Medium (2005–2011): Season 3, Episode 20 - Head Games - full transcript

WOMAN:
Oh, my God, you're
gambling again.

Hey, I'm talking
to you!

Yeah, yeah, I know, babe.

If you could just
hold that thought till the end
of this quarter.

You want to put
that back on?

No, I don't.

In case you've forgotten,

it's my money that's
paying for this room,

just like it's going
to be my money that covers your bad bet.

Fine.
Message delivered.

It's your money we play
with in this marriage.



You're the one with
the trust fund.

Now put the
set back on.

You know, Walt,
it's times like these

I thank God
my mother made me get a prenup.

What?

You going to hit me?

Go ahead.

Make all this even easier.

Hit you?

Are you kidding?

I wish you were dead.

Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.

Walt?

Natalie Paxton?



How did you know?

'Cause you grabbed
your neck.

You always
grab your neck

when you're dreaming
about Natalie Paxton.

I guess I
do, don't I?

Oh, well, those dreams
can't go on much longer.

Tomorrow's closing
arguments, right?

So it seems pretty clear
that jury's gonna

send her husband
away forever.

Let's hope so.

And the only thing I
don't get is how

after having the same dream
over and over again,

it still manages
to scare you.

I don't know.

The whole thing
is so morbid.

The guy kills
his wife.

He chops off
her head.

And then takes it,
puts it somewhere.

Hides it somewhere.

But, honey, you've dreamt
this dream how many times now?

I mean, after a while,

don't you start
to get a little... desensitized?

No, I don't.
Not even a little.

Personally,
I'm starting to think

it might be time
to have a conversation with the late Mrs. Paxton.

Explain to her
there may be other dead people

who need your help,

and she can't be monopolizing
your dreamtime like this.

Yeah? Well, next time
I see her, I'll tell her.

Right after I ask her where her loving husband
stashed her head.

Allison!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

It was Natalie.

Paxton. Got it.

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Girls, come on!

I've got cereal
getting soggy in here!

Sweetie, what is it?
What's wrong?

Are you hurt?

Well, I don't
understand.

Why aren't
you talking?

She can't talk.

She's not allowed.

Not allowed?

She's jinxed!

Okay, Ariel, why don't you
tell me what's going on here?

Well, Marie sneezed
this morning

and that person over there and I
both said "bless you,"

so I jinxed her.

And now she can't speak
until someone says her name,

or she'll have bad luck
for the rest of her life.

You're kidding. I remember this
from when I was a girl.

Honey, it's okay.

It's just a game.
It's not true.

Yes, it is.

And it's not a game.

It's a curse
that's been around for thousands of years.

Don't do it, Mom,
or you'll have bad luck for the
rest of your life.

Bridgette.

Bridgette, Bridgette, Bridgette.

Thank you!

I thought I wouldn't
ever be able to talk again!

Oh, no, that'd
be awful.

Okay, guys, come on,
finish your cereal.

I gotta go talk to Daddy.

Hey.

Help me out here.

Which, which one
of these shirts looks the most
well-adjusted?

Well, I say the...
the one on the left looks,

uh, a little
paranoid to me.

And the one on the right looks
like it has anger issues.

Pretty excited about going
to the therapist, huh?

Oh, yeah. Huh?

Well, you want some company?

Going to the company-
ordered shrink?

Well, yeah, I could drive you.

You know, wait with you.

Who knows? Maybe he'll even
let me come in with you.

Al, I can do this.

I appreciate the offer,
but I can do this.

No. I know you can.

You're worried
about me. I get it.

And I appreciate it, but
I'll be fine. I am fine.

You know, I think
they're right.

Maybe I went back
to work too soon,

so if they want me to go
talk to this guy,
I'm happy to go talk to this guy.

Besides, isn't today
closing arguments?

It's not like I'm
actually in the courtroom.

Devalos just likes to have me
around the office,

just hanging around
in case he needs something.

Trust me, he won't
even notice if I'm not there.

