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Alan Shore!
Alan! Where is Alan Shore?
Alan Shore!
- Hold her right there! - The wedding gown.
Alan Shore!
Do you know Alan Shore? Alan? Oh, no.
Alan! Alan Shore!
Alan!
- Renatta... - Okay, I know this looks really bad,
but you have to believe me I didn't do it.
- Please don't leave. - Say nothing, Renatta.
This woman is represented by council. No interrogation. / Thank you, Alan.
- I'll meet you in lockup. Okay? - Okay. Okay, Alan.
All right? It will be all right.
You have the attorney. Remain silent.
Sir.
Renatta...
This is original even for you.
I brought you a change of clothes.
Ah, that's thoughtful.
Actually, they need the dress for evidence.
So...
tell me.
From the start.
Well, after you and I broke up, I went back to my apartment.
Skip ahead four or five years.
Javier and I met at the opera.
It was Strauss' 'Die Fledermaus'.
I was sitting in front of him, he started playing with my hair.
From there it was pretty much a straight line to the engagement.
Would you like me to look away?
No, if you have to sneeze or something.
We opted for a courthouse wedding 'cause...
well, who needs a big fuss? Besides I thought it was fitting.
You know how much I love the law.
We arrived.
Waited for a bit in the corridor with the other happy couples.
I believe they need everything.
The clerk showed us to a waiting room
where we get ready for a few minutes before the ceremony.
Then he left to take another couple to the judge's chambers.
We necked for a bit.
Then I began to feel weak.
This corset was cutting off my circulation. I...
I fainted.
When I came to, there he was lying in a pool of blood.
His own ice-tempered beveled edge stainless steel scissors sticking out of his chest.
- He was a wig maker. - Of course.
He takes scissors with him everywhere.
He was talking about giving me a trim before the ceremony.
He was always at me with those scissors.
You can see how bouncy my ends are.
I've pulled out the shears hoping to save him but...
nothing.
He was dead.
Renatta...
I have missed you.
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ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON ABC: 2007/03/20
A local attorney, many are now calling, the Bloody Bride was arrested today
on the charge of murdering her would-be husband.
Respected jurors were startled this morning
by the sight of Renatta Hill rushing past them,
her white gown covered in blood.
Bloody Bride, like that won't taint jury pool.
As I'm sure, you're aware Mr. Shore is representing Ms. Hill.
Please refrain from speaking to the press.
The firm will comment when appropriate.
If anybody needs me, I'll be on my cell.
And where are you going?
Rehab.
I said something bad about the Jews, I don't know what,
but Bethany has left me over it.
Anyway, I recognize that I have issues I need to examine within my soul.
I'm getting treatment. And with the help of family and friends
I shall make a full recovery.
Ms. Simms, there is a man here to see you and he's claiming that...
There she is.
- Where have you been? - Who are you?
My name is Jerome Harris and I'm your client. That's who I am.
No, please.
Here is the card she gave me.
Claire, this is your card.
Uh, sir, if I may ask what is your case about?
I was charged with stealing a cell phone.
Oops.
It got assigned to me when I was in court on something else.
I must have blocked it out. You can see why.
Lady, I'm a human being.
Mr. Harris, when is your trial?
- Today. - Today?
Whatever. Let's go.
You go and give me a continuance, right?
- Jerry... - It's Jerome.
You can't pay.
Why would I stretch it out when you can't pay?
Claire, perhaps you should get a continuance.
For a stolen cell phone?
Give me your jacket.
- What? - Just give it to me.
Put it on.
- Tie. - I'm not going to...
It's an emergency. Tie!
Come on, Jerry.
It's Jerome.
Renatta Hill on the charges of murder in the first degree,
- how do you plead? - Not guilty, your honor.
- Request bail. - Bail? Are you kidding?
This is my kidding face.
This is my mean-it face. Watch again.
Request bail.
You honor, she was caught fleeing the scene
covered in the victim's blood, brandishing the murder weapon.
Entirely circumstantial.
Further, as an attorney, Miss Hill is an officer of the court
and a responsible, reliable member of the community.
