The Practice (1997–2004): Season 8, Episode 14 - Pre-Trial Blues - full transcript
SHORE:
Previously on The Practice.
Oh. (breathing heavily)
Brenda Wilbur,
who I believed you know.
Brenda Wilbur.
Yes.
She's dead.
What?
Somebody bludgeoned her
or something.
Wait, wait, wait. Slow down.
The police are out there.
I was there.
I had made love to her earlier,
and now they're here
to ask me questions.
Paul Stewart,
are you his lawyer?
Mrs. Piper.
Alan Shore.
I grew up here in Dedham.
I need money, Alan.
So much so I sometimes see it
in my dreams.
I, especially, saw it
at 10:30 last night,
when I saw Paul Stewart
coming out of Brenda's house.
How are we arranging
to pay her off?
I cannot bribe
this witness.
I'm not letting my only child
go to prison.
SHORE: As a childhood friend
who grew up with you,
did you commit this crime?
The answer's no,
I did not.
SHORE: Wives don't statistically
leave their husbands
over infidelity.
With the remotest possibility
that you walking out
could be perceived
as you thinking
he's guilty of murder,
and there is that possibility.
You cannot walk out
that door now.
Maybe I do think
he's guilty of murder.
Brenda Wilbur
was a beloved member
of this community,
a lifelong resident.
SHORE: I'm assuming
she practiced confession.
Did she ever
mention anything?
if you know anything
you can share, Tom?
I can't break
the confessional seal.
Did he do this?
People change.
If you only knew
what I had become.
When you were 16,
you slept
with your best friend's mother.
How have you changed, Alan?
All I'm asking,
without breaking the seal
of any specific confession,
is that you reveal to me
generally whether any--
Uh, I thought we were going
out for beers, old friends.
You know something.
Why do you insist on that?
Because I can read you.
I could when I was 10.
Tom.
I know absolutely nothing
that bears on this case.
How about you let me
be the judge of that?
And if I knew anything, Alan,
the information
wouldn't be favorable to Paul.
You said yourself,
"There's no way
he could have done this."
I don't believe there is.
Look--
and this is all I'm gonna say,
Brenda felt like he was becoming
emotionally involved with her.
It concerned her.
She talked about that.
There, I've broken seal.
Thank you very much.
I hope you're happy.
Now, I need to go to confession.
That's all?
Yes.
I don't believe you.
TOM: Oh, for God--
Come on, Tom.
Don't insult me here.
This girl ended up
in some very unlikely places.
You of all people know that.
Meaning?
Tom,
was she ever with you?
What?
You heard me.
Were you and Brenda ever--
Oh, you've got to be
out of your mind.
I am.
Were you ever out of yours
with Brenda?
I'm offering you
a little window, my friend.
Whatever you share with me here,
it stays confidential
between two old friends.
Whatever I should turn up
on my own, however,
I will use.
I'm not kidding.
Two old friends having a beer.
Stays between us?
You have my word.
It happened once.
When?
Two years ago.
She was in my office
in distress over,
you know--who knows what affair
she was having.
She was describing it.
She, she felt demeaned
by the sexual nature of it.
She was...
rather graphically
describing...
the events,
and, God help me,
I got aroused.
You know, I'm not sure
I was even aware of it,
but evidently she was.
Then she propositioned me.
I don't even know
how to respond to that.
I'm shocked.
I'm stunned.
I'm jealous.
I am a good priest.
This stays between us, Alan.
It has nothing to do
with this case.
(music playing)
SHORE:
His name is Terry Glazer.
He's a professional
jury consultant. I need you to--
I thought I was meeting
with a witness.
You are. Mr. Glazer
will be in later.
You're to drive him to Dedham,
interview people--
YOUNG: Has anybody seen Tara?
She's out with a client.
She'll be out all day.
I need a typist today, Alan.
I'm sure Jimmy can type.
What did you say?
Tara works for the firm, Alan,
not just you.
Forgive me,
but since I just brought in
seven hundred
and fifty thousand dollars
on top of the two million
before that,
on top of the three million
before that,
I think--
We all have caseloads here.
I've seen your caseload, Jimmy,
and, trust me, Tara
can't keep up with an ambulance.
You know what?
YOUNG: Hey!
SHORE: I have an important trial
starting next week.
Keep that man away from me.
(door opens)
Hello.
Catherine, this way please.
CATHERINE: Wow.
From your fancy suits,
I'd never have guessed
you worked in such a craphole.
This way.
My, aren't you black?
FRUTT: Hold on.
She's a prosecution witness.
Why is she here?
Because I care, sweetheart.
SHORE: Come on, Catherine.
(door opens)
Thank you for coming in.
CATHERINE: I'm not giving
back any of the money.
I don't wanna hear
anything about money
or any transaction, Catherine.
This is Jamie Stringer,
my associate.
Hello, dear.
STRINGER: Hi.
SHORE: I want you to go over
your testimony with Jamie,
every single--
That wasn't part of the deal.
SHORE: There is no deal--
What deal?
--Catherine.
You are a potential witness
in the trial.
You'll likely be called
to give testimony.
We need to know exactly
what the testimony will be.
I'd like you to sit with Jamie--
I'm sorry.
I'm afraid that's not possible.
Why not?
No offense, sweetheart.
I'm sure you're a darling,
but your mouth looks like
a drive-through window
for oral sex.
Uh, I'm a Christian woman.
Get me another lawyer.
What the hell is this?
She's nuts,
but we need her.
What's this deal
she's talking about?
The two of us played strip
mah-jongg last night.
It got rather ugly.
Alan?
Get her testimony,
then meet
with the jury consultant,
and get to Dedham.
(dog barking in the distance)
And according to Father Dugan,
Brenda believed
that you were becoming
emotionally involved,
is that true?
I don't know.
Paul,
look at me.
Next week,
we defend you
on murder charges.
I need to ask you
personal questions,
perhaps uncomfortable ones,
and you need to answer them.
Were you in love
with Brenda Wilbur?
I believe I was...
falling in love, yes.
And did she indicate
her feelings towards you?
She indicated that she
was only interested in sex.
I'm sorry.
Alan just called.
He's on his way.
He wants you to meet him
at the courthouse.
Okay.
Are you in love with her?
I'm sorry?
Your wife,
are you in love with her?
Of course I am.
Paul, I keep sensing
that you are looking
to present yourself
in the best possible light,
and that helps neither me...
nor you.
Are you in love
with your wife?
No.
Is she with you?
No.
We share the same commitment
to our children.
We like the same movies,
same books.
We're two wonderfully,
compatible people actually,
just--perfect couple,
just romantically dead.
CLARKE: Mr. Shore is free
to review our autopsy report.
There's no need--
I want to conduct my own.
Why?
First, because it's fun.
And, second--
CLARKE: It's indecent
to the victim
to be dissected
and probed again.
