Harry's Law (2011–2012): Season 2, Episode 5 - Bad to Worse - full transcript

♪ It's a new dawn ♪

♪ it's a new day ♪

♪ it's a new life for me ♪

♪ yeah, it's a new dawn ♪

♪ it's a new day ♪

♪ it's a new life for me ♪

♪ and I'm feeling good. ♪

Aah.

Hey, Harry.

This is Richard Cross.

Good for him. Where's the coffee?



Uh, he has a problem; he'd
specifically like to hire you.

Yeah, tell him I'm not in.

What the hell was in
that scotch last night?

Scotch.

Excuse me, I have a rather serious issue

to discuss if you don't mind.

I do, actually; beat it,
I'm not receiving today.

What kind of scotch?

This is an emergency!

♪ It's a new dawn ♪

♪ it's a new day ♪

♪ it's a new life ♪

♪ for me... ♪

Richard: I failed a student



who rejected darwinism.

This on a biology exam.

Fired for basically teaching
biology in a biology class.

Okay. Let's assume for the
sake of argument that I care.

You now want to what, sue?

And pay me on the teacher's
salary which you no longer have?

- That was not acceptable.
- Okay.

Um, I'm just gonna throw this out there.

Is there a possibility

that your discharge was
personality-related?

- Is there a reason you're staring at me, Adam?
- What?

Oh, well...

Was I staring?

- Very intensely.
- Oh.

Well, you're incredibly beautiful,

and I was staring because...

well, with women like you,
I tend to be invisible

so I can usually get away with it.

That was good.

But I guess since you're not invisible,

I must not be as pretty as you say I am.

What is this? All flirty,
flirty before we go to court?

- You can't go dressed like that.
- Why not?

He bought me this dress.

My office now.

Now he's getting cross.

- He's cute when he gets cross, don't you...
- Tammy.

I don't think you get it.

You could be going to prison.

You might want to dress
like you have half a brain.

Oh, come on, Ollie.

First, it would be a mistake

to look too sophisticated,
given the charges,

plus, if memory serves me,

this look can be very, very winning.

What are you doing?

You need to relax.

Tammy...

you're facing prison.

Now, even if I could relax,
how the hell can you?

How about blue?

You said blue is my color.

Can I wear blue?

Harry's Law 2x05 - Bad To Worse
Original air date October 19, 2011

Jason: He was not terminated

for teaching darwinism.

That's a lie, Jason.

That psychotic minister
saddled me as his crusade.

He's got the school board by the
balls, and he's got yours, too.

Did you even notice that?

Did you notice your balls were missing?

- What?
- We are here to finesse him, remember?

Mr. Scott, why was my client terminated?

It was due to budget cuts.

Oh, please, please.

You let me go,

an... and you keep Petit,

you keep Sylvia, you keep Lipshultz!

Give me a break.

Please, give me a break!

You know what, Richard?

You could have given this kid a break.

You could have given this school a break.

You could've given one to me.

What did I ever do to you?

Zack Elwood was on the
fast track to Harvard.

Do you have any idea what that
would have meant for us...

to place a student in an
Ivy League university?

An Ohio public school, that
doesn't happen very often.

It would have been a feather

for me, for the school,

but no, you just had to
make a point, didn't you?!

Mr. Scott,

I gotta say,

this whole thing has a bit
of a funny smell to it.

He was fired due to budget cuts.

And we know that to be true

because right here, if you look
where it says "explanation,"

it says "budget cuts." See?

And if I depose you, you're
prepared to say "budget cuts"

under oath, subject to the pains
and penalties of perjury?

Is that a threat?

A very real one I'm
prepared to make good on.

Why don't you just go to the
school board, talk to them.

Are they forcing your hand?

Are they, sir?

It's possible this minister
is wielding some influence.

Why don't you go try and defuse him?

And if not him, then...

maybe the kid.

I'm not your problem here.

Trust me.

♪ Devil with the blue dress ♪

♪ blue dress, blue dress ♪

♪ devil with the blue dress on ♪

♪ let me tell ya, love

♪ devil with blue dress on ♪

♪ oh, look at, look at that ♪

♪ devil with the blue dress on... ♪

Mitchell: I'd been through a rough divorce.

