardized my reputation. I don't care!

Someone has been killed here, Jill.

And if I have to resort to using a little inside information

to get that killer behind bars...

What you did keeps her on the streets.

All right, I made a mistake. Morally, I can live with that.

Well, I'm telling you I can't.

(SINGING MUNCHKINLAND)

I was better than I thought.

Would you stop looking at yourself, Barnaby.

It's not what we're doing here.

Oh, wait. Rewind.

WOOD: Exactly what are we doing?

JIMMY: We can still prosecute her if we collect independent evidence.

Give me that.

Okay.

All right, there she is, Marcia Banks in her seat.

All right, fast forward to the Lollipop Guild.

Who took this tape?

Burt Rhodes, he's one of the flying monkeys.

All right, there it is. Freeze frame there.

She's still in her seat.

Well, that doesn't help us.

Well, maybe she did it earlier and it just took effect here.

Well, maybe it works on some sort of time release.

I hate to say this, but...

Even if you do find new evidence, we probably won't nail her.

Why? Why?

Because we'll never overcome the huge presumption against us.

The prosecution is completely tainted.

So it's just hopeless? Not totally.

See, if you could build an independent case,

or if you could at least convince her of the possibility,

then she might be willing to cut a deal.

Get her back in here.

Well, you're not gonna be able to bluff her again, Jimmy.

Not with Wambaugh at her side.

We'll see. Get her in here.

Kenny.

I got nothing to say to you.

Good, then maybe you could just shut up and listen.

Harold Lundstrom paid us $2,000. Hey, I don't do it often.

But sometimes...

Our show got canceled because of the murder coverage

and we were out the money...

You make me sick.

Yeah, I make myself sick.

I know we'll probably never cut another record,

but if we give up hoping, we're dead.

I've met you a thousand times, Melanie.

When I was a cop in Chicago, I met junkies and whores every day.

They all had excuses, but they all were what they were.

Hey, what's going on? How come your bus is here?

Oh, we're leaving town, honey.

But you have another show tonight.

She's done here, Kimberly.

They're moving on.

Why?

Why?

I got arrested for prostitution last night.

What?

Kenny and your dad, they're giving us a break,

letting us just leave town.

Did you do it?

I'm sorry.

Listen, I'll be looking for you on the charts someday, who knows.

Yeah.

You're gonna think whatever you want to think about me.

But you should also know this,

I fell for you.

The way you trip all over yourself when you try and talk.

Your honesty. I think I maybe even fell in love,

assuming that's possible.

I just want you to know that.

Okay, I got it.

No, no, no, no.

That kind of nicotine shot would have dropped him like a brick.

There is no time-release thing.

So she would have had to have been backstage?

Yep, there's no... Maybe a dart gun.

No, no. There was no dart gun.

Let me exhume the body. Maybe I could find...

No, no. Sit, sit. Medical examiners can exhume

if they want. Don't, please.

Marcia Banks is in Room B. She's got Wambaugh with her.

Excellent. I have questions. No, you're not going in there.

It's appropriate for medical examiners to question suspects!

If you want to hear it, you stay here!

Should I be bad cop again? No, it's my turn.

I'll take care of everything.

This constitutes gross harassment.

You can expect a civil suit to be filed.

I don't care about the civil matters here, Counsel.

There's a criminal investigation

and your client is still a suspect.

Jimmy, we can be cordial.

Keep your mouth shut until we've said what we've had to say.

When it comes time for your garbage, I'll squeeze your head.

That remark is actionable. But go ahead.

Tomorrow, Marcia, we are going to be issuing a warrant for your re-arrest.

I don't... Please, be quiet.

I don't want you to say anything today.

Just know that slowly, but very certainly,

we're going to be building a case against you

to guarantee your conviction.

If I have to spend every tax dollar

on pathologists, forensics, and DNA lab work,

I will do it. May I speak?

No. No.

Now, if you want to listen to this reptile who disgraces his profession

just by being alive. Libel. Proceed.

But if you don't cooperate, if you don't tell me the whole truth,

when I get you, and I will get you,

I'm gonna put you away forever.

So you think, lady.

You think real hard about how you're gonna play it.

I can be lenient, or I can expedite the end of your life.

Now may I speak? Go ahead.

Never in my 38 years...

Let's go, Marcia.

That's it? That's your speech?

I'm too upset. I pride myself on being a man of courtesy.

Marcia.

I'm gonna get you, Marcia.