It's okay.

Be there. I'll be fine.

DEVALOS:
What does
"circumstantial" mean?

The defense will try to attack the people's case
as "circumstantial."

They want you to assume

that "circumstantial" and "not
guilty" are one and the same.

They are not. You know this.

Your common sense
will tell you this--

your common sense
in combination with the testimony you've
heard in this courtroom.

So let's review that testimony.

You've heard
from Walter Paxton's bookies

and business associates.

They've testified to his lies,

his history
of stealing from his wife

and his escalating
gambling debts.

You've heard from Natalie
Paxton's accountants,

how they had recently
informed Mr. Paxton

that he was about to be cut off.

You've heard from a number of
matrimonial

and family attorneys testifying
to the iron-clad nature

of Walter and his late wife's
prenuptial agreement,

how anything other
than his wife's death

would leave him broke and
in debt to violent criminals.

And you've heard
a proprietor of a knife shop say

that the defendant
purchased a blade

that matches the incisions
on Natalie Paxton's body--

a knife that he cannot or
will not produce for this court.

You've heard about
the night of the killing.

The screaming fight
in the hotel room.

The defendant seen leaving
the lobby carrying a satchel.

The three subsequent hours for which the defendant
cannot account,

hours spent, he claims,
driving the streets in anger.

And it was during those hours,

that the defendant,
Walter Paxton,

would have you believe
that someone else

entered his hotel room,
someone else using Walter Paxton's key card,

Someone else with a knife
exactly like Walter Paxton's.

And once inside,

what did this someone else do?

Why, he decapitated Walter's
Paxton's wife, of course,

and kept her head as a souvenir!

JUDGE:
Please, folks.

So what do we think?

I'd rather have a
knife or some DNA

or a fingerprint,
but failing that...

you were pretty
damn magnificent.

Ah. Terrific.

No, I'm here.

I'm not going anywhere.

Maybe just grab
a sandwich or something.

Okay.

See you then.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I, um, I'm,
so sorry to bother you.

Do you happen to own a beige-colored
Volvo station wagon?

Parked on the ground floor of
the municipal garage out here?

WOMAN:
I feel terrible.

I was in a rush because I got a message from
the DMV saying

they were gonna
take away my license

if I didn't pay my
parking tickets and

I guess I didn't realize
how many I'd racked up

and how long they've been
unpaid for, 'cause, well,

I can't really do my job
without being able to drive.

So anyway, I was pulling in
and I must've misjudged

where your car was
because... smack.

You're being really nice
about this. Most people...

Well, most people wouldn't
be quite so nice.

Oh, I think you
have it backwards.

Most people wouldn't
come looking for me.

Most people wouldn't bother
to put a note on the car.

Really? You think?

You can't even
see it, can you?

See?

Smack.

That? I wouldn't even
have noticed it

if you didn't point it out.

This car's not
in pristine condition.

Well, all the same,
here is my information.

Get an estimate and
I'll pay to have it fixed.

Pay to have what fixed?

You know what?

Are you married?

You're married-- get your
husband to look at it.

If you do decide
to get it fixed,

then you've got
my name and number.

Well, you are sweet but this
is completely unnecessary.

Okay. Well, um...

How about lunch then?

Excuse me?

Well, now I think that you think that I'm a nut or something.

I've bothered you,
I've wasted your time.

At least let me buy you lunch.

I don't think you're a nut,

but, honestly, uh, we're
in the middle of a trial.

My boss is kind
of counting on me to be in the office.

Well, how about tomorrow, then?

It'd make me feel better.

All right. You know what?

Forget that. The truth is,

it's completely
selfish on my part.

I'm here for a couple of weeks.

I don't know that many people.

You seem nice.

Well, the thing is...

I don't really know what
tomorrow's gonna hold.

Doesn't matter. I'll call you.

Okay, you win!

You're a nut!
I am!

You hear that?
That's your phone ringing.

That's me calling you right now.

It was nice meeting
you, uh, Debra.