Friends told me of this
online dating service

which catered to older, divorced men.

I checked it out.

Sophisticated, attractive women

who enjoyed the company of older men.

Well, I submitted my profile,

and they proffered me potential matches,

one of which was the
defendant, whom I chose.

Who wouldn't?

And what happened next, Mr. Mitchell?

We met for coffee.

Hit it off, graduated to a few dinners,

and...

- You became lovers.
- Yes, sir.

After a certain point, it
seemed to become serious.

After which...

well, I guess I lavished her a bit.

When you say "lavished her"...

Trips to Europe, sometimes on private jets.

A car.

A condominium in Paris.

After it became serious,

I... I wanted to see more and more of her.

She wanted to maintain
her independent life.

I, uh, I guess I became jealous.

So I hired a private investigator.

And what'd you learn?

That she was seeing four other men.

All of whom she'd met through the service.

Which service was hers, by the way.

Founder and CEO.

She launched it to defraud
old saps like me.

Did my client disclose

that she was the founder
and CEO of the service?

She did, yes, but...

Thank you.

As I review your file, sir,

I see you were looking for an
attractive female, mid-30s,

college-educated, somebody
who enjoyed travel,

fine wine and classical music.

- Did she meet your qualifications, sir?
- Yes.

You enjoyed spending
time with Tammy Benoit...

the dinner, the travel...
she made you happy?

- Yes.
- In fact, you told family members

and friends you couldn't
remember ever having

been more happy, isn't that right, sir?

Okay.

You said you were lovers.

If you don't mind my
asking, the sex was good?

Yes.

- Was it really good?
- Yes.

- Was it really, really good?
- All right.

Look, unless I'm missing something here,

you got everything you were looking for

except, well, since you weren't looking

for an exclusive relationship,
seems to me you got everything.

- Did you get everything, sir?
- She led me to believe

that the relationship was
exclusive after a certain point.

Did she tell you that you were
the only man in her life?

When a woman accepts a
condominium in Paris,

one can infer exclusivity.

Oh, so she didn't tell you,
but you inferred it.

Even though she told you

she wanted to maintain her independence,

you inferred exclusivity

just the same.

I appreciate you taking the
time to talk to me about this.

My pleasure.

Truth be told,

I look at any visitor as
fresh congregant meat.

That was a joke.

Ah. Well, as I said on the phone,

it seems that much of the
tumult at the school

regarding Mr. Cross has been
generated by your efforts.

And I'm rather sorry about that.

I was simply trying to
right what I perceived

to be an egregious wrong.

And your solution was
to get a teacher fired?

Are you a Christian, Ms. Korn?

No, I'm Jewish.

Ah.

If the implication is,
I'm some kind of bigot,

I have to say I'm offended.

This has nothing to do with faith.

I'm here because a biology
teacher was fired

for teaching evolution.

Well, I suppose that's
your way of looking at it.

What would be yours?

A gifted, young student,

with a bright academic future,

was torpedoed by a zealous
teacher looking to make a point.

And how about you, sir, are
you looking to make a point?

The boy was given a failing grade

for maintaining his Christian position.

Does that strike you as fair?

Pastor, in this day and age,

when so many high school
educators are guilty of

test-tampering or changing grades

to qualify for bonuses or grants,

here we have a teacher
sticking to his principles

and the purity of teaching
his subject matter;

and for that, you helped get him fired.

Do you have a response to that?

I think we should agree
to disagree, counsel.

Your concern is with the teacher;

mine is with the student.

The only difference being,

I don't bill out for mine at $400 an hour.

Forgive me, pastor...

and trust me, this doesn't
come from a religious place...

but are you by chance, a prick?

Why don't we let that be your final word.

This is just too delicious,
I can't stand it.

The man who single-handedly ruins my life

is here asking me to save him.

I was bound for Harvard, did you know that?

It's come up.

