Ally McBeal (1997–2002): Season 3, Episode 15 - Prime Suspect - full transcript

Paul Potts the clapping "oddball" is the prime suspect in a murder case and when all evidence points against him, John, Richard and Ally go undercover to investigate alternative suspects. Billy is hallucinating and finally decides it's time to see a doctor. Meanwhile, Nelle is up to something and even Ling doesn't know what.

Previously on Ally McBeal.

Fire them. Never mind years of
company service. They look like oddballs.

- Just fire the bastards.
- Hey!

- Ever think eccentricity
could be a selling point?
- That what I'm supposed to say?

Look at the distinctive defensive
tackle wearing the dress?

It's the real me.

Did you tell Mr. Schofield
this was a medical condition?

Yes, I did. And he
fired me anyway.

Once I brought these
people out in the open,

well, I started losing business.

Then we got fired because
he didn't want us to be seen.



- I shouldn't be forced
to be handicapped.
- It's just not right.

Don't I get rights?
It's my company.

They've upped the
offer to 75 apiece.

We devoted our lives. And we're supposed
to walk away for 75 because we're...

Whack-a-dos.

Hello. My name is
Billy. And I'm a male...

- ♪♪ [Orchestra Hit]
- chauvinist...

- ♪♪ [Orchestra Hit]
- pig.

♪♪ [Orchestra Hit] There's
a new man in town, Georgia.

Who are they?
They're my assistants.

So what exactly do they
do? The testosterone

they generate makes
me a bigger ass.

I've discovered the more of
an ass I am, the better I litigate.

Putting modesty aside, you won't
find a more gigantic ass than me.



♪♪ [Orchestra Hit]

Even if it were possible to believe
that they challenged federal law, it's...

It's my feeling that this omission
is... was a conscious deletion.

The plaintiff is arguing an
entirely different scenario.

He's not provided even
a scintilla of evidence.

You can pinpoint the
illogic of this argument.

Could it be that this omission
is a conscious deletion...

[Sighs]

[Screaming] [Screaming]

- You scared me!
- You scared me!

What are you standing outside
my door for? I wasn't standing!

I was about to knock when you
opened the door! Eavesdropping.

I wasn't eavesdropping,
you little bug! Oh...

Sorry, John. That little bug
thing bothers you, doesn't it?

We got an emergency. What?

Mr. Schofield... He's dead.

Excuse me? Killed in his
bedroom. Stabbed with a knife.

They think Paul
did it. Paul Potts?

Yes. The police picked
him up. He's in custody now!

I didn't do it... do it...
do it! [Buzzer Buzzes]

Hold on, Paul. I want privacy.

Me too.

All right, don't clap.
You can't say that word.

Take a... Take a
breath... A deep breath.

All right. Now what happened?

I don't know. The police just
came to my house and said,

"Paul Potts-Potts-Potts-Potts,
you're under arrest."

- For murder!
- Murder, murder!

Let me talk to... Uh, Paul? I didn't
do it. I was at the movies with Benny.

Okay. Okay. You have
to help me, Mr. Cage.

I will. I am going to
help you. I'm innocent.

Okay. Just calm down.

Murder, murder, murder!

Murder.

♪ I've been down this road ♪

♪ Walkin' the line
that's painted by pride ♪

♪ And I have made
mistakes in my life ♪

♪ That I just can't hide ♪

♪ Oh, I believe I am ready ♪

♪ For what love has
to bring Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I got myself together ♪

♪ Now I'm ready to sing ♪

♪ I've been searching
my soul tonight ♪

♪ I know there's so
much more to life ♪

♪ Now I know I
can shine a light ♪

♪ To find my way back home ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Baby, yeah ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪♪

What's the evidence? The
arraignment is at 10:00. I'll know more...

Can I go? I've always wanted
to do a murder trial. Well, it...

I can open, close, cross-examine,
move to suppress the murder weapon.

What was it, a knife? I can suppress
knives. It's a Constitution thingy.

- [Stammering] - John!
John, do you... do you... Ooh!

[Grunting]

Do you... Do you have a
murder case? I already got dibs.

No, no. I want to
do it! I want to do it!

I have always wanted to do a...

[Gasps] Is-Is this the suspect?

- No, I am not! Suspect.
- All right. All right, look. Listen.

- [Snarls] - You
can both be on it.

Second chair, third chair.