The victim is dead.
I'm sure she's got
other things on her plate.
WINNAKER: Mr. Shore,
we don't make fun of the dead
in this courthouse.
I can see why.
There's so much sport to be had
with the living.
Look, Your Honor,
the defense is entitled
to conduct its own autopsy.
I'm not looking for a favor.
I'm exercising a right.
Mr. Clarke, let his people
examine the body.
What else we got?
That's it,
Your Honor.
Chambers.
Okay. Let's cut to it.
We--
what are you doing here?
This is just for lawyers.
Mr. Shore is acting as my agent.
I therefore--
This meeting
is for counsel only.
I'm paying for it.
Either show me your bar card
or get the hell out of here.
It's not nice to remove people,
Marcus.
What's the expression,
"what goes around comes around"?
WINNAKER: Victoria,
you may run this town,
but you don't run my courtroom.
Either get out
or I'll have you thrown
in a jail cell.
I could be wrong,
but I think
he wants you to leave.
That woman needs to get laid.
Okay. Sit.
I spent all day yesterday
poring over this case.
Mr. Clarke,
it's all circumstantial.
Mr. Shore, it's clear as hell
that your guy did it.
I say
go voluntary manslaughter,
eight years.
The media can go
screw themselves.
All in favor?
You must be joking.
Hey, Al,
you haven't lived here
in a long time.
Why don't you go to a reunion
or to hang out
go shoot a few games of pool
down at the pub?
You know what the buzz is here
in your jury pool?
He's guilty.
You know what, guys?
I'd like to move
for a change of venue.
Too late.
All motions were to be filed--
It's never too late.
By the way, if that's the buzz
you're hearing
around the checkerboard
down at the barbershop,
you have a duty to remove this
to another venue.
I like to think
my ability to run a fair trial
can overcome
any potential jury bias.
If I were you,
I'd plead.
You're not.
I won't.
I hope counsel is looking
at the evidence objectively.
I never do that, Your Honor.
Do you?
Get out.
I want to talk to Mr. Clarke.
That would be ex parte.
We don't talk Latin
here in Dedham.
Get the hell out of here.
Perhaps I can interpret for you.
I have the right
to be present at any meeting--
I wanna talk fishing,
and I don't want you learning
my favorite holes.
Out!
You'd better add manslaughter
to your pleadings.
Manslaughter?
He took a hammer
to her head 20 times.
Exactly.
This Shore character is smart.
He might very well get up there
and say whoever did this
must have been acting
in the heat of passion.
If the jury
doesn't have manslaughter
to fall back on,
they might have no choice
but to acquit.
CLARKE: Judge,
Paul Stewart is well liked.
If they do have manslaughter
to fall back on,
they might do so
just out of sympathy.
Your case is circumstantial,
Harvey.
This Shore is a shrewd SOB.
And you'd be smart
to keep all your options open.
CLARKE: (sighs)
Look at her.
(music playing)
This isn't manslaughter.
VICTORIA: He actually said that,
I need to get laid?
I'm keeping track
of everything he says
in case we should need it
for appeal.
And is that why you're here,
because you agree?
I'm sorry?
That I need to get laid.
No. That's not why I'm here.
Pity.
I would think your son
being on trial for murder
might put a slight chill
in your libido.
Crisis might lower sex drive
but it also...
intensifies loneliness.
Oh, the passive-aggressive
"come on." Much better.
Uh-hmm.
The reason I'm here,
I have made a mistake.
It seems I should have moved
for a change of venue after all.
I thought Paul's popularity
within the town
would work in our favor.
Where I miscalculated...
was with the profound contempt
the people of Dedham
seem to have for you.
I know
this is difficult to hear,
and I'm sure much of it
has to do with envy.
You're a rich,
powerful woman
who young boys wanna sleep with.
But I need to distance you
from the defense team.
You need to be
in the background,
far, far in the background.
I want you sitting
in the back of the courtroom.
You can't be entering
and leaving with us.
I can't have the jury
looking at Paul
and getting so much
as a glimpse of you.
Hey,
you're a wonderful woman.
And I like being the only one
who knows it.
Well...
Ugh, my feet are killing me.
You're just getting back?
It's 10:00.
Yes.
What are you guys
still doing here?
I have my motion
to compel tomorrow,
remember?
You're gonna help me
with that research?
Well, I'm sorry, Jimmy,
but I've been hoofing it
all over Dedham
with a jury consultant,
interviewing--
You see?
All right. Let's just--
It's not all right.
The guy is monopolizing
associates
like he's a partner,
which he isn't, and I am.
Jimmy, he's about to start
a new trial.
We all have trials, Ellenor.
I'm sick of this.
And I'm also sick of you
making excuses for the guy.
(door opens)
(door slams)
Good day at the office?
How's it going?
Our expert jury consultant
has deep concerns.
FRUTT: Yeah? Well,
if anyone can pull it out,
Alan's the guy.
Ellenor, uh...
never mind.
What?
I think I got a peek
at how Alan pulls things out.
What do you mean?
Jamie,
finish what you started to say.
Well, I think--
and I can't be sure,
but I think Catherine Piper,
that wacky prosecution witness
that was in this morning,
I think she's being paid
to modify her testimony.
I beg your pardon?
There was all this cryptic talk
about a transaction or a deal,
and Alan tried to shut
the conversation down
like he didn't want me
to hear it.
And, again,
I can't be positive,
but I think...
this fruitcake
is being paid off.
WILSON: We've had this
discussion already,
I don't care.
PAUL: Wendy.
Shut up, Paul.
PAUL: Where are the kids?
With my mother,
where I will be shortly,
unless you'd like to run off
after yours.
Uh, listen--
This doesn't concern you.
If you leave now,
you'll be indicting him
with the jury pool.
I don't care.
What is going on?
What suddenly changed
in the last few hours?
What's changed, Paul,
is you loved her.
She wasn't just some--
you loved her.
And I can't wake up
in this house with you,
and I can't even pretend
to be on your side.
Where is all this hurt
coming from?
It's not like you've loved me.
What is this about?
I won't be your damn trial prop.
I won't walk into court
as the loyal wife.
(sobbing)
Good luck.
Goodbye.
SHORE: Tom.
(gasps)
(sighs)
Good lord, Alan, you scared me.
What the hell are you doing
sitting there like that?
SHORE: Tom, what we talked
about as friends over drinks,
you and Brenda,
I'd like your permission
to use it.
What? Use it how?
It doesn't bear directly
on this case.
You gave me your word
that you wouldn't.
And I'll stick to my word.
I won't do anything
without your permission,
but please hear me out.
The way Brenda
propositioned you,
it is extremely relevant
to establish
her sexual aggressiveness.
The idea that she could have
brought somebody home,
perhaps a stranger,
even, who then killed her,
that's a real possibility.