Can anyone attest to that?
Any associates at the current law firm?
No, sir. / Any associates at the previous law firm?
Myself. The defendant and I worked together at Cruthers & Abbott.
Your honor, that's the firm that Mr. Shore was fired from for embezzling.
Objection. Charges were never brought
and confidentiality agreement prevents me from talking about it further.
Can we get back to this case?
Any family members to vouch for her character,
friends, neighbors, college roommates?
Bail denied. Next.
I'm right behind you.
Just so you know, I didn't take that phone.
What do you mean you didn't take it?
You were arrested with it in your hand.
Yeah, but I didn't mean to take it, you know what I'm saying?
Uh, wait right here.
Warren, Claire Simms.
We actually met at the DA's Christmas party.
Yeah, I remember.
I asked you to dance.
You laughed.
I was involved.
Listen, I'm actually representing Jerome, um...
Harris on the stolen cell phone case.
How about we plead sufficient facts?
Three months suspended, call it a day.
Let him go?
Suspended sentence, that's not...
Do you think I'm a dope?
This is his fourth offense this year.
Warren, I could be wrong.
But it seems they've given you a very small case to cut your teeth on.
Now if you want to get the bigger trials,
you need to win the itty-bitty ones.
Especially the seemingly slam dunks.
But the thing is, you don't want to risk losing this.
Losing?
He was caught red-handed with the phone, making a call on it, by the way.
Warren... / And I don't like the way you use my first name, okay?
You and I are not familiar with one another.
You laughed when I asked you to dance.
And stop eating my lunch!
Will you at least agree to continue it until tomorrow?
I just got this file.
One day, that's it.
Back here at 9 A.M. Suit and tie.
Ho, ho, hold on. I'm not comfortable that you're trying to eyes,
- so you know what I'm saying? - 9 o'clock.
Renatta, your bloody dress, your possession of the murder weapon,
you being alone with the victim,
the absence of anyone to say anything good about you.
We're off to a bit of a somber start.
I know it's, it's too obvious, isn't it? I must be innocent.
Even without such a preponderance of evidence,
85% of all murder trials result in conviction.
And here we've got the added element, well...
- you are not innocent. - I am.
- Renatta. - Alan! I didn't kill him.
No idea who snuck into the waiting room.
I was passed out.
Well, if you didn't do it, who did?
I don't know.
He had an old girlfriend who was harassing him.
I don't even know her name.
And you think she snuck in while you were conveniently passed out?
Probably guessing the corset would put you out at least for a few minutes,
- and stabbed your fiance? - I don't know.
All I do know is I didn't murder Javier.
Any comment?
I'm sorry. I can not comment on this case.
But I can comment on other cases.
O.J. did it. Robert Blake did it.
John Mark Karr wishes he did it.
We have over two dozen eyewitnesses.
Did you develop any other suspects?
We canvased exhaustively, but no other suspects.
And when Miss Hill came out of the door, she was covered in the victim's blood.
And what did the stab wounds on the victim tell us about the killer?
The angle and the depth of the wounds tell us that
the killer was between 5'2" and 5'4" tall
and weighed approximately 115 to 120 pounds.
- Is Miss Hill this height and weight? - Yes, Miss Hill is.
- You said you canvased exhaustively. - Yes.
How about the 650 people who were called to jury duty that day?
We had no cause to focus on them.
Oh.
So did you focus on the couriers or food service people,
the dozens of homeless people who are there looking for a bathroom,
or really any members of the general public
who are perfectly entitled to enter the courthouse?
No. / So when you said you searched exhaustively,
it was just until you got tired.
- Objection. - Sustained.
And what about the crime scene?
Would you say it had been well secured
and it was utterly free from contamination at the time you got there to,
you know, evaluate blood trails, hair, fiber, fingerprints, etc.
A bloody bride ran out of the room, but looky lous...
had some contact with the scene.
So it was contaminated?
It was.
And as for the blood stained dress,
her fiance had scissors sticking out of his chest.
Her instinct was to remove the scissors
and grab him, shake him, anything to revive him.
