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Guilty As Sin Script




Proceed, Mr Schiff.



when you entered that

Suite 405 of the Holiday lnn.



Mr Lombardo was alone in

the room with Richard Colbert,



a deputy director of the

lnternal Revenue Service,



who was kneeling beside a coffee table

counting out stacks of $100 bills.



And will you tell the jury

how you knew of this...



Therefore, with probable cause,

you applied for a warrant?



- Yes, sir.

- Which Federal Judge Griffen granted.



Thank you. Your witness.



Agent Powell, as you know,

my client, Ed Lombardo,



- is charged with extortion.

- Yes, ma'am.



Did you observe Richard Colbert

when he first entered the hotel?



- Yes, ma'am.

- Was he carrying anything?



- No, ma'am.

- Why not?



We didn't want him to know

that we were there.



So Richard Colbert

could have conceivably brought

the $       in with him.



He could or he could not have.



Your agency has a well-deserved

reputation for thoroughness.



Did you also investigate

Richard Colbert's background...



to ascertain why he might have

been carrying such a large sum?



- The man gambled.

- l'm sorry. l didn't hear that.



that Colbert came there

that night to place a bet?



Agent Powell, hadn't a division

of your task force been trying

to link Mr Lombardo...



- We have.

- And in those circles,



$       would not be considered

an unusually large wager.



- Am l correct?

- l heard of bets like that.



And wasn't your arrest made just

two days before the Super Bowl?



- Yes.

- Agent Powell, did you--



- l've got everything l need.

- You're sensational, Counsellor.



- What would it take

to keep you on retainer?

- A lot.



Here's the situation:

The FBl had a Title lll wiretap

authorization, all right,



but it expired five days

before the arrest.



No, no, they followed the rules.

They pulled the tap.



Well, then how'd they find out

about a meeting that was planned

just the day before?



An FBl guy working inside

the Lombardo organization.



They're not gonna risk blowing his cover

to get a simple bribery conviction.



Don't worry. You won't.



No matter what l need,

you're always there for me.



Count on it. You know, if your mother

hadn't turned me down nine times,



l-l'd be your father.



ls it unethical for me to ask

just how you got your information?



Well, there's a secretary

over at the Justice Department.



And there is nothing

a   -year-old woman won't do...



for a date with a six--

  -year-old man.



Goddam it! lt took us two and a half

years to get this man into position.



lt'll take them no time

to finger him and kill him!



My job is to get Ed Lombardo

off, not to aid and abet...



in exposing a federal

undercover agent.



My client knows nothing

about this conversation.



-Well, how can l rely

on you to keep quiet?

-Because l'm giving you my word!



l'll leave it to you two

to figure a way out of this.



- Got it here as fast as l could.

- Oh, thanks.



By the way,

your fan is back again.



He's been here every day.



l mean, he's gorgeous.

He can't take his eyes off you.



You want me to find out

what he wants?



- l know what he wants.

- All rise!



Your Honour, might l ask the court

to examine this document, please?



Well, Mr Schiff, what do you

have to say about this?



maintained the taps

until the date of arrest.



- Yes, it appears so.

- Your Honour, on that basis,

l'd like to move...



for a directed verdict

of not guilty.



l have no choice

but to grant the motion.



The defendant is released from custody.

These proceedings are adjourned.






Couldn't you have found something

a little more official?



lt's my favourite

Chinese joint.



Not bad for a night school lawyer.

See you next time, Counsellor.



Not necessarily.



Ladies and gentlemen,

first of all l'd like to thank...



my brilliant attorney,

Jennifer Haines.



She knew l was an innocent man.



of American justice.

Thank you very much.



How are you tonight,

Miss Haines?



Very well.



ls there anything better than winning?



Hope your day was as good as mine.



- lt was pretty good, in fact.

- Really?



Does this mean

it's time to go home?



You'll never make it

to the parking lot.



- What about the cleaning crew?

- Mmm, they don't get here

'til about midnight.



Should be done with you by then.



You know, sometimes l wonder why

we both even bother to pay rent.



We both have kitchens;

we eat out every night.



We have bedrooms,

but we only sleep in them.



You think there's

something wrong with us?



Think we should be more conventional?

Check into a seedy motel?



l don't have to get up tomorrow.



Well, l do.



Well, our flight to Aspen

isn't 'til  :  .



Jen, you better get yourself

a good criminal attorney.



- Why?

- Because you're gonna murder me.



- Why?

- Because this damned acquisition...



gets more complicated every day.



- l'll make it up to you.

- l've heard this before.



Hey! You, of all people,

should understand.



l can't help it. lt's work.



So is this relationship.



- Way to go, Jennifer!

- Hey, hey.



Have you seen the morning paper?



Get a load of the picture

on page three.



Hope they didn't catch me with my eyes

closed and my mouth open, as usual.



lt's not you. They claim he threw her

out the window last Friday.



You'd think he'd

still be in mourning.



The police are looking all over

for him, he has the nerve...



to walk into a Superior Court

and watch a trial? Thanks.






- Yeah?

- There's a gentleman here

who says you're expecting him.



- A Mr Greenhill?

- So he wasn't just watching the trial.



- He was watching you.

- Tell him l'm in a meeting.

l can't see him.



Didn't anyone ever say

no to you before?



Yes. My wife said no,

just before l threw her out the window.



You find it amusing

being charged with murder?



Of course not. lt did get your

attention though, didn't it?



ls that why you showed up at the

Lombardo trial? To get my attention?




l want you to defend me.



They tell me you're the best there is,



that you're smart and tough.



Couldn't hazard a guess.



who used to take her

to trials after school...



- Where'd you hear that?

- Uh, some old bailiff

down at the courthouse.



l see the little girl who,

at the ripe age of   



jumped up in the middle

of a murder trial and said, ''Objection!''



And the judge took you

back to his chambers...



and you ended up clerking

for that judge ten years later.



And l really delve into

anything that interests me.



Uh-huh. And did this interest

develop before or after...



you threw your wife

out the window?



We need to get

one thing very clear.



l did not murder anybody.