One I need to be able
to convince a jury of.
The fact that she came on
to a priest is--
No.
Tom.
No.
No. It would destroy me,
my parish.
No.
Not to mention
it's completely extraneous.
You just--you, you look
desperate, for God's sake.
I'm afraid I'm feeling
a little desperate.
I'll honor my word.
I won't reveal your secret
unless you allow me to,
but, please,
please, think about it.
I've been subpoenaed...
by the prosecution.
Why?
He came here the night
of the murder.
Paul?
TOM: Yeah.
He said that he needed
to confess,
and he panicked.
I--I think because
he heard other people.
He--he fled before he went
into the confessional.
Why did you not tell me this?
Because I felt
it was private,
between a parishioner
and his priest.
So why are you telling
me now?
Because someone
on the cleaning crew
evidently overheard it
and reported it to the police.
It's not private anymore.
I went to confession
because I had just seen
a dead body.
I didn't call the cops or--
plus the affair.
I was in shock, in crisis.
I needed to speak
with my priest.
I didn't go
to confess murder.
I understand, but this
doesn't look good, Paul.
You were seen leaving
the victim's house,
then seen minutes later
rushing to a priest,
ostensibly to confess.
They have no witnesses
to my leaving the house.
You hope.
Where's Wendy now?
She's still at her mother's.
You have to get her back.
She's not coming.
Keep trying.
I want her in the courtroom.
I'm going back
to the office to meet
with the jury consultant.
Voir dire starts after lunch.
I want you there for that.
Okay.
You okay?
(sighs) I don't know.
I'll stay with him.
Whatever you're feeling...
your public face
has to remain stoic.
Photographers
will be snapping pictures.
Any likeness of you
in the newspaper
must be that
of an innocent man.
I miss her.
Of all the times not
to be able to talk to her.
We'll try to get her back.
Get her back?
She's dead, Tara.
I can't talk about
that in public, can I?
I can't let
the potential jury pool
see how much I loved her.
I can't let people
see me grieve because...
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I just--
It's okay.
No, I don't--I
don't mean to.
I apologize.
Paul...
somebody you love has died.
You're allowed to grieve.
An older, black woman,
that's your ideal juror.
Somebody
with life experience.
Somebody who understands
that infidelity
doesn't mean murder.
And if there's any
minority at all,
grab him or her.
Minorities are your best
chance for a hung jury.
I can show you
the statistics.
Never mind what I want.
Tell me what we figure
to get.
Middle-aged white males
who never went to college.
Blue-collar men vote
to convict 98% of the time.
Great.
STRINGER: It's worse.
Blue collars
statistically resent rich,
they resent doctors,
and here's one you'll like,
they resent rich men
with mistresses.
We're defending
a Triple Crown winner.
You need to pray
that there's at least
one black woman in that pool.
I have a series of litmus
questions for you,
but basically
you want black female,
black female, black female.
Am I being too subtle?
MAN: George Bush is a great man.
SHORE: Because?
MAN: Because he's president
of the United States.
You don't get to be president
without a measure of greatness.
SHORE: Bill Clinton.
What about Bill Clinton, sir?
He's okay.
Okay?
What happened to
"you don't get to be president
without a measure
of greatness?"
MAN: Mr. Clinton is brilliant,
he is an excellent politician,
but he committed infidelity.
I can't respect
any person who does that.
Your Honor, I move that this
juror be excused for cause.
Objection.
I'm not removing him.
Your Honor, my client
was unfaithful to his wife.
Clearly--
I'm not removing
every juror who can't
respect infidelity.
We'd have nobody left.
Defense exercises one
of its peremptory challenges.
Thank you, sir.
You are excused.
What?
WINNAKER:
Sir, please leave the room now.
Fine.
As far as I go,
infidelity should be a crime.
Put him in jail.
(clapping)
I hear you.
Yes, I do.
Yes, I do.
What is up with you?
What are you even doing here?
CATHERINE: Well, I came
to watch you in voir dire.
See how you relate
to the jurors.
You aren't allowed in there.
You're a witness, Catherine.
Oh, that's right.
Uh, that must be
why I'm here.
I'm a witness.
I need another $50,000.
Actually, that's a lie.
I don't need it.
I just want it.
First, if it's for all
the elective surgeries,
you do need it.
And, second, $50,000
won't nearly get the job done.
The answer's no.
I want the check
by tomorrow.
Tell Victoria
I feel an attack
of conscience coming on.
Your conscience?
That's a pinprick.
Alan.
Catherine.
Alan.
Catherine.
This give and take is a little
like tennis, isn't it?
You know, the game with
the racket and the balls?
Actually, I've got your balls,
haven't I, dear?
And if you don't want me
making a racket,
you'll tell Victoria
to get me that
extra fifty by tomorrow.
(door opens)
(door closes)
KEVIN: We've proceeded
to trial quickly,
frankly, because it was
a simple investigation.
The guy was caught.
He was seen leaving
the house.
He left his prints, hair,
and fibers in the house.
The question I'd ask
is why did the defense
agree to a quick trial?
And I suspect
the answer is
because they're trying
to trade
on the doctor's reputation
before it's shot.
Hello, Detective.
Nice to see you talking
to a reporter,
commenting on the evidence.
Be sure to get
that spelling right.
It's M-C,
capital C-A-R-L-E-Y.
Excuse us.
See, Kev, the idea
from your side
is not to give defense
any grounds for appeal,
talking to the press,
contaminating jury pools,
that kind of thing.
State of mind is no excuse,
by the way.
You can't plead stupidity.
Thoughts?
The reason this is being
tried here in Dedham
is because you didn't move it
when you had the chance.
You didn't wanna move it
because you wanted
to come back here
and put on a big show
in your hometown,
and now it's backfiring.
You're not even
a criminal attorney.
Your specialty is antitrust.
Oh, you're here to help out
your friend, aren't you?
You're a fraud.
(music playing)
Norfolk county's
a little rigid.
You can't change venue?
Apparently not.
And some of our witnesses...
make us uneasy.
Which witnesses?
Catherine Piper?
Let's do this.
FRUTT: Alan...
can we see you a second?
Jamie evidently heard
an exchange between
you and Catherine Piper,
which led her to conclude
that this witness
may have been bought.
Do you know
anything about that?
And why would Jamie
think that?
You'd have to ask Jamie,
Eugene.
FRUTT: I did.
She heard the witness
talking about a deal,
a transaction,
and then she heard you
shut the discussion down.
What's going on, Alan?
And don't lie to us.
It appears that
my client's mother
may have bribed Ms. Piper.
I wasn't present for it.
I don't know.
I don't want to know.
That's why I
instructed Ms. Piper
to tell me nothing
about whatever deal
they may have entered into.
Well, it seems like
you have enough
to go to the judge.
I don't, and I won't.
YOUNG: You won't?
