Presumed Innocent (1990) - full transcript

Carolyn Polhemus, an up-and-comer in the Kindle County D.A.'s Office, is found viciously murdered in her home. Immediately her boss, D.A. Raymond Horgan and his chief deputy, Rusty Sabich start an investigation. Horgan, however, is in the middle of a campaign to keep his job, which he ultimately loses to former subordinate Nico Della Guardia. Della Guardia and his new deputy, Tommy Molto, decide to prosecute Sabich for Carolyn's murder when it is revealed that Sabich was a former lover of Polhemus. Horgan also turns against his former subordinate, and Rusty soon realizes he has few friends left - except for Sandy Stern, whom he has often faced on the other side of the courtroom, and who will become his new defense lawyer when he is put on trial for murder. Investigation by Stern and his team leads them to think that Rusty was framed for murder - by Molto, who wanted Sabich's job and was trying to punish him for backing Horgan. Is Rusty Sabich innocent...or is he a murderer?

I am a prosecutor.

I'm a part of the

business of accusing...

judging...

and punishing.

I explore the evidence

of a crime...

and determine who is charged...

who is brought to this room...

to be tried before his peers.

I present my evidence

to the jury...

and they deliberate upon it.

They must determine

what really happened.

If they cannot...

we won't know if the

accused deserves

to be freed or to be punished.

If they cannot find the truth...

what is our hope of justice?

Where's Nat?

Burying a goldfish.

That he forgot to feed. Kid's

got to learn responsibility.

He's nine.

When you were nine, you fed

the animals on the block...

and made dinner, did

everyone's homework...

and, in your spare time,

you practised law.

I didn't practise law

until I was ten.

Listen to this.

"In their first face-to-face

debate, Nico Della Guardia...

"appeared to throw Raymond

Horgan off stride...

"with an opening swipe at the

prosecuting attorney's...

"twelve-year tenure

as an uninterrupted

"retreat from reality...

"and slow-motion

surrender to thugs,

"punks and hand-wringing

liberals."

The guy's unbelievable.

I'm finally starting

to get used to

that rug on Della Guardia's head.

Don't eat standing up. Sit down.

Food goes down easier. It

has the help of gravity.

Oh, God.

Yet another lawyer.

I won't be home till late.

I got a game after school.

Like his father, he doesn't

come home till he has to.

If Raymond loses this election,

I could be home a lot.

Rick, I looked this

over last night.

Top count, max.

It's a first offence.

No plea to anything but

the A-1 felony. Period.

On all of them?

All of them.

And no promises on the sentence.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

This is for you.

Someone put it under

the door last night.

I found it when I came in.

Mr Big Cheese wants

to see you now.

I'll be right along.

He said "now," now.

What's wrong?

Carolyn Polhemus was

murdered last night.

Her cleaning lady found

the body this morning.

Some creep got into her

place and strangled her.

It looks like she was

raped. He tied her up.

He beat her with some

instrument and strangled her.

No weapon. No sign

of forced entry.

Unless you want me here, I'm

supposed to meet the coroner.

That's all right. Go

on, get out of here.

I can hear Della Guardia now.

"If Raymond Horgan

can't protect his own

attorneys, how can he

protect citizens?"

Tommy Molto's secretary said

he wasn't coming in today.

Some fucking Acting

Head of Homicide

he turned out to be,

the little creep.

I should have fired him

when we fired Nico.

If I had balls, I'd do it now.

I want you to handle

this case personally.

I will assign it to somebody.

Who will you assign

it to? Homicide?

Tommy Molto? For Christ's sake.

Della Guardia would

love that. Molto

would tip him off on everything.

They're so close you

can see Molto's

nose sticking out of

Nico's bellybutton.

Listen to me.

What a waste.

Beautiful, sexy gal.

Hell of a lawyer.

That's her ending.

That's her Au revoir.

The first thing we got

to think about...

is what the public thinks in

the middle of an election.

Take charge of this

one for me, okay?

If you care about my health.

You're the only around

here I can trust.

Greer's a good

investigator, but I'd

prefer someone I'm

used to working with.

Lipranzer.

Whatever you want.

Just catch me a bad guy.

So, I'm here.

What the hell was she

doing with a B file?

Bribery of elected officials. The

case number is on her computer.

But the case itself isn't among

the papers in her files.

Why? Did she take it home? What?

Maybe it was taken?

Check the apartment.

What do you got here?

Bunch of pictures of a dead lady.

- No weapon found, yet?

- Nada.

It's a weird one.

She was strangled by the ropes

but by the way he tied her...

It's like he put himself

between her legs and pumped...

so they tightened up like he was

trying to let his

weight strangle her.

Like he was trying to

fuck her to death.

Look at the next one.

Check the computer

for sex offenders

and cross match on

Carolyn's name...

or this business with the ropes.

Find out which of the creeps

she put away is out on parole.

I never did understand

why you put her in

charge of rape and

all that sicko shit.

She wanted it. And she was good.

Yeah, too good, maybe.

I'm not grabbing this, yet.

You worked with this broad.

She wouldn't leave her fucking

door and windows wide open.

She was drinking with

him. She gave him a

glass of beer, like

she was entertaining.

- Fingerprints on the glass?

- Yeah.

Greer sent it down to the lab.

You mean somebody she

let in opened the

windows so it looked

like a break-in?

She wasn't going to let some sex

maniac she sent to

jail in for a beer.

On the other hand,

we're talking Carolyn.

Mac...

Tell me what Carolyn Polhemus

was doing with a bribery file.

I had no idea Carolyn

was interested

in crimes above the waist.

It's on her computer, but not

on mine or the department's.

That makes no sense.

Why don't you ask Raymond?

Ready for something else?

Molto's left.

His secretary came back from lunch

and found his desk cleaned out.

Exercise?

Masturbation.

The refuge of the

lonely housewife.

Missed the 8:35. I tried to

call, but you weren't here.

Nat had dinner at Josh's, and

I was at the university.

I tried to get in a little

extra time on the mainframe.

Get anything done?

Who am I kidding?

Still working on my dissertation

at my age. It's ridiculous.

You were the best

mathematician in your class.

Second best just made

full professor at MIT.

All I've made are beds.

And now, the Channel

Six local news.

Carolyn Polhemus,

assistant prosecuting

attorney in Raymond

Horgan's office...

was found brutally murdered

in her Southside apartment.

Police are about to

release a statement

about the circumstances

of her death...

You hear?

Eugenia was thrilled to be

messenger of bad tidings.

Yeah, I'll bet.

From top to bottom we are

riddled with cruelty.

We must expose and punish it...

especially when inflicted upon

the impotent and the ignored.

You sound like a woman

with a mission.

I am.

The murder of Ms Polhemus...

You have a suspect?

We have diddly-shit.

So Dan Lipranzer and

Rusty Sabich will

work night and day

for two weeks...

to catch Raymond a killer.

That's the strategy.

You're in charge of

this investigation?

Raymond insisted I take it on.

With 150 lawyers, they

couldn't find one

who didn't fuck her

to put in charge?

Did you tell Raymond?

This is a conflict of interest.

Is that professional?

Barbara, I'm Raymond's

chief deputy.

You are so predictable.

It's your way of reliving

the whole thing.

She's dead and you're

still obsessing.

Rusty.

Nico.

She was just...

- Splendid.

- That's it. Very good.

Raymond's pressing hard

on that case, I imagine.

Raymond presses hard

on every case, Nico.

You know who would've

been hard to beat? You.

You would've been

tough. Very tough.

You are really something.

Where's Tommy Molto?

Molto?

I thought he'd come to the funeral

of his favourite colleague.

You must really have

him scrambling.

Judge.

Who's that with Raymond?

I'm told that's her ex-husband.

I didn't know she had one.

Teaches college some place.

Carolyn Polhemus worked for me.

I hired her...

over the objections of...

many of our prosecutors who felt

she just didn't have the stuff.

I see those prosecutors

here today...

along with the

judges she defied...

and the defence

attorneys she defeated.

Why are they all here?

They're here because Carolyn

Polhemus stood for something.

