Harry's Law (2011–2012): Season 2, Episode 3 - Sins of the Father - full transcript

Previously on Harry's Law...

- What do you want, Ollie?
- I represent Eric Sanders.

The guy who killed his wife?

Seriously, Harry, I could use your help.

Don't say you can't win this!

Remove Harry Korn for her own good.

- You're insane!
- Don't say you weren't warned.

- Harry Korn?
- What's going on?

You actually had her arrested?!

Look, they got the matter dismissed,
so what's all the hoo-ha?

Till this trial is over,



this will be your priority.
We're on a mission now.

Bethany Sanders, Eric's daughter.

Would he be capable of a
vicious murder like this?

Perhaps not, but nor did
I think him capable

of writing such depraved
material in his journal.

Not just her dying, but
doing so at my hands.

Ellen Sanders tore up her will
two weeks before her death.

This could be a motive.

They're my parents.

They're wonderful people.

James is a loon.

I say our best shot is to say she did it.

You put a dead rat in her bed?

She was not a nice person.



That's why you're here? To ask me

if Ellen was having an
affair with somebody?

Was she?

The delivery guy overheard
her talking on the phone.

You have information that
could help my client.

He confirmed everything Vinnie said.

Overheard the victim
breaking up with a lover,

not her husband.

He told Roseanna Remmick months ago.

That's grounds for
dismissal with prejudice.

It's now very personal, and I have
no intention of calling any truce.

Let the fun begin.

Harry's Law 2x03 - Sins of the Father
Original air date October 5, 2011

I'm just not sure what
good I could possibly do.

You do a lot just by walking in with us.

You're the only child to
be supporting your father.

James is testifying against him.

We need you, Bethany.

It's as simple as that.

I'm not going to lie for you, dad.

We're not asking that.

But if you really believe it's not in him

to do what he's been accused of,

please just say that.

Please, honey.

Okay.

We're leaving here tomorrow at 9:00 A.M.

Be great for us all to walk in together.

9:00 A.M. I'll be here.

Thank you, baby.

You need to stay completely
on top of her, Adam.

Coach her, I don't care.

But she needs to be ready
to testify effectively,

and I'm making that your responsibility.

Somebody's tense.

Excuse me?

Okay, we all have our jobs to do.

Eric, you ready?

Eric.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I was just thinking about my grandfather.

At times of distress, he
used to like to tell jokes.

Two tigers walking through
the jungle, one starts

licking the other's ass.

The other stops and says,
"Hey, what are you doing?"

First tiger says, "I'm sorry,
I just ate a lawyer."

"I'm trying to get rid of
the taste in my mouth."

Oh, my God.

I'm going to be sentenced to death.

You okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Like the singer said,
"Let's get it on", right?

Let's do that.

All rise.

- Stand by.
- Oh, boy.

Why is it I feel we should
all be wearing helmets?

Case number 42765,

the State of Ohio v. Eric Sanders III.

This court is now in session.

The Honorable Judge Lucas
Kirkland presiding.

God bless the State of Ohio,

God bless the United States of America.

Be seated.

Ms. Remmick?

Ready for trial, Your Honor.

- Ms. Korn?
- Here it comes.

No, Your Honor.

And we have liftoff.

This better be good.

It's not, Your Honor.

And please believe me, this is
not something I take lightly.

But I'd like to move for a dismissal

of all charges with prejudice

on the grounds of prosecutorial misconduct.

- What?
- I thought best to do so in chambers.

What is going on?

What's going on is, we
found out two days ago

that the victim was having an affair.

With whom we still don't know.

She broke off this affair about a
month before she was murdered.

This is an affidavit from our source.

What we also discovered
is that this witness

told Ms. Remmick the contents of
that affidavit six months ago.

It is exculpatory, she deliberately
withheld it from defense,

and that is prosecutorial misconduct,

grounds for either a dismissal

or a directed verdict in
favor of the defendant.

Ms. Remmick?

This was some delivery thug

who says he vaguely overheard

something about Mrs. Sanders talking to...

There was nothing vague about it.

What he heard was very specific.

We found him totally unreliable.

He wanted money for his information.

We properly dismissed him.