[Groans] Richard and I
will cover the arraignment.

- If you could help Matthew
find Benny Winter.
- I called, but I don't think...

Go to his house. Maybe he's
not picking up. He's Paul's alibi.

No, I am not gonna be third chair. Why am
I third chair and he's second chair? Ally.

[Ally] I have a lot more trial experience.
I happen to be a senior partner.

[Chattering, Arguing]

[Ally] Oh, I'm a
girl. I can't do it.

The arraignment's in less than
an hour. We have to hurry. Let's go.

We have to go. I
am not a puppet!

You're... Come
on. It's not my fault.

[John] Hurry. Let's go!
[Richard] He said let's go.

- Excuse me.
- Yeah?

I'm sorry. I had to introduce
myself. Billy Thomas.

Has anyone ever told you you are
the most beautiful woman in the world?

[Laughs]

[Matthew's Voice] I get
it every now and again.

- You got somethin' else
you wanna say to me?
- No.

- What are you doing?
- Nelle, why are you in my...

I'm in your office.

- Oh.
- What's the matter?

Huh? Nothing. I just...

Nothing.

[Scoffs] Loon.

32555.

Commonwealth versus Paul Potts.

Richard Fish for the
defendant, Your Honor.

Move for an immediate
acquittal, plus costs...

Oh! Waive reading, Your
Honor. Plead not guilty.

- Guilty, guilty, guilty.
- Uh, Your Honor, I remind you
that my client has...

a compulsive disorder which
causes him to repeat words.

- But it's never made him kill.
- Oh, God.

Not guilty, Your Honor.
The plea is not guilty.

And defense moves for an
immediate probable cause hearing.

2:00. [Gavel Raps]

[Elevator Bell Dings]

Excuse me. Is John Cage here?

He's in court defending
the mental one.

The funny-looking
people are back.

- Benny!
- What's goin' on?

They think Paul
killed Schofield. No.

- Hi.
- Hello.

Ling, isn't that meeting about
to start? Oh, yes. We're late.

He said hi to you.
Uh, never mind.

[All Whispering, Indistinct]

[Whispering Continues]

I'm sorry. Call me a
hound dog, but that...

Excuse me? Can I, uh,
speak to you a second?

I know you must be hit on
10 times a day. Am I right?

- [Woman's Voice] Minimum.
- At the risk of offending...

[Matthew's Voice] Look, buddy.
I'm about to break your face.

- Ah!
- Excuse me, Matthew. Come with me.

Ah.

What the hell was that? I
don't know. That woman...

I hallucinated. She
turned into a transvestite.

Billy, he is a transvestite.

I have no idea
what... [Indistinct]

That is a man? Yes.

But he's... so beautiful.

Really?

And man or woman, what the hell
are you doing hitting on him or her?

- [Mindy] Where'd they put him?
- [Elevator Bell Dings]

What are we gonna
do? [All] Mr. Cage.

Hold on. Quiet down. We'll
tell you what's going on.

He is being charged with
murdering Mr. Schofield, as you know.

We don't know the evidence. We should
learn more at the probable cause hearing.

Evidently, they plan
to call Mrs. Schofield.

She did it. Why would
you say that, Mindy?

Well, uh, it's always the wife.

Yeah. Yes. Uh, look,

normally I don't call witnesses
at these P.C. hearings.

But since Paul has an alibi...
Benny, I may put you up there.

- Me? Why?
- Well, to testify that you two
were at the movies.

You were at the movies, right?

- Is that what Paul said?
- Never mind what he said.

Were you at the movies
last night with Paul Potts?

- Sure.
- We were all there with him.

Hey, this is a murder here.
This is not some game.

Were you with him
last night or not?

No.

Maybe we should plead
insanity. Ling already

calls him a mental. The
way his claps his hands.

Can't we get him declared a legal,
uh, retard? I don't think that's an option.

John, if he did it... He
couldn't have done it.

Besides, if we plead out, you
won't be able to suppress the knife...

with that "Constitution
thingy," would you?

Look, seriously, the
guy does seem a little off.

How well do you really
know him? Him-Him-Him?

Really, John? Let's just talk to
him before making any decisions.

[Squeaking] [Door Opens]

[Door Closes]

Paul, we spoke to Benny. You
didn't go to the movies with him.

Why'd you tell us that? Well...