If you never believed anything I said before, believe that.

This is a very sad day.

Oh, God. I'm sorry. I can never get used to this room.

Daddy's afraid to even come in here.

Yeah, well, you know how policemen get around video cameras.

Are you okay? Why shouldn't I be?

Well, I know how fond you are of Melanie Marino.

She's a slut. I shouldn't even care about her.

Yeah, you should.

Do you know what she did?

Well, heroes are never pure, sweetheart.

I'd hardly call Melanie a hero.

She had two hit parade songs, then tried to milk the fame for 20 years.

Well, maybe she spent those 20 years not giving up.

There's something to be said for that.

Well, I'm glad to see you can be such a forgiving step-mom.

If I ever come home pregnant with a crack-child of a drug-mutant,

I won't be afraid to face you.

Yeah, well, I'd kill you.

Look, honey, I'm not defending what Melanie did,

but you shouldn't let her faults blind you

to the stuff that made you admire her in the first place.

The thing is, Mom, I pay the price for all this.

How?

I really do want to be a singer, maybe even on Broadway.

And I know that scares you and Dad.

And when you see what happened to Melanie,

that probably makes you more afraid.

And I'll be the one who gets punished.

How do you figure?

You'll discourage me from wanting to be a singer

and you'll steer me someplace safe.

Melanie Marino turns out to be a hooker, I end up in law school.

Does that seem fair to you?

No. Exactly.

Well, I'm glad we could have this little talk.

Anytime.

All right, folks. Everybody back.

This can't be true. Tell me it's not true.

It's true.

Would you bring the gurney in, please? The M.E. wants it.

Let me get this out of here.

MAN: I'll take this side.

Oh, boy.

She's still in there clinging to a piece of china.

The bottom rack is wedged stuck.

Definitely Marcia?

Oh, yeah. Here's the note.

You're telling me she committed suicide

by climbing into her own dishwasher?

The thing works on an automatic timer.

All she had to do was climb in and shut the door.

A neighbor discovered her halfway through the rinse cycle.

Oh, boy. MAN: We almost got it.

"I can't face the consequences. It's time to say good-bye."

Found this needle in the washer, nicotine ampoule on the floor.

She probably gave herself an injection.

Why in the hell would she crawl in there?

We can slide her out. Easy now.

Here she comes.

Pretty ironic really.

You know, that she ended up with the dishes.

MAN: Watch it!

What a way to go. I mean, if you're gonna choose a home appliance.

Matthew.

Are you and Mom talking?

Of course.

Just not to each other.

Such a horrible thing. She was driven to it by the local police

who used Hitler tactics on this innocent victim.

WOMAN: She did confess to the crime.

She simply misunderstood the questioning,

which I will prove in our civil lawsuit

brought against the department.

What's this?

Marcia Banks' medical records.

You're giving me this?

Why? Two reasons.

First, privilege doesn't survive the patient.

Second, Marcia Banks wasn't even remotely suicidal.

We're the laughingstock. Listen to this.

"Certainly our Sheriff's Department

"cannot be expected to solve the crime

"with nothing more than a confession to go on."

Bastards.

You cared about her, didn't you? What?

Melanie. You cared about her.

Are you kidding?

She was Saturday night fun, that's all.

So, what? Maybe I liked her a little. Big deal.

Yeah, it is a big deal. It's not easy for you to fall, Kenny.

I think you should go after her.

Yeah, right.

They kissed, you know. Ginny!

They played last night in Windsor.

They're probably just boarding the bus right now.

You could catch up to them easy.

Let me tell you, Max.

That girl represents everything I ran away from

when I came to this town.

All I know is, the last couple of days, you seemed really happy.

It was nice to see.

Baby, baby, I have struck gold! Pay dirt!

What?

I went into her genitalia, just on a hunch.

Oh, Carter, I swear, I'm not gonna...

Semen! What?

This woman had sex before she went into that dishwasher.

I found semen along the inner vaginal wall.

What else? A little industrial detergent,

lemon-scented, but...

About the sex, what else can you tell?

Well, no bruising to suggest rape. And get this.

You said on the phone she wasn't having intercourse with Phil?

Not for seven years, according to Jill.

Well, she was having it with somebody.

I pulled a Norplant implant out of her left arm.

What? It's a birth control implant.

You stick it under the skin, it works for up to five years.

This one was put in there recently.

You want to know what I think? No.

The guy has intercourse, and then he kills her.

His prints and fluids are all over her, probably the needle, too.