This is just an offensive
stunt by defense counsel

to rattle me before opening arguments.

You might want to ask her

why she waited two days

to spring this motion.

Because we wanted to investigate a little.

We wanted to find out about
this alleged affair,

who the mystery man was.

Had we been told of this six months ago,

we might know by now.

Ms. Remmick, I'm not happy.

- Your Honor, I can assure you...
- I'm talking now!

You had an obligation

to bring this information to
defense counsel's attention.

We interview a lot of witnesses we dismiss,

especially those who extort us for cash.

No! Not good enough!

This information is potentially
material, possibly exculpatory.

For you to withhold that,
it's just unconscionable.

Your Honor, why would I risk
a possible dismissal...

Because you're psychotic.

Since there's been no actual showing

that this information is relevant,

I'm denying defense counsel's motion.

But you'd damn well better watch
yourself the rest of the way.

Do I make myself clear?

I'm sorry.

That you have to give up your lives

and sit through something
so awful as a murder trial.

This one's especially ugly.

The evidence will show
that Ellen Wright Sanders

died on November 11, 2010,

as a result of blunt-force
trauma to her skull.

She was bathing in her tub
when she was struck repeatedly

from behind by a heavy iron instrument

we believe to be a crowbar.

The medical examiner will establish

that Mrs. Sanders was bludgeoned

at least 20 times.

It was a brutal, vicious, inhuman attack.

When the police arrived, they discovered

the defendant with the body.

There will be no forensic

or testimonial evidence of anyone

other than the defendant
being at the scene.

We will introduce a journal
kept by the defendant,

which journal was discovered by
the police in his nightstand.

I would like to now read for
you a portion of his journal.

"How joyous it would be
to creep up from behind,"

"while she lay lapping
in her suds of luxury,"

"and smash her head like a melon."

"To feel the joy,"

"the freedom that can
only come from the sound"

"of crushing, mulching bone
that used to be her skull."

Had to be him, didn't it?

All the forensic evidence points to him.

No sign of anyone else being there.

You just heard what was in that journal.

Had to be Eric Sanders.

Why bother looking at anybody else?

Well, they didn't.

It was case closed before an
investigation even ensued.

The thing is...

it isn't him.

Eric Sanders is innocent.

It's no coincidence that Ellen Sanders died

as described in his journal.

The killer read it,

and murdered her exactly that way

in order to frame Eric Sanders.

The killer was able to get in and
get out without waking Eric,

because Mr. Sanders was out
cold on sleeping medication.

Sure, Eric Sanders' DNA
was all over the body.

That's because when he finally
woke and discovered his wife,

he tried to revive her.

In addition, you will hear how
many people hated Ellen Sanders.

Many had access to the residence.

Now, of course, you don't have
to take my word on any of this,

and I won't ask you to.

Just listen closely as the
evidence is being introduced.

And be mindful of the evidence
that never gets introduced.

I will be asking you to bring to this case

something the police and
the prosecution never did:

an open mind.

I loved my mother deeply.

Her death simply ripped me apart.

I was devastated, of course.

Of course.

Mr. Sanders, when you first
heard of your mother's death,

can you recall what you said to the police?

I believe I said, "Heavens, mother's dead."

Yes.

Anything else?

I might have asked,

"Did my father kill her?"

Yes, you did ask that.

Can you tell us why you asked that?

I thought he killed her.

Okay. Can you tell us why you thought that?

Well, he hated her, of course.

He said that?

He didn't have to.

Spend three minutes with them,

it became overtly clear

that he loathed her.

His whole body would clench
whenever he was around her.

He seemed like he'd just... snap.

I guess he did, didn't he?

You said you were torn up by
the death of your mother.

Are you still?

Why, yes.

Thank you for asking.

Take any medication, sir?

Yes. I take lithium.

How long have you been taking lithium, sir?

Since I was 14.

Do you consider yourself

a mentally balanced individual, sir?

Does anybody?

Thank you, sir. That's all.

He killed her for the money, you know.

There's no question before you, sir.

- Nothing...
- Harry, you can't let that go unchallenged.

We don't know what he's
going to say next, Oliver.

If he had anything to support that,

Roseanna would've had him say it on direct.