She stood for justice.

The Prosecutor's Office,

under my leadership...

has a conviction rate

of over 91 percent.

Mr Della Guardia, or...

as he is known to those of us who

have had to work

with him, "Delay"...

There's food here for 100 people.

A lot of no-shows.

They smell a loser.

Good speech.

What the hell is

happening with Carolyn?

Everything's in the works.

I reassigned her cases,

and this afternoon

I got to deal with Molto's stuff.

What's with this

reassignment shit?

Goddamn it, Rusty.

I told you to give this

investigation top priority.

Nico is eating me alive with this

thing. The election

is in ten days.

If you don't find Carolyn's

killer, we are both history.

Turn all of that administrative

bullshit to Mac.

Mac has more than she can handle.

And let me remind you, we

lost two key PA's in one day.

You only have time

for the election.

I've got to run the office.

Fuck the office. Don't you

see what's happening?

If you don't find me a killer,

there is no fucking office.

I want you right on top of

Carolyn's case, understand?

Run out every ground

ball and do it

in an orderly goddamned fashion.

Start acting like a

fucking professional.

The campaign is a total disaster.

Haven't taken a poll in two weeks.

We don't know where

the hell we are.

You're ten minutes late for the

bar meeting on criminal procedure.

Call them and tell

them I'm on my way.

Did you assign a bribery

case to Carolyn?

There's a file missing.

Loretta, find my driver. Tell

him to be ready to leave.

She had a case on her computer

we can't account for.

It was logged in as a B file.

Nobody knows where it came from.

Nobody knows where it went.

Where the hell is my speech?

It was right here on my desk.

Cody has it.

You're giving me a runaround.

Cody, pull the car around.

I'll meet you down in front.

Give me a straight

answer, will you, Boss?

There's the B file, Tiger.

Read it, and we'll talk.

"Dear Mr Horgan.

"This is about a

deputy prosecuting

"attorney who is taking bribes.

"Five years ago, a person I'll

call 'Noel' got arrested.

"I gave him $1,500 to

pay somebody off.

"We went out to North Branch.

"A secretary who seemed

to know Noel,

"took him into the

PA's office, where a

"man he could not see

talked behind him.

"Ten days later,

Noel went to court

"and a lawyer from

the PA's office...

"told the judge that the

case was dismissed.

"I can't remember the lawyer's

name. I hope you get him.

"I hope you get Noel,

too. He has let me down."

- Unsigned.

- Unsigned.

Five years ago.

That guy must write real slow.

"Noel equals Leon."

This is Carolyn's handwriting.

Looks like she went to North

Branch to see Kenneally.

You'll love what I

got from Painless.

There's this guy's semen

inside her vagina...

but there's nothing outside.

Painless figures she didn't spend

much time on her feet after sex.

He says, normally, he'd see

the guy's little thingies...

swimming upstream

in the womb, when

he looked under the microscope.

Instead, this guy's was all dead.

Nothing went nowhere.

So Painless figures he's sterile.

He's got blood type A.

My very own.

I thought of that.

But you got a kid.

Anything from hair or fibre?

No hair or skin fragments

under her nails.

Carolyn would've fought back.

Maybe she was playing sex

games with the wrong guy.

The rope is K-Mart, Sears,

Walgreen's. You name it.

They found carpet fibres from

some other location. Zorak V.

It's only the biggest seller.

You call the Fingerprint

Lab on the bar glass?

Oh, I forgot.

You are a class-A

fuck-up, you know?

They ain't going to

expedite it for me.

I got the phone company

printout on her apartment.

I notice that one

of the numbers that

comes up is yours a

number of times.

At the office. We were

working cases together.

No, she's calling your home.

She never called me at home.

I made these calls...

to Barbara from

Carolyn's apartment.

"Late again, kid.

"This trial's a bitch. I'll

catch dinner in town."

I'd just as soon you'd let it go.

If Barbara sees a phone company

subpoena, now, she'll bust a gut.

Under the circumstances,

if you don't mind...

I'd appreciate it.

I gave Barbara...

enough pain.

Polhemus was bad news.

Know what they're calling you

and your partner downtown?

Spare me.

"Mission Impossible."

Guerasch, bring that

shit in my office.

So you're figuring

what? The guy she

was having cocktails with did her?

I figure it was somebody who knew

what he wanted it to look like.

Cop. PA. A private dick.

Remember that lady PA who

was here four months ago?

Yeah, nice set of lungs.

This kid's gonna make a copper.

Never forgets a bra size.

He wants to know what

she was looking for.

She was looking for someone

by the name of Noel.

It took me a week

to find this crap.

Five years back, they

booked 150 a day then.

Public indecency.

They were cleaning

out the faggots.

Back when Raymond got some

balls for a day and a half.

- She find anything?

- I don't know.

When I gave these files to

her, they were in nice order.

The bitch just trashed them.

She never gave a shit about

anybody else's work.

One's completely missing. Look.

See right here? It skips a number.

Tommy Molto been looking at these?

What does Molto have

to do with this?

Would there still be a

court file on this case?

That far back, it'd have to be

in storage on microfilm by now.

You don't want to say what

this is about, maybe?

Gee, Lionel, I can't.

She used to ask about

you, you know.

Five, six years ago

when she worked

out here as a probation officer.

Five years ago I didn't know her.

Sure you did.

The night you brought

the Night Saints in.

You were hot stuff. A

regular fucking hero.

Breaking the meanest guy

this side of Watts.

There was a lot of talk you'd

end up in Horgan's job.

She wanted to know

what you were like.

I told her you didn't fuck around.

Dad, look who's here.

- How are you?

- Good. Mum's in a good mood.

How'd you know I'd

be on this ferry?

Took a chance.

How was your day?

Well, I figured out today,

it's ten years this week...

that I'm working on

my dissertation.

I thought we'd celebrate.

Going to take us to dinner?

Why don't you just give

up on that dissertation?

It makes you miserable.

Your mum's not a giver-upper.

Maybe that's her problem.

I sure wouldn't do

maths unless I had to.

You got my genes in

the maths department.

If not for your mum, I'd

still be taking algebra.

I had to be good at something.

You were good at everything.

School.

Did you ever cheat?

Like borrow someone

else's homework?

Copy it and pretend it was mine?

Why do I have the feeling that

question has some

personal relevance?

I didn't say I did.

It's all right, kid.

It's good to see you guys happy.

Pretty.

It's new.

It's very pretty.

Mr Polhemus? I'm Rusty Sabich.

Seems so strange to be talking

about her after all these years.

You hadn't had much

contact with her, then?

None since she left.

What about her family?

I have no idea where

she came from.

She lied her way

into the university.

Made up some kind of background.

She was very good

at playing roles.

When she left me,

I lost all pride.

I begged her not to leave.

The last time she looked at

me, it was with disgust.

Disgust that somebody she'd

looked up to could be so weak.

At that moment, I had the most

desperate wish that she were dead.

Maybe she made a

man feel like that

who actually acted on his fantasy.

Would you like to see what she

looked like at that time?

Yes, I would.

They were taken at about

the time we were married.

This isn't just work?

No.

On the Polhemus thing,

what the fuck is

happening to the

fingerprints report?

Don't give me that

computer crap. You

know I don't understand that shit.

They want to know how big a

field you want it run against?

We could do convicted felons...

anybody ever fingerprinted,

county employees, etc.

Just do felons. We'll do

the rest if we need them.

Do them all. I may

never get back on.

Do everybody. How soon?

What the fuck takes a week?

The man has the biggest

murder case in the city...

and he has to kiss your ring?

I know. I know.

We don't have jurisdiction

over the computer.

- A week. Probably ten days.

- I need them yesterday.

I'll push, but I don't think

you'll see them any sooner.

Have your copper

get the glass back

from Evidence and

down to the lab...

in case they need it for anything.

Ah, Mr Sabich.

Real important stuff.

We got the chief deputy with us.

Lipranzer and I were

wondering, on your report...

are you indicating

the guy bashed her

after she was strangled

by the ropes?