Wouldn't that, in fact, get the blood on the dress?
So would stabbing him and then grabbing him, in fact.
The victim had three previous fiances,
he abandoned each of them before their vows. Did you know this?
None of them was placed at the scene.
Just so you know our thinking,
there was one person in that courthouse who knew him,
ran from the room drenched in his blood
clutching the murder weapon and asking for a defense attorney.
It seemed like a pretty solid lead.
What the...
It's the only suit I've got, okay?
Are you crazy?
This suit brings me luck, okay?
I got married in this suit.
You're divorced.
Well, I got lucky that day.
Let's just get in there, Jerome.
Rehab?
It's fantastic, Bethany.
They help clear up outstanding parking tickets,
assist with the travel plans.
You name it, everybody should do it. It's like going to A.A.
Only they let you drink.
Denny, you are not taking what you said seriously.
Bethany, it is not anti-semitic to question Israel's politics.
- Yes, it is. - Why?
Just forget it. I'm leaving.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait a minute!
Wait.
Bethany, if I sometimes come off as insensitive,
it's 'cause I got a lot to deal with.
I got the, uh...
mad cow. I date a midget.
I was in love with a midget's mother.
It's not easy being me.
Denny, I have fought my whole life to get respect.
- I respect you. - No, you do not.
You belittle my faith, you call me a midget.
Do you have the slightest idea how offensive that word is?
Midget? / Yes, I'm a little person, I'm not a midget.
You do not respect me, Denny.
It's a deal breaker.
I was in the corridor waiting to get married.
I watched her and the dead guy walk into the room.
I mean, he wasn't dead yet.
While they were in there, did you see anybody come in or go out?
Nope, no one.
When Renatta and her fiance went into that room,
was your wife with you?
She is not my wife yet.
The day threw a wrench in our plans.
Your whole life was about to change.
You were about to jump the broom as they say
and you weren't distracted at all.
Your eyes were clamped on that door the entire time?
Yep. / And yet you mentioned other wedding parties,
another groom nearby, delivery people, another sort of sorts,
would you call that clamped.
- Objection. - Sustained.
That bathroom door from behind which your future wife-to-be
was about to emerge and forever change your life undoubtedly for the better,
you never looked at that door?
Maybe for a second.
Mr. Nayman,
you were not looking at the door to the waiting room the entire time, were you?
Not the entire time, no.
And yet you said Mr. Palmer quite unequivocally
that nobody went in or out of that room.
Did Mr. Palmer tell you to be unequivocal?
- Objection. - Overruled.
Did Mr. Palmer tell you to be certain?
Well, he indicated it would be best.
I'm no bigot.
The truth is, growing up, I never differentiated anybody.
My family wasn't religious.
I never know whether this Abraham is Catholic or Jewish or...
People are people.
Denny, I believe you when you say you aren't a bigot.
But your insensitivity lies in the fact
that you fail to realize that bigotry is out there.
I know it's out there.
You say that religion or faith isn't important to you,
but it's important to others.
It's important to Bethany.
I was there waiting to get married.
There was 20 of us couples and, uh,
Torie had just went off to call her mom to tell her.
Were you in the hall when the defendant and victim went into the room?
Yeah, her and the Spanish guy had an pretty intense thing.
Do you recall any of the element of this exchange?
Yeah, some.
He had said something about things not working out
and she started to get really upset and, uh,
so she says to him really shrill.
She said, "you are jilting me?"
Alcohol, marijuana, speed,
mushrooms, LSD, cocaine, ecstasy.
Stop me when I name something you haven't done.
What about the night before your wedding day?
Any special festivities, bachelor party, pub crawl?
No, actually, me and Torie were at a Radio Head concert.
Did you make use of the aforementioned substances at the concert?
Um, I'm, I'm testifying,
so I have some sort of drug arrest immunity, right?
I'll take it as a yes.
From my experience,
any evening that begins with a Radio Head concert
has all the possibilities of turning into an all-night affair.
How much sleep did you get the night before your wedding day?
You can round up.
None.