Come on, Counsellor.

You're experienced enough...



to recognize a set-up

when you see one.



- Who set you up?

- My wife.



She throws herself out the window

and makes it look like you did it?



You don't know how crazy

some women can behave.



- l'm sure you do.

- Yes, l do.



l've lived off of women

all my life.



That's all l'm good at.

lt's my talent--



Getting women to do

what l want them to do.



Then you must have

wanted her dead.



l knew she was angry

with me and upset.



Depressed over our relationship.



Now, what could a man do

to get his wife that, that angry?



Miss Haines,



God put too damn many

attractive women on this earth.



Rita knew that about me

before we were married,



and l never promised to change.



You don't portray yourself

as a very sympathetic figure.



There's a hell of a big

difference between...



being a compulsive

womanizer and a murderer.



- Was your wife rich?

- Very.



So you stand to inherit

a great deal of money?



Yes. And l've earned every penny.



Look at what she's

putting me through now.



She could have just divorced you.



Not good enough.



Miss Haines,

my wife was a very sick woman.



Two years ago she had to be

institutionalized for seven months.



Clinical depression.



And she swore that she'd get back at me

even if it meant from the grave.



And now, thanks to her

letter writing skills,



l might just spend the rest

of my life behind bars.



- There was a letter?

- Yes.



lt arrived at the State's Attorney's

Office the day after her death.



They wouldn't let me see it,

but they made it pretty clear...



Where did you go?



Do l have to answer that?



l promise, nothing you say

could lower my opinion of you.



All right.



l met a very nice lady

at the bar at the Drake.



She had some clean shirts at

her place; so many of them do.



And they always seem to fit.



Terrible picture, don't you think?



Do you know that there

are some women that are...



always attracted

to men the same size?



l'm counting on you to arrange that.



l have someone at the State's Attorney's

Office you can surrender to...



without a lot of media coverage.



- And so you'll handle my defence?

- Oh, thank you, but no.



Why not?

Because you don't like me?



- Or because you do?

- You're not my type.



l wouldn't be

too sure about that.



Come on. Why won't you handle

my defence? l'm innocent.



How would l know that?



Because, Miss Haines,

you can tell about clients...



like l can tell

about women, like that.



You know, it's funny.

l actually believe you.



Liars are seldom as blunt

or ridiculous.



Well, then, come on. For every

five Lombardos you represent...



you should take on

at least one innocent man.



-Mmm, my calendar's full.

-l can't believe you're turning me down.



l'm sure it's a novel experience,

but you'll get used to it.



l never have.



l'll tell you what.



l'll arrange for Josephine Grimes

to come see you.



She's a capable attorney

with her own firm...



and two grown sons as her partners.



l'm sure she'll be safe with you.



Get me Stanley Helman

in the State's Attorney's Office.



- Well, l'm glad you're not

taking that vacation.

- Well--



We've decided to let you take over

on this Barry Carpenter mess.



uh, he's as innocent as a baby.



Let's hold off on that a minute.



Yesterday l spent ten minutes

in my office with a slick...



but very attractive womanizer

who really needs an attorney.



- Who?

- David Greenhill.



Oh, no. Not that guy who

threw his wife out the window.



- l don't know that he did.

- What did you tell him?



l turned him down,

but l'm having second thoughts.



- Why?

- Because l've never represented

anyone like Greenhill before.



He is completely in love

with himself, manipulative...



and an outrageous flirt.






l mean, he is a classic target.



The media is gonna have

a field day with him.



''Gigolo murders society wife.''

''Lady-killer kills lady.''



They are gonna hate him

and try and destroy him.



ls that why you're

tempted to take him on?



- Maybe.

- You're really feeling your oats,

aren't you, Jennifer?



- You said you thought

l could be one of the best.

- Mmm.



You carried me through law school,

kept moving me up in the firm.



You want an honest answer?

l am feeling my oats.



- Good.

- l think l can get him off.



Besides, he makes a very good

case for his own innocence.



- l believe him.

- Well, l can see you're

talking yourself into it.



He should be able to afford

the very best defence, eh?



l thought you'd find

something positive about it.



You actually showed up.



You can't-- You can't imagine

how much better l feel...



- just knowing that you're here.

- Well, don't feel too good.



The State's Attorney's Office

say the lab reports show...



your fingerprints

all over that window.



And the houseboy claims he

cleaned it just the day before.



l-lt was stuck.

Rita deliberately...



got me to open the window

that morning.



Can anybody corroborate that?



lt was after the houseboy went out.



Goddam it. Don't you think

if l was gonna toss my wife

out the fuckin' window,



l'd have the common sense to

wipe my fingerprints off of it?



You don't have to convince me.



- Okay.

- Rodriguez! Your defence

counsellor is here.



Here's a copy of the letter she sent

to the State's Attorney's Office.






According to her, l may as well have

taken an ad out in the Chicago Trib.



Our first problem is gonna be

to get you free on bail,



which is always very difficult

in a capital offence.



Then l guess l got me

an attorney.



Can you post bond?



Well, my wife's family

has tied up all the assets,



but Miriam said that she would

stand for the bond and--



Oh, and she said

she'd pay your fee.



- Miriam?

- Miriam Langford.



She's a dear friend.



You don't mind

if l have friends, do you?



Just don't marry them

'til the trial's over, okay?



Ah, don't worry about that.



l might even fall in love

with somebody else by then.



Your Honour, my client, David Greenhill,

has no prior record...



of any criminal activity,

nor has he any history of violence.



He maintains strong financial

and property ties to the community.



There is no reason to believe there is

any danger he'll flee the jurisdiction.



We respectfully request

bail not be denied.



Your Honour, we're dealing here with a

case of cold-blooded murder for profit.



An act so brutal, so premeditated,

it would lead any civilized person...



to believe the perpetrator would be

a danger to others in the community.



Therefore, it's in

the interest of the people that

David Greenhill be denied bail.



The court sets bail

in the amount of $      .



And you will surrender

your passport today. Next.



- Let me get outta here.

- Case number       .