Read the fucking report.

This report?

No, not that report. My

report. The autopsy.

See anything with bruises

on the wrists...

bruises on the ankles,

bruises on the knees?

Are you saying she was

raped and then tied up?

Tied up last, yeah.

She already died from

multiple head injuries.

Rape? Now I'm thinking...

No.

Why?

Read the fucking report.

- This report?

- No.

This report? The chemist's report?

Yeah, the chemist's report.

She had a two percent solution

of nonoxynol-9 in her vagina.

A spermicide used

with a diaphragm.

That's why his sperms were dead.

Diaphragm? You missed a

diaphragm in the autopsy?

No. You've been to autopsies.

You slice her wide open.

No diaphragm in that lady.

What happened to it?

Somebody took it.

I think it's a set-up.

This man...

is her lover. He comes

over. They have drinks.

This lady has intercourse

with him. Real nice. Okay?

But he's an angry guy. Picks

up something, kills her.

Tries to make it look like rape.

Ties her up.

Pulls out the diaphragm.

That's what I think.

What does Tommy Molto think?

You got his phone

number right there.

Want to jot it down

in case you need it?

Next time you talk to him...

tell him to call me

so I can find out...

what's going on in my own

fucking investigation.

Painless...

you tell Molto, and

you tell Nico, too...

that this is cheap,

cheap politics.

Cheap Police Department bullshit.

God better help them

and help you, too.

I can't make a case for tampering.

Our poll shows Della

Guardia's leading

Horgan by four percent.

Eight days left.

At least it's made somebody happy.

I don't want to see

you out of here.

Come on, pal. We're old news.

I'd miss you. Who

else here can talk

morality and ethics

and not break me up?

Voters smell an

exhausted man who's

lost sight of all the

important issues.

Issues? Bullshit.

The only issue is Raymond Horgan

has respect for the law...

and Nico Della Guardia

will fuck the

law for politics.

That's the issue.

Rusty...

have you ever been

to an Irish wake?

Come on over and pull up a glass.

Know what Della Guardia

is going to find out?

You run for office because...

you think you can make people

do things, make things better.

But you can't.

Nobody can.

You get a few

potholes filled, keep

the lid on the best way you can.

But in the end...

All you can do is try to

hang on to the fucking job.

I never used to drink

when I started here.

Then, you still believed you

could make a difference.

Funny, part of me still does.

A guy as tough as you are...

you're still hanging on to

the shreds of your ideals.

The shreds are all I got.

You're a good man, Rusty.

God bless you.

So, tell me, who's our bad guy?

It could be a boyfriend.

Some guy she picked up.

Whoever it is knew

enough about her

to know what to make it look like.

Could be a law-enforcement type.

Jesus.

One of us.

You and Carolyn have a thing?

Don't beat around the bush. Just

come right out and

ask the question.

I'll say that the decedent and I

were both single and both adults.

I had a thing with her.

She thought like everybody

else thought...

that I wasn't going to run again.

That I could just hand the

mantle over to anyone I chose,

so why not a broad?

Why not her?

One more question?

I gave her the B file because

she asked me for it.

Because I was fucking her.

Stupid, huh?

She went over to Northside,

shovelled through the records.

There wasn't anything there.

At least that's what she told me.

What are you going to do now?

Once the party's over?

I don't know.

I got an idea.

Suppose we try to get

you on the bench.

I should still have enough clout

to pull that off. What do you say?

Why don't we just see

what the future holds.

Would that have satisfied her?

What's that?

A judgeship.

I wonder if a judgeship would've

satisfied Carolyn Polhemus.

Rusty.

Come say hello to Carolyn

Polhemus. Have you met?

I've seen Rusty.

I want to bring Carolyn on board

as a prosecuting attorney.

She's been working

probation, Northside,

and she just passed her bar exam.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

She comes very highly recommended.

Why don't we see if we can

find a nice place for her.

I'd like the Index Division.

That's not a job,

it's a jail sentence.

Rape, sex crimes,

child molestation.

We can do better than that.

It's hard to get a

conviction on a rape.

It's a dead-end for

someone ambitious.

So you get the worst attorneys

trying the hardest cases?

Listen to this. We got another

idealist in the office.

He's five years old.

The doctors found 23 healed

fractures from old wounds.

Victim of his own beloved mother.

I need your help.

Your wife called.

Why don't you fire her?

Civil service. They're

here forever.

Why don't you give

this to Nancy. You

haven't had experience with kids.

Nancy's not available.

And, besides, I'd like

to try this case myself.

With your help.

Outline it for me.

About a month ago,

the mother brought him into the

West End Pavilion Hospital.

The boy was unconscious

from severe head injuries.

She said he fell.

The doctor says,

the head wounds were

too symmetrical

to be the result of a fall.

He told me...

he was treating a

child whose mother

had crushed his head in a vice.

We have any proof it was the

mother? You got the vice?

Just the testimony of the child.

When he sees the mother in the

courtroom, he'll

recant. An iffy case.

I've examined him

several times and...

I think he's begun to trust me.

Look, how many child abuse cases

does this office handle in a year?

Over a thousand.

Every one of them terrible.

Every one of them heartbreaking.

But I can't stop everything

else to take care of one case.

You're going to have to get

somebody else to help you.

You don't like me, do you?

I think you've turned out to

be a damn good prosecutor.

You're angry I didn't

have to go through

the channels like everyone else.

Clearly, you're not

like everyone else.

You think I got this job because I

fucked some fat-cat

friend of Raymond's.

Look, it's late.

Come on, I'll drive

you to your ferry.

This is not the way to the ferry.

I want you to meet somebody.

Wendell, this is Rusty Sabich.

He's a very important

man in our office.

He's going to help me

when we go to court.

Remember what I told

you about court?

Yeah.

Now, tell me.

There's a judge and

some nice people.

They're called a jury.

And you're gonna ask me questions.

About what?

About what happened.

When?

When I got hurt.

What else did I tell you?

You said that if I

told what Mummy did,

the judge and the nice

people will protect me...

and Mummy wouldn't

hurt me any more.

Do you think you can do that?

Answer my questions in court?

And tell what Mummy did to you?

I think you can.

Mummy will be there.

She can't hurt you. She

can't even talk to you.

You'll be completely safe.

You promise?

I promise.

His father got to him last night.

Told him God would put him in hell

if he testified

against his mother.

He's terrified.

If you're not ready, we'll ask the

judge for a couple more days.

No.

We've got to do it now or

we'll lose him for good.

Your mummy took you to the

hospital because you were hurt.

What part of you was hurt?

My head.

How was it hurt?

Wendell, how did you

hurt your head?

I don't remember.

Have you ever seen this?

Yes.

Where?

- In the cellar.

- At home?

Yes.

Did somebody put

your head inside it?

Wendell?

What did you say when somebody

put your head in the vice?

You told me you screamed when

your head was put in the vice.

Remember?

You told me.

"I promise...

"I'll be a good boy.

"I'll be a good boy."

Did somebody answer?

Mummy.

Mummy said I was a bad boy

and I deserved to die.

And then what did Mummy do?

She made it tighter and tighter.

On your head?

She hurt my head. My

mummy hurt my head.

No further questions, Your Honour.

The doctors have told us...

that the wounds...

that Wendell suffered could

not have come from a fall,

as the defence would

have you believe.

The police told us they found a

vice at the home of the defendant.

Medical experts have testified...

that the size and the shape

of the jaws of that vice,

exactly match the

size and the shape of

the wounds to the

little boy's head.

And this evidence is clear...

and uncontested.

But the most compelling

evidence in this trial...

comes not from doctors,

or police officers...

or other expert witnesses.

The most damning testimony...

comes from an abused and

frightened child...

who overcame his

fear and his pain...

to tell you, in his own words...

what really happened.

If you're to remember nothing else

as you begin your deliberations...

remember Wendell's words...

"My mummy hurt my head."

"My mummy hurt my head."

"My mummy hurt my head."

Congratulations.

It's gonna be so good.

You're still in love with her.

It was never love.

What was it, then?

It was never love.