Liar! Damn it, Richard. Liar!

I read if you catch 'em
off guard... Just stop it.

All right. Where
were you last night?

Home. Why didn't
you tell us that before?

I was afraid if I had no alibi, I was
afraid what the police might think.

Everybody knew I was
mad at him for firing me.

If I had no alibi...
I just got afraid.

I thought maybe Benny
would cover for me. I was...

You were afraid.

So you decided
to lie! Lie, lie, lie!

- Did you kill that man?
- No!

Get out! Good cop, bad
cop. Pulled the knife out...

Choir!

I think he means
"quiet," you know?

Yes. I know.

- What is with you?
- Nothing. I'm just, uh...

- Nervous.
- Nervous? Over what?

You got the Hallen
meeting at 4:00. Oh, right.

Billy, what's the matter?

Nothing. Sandy,
you're right. I'm just a

little nervous. Big
meeting, biggest client.

Wish me luck.

Are you nuts?

Oh. I thought, uh...

[Ally] Marry me!
[Georgia] Divorce me!

Marry me! Divorce me!

Marry me! Marry me! Marry me!
Divorce me! Divorce me! Divorce me!

[Screaming]

Uh, I think, uh...

I think I should
go see a doctor.

Ally. What's goin' on?

He did it. He says
he was home alone.

Well, what happens now? Well, we
proceed with the probable cause hearing...

and just see what
the evidence is.

- This isn't good, is it?
- It...

[Man] Taxi!

Let's just go in.

[Coughs]

He doesn't want any visitors.

[Elevator Bell Dings]

Sandy, isn't it? Yes.

Sandy, I'm not sure what the
proper protocol is for secretaries.

I've never been one.
But I doubt it calls for...

referring to the lawyers who
actually work in the firm as "visitors."

Or hadn't you
noticed I work here?

I've noticed.

The kiss was just so
good, I had to come back.

I am sorry, Nelle.

Listen, you mentioned
you should see a doctor.

I think that's a good idea.

Lisa Pontell... She's a friend. She's
also an extraordinary neurologist.

Neurologist? Well, this seems
more than just psychological, Billy.

I set up an
appointment for 4:00.

Well, I can't at 4:00. I have a meeting
with Hallen. Well, I'll cover the meeting.

He's my biggest client.
If I don't show up and...

And if you take that meeting in
your current state, you'll lose him.

Go see Dr. Pontell.
I'll meet with Hallen.

[Door Closes]

We were getting ready
for bed. It was about 9:30.

And I decided to take a shower.

And where was your husband?
He was in the bedroom.

He had started to
watch television.

And you took a shower? Yes, I...

I like to take a nice, hot shower
before I go to bed sometimes.

Uh, I got in, and
I started to wash.

Then I heard... [Door Closes]

Well, it sounded like the
bathroom door closing,

which was odd, because
I thought it was closed.

And I felt... I suddenly
felt I wasn't alone.

I called out to my husband,
but there was no answer.

And then I said,
"Is anybody there?"

Nothing.

And I started to get scared.

I froze. I just had this feeling
somebody was in the room.

I looked out.

We have a big master
bath and connecting closets,

so I couldn't see everything.

Plus the steam. The
room was full of steam.

[Sighs] I thought,
"It's my imagination."

So I went back to
washing my hair.

[Object Thuds] Then I
heard something hit the floor.

Somebody was there.

I called out, "Joel?"
[No Audible Dialogue]

But there was no answer.
So I turned the water off.

I heard nothing.

I looked out again. Nothing.

I thought again it had
to be my imagination.

So I turned the water back
on and started rinsing my hair.

And then I saw the curtain move.

- And suddenly the curtain
was pulled back.
- [Screaming]

[Screaming]

[Clears Throat] Uh, sorry.

Uh, continue, Mrs. Schofield.

There was somebody in a
hood... A mask... with a knife.

He reared back,
as if to stab me.

And then he stopped
and ran away.

And what happened
next? I jumped out.

I screamed for my husband.

I threw my robe on,
called 911 on the phone.

I told the police
there was an intruder.

Then I went looking
for my husband,

and I discovered
him in the bedroom.

There was blood
everywhere. He was...

- He was dead.
- Dead.

Mrs. Schofield, did you see or
hear anything else that night?

Yes. I heard somebody running
down the stairs, and I heard clapping.