I don't care. I'm certainly not

giving him a chance to say anything more.

I can do it. I'll be up and down.

He's too unpredictable. Oliver...

You don't know at all that
your father killed her.

That's only your opinion...

your lithium-induced opinion?

- Objection.
- Overruled.

You don't have any facts
to support your opinion

regarding your father's motive,

- do you, sir?
- Well, I know

that my mother died intestate.

That's a fact.

And since all the family money was hers,

he stood to lose out.

Actually, that's incorrect.

If your mother died intestate,

the estate still goes to
the husband and children.

Yes, but since she had
just torn up her will,

my lithium-induced opinion

would be she planned to draw up a new one.

Which means father had a very short window

to bludgeon her to death.

Which would apply to you as well,

wouldn't it, sir? You had a short window

in order to get that money?

Yes, but I had both love for my mother,

together with an alibi.

Daddy had neither.

Just had to cross-examine him, didn't you?

- Don't start with me.
- "Let me do it, Harry."

- "I can do it."
- For my money, he's a suspect.

Your money? Your money

- said to cross-examine him.
- All right!

- Take it outside?
- Just had to cross, didn't you?

Take it outside. Take it outside.

A grave, that's what he just
dug us... with your help.

He dug us a trench the size of...

- All right!
- Nobody tell me to calm down.

Anybody says, "Calm down" to me,

- they're fired.
- You're the one who said

he was a loon, nothing but a loon.

What, you're gonna blame this on me?
I'm responsible

- for your bonehead move?
- Take it outside?

Enough of this "Take it outside" crap.

All right! At the risk of getting fired,

I think we should all calm down.

- May I just say...
- No!

Look, we knew James was going to accuse

his father going in. We knew that.

Yeah, but we didn't figure
he'd come off persuasive,

which he did because somebody chose

to cross-examine him. I won't name names.

All right, what about James as a suspect?

He has an alibi, but that doesn't mean

that he didn't hire somebody.

No, no, no, no.

We can't keep going,

"It's the housekeeper", "it's James",

"look here", "now there".

We have to pick a theory and stick with it.

The case is housekeeper,
housekeeper, housekeeper.

She's the one we have to focus on.

Unless we can find out

who the hell the victim was
having an affair with.

Has anybody heard from Vinnie on this?

Oliver, you need to light

Vinnie's ass up. Do you hear me?

Tell him,

if he doesn't dig up something,
he's not getting paid.

I talked to Corinne Waters,
the victim's boss.

She told me I should do very
graphic things to myself.

Yeah, but listen, Vinnie,
the clock is ticking.

If you don't find out who
Ellen Sanders was having

an affair with, our guy is going down.

Listen, smart-ass, I know how to tell time.

It's going to be your fault.

You're supposed to be
some good private dick.

You know what I'm seeing, Vinnie?

I'm seeing ordinary... ordinary, everyday,

- dime-a-dozen dick!
- I'm about two seconds away

from slapping your fairy
ass down the street.

Do your job.

As you see from the various angles,

there are blood spatters everywhere,

including on the ceiling.

And what, if anything,

did that tell you, officer?

Well, it would certainly be consistent

with the medical findings
of multiple impacts.

The victim was struck repeatedly.

The fact that blood
spatters traveled so far

tells us it was a longish weapon.

"Longish"... would that be consistent

with a crowbar of this size,
which was found at the scene?

That would be exactly consistent.

And, sir, could you please talk

about the spatters on the
walls and the ceiling?

Basically, blood can be
projected in two ways.

As the weapon strikes the skull,

it causes blood to shoot out.

Also, as the assailant swings the weapon,

blood can fly off, causing cast-off stains.

Again, from the amount of blood
and overlapping patterns,

we could conclude this was a
beating of multiple impacts.

And, sir, based on your
15 years as a detective,

did you form any other conclusions

about the nature of this attack?

It was savage.

One of the worst I've ever seen.

There had to be a lot of
rage and hatred involved.

Do the blood spatters tell you who did it?

- No, but we can...
- Thank you.

And you can't say that this crowbar

was definitely the weapon,
can you, detective?

We can certainly say
it's exactly consistent

with the instrument used.

Given it was found right above the scene,

- you figure it out.
- I see.