What did she have to

make you feel so much?

Ladies and gentlemen,

Raymond Horgan.

Thank you. Thank you.

I wanted to come down

and say a few words...

before I call Mr Della Guardia and

congratulate him on his victory.

No, no, no. Come on.

Of all the wonderful things that

have happened to me in 12 years...

the best has been...

knowing and working

with all of you.

Wait till you hear what's

going down. It's strange.

Someone's fucked up over at

the Hall. It's way wrong.

- Why?

- I get a message.

I'm supposed to be in the chief's

office 8:00 tomorrow

to be interviewed.

By Molto.

No discussion. Interview.

It's like they're after me, right?

Another thing. When I

came back tonight...

they took all the receipts of the

evidence I inventoried

on Polhemus.

No questions asked.

Sounds like you're off the case.

Sure. Fine, but figure this in.

I'm at the North Branch before

5:00, going through the microfilm.

All of this hits by 6:00, 6:30.

Look what I picked up

while I was out there.

The case number matches

the complaint number...

that was missing when

you saw Kenneally.

Five years ago. Bingo.

And look who's listed as

Leon's probation officer.

"Carolyn Polhemus."

Wait. Here's the best.

Who do you think was the

deputy handling the case?

Tommy Molto.

You keep this because I don't know

what the fuck is

happening with me.

Tommy Molto.

Tommy Molto once worked here,

but we think he might be dead.

Raymond's inside.

We've been waiting for you.

Rusty.

Molto and Delay...

have questions about the

Polhemus investigation.

This should not be

handled this way.

You should speak with Rusty alone.

What's this about?

You were at Carolyn's apartment

the night she was killed.

Bullshit.

What was it, a Tuesday night?

Barbara was at the university.

I was babysitting.

Keep your fucking mouth shut.

We got the fingerprint results...

the ones that you could

never remember to ask for.

They're your prints all

over the bar glass.

Yours, Rozat K. Sabich.

Five feet from where the

woman was found dead.

Or maybe you didn't remember that

all county employees get printed.

This is absurd.

The phone records you told

Lipranzer not to get?

We had the phone company

pull them this morning.

You were calling her all month.

There's a call from your

house to hers that night.

My God, you're serious.

Tommy, for Christ's sake.

Sabich.

I want you to know

one thing. I know.

Sure you do.

Go ahead, play cool. I know.

You killed her. You're the guy.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, you're right.

You're always right.

They think I killed her.

They're going to charge me.

Don't be seen with me, man.

They'll fucking bury you.

I'm sorry. I didn't

mean to scare you.

Are you sick?

Nico and Molto are charging

me with Carolyn's murder.

They found my fingerprints on a

glass of beer in her apartment.

What does this mean?

Grand jury investigation.

They will or they won't indict me.

If they do, there'll be a trial.

It's not going to go that far.

I'm going to need a lawyer.

A very, very good lawyer.

Expensive lawyer.

It could break us financially.

We can mortgage the house.

Or sell it if we have to.

What time does Nat get home?

Nat?

Oh, Rusty.

A lot of people think Raymond

shouldn't run again.

If he agrees to step

aside, the party will

let him decide who

will take his place.

They know he won't

hand it all to Nico.

That's for sure.

Who would he choose?

Somebody from the office.

Carry on his traditions.

You?

Mac, maybe.

She'd make a great candidate,

in that wheelchair.

That chair is not very telegenic.

I think he'd pick you.

You're the natural.

Rusty...

if you let him know you

want it, it'll be you.

I should just tell

Raymond his time is up?

- You could be tactful.

- No.

Why not?

I'm not going to bite that hand.

If Raymond wants out,

that's up to him.

He's still the best candidate

around, against Della Guardia.

Without Raymond, Nico

doesn't have an issue.

Pull the party's

people and Raymond's

people together behind

somebody else...

that person would walk

into the PA's office.

It wouldn't be close.

You've thought a lot about this.

He just needs a push.

Push him yourself. It's not in me.

What?

Were you all set on

being chief deputy?

Carolyn...

if I can get away tonight

shall I get some take-out?

I like you, Rusty, but

I think it's over.

It's just not right for

me now. It's over.

I don't accept that.

You don't accept it?

Do I have a say?

I don't want us to end up enemies.

Mac said it was all right.

Have it your way.

Someone's in my office.

What is it, Rusty?

I wanted to talk about this

rapist you habitualised.

There's some problems.

I'm late for an appointment.

I would appreciate it if you

could put it in a memo.

You keep avoiding me.

You communicate through memos. You

skip meetings I'm

supposed to go to.

It's affecting work.

My work?

My work.

I tried to make it easier for you.

You make me feel uncomfortable.

I just want to be with you.

Can't we just talk about it?

I'm involved with someone else.

Since when?

What is it you want from me?

What do I have to do?

Grow up.

Rozat K. Sabich?

Rusty, I don't like to be here.

A search warrant for

these premises.

Come on in.

They're taking swatches

from your suits.

They'll try to match threads from

my clothing and the carpet...

with fibres they might

find at her apartment.

They're not looking

for a murder weapon?

I wouldn't be stupid

enough to bring it home.

If they look for it

and don't find it,

they'll have to admit

that in court.

I'll have to give a blood sample.

If you refuse?

They've got a warrant.

It's all routine.

I'm going to ask Sandy

Stern to take my case.

Hi, Sandy.

I realise you would like to avoid

public places at a

time like this...

but I don't think it is wise

for you to go into hiding.

I'm flattered that you want me

to represent you in this case.

You have been my

toughest adversary.

Did you get my subpoena

from the grand jury?

This morning. Clearly, we

will not let you testify.

Sandy, you expect me to

take the Fifth Amendment?

Of course.

That I cannot do.

You don't want to

prepare the prosecutor

by giving him pretrial statements.

Sandy, I don't think this case

is ever going to go to trial.

If I take the Fifth and refuse to

testify before the grand jury...

it could destroy my reputation.

The results of the blood

tests have come back.

They have identified

you as someone

who secretes A-type antibodies...

just like the man who had

last been with Ms Polhemus.

Chances of this being a

coincidence are one in ten.

So, I believe you will be charged

and that you will go to trial.

Have you anything to

tell this grand jury

about the death of

Carolyn Polhemus?

On the advice of counsel,

I decline to answer.

Wouldn't it be fair

to say you were

rather well acquainted

with Ms Polhemus?

On the advice of counsel,

I decline to answer.

Weren't you, in fact,

intimate with the lady?

On the advice of counsel,

I decline to answer.

You are under arrest. "You have

the right to remain silent.

"Anything you say can and

will be used against you.

"You have the right to have a

"lawyer present

during questioning.

"If you cannot hire a lawyer, one

"will be appointed

to represent you.

"You may stop answering

questions at any time."

Do you understand the rights

I have explained to you?

Call Sandy Stern to make bail.

Sandy should be available

in a few hours.

Let's see what they got.

Can't believe there could

be any more surprises.

That's when they come. That's

why they're called surprises.

Do we now understand

Della Guardia's case?

Yes, I think I do.

Let me hear it.

Sabich is obsessed with Polhemus.

She ditches him for another man.

Sabich becomes enraged.

He can't let go.

One night, knowing

his wife is out...

he calls her and begs

her to see him again.

Carolyn finally agrees.

She rolls around with

him for auld lang syne.

Then something goes wrong.

Sabich is jealous. He wants more

than she's willing to give.

He blows it.

Gives her what for with

some heavy instrument.

Decides to make it look like rape.

Sabich is a prosecutor, knows

there'll be dozens of suspects.

He ties her up.

Opens the latches to make it

look like someone slipped in.

And this is the diabolical part...

pulls out her diaphragm

so it looks like rape.

But in his haste and

confusion, he makes mistakes.

He forgets the glass

he drank from.

He doesn't think the

forensic chemist

will be able to ID the spermicide.

But we know he did

evil to this woman...

because he lied about

his presence in

her apartment the

night she was killed.

His fingerprints on the glass...

his blood type A

identified from semen...

fibres from the carpets in his

home, tell us he was there.