(quietly):
I think.

Lunch tomorrow. It's a date.

So what are you
so angry about?

It can't just be
coming here to see me.

Who said I'm angry?

Are you kidding?

It's pouring off you.

You're a walking
billboard for anger.

No, I think you're wrong. I don't think I'm angry.

A little depressed, maybe.

I saw two coworkers
get shot and killed.

Call me crazy,
but I think that gives me the right
to be a little down.

Okay.

We'll... play it
your way-- depressed.

By the way, do you know
what depression is?

Why? Aren't you
allowed to have it even if you can't
describe it?

No, I don't know
what it is.

I just know what
it feels like.

Well, let me tell you
about it, then.

In men, it's often a function
of un-channeled anger.

A sense of despair,
helplessness,

brought on by... situations
completely beyond our control.

You go to work.

You like going to work;
it fulfills you.

You support your family,

hold up that end of the bargain
you have with society--

as a father, as a husband,
as a contributor,

as a breadwinner.

Work is safe-- you know
what's expected of you,

and for the most part,
you can deliver.

And then, one day,
someone shows up with a gun,

and all the rules change.

Not going to work
means, possibly,

potentially putting
your life on the line.

A person has a right
to get mad about that.

About the deal
changing like that.

Thank you both
for making time.

It's all right--
everyone's pretty much gone.

Please.

That was, uh, quite
a closing argument.

I agree-- so shouldn't you
be home preparing yours?

What can we do for you,
counselor?

Given the events of the day,
I'd be willing to try

and convince my client that
it might be to his advantage

to accept a plea
of murder two.

I'd be looking for 25 years
with time served,

and a guarantee that my
client would be eligible
for parole in 12 years.

Think about it.

Get back to me.

The man chopped
his wife's head off.

It's a bird in the hand,
Manuel-- take it,

and tomorrow morning
it's over.

He's behind bars,
and you're all over the news as
a winning D.A.

You know what?

You amaze me--
not two minutes ago,

you were sitting there
talking about what a powerful and stirirring
closing argument it was.

And it was, but the case
is circumstantial.

I can't be certain he did it,
and neither can you.

And I just worry that when that
jury gets behind closed doors,

they just might say the
same thing to themselves.

It's a trial, Manuel--
anything can happen.

Let me know
what you decide.

I will call you

when I've reached a decision!

She wants to make a deal,
doesn't she?

Alison, I'm sorry,
I thought you were...

What did she offer?

(sighs):
Murder two.

25 years, eligibility
for parole in 12.

The truth is,
I should take it--

the case is circumstantial.

The jury'll get
hung up again,

and then we'll be
right back where we started.

Maybe it doesn't matter.

I dream the same
dream every night,

and there is nothing
circumstantial about it.

There's nothing
equivocal about it.

He sneaks up behind her
like a coward.

You should see his face--

the smug pleasure
he takes in it.

Her life is gone!

I'm not just talking about
the years ahead of her,

I'm talking about the ones
she already lived.

Everything that she did,
everything she accomplished,

it's all reduced to:
"She's the woman who
got her head cut off."

And he's gonna get 12 years?

That's not justice!

That's some kind of
perverse expedience!

Well, don't worry about it.

We're not gonna do
expedience today.

We're gonna finish
trying this case.

We're gonna trust the jury.

Good

What, that's it?
That's it.

But that's nothing--
that's less than nothing.

I know-- that's what I thought.

So, what do you think--

do I even bother
getting an estimate?

For a ding that small?

Yeah, you're right,
it's crazy.

She wants to have lunch.

I'm sorry. Who's that?

The woman who hit my car;
she wants to have lunch.

I might do it, too.

Mm. Pretty risky--
eating...

with another person...

in public.

Don't joke.

It's hard for me.

I don't have many friends.

When I meet people--
I can't explain it--

I don't know,
I immediately know too much.

Makes it hard.

So, what is it about
this one, then?

She was nice.

It was nice of her to come
and find me, and she was funny.