Look, listen to me, Alan.
I'll take a pass on that.
Thank you.
I've done nothing
but listen to you
since I walked through the door
and, frankly, Eugene,
I'm tired of listening to you.
You're not that interesting.
Let's make a little deal.
Until this trial is over,
I'll keep completely out
of your way.
You stay the hell out of mine.
(door closes)
He's gone.
Eugene, obviously
he's feeling a lot of stress.
This is one of his oldest
friends on trial here.
Ellenor,
when this trial is over,
that man is gone.
(door opens)
STRINGER: I'm not good
with dead bodies, Alan.
Just see what the problem is.
Oh, what about Tara?
Tara loves dead bodies.
It's worrisome.
I'm serious.
Death makes me nauseous.
SHORE: Gee, and it
so tickles the rest of us.
Tara's busy interviewing
witnesses.
I need to go see Paul,
who's on the verge
of a breakdown.
I need you to meet
with the medical examiner.
So, please, just do it.
Hello.
Where is he?
In his tree house.
Believe that?
His tree house?
The one that he and I--
It's still standing.
You two swung a pretty
good hammer back then.
I suppose
I shouldn't say that.
(wood creaks)
SHORE: George Scott
whiffs inning over.
Wasn't that our password?
Enter.
I can't believe this thing
is still standing.
PAUL: It's been renamed,
home for bad husbands.
(chuckles)
PAUL: I can't tell you how
many times after fights
with Wendy,
I'd come up here to sit.
Remember all our
secret compartments
to hide the beer,
cigarettes, and pot?
PAUL: Well, I found some
of the old pot a few years ago,
by the way.
Smoke it?
Is there any left?
What's going on?
I don't know
if I can make it, Alan.
This is--
You'll make it.
Tara tell you how
much I miss her, Brenda?
No, she didn't.
I have so much
to be humiliated about,
but being ridiculously
in love with someone...
who didn't love me back.
That's always a good one.
Am I gonna beat this?
I don't know.
The case is circumstantial.
They don't have a murder weapon.
They--
I don't know.
PAUL: I'll make a deal.
Get me an acquittal,
I'll meet you back here after,
and I'll bring the beer.
Bring a lot.
The DA wants to meet with me.
I think he plans
to offer murder two.
I assume...
you wouldn't want
to accept that.
This feels like a test.
It isn't.
I won't accept murder two.
Don't need this crap.
Came all the way
from New Haven.
What exactly is the problem?
Oh, you'll see exactly
the problem.
Look, I don't actually have
to see the body, okay?
You can just tell me.
DOCTOR:
Words don't tell story.
You need to see.
Wonderful.
Report says, "35-year-old
attractive woman,
beaten to death with hammer."
Not beaten, not attractive,
not woman.
What the hell?
DOCTOR:
This is not Brenda Wilbur.
You destroyed her?
Evidently, she was mistakenly
ID'd as a transient.
And our normal procedure
post-autopsy--
look, we screwed up.
You think?
Technically,
you need to file a motion
to preserve the remains.
You didn't do that.
It's evidence.
I hardly need file a motion.
"Don't destroy evidence"?
CLARKE: Our autopsy
was complete, so even if we--
Hold on.
I need to ask the obvious
question however delicate.
Did he take the body home
with him to, you know--
Hey, bite me.
Kevin.
I've had it with this ass.
He's enjoying this.
He's been smug since
5th grade, and I'm sick of it.
All right.
I'd like to respond to that.
First, yes,
I am enjoying it.
I can't wait to tell
the jury
you accidentally
destroyed the corpse.
Second, I believe
I was quite humble
your 3rd year of 5th grade.
You know what?
Just be quiet.
Look, as I said, you'll get
the relevant tissues
and fluids plus the reports.
You won't be prejudiced.
Now, can we discuss a plea?
There isn't going
to be a plea.
You're making a mistake.
You have a little booger.
Alan, you can't really wanna
try this case.
Oh, but I can.
(phone rings)
Excuse me.
Hello?
I'll be right there.
There's a sale.
I did tell the police.
They think I got the wrong
house or something.
SHORE: How old was the woman?
I couldn't really tell.
She was all bundled up.
You're sure she came out
of Brenda Wilbur's house?
90% sure
it was her house, yeah.
At 7:00?
Around then.
Could you see
her face at all?
No. No. She was all
bundled up and stuff.
The reason I remember
is there was no car out front,
which made me think
she was going for a walk
or something,
which was strange,
because it was colder
than a witch's--
I'm sorry.
That's all right.
I'm actually not a witch.
SHORE: Excuse us.
Look, get the best
description you can,
clothes, everything,
then get over
to be with Paul.
I'm worried
about him being alone.
I'd go myself, but according
to our jury consultant,
we have another emergency.
What?
You.
Me?
GLAZER: I interviewed people
from the jury pool.
You went over like lead.
Too urban, too slick,
too smart.
Too smart?
This is a blue-collar,
uneducated,
overweight,
lunch-bucket town.
You're a smooth,
Harvard-type sophisticate.
And they don't like you.
You need to find
a Joe Schmoe fat, Catholic,
and put him at your table.
What did you just say to me?
I asked you to be part
of my team, Jimmy.
What's going on?
Nothing's going on.
I need you.
He's setting me up
for something.
No, I'm not.
Look, you can't have him.
You already got Jamie.
I'll return Jamie.
I need Jimmy.
YOUNG: Really?
So I'm gonna ask the same
question he did.
What's going on?
What's going on is I think
Jimmy could be an asset.
Look, put it on the table
or you don't get him.
Dedham is very blue-collar.
The jury consultant thinks
I will alienate the jury
because I'm well-dressed
and look like
I read, and, well,
Jimmy doesn't.
That's it!
FRUTT: Hey, get off him!
YOUNG: Hey!
Get off me!
FRUTT: Alan, get back!
Jimmy!
What the hell's wrong
with you?
What the hell is this place?
You all go to great lengths
to establish a team philosophy
that we'll all jump
in together when need be.
I need him!
I need you!
You once billed yourself
as "Jimmy the Grunt"
for your own personal gain.
Well, I need you to sit
your fat ass at my table
and send
that same message again,
not for me, not for you,
for the client,
the client...
who happens to be innocent.
So how can I help you?
Well, I come to you
with a very heavy heart.
I've been to my pastor but...
I'm afraid I can only--
well, may I sit?
Sure.
There's no easy way
to say this.
I saw Paul Stewart
leave Brenda Wilbur's house
around 10:30 the night
of the murder.
Excuse me.
Did you say 10:30?
Paul's mother paid me
$600,000
not to come forward.
I'm ashamed to say
I accepted.
But my conscience
just won't allow me
to go down this path.
I simply have to tell
the truth.
He was there.
I saw him.
It pains me to say it,
but I have no doubt
he killed that woman.