Very convincing.

But their evidence

of motive is weak.

That's where we must attack.

Is there any proof

of prior amorous

relationship between the two?

A few telephone calls.

They can be accounted

for by business needs.

- Any diary?

- No.

No note that came with flowers?

No lovers' correspondence?

- No.

- Good.

Gossip will not be admitted.

There are calls from my home to

Carolyn's in October of last year.

You were trying the case

of Wendell McGaffney then.

Reason enough for calling her.

Why did I tell Lipranzer not

to get my home phone records?

I take it for granted

that a person

of an innocent state of mind...

would rule himself

out as a suspect...

and save a busy detective

from wasting time.

Clearly, they hope to

win the case on the

strength of their

physical evidence.

I'd like to look at that

glass. It could help me.

List a motion for production

of physical evidence.

I want an inventory of

everything in that apartment.

Where's the contraceptive jelly...

the chemist is saying he finds

present? In her medicine cabinet?

I don't know.

I'll hear worse in court.

I never asked her

what she was doing.

One word of caution.

We do not want to

lead Della Guardia...

to evidence he has not

thought to obtain.

Best we conduct a search ourselves

without disclosing our intentions.

Also, your mention of Carolyn's

personal habits leads

to this thought.

We should subpoena her doctors.

Who knows what we might discover.

There's one big surprise, however.

Raymond Horgan's on

their witness list.

Why?

It's a hell of a way to

impress my new partners.

I'm here three days and I

get a grand jury subpoena.

I was wondering what we might

expect, in terms

of your testimony.

I'm going to testify about Rusty's

conduct of the Polhemus

investigation.

- How he volunteered to handle it.

- Just a second.

You insisted I take it on.

I don't remember it that way.

What are you trying to do to me?

What am I trying to do to you?

What are you trying to do to me?

I thought I had your loyalty.

Why didn't you tell me

about you and Carolyn?

Under the circumstances, I have

to advise Rusty not to respond.

Clearly, he would like to.

Let me ask you something.

Why were his fingerprints all

over that goddamn glass?

That's what I'm going to testify.

That he wanted the case.

That I had to chew his ass

to get him to move on it.

He seemed more interested

in if, when and how...

I was fucking Carolyn Polhemus

than in his own investigation.

When push came to shove,

he stood in my office...

he told us he'd been

nowhere near her

apartment the night

she was killed.

That's what I'm going to testify.

And I'll be goddamned

pleased to do it.

How can you think that I

could do a thing like that?

You always had the

cork in too tight.

We all saw that.

When you blew, you blew.

Come on, Rusty.

When did this relationship take

place between Raymond and Carolyn?

Just after she stopped seeing me.

Delay's got his motive.

What if I told you

Raymond secretly

assigned a bribery

case to Carolyn?

Some poor son of a bitch on a

public-indecency charge...

paid off a PA to have

his case dismissed.

Turns out, the guy's probation

officer is Carolyn...

and the deputy assigned to

the case is Tommy Molto.

Day after I find this out, I'm

charged with Carolyn's murder.

Before we venture down the

road into actual accusation...

we must consider the

matter very carefully.

It can't be a coincidence it

lays out this way, Sandy.

I mean, I'm innocent.

God, I made a fool of

myself today with Sandy.

How?

I told him I was innocent.

I thought he would've

asked you that by now.

No, it's axiomatic.

Defendants rarely tell the truth.

Lie to the cops, lie

to your lawyer,

lie to the jury that

tries your case.

Leave the bastards out there

with a grain of doubt.

You never asked.

If you're innocent?

You want me to?

Please draw a name.

"Judge Larren Lyttle."

I have some motions

from the defence.

Mr Stern, you want to examine

the scene of the crime?

Yes, Your Honour. To evaluate

the physical evidence...

to see if it actually proves

what the prosecution claims.

Mr Della Guardia?

With proviso that nothing be

removed, nothing disturbed.

- No objection.

- Granted.

Mr Stern, anything further?

We notice that Mr Molto is

listed both as a prosecutor...

and as a witness for the

prosecution. We object to that.

I take it you are speaking

of where Mr Sabich...

responds to Mr Molto's

accusation of

murder by saying: "You're right."

"Yeah, you're right."

Your Honour, the man

admitted the crime.

Come on, Mr Delay Guardia. Really.

Tell a man he's

engaged in wrongdoing

and he says, "Yeah, you're right."

Everyone knows that's facetious.

We're all familiar with that.

Shit, if Mr Sabich had come

from my neighbourhood...

he would've said, "Your momma."

But, in Mr Sabich's part of town

I would think they would say:

"Yeah, you're right."

And what they mean

is, "You are wrong."

Just to be polite.

Your Honour, isn't that a

question for the jury?

On the contrary, Mr

Delay Guardia, it

is first a question for the court.

If you use Mr Sabich's

statement and

risk my ruling it out of order...

then I will bar Mr Molto

from prosecuting.

But if he is the prosecutor...

then Mr Sabich's statement

may not be offered.

And I'll see you in

court in three weeks.

Ernestine, show in the next bunch.

What the fuck are you

doing with those?

We don't want Molto

thinking fingerprints

we leave here today

are from before.

We're not going to plant anything,

if that's what you're

worried about.

The law's the law.

Yeah, I know, Glendenning.

Diaphragm?

I don't know. The bathroom?

Where?

Nothing.

Fucking cops always

forget something.

What is it?

Her phone book.

Check with her doctors on

the contraceptive stuff.

Carolyn never seemed worried

about anything like that.

She's got them under "D." Jesus,

she's got a lot of doctors.

If the chemist says spermicide is

present, and it's not

seized from here...

then you tell me where it's at?

I don't know. Maybe I took it

when I took the diaphragm.

It doesn't make sense.

You got to remember, I wasn't

thinking very clearly.

If I had been, I wouldn't have

left my fingerprints on the glass.

You were a former chief

deputy prosecutor.

How does it feel to

be on the other side?

Think you might be a

political scapegoat?

Sorry, we're not about to try this

case on the courthouse steps.

How do you feel about

your husband, now?

All rise.

The Superior Court for the county

of Kindle is now in session.

The Honourable Larren L.

Lyttle, judge presiding.

Draw near and give your attention

and you shall be heard.

God save the United States

and this honourable court.

The People vs. Rozat

K. Sabich, for trial.

May it please the court.

The State's evidence will show

that on or about April 1st...

Carolyn Polhemus, a deputy

prosecutor in Kindle County...

was brutally murdered.

The proof will show

that this murder

was perpetrated by

her colleague...

Rozat K. Sabich.

How are we to answer this,

Rusty Sabich and I?

Mr Della Guardia's

case involves no

facts but supposition

upon supposition.

Guess upon guess.

When you listen to the

evidence, ask yourselves...

why Rusty Sabich...

the finest prosecutor

of this county...

a man who has devoted his

life to preventing...

and punishing criminal behaviour,

not to committing it...

sits here as the accused.

Why?

The State calls

Detective Harold Greer.

May we have a word with the bench?

This witness will testify about a

bar glass. They have no bar glass.

What about this?

I learnt the first time

last night, from Tommy...

Hold it right there.

Inside, gentlemen.

I request that Mr Sabich

join us in chambers.

He is an integral

part of the defence.

Where is the fucking glass?

Police Evidence Room

was where it was

supposed to be, but

they can't find it.

We won't be talking about evidence

that nobody can find.

Not in my court.

We don't object to

the photographs,

just to testimony

about fingerprints.

I will reserve

decision, gentlemen.

A stroke of luck.

Their disorganisation

will help us with the jury.

They'll find the

glass. They always do.

Ladies and gentlemen, these

photos depict horrors...

you may be expected to

react to with disgust.

But I am instructing you,

that in themselves...

they are proof of nothing

except the nature of the crime.

How you doing?

- They making it tough on you?

- Those cupcakes? Come on.

Is there anything you need?

Yeah, I got to find this

guy, Leon. Leon Wells.

The guy who's supposed to have

bribed the PA at the North Branch.