- Clapping?
- Yes. Twice I heard
four crisp claps.

Like this.

[Clapping]

Exactly like that.

[Door Opens]

Paul, we're gonna go
back with the lawyers,

maybe come up with
some ideas. Okay.

I have to stay?

Yeah. They won't let you out.

How long before
they have a verdict?

Well, this is just a
probable cause hearing.

It's not a trial.

Okay.

Paul, are you okay? I'm fine.

You knew this was just a
probable cause hearing?

I forgot.

I know I'm not a lawyer, but how
come you didn't cross-examine?

Nice scream, by
the way. Thank you.

I didn't want to cross-examine because
it's just a probable cause hearing.

I didn't want to tip the prosecution
as to where we might be going.

Not that we have any
idea. So what happens?

He goes to trial? Well, I
reserved the right to call a witness,

- not that I know
what good it'll do.
- Mr. Cage?

If this goes to trial, he'll
stay locked up till then?

- Yes.
- And how long before
the trial'll start?

Well, three, four months.
Ah, he'll never make it.

He's already twitching
more. We gotta get him out.

It's a homicide, Benny.
The judge won't set bail.

Any way we can beat
this probable cause thing?

Well, their whole case is the
clapping, and that's hardly airtight.

But... [Stammers] possibly.

He'll disintegrate in jail.
We gotta try to get him out.

May I just throw out an
annoying little question?

If Paul didn't do it, then who did?
There was no robbery. The wife.

Yeah, well, it's always
the wife. Thank you, Mindy.

She may have had motive.

Which was?

Well, there was talk.
What kind of talk?

Mr. Schofield was
having an affair.

[Echoing] Affair.
Affair. Affair.

An affair with who?

Her name is Nancy
Raleigh Sicland.

She works with... Well, we used to
work with her until Schofield fired us.

And she and Mr. Schofield, uh...

Well, the rumor was he was
gonna leave his wife for her.

They would disappear
behind closed doors.

Ask Paul. He saw it.
Made him very upset.

Upset enough to pick
up a knife? Richard.

- Bygones.
- We need to talk to this
Nancy Raleigh Sicland.

I am begging you, it has
nothing to do with my...

Ms. Sicland, if you're
sleeping with this man...

How does it have anything to do
with whether Paul Potts killed him?

- Did Mrs. Schofield
know of this affair?
- Oh, God.

You're gonna air this all out? We
need you to come to court with us.

Oh, God. You probably won't
have to testify. But just in case...

- Oh, God.
- Is that what you'd say
while sleeping with him?

[Sighs] I'm gonna be sullied.

Mr. Hallen.

Nelle Porter. Very
nice to meet you.

Where's Billy? We've
taken Billy off this case.

Why? I like him.

Mr. Hallen, Billy Thomas
is a gifted litigator.

But this is a corporate account,
and I hope you forgive my modesty,

but I'm the top corporate
attorney in this department.

If you were happy with Billy, I'd
be inclined just to let things be.

But this nonsense
with the Billy girls...

It's beneath the
integrity of this firm.

It's beneath your own integrity.

And frankly, it
doesn't serve you.

Whatever surge of adrenaline
you may get in your genitalia,

advertising is foremost
about appealing to women.

I don't need to tell you that.

Look, you're a big account,
you can do what you want.

If you're intent on
staying with Billy, fine.

He can certainly do
an excellent job for you.

But... you can do better.

Where is Billy?

Oh, he's at an appointment
with his neurologist.

He suffers some
occasional imbalance.

But I assure you it's nothing
that would ever affect his work.

[Flashlight Clicking]

Any headaches? Not really.

How long ago did the hallucinations
start? Last couple of days.

Hmm. Any erratic behavior?

Well, my friends and coworkers,
they think I've been erratic.

- How so?
- Well,

I seem to have a quicker temper.

I've become more chauvinistic.

I... Oh. Uh... ♪♪
[Orchestra Hit]

Different stuff.

I also get funny
tastes in my mouth.

Like the taste of your own foot?

- Excuse me?
- I said, what kind of tastes?

I don't know.

It's, uh, n-nothing
I can identify.

I'd like to run a few tests.

Send the Hallen file
to my office, please.

Elaine. She's up to something.

Paul, what do you know about
Schofield and Nancy Raleigh Sicland?

Not much. There was something
private going on, but I don't know what.