(music playing)
WOMAN: You stinker!
(music playing)
Previously on The Practice.
Oh. (breathing heavily)
Brenda Wilbur,
who I believed you know.
Brenda Wilbur.
Yes.
She's dead.
What?
Somebody bludgeoned her
or something.
Wait, wait, wait. Slow down.
The police are out there.
I was there.
I had made love to her earlier,
and now they're here
to ask me questions.
Paul Stewart,
are you his lawyer?
Mrs. Piper.
Alan Shore.
I grew up here in Dedham.
I need money, Alan.
So much so I sometimes see it
in my dreams.
I, especially, saw it
at 10:30 last night,
when I saw Paul Stewart
coming out of Brenda's house.
How are we arranging
to pay her off?
I cannot bribe
this witness.
I'm not letting my only child
go to prison.
SHORE: As a childhood friend
who grew up with you,
did you commit this crime?
The answer's no,
I did not.
SHORE: Wives don't statistically
leave their husbands
over infidelity.
With the remotest possibility
that you walking out
could be perceived
as you thinking
he's guilty of murder,
and there is that possibility.
You cannot walk out
that door now.
Maybe I do think
he's guilty of murder.
Brenda Wilbur
was a beloved member
of this community,
a lifelong resident.
SHORE: I'm assuming
she practiced confession.
Did she ever
mention anything?
if you know anything
you can share, Tom?
I can't break
the confessional seal.
Did he do this?
People change.
If you only knew
what I had become.
When you were 16,
you slept
with your best friend's mother.
How have you changed, Alan?
All I'm asking,
without breaking the seal
of any specific confession,
is that you reveal to me
generally whether any--
Uh, I thought we were going
out for beers, old friends.
You know something.
Why do you insist on that?
Because I can read you.
I could when I was 10.
Tom.
I know absolutely nothing
that bears on this case.
How about you let me
be the judge of that?
And if I knew anything, Alan,
the information
wouldn't be favorable to Paul.
You said yourself,
"There's no way
he could have done this."
I don't believe there is.
Look--
and this is all I'm gonna say,
Brenda felt like he was becoming
emotionally involved with her.
It concerned her.
She talked about that.
There, I've broken seal.
Thank you very much.
I hope you're happy.
Now, I need to go to confession.
That's all?
Yes.
I don't believe you.
TOM: Oh, for God--
Come on, Tom.
Don't insult me here.
This girl ended up
in some very unlikely places.
You of all people know that.
Meaning?
Tom,
was she ever with you?
What?
You heard me.
Were you and Brenda ever--
Oh, you've got to be
out of your mind.
I am.
Were you ever out of yours
with Brenda?
I'm offering you
a little window, my friend.
Whatever you share with me here,
it stays confidential
between two old friends.
Whatever I should turn up
on my own, however,
I will use.
I'm not kidding.
Two old friends having a beer.
Stays between us?
You have my word.
It happened once.
When?
Two years ago.
She was in my office
in distress over,
you know--who knows what affair
she was having.
She was describing it.
She, she felt demeaned
by the sexual nature of it.
She was...
rather graphically
describing...
the events,
and, God help me,
I got aroused.
You know, I'm not sure
I was even aware of it,
but evidently she was.
Then she propositioned me.
I don't even know
how to respond to that.
I'm shocked.
I'm stunned.
I'm jealous.
I am a good priest.
This stays between us, Alan.
It has nothing to do
with this case.
(music playing)
SHORE:
His name is Terry Glazer.
He's a professional
jury consultant. I need you to--
I thought I was meeting
with a witness.
You are. Mr. Glazer
will be in later.
You're to drive him to Dedham,
interview people--
YOUNG: Has anybody seen Tara?
She's out with a client.
She'll be out all day.
I need a typist today, Alan.
I'm sure Jimmy can type.
What did you say?
Tara works for the firm, Alan,
not just you.
Forgive me,
but since I just brought in
seven hundred
and fifty thousand dollars
on top of the two million
before that,
on top of the three million
before that,
I think--
We all have caseloads here.
I've seen your caseload, Jimmy,
and, trust me, Tara
can't keep up with an ambulance.
You know what?
YOUNG: Hey!
SHORE: I have an important trial
starting next week.
Keep that man away from me.
(door opens)
Hello.
Catherine, this way please.
CATHERINE: Wow.
From your fancy suits,
I'd never have guessed
you worked in such a craphole.
This way.
My, aren't you black?
FRUTT: Hold on.
She's a prosecution witness.
Why is she here?
Because I care, sweetheart.
SHORE: Come on, Catherine.
(door opens)
Thank you for coming in.
CATHERINE: I'm not giving
back any of the money.
I don't wanna hear
anything about money
or any transaction, Catherine.
This is Jamie Stringer,
my associate.
Hello, dear.
STRINGER: Hi.
SHORE: I want you to go over
your testimony with Jamie,
every single--
That wasn't part of the deal.
SHORE: There is no deal--
What deal?
--Catherine.
You are a potential witness
in the trial.
You'll likely be called
to give testimony.
We need to know exactly
what the testimony will be.
I'd like you to sit with Jamie--
I'm sorry.
I'm afraid that's not possible.
Why not?
No offense, sweetheart.
I'm sure you're a darling,
but your mouth looks like
a drive-through window
for oral sex.
Uh, I'm a Christian woman.
Get me another lawyer.
What the hell is this?
She's nuts,
but we need her.
What's this deal
she's talking about?
The two of us played strip
mah-jongg last night.
It got rather ugly.
Alan?
Get her testimony,
then meet
with the jury consultant,
and get to Dedham.
(dog barking in the distance)
And according to Father Dugan,
Brenda believed
that you were becoming
emotionally involved,
is that true?
I don't know.
Paul,
look at me.
Next week,
we defend you
on murder charges.
I need to ask you
personal questions,
perhaps uncomfortable ones,
and you need to answer them.
Were you in love
with Brenda Wilbur?
I believe I was...
falling in love, yes.
And did she indicate
her feelings towards you?
She indicated that she
was only interested in sex.
I'm sorry.
Alan just called.
He's on his way.
He wants you to meet him
at the courthouse.
Okay.
Are you in love with her?
I'm sorry?
Your wife,
are you in love with her?
Of course I am.
Paul, I keep sensing
that you are looking
to present yourself
in the best possible light,
and that helps neither me...
nor you.
Are you in love
with your wife?
No.
Is she with you?
No.
We share the same commitment
to our children.
We like the same movies,
same books.
We're two wonderfully,
compatible people actually,
just--perfect couple,
just romantically dead.
CLARKE: Mr. Shore is free
to review our autopsy report.
There's no need--
I want to conduct my own.
Why?
First, because it's fun.
And, second--
CLARKE: It's indecent
to the victim
to be dissected
and probed again.
The victim is dead.