I wouldn't ask, but it

might really matter.

Think Molto's kinky on this? Set

you up to keep you from looking?

You want to hear me say I think

it might be possible? I do.

Okay, after I testify.

They got their eyes on me.

When I'm off the

stand, they'll ease

up. I'll work on it then. Hard.

You're a pal.

Is he gonna help?

After he testifies. Might

be too late by then.

I think it's going well.

The jury's gonna remember pictures

of Carolyn tortured to death.

They'll want somebody to

pay for what they saw.

Tomorrow, Raymond...

my friend and mentor, will

testify he thinks I'm guilty.

Then come the physical proofs:

Fingerprints. Fibre.

Bodily fluids.

They all point to me.

You know the defendant,

Rozat Sabich?

Sure, I know Rusty. I've known

him since he was a law student.

He was my second in command.

Would you identify him?

That's him.

You assigned Mr

Sabich to supervise

the investigation in this case?

He volunteered.

And I accepted.

He promised to pursue

it vigorously.

Did he?

Not to my way of thinking, no.

I got the feeling he was

stalling on the investigation.

I let him know that I

wasn't happy about that.

He brought in his own detective

to replace Harold Greer.

Then he gave his new partner

instructions to ignore evidence...

about telephone calls between

his house and Carolyn's.

He tried to limit the scope of the

fingerprint search

to exclude his own.

He was more interested

in whether I had

been intimate with

Carolyn Polhemus...

than in the facts

surrounding her murder.

What did you tell him about

you and Ms Polhemus?

I told him the truth.

That we'd been together

for about three months.

This, of course, was

after I was divorced.

At that time, or any other time...

did he inform you of his

personal relationship with her?

There is no proof in the record

of any relationship between them.

I'll let the question stand.

But Mr Della Guardia is asking a

question based on

his assumption...

that something was going on

between Mr Sabich and Ms Polhemus.

Just because he thinks it's so...

doesn't make it so.

Proceed.

I never would've let him

handle the investigation...

if I thought he'd been

intimate with the victim.

Nothing further.

Have you any...

personal knowledge...

that there was ever a relationship

between Mr Sabich and Ms Polhemus?

That's the point.

He didn't tell me.

Please answer the

question I asked you.

Do you remember the question?

I do.

But you chose not to answer it.

I apologise, Mr Stern.

I have no personal knowledge that

such a relationship ever existed.

Assuming there was

something to disclose...

you believe he

should have informed

anyone in a responsible position?

I do.

Certainly you would give any

information you had on a case...

to your investigating staff?

Certainly.

Mr Horgan...

you removed a file, a

so-called B file...

from Ms Polhemus' office after the

investigation of her murder began?

What's the relevance of this?

The witness has testified

on direct examination...

that Mr Sabich did not bring to

his attention information...

that he regarded as pertinent.

The defence is

entitled to explore Mr...

Horgan's standards in this regard.

Subject to a later

connection, I'll allow it.

Continue, Counsellor.

And you gave that B

file to Mr Sabich...

only after he informed you it was

missing from Ms Polhemus' office?

That's true.

You've told us that you

and Carolyn were lovers.

For a short time, yes.

B-file cases...

cases involving bribery and

official misconduct...

are normally assigned to

the assistant deputy.

At the time, Mr Sabich.

Is that not true?

That was the usual practise, yes.

You gave this highly sensitive

matter in this B file...

to Carolyn Polhemus while

you were sleeping with her?

That appears to be the time frame.

The answer to the question is yes.

Weren't you concerned,

in the midst of

a nip-and-tuck

election campaign...

about word leaking out that you

had secretly given a file...

that was in Mr Sabich's

area of authority...

to an assistant with no

experience in such matters...

with whom you were

sleeping at the time?

It may have crossed my mind.

Who knows? It was not

an ideal situation.

Far from it.

And, sir...

you come to this courtroom...

where the life of a man...

who served you faithfully for 12

years now hangs in the balance...

and you tell us you withheld

evidence from him...

that might have assisted

in his investigation?

All right.

Is it fair to say...

that the chief deputy is the

person in the office...

in whose judgement you place

the greatest confidence?

I regarded him as the best

lawyer for the job, yes.

And you gave Mr Sabich

the authority...

to decide when and where

to fire Mr Della Guardia?

Gentlemen...

let's stop right there.

What is the relevance

of who fired who?

Judge, it's our theory that Mr...

Sabich is being

framed in this case.

- I don't believe it.

- Your response has been noted.

If Mr Stern is truly going

to endeavour to prove...

that the case against Mr Sabich

has been manufactured...

then this history of antagonism

is relevant for those purposes.

What about this missing B file?

We believe it's being withheld

because it contains evidence...

that is necessary to the defence.

So, we intend to

pursue this matter...

until we have a full understanding

on how it bears on the truth.

I don't know where this will lead

us, but I'll tell you two things:

You'd better be prepared for

the prosecution's response...

because he is going

to be entitled to a

great deal of latitude

in answering.

Because I am going

to give him that.

Do you recall we

spoke about a B file

that you assigned to Ms Polhemus?

I'll remember it for

quite some time.

Was Mr Molto involved

in this case?

Objection.

Objection sustained.

Mr Stern, you're

playing with fire.

Do you know what investigation,

if any, Mr Molto pursued...

I'll answer that.

He took no action.

He wasn't going to chase

Sabich's red herrings.

Mr Della Guardia, you will

remember you're the prosecutor...

not the witness.

Perhaps we can all learn something

about red herrings and scapegoats.

That is all.

This court is adjourned

for the weekend.

I don't understand

what you're doing.

You're alienating the judge.

When I said they

manufactured a case,

you wanted nothing to do with it.

Clearly, I changed my mind.

On the basis of what?

Instinct.

If you don't like it, you

can always come home.

I wanna go.

All my friends will be there.

I'll be okay.

Come here. Sit down.

Look, I'm accused of doing

something I didn't do.

This trial is gonna give me

a chance to clear myself.

- That's what's gonna happen.

- Of course.

Of course.

Here are the postcards. Use them.

- Don't forget to write.

- They make me.

What about me?

Did Mr Sabich ever tell you...

he had a personal relationship

with Ms Polhemus?

No.

Did Mr Sabich, at any time...

order you not to get phone

records of calls from his home?

He never ordered me. He asked me.

He asked you not to

get those records?

Did you oblige him?

I was taken off the case

before I got to those records.

You did or did not

get those records?

I did not.

We had a lot of higher-priority

items on our mind.

A high-priority item...

was the analysis of fingerprints

found in Ms Polhemus' apartment.

Who talked with the

Fingerprint Lab?

Mr Sabich.

Did you ask him to

expedite the reports?

Yes, sir, I did.

What did he say, if anything?

He said he forgot.

He forgot?

Rusty forgot.

Would it be fair to say the two

of you, by working together...

have formed a personal friendship?

I suppose so, yes.

Were you assigned initially?

Harold Greer initially

handled the case.

Has Mr Sabich ever

expressed to you...

any reservations about

Harold Greer's abilities?

Everybody that I know thinks of

Harold Greer as a top-grade cop.

Do you know who decided to replace

Harold Greer and bring

you on this case?

Mr Sabich.

Do you feel...

withdrawn.

To your knowledge,

does the defendant

have a closer personal

relationship...

with anyone on the police

force than he does with you?

Not that he's mentioned, no.

So it's fair to say, Detective...

that you are the

police officer least

likely to suspect him of murder.

I would never believe that. Never.

Thank you for your

cooperation and answering...

what must have been painful and

difficult questions for you...

considering your relationship

to the defendant.

Nothing further.

You made reference to a theory

you were developing that...

Ms Polhemus might have been the

victim of a revenge killer.

Someone she had once sent to jail.

Yes, sir. We thought of that

as our most likely case.

To identify possible suspects...

you reviewed cases

she had prosecuted,

and was currently prosecuting...

going back several years? Correct?

Yes, sir.

Were you able to find

all those files?

No, sir. A file was missing.

This is the so-called B file...

that was withheld from

you and Mr Sabich...

until Mr Sabich requested it

personally from Mr Horgan?