- Were they having an affair?
- I don't want to get Nancy
into trouble.

Paul, you are the one
who's in trouble here.

So if you know something,
you need to tell us.

You don't need to repeat it
three times. Just tell us once.

Nancy just said that
there was a problem,

but she didn't tell me what.

[John] Other than the clap, do
you know of any reason to suspect...

Paul Potts as the person
who killed your husband?

No. You know of any reason...

my client would
want to kill him?

Well, Joel fired him.

For which Paul Potts sued,
seeking a remedy in court.

Do you know of any other person
who might want to harm your husband?

No. Were you angry with
your husband, Ms. Schofield?

Excuse me? Mmm.

Uh, who is that woman
sitting right over there?

That's Wanda Mitt,
my cleaning lady.

Okay. Now who's this woman
sitting right back over there?

That's a woman who
works for my husband's firm.

- Do you know her name?
- [Sighs]

Wanda Mitt heard you using
that woman's name two days ago...

- when you were fighting
with your husband.
- What is this?

This is defense counsel
asking questions...

of the lead
prosecutorial witness...

The only prosecutorial witness
to establish probable cause.

Now, is it all right with you, Ms.
Kettering, if I proceed with my questions?

Let's just move along.

Who is this woman,
Ms. Schofield?

Her name is Nancy
Raleigh Sicland.

And were you angry with your husband
two days ago with regard to this woman?

Yes. What about?

[Scoffs] Well, in fact, he
was about to leave you for her.

That's why you were fighting.
He was not going to leave me.

You were angry. Perhaps you
picked up a knife. Perhaps you...

walked into the bedroom with
that knife. That is ridiculous!

Oh, is it?

Slowly, you approached
him from behind.

He was hanging up his
clothes. He didn't see you.

And you came
closer... and closer still.

You raised the knife
over your shoulder.

You inched closer, and
just as he turned around...

[Screaming]

[Clears Throat] Sor... Sorry.

Uh... [Stammering]

This is so outrageous. Hop in the
shower, wash away the evidence.

Mr. Cage. The evidence
against her is as strong...

- as the evidence
against Paul Potts.
- Potts. Potts.

And to hold him simply because she says
she heard clapping with no other evidence,

that is a sham, Your Honor...
An absolute sham, sham, sham.

We have other evidence. We
just haven't introduced it yet.

- Oh, please. What other evidence?
- A pen found at the scene,

with Paul Potts's fingerprints.

[Nose Whistles]

Mr. Cage, step up here, please.

I find probable cause to exist.

Your client is
bound over for trial.

[Sighs]

[Nose Whistles]

Can you tell me how
your pen got there?

No.

Paul, you'll be on
trial for your life here.

I asked you a pretty
important question...

A question that you really need
to have an answer for, and...

you just say no.

No, thank you.

Okay, um, you lied to John and
Richard about being at the movies.

I need the truth here.

Did you kill Mr. Schofield?
No, thank you.

Are you trying to be
funny? No, thank...

No.

I'm scared.

Okay.

Tell me why you think you're
being accused of this crime.

'Cause Mrs. Schofield heard
clapping, and 'cause I'm a freak.

And people think that freaks
are capable of doing awful things.

But I didn't kill
anybody. I could never...

I'm just a freak. That's all.

I'm not a mean
or violent person.

And you're not a freak either.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey.

Uh, well, could you have left a pen of
yours at Mr. Schofield's house ever?

No. I was never
invited to go there.

Am I going to
stay in jail forever?

This is why we don't do
murder trials. We stink at them.

Well, look. They still don't
have enough to convict him.

A few claps and a pen is not
enough to get him convicted.

Places him at the scene,
Ally. That's pretty compelling.

Maybe it was suicide. Schofield
couldn't have the woman of his dreams.

He's stuck with the wife. So
he stabs himself four times.

- What did he do with
the murder weapon, eat it?
- [Muttering]

Wait a second.

Maybe it wasn't that Schofield
couldn't have the woman of his dreams.

Maybe it was Nancy
Raleigh Sicland...

who couldn't have
the man of her dreams.

- What?
- No, there's something
about her.

She certainly had access to Paul's
desk. She could've lifted that pen.

And she knew about the clapping.

[Gasps]

Maybe she was in
the hooded mask.

- Maybe she killed Schofield.
- Oh, please.

No. Now, Paul said that he talked
to her that day. She called him.