2,300 boards, fives in all of my APs,

straight As in all my
courses except biology,

president of a dozen clubs,
community service,

and add to that, do you know
who I've got on my side?

God.

Zack, you're certainly smart enough

to know that calling Darwin a crock

could jeopardize your success on that exam.

I said it was a crock to say

Darwin or natural selection
explained everything,

evolution has gaps,

and there's a growing list
of respected scientists

who would agree with that.

But you didn't reference
any of the scientists!

You provided no rationale whatsoever.

You just wrote "crock"!

Misspelled, by the way... c-r-o-c.

At first, I thought he meant a reptile.

All right.

Zack, you gotta admit this
has gone a little too far.

Let me tell you something.

It just so happens a friend of my father's

has procured an interview for
me with Harvard tomorrow.

Don't ask me how he got it, but he did.

I've been offered a chance

to explain this failing grade.

Now, you better pray

it goes well. Do you pray, Mr. Cross?

Because, should I not succeed,

should I not get into Harvard which,

by the way, I've only
worked my entire life for...

And by "entire life," he
means junior year, but okay.

Zack, reasonable minds can come
to a reasonable solution here.

Yeah. Nice try.

He was completely uncompromising

until he got fired,

and now he comes wagging the olive branch?

Nice try.

Zack.

It's my life here.

And it was my life, too, Mr. Cross.

It was my life, too.

She most certainly made me feel

that I was the most special man
in her life, if not the only.

And...?

And that was a lie.

I was not special at all,

and given that she profited financially

from making me feel that way,
what is that, if not fraud?

And how did she financially profit, sir?

Oh, let's see...

a house in Cabo San Lucas for starters.

Then another in Telluride.

She milked me like a cash cow,

preying on my loneliness, my libido...

You joined a service

looking for companionship
with an attractive woman.

You got my client,

who made you feel like the
most special man on earth,

she milked your libido like
a cow, and you complain?

You think this is funny?

Wouldn't you?

If you were in a relationship,

a girl's heart got broken,

and you had to face jail,

wouldn't that be good for a laugh?

We're not here because
I have a broken heart.

- Sure we are.
- No.

It's because she profited financially

from our relationship...

As did your first wife, and
your second, and your third.

Did you have them arrested?

This is your pattern, isn't it, sir?

You fall in love, throw money at
the objects of your affection...

- Objection!
- These gifts were your choices.

She didn't take, she didn't defraud,

you lavished... am I right, sir?

She made me feel like she loved me!

Are you sure she didn't?

The fact that she was seeing other men,

does that negate her feelings for you?

She was having sex with other men!

Well, so what?
What if you were married to her?

Would that make it okay for
her to have sex with others?

What?

No. Of course not.

Would you have her arrested?

Course not.

It's a no-fault state.

Funny, though, isn't it, sir?

You can arrest a girlfriend,
but can't arrest a wife.

Does that make sense to you, sir?

Make sense to you? To anybody?

She's being prosecuted for

committing fraud, not adultery.

Oh, no, no, she's being
prosecuted because this man

is rich enough to have
influence in your office.

- Objection! Move to strike that!
- Women accept gifts all the time.

This is the first time I've ever
heard of one being arrested...

- There's been no undue influence exercised...
- All right!

Let me ask you, sir: did you tell her

you were looking for either
love or exclusive sex,

'cause you didn't say that in your profile.

Maybe you are the one guilty of fraud.

Did the police question you?

Should he be arrested? Anyone?

- Anyone?
Taylor: - Objection!

Mr. Richard!

All right, next up is your testimony.

Which is basically our whole case,

so let's get you ready.

Aye, aye, captain.

Easy, boy.

- Excuse me?
- Okay, look.

Tammy, you really do need
to start appreciating

the severity of this.

And Ollie...

maybe you could dial it back a notch.

Excuse me?

You're doing a great job so far,

don't get me wrong,

but you went a little too far
with your cross of Stone.

You going to tell me how to try a case?

No. I'm just saying you're not likely

to get the jury to like her, and that means

they better like you.

I didn't go too far.

He's just trying to impress you.

- No, I'm not.
- Sure you are.