Yes, sir.

It involved allegations...

Let's move on.

You've been warned about

riding off in all directions.

No further questions.

No redirect, Your Honour.

We need subpoenas for

Carolyn's doctors...

and for phone company records...

to check for errors.

I don't think we need

to bother with that.

You said there was something

wrong with the phone records.

That you never called Polhemus

the night of the murder.

Jamie, I'd like a moment

alone with my client.

- Sure.

- Thanks.

I used to call Carolyn's

apartment after it was over.

I'd call...

just to hear her voice.

Then I'd hang up,

like a goddamn kid.

I'm not sure I called that night

or not. I don't remember.

Contrary to my original hopes, we

will have to present a defence.

My first instinct is...

to put Barbara on

the witness stand.

No.

She's an attractive woman and

there are five men in the jury.

She can also support your

alibi quite effectively.

It's not negotiable, Sandy.

When I was a prosecutor...

I always knew I had a winner when

the defendant refused to testify.

All I want to do is

to tell the truth.

The jury wants to hear

me say I didn't do it.

And that, you will do very well.

But with every word,

you will confirm

what the prosecution is saying.

That you were overwhelmed

with a sexual obsession...

that took a wrong turn into

rage when she ended the affair.

You will have gone a long way to

eliminating the jury's

reasonable doubt.

The State offers as evidence...

from the defendant's suitcoat...

a hair identified by the Police

Crime Lab as that of the deceased.

The skirt of the

deceased contaminated

with fibre identified

as Zorak V...

a carpet fabric found in

the home of the defendant.

Chemist's identification

of blood type...

and semen from the vagina

of the deceased as type A.

Results of a blood test

of Rozat Sabich...

identifying his as blood type A.

The shirt of the deceased,

contaminated with the

fibre Zorak V...

carpet fabric used in

the defendant's home.

The State calls Detective

Morris Dickerman.

This relates to missing evidence.

I hope you're not considering

allowing them...

to proceed with the fingerprint

evidence in the

absence of the glass.

If so, we would like to be

heard on that question.

I understand that.

You may want to do some

research into this issue.

You hit the books tonight and

I'll listen to you tomorrow.

And if I were you...

I'd roll up my shirtsleeves and

go to the Evidence Room...

and find that glass.

You're not going to

get any sleep again.

That glass is the

strongest piece of

physical evidence

that I was there.

If I can find solid

precedents to keep it

out of evidence, their

case will fail.

Get something to eat and

don't drink too much coffee.

Thanks.

For what?

For hanging in there.

What did you expect?

Yeah, just a sec.

It's your uncle.

My uncle?

We got something on that

very important matter.

I'm downstairs, in the lobby.

We're working to keep the

glass out of evidence.

Fuck the glass. I found Leon.

Feature this. He's a Night Saint.

Leon.

Answer the door.

Open up, Leon. It's the police.

We just want to talk, Leon.

On the floor.

- Don't even breathe.

- What the fuck you doing?

I'm Detective Lipranzer.

This is Mr Sabich from

the prosecutor's office.

We have a few questions, Leon.

If you're straight with us,

we're gone in five minutes.

Five, six years ago, you

paid off a deputy PA...

$1,500 to make some

trouble you had go away.

555-3469.

Jack Friedman, you ask for.

What the fuck he do that for?

He wants your complete attention.

Rusty Sabich is

getting on the phone,

he will tell your

present associates...

that five years ago

you paid off a PA to

get off a rap on

molesting an officer.

To wit:

Trying to get paid to suck

his cock in a public place.

Now, Leon...

how about five minutes

of your time?

This blonde bitch...

my probation officer, set it up.

In the PA's office.

Man standing behind me.

And she be telling

me, when I come in:

"Just don't turn around.

"Just do what the man say."

He said:

"Just leave the money

in the top drawer."

Fifteen hundred dollars.

You never saw him?

But he knows who it was.

Judge Motherfucker.

That's what we all call him.

Larren Lyttle.

I bet Larren was porking her...

and taking the money

to keep her in style.

Sometimes I hate being a cop.

Sorry, pal. You were

counting on it being Molto.

If you leak this

stuff we got on him

to Larren, he might

dismiss your case.

Okay, it was just a thought.

All rise.

This court is in session. Judge

Larren Lyttle presiding.

Where's Kemp?

We just received the

medical examiner's

files on the reports

from her doctors.

He's going over them right now.

We may have a surprise in

the medical testimony.

Mr Molto, you have

completed your search?

Your Honour...

the police have not been

able to locate the glass.

All right.

Mr Stern, I have studied

your arguments.

You are about to

hear the testimony

of a fingerprint expert...

concerning evidence

that he claims to

have identified on

a certain glass.

I am instructing you

as a matter of law

that you are entitled

to consider...

the prosecution's failure to make

the glass available

to the defence.

I am not telling you what to do.

But it is permissible for

that one fact alone...

to raise a reasonable doubt that

would require Mr

Sabich's acquittal.

Mr Stern's objection is overruled.

His exception is noted

for the record. Proceed.

I'm sorry.

He's right, under the law.

Based on the lateral slash on the

anterior portion of

the fingerprint...

the distinctive centre whorl...

and the exact match

on the top swirl...

I am certain the

fingerprint on the

glass from Polhemus' apartment...

is identical to that

contained in the

employment file of

Rozat K. Sabich.

Very good.

We are calling Dr Kumagai,

the county coroner.

There are three

depression fractures...

like from a heavy, blunt

instrument. Maybe a hammer.

Here... here... and here.

This, and this over here, are...

sharp, deep penetrations of

the skull and of the brain...

like with a hatchet, or

maybe a meat cleaver.

I call to your

attention the results

of the forensic

chemist's analysis...

State's exhibit 63.

I think we might just

nail this sucker.

That report states the specimen of

semen taken from Ms

Polhemus' body...

has been identified as being

of Mr Sabich's blood type.

You are correct.

It also indicates the

presence of chemicals...

consistent...

with the use of a

birth-control device.

A diaphragm.

It does.

Your opinion is that this was...

a staged rape?

That is my opinion.

And the way it was done...

suggests...

the knowledge...

of investigative techniques?

That's what I told Mr Molto.

All of these deductions depend...

on the presence of

spermicidal jelly...

in the specimen you sent

to the forensic chemist?

Yes, sir.

How many autopsies do you

perform in a week, Dr Kumagai?

One, two...

ten. It all depends.

Would it surprise you to know

you performed 18 autopsies...

in the two weeks surrounding

Carolyn Polhemus' death?

No, sir.

Sounds about right.

Given that number, isn't

it fair to say that...

the specifics of any one

examination may slip your mind?

I take notes while I

do the autopsies.

Notes, yes.

These notes led you to tell

Detective Lipranzer...

that the murderer was sterile?

Looking back, you must have

thought you were a fool...

to have escaped

something so obvious as

the use of a contraceptive

spermicide.

All the sperm were dead.

I didn't have the

forensic chemist's

report about the

spermicidal jelly.

In the absence of any

other explanation,

I thought the guy was sterile.

Do you recognise your notes of

your autopsy of Ms Polhemus?

Yes, sir, my signature.

Unless there is any objection...

would you please read the short

passage marked by the paper clips?

Page two, Counsel.

Read it out loud, please.

"The Fallopian tubes...

"are ligated and separated.

"The fimbriated ends appear..."

That's not right.

Your own autopsy notes?

You dictate them as you

perform the procedure.

But not right.

I show you the records of Dr

Lubin, a gynaecologist...

who performed this procedure on Ms

Polhemus six and a half years ago.

Would you explain to the jury

what a "tubal ligation" is?

Would you explain, in

layman's language...

what a "tubal ligation" is?

She had her tubes tied.

Is it possible for a woman with

this procedure to

conceive a child?

No way.

Can you think of any reason...

for a woman who had

her tubes tied...

to use a spermicide?

No reason.

No medical reason.

I think of nothing.

Does it not follow,

given these facts...

that the specimen you

sent to the chemist...

was not taken from the

body of Carolyn Polhemus?