And did your knowledge of
where it was found factor

into your finding of "consistent"?

- I didn't say that.
- No, well, you told me

to figure it out, so that's
what I'm trying to do.

- Objection.
- Sustained.

And tell me something, sir.

Ever known a construction
worker to leave a tool behind,

sometimes inside sealed walls, ceilings?

Ever known that to happen?

I've heard of it maybe happening.

And tell me, does human nature ever factor

into some of your conclusions?

- Human nature?
- Yes.

For example, you've got a
whole prosecution team,

D.A.s, police looking for a weapon

for a year, which they can't find.

It's all very frustrating.

Then presto, you found a
crowbar that's consistent.

Human nature may be to
say, "I bet that's it".

I'm not a behavioral scientist.

Oh. But you were enough of one to conclude

the killer had rage and hatred.

Do you think it's fair

that the District Attorney
is presenting something

as the murder weapon

when all you guys really know
is that it's "consistent"?

- Objection.
- Sustained.

I'm just looking for
what's fair here, Judge.

- Objection.
- Even though she's not.

- Your Honor?
- The objection was sustained, Ms. Korn.

- Knock it off.
- Sorry.

So just to review...

you can conclude multiple impacts,

most likely rage,

probably that crowbar.

But none of that impact,

cast-off spatter hoo-ha allows you

to state to a certainty who did it

or exactly what was used to do it.

Am I right, detective?

I'm sorry. I would need

a yes or no answer, detective.

Am I right?

Fine.

Thank you, sir.

Here's where it gets tricky.

You cannot start talking about
what or how your dad is.

It'll open the door on character evidence,

and then the prosecution can call

witnesses of their own to impeach him.

So what do I say, then?

You basically say that from
what you know of your father,

you simply cannot believe
he's capable of this crime.

Your testimony is not about him,

but rather about what you
feel and what you know.

It may seem like a distinction
without a difference,

but from an evidentiary
standpoint, it's not.

It's all just a game
with lawyers, isn't it?

I know this is hard, but
it's also important.

As Harry said, you're the only one

of his kids to stand up for him.

And after your older brother's testimony...

She's as ready as I can get her.

That's all I can tell you.

What about her?

I'm a little nervous about
turning a police witness over

to somebody I haven't
actually seen in action.

You know what her nickname
was at the D.A.'s office?

The smart bomber.

Like a surgeon, she's been known

to be up and down with a
witness in 30 seconds

and get everything in she wants.

You don't need to worry about Cassie.

Well, I do worry. I do worry.

What? What are you doing?

Okay.

You need to listen to me.

You're not having any fun.

You need to be having fun here, Harry.

Fun? A man's life is on the line.

If I lose, he might be put to death.

- Even so.
- Even...

Tommy, what's wrong with you?

You think this is all cause for amusement?

I think you're 62 years old, I'm in my 50s,

and it won't be long till you're the woman

who used to be Harry Korn,

and I'll be the guy that
used to be Tommy Jefferson.

You hear me, Harry?

We're not far from our "used to be" years.

Right now, you're in the game.

The world is watching.

A man's life is in the balance,

and you're right smack in the middle of it.

This may be the most relevant

15 minutes you'll ever know.

And trust me,

you do not want to wake
up ten years from now...

and say, "My God, why
didn't I savor it some?"

Yeah, there's pressure.

Yes, there's stress, but...

savor the moment,

because tomorrow, we could be yesterday.

That's what I'm saying.

Ms. Torres, thanks so much for waiting.

Okay.

Sorry, it's just all been a
bit of a whirlwind today.

Well, sometimes, I swear I don't
know if I'm coming or going.

Do you ever feel that way, Ms. Torres?

- Sometimes.
- Yeah.

I'll bet it's even worse for you since...

well...

you're a lunatic,

aren't you, Ms. Torres?

You know, I always get nervous

when I see lunatics on the
defense team's witness list.

You know what I think?

I think they're going to try to paint you

as a suspect.

I mean, you had keypad access,

you knew the house, hated the victim,

and you haven't got an alibi.

That would be awful, wouldn't it,

to be accused in court of
being the real killer?

And yet that's precisely what
I think they plan to do.