- No, I'm not.
- Sure you are.

All right, guys, calm down.
I love you both.

Okay, just stop it!

You need to start getting serious.

- Hey, wasn't that my line?
- Damn it.

Your testimony tomorrow is critical.

You gotta impress the jury

that you're genuine,
you're honest, sincere...

What, are you gonna fake that?

Get her ready, I'm done.

You don't have to get me ready.

I know what I have to
do; what I have to be.

It seems feelings are a little in play.

He's the one with the problem.

You still love him, don't you?

A little?

Did he break your heart?

Is that really relevant to the case, Adam?

Well, it would be relevant,
if your heartache

affects your testimony.

It won't.

Tammy, can you look at me?

I think you've been
covering a lot with humor.

You can't do that tomorrow.

Nor can you seem guarded or shut down,

like you are right now.

The jury needs to see you as human, open...

most of all, vulnerable.

Okay.

You're really sweet, aren't you?

I bet you date sweet girls.

I never get the sweet guys.

I...

Hey...

what about wardrobe?

What should I wear for
the testimony tomorrow?

Any ideas?

Well, you sure look fantastic in blue.

Then blue it is.

Blue it is.

If I may, Zack,

what is your endgame in all this?

My endgame?

Obviously, to go to
Harvard divinity school.

Okay.

And may I ask, does it have to be Harvard?

There are others.

- No, there aren't.
- Actually, there are.

No. There are not.

Well... you realize

Harvard turns down kids
with perfect boards,

and GPAs of five-plus.

You do have a few backups at least, right?

He told me if I worked for it,

it would happen, and so it is so, okay?

Who told you?

God told you you'd get into Harvard?

Zachary?

Mom, just stay out of it, okay?

If God promised you you'd get
into an Ivy League school...

did you actually hear his voice?

He didn't tell me directly, okay?

He told somebody else.

Somebody else.

Who?

Pastor Darcy?

God told pastor Darcy you
would go to Harvard?

Well, I would have if your
client hadn't screwed the deal.

If these men were looking

for exclusivity,

I never would've submitted
myself as a potential match.

I guess they felt

that their respective relationships

had progressed to the point

where they could assume exclusivity.

And I'm sorry that happened.

Truthfully, I am.

But it's a mistake they made.

If anything, I made my independence

a very clear priority.

Okay, but...

Tammy, come on.

How do you accept a condominium in Paris

from someone you're not serious with?

I love nice things.

It's a bit of a weakness.

I grew up poor, I held
rich people on a pedestal

and I've always craved a wealthy lifestyle.

I also...

My father was a very important
influence on my life.

I think I enjoy the safety and

security of older men.

Five relationships.

All with lonely rich guys

who bought you things worth
millions of dollars.

The web site's target demo
was older wealthy men.

Certainly your target demo.

I was completely up-front about...

That makes it okay to exploit them?

That you were up-front about it?

I know more about each and
every one of your clients

than you could ever pretend to, Mr. Taylor.

Because they're intimate friends of mine.

The fact that they ended up
feeling hurt or betrayed

doesn't negate the fact that I adored them,

I cared about them,

and if you must know, I miss them.

Yes, that's really moving, sweet.

These men all happen to have
gone through rough divorces,

or tragic deaths of their wives.

Each and every one of them
was particularly fragile.

Let's take a look at the potential matches

you proffered these clients.

Gee, what a surprise they all chose you.

What do you think they
saw in you, I wonder?

First of all, my women clients
are typically over 40.

Second, we use a pretty
advanced algorithmic formula

that does the match-ups.

The computer selected me
as a potential match.

And did the computer say

these men wanted to be scammed,
lied to, cheated on...

Objection!

Exclusivity was not a criteria

and I never lied to anybody.

If anyone's guilty of lying,
it's you right now.

So you're the kind of woman who
likes being with five men.

Monogamy just doesn't cut it for you.

Did you not hear my question?

I heard your question.

I tried monogamy years ago.

It didn't work out.

So been there, done that.

The "old rich guy" thing is a better gig.

I get how people don't
approve of me, Mr. Taylor.