Miriam, thank you

so much for everything.



l can't tell you

what this means to me.



You're the only one

that believes l'm innocent.



- What about Miss Haines?

- Oh, God, Miss Haines!



She said she'd defend me

even if l was guilty.



- That's her job, isn't it?

- l don't trust her.



See, people like us, Miriam,

we're-- We're warm people.



But she's a--

She's an attorney!



Don't you talk to her about us.

Don't discuss anything with her.



- Do you understand?

- She's awfully attractive.



Not to me, she's not.



All she cares about is winning.

She's like a goddam machine.



She did get you out of jail.

lt's what you wanted.



No, baby.

This is what l wanted.



- Just to your right, ma'am.

- Thank you.



- Hello. Yes, l'm here

to see Mr Greenhill.

- Oh, yes.



Good morning.

Thanks for coming.



Really nice of you to meet here

instead of at the office.



Must feel good to be home.



lt does kinda.



l'm trying not to think

about that window.



That is what you came to see,

isn't it? That window?



l need to know a little

about your background:



- your family, where you went to school.

- Oh, sure.



l was an army brat, in and out

of one school after another.



My father was an artillery captain.

Sit down, please.



l was an only child

and my mother's whole world.



She used to steal money out of

my father's pockets and give it to me.



l don't think it mattered

too much when he went away

to Vietnam and never came back.



l know it's probably hard to believe

given my current lifestyle,



but l hardly dated

when l was in high school.



ln fact, l didn't really start going out

until after my mother died.



And then only with older women.



What does that tell ya?



- Have you ever had

psychiatric counselling?

- Once.



Woman psychiatrist.



You can imagine

how that turned out.



Well, at least she didn't

charge me for the sessions.



But you've never

been married before?



Friend of mine once said,

''Never marry a woman for her money.



Get her money without

marrying her.''



Hi! This is a surprise.

Do we have plans tonight?



l had a visitor today

at the office.



- Your client dropped by.

- Yeah?



- Which client?

- David Greenhill.



- What?

- Yeah, just marched in

like he owned the joint.



- What in the world did he want?

- Well, he wanted to thank me...



for giving up our trip to Aspen

so that you could defend him,



but since l did hurt my knee

there last year, maybe it was

better that l didn't go.



Now, uh, how the hell

did he know that stuff?



Sweetheart, l have no idea.

l've told him absolutely nothing

about my personal life.



Yeah, well, somebody's

been doin' some talking.



You know, the whole time

he was looking me up and down.



- He was checking me out.

- He does that with everybody.



Oh, yeah?

So how do you rate, Jen?



What are you, a ten? Eleven?



Hasn't he told you yet?



Look, Phil, l don't like what

he did, but you're really--



l don't like your client.

Get rid of him.



- ''Get rid of him''?

- He's a slimy son of a bitch.



He very well may be, but the

question is: ls he a murderer?



He's butting into our lives,

so l say dump him.



You have no right to ask that of me.



by the way,

whom l truly detested?



How many times have l had to

sit with them and dine with them,



listen to their stupid jokes

and smile sweetly 'cause you

had a deal going on with them?



Look, Counsellor, l'm not on the jury,

so save the brilliant summation.



The bottom line: There's nothing

going on with me and this guy.



l'm not attracted to him.

He's not coming on to me.



and l am uncomfortable

in the situation, l will make...



- the appropriate decision then.

- Lawyer talk.



Why do you have to use

that tone of voice...



There's no point talkin', Jennifer.

You always have to win.



David Greenhill did not

start this, you did.



Well, hi there.



- What's so important?

- You dropped in to see...



-Did he say l was rude?

-lt doesn't matter what he said.



you better get yourself

another attorney. You can tell

your Miriam Langford...



to start looking because

l will not be there for you.



Actually, l think

Phil's a hell of a guy.



He's crazy about you.



You know, l'm not remotely

interested in your opinion.



Jennifer, l-l can take criticism.



But please try

to understand that l've...



never been accused of a crime

before in my whole life.



l'm completely vulnerable.



Right now,

you-you're my entire world.



l understand that. But if you

ever do that again, l'm walking.



- No, you won't.

- Oh, just watch me.



Please, Jennifer, l--



l don't even have Miriam any more.



lt's finished.

l broke it off myself.



Christ sakes, Jennifer,

Miriam wasn't a stupid woman.



She could see what

was happening between us.



Wha-What was happen--

What did you tell her?



l told her that right now,

that you're the only woman...



in the world that

means anything to me.



- David, are you crazy?

- cut me off and then got on a plane...



and went to Europe,

went to Geneva.



She has a house there.

At least l think that's where she went.



'Course, she's got    houses

all over the fuckin' world.



Empty houses with servants

sittin' around on their asses,

waitin' for somebody to show up.



She didn't give a fuck about me! She

just wanted to know that l was there.



David, she was also

paying for your defence.



- You'll get your money,

don't worry about that.

- From who?



You're going to prove me innocent

and then there will be millions.



You know, no matter how bad

it ever got with me and Rita,



at least l knew she had

real feelings for me.



She framed you for her own murder.

l'd say you're not doing that well...



- in the female department.

- Well, l just am not-- Oh, shit!



What am l? Am l some kind

of a fuckin' lowlife...



because l take money

when it's offered to me?



Nobody says a goddam thing.

lt's perfectly fine, isn't it?



Well, you--

lf you wanna talk about...



goddam women as sex objects?

What about--



What about men? What about me?



They use me.

And then they fuckin' drop me...



whenever they damn well please.



l do not intend

to represent you any more.



l tried to speak to you rationally, but

you defy all logic, so l'm backing off.



l'm not doing this for him.

l'm doing this because you--



You're an impossible person. l don't

have to put up with it and l won't.



No. No, l'm the one

that has to do this.



l'm the one that has to stand trial.



l have to defend myself

and my whole fuckin' lifestyle.



- Sure, go.

- Then step out of my way.



Oh, and Jennifer?

Ah, l mean, Miss Haines.



Really like your hair that way.



Oh, put the lady on.