Maybe to see if he was staying at
home so he wouldn't have an alibi.

Well, it's conceivable.

Maybe he promised to marry her, and
then suddenly he went back to the wife.

Well, how could
we ever prove it?

Mmm, maybe I could
get her to admit it.

- Yeah. Call her, John.
- I could wear a wire.

Don't look at me like that. If
there's one thing I'm good at,

it's getting people to talk
about their broken hearts.

Then it's show me
yours, I'll show you mine.

Yeah, I do that with my penis.
But it's... When I was in sixth grade,

there was this, um, boy who
stole all of the teacher's pencils.

And she wanted to make the
whole class stay after school.

And I broke him down,
got him to confess.

This is a murder case. You're
talking about stolen pencils.

John, there is something about that
woman, and I can get people to talk.

Now-Now-Now, I'll go
see her. I'll wear a wire.

I... I know it
sounds ridiculous,

but-but if I can even
get her to tip her hand,

well, what's to lose?

Your life, perhaps,
if she is the killer.

Oh. Well, you
guys'll listen outside.

[Nose Whistles]

[Nose Whistles]

All I can tell you is that
they're working on it.

Working on it how? Well, they didn't
fill me in, but they do have a plan.

What's going on, Elaine? They just said
that you can all wait here in the meantime,

and that they are
working on it as we speak.

Testing. One,
two, three, testing.

[Snarls] Can you hear me?

Uh, yes, we hear you,
Ally, loud and clear.

John, is this silly, I
mean, even for us?

It won't be silly if
she gets somethin'.

- Can you hear us?
- Aaah! Aaah! I-I-I hear you.

Okay. I'm almost
at her townhouse.

Uh... [Chuckles] You two might
want to be a little less conspicuous.

[Horns Honking]

[Man Shouting]

Oh. All right. Yeah,
we're pulling over.

[Sighs] [Ringing]

Nancy. Hi. Um, I'm Ally
McBeal, Paul's lawyer.

We actually met
yesterday, briefly.

Oh. You're the one who screamed.

Y-Yes.

Um, listen. Could I, uh,
talk to you for a second?

Um, you know, this
really isn't a good time.

Sorry. Oh, no. Ple-Please?

I know you care
about Paul and...

Well, I promise that I won't
take up much of your time.

Um... Give me a second.

She's ditching the knife.

Well, I'm just trying
to go with it, John.

- [Horn Honking]
- [Both] Oh!

Come in.

I'm sorry about Paul.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, especially since
I think he's innocent.

So what did you
want to talk about?

Well, I would like to talk
to you about Joel Schofield.

Be sure to look around. That's
why she went in there, John.

[Feedback] What's wrong?

Uh, my-my... migraine.

In your ear? Mmm.

Listen, I... I don't
know if you loved Joel.

But something tells me you did.

What business is this of yours?

Well, there was a
man I once loved.

You'll hear this pounding sound,
like a drum, when we take the pictures.

Try to keep your
head still at all times.

I get a little
claustrophobic in tunnels.

Just let me know if
you get uncomfortable.

Ready?

[Sighs] Yeah.

[Beeping]

His name was Billy.
We were soul mates.

We liked the same
music, the same food.

Blah, blah, blah, blah. [Ally]
We would laugh together.

We... We cried together.

And when I lost him, I was
so sure my life was ruined,

that there would never be...
Wait. Why are you telling me this?

Because I don't believe
Paul Potts killed Joel, Nancy.

And if he didn't,
maybe Deborah did.

Maybe the thought
of losing Joel...

Maybe it was too much.

But she wasn't losing him.
Were you losing him, Nancy?

What are you asking, Ms. McBeal?

- Did I kill him?
- Ooh. Catches on quick.

Shh! Oh. [Ally] The reason I
was telling you about Billy...

It taught me hurt in such
a profound way that...

That I can recognize
it now, Nancy.

I can see it in others.

I can see it in you.

You're actually in my house
accusing me of murder?

Actually, I'm in your
house trying to save Paul.

I-I have no interest in
getting you. I want this.

[John] Shh! [Feedback]

[Feedback Stops] [Clears Throat]

I know you called Paul
the day of the murder,

perhaps to assure yourself that he
was home alone that night with no alibi.

You could have easily
grabbed a pen of his

from his old desk. It
still sits there at work.