But whatever one might think...

I have never, nor could I
ever think of a relationship,

especially an intimate one, as a "gig."

Child endangerment?

For cultivating a young
man's interest in the word?

I really think not.

You stepped over a line here, pastor.

Telling him God would get him into Harvard.

I never actually said that.

I simply said God listens to our prayers.

It went a little beyond that.

So why are you here, Ms. Korn?

To sue me?

You huff and puff so.

You remind me of the big bad wolf.

I do more than huff and puff.

I did a little checking on you.

You're a registered republican.

You might consider that
the leading republican

candidate for president

doesn't believe in separation
of church and state.

He thinks evolution

is "out there."

You might want to get with the program.

You ever think about that?

What strikes me

as most "out there" at the moment is you.

And the idea that the political climate

is changing... to the point
where all the narrow-minded,

backward-thinking, Bible-thumping ants

can come crawling

out of the woodwork now

and join the picnic... that
is truly frightening.

Zack Elwood has a divinical future.

Your client squashed it.

He needs to be held accountable.

You want to take me to court, counsel,

you certainly know how to do it.

But you will not

be huffing and puffing me away.

You want something?

Well, listen, I...

I suspect you once cared about Tammy.

Perhaps you still do.

Whether or not you want people
to know that, or her to know it,

if you're concerned with winning the case,

you might want to let the
jury somehow know it.

That she's somebody worth caring about.

Is that it?

Yeah.

Think you might still love her some.

Richard, I don't know what to tell you.

We could sue, but...

I'm afraid we'd still be
firing an empty cannon.

You could come out the one

getting the brunt of the damage.

I think you should walk away.

You mean give up.

Kills me to say it. It's not in my DNA.

Look, the parents

certainly have standing
to go after the pastor,

but I'm not really sure you do,

except for interference with contract,

which I don't really think is a winner.

- Harry...
- We need to look at the bigger picture now,

which is finding you future employment.

If we make a big mess out of this,

you could end up unhireable.

My life...

just goes from bad to worse.

It's not like I wake up

and expect good things to happen,

but this is so unfair.

You know, a lie isn't always what you say,

sometimes it's what you don't say.

She never ever told any of these men,

"oh, by the way, I'm
seeing other men, too."

She led them to believe...

if not with words,
certainly with conduct...

that they were special,

that she was their significant other.

And as a result of feeling
that way, of believing her,

they spent millions on her.

She got rich.

They got fleeced.

And emotionally devastated.

And what about this service of hers...

What was that, if not a scam?

You saw the other female candidates.

These men had the choice between

Nancy Pelosi or Barbara
Bush lookalikes, or her.

What a shock they picked Tammy.

She set it all up, didn't she?

Lonely men.

They were easy pickings for
a girl who looks like that.

She was smarter than all of them.

I bet she figures she's
smarter than you, too.

They were not duped.

These are sophisticated men.

They know how to draw up contracts.

Half of them had prenups
in their prior marriages.

And if they felt that
they were the only one,

it's perhaps because they

allowed themselves to believe that.

That's what men do.

I know some fat little old bald
guys who think their wives

aren't attracted to anyone but them.

It's what we do... men.

It's called the male ego gene.

But there's another reason these men

were convinced that Tammy cared about them.

She did.

She was generally drawn to older men...

a lot of women are... wiser
men... a lot of women are...

and yes, successful men.

A lot of women are.

It was her father, in fact,

who would encourage her
to find a successful man.

Somebody who can take care of you.

Tammy Benoit always listened to her father.

She was a daddy's girl.

She was a daddy's girl.

And when her father died,

it was her longing for a
father figure, in part,

Unconventional? Sure.

She always was.

But genuine, honest, loving

absolutely.

Always.

None of these men have
made a case for fraud.

There was no quid pro quo for the gifts.

There was no representation by Tammy

that she'd be exclusive to them.

There was no suggestion of undue influence.

We're here because they're hurt.

But there hasn't been a crime.

Now, maybe, if this still
shocks your conscience,

we should pass a new law.