So you had taken drugs, you hadn't slept.
I know what I know.
You don't forget that lady saying that
or the look on her face when she realizes she's being dumped.
You were hopped up on goofball, why should we believe what you say?
I'm a musician. An artist, then he...
I mean, when you witness something like that,
it gets burned into your brain.
I know what I heard. He dumped her.
May I ask, officer, how you were able to track the telephone to the defendant?
He kept using it making calls.
He was actually talking on it when we went to arrest him.
That's not true. I was checking my messages.
And officer, the defendant was found to have this stolen telephone
that marked and identified as People's exhibit C
in his possession at the time you apprehended him, right, officer?
Yes, sir.
- Right in his hand? - Yes, sir.
Thank you, officer. I have no further questions.
60 days, credit for time served, the rest suspended.
I'll have one drink with you.
You're inappropriate and your offer is rejected.
So you arrested my client for being in possession of stolen merchandise.
No, I arrested him for stealing the merchandise.
And how do you know he's the one who took it?
He told me.
He said it looked like his phone and he took it by mistake.
Do you know that not to be true?
I have phone records to show over 68 calls received by the stolen phone
after it was reported missing.
The ring on the phone was Beethoven's 5th Symphony.
His phone ring was the theme to Sponge Bob.
We can also prove he played the messages on the stolen phone's voicemail.
So at some point he had to know it wasn't his phone.
Okay. Thanks.
That's it?
What the hell was that? You barely touched him.
Just be quiet, Jerome.
Mr. Peters, anything else?
Prosecution rests, your honor.
Very well. Miss Simms?
Defense rests, judge.
- Rests? - Jerome...
Lady, I'm a human being.
Okay. Again with the human being defense.
I know what I'm doing. Can you just trust me?
Trust you? Trust you to do what?
How could you not tell me he was leaving you?
It's embarrassing. It's cliche.
- It's motive. - Oh, yeah, that.
So he was leaving you.
If you wanted to end things, why go to the waiting room?
If I could change his mind, Alan,
I thought if we had a moment together in private, everything might...
With motive they've got you, Renatta.
I shouldn't have to go to prison.
We might have to change our plea to not guilty by reason of temporary insanity.
We can say you were mentally undone by the surprise of the breakup.
It would mean a psychiatric facility instead of prison.
No.
Renatta, you're forcing me to put you on the stand.
No.
What aren't you telling me?
I didn't kill him.
He broke up with me but that had nothing to do with the murder.
Nada?
I didn't faint.
I didn't faint and I saw who killed him.
Who?
Renatta Hill.
The actual Renatta Hill.
Renatta Hill is a girl that I met
when we were both in law school together in Tulane.
I assumed her identity.
What do you mean you assumed her identity?
My name was Sarah...
Popeil.
Things had not been going well for me on various...
numerous assorted fronts.
And to top it off, I failed the bar.
Renatta had passed the bar. Her life was in order.
But while she was waiting for her test results,
she was in Alaska studying flora.
And she fell in love with a man.
The civilized world suddenly seemed pointless to her.
She decided to give up the rat race and the dirty, dirty law career
to start a life with this man and become, as she put it, real.
So I purchased her identity for $300,000.
She went off to Alaska,
I stopped being Sara Popeil
and started my fabulous life as Renatta Hill.
It gets better.
After 18 years, the real Renatta's Alaskan life went completely down the tubes,
Her romance, her overnight career, job, everything.
And she came back.
A few days before the wedding, she was unhinged,
unraveling, insisting that we 86 our arrangement,
but I paid for her life,
which is my life now.
And I said no.
The next morning, she followed me completely irrational,
obsessed with the fact that my life was going well, that hers wasn't,
that I was getting married with her name.
Then she snuck into the waiting room.
She was in her couriers uniform,
a delivery person in a corridor going in and out of the door on a busy day,
who would've noticed?
She attacked me, I struggled. She grabbed the shears,
I fought. That's how I got these cuts.
And Javier interceded and she stabbed him.
Zipped up the jacket, I left.