Mrs Langford. l'm sorry

to be calling you on your vacation,



but our accounting department informs me

that you haven't remitted any payment...



for Mr Greenhill's

recent fees and expenses.



Yeah, Tom. Hi.



Jennifer, uh, l've just hung up

with Mrs Langford in Geneva.



She, uh, not only refuses

any more financial...




for David Greenhill, uh--



She maintains that the,

the two of you are having an affair.



Tom, l had to go

to his apartment yesterday.



He told me while he was waving

a ten-inch kitchen knife

in front of my face--



He told me that l was the only woman

in the world that meant anything to him.



He treats me like we're

intimate. l don't know why,

but he's become fixated on me.



lt's-- lt's scary.



He's your client. You picked him.



l made a mistake.

l really made a mistake.



l'm sorry. Let's dump this guy.

l want off this case.



l want this lunatic out of my life.



- How do we do it?

- So now that the man can't pay,



- suddenly you don't

want any part of him.

- That's not it, Your Honour.



He totally misrepresented his ability

to meet these obligations.



You are associated with one of

the most successful firms in this city.



l don't think it's going to go under

because one client can't pay his bill.



You can always sue for these fees

afterwards and collect in a civil court.



No one's stopping you from that.



Your Honour, he's already

in arrears over      .



- lt's estimat--

- The exact dollar figure

does not concern me.



You took on this man's defence,

filed his plea of not guilty,



went through the pleadings and the

discovery process, and now you want out.



for this entire process to be

repeated with some other attorney?



Why should they foot the bill

because your firm...



didn't obtain an adequate

retainer up front?



This widespread dumping of clients

is an abuse to the entire system.



l intend to see it stopped.



You will provide

the best defence possible.



And l'm gonna keep an eye on you

and make sure that you do.



Request denied.



Mr Greenhill.



ln your letter to me you said

you had complete faith in Miss Haines.



Do you still feel Miss Haines

can give you adequate representation?



Yes, l do, Your Honour.



l guess l'll see you in court.



l won't hold this against you.



- Good morning.

- Good morning.



You have some things

for Jennifer Haines,



- uh,   -C down the street?

- lt was going to be delivered.



Yeah, well, um--



She asked me to run down

and pick 'em up for her.



- Okay.

- Uh, she said...



to just put it on her account?



Very light on the starch,

especially in the collar.



- Okay. l'll remember.

- Thank you.



- Good morning, Rosalie.

- Miss Haines isn't in yet.



Yes, l know, dear. Thank you.



- You look very nice today.

- Good morning, Mr Greenhill.



Hello, Gretchen.

Hello, Virginia.



- Good morning, Mr Greenhill.

- Nice to see you.



- Good morning, Emily.

- You don't have an appointment.



l, l know.

Well, listen, l, uh--



l'm just gonna drop these things off

for Jennifer. She might need them later.



- Should l just put 'em inside?

- Oh, l'll take it.



Oh, okay. Um, and tell Jennifer

l'll just talk to her later.



Ah, she's got

a very busy schedule.



Emily, um, how long have you

worked for Miss Haines?



Well, l'm sure that she

relies on your discretion.



And so do l.



l behaved badly the other day.

l'm sorry.



Look, as soon as you're free, l want us

to go off for a couple of weeks...



and we won't tell anybody

where we're going.



There's a little detail

of earning money for the firm.



No, no, no. They can hardly refuse

to let a girl go on her honeymoon.



Will you marry me?



l guess you do.



l could swear that l know you.

Do you work around Watertower?



Women take care of me.



Mm-mm. l already have one.



But you can pay for it.



Bartender? This one's on her.



-Jennifer, l need to speak to you alone.

-What the hell do you want?



Jennifer, l know l've said

some things that l shouldn't,

but please don't treat me this way.



- l-lt's not right.

- Look, just ignore him.



This is some very weird thing

he's doing, just like leaving

my clothes at my office.



- What are you talkin' about?

- She didn't tell you?



You-You didn't tell him about the

personal items you left at my apartment?



- Look, maybe you should

just talk to the man.

- l don't want to talk to him.



- l do not want him in my personal life.

- All right, you heard her.



You know, it's supposed to

be unethical when a doctor...



or a psychiatrist

seduces their patients.



- But what about when a lawyer does it?

- That's bullshit!



Maybe l know her a little

better than you do, Phil.



-You better get the fuck outta my sight.

-Don't hit him.



That's what he wants.






This is the monster client syndrome

every lawyer dreads.



Why would he make all that garbage up?



- He's brilliant at finding out

people's weak spots.

- Oh.



Our relationship is your weak spot?



You said that, l didn't.



- Thank you.

- Just drop me off at home, okay?



Whatever you want.



- Hello, Phil?

- Oh, dear.



You're all by yourself.



Why are you doing this?



'Cause if you loved me,

you'd do a better job defending me.



This is like saying ''fuck you''

to your brain surgeon the night

before the operation.



For a limited time only you can receive

this entire box set for only  .  .



l'm not worried.

l'll see you tomorrow at   :  .



- What?

- Check your calendar, honey.



We have a scheduled conference

tomorrow at   :  .



Or should l get word to Judge Tompkins

that you're refusing to see me?



-   :  .

- Nighty-night.



l'll be with you in a minute.



Let's go over the events

of the afternoon of your wife's death.



You left the apartment

at    after   :  .



The lobby doorman saw you exit

the elevator and go out.



Yeah, isn't that great

he remembered?



You then walked to this

Four Farthings Bar...



on Dickens Street

where you met a woman.



Would you care to tell me

her name and address now?



Counsellor, how would

that sound in court?



While his beloved wife was tossing

herself out the fuckin' window,



our hero was down at the local

bar gettin' his rocks off.



Let's just say l took

a long walk, shall we?



There wasn't any woman,

was there?



- Well, there could have been.

- But there wasn't.



Yes, but there could have been.



l've met a lot of nice ladies

in that particular bar.



- But not on that day?

- Let me ask you something, Counsellor.



But then l haven't

butchered    or    people.