Besides, she's only in town
for a couple of weeks,

so if I start sensing things
that I don't like, I...

So, how was therapy?
How was the therapist?

Oh, he said I was angry.

Oh, yeah?
What did you make of that?

It pissed me off.

BAILIFF:
All risefor the Honorable
Judge Arthur Brock.

This Criminal Court
of Mariposa County
is now in session,

the Honorable
Judge Arthur Brock presiding.

You may be seated.

The court will now continue
to hear closing ar...

The defendant may be seated.

Your Honor,
may I address the bench?

Walter, what are you...

Counsel, what is
your client doing?

I wish to dismiss my attorney,
Your Honor.

Walter, sit down!

Excuse me?

Your Honor,
it has just come to my attention

that my counsel
attempted to make a deal with
the prosecution.

She did this
behind my back

(crowd murmuring)
to put me in prison
for 25 years!

JUDGE:
All right...

all right,
everybody settle down.

Your Honor, this is clearly
a cheap theatrical stunt

to sway the jury's
sympathies.

Mr. Paxton, counsels,
approach the bench, please, now.

Your Honor, I don't know what...
Your Honor,
this is not a ploy--

I just found
out about this deal
four minutes ago,

and now I'm supposed to
let her speak for me?

Mr. Paxton, let me save you
a lot of grief and time.

This is a boneheaded move;

you're facing the death penalty.

Your best strategy right now
is to walk back to that chair

with your tail between your legs

and let your counsel
do her work.

When she's already
tried to put me away?

YourHonor,I'm entitled to
the best defense available,

and right now I believe
I should speak for myself,

since I seem to be
the only one here

who believes
in my innoce...
JUDGE:

Did you try to cut a deal?

Of course I did, Your Honor--
it's my job

to present my client with all
the options available to him.

And you explained this
to your client?
Yes, I did.

Mr. Devalos?

If the defendant wishes to make
his own closing argument,I have no objections,
Your Honor.

You know why he has
no objection?

Because you're handing him
the verdict.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Joe.

PAXTON:
Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

I am not an innocent man.

I broke the vows that I made
before God to my wife.

I lied, I stole,

I gave my wife every reason
to cut me off

and to leave our marriage.

But that is a...

far cry from
the almost unimaginable thing

that I am accused of today.

I mean, ask yourselves,

what would it take for you to do
to another human being

what they accuse me of doing

Now,

it's true, they've proven
that I fought with my wife.

They've even proven that,
on occasion,

full of emotion,

I've said things I don't mean,

even wished for my wife's death.

But who amongst us hadn't had

an embarrassing public lapse
in judgment?

Or an emotional exchange
so filled with poison

that you prayed to God
you could take it back.

They say that...

I bought the knife that was used
to slay my Natalie.

I did buy a knife.

I lost it on a camping trip.

They say I...

left the hotel
carrying a satchel.

It's true.

It was full of clothes.

They say I drove off to...

dispose of my wife's head.

What I really did

was back away from an ugly fight
to cool off.

The truth is,
I did the right things.

But instead,

they're saying I did something

almost beyond
human comprehension.

So I beg you,

if you believe it's possible
that one,

just one of the things
that they say happen didn't,

you have to ask:

Did they really get
the right man?

Hey.

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

I may be getting a call
from work.

I should probably order, too.

I can't stay long.

Sure thing.
Uh...

Is this the same case
you were working on yesterday?

I'm guessing you're a lawyer.

Oh, no, I didn't actually
finish law school.

I work for the district
attorney, Manuel Devalos.

Sounds impressive.

It's just part-time.

I do a lot of consulting.

Jury selection,

witness preparation,
that sort of thing.

It's not that exciting.

Easy for you to say.

You don't sell pharmaceuticals
for a living.

Excuse me...
Pharmaceuticals, huh?

Yeah-- major boring,

but lucrative and fun

if you don't mind traveling
ten months a year.

I don't mind, but I think
my husband and three kids might complain.