I'm sure she's got
other things on her plate.
WINNAKER: Mr. Shore,
we don't make fun of the dead
in this courthouse.
I can see why.
There's so much sport to be had
with the living.
Look, Your Honor,
the defense is entitled
to conduct its own autopsy.
I'm not looking for a favor.
I'm exercising a right.
Mr. Clarke, let his people
examine the body.
What else we got?
That's it,
Your Honor.
Chambers.
Okay. Let's cut to it.
We--
what are you doing here?
This is just for lawyers.
Mr. Shore is acting as my agent.
I therefore--
This meeting
is for counsel only.
I'm paying for it.
Either show me your bar card
or get the hell out of here.
It's not nice to remove people,
Marcus.
What's the expression,
"what goes around comes around"?
WINNAKER: Victoria,
you may run this town,
but you don't run my courtroom.
Either get out
or I'll have you thrown
in a jail cell.
I could be wrong,
but I think
he wants you to leave.
That woman needs to get laid.
Okay. Sit.
I spent all day yesterday
poring over this case.
Mr. Clarke,
it's all circumstantial.
Mr. Shore, it's clear as hell
that your guy did it.
I say
go voluntary manslaughter,
eight years.
The media can go
screw themselves.
All in favor?
You must be joking.
Hey, Al,
you haven't lived here
in a long time.
Why don't you go to a reunion
or to hang out
go shoot a few games of pool
down at the pub?
You know what the buzz is here
in your jury pool?
He's guilty.
You know what, guys?
I'd like to move
for a change of venue.
Too late.
All motions were to be filed--
It's never too late.
By the way, if that's the buzz
you're hearing
around the checkerboard
down at the barbershop,
you have a duty to remove this
to another venue.
I like to think
my ability to run a fair trial
can overcome
any potential jury bias.
If I were you,
I'd plead.
You're not.
I won't.
I hope counsel is looking
at the evidence objectively.
I never do that, Your Honor.
Do you?
Get out.
I want to talk to Mr. Clarke.
That would be ex parte.
We don't talk Latin
here in Dedham.
Get the hell out of here.
Perhaps I can interpret for you.
I have the right
to be present at any meeting--
I wanna talk fishing,
and I don't want you learning
my favorite holes.
Out!
You'd better add manslaughter
to your pleadings.
Manslaughter?
He took a hammer
to her head 20 times.
Exactly.
This Shore character is smart.
He might very well get up there
and say whoever did this
must have been acting
in the heat of passion.
If the jury
doesn't have manslaughter
to fall back on,
they might have no choice
but to acquit.
CLARKE: Judge,
Paul Stewart is well liked.
If they do have manslaughter
to fall back on,
they might do so
just out of sympathy.
Your case is circumstantial,
Harvey.
This Shore is a shrewd SOB.
And you'd be smart
to keep all your options open.
CLARKE: (sighs)
Look at her.
(music playing)
This isn't manslaughter.
VICTORIA: He actually said that,
I need to get laid?
I'm keeping track
of everything he says
in case we should need it
for appeal.
And is that why you're here,
because you agree?
I'm sorry?
That I need to get laid.
No. That's not why I'm here.
Pity.
I would think your son
being on trial for murder
might put a slight chill
in your libido.
Crisis might lower sex drive
but it also...
intensifies loneliness.
Oh, the passive-aggressive
"come on." Much better.
Uh-hmm.
The reason I'm here,
I have made a mistake.
It seems I should have moved
for a change of venue after all.
I thought Paul's popularity
within the town
would work in our favor.
Where I miscalculated...
was with the profound contempt
the people of Dedham
seem to have for you.
I know
this is difficult to hear,
and I'm sure much of it
has to do with envy.
You're a rich,
powerful woman
who young boys wanna sleep with.
But I need to distance you
from the defense team.
You need to be
in the background,
far, far in the background.
I want you sitting
in the back of the courtroom.
You can't be entering
and leaving with us.
I can't have the jury
looking at Paul
and getting so much
as a glimpse of you.
Hey,
you're a wonderful woman.
And I like being the only one
who knows it.
Well...
Ugh, my feet are killing me.
You're just getting back?
It's 10:00.
Yes.
What are you guys
still doing here?
I have my motion
to compel tomorrow,
remember?
You're gonna help me
with that research?
Well, I'm sorry, Jimmy,
but I've been hoofing it
all over Dedham
with a jury consultant,
interviewing--
You see?
All right. Let's just--
It's not all right.
The guy is monopolizing
associates
like he's a partner,
which he isn't, and I am.
Jimmy, he's about to start
a new trial.
We all have trials, Ellenor.
I'm sick of this.
And I'm also sick of you
making excuses for the guy.
(door opens)
(door slams)
Good day at the office?
How's it going?
Our expert jury consultant
has deep concerns.
FRUTT: Yeah? Well,
if anyone can pull it out,
Alan's the guy.
Ellenor, uh...
never mind.
What?
I think I got a peek
at how Alan pulls things out.
What do you mean?
Jamie,
finish what you started to say.
Well, I think--
and I can't be sure,
but I think Catherine Piper,
that wacky prosecution witness
that was in this morning,
I think she's being paid
to modify her testimony.
I beg your pardon?
There was all this cryptic talk
about a transaction or a deal,
and Alan tried to shut
the conversation down
like he didn't want me
to hear it.
And, again,
I can't be positive,
but I think...
this fruitcake
is being paid off.
WILSON: We've had this
discussion already,
I don't care.
PAUL: Wendy.
Shut up, Paul.
PAUL: Where are the kids?
With my mother,
where I will be shortly,
unless you'd like to run off
after yours.
Uh, listen--
This doesn't concern you.
If you leave now,
you'll be indicting him
with the jury pool.
I don't care.
What is going on?
What suddenly changed
in the last few hours?
What's changed, Paul,
is you loved her.
She wasn't just some--
you loved her.
And I can't wake up
in this house with you,
and I can't even pretend
to be on your side.
Where is all this hurt
coming from?
It's not like you've loved me.
What is this about?
I won't be your damn trial prop.
I won't walk into court
as the loyal wife.
(sobbing)
Good luck.
Goodbye.
SHORE: Tom.
(gasps)
(sighs)
Good lord, Alan, you scared me.
What the hell are you doing
sitting there like that?
SHORE: Tom, what we talked
about as friends over drinks,
you and Brenda,
I'd like your permission
to use it.
What? Use it how?
It doesn't bear directly
on this case.
You gave me your word
that you wouldn't.
And I'll stick to my word.
I won't do anything
without your permission,
but please hear me out.
The way Brenda
propositioned you,
it is extremely relevant
to establish
her sexual aggressiveness.
The idea that she could have
brought somebody home,
perhaps a stranger,
even, who then killed her,
that's a real possibility.
One I need to be able
to convince a jury of.