'Course he's a pro, so l guess

that makes the difference.



Uh, that doesn't

bother you so much.



You're not giving me

very much to work with.



Well, you got them to believe

that Frank Hillman slept right

through the murders...



in his own house

of his wife and both the kids.



l proved, that from his bedroom,



he would not have been able

to hear the screams in the basement.



Yes, l know.

l was there that day.



Oh, yes. Quite a few times.



ln fact,

sometimes it was hard to get in.



ls that when you started thinking

about killing your wife?



Now that you mention it.



Wait a minute. Now, was that

a proper question for you to ask?



By law, l'm forbidden to repeat anything

you tell me in confidence.



But l'm certain you knew that.



Could you explain that to me?

l'm not quite sure how that works.



Oh, l think you are.



Privileged communication

between attorney and client.



Mm-hmm. So, you couldn't

be forced to tell,



- but you could leak something.

- Only at the risk of being disbarred.



l would lose my licence

to practice...



and the facts wouldn't be

admissible in court.



Now, does that pertain

to just the current crime...



that l am charged with

or would that include...



Other murders?



lt's getting very interesting.



The law is very clear on this.



Only the details of any future

crime that was being planned...



l would have to reveal.



Anything that had already happened...



comes under the protection

of privilege.



You know what the problem is

with committing perfect murders?



- What?

- You can't tell anybody about them.



Were they all women, David?



Now don't get optimistic.



l hardly qualify as a serial killer.



l never got any pleasure

out of the actual act.



lt was more the, the planning

and the covering up...



that was the most rewarding.



You spent the money very quickly

and you needed more.



lt's never difficult to find.



Did you know that there's

a certain breed of women...



that always seem

to seek out men like me?



They think that their money

puts them in control.



And for a while,

l go along with it.



But you'd never been

arrested before?



Questioned once or twice,

but never detained.



Back in New York?



l never said l lived in New York.



But somewhere on,

on the East coast.



Emily. Just in the nick of time.



l was about to spill my guts

all over this table.



Would you like me to send out

for some sandwiches?



Uh-- Uh, no. No, thank you.



Uh, uh, l think

we're about finished.



So, w-we'll meet again

on, on Friday.



- At   :  .

- Yes, Friday at   :  .



l'll bet you can hardly wait.



A-And David,

don't call me at home.



Oh, you won't hear

from me until Friday.



Emily. You've lost

a couple of pounds.



Keep up the good work.



- Hello.

- Moe, l need to see you right away.



He's toying with you.



lf he can prove it, that's,

that's something else.



l just had a feeling it had

to be New York or Boston...



or Philadelphia;

some major city on the East coast...



where wealthy women congregate.



He said he'd been

picked up and questioned.



Well, that's a definite plus.



He might have been operating

under a different name.



Maybe not.

This boy loves to take chances.



l need you to help me, Moe.






l need you find out every

single thing you can about him.



You can't turn him in unless you

wanna kiss your career goodbye.



Why is--



Why is he inventing things about me?



Why is he loading me up with information

that could potentially harm him?



Moe, he had this whole thing

worked out in advance.



He chose me to defend him

before he killed his wife.



What if he--



What if he decides it's

too risky for me to be alive?



Thank you! Thank you,

thank you so much!



Trevor-Norton, eh?



We can work that one out.



No, l can't.

l'll be in, uh, court next week.



Yeah, Trevor-Norton.

Custom-made shoes in London.



But they went out

of business two years ago.



- Do you think you can

trace him back through them?

- Well, l got other leads.



Has his shirts made in Hong Kong.



Here, let me do that.



- l'll take you to the airport, okay?

- Ah, good. Yeah.



And the deceased, Mrs Greenhill, visited

you at the    st Detective Division...



exactly one week

before her death. ls that right?



- She did.

- Will you tell us

the substance of that meeting?



She told me she was desperately afraid

her husband intended to kill her.



Did you speak to Mrs Greenhill

subsequent to that first meeting?



Yeah, l, uh, telephoned her five days

later to make sure she was all right.



She said she was living in

a constant state of terror,



locking her bedroom door at night.



So l urged her to move

into a hotel, contact her lawyer.



Uh, there was no action that

the police could have taken

under the circumstances.



Unfortunately, no crime

had been committed.



Your witness.



Lieutenant Martinez,



do you feel guilty now about

not having taken action?



Why should l?

l went by the book.



l don't see how

l could have prevented it.



You didn't believe her, did you?



l thought she was maybe making trouble

for her husband. l don't know.



Well, Mr Greenhill sent me to this,

uh, uniform store on Grant Street...



to, uh, to get outfitted.



He, uh, he said he was tired of seeing

me in the same uniforms every day.



Did he tell you

what time to be back?



No, actually he said

there was no need to hurry.



And in less than one hour after you left

Mrs Greenhill alone with her husband,



she plunged to her death

from the   th floor window.



- Objection. Leading.

- Withdrawn. No more questions.



Mr Loo, you were with

the deceased for over a year

before she married David Greenhill.



- ls that right?

- Right.



And during that time, who gave

you your orders and instructions

around the house?



Mrs Greenhill did, of course.



So it may very well have been

Rita Greenhill's idea...



that you leave early

that day for the fitting.



Well, it could have been.



Now, you saw the defendant get off

the elevator and cross the lobby.



- ls that right?

- Yes.



Did he give you any

special instructions?



He said his wife was sleeping late

and under no circumstances

should she be disturbed.



Did you actually see

Mr Greenhill exit into the street?



You know, l'm not sure.



But you are certain he couldn't have

reentered the elevator and gone back up.



Suppose he slipped around to

the far corner of the lobby and

took the service elevator up.



- Would you have seen that?

- Well, l wouldn't have seen that.



Your witness.



Well, he had an overcoat on.

lt-- lt was chilly outside.



l think he had on gloves.



- Excuse me?

- He had on gloves.



He always dressed real smart,

Mr Greenhill. Just like today. Real G.Q.



- We've seen the suit,

Mr Greenhill. Sit down.

- Uh, sorry.