If this preposterous story was true,
And yes. / why didn't you just tell me at the start,
not halfway through your murder trial with the rest of your life at stake?
I guess that's just it.
I wanted to save my life, which is Renatta Hill.
I figure at least the real Renatta will be gone forever now.
You can't possibly expect me to believe all this.
Alan, you've always known when to believe me.
The name the other woman was living under
in Clark village, Alaska was Susan Gray would-be.
Apparently the town is tiny. So it shouldn't be difficult to verify. / Okay.
And anything and everything you can pick up on this one, Sarah Popeil with an "i".
Start in New Orleans,
check the registrar's office in Tulane, go from there.
As soon as possible, Clarence.
Okay.
You deliberately trying to lose and I know it.
- You want me in jail. - You finished?
No. I will get you.
When this is all over, I'll get you.
If you think getting me stuck in jail is gonna protect you, you're wrong.
Are you threatening me, Jerome?
Are you gonna add violent crime to your already impressive resume?
Okay, Mr. Peters, I'll hear from you.
May it please the court...
the, uh, the defendant, Jerome Harris was found with the stolen merchandise in his possession.
He never returned it.
More ever he had to know the cell phone wasn't his.
He had another person's emails.
He used the phone repeatedly for two days as the call logs indicated.
This man simply decided that he liked the phone and wanted to keep it for himself
in violation of Massachusetts general law chapter 132 subsection 3F,
as such I would submit that Mr. Harris be found guilty of larceny
pursuant to Massachusetts general law chapter 132 subsection 3F.
Miss Simms.
I can't really argue except one thing.
Intent is now meant as a crime.
Specifically there has to be concurrence between mind and act.
Which basically means,
that at the time Mr. Harris took the phone, he had to have the intent to steal it.
The prosecution has offered no evidence to establish that.
My client simply could've mistakenly taken the phone thinking it was his own,
then decided to keep it after realizing it wasn't his.
Well, he certainly had the requisite mental intent
to deprive another person of their property.
But not at the time of the taking, which is the prerequisite for concurrence.
Even if that were a correct statement under law,
It is. / he would still be guilty of possession of stolen property.
If only you thought to charge possession. You didn't.
And you can't now 'cause double jeopardy applies to the lesser included.
Your honor, he knew it wasn't his when he took it.
You didn't establish that, Mr. Peters.
And truth be told, you didn't even allege it.
Miss Simms is right.
You didn't prove concurrence between mind and act.
I have no choice but to enter a finding of not guilty.
Mr. Harris, you're free to go.
You got lucky this time.
Your story, as ridiculous as it is, actually checks out.
Sarah Popeil fell off the face of the Earth after leaving Tulane.
There was a Susan Gray living in Clark village, Alaska,
who fairly matches the description of both you and, uh...
Renatta Hill who attended Tulane.
So I guess the Renatta Hill I once had on a bench by the duck pond was...
Sarah Popeil.
So what do I do?
Well, it seems Susan Gray left Clark village about a year ago
and hasn't been heard from since.
I've struck out trying to track her whereabouts,
but even so, Renatta, um, Sarah.
It's Renatta now.
Telling your story means charges ranging from fraud
to practicing law without a license.
You'll be lucky to get out in three years.
Or the jury doesn't believe you and you'll get life.
Or they could believe you and still think you're the one who killed Javier.
Since we can't show the other Renatta even there.
Except for my word.
Which won't exactly ring with credibility.
So...
what do we do?
We know she's in Boston. It was recently.
Run a credit card, Susan Gray. Also run Renatta Hill for the homeless.
Here. John D. Pietri. He's the PI I use.
Tell him it's an emergency.
- And if we find her, then what? - Bring her to me.
Tell John not to worry about false imprisonment.
She's far from clean. Bring her to me fast.
I was having coffee this morning when my mother phoned.
She said good luck in court today.
I told her I would keep it in reserve
'cause today I don't need luck 'cause these are the facts.
Miss Hill had means, the razor sharp shears.
She had motive, her fiance had left her at the altar.
She had opportunity, there with him in the waiting room.