The fact that she came on
to a priest is--
No.
Tom.
No.
No. It would destroy me,
my parish.
No.
Not to mention
it's completely extraneous.
You just--you, you look
desperate, for God's sake.
I'm afraid I'm feeling
a little desperate.
I'll honor my word.
I won't reveal your secret
unless you allow me to,
but, please,
please, think about it.
I've been subpoenaed...
by the prosecution.
Why?
He came here the night
of the murder.
Paul?
TOM: Yeah.
He said that he needed
to confess,
and he panicked.
I--I think because
he heard other people.
He--he fled before he went
into the confessional.
Why did you not tell me this?
Because I felt
it was private,
between a parishioner
and his priest.
So why are you telling
me now?
Because someone
on the cleaning crew
evidently overheard it
and reported it to the police.
It's not private anymore.
I went to confession
because I had just seen
a dead body.
I didn't call the cops or--
plus the affair.
I was in shock, in crisis.
I needed to speak
with my priest.
I didn't go
to confess murder.
I understand, but this
doesn't look good, Paul.
You were seen leaving
the victim's house,
then seen minutes later
rushing to a priest,
ostensibly to confess.
They have no witnesses
to my leaving the house.
You hope.
Where's Wendy now?
She's still at her mother's.
You have to get her back.
She's not coming.
Keep trying.
I want her in the courtroom.
I'm going back
to the office to meet
with the jury consultant.
Voir dire starts after lunch.
I want you there for that.
Okay.
You okay?
(sighs) I don't know.
I'll stay with him.
Whatever you're feeling...
your public face
has to remain stoic.
Photographers
will be snapping pictures.
Any likeness of you
in the newspaper
must be that
of an innocent man.
I miss her.
Of all the times not
to be able to talk to her.
We'll try to get her back.
Get her back?
She's dead, Tara.
I can't talk about
that in public, can I?
I can't let
the potential jury pool
see how much I loved her.
I can't let people
see me grieve because...
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I just--
It's okay.
No, I don't--I
don't mean to.
I apologize.
Paul...
somebody you love has died.
You're allowed to grieve.
An older, black woman,
that's your ideal juror.
Somebody
with life experience.
Somebody who understands
that infidelity
doesn't mean murder.
And if there's any
minority at all,
grab him or her.
Minorities are your best
chance for a hung jury.
I can show you
the statistics.
Never mind what I want.
Tell me what we figure
to get.
Middle-aged white males
who never went to college.
Blue-collar men vote
to convict 98% of the time.
Great.
STRINGER: It's worse.
Blue collars
statistically resent rich,
they resent doctors,
and here's one you'll like,
they resent rich men
with mistresses.
We're defending
a Triple Crown winner.
You need to pray
that there's at least
one black woman in that pool.
I have a series of litmus
questions for you,
but basically
you want black female,
black female, black female.
Am I being too subtle?
MAN: George Bush is a great man.
SHORE: Because?
MAN: Because he's president
of the United States.
You don't get to be president
without a measure of greatness.
SHORE: Bill Clinton.
What about Bill Clinton, sir?
He's okay.
Okay?
What happened to
"you don't get to be president
without a measure
of greatness?"
MAN: Mr. Clinton is brilliant,
he is an excellent politician,
but he committed infidelity.
I can't respect
any person who does that.
Your Honor, I move that this
juror be excused for cause.
Objection.
I'm not removing him.
Your Honor, my client
was unfaithful to his wife.
Clearly--
I'm not removing
every juror who can't
respect infidelity.
We'd have nobody left.
Defense exercises one
of its peremptory challenges.
Thank you, sir.
You are excused.
What?
WINNAKER:
Sir, please leave the room now.
Fine.
As far as I go,
infidelity should be a crime.
Put him in jail.
(clapping)
I hear you.
Yes, I do.
Yes, I do.
What is up with you?
What are you even doing here?
CATHERINE: Well, I came
to watch you in voir dire.
See how you relate
to the jurors.
You aren't allowed in there.
You're a witness, Catherine.
Oh, that's right.
Uh, that must be
why I'm here.
I'm a witness.
I need another $50,000.
Actually, that's a lie.
I don't need it.
I just want it.
First, if it's for all
the elective surgeries,
you do need it.
And, second, $50,000
won't nearly get the job done.
The answer's no.
I want the check
by tomorrow.
Tell Victoria
I feel an attack
of conscience coming on.
Your conscience?
That's a pinprick.
Alan.
Catherine.
Alan.
Catherine.
This give and take is a little
like tennis, isn't it?
You know, the game with
the racket and the balls?
Actually, I've got your balls,
haven't I, dear?
And if you don't want me
making a racket,
you'll tell Victoria
to get me that
extra fifty by tomorrow.
(door opens)
(door closes)
KEVIN: We've proceeded
to trial quickly,
frankly, because it was
a simple investigation.
The guy was caught.
He was seen leaving
the house.
He left his prints, hair,
and fibers in the house.
The question I'd ask
is why did the defense
agree to a quick trial?
And I suspect
the answer is
because they're trying
to trade
on the doctor's reputation
before it's shot.
Hello, Detective.
Nice to see you talking
to a reporter,
commenting on the evidence.
Be sure to get
that spelling right.
It's M-C,
capital C-A-R-L-E-Y.
Excuse us.
See, Kev, the idea
from your side
is not to give defense
any grounds for appeal,
talking to the press,
contaminating jury pools,
that kind of thing.
State of mind is no excuse,
by the way.
You can't plead stupidity.
Thoughts?
The reason this is being
tried here in Dedham
is because you didn't move it
when you had the chance.
You didn't wanna move it
because you wanted
to come back here
and put on a big show
in your hometown,
and now it's backfiring.
You're not even
a criminal attorney.
Your specialty is antitrust.
Oh, you're here to help out
your friend, aren't you?
You're a fraud.
(music playing)
Norfolk county's
a little rigid.
You can't change venue?
Apparently not.
And some of our witnesses...
make us uneasy.
Which witnesses?
Catherine Piper?
Let's do this.
FRUTT: Alan...
can we see you a second?
Jamie evidently heard
an exchange between
you and Catherine Piper,
which led her to conclude
that this witness
may have been bought.
Do you know
anything about that?
And why would Jamie
think that?
You'd have to ask Jamie,
Eugene.
FRUTT: I did.
She heard the witness
talking about a deal,
a transaction,
and then she heard you
shut the discussion down.
What's going on, Alan?
And don't lie to us.
It appears that
my client's mother
may have bribed Ms. Piper.
I wasn't present for it.
I don't know.
I don't want to know.
That's why I
instructed Ms. Piper
to tell me nothing
about whatever deal
they may have entered into.
Well, it seems like
you have enough
to go to the judge.
I don't, and I won't.
YOUNG: You won't?
Look, listen to me, Alan.
I'll take a pass on that.