I mean, I can't say that I blame them.

I mean, if I can't get Eric Sanders

for this crime, you'd be my next choice.

And I'm sure we both hope that
I get Eric Sanders, don't we?

Oh, I understand you spoke
to defense counsel.

I'd like to know what you
said to them, please.

Well...

Oh, dear.

Seems I've made you nervous.

I... I can do that to people.

I've really got to get
better at small talk.

Let's just start again with
some small talk, okay?

How's your immigration status, dear?

As you can see,

security cameras point east,
west, north and south.

Anybody coming or going,

there would be a video record of it.

- How many cameras are we talking about?
- 12 in all.

You can see they cover
the entire perimeter.

And, detective, was there any video record

of anybody coming or going the night Mrs.
Sanders was murdered?

Nothing from 6:00 when she arrived home,

till after midnight when
the police showed up.

Nobody came, nobody went?

That's correct.

Thank you.

The northwest corner of
the house right here...

there's a blind spot, right?

- This part right here?
- Yes.

I believe that part actually
is the very corner.

- But there's no door or window there.
- Thank you.

And all the security cameras,
they point outwards?

- Yes.
- So you can't see

flush against the house anywhere?

Well...

no, flush against the house isn't covered.

So if one were to approach
exactly at the northwest point,

hug the house, he or she could
walk to any door at all,

completely undetected, am I correct?

I suppose that's possible, yes.

Thank you, sir.

Okay.

With that much blood, to be
able to track out of the house

without leaving a trace...

If the killer changed clothes
right in the bathroom,...

We just don't think it would be possible

- for somebody...
- ...put the bloody garments...

- ...that immaculate.
- ...in a bag.

I heard horrible, horrible
screams from the upstairs.

That's why I called 911.

It could have been a man's screams.

That's what you told police, am I right?

Fingerprints, forensics...

all belonging to him.

If he were trying to resuscitate her...

- I am positive.
- Can't be sure...

Repeated banging to the head.

...as to who did it.

- Bang, bang, bang, bang...
- Could have been anybody.

- Right on the head.
- Never trusted that man.

You didn't really know him.

Gave me a weird feeling to be around him.

Fantasists are just that,
they're fantasists.

"How glorious it would be to
creep up from behind..."

They rarely act out, am I right, doctor?

"...and smash her head like a melon."

- Homicidal, psychotic...
- ...never examine my client.

- Clearly a sociopath.
- Never so much as met with him.

- Extremely dangerous.
- Read a couple police files.

Ellen Sanders was no day at the beach.

She could be cold,

and, frankly, a little unlikeable.

But at her core,

she was a woman about integrity,

about charity and family.

- You knew her well?
- I daresay, I knew her best.

She worked with me and for me for 16 years.

She was perhaps my closest friend.

And in the course of your
close friendship, Ms. Waters,

did she ever have occasion
to talk about her husband?

- Many times.
- Do you recall

if she ever made any
remarks about him in a way

that is revelatory to you now

- in the light of her death?
- Objection. Vague.

Sustained.

Did she ever make any statements that would

occasion you to believe that
her husband killed her?

Objection. Leading.

Sustained.

Let's just speed this up, shall we?

Tell the District Attorney

what she told you she wants you to say.

- Objection.
- Counsel, step up.

I'll put you both in a

damn cell together if you
don't watch yourselves.

Your Honor, could that question

have been any more loaded or leading?

I sustained your objection, counsel.

What you just did was
every bit as offensive.

Do not push me any further,
either one of you.

Ms. Waters,

what, if anything, did the victim tell you

that you believe might relate to her death?

She told me on multiple occasions
that her husband scared her.

That he was capable of flash rage,

and sometimes she felt that
he would just explode.

In the weeks before her death,

she said that she thought
he was increasingly

psychologically unstable.

That's character evidence.

Thank you, Ms. Waters.

You said she felt threatened.

Did she say he made threats?

I'm not aware of specific threats.

Anybody, including you,
ever call the police

to report my client as a threat?

Not to my knowledge.

Thank you.

Did you kill her?

- Objection.
- Ms. Korn!

I don't mean to be offensive,

but right before her death,
the victim tore up her will.

A lot of charitable institutions lost out.