Three kids? Boy, I can
barely keep my cat alive.

Excuse me. Uh...

So what's this case?

Uh, you're not from the area.

I don't know if you heard of it.

There's a guy named
Walter Paxton.

Chopped off his wife's head
and hid it somewhere.

Everybody's heard about it.

How does
someone do that?

And how do they stand up
in front of a jury

when they know they're guilty--when everybody knows
they're guilty-- and just lie?

You just hope that the jury
sees through it.

You just hope that you picked
the right jurors.

And that's where you come in?

That's where I come in.

Give me a second?

You know, I think I saw
your boss on the news
the other night.

Yeah, hi.

Can you turn around a second?

Yeah, you see
that woman waving?
(chuckles)

That's me. My friend and I would
really like to order,

so can you send the waiter over?

That'd be great.
Thanks.

So?

So what?

So...

what's it like working
for the D.A.?

Do you have any comments
about today's news?

I'm actually very encouraged
by today's decision.

But while we may all be talking
about my vindication...

What are you doing?

Hi. Sorry, text message.

Someone from work.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, everything's fine.

I just... I couldn't sleep,
so I figured I'd do it now.

Come on.
Let's go back to bed.

Hello.

Mom, it's for you.

Hello.

Allison, it's Manuel.

Sorry to call so early,but I thought you'd like to know
the jury's in.

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We have, Your Honor.

In the matter of ThePeople
v. Walter Paxton,

we find the defendant
guilty of murder in the first degree.

Now all we need
to do is to convince a sentencing jury

that
Mr. Walter Paxton
deserves death

for what he did
to his wife.

Hear, hear.

Thank you for
the encouragement.

Oh...

Any time at all.

Wow.

Look at what
you went and did.

Now, that is what I call
engineering.

Not bad, huh?

Not bad at all.

I'd get up and give you a hug,
but I am really, really tired.

I can't imagine why.

So this is the little fellow

who wouldn't let you drink
coffee these last few months.

I think he's gonna be a
tea drinker like Steven.

Speaking of
the proud papa,where is he?

I have a very cheap cigar
for him.

He went to the airport
to pick his folks up.

Did you manage to get back to
sleep last night?

I had no idea that I sent
a text so late.

No, it was fine.
I was fine.

Uh, no, I was actually glad
to get it.

I was happy to hear
that everything went well.

That you were well,
the baby was well.

Are you well?

Me? I'm excellent.

I'm absolutely excellent.

I have been seeing a therapist
that the company hired.

I'm actually supposed
to be in his office right now.

He's that good, huh?

(sighs):
I don't know.

Maybe I just went back
to work a little too soon.

Apparently I'm angry
or depressed or...

I just can't focus at work
or something.

Other than that...

How's your wife
doing with it?

How do you mean?

I've been horrible to Steven.

I'm angry with him
because he wasn't there,

like that was
a choice he made.

Thank God for hormones.

They've been getting
a lot of the blame lately.

You really don't
mind the texting?

I know I do it a lot,

but it... it really makes me
feel better.

I look forward to it.

Just wanted to remind you

it's time for the baby's
feeding, Mrs. Bell.

Speaking of feeding,

I should probably go
get myself some lunch.

Um, yeah, congratulations again.

He's beautiful.

Uh, hey,

have you been getting, like,
hundreds of calls from that Cooper guy?

I'm sorry. Calls from who?

Okay, I guess it's just me then.

I thought it had something
to do with the incident,

but I guess not.

I'll just return one of them
and see what he wants.

Okay.

REPORTER:
This was the sceneat the Phoenix courthouse
earlier today,

just moments after Walter Paxton
was found guilty of murder

in the first degree.

Mr. Paxton, who was accused
of killing

and then decapitating
his wife Natalie

in their downtown hotel room...

Will you shut
that off?

I've seen enough of
that man for a lifetime.

Sentencing is scheduled
to begin next week.

Kids down?

Yeah, and it
wasn't easy.