So he jams her into the unit, hits heavy wash,

and hopes all the evidence gets rinsed away.

And it did, too, except for the semen inside.

I want a sample for DNA testing.

Absolutely.

Nicotine was the cause of death?

Yup.

Finally. Finally.

Finally what?

A birth control implant?

In her arm. You knew nothing about it?

No.

According to Marcia, the only thing she even cuddled up to was her china.

She made it very clear to me that she didn't even have a sex life.

Then she was lying to you.

She was using you, Jill.

What? Can I explain when I have more time?

We got to get going.

One more thing.

I just wanted to apologize for the Marcia Banks' records thing,

you know.

I wasn't thinking.

Oh, you were thinking, Jimmy.

That was the problem. You made a choice.

You decided that your job was more important than my job.

Look, I made a mistake. But you made a choice, too.

You told me for a fact that Mike Caton was innocent.

I didn't tell you how I knew.

You knew I'd figure it out.

You pointed me at Marcia Banks.

I tried to help you as well as an innocent man.

You took what I knew. You betrayed me with it.

So, don't just stand there and...

It's exactly the reason I'm standing here telling you I'm sorry.

(POLICE SIREN BLARING)

Can you send Melanie out, please?

Sure.

Melanie.

Did I break another law?

Look, Melanie, I ain't forgiving you for what you did totally.

But I...

I can't deny

that it's been a long time since I've felt anything for anybody,

like whatever it is I'm feeling for you.

Sort of.

Did you have that written down?

What I mean, Melanie, is that, even though I don't approve,

I like you.

And you and me, maybe if you stuck around Rome, you know.

A little... I can't, Kenny.

What I'm saying is we feel stuff for each other.

I know.

The problem is, I see myself through other people's eyes.

And through yours, no matter how much you feel,

I'll always see myself like I was the other night.

But I'm telling you I think I can forgive that.

Yeah. That's the difference between us.

I can't.

Don't, Melanie. Don't get on that bus.

You're quite a man, Officer Lacos.

You really are.

Good-bye.

This is crazy. Are you gonna arrest me every day?

No, this'll be the last time.

Sit.

You got to be kidding.

Marcia Banks has already confessed to...

You and Marcia Banks were lovers.

You planned the murder to make it look like a heart attack.

But when we began to suspect otherwise, you switched to Plan B,

Marcia confesses, throwing us off the track.

That's nuts. No, extremely clever.

Marcia confides in Jill, knowing her conscience could never sit still.

She'd never let an innocent man go to jail.

She'd have to tell Jimmy you were innocent.

And since a confession is patient-doctor privilege,

it can't be used against her.

You both go free.

It amazes me how you failed the bar four times, Mike.

You had the law down cold on this one.

The only thing I remember about law school is burden of proof.

And with Marcia's confession already on the books,

I know I've got reasonable doubt.

With Phil's murder maybe, but with Marcia, it was no suicide.

And you killed her, too.

We scared her and she was gonna crack, and that scared you.

So you shot her up with nicotine

and stuffed her in the dishwasher.

You're gonna have a lot of fun proving that.

Well, you helped us with that.

We found semen in her, DNA traced right back to you.

Okay.

Okay, I guess

it's over then.

Mike. Shut up!

Shut up! Drop your gun on the floor!

This isn't gonna work.

(GUN FIRING)

Drop your gun on the floor!

Okay.

I'm walking out of here.

You follow me, I'll kill her. You hear me, Brock?

I'll kill her. So you stay right where you are!

Mike... Shut up!

Drop it. I'll kill her. I'll kill you.

I'm having a bad day and I'm a good shot.

Drop it, now! Or she's dead!

Kenny! Now!

I'm gonna count to five, then I'll shoot. One.

Kenny! I'll kill her!

Two, five!

I'm lousy at math, good at guns.

Take a cuff there.

Does this mean I'm forgiven?

No.

You just get a grace period when you're shot at.

Good, they're even hugging. This will be easy.

If they're already hugging, then what's the point?

Just get in there, Matthew, you're on bass.

But I don't want any of that "ends justify means" crap.

What you did to me was wrong.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(KIDS SINGING BLUEBERRY HILL)

We got to get rid of those lunatics.

Yeah, but not while they're playing our song.

But right after. Immediately.

They're as good as gone.

* Where I found you

* The moon stood still

* On blueberry hill

* And lingered until

* My dreams came true

* The wind in the willow played

* Love's sweet melody