The biggest being "Save Our Ocean"...
Ms. Waters' nonprofit.

Your foundation lost millions of dollars,

- didn't it?
- You make me sick.

Ms. Waters, I don't think you
killed your best friend,

but I'll tell you what turns my stomach.

You had access, you knew the keypad code,

and you perhaps even had motive,

and I bet I'm the first person

to ever ask you where you were that night.

- Objection.
- And I object to the fact

that you never investigated
anybody but my client.

- You just made up your mind.
- Objection!

- All right...
- Move to strike.

Ms. Korn, that's enough. You're done.

I hope I didn't come off a total monster.

Oh, not to worry, Harry.

The real monster goes up next.

Just be genuine. The most important...

just be as human as you possibly can.

It's a little dangerous
making me testify, isn't it?

Beyond. We've talked about Remmick.

Do not take the bait, do not show

any flashes of anger,

and, of course, don't hit her on the head.

It's a funny thing,

gallows humor, isn't it?

Likely invented by someone
being thrown to the wolves,

which, when you think about it...

We'll start with you...

then Bethany, then the housekeeper.

Maybe back to you if I need to recall you.

Okay.

All in all,

Philadelphia, right?

The hatred was real, as was the rage.

Writing about spousicide

was a way of processing it, decompressing

by composing the angry e-mail you
never plan to actually send.

I never would have or could have

acted upon anything I wrote in my journal.

For your wife to be killed
almost exactly that way...

Somebody must have read it,

and then devised a plan

to kill her and frame me for it.

Funny that you never mentioned
that to the police,

or even the existence

of the journal, much less its contents.

I was in shock.

I'd just discovered my murdered wife.

I was essentially placed under arrest

before I had a chance to tell you anything.

After that, I was advised by
counsel not to speak with you.

So you met with your lawyer
and then quickly switched

from grieving mode to
let's-not-get-convicted mode?

- Objection.
- Sustained.

Must be awful not being allowed to grieve.

Not being allowed to commiserate
even with your own children,

because they're all
convinced that you did it.

- Objection!
- Bethany didn't say anything...

Counsel, stop it right now.

So, someone sneaked into your house,

killed your wife in a bloody mess

and yet managed to sneak
out leaving no trail,

no sign even of having been there,

all the while, you lay sleeping?

Wow.

That's really good.

And also whoever did it,

managed to incorporate your method,

your rage and hatred as described

exactly in your journal.

Really good.

How dare you be snide.

- A woman's dead.
- Oh, I know that, sir.

A woman you hated.

A woman you wrote about killing.

A woman whose body was discovered with you,

with your DNA all over her.

Because I tried to save her.

You tried to save her?

Because you loved her.

Tell me, is there

a chapter in that journal
about you saving her?

I guess I skipped that one.

- Objection.
- Sustained.

My father is simply not capable
of that kind of violence.

You seem pretty sure.

He loved his family.

He stuck it out through a very
difficult marriage for the sake

of preserving the family unit.

So the idea that he would
kill his wife or mother

is repugnant.

For the longest time,

you remained convinced
that he did kill her.

The idea wasn't repugnant at all, was it?

I did think that at first, yes.

You thought that for a full year.

In fact, it didn't become repugnant

until about a week ago.

I curious, did it become repugnant

after Harry Korn came to see you?

- Objection.
- Sustained.

Bethany, when was the last
time you spoke to your mother?

I believe it was the
afternoon of her death.

- She called you?
- Yes.

What'd she say?

I don't really remember.

Just mother-daughter stuff, I guess.

This isn't true, Bethany.

You two didn't engage in much
mother-daughter stuff, did you?

What did she call to say?

Bethany, you're under oath,

subject to the pains and
penalties of perjury.

What did your mother tell you?

Ms. Sanders, please answer the question.

Honey, what did she say?

She was leaving my father.

She was filing for a divorce.

And did she indicate as when she

planned to tell your father this news?

She said she was going
to tell him that night.

Ms. Korn, one question.
How do you explain the fact

that no other person was
seen on the security camera?

Okay, let's have it.

I never told the district attorney this.

I don't even know how she found that out.

I never told anybody, not even my shrink.