Mr Nolan, are you certain

he had on gloves?



his fingerprints all over

would put on gloves afterwards?



- Hardly a question, Your Honour.

- Out of line, Miss Haines,

and you know it.



The jury will disregard

Miss Haines' comments.



- What was going on

in the lobby that day?

- Same as every day.



- Only in the lobby?

- No.



- Could you be more specific?

- Well, at that particular time,



they were sandblasting

from    through  .



On eight, they were knocking out walls,

combining apartments.



- How were they getting there?

- Service elevator, service stairs.



- l don't see how.

- And to your knowledge,



did the police question each

and every one of those painters

and plasterers and plumbers...



to find out whether or not

they had seen David Greenhill?




-Withdrawn. l have no further questions.



We will adjourn

until  :   tomorrow morning.



Well, l think that made

a few points with the jury.



You seem surprised

l'm doing a decent job.



Hello, Esther.



Say hello to Jennifer Haines.

Jennifer, this is my friend, Esther.



Well, you're every bit as attraactive

as David said you were



I'm sure he's never

stopped talking about me.



- Surprise.

- I hope this brings us up-to-date.



[ Skipped item nr.     ]



You could have paid

your bills from the start



I would have paid up on the spot.



Would you care to join us for dinner ?



[ Skipped item nr.     ]



No, uh, thank you.

l have to prepare for tomorrow.



See, l just sit here and look pretty

and she does all the work.



He's very lucky

to have you on his side.



Moe, l can hardly hear you.



l'm at the Baltimore Airport

just boarding a plane to Boston.



Thanks to our friendly London

shoe company, l picked up

quite a trail on Greenhill.



He lived here in Maryland

for eight months. Before that,

in Boston under the name of...



Edgar Greenhill.



- lsn't that his middle name?

- Yeah.



Listen, there's a--

There's a woman here, Selma Hanks,



who died here after

she overdosed on sleeping pills.



And another woman in Boston, who, uh,

well, she's on life-support systems...



after she O.D.'d on something.



And they're both

former lady friends of his.



He fixates on a woman and then--



He won't hurt you now. He needs you.



But, Moe,

he's planning something.



Now, look, Jen, you--

You be careful of this guy.



Moe, he had to have been

able to get back upstairs...



to kill his wife

with no one seeing him.



Oh, what did l do right?



Oh, l didn't feel

like being alone tonight.



That bastard.

He's really starting to get to you.



How can l help you?



You can't.



Thank you.



Oh, good morning. l want you to

know how l loved being in court.



You did very well.



Excuse me.



- Morning, Emily.

- Hi, Jennifer.



Good morning, Counsellor.

Did we oversleep this morning a little?



And State's Attorney Heath,

is this the original...



of the document

you received in the mail?



-lt is.

-May we mark this Prosecution Exhibit C?



And would you read the contents

into the record, please?



''lt's after   :   now.



''He's arranged to be alone

with me in the apartment.



''l am not strong enough

to run away.



''l have given up all hope

or reason to fight back.



But if David succeeds, l pray

he will not go unpunished.''



And it's signed,

''Rita Elizabeth Greenhill.''



What did you do after that, sir?



- We sent it to the Criminal

lnvestigation Division...

- Something bothering you today?



-of the State Attorney's Office.

-Sure. The expression...



- on the jury.

- And they, in turn,

sent it to be authenticated.



-And it was therefore verified--

-Don't worry about it.

Diangelo just shot his load.



That letter's all he's got.



One painter's cap.



One dust mask filter.



And one pair of work gloves.



- That is   .  .

- Okay.



- ls that cash or charge?

- Cash, please.






Good morning, Mr Loo.

l thought Mr Greenhill and l...



could, uh, ride

downtown together.



Oh, Mr Greenhill

wasn't here last night.



But he asked me to put out

his clothes...



because he might want to change

before going to court.



- Uh, do you mind if l wait?

- Oh, no, please, feel free.



Care for coffee? l have some made.



- Uh, uh, l prefer tea.

- Of course.



Thank you.



What are you doing?



Quite a responsibility

taking care of all this.



Oh, yes, indeed. Well, Mr Greenhill

is not so, uh, demanding to work for...



now that Mrs Greenhill is gone.



She, uh, she never gave

a person a minute's peace.



- Tea, right?

- Um, actually, no, l'm late.



Would you tell Mr Greenhill

l'll meet him at court? Thank you.



Well, this is a surprise.



Great, we'll split a cab.



- Don't you need to change?

- Don't l look all right?



Excuse me.



The way you were looking at me,

l thought there was somethin' wrong.



A little  :   shadow, perhaps, but...



nothing that would turn the jury

against me, do you think?



You know, for the life of me, l can't

figure out who sent that damn thing.



- What?

- The letter, Jennifer.



l mean, they say it was sent

on the same day that Rita died.



But Rita never left

the apartment that day.



And the mail chute upstairs has been

out of use since the renovations began.



Well, you certainly wouldn't

mail any letter to the State's

Attorney's Office yourself.



Of course not.



Suppose the greedy nephew, uh,

sent it or one of the cousins.



They certainly know

what her signature looks like.

They've seen it on enough cheques.



Could l see a photostat

of the envelope?



Sure. Somebody ought

to be able to figure out...



which branch of the post office

this was processed at.



You will follow up on that.



Of course.



According to the postmark,

this letter was picked up somewhere...



Since there was an earlier

pickup at  :   the letter

had to have been mailed...



- Objection. Argumentative.

- Rephrase, Miss Haines, rephrase.



By making an even greater enlargement

l was able to make a closer examination.



The-- The loops and

the angle of the letters...



now convince me

it is clearly a fake.



l apologize to the court.



Will counsel approach the bench?



What do you have to say

about this, Mr Diangelo?



Well, we've had our own people

examine the signature again,



and they now tend to agree.



We'll stipulate

it's not her handwriting.




l'm talking about...



nailing that fucking Greenhill to

the wall and his lawyer along with him.



Well, after that fiasco with

the forged letter, l would like that.



l got a phone call from one

of his girlfriends yesterday.