You knew how he clapped.

I have enough to at least get the police
to investigate the possibility and...

And once they start
doing that... Are you crazy?

I am not trying to implicate you,
Nancy. I only want to exonerate Paul.

If you thought I were
a killer, Ms. McBeal,

why on earth would you allow
yourself to be alone with me?

[Richard] Excellent
point. [John] Shh!

- What was that noise?
- Don't you shush me!

[Grunting] I didn't
hear anything.

Listen... No. I'm
done listening.

You know, for your
information, I cared very

much for Joel. Perhaps
I even did love him.

And for him to be killed was...

Please leave, Ms. McBeal, now.

- I-If I could just...
- No. I want you to leave.

[Sighs]

Could I use your bathroom first?

What? Why?

So you can look around, discover
the murder weapon? No. Get out.

I'm just trying to help Paul.

Oh, well, in that case,
let me be sure to confess.

[Objects Clattering]

[Thinking] Well, I promise I won't
take up too much of your time.

Give me a second.

Oh. I left my purse on the sofa.

- [Nancy] What are you doing?
- [Screams]

- [Richard] Ally?
- [Gasps]

Ally? Ally? Deborah?

[Stammers] Oh, my God.

Deborah? Well...

Well... You and-and Nancy,

- together?
- Lesbians.

Quick, call 911.

What's going on?

I was... I... [Clears
Throat] came by...

to collect my husband's things,

and when you showed up, I
was afraid of how it might look.

So you jumped into a closet?

Oh, my God.

Oh.

But that-that-that fight that
the housekeeper heard. It...

It wasn't you angry at Joel
for an affair that he was having.

He was angry at you for an affair
that you were having with... with her.

And at work, those
sessions behind closed doors,

he was angry at you
for seeing his wife.

- That's ridiculous.
- You did it together.

Let's sit down and
have some coffee, Ally.

Oh, um... I, uh... Nah.

I think I'll be leaving.
I don't think you will.

I know karate. What are
you gonna do, hit me?

Well...

- Deborah. Are you okay? Let me see.
- [Groans]

- F.B.I.
- Freeze! You two,
down on the floor now!

It's okay. No.

"F.B.I."? What? I
should've yelled "lawyer"?

Did you hear?

They may have
cleared the mental one.

Who? The psycho whose eyes
bulge when he claps his hands.

I am so sure he shouldn't
be locked up somewhere.

The tubby one in the
dress just hit on me.

What? I thought deep
down he was a woman?

Well, deeper than that
there's a dumb-stick.

What are you up to? Excuse me?

The Hallen file. And you also
poached the Skinner file from Richard.

Does he know that? No, but I do.

What are you up to?

[Drawer Opens, Closes]
It doesn't involve you, Ling.

You're doing something
despicable. I can tell.

And if you think
I'm just gonna sit by

quietly while you just
leave me out of it...

This place just needs a
few changes. That's all.

And? And I need
power to make them.

Don't I?

Undercover? What are
you doing going undercover?

I just had a hunch,
Your Honor. And...

Where is Mr. Cage?
He and Richard Fish...

inadvertently represented
themselves as F.B.I. agents,

and they're still
answering some questions.

And you say you found killer
lesbians? Well, one was in the closet.

It seems the two women
did have a relationship.

And you now think
they killed Mr. Schofield?

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

And given that, Your
Honor, the only evidence

that they have against
Paul Potts is a...

Is a clapping sound
and... [Clears Throat]

and a pen,

which could've gotten
there any number of ways.

And they don't have enough
to satisfy probable cause.

- Ms. Kettering?
- In light of
this new information,

we recommend the
charges be dropped.

- Drop.
- Quiet. I don't like my court
being made into a mockery.

Nobody is making
it into a mockery.

Ms. McBeal, when
justice is affected by...

you, Mr. Cage and Mr. Fish
doing undercover work,

trust me when I tell you
a mockery has occurred.

Mr. Potts, stand up.

The murder charges against you
are dismissed without prejudice.

We're adjourned.

I'm free? You're free.

And, Mr. Potts, I apologize
for the hardship we caused you.

- Thank you.
- Uh, thank you.

Thank you.

Um... [Chuckles]

Hey.

Hey.

What are you doin'
here? Well, I don't know.

I was walkin' by
and saw the lights on.

I have a brain tumor.

[Woman] You stinker!