Why the hell didn't you tell me?!

Because I thought...

I mean, I knew how bad it would look.

My mother tells my father she's
leaving and then she's killed?

I just... I thought that it would be better

if I didn't tell anybody.

I'm so sorry, daddy.

She never told me she wanted a divorce.

This is the first I'm hearing of it.

Wait. So how did Remmick find out?

Your siblings told me they
had absolutely no contact

with your mother.

I doubt they'd know.

So if you didn't talk to Roseanna, who did?

The defense recalls Corinne Waters.

- Uh, Harry, what are you doing?
- Playing a hunch.

Not in open court. You out of your mind?

It's the only forum available, Ollie.

- I can't invite the woman to tea.
- Harry, you can't just...

Sit the hell down. You're making a scene.

Ms. Waters, I'll remind you
that you're still under oath.

Ms. Waters, I was wondering,
anything you forget to include

in your testimony, or should I say

anything you were you were
very specific to exclude?

Well, I may have left out
that you disgust me,

but certainly I thought that was implied.

Yeah.

You said Ellen Sanders
was your best friend.

She was more than your best friend,

wasn't she, Corinne?

I'm sorry. You didn't hear the question?

I'll rephrase it. Maybe that'll help.

Were you Mrs. Sanders' lover, Corinne?

Settle down.

See, the way I figure it,

if the victim was having an affair,

she might have told her lover

she was planning to divorce Eric,

and perhaps her lover
passed this information

on to the District Attorney.

Were you Mrs. Sanders' lover, Corinne?

My personal life is of no
concern to you or this court.

Oh, it's very much the concern
of both, I promise you.

Were you her lover?

Answer the question, Ms. Waters.

Yes.

Well, the plot certainly
thickens, doesn't it?

I hope you're pleased with yourself.

I have a husband.

Ah. Think he'll be pleased?

And I have kids.

And you may have just destroyed my family.

And for what, to get this murderer off?

Ms. Waters, if you had come clean with me,

I might have had options.

And you couldn't have been more wrong.

She was never gonna file for divorce.

She was leaving me for him.

He killed her to finally get rid of her.

Objection.

- Move to strike!
- You killed her

- because you wanted her money.
- Objection!

Ms. Waters, that is enough.

Well, if the goal was to get the jury

to hate somebody else
more than they do you,

I succeeded.

I think it was a net win.

You're always positive, aren't you?

No. I can be very negative
with certain things.

And people.

We've established that the
witness had a secret life.

Secrecy breeds doubt.

Let's just move on to Xenia Torres.

Try to do well with her.

I worked as their housekeeper for 18 years.

And Ms. Torres...

could you describe your relationship

with the Sanders for those many years?

It was professional.

It was never friendly.

Mr. Sanders scared me a little.

He scared you?

He would be moody,

sullen,

and sometimes he would
have unpredictable rages.

And what about your
relationship with Mrs. Sanders?

She was very cold.

Never happy with my work.

And your feelings for her?

It was very mixed.

I resented how she treated me,

but I was also devoted.

There were times Mr.
Sanders wanted to fire me,

but she said no.

She never told me that.

Let's turn to the day you were fired.

- Can we do that?
- Okay.

Can you tell us why you were fired?

Mrs. Sanders was not happy
with the way I made her bed.

Specifically, what was wrong
with the way you made her bed?

She was never specific with me.

She just said it wasn't good enough.

Had you made it any differently that day?

No.

Excuse me, one second.

She's lying, Harry.

The question is, did she lie
to you, or is she lying to me?

Cassie, I'm a little on the spot here.

I'm certain she was being truthful with me.

You'll testify to that?

I will.

She's lying now.

Sorry to keep you waiting, ma'am.

Tell me, did you put a dead rat
in Mrs. Sanders' bed?

No. No, I did not do this.

She said I did as an excuse
to fire me, but I never did.

Did you tell this woman,

Cassie Reynolds,

that you put a dead rat
in Mrs. Sanders' bed?

No, I never told her this.

Okay, Xenia.

This is where these
things can get interesting.

I'm about to disqualify Cassie Reynolds

as a participating attorney in this trial,

and, instead, call her as a witness.

Objection.

Overruled.