The eyewitness accounts, of the defendant with the murder weapon.
There were no witnesses who saw anyone else go in or out of that room.
There are stab wounds on the deceased
which show conclusively to be made by someone of Renatta Hill's
particular height and weight.
The number of people who saw Miss Hill
running through the courthouse in the bloody wedding gown are legion.
And just to give us a disturbing image
of what the encounter, what the victim's last moments alive must have been like,
there were cuts and bruises on miss Hill's hands indicating that he fought back.
Now, you don't need me to give you a big wrap-up to convince you to convict,
just like I didn't need my mother's luck.
But I thanked her
and I thank you.
116,000 people strolled the hallways of
the museum of modern art in New York city over the course of 47 days
to drink in the beauty and simplicity of Matisse's Le Bateau.
Clouds, water, a sailboat.
They all looked right at it.
And not one of those 116,000 people recognized
that it was hanging there upside down.
This must have the right way to look at it but it wasn't.
Now here the district attorney would be delighted
if not one of you questioned his version of the crime.
But part of your obligation as jurors is
to consider whether there is another way to look at this.
Would you want a woman deprived of her future husband
to spend the rest of her life in prison
if it was even the slightest chance that she may be innocent?
And there is that chance.
The prosecution could not establish beyond all reasonable doubt
that nobody else entered that room.
They admit the crime scene was contaminated.
We know this man had jilted three previous fiances.
Maybe it's possible one of them showed up
or maybe somebody completely different.
We've heard testimony there were a lot of people coming and going that day.
Perhaps an individual slipped unnoticed into the room,
perhaps dressed as a delivery person
amid the hustle and bustle of the corridor.
Everyone was distracted by their own concerns as we all are.
Maybe a woman, a brunette like Renatta, quite like Renatta,
perhaps this woman attacked Javier
with his own scissors which he grabbed from his bag.
Or perhaps it was someone from Renatta's past,
and it was Renatta she attacked in a jealous rage.
And Javier was stabbed in the process.
Perhaps Renatta was the intended victim.
Objection. He is arguing facts not in evidence.
There were no witnesses to this crime whatsoever.
That's a fact in evidence.
Then suppose there was another woman who did this.
Well, ladies and gentlemen, there is such a woman.
We have found her and we'll now produce her.
She is willing to walk through that door
if the district attorney agrees to show leniency by discussing a plea.
- I assume you're willing to do that. - What?
Can I tell this woman you're ameanable to a plea bargain?
Your honor, there is no such woman.
What's a harm in striking a deal?
I'm not going to deal with a mystery woman.
How can you not if you recognize she exist?
I do not. I just...
Have doubt. Reasonable doubt.
Objection. I object to counsel's entire summation.
- Mr. Shore. - Never mind.
Luckily for you, we have been able to compel this woman to come forward,
even in the absence of such a deal.
Clarence, please bring her in.
Okay. I was kidding. She is not coming through the door
- but she could have. - Your honor, this is a trick.
I saw that Judd Nelson movie. They also use that on Matlock.
Really? I think I saw it on Perry Mason.
It is an old and venerable illusion that has been used to great effect,
dating all the way back to the turn of the century.
And apparently it is still being used today to great amusement
by others such as Perry and Judd and...
- Matlock. - And me.
But regardless of the skill with which it is executed,
the success of the trick, like any great trick,
relies most of all on the audience participation.
On their predisposition to the possibility of it working.
The possibility that it could be true.
That possibility is why you, all of you, looked at the door.
The district attorney looked at the door.
Everyone looked at the door with curiosity and expectation and belief.
The belief that there is another woman.
That belief, that is reasonable doubt.
If you looked at the door,
that's reasonable doubt.
I believe you that you're not so much a bigot as...
- Bafoon? - No. Just...
Israel is a country about the size of New Jersey
surrounded by other countries who want to destroy it
because of its religious faith.
What it's like to live with that reality every day,
you simply cannot separate the history of persecution
and the threat of future persecution from its politics.
Israeli politics go to survival.
Can you get that?
Knock, knock.