Bridgette kept trying
to say good night

at the exact same
time as I did,

so she could
jinx me.

Her own mother.

Breaks your heart,
doesn't it?

Mm!

What you doing?

I'm being proactive.

And what does that mean?

I miss my husband.

Well, that's silly.
He's here.

Then tell me about your day.

Tell me about therapy;
tell me what's going on.

Nothing's going on.

I didn't go to therapy.

I don't understand.

You want to go back
to work, don't you?

Isn't this the therapist that
the company's counting on

to tell them if you're
ready to go back or not?

I'll go tomorrow.

Then I'll go the day after.

He'll think that's progress.

He'll think he cured me.

And don't look at me like that.

I'm sorry.

I don't mean to upset you.

I really am feeling better;
I really will go tomorrow.

I love you so much, Joe.

I just want you
to be happy again.

I will be happy again.

I really will.

I'm sorry.

If you could please sign here
and initial here,

I'll have a bellman
bring your bags up to your room.

Excellent, Ms. Hensley.

Thank you for staying
at the Phoenix Hilton.

It's Scanlon.

Hey, it's 5:00 in the morning.

Allison?

This place is so familiar.

I hate to pull you two
out of bed, but, uh,

I thought you needed
to see this.

The, uh, victim's
name was Ramona...

...Hensley.
...Hensley.

Honestly, that's all
I have is a name.

33 years old.

Insurance broker in town
for a convention.

No sign of a break-in,

so her killer
either had a key

or he convinced her
to let him in.

It appears he attacked her
in the bathroom here.

Got her in the bathtub.

Decapitated her and...

Wait a second--
did you say decapitated her?

Lee, what are you being
so cryptic about here?

What are we looking at,

some sort
of Paxton copycat killing?

That's what I thought
when they first called me.

Ugh! What's that smell?

Formaldehyde.

The coroner hasn't
weighed in yet,

but we think that's what he used
to preserve the head.

Preserve the head? I don't understand.

Didn't you say this killing
occurred hours ago?

I'm not talking
about Ramona Hensley's head.

Oh, my God.

Is that...?

ALLISON:
Natalie Paxton.

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Okay.

Deputy Mayor says hello.

City Hall's already being
inundated with

calls from the press,
from outraged citizens,

people calling for
the immediate release
of Walter Paxton.

I'm so sorry.
I don't know what to say.

There's nothing to say.

I chose to prosecute this case.

There's nothing for you
to feel badly about.

That's not true.

You told me yourself-- I
encouraged you to go for broke.

And I swear, I never would have

if I hadn't seen him
do it myself...

night after night.

I don't know how
I could've been so wrong.

Wait a second.

She never actually saw him.

Natalie never actually saw who her killer was.

He came up from behind her.

What are you
talking about?
In my dream.

She must have died
thinking he did it.

She was so angry at him
at the time,

so hurt by all that he'd done.

That's why she sent me
those dreams.

She thought he did it.

She never actually saw Walter,

or whoever it was
who really did it.

Okay.

Well, of course.

You're right, who cares?

Doesn't really change anything.

Yeah.

We have no comment
at this time.

You just tell
anyone who calls

that we're still putting
together a statement

and as soon as
it's ready,

we'll put it out to
the appropriate media outlets.

Thanks.

Joe Dubois.

Mr. Dubois?

Am I catching you at a bad time?

I'm sorry,
who am I speaking with?

My name is Conroy.
Cooper Conroy.

I'm an attorney, Mr. Dubois.

Can you talk for a moment?

I'm actually about to head off
to the doctor.

All I'm looking for
is an appointment, Mr. Dubois,

an opportunity
to sit down and talk.

Talk? About what?

About millions of dollars
I believe you're entitled to.

Mr. Dubois? Did you hear me?

I... I really, uh, I really
have to go to the doctor.

Okay, that's fine.

You have my number
on your cell phone now.

So I'm going to wait
for you to call me.

I just need an hour, Mr. Dubois.