I can't account for it.

So you don't know what happened.

Wherever you got that

specimen from, Doctor...

you sent it to the chemist...

while you were secretly

communicating with Mr Molto...

behind Mr Sabich's

back. Am I right?

Do you accuse me, Mr Stern?

Sit down, Doctor.

I think we have had enough...

unsupported accusations

for one case...

Dr Kumagai.

You may step down, Doctor.

Do I take it, Mr Delay

Guardia, that the State rests?

Judge, may we approach?

We would like Mr Molto to testify.

No.

Judge, you said we would be

entitled to some leeway...

if the defence proceeded

with this frame-up theory.

Yes, but I did not know

then, Mr Della Guardia...

that your evidence would disappear

after last being

seen with Mr Molto.

I didn't know that Mr Molto...

and the chief pathologist

would manufacture evidence...

and testimony.

And I tell you, that is a fair

interpretation of

the day's events.

I'm still considering the question

of what happens to Mr Molto...

but what isn't gonna happen...

is him getting up on the witness

stand and making matters worse.

Withdraw, gentlemen.

On behalf of the people of

Kindle County, the State rests.

This court is adjourned.

You should savour today, Sandy. No

lawyer gets many

crosses like that.

What a colossal blunder.

Tomorrow I will make the

motion for a dismissal.

If the dismissal is not granted,

we must proceed with the defence.

I need to know if you still

insist on testifying.

Of course, you know

my strong objections.

Why is he so against

your testifying?

He's afraid I'll

tell the truth about

my relationship with Carolyn...

thus giving the prosecution the

motive they've been lacking.

One could argue...

if the jury feels

I'm being truthful

about something so painful...

they should believe me when I

say I didn't commit the murder.

What would you think?

If I were a member of the jury?

And I heard you admit how

much she meant to you?

I think I'd conclude

you were guilty.

I want to testify.

What would you say?

I'd say you were the

only man I ever loved.

And I still do.

Before we begin our presentation,

I would like to...

Make a motion for dismissal?

Yes, Your Honour.

Sit down, Counsellor.

I have reflected on this case at

length, ladies and gentlemen.

I understand...

the prosecutors have suspicions.

Perhaps Mr Sabich was

there that night.

The State might be granted that.

And if the prosecutors had

ever found that glass...

I might be more convinced.

Maybe before yesterday...

I might have said

there were reasonable

grounds for those suspicions.

But now, I'm not so sure.

So after yesterday...

there is no proof of motive here.

There is no concrete

evidence that there

ever was an intimate relationship.

There is no effective proof,

so far as I am concerned...

that would give a reasonable

person grounds to believe that...

Mr Sabich had carnal

relations with Ms...

Polhemus on the

night of her death.

In point of fact...

there's not one shred

of direct proof...

that Mr Sabich

murdered Ms Polhemus.

Under these circumstances...

I cannot allow this

trial to continue.

Mr Sabich...

you are discharged, sir.

I cannot begin to tell

you how sorry I am...

that any of this has taken place.

Not even the pleasure

of seeing you free...

can make up for this...

this disgrace to the

cause of justice.

I wish you Godspeed.

Case dismissed.

Hey, Rusty. Come on.

Give the missus a big hug.

Nobody can say anything

adequate at a time like this.

We're very grateful, very

pleased it's all over.

I want to go home, now.

I'll talk to Nat. I'll

phone him, tell him.

For the record, I have the

highest regard for Rusty Sabich.

You think you're out of a job?

You're the very best.

How'd you know what was behind

Larren's fear of the B file?

You question the

judge's integrity?

With just cause, wouldn't you say?

You knew that file didn't have

a damn thing to do with my case.

Yet you let Larren know you'd

drag it in at any opportunity.

That it would come out

that he was taking bribes.

That Carolyn was the courier.

You blackmailed him, Sandy.

We speak now tonight...

and these things

are never spoken of again.

Agreed?

Larren's divorce left him

in a state of disorder.

He was drinking too

heavily and fell into

a relationship with

a beautiful, but...

self-serving woman.

The fact is...

Larren himself

grew suicidally depressed.

He wanted to resign

from the bench.

Raymond Horgan

talked him out of it.

Raymond knew he was taking bribes?

Larren told him.

Raymond cleaned up the Northside,

as you recall...

and he also rescued

a distinguished mind...

and a career that does honour

to the bench.

I believe Larren today did

what he thought was just.

You tell me, Rusty.

Was justice done?

How are you doing?

Christmas present.

Jesus...

you're hanging your ass out

a good long way on this one.

It was them that fucked up.

Remember, they came around,

they grabbed all the evidence.

The glass wasn't there.

I took it down to Dickerman.

The very next day

I get a call from the lab.

The test is done.

I can pick up my glass.

When I went down

there, Molto had signed

a receipt, "Returned to Evidence."

The idea was that

I'll put it back in.

Only I got nowhere to put it...

since it ain't my

goddamn case any more.

So I tossed the

thing in my drawer.

I figured, sooner or later

somebody's got to ask me.

Nobody did.

You think I killed her.

The lady was bad news.

That makes it okay I killed her?

Did you?

Oh, pal.

Nat.

Where's Mum?

Upstairs in the bathroom

throwing up when I saw her.

She's got her

university interview today.

What's the big deal?

No eggs for me, thank you.

That looks nice.

You think?

That dumb old college would be

lucky to have you teaching there.

You tell her, kid.

I'll do some work around the house

while I still have time.

I've lived to see the day.

Give me a hand with the fence

when you get home.

I can't. I got a

game after school.

Good luck, Mum.

Go get them, kid.

I did it.

I fooled them all.

The interview.

They think I'm qualified.

You understand what happened

had to happen.

It couldn't have turned out

any other way.

A woman's depressed...

with herself...

with life...

with her husband,

who had made life

possible for her until he was...

bewitched by another woman.

A destroyer.

Abandoned...

like someone left for dead...

she plans her suicide.

Until the dream begins.

In the dream, the

destroyer's destroyed.

That's a dream worth living for.

Now, with such simplicity...

such clarity,

everything falls into place.

It must be a crime...

that her husband

can declare unsolved

and be believed by all the world.

She must make it look like a rape.

But she must leave

her husband clueless.

Once he discovers who it was...

he'll put the case into the file

of the unsolved murders.

Another break-in by some...

sex-crazed man.

But all his life...

he'll know that it was her.

She remembers a set of glasses

she bought for the woman...

some time before,

a housewarming gift

from her husband and his office.

She buys another set.

Her husband has a

beer one night...

doesn't even comment on the glass.

Now she has his fingerprints.

Then on a few mornings...

she saves the fluid that comes out

when she removes her diaphragm.

Puts it in a plastic bag.

Puts the bag in the

basement freezer...

and waits.

She calls the woman

and asks to see her.

Stops first at the U

and logs onto the computer.

Now she has her alibi.

She goes to the woman.

The woman lets her in.

When her head is

turned, she removes the

instrument from her

bag and strikes.

The destroyer is destroyed.

She takes a cord out...

that she brought along...

and ties her body...

in ways her husband described

perverts do.

She feels power...

control...

a sense that she's guided

by a force beyond herself.

Takes a syringe and injects

the contents of the Ziploc bag,

leaves the glass on the bar,

unlocks the door and windows...

and goes home.

And life begins again.

Until a trial...

when she sees her

husband suffer...

the way she never...

intended.

She is prepared to tell the truth.

Right up to the very end.

But magically...

the charges were dismissed.

The suffering was over.

They were saved.

Saved?

The murder of Carolyn Polhemus...

remains unsolved.

It is a practical impossibility to

try two people for the same crime.

Even if it wasn't...

I couldn't take his

mother from my son.

I'm a prosecutor.

I have spent my life

in the assignment of blame.

With all deliberation

and intent...

I reached for Carolyn.

I cannot pretend

it was an accident.

I reached for Carolyn...

and set off that insane mix

of rage and lunacy...

that led one human being

to kill another.

There was a crime.

There was a victim.

And there is punishment.