- She might have been in on it with him.

- She tipped us where to look:



behind the radiator in the basement

of Greenhill's own building.



We got the search warrant.

Pay dirt.



All the reports are back from the lab.

And there's no question.



David Greenhill

was wearing this stuff.



You're already under oath,




- Why are they recalling him?

- l have no idea.



Detective Martinez, would you go

to the exhibits table, please,



Some coveralls that used

to be white at one time.



A pair of work gloves.



A cap similar to that used

by a painter or plasterer.



A gauze face mask used

to filter out dust and debris.



May we admit these as Prosecution

Exhibits D, E, F and G?



And upon obtaining a warrant,

Lieutenant, did you search

Mr Greenhill's apartment,



and did you find

something of interest?



Yes. A pair of

Trevor-Norton shoes...



with the residue of plaster and

paint on the soles of the shoes.



Mark those Prosecution Exhibit H.

Where were the shoes found?



- Did you make an analysis

of the plaster?

- We did.



- And what did you find?

- Are those your shoes?



lt was similar in every way

to the plaster and other

construction materials being...



- No.

- No more questions.



Let him get it all out.



We tested the inside of the cap

for traces of human hair.



Did you compare your findings

to samples of David Greenhill's hair?



Objection. Prosecution made no request

for specimens of David Greenhill's hair!



With all due respect,

Your Honour. We didn't need to.



The investigating officer

found a comb and a brush

belonging to the defendant...



and we took the specimen

hairs from that.



The specimens seemed to have been

acquired under a legal warrant.

l suggest we continue.



Did you do similar tests

on the gauze mask?



We found minuscule particles

of human blood...



such as might be left if

the wearer had recently shaved.



The University of Chicago

prepared these charts.



Entered as Exhibits l

and J for the Prosecution.

Will you explain the chart, please?



The skin sample matches exactly

the defendant's DNA patterns.



- Did you put the gloves

through your spectrograph?

- Examination of the lining...



of the gloves showed traces

of an over-the-counter cleaning

product called Windex Spray.



ldentical to the solvent

present on the window...



through which Mrs Greenhill

was thrown to her death.



- Objection, Your Honour!

- Sustained.



We'll take lunch now.



- Go have lunch.

- We have to talk.



You heard me.



l brought you a sandwich.



Oh, how thoughtful.



Based on what's happened,

do you care to change your plea?



l'll sleep on it.



- What is it?

- Hello, David. Do you know who this is?



Yes. How are things in Boston?



There's been someone around asking

questions about you the last few days.



Of course,

l didn't tell him anything.



An older man?



Seventy? Wears a hat?



Looks like you're going

to lose this one. Thank God.



Let's celebrate.

Call me when you get in.



l'll be home.



l love you, Jennifer.



- Jen.

- l'm right here, sweetheart.



- l'm right here.

- l couldn't see--



l couldn't see who.



This is David's way

of saying he knows.



Ooh! l'm sorry.



- Who were you expecting?

- You know who.



How is he?

ls he gonna be all right?






Can you leave now?



There's somethin' at the office.

l gotta show it to ya. lt's important.



Ya see, it's a clear pattern

but not conclusive proof.



Nothing to make

a prima facie case.



Well, they sure know

where to look.



Well, you divulge any of

those facts and he goes on trial

for any of the other crimes,



they'll throw the cases right out

for violation of confidentiality.



l can't turn him in either,

because, well, l'm employed by you.



- Jury's gotta convict now.

- Well, ya never know.



But as long as that bastard's

out on bail, you--



You watch your step.



l've made my decision.



We'll stick with

the not guilty plea.



That's your call.



Yeah, l didn't want

to do this, but...



now l have no choice.



Mrs Bigelow, say hello

to my attorney, Jennifer Haines.



- How do you do?

- Say hello to Mrs Bigelow.



How is Mrs Bigelow

gonna help us?



Well, her husband isn't

going to like this, but, uh,



well, Kathleen, why don't

you tell Miss Haines...



where l was on the afternoon

of my wife's death?



At my place, just around the

corner from his own apartment.



A five-minute walk.



Naturally l didn't say

anything about it before...



because Kathleen's marriage

was at stake.



And l didn't think there was

much of a case against me.



David was still there when we heard

the police and the ambulance sirens.



He couldn't possibly have had

anything to do with it.



And, tell Miss Haines what

we were doing the week before.



Yes. Um, my eldest daughter

is moving back in with me,

so l've been doing some redecorating.



Slapping on some paint,

putting up some wallpaper, and, uh,



l got David to pitch in and help.



Shamed him into it, actually,

just so he couldn't turn me down--



You got him the proper

clothing to wear?



You got him a cap and gloves?



The painters had left

some things behind when...



they did the upper floor

of the duplex last year.



Mrs Bigelow, you realize

l am obligated...



not to present perjured

testimony to the court?



Excuse me, Jennifer, how can

you be so sure that Kathleen's

not telling the truth?



You must know the State's

Attorney's Office will attempt

to impeach this testimony.



Lady, my husband is a lineman

with the Chicago Bears.



Do you honestly think l'd

jeopardize myself for a lie?



This is a very difficult thing

for me to do,



but David's life is in danger.



All right,

l'll put her on the stand.



Anything else you've been holding back?



Don't let her attitude bother ya.



She's just a little bit jealous.



You see, she wanted

to be the one to save me.



And now you've stolen

all of her thunder.



You don't have any idea

how those work clothes found

their way into the basement...



of David Greenhill's apartment building,

stuffed behind a radiator out of sight?



To the best of my recollection,

l put them in the trash room,



along with a lot of other junk

when we finished redecorating.



And, of course,

some of the service people...



work in more than one building

in the neighbourhood.



Move that the answer be stricken

as sheer speculation.



You asked for, quote, unquote,

''any idea,'' Counsellor.

The answer will stand.



for many months while carrying

on an affair with the defendant.



l wouldn't lie under oath, and l

certainly wouldn't protect a murderer.