From now on, if you want to date someone

because you want to live in luxury,

you have to put it in writing in advance.

You have to declare your motives...

your love of luxury and wealth,
your disinterest in exclusivity.

You have to legally make all
these representations up front

just like...

just like Tammy Benoit did
with each of these men.

Unconventional? Sure.

But genuine, honest,

loving... always.

Always.

Just kills me. The idea of this pastor...

it just kills me to eat this.

My thoughts?

You could still try this

in the court of public opinion,
exactly as the pastor has done,

is doing and will continue to do.

I can make more noise than anybody.

I could eat this guy for lunch.

Turn the case over to Mr. Noise now.

Let Tommy bring it home.

I'm tempted to let you try.

This is Harry.

I have a bigger problem.

Richard?

There's,

um...

Richard, what's going on?

There's a dead woman in the back of my car.

This is my client's house.

Richard Cross... he's mine. He inside?

He's in the squad car.

What happened?

I came out, I went to my garage.

I looked in the back seat... there she was.

Who is she?

First name's Mindy.

At least I think.

As far as a last name,
your guess is as good.

I decided to feel sorry
for myself last night.

I do it better with liquor.

I went to a bar.

She sat down next to me. We start talking.

I tell her my whole sad story.

She tells me hers.

She's trapped in an abusive marriage.

Very bad combination...
alcohol and compassion.

So before you know it, we
wind up back at my place

and... you know.

So your DNA is on this dead woman.

Okay. Look, they'll take
you down to the precinct

and want to question you.

I'm not going to allow it.

I don't see the point.

But your not talking

increases the likelihood you'll be charged.

I'll find out what I can.

I'll meet you at the station.

In the meantime, no talking.

How long will they deliberate?

No telling.

We'll hang out here for an hour or so.

If there's no indication, we
can take off, be on call.

Thanks for the closing.

I know you meant it.

I'm going to, uh...

take it outside, okay?

Get some air.

He used to say "take it
outside" all the time.

You still say that, Ollie?

"Take it outside"?

Sometimes.

I won't stray far.

You can text me if...

That was a good closing.

Thanks.

Can I ask you...

when you two were together,
were there others?

I'm sorry?

I don't mean for her, but for you.

Did you have other
girlfriends while with her?

Never mind.

Never mind "never mind".
I know what you meant.

Am I the reason she is the way she is?

- I know what you meant.
- Are you?

Let me tell you something, sport.

Adam.

Don't try to get in my head.

You don't want to be in my head,
so don't try to get in my head.

People don't get in my
head, so just forget it.

Got it.

Heart?

People ever get in your heart?

What are you, touchy-feely
boy all of a sudden?

You trying to impress Tammy?

She doesn't go for touchy-feely. Trust me.

She likes...

Guys like you?

It isn't good, Richard.

Her throat was slit, she
bled out almost immediately.

There was some vaginal bruising, as well as

bruising on her arms.

The M.E.'s preliminary
call is obviously murder.

Together with rape.

What?

Look, we've got a lot of work to do here.

I can best do it if you're
completely straight with me.

It wasn't rape.

It was passionate. We... we...

It was physical, but you
have to believe me.

The sex was totally consensual.

If anything, she was the aggressor.

And I certainly didn't

slit her throat.

We've also learned the
identity of the woman.

Her name is...

was...

Karen Darcy.

The pastor's wife.

The pastor's wife?

Oh, my God. Did he offer to explain this?

Not really.

Harry, do you know what
to make of this guy?

How well do you know him?

I just met him.

He certainly didn't strike me as homicidal.

So what now? Where do you go from here?

I have no idea.

If I'm gonna assume
Richard didn't do this...

How do you assume that?

I don't really. I said "if."

It's not Richard, it has to be the pastor.

How do you figure?

Well, Richard said the woman
was in an abusive marriage,

and she kind of came onto him at the bar.

Maybe she almost targeted him in a way.

Targeted him?

As a way to lash out at her oppressor.

Screw the one guy the husband
seemed to have it in for.

It's a bit of a stretch.

I'm not sure even I could sell that.

So how does she end up dead?