Thank you.
I've done nothing
but listen to you
since I walked through the door
and, frankly, Eugene,
I'm tired of listening to you.
You're not that interesting.
Let's make a little deal.
Until this trial is over,
I'll keep completely out
of your way.
You stay the hell out of mine.
(door closes)
He's gone.
Eugene, obviously
he's feeling a lot of stress.
This is one of his oldest
friends on trial here.
Ellenor,
when this trial is over,
that man is gone.
(door opens)
STRINGER: I'm not good
with dead bodies, Alan.
Just see what the problem is.
Oh, what about Tara?
Tara loves dead bodies.
It's worrisome.
I'm serious.
Death makes me nauseous.
SHORE: Gee, and it
so tickles the rest of us.
Tara's busy interviewing
witnesses.
I need to go see Paul,
who's on the verge
of a breakdown.
I need you to meet
with the medical examiner.
So, please, just do it.
Hello.
Where is he?
In his tree house.
Believe that?
His tree house?
The one that he and I--
It's still standing.
You two swung a pretty
good hammer back then.
I suppose
I shouldn't say that.
(wood creaks)
SHORE: George Scott
whiffs inning over.
Wasn't that our password?
Enter.
I can't believe this thing
is still standing.
PAUL: It's been renamed,
home for bad husbands.
(chuckles)
PAUL: I can't tell you how
many times after fights
with Wendy,
I'd come up here to sit.
Remember all our
secret compartments
to hide the beer,
cigarettes, and pot?
PAUL: Well, I found some
of the old pot a few years ago,
by the way.
Smoke it?
Is there any left?
What's going on?
I don't know
if I can make it, Alan.
This is--
You'll make it.
Tara tell you how
much I miss her, Brenda?
No, she didn't.
I have so much
to be humiliated about,
but being ridiculously
in love with someone...
who didn't love me back.
That's always a good one.
Am I gonna beat this?
I don't know.
The case is circumstantial.
They don't have a murder weapon.
They--
I don't know.
PAUL: I'll make a deal.
Get me an acquittal,
I'll meet you back here after,
and I'll bring the beer.
Bring a lot.
The DA wants to meet with me.
I think he plans
to offer murder two.
I assume...
you wouldn't want
to accept that.
This feels like a test.
It isn't.
I won't accept murder two.
Don't need this crap.
Came all the way
from New Haven.
What exactly is the problem?
Oh, you'll see exactly
the problem.
Look, I don't actually have
to see the body, okay?
You can just tell me.
DOCTOR:
Words don't tell story.
You need to see.
Wonderful.
Report says, "35-year-old
attractive woman,
beaten to death with hammer."
Not beaten, not attractive,
not woman.
What the hell?
DOCTOR:
This is not Brenda Wilbur.
You destroyed her?
Evidently, she was mistakenly
ID'd as a transient.
And our normal procedure
post-autopsy--
look, we screwed up.
You think?
Technically,
you need to file a motion
to preserve the remains.
You didn't do that.
It's evidence.
I hardly need file a motion.
"Don't destroy evidence"?
CLARKE: Our autopsy
was complete, so even if we--
Hold on.
I need to ask the obvious
question however delicate.
Did he take the body home
with him to, you know--
Hey, bite me.
Kevin.
I've had it with this ass.
He's enjoying this.
He's been smug since
5th grade, and I'm sick of it.
All right.
I'd like to respond to that.
First, yes,
I am enjoying it.
I can't wait to tell
the jury
you accidentally
destroyed the corpse.
Second, I believe
I was quite humble
your 3rd year of 5th grade.
You know what?
Just be quiet.
Look, as I said, you'll get
the relevant tissues
and fluids plus the reports.
You won't be prejudiced.
Now, can we discuss a plea?
There isn't going
to be a plea.
You're making a mistake.
You have a little booger.
Alan, you can't really wanna
try this case.
Oh, but I can.
(phone rings)
Excuse me.
Hello?
I'll be right there.
There's a sale.
I did tell the police.
They think I got the wrong
house or something.
SHORE: How old was the woman?
I couldn't really tell.
She was all bundled up.
You're sure she came out
of Brenda Wilbur's house?
90% sure
it was her house, yeah.
At 7:00?
Around then.
Could you see
her face at all?
No. No. She was all
bundled up and stuff.
The reason I remember
is there was no car out front,
which made me think
she was going for a walk
or something,
which was strange,
because it was colder
than a witch's--
I'm sorry.
That's all right.
I'm actually not a witch.
SHORE: Excuse us.
Look, get the best
description you can,
clothes, everything,
then get over
to be with Paul.
I'm worried
about him being alone.
I'd go myself, but according
to our jury consultant,
we have another emergency.
What?
You.
Me?
GLAZER: I interviewed people
from the jury pool.
You went over like lead.
Too urban, too slick,
too smart.
Too smart?
This is a blue-collar,
uneducated,
overweight,
lunch-bucket town.
You're a smooth,
Harvard-type sophisticate.
And they don't like you.
You need to find
a Joe Schmoe fat, Catholic,
and put him at your table.
What did you just say to me?
I asked you to be part
of my team, Jimmy.
What's going on?
Nothing's going on.
I need you.
He's setting me up
for something.
No, I'm not.
Look, you can't have him.
You already got Jamie.
I'll return Jamie.
I need Jimmy.
YOUNG: Really?
So I'm gonna ask the same
question he did.
What's going on?
What's going on is I think
Jimmy could be an asset.
Look, put it on the table
or you don't get him.
Dedham is very blue-collar.
The jury consultant thinks
I will alienate the jury
because I'm well-dressed
and look like
I read, and, well,
Jimmy doesn't.
That's it!
FRUTT: Hey, get off him!
YOUNG: Hey!
Get off me!
FRUTT: Alan, get back!
Jimmy!
What the hell's wrong
with you?
What the hell is this place?
You all go to great lengths
to establish a team philosophy
that we'll all jump
in together when need be.
I need him!
I need you!
You once billed yourself
as "Jimmy the Grunt"
for your own personal gain.
Well, I need you to sit
your fat ass at my table
and send
that same message again,
not for me, not for you,
for the client,
the client...
who happens to be innocent.
So how can I help you?
Well, I come to you
with a very heavy heart.
I've been to my pastor but...
I'm afraid I can only--
well, may I sit?
Sure.
There's no easy way
to say this.
I saw Paul Stewart
leave Brenda Wilbur's house
around 10:30 the night
of the murder.
Excuse me.
Did you say 10:30?
Paul's mother paid me
$600,000
not to come forward.
I'm ashamed to say
I accepted.
But my conscience
just won't allow me
to go down this path.
I simply have to tell
the truth.
He was there.
I saw him.
It pains me to say it,
but I have no doubt
he killed that woman.
(music playing)
WOMAN: You stinker!
(music playing)