If you're gonna borrow my cell phone, the answer is no.
I'm here to say thank you and to apologize for...
Threatening to kill me?
I did not threaten to kill you.
I just said I'd get you.
And by that I mean, you know,
disconnect your satellite dish or something.
Anyway, I'm sorry I doubted you.
And I really am grateful for.
Look, I know you don't think much of me.
Why should you?
I spent a big part of my life stealing things that don't belong to me.
But you have given me a chance to turn that around.
I'm going to.
I'm gonna go straight.
I swear.
And I have you to thank.
In case you wonder whether you ever made a difference in somebody's life,
you have.
What do you want?
How is that gum working for you?
I'm a smoker.
I've been trying to quit for years so I chew the gum.
- Then quit. - Sorry?
You said "I'm a smoker, I've been trying to quit for years."
I couldn't help but notice your demeanor in the courtroom during my big finish.
Something on your mind?
Perhaps it's your career flashing before your eyes.
Nice try.
She was witnessed fleeing the scene, covered in blood,
murder weapon in hand, no one else going in or out of the room.
So if you were to lose this as high profile as it is, that would be...
atrocious. Off the private practice for you.
Second degree murder is a gift.
The likelihood is they'll come in guilty.
You're probably right.
I suppose it's worth it to take the chance.
Specially with one's career on the line.
Involuntary manslaughter, three years.
You're insane. Straight manslaughter, 12 years.
We'll take it.
- What? - We'll take the 12.
Hold on.
I'll let you two discuss it.
What the hell are you doing?
You never would have made that offer unless you thought we could win.
You didn't look at the door.
Everyone in that courtroom had their eyes glued on the door except me.
'cause I knew that as much as I had tried and as much as I had hoped,
I couldn't find the real Renatta Hill.
But you, why didn't you look at the door?
You didn't look 'cause you did it.
'cause you killed him.
That's not even the funny part.
Remember the note Clarence brought me in the courtroom?
Well, the funny part is, if you follow the credit card receipts,
you see the real Renatta came to your door about a year ago.
She stayed up the block, she ate across the street.
She came to say she wanted her life back.
You said no, she said yes.
You said no, she said I'll tell.
And you, Renatta, Sarah,
psycho, you killed her.
- I can't... - Don't.
The only reason you aren't sprawled on the floor under a bailiff with handcuffs
is 'cause of attorney client privilege and frankly I don't need this that much.
I've done a lot of talking over the years.
I'm tired, I'm rich.
Take the 12 or I'll walk through that door
and I'll get disbarred and I'll push you away for life.
Double first degree.
It will be life until the end of your life.
- I'll take the 12. - Good.
How come you get all the good cases?
I'm left to stir up my own excitement.
As long as you still can.
You can learn something every day, my friend.
Even at the age of 73.
What specifically did you learn today?
People are complex. Even the little people.
They don't like to be called midgets, you know.
They're complex and very sensitive.
They can also fly beneath the radar.
Don't do that to me.
Tell me the truth.
Don't you think that Israel overreacted in Lebanon?
I do.
But I suppose one could also look at it
in the context of our measured response to 9/11
in which we invaded a country that had nothing to do with us.
You go again. You are such a communist.
You can cancel our sleepover. Were we having one?
No.
You know, Denny, I have a very close friend who is Jewish.
Congratulations, you want a medal?
I haven't finished.
She shared with me that Jews are perfectly happy to discuss among Jews
the idea that Israel may have been wrong.
They don't want to talk about it with non-Jews. / Why?
'cause Non-Jews can't comprehend the sense of persecution Bethany was talking about
and that comprehension is fundamental to any meaningful discussion of the subject.
So which saying is it's not my fault that I don't understand.
It's not your fault.
I feel better, thank you.
Sleepover?
Not tonight.
- Tease. - I'm not a tease.
You led me on. You're a tease.
Why can't we ever have an intimate conversation without it leading to a sleepover?
Forget about it. Just don't talk to me.
- Fine. - Fine.
I talk about a little personal growth, you spoil it.
- We weren't talking. - Fine.
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