She will come up here

and, subject to the pains
and penalties of perjury,

testify as to what you told her.

But before I do that, I'm going to

give you one more chance
to answer the question,

reminding you that you, too, are subject

to the same pains and penalties.

Did you tell Cassie Reynolds

that you put a dead rat
in Ellen Sanders' bed?

Uh... I...

Is there a reason you're looking
to the District Attorney

for guidance in this matter?

Objection.

Overruled.

Did you tell Cassie you stuck a
rat in the woman's bed?

I... I only said that to mislead her

'cause I knew
she was defending Mr. Sanders.

Okay, Xenia, that's a good try.

But the truth always comes out,

as I'm sure you suspect.
I'm going to give you

one more chance to set the record straight.

Objection.

Overruled.

Did you tell Cassie Reynolds
that you did in fact

put the rat in the bed?

Yes.

Why did you just testify otherwise?

I... I have loved ones with Immigration.

Ms. Remmick said that if...
if I didn't testify properly,

my family would be deported.

- Your Honor, I did no such thing.
- Sit down!

This is very serious.

Look at me.

You need to tell me right now,

and it'd damn well better be the truth,

did the District Attorney threaten you?

She said that my family...

She told you to deny that

you put a rat in Mrs. Sanders' bed?

Yes.

She implied that I might be arrested

as a suspect in the case

if Mr. Sanders didn't get convicted.

You can step down now, Ms. Torres.

Your Honor, I haven't quite finished...

Step back, Ms. Korn. Step back.

Okay.

This case is over.

The charges against Mr. Sanders
are dismissed with prejudice

on the grounds of deliberate and
gross prosecutorial misconduct.

Ms. Remmick, I warned you.

I will be recommending you
for immediate disbarment.

Mr. Sanders, you are free to go.

- Oh, my God.
- We gotta get out of here.

- I'm claustrophobic.
- Get back!

Don't make me start swinging.

- Where the hell is security?
- Come on. Get back!

Stunned, shocked,

you could hear people gasp, even scream.

The entire room was rocked by this.

And no, Eric Sanders cannot be tried again.

Double jeopardy does apply.

He is a free man.

We are all still catching our breath.

And while this ruling

is certainly within the judge's discretion,

and there is precedent for it,

for a trial of this magnitude,

no one could possibly have
forecast such a development.

How could she take such a
stupid risk... Roseanna?

Because the judge was right.

She's psychotic.

Eric, you don't look very excited

for someone who just got his life back.

I'm thrilled, trust me.

I just can't quite believe it.

But to be honest,

I wish you could have kept going, Harry...

reveal Xenia as the
killer if she's the one.

Remember my prayer...

I had to know I couldn't do this.

Oh, I think you know the
answer to that question, Eric.

Don't you?

I mean, when you really think about it,

we know the killer was
diabolical, had access,

probably motive

and above all, an enormous amount of hatred

not just for your wife, but for you.

This was a meticulous frame-job.

Everything planned, right down
to saving a choice little nugget

for trial just to bury you.

What are you talking about?

Your mother never planned to get a divorce.

You made this divorce thing up

just to give the prosecution motive.

Roseanna Remmick got that from
you, didn't she, Bethany?

What?

You're out of your mind.

I hacked into a few phone records.

Quite a few calls of late
between you and the D.A.

You killed your mother.

You had access to both the
place and the journal.

You knew your mother's bath routine,

your father's addiction
to sleeping pills...

You knew about the crawl-space
above the bathroom

and the one spot

where the security cameras
wouldn't detect you.

This was a total inside job.

Bethany?

Why?

Why?

Don't listen to her.

Why would I kill mom?

She was always so sweet to me

and kind and gentle.

And the way that you just let her go on

being so kind and gentle to me?

Why would I ever frame you, daddy?

You were the one who
enabled her to pummel me

with all that sweetness.

I'm indebted to you.

I'm daddy's little girl.

Mommy and daddy dearest,

I was doubly blessed.

Tell me, daddy,

do you ever take bubble baths?

You played us so perfectly,

setting yourself up as a
defense witness, only to...

Was that Roseanna's idea, or yours?

Oh, I think you're being a fantasist...

just like daddy.

Wow.