Well, maybe the pastor was following her.

Followed her back to Richard's house.

Or she went home, rubbed
his nose in the fact

that she'd just been with
Richard, the pastor killed her,

drove the body back to Richard's house

and stuck her in the car to frame him.

I don't know.

Richard... he's antagonistic,

but he's not homicidal.

Where you going?

To play a hunch.

My name is Harriet Korn.

I've come to offer my condolences.

What the hell do you want?

I'm not here on behalf of
Richard Cross, I promise.

Look, things have changed.

You've suffered a horrible tragedy.

And as evil as I am, I'm not
about to come here and bait you.

Then why are you here?

Well, keeping in mind
that I am an attorney,

and therefore required by
law to be opportunistic,

I'm here to represent you, pastor.

Me?

Yes, sir.

I know you killed your wife, sir.

I know you didn't mean to
or perhaps want to, but...

look, I've represented a
lot of clergy in the past.

Usually priests.

The one thing I know is that they have

a hard time recovering
psychologically from their sins.

After all, they have to believe
in the salvation of their souls

more than anything.

I mean, what's to become
of your soul, pastor?

You slit a woman's throat.

A person so devoutly
religious couldn't possibly

reconcile himself with that kind of...

You are now going to be damned, pastor.

Please, get out of my house.

If I could just finish, please.

There is hope.

As you quite well know,

God forgives those who
confess their trespasses.

As for the criminal side,
I am a defense attorney,

and I know my business.

This was a crazed act.

If a man kills while in
the immediate throes

of just having discovered
his wife's infidelity,

it's temporary insanity.

I guess what I'm trying to say is,

it's not too late.

You can safeguard your
soul and your freedom.

But only if you come
forward now and confess.

The cover-up will do you in.

As sure as I'm standing here right now,

the cover-up will be your ruin.

Let me help you, pastor.

Did he admit anything?

Not really.

But he didn't actually deny it.

And sometimes, the court
will deem that an admission.

But I do think he did it.

Are the police investigating him?

They damn well better.

You know, as awful as all of this is...

and it's all awful, it's nightmarish...

you know what my biggest
nightmare always used to be?

That I would die

an uninteresting man.

Never having lived an interesting life.

Nothing to be said about, no
matter if he lived or died.

It's #$&@ interesting now, isn't it?

Are you okay?

I'm great.

You?

Okay, the defendant will please rise.

Members of the jury, have you
reached a unanimous verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

In the matter of the State of Ohio

versus the defendant Tammy Benoit

on charges of theft by
fraudulent pretenses,

we find the defendant, on
all five counts, guilty.

Sentencing will be scheduled
next Tuesday, 10:00.

Look, we'll appeal. It's not over.

Tammy, look at me. It's not over.

I'll see you after you're processed.

They're taking me to jail now?

Just for processing.

You'll be out pending sentencing.

Ma'am, we got to go. Come on.

Tammy, it is not over.

It's not, Tammy. We'll fight.

I promise you, we'll fight.

I'll see you in a few hours.

Ollie...

It's just for processing.

It'll be okay.

Every count?

Every count.

Grounds for appeal?

We'll look for them, but...

How's Ollie?

I don't think too good. He's in his office.

I think he still has a
lot of feelings for her.

I'll talk to him.

This is Harry.

Yes.

He was found about an hour ago,
hanging right over the altar.

Do we know if... did he kill Mrs. Darcy?

According to his note, yeah.

There's some blood on his shoes, too.

Detective, may I?

Go with God, Zack.

Go with God.

Did he say in the note what...?

Evidently, he came to kill your client,

after some college interview went south.

And when he saw her leaving his apartment,

he decided to kill her and frame him.

Figured it would hurt more.

This kid thought to...?

Pastor, I don't know what to say.

I'm so sorry for...

Well, you weren't that far off, were you?

He was a devoutly religious boy.

I suppose he couldn't reconcile
himself with what he'd done.

Please forgive me for thinking...

That I was a murderer?

I suppose I was guilty

of thinking the same thing of your client,

when all he did wrong was screw my wife.