And I do believe you'll find
what I have to say...

REPORTER:
Do you have any comments
about today's news?

I'm actually very encouraged
by today's decision.

But while we may all
be talking about

my vindication and release,

we shouldn't lose sight
of the fact

that this isn't just
about the misguided prosecution

of an innocent man.

The real victims of this tragedy
have yet to be avenged.

And while I may be thrilled
to be out of jail,

nothing that happened
in there today is going to bring
my Natalie back.

And that's why...
(TV clicks off)

Hello?

Are you avoiding me?

I left you, like, 100 messages.

Yeah.

It's just been kind of
a complicated day around here.

You think I don't know that.

You think I don't
watch the news.

That's why I was calling you.

I was concerned about you.

Well, I'm fine.

Okay.

'Cause I was just sitting here
in my friendly hotel bar

thinking you might need someone
to talk to about it all.

You are very sweet.

But then I forgot you have
hubby for that, don't you?

Well, actually...

hubby hasn't been
all that talkative lately.

Well, then get your ass down here-- I'm buying.

Oh, God, it's the middle
of the week.

We're all kind of in bed mode
around here.

Entres vous.

I don't think I've ever
seen you take a bath before.

Not since I was nine, maybe.

I don't know,
I just wanted to think.

I understand.

You know that woman, Debra,
the woman who hit my car?

She just called, she wanted
to know if we could meet,

maybe get a drink.

I told her it was late.

Ah, the girls are down.

I'm okay in here.

Okay.

Wow, I'm kind of
surprised.

Feels kind of weird
going without you.

Don't be silly.

Okay.
Well, if you're sure.

Yeah.

I mean, it's just for
a couple hours, right?

If that.
Okay.

Oh, that's okay.

I got it.

Are you expecting a call
tonight?

Or maybe a text?

It's not
what you think.
Well, good.

'Cause what I'm
thinking is not good.

hey

sorry

I feel so badly for you.

I feel so badly for your boss.

They're just destroying
him on television.

I know, I can't help but
think a lot of that's my fault.

How do you mean?

Before Paxton fired
his lawyer, she came to us,

she wanted to make a deal.

25 years, possibility
of parole after 12.

A lot of people thought
my boss should consider it,

but I kind of
convinced him not to.

Wow, sounds like you have
a lot of sway over your boss.

Well, even if it's true,

I don't see how that
makes you responsible.

Paxton has never wavered.

He's always insisted
he was innocent.

It seems pretty obvious he would
never have agreed to a deal.

I don't know.

Maybe if I hadn't
said anything.

If we'd just entertained
the possibility;

if the two lawyers
had started talking,

the judge most
certainly would have suspended the trial
a couple of days

and the other body
would have shown up.

Paxton would have
never been convicted.

Your boss really
listens to you, huh?

A lot of times, yeah.

You and he...

Oh, God, no! No.

No, I'm married.

I love my husband.
I'm sorry.

I mean, no offense, but why
does even care what you think?

I'm sorry, am I being too nosy?

I just...

I love this stuff.

I'm kind of a
Court TV junkie.

I think you have
the coolest job.

So what made you
change your mind?

First, you said you
weren't coming tonight

and you called back
and said you were.

I don't know.

My husband's kind of
going through something.

I guess we both thought

he could use a little
time to himself.

I never do this.

Go out by myself.

You don't have
any friends?

Yeah.

No.

I have work friends
and my husband...

Sure, I have friends--
everybody has friends.

You ask a lot of questions,
you know that?

I know; everyone says
that-- it's horrible.

And I think it's
my way of avoiding
answering any questions.

Oh, really?
I'm not answering that.

I'm not answering that either.

How about another drink?
I'm buying.

You can't fool me.

I'm not answering
that either.

OFFICER:
Detective.

So this is where
all the action is.

Well, now we know where the head
of the third victim ended up.

So who does the body
belong to?

There's some discrepancy
about the name,

but I can show you her
driver's license photo.