On the one hand,

we have overwhelming...



physical and forensic evidence

that tells us exactly...



how cleverly it was planned:



the change of clothes, the split-second

timing, the cold-blooded brutality.



On the other hand, we have

the word of a solitary witness,



a sexual partner

obsessed with the defendant,



l ask you not to allow this man

to escape justice.



even when she pleaded for help.



Let's not fail her again this time.



Ask yourselves who--



Who would have benefited most

from the conviction of David Greenhill?



Did we not show numerous relatives...



who stood to gain financially

were he found guilty?



Did we not prove conclusively

that Rita Greenhill never wrote...



the supposedly incriminating letter?



Eyewitnesses saw--



leave the building long before

his wife plunged to her death.



Another witness has testified

to his whereabouts...



at the very time

of his wife's suicide.



You've done better.



Who knew the jury

would be out for a week?



lf they acquit, he's gonna go out and

kill somebody else, some other woman.



Well, let's see what

they have to say. Come on.



Aren't you going to hold my hand?



Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

have you reached a verdict?



l'm sorry, Your Honour, l have to report

that we're hopelessly deadlocked.



You don't see any possibility

of reaching a verdict?



We've been in there six days

and we're not even close.



l think it's hopeless, Your Honour.



l could send you back

for further deliberation.



The way we're divided, it wouldn't

make much difference, Your Honour.



Do the other members

of the jury agree?



Prosecution will move to retry

with all dispatch and ask the

court to set a new trial date.



l'll take that under advisement.

l will hear motions tomorrow morning.



Thank you so much. Thank you.

l appreciate it. l really am grateful.



Thank you. Thank you--



Can't win 'em all.

Thank you very much.



- Hey, honey.

- Thank you.



Well, if there's a next time,

l guess l can't depend on you.



l'm sure you'll find

somebody wonderful.



l'll, uh, be outside.



You know, l feel cheated.



l never got a chance

to take the stand.



l swear to tell the whole truth

and nothing but the truth...



so help me God.



Well, aren't you a little curious?



You seem anxious

to tell me all about it.



When did you first

decide to murder your wife?



l hadn't really made up my mind...



cinched it for me.



What did you see?






You were celebrating a victory.



Of course, l'd seen your picture

in the newspaper.



But when l saw you in person,



up close,



l realized that this was something

that we had to do together.



l'd kill her,

and you'd defend me.



So l started to learn

everything l could about you.



l even arranged a,

a visit to Taos, New Mexico,



the same week

you took your vacation.



l booked myself

into the Summit Lodge,



and l took the adjoining room

on the third floor,



right next to yours.



Why are you telling me this now?






Everybody knows we're lovers.



They just don't know

how long it's been going on...



or how long we'd been

planning the murder together.



l even sent you a gift.



l charged it on my credit card

and had it delivered to your room.



l'm sure the shopkeeper

has a record.



- The turquoise bracelet?

- Mm-hmm.



- lt was you.

- Did you like it?



Can you imagine

how that would look...



should you ever decide to

violate your vow of silence...



about this murder

or any other murders?



You sent that letter.



We just played out our parts.



l could make you handle

my defence if l wanted to.



But frankly,

l'm beginning to tire of you.



You're not nearly as tough

or as smart as l thought you were.



Witness may step down.



Or l could sue

your firm for malpractice...



and collect a goddam fortune...



over that stupid,

phoney evidence you planted.



Lawyer tries to frame

her own client, film at   :  .



Honey, you would be

finished forever.



Why don't you just do it?



Because we've been close,

haven't we, Jennifer?



Closer than most people who fuck.






Why did you take the gloves off...



before you killed her?



Killing with gloves on would

be like fucking with a rubber.



Bye, Jennifer.



Good luck.



What'd he do?



You haven't said a word

since we left the courtroom.



What did that bastard say to you?



Moe, l've--



l've looked into the face

of somebody so evil.



l've heard words so vile.



Moe, l've gotta destroy him.



-What are you talkin' about?

-All that evidence you gathered:



Selma Hanks,



the woman on life support,

where is it?



Right here.



- Have you got a copier?

- No.



Hold onto that file.



l'm going down to the State's

Attorney's Office tomorrow.



l'm gonna tell them everything

l know about David Greenhill.



lt would never be admissible.



All they'd need is corroborating

evidence of their own.



Are you nuts? lf something

like that ever got out,



it could mean disbarment,

the end of your career.



l don't care

if it means l'm indicted.



He made me an accomplice, Moe.



And l'm not gonna

let him keep walking the streets

looking for another vulnerable,



helpless woman to kill.



And he will, Moe, he will.



Now, look, Jennifer,



l've known you all your life.



You'd be giving up everything

you ever cared for.



lt's worth it.



lt's worth it, Moe.



All right now, please.



Huh? Just think about it.



l've been thinking about it ever

since we left the courtroom.



He is going down, Moe.



He is going down.



Are you going to be

all right tonight?



l'm picking Phil up

at his office at   :  .

l'll pull myself together by then.



ls he back to work already?



The doctors felt his job

would be the best therapy.



No, you're the best therapy.



Why don't you marry the poor bastard?



Thanks, Moe.



Well, what can l do for you?



Well, l thought

l might be able to...



help you out with that little biography

you've been writin' about me.



You know, maybe help fill in

some of the gaps.



Why would l be interested in you?



'Cause l'm a remarkable fellow, Moe.



You've never met anyone

quite like me before.



God, places like these

are bad for my allergies.



Well, l don't like

to throw things away.



Yeah, well, Moe, sometimes

you got to get rid of the old

to make way for the new.



You know what l mean?



l mean, let's face it.



Old people, they just

kind of clutter up the world.



You know what l mean?



They walk too slow

and they talk too slow...



and they drive too slow

and they're always in the fuckin' way.



Tryin' to remind you

about how things used to be.



Pain in the ass, really.



lf you're looking

for your file, l...



had it copied and put

in the safe-deposit box.






Not you, Moe.



No computer, no fax, no Xerox.



You wouldn't have

that shit in your office.



Nope. lt's in here somewhere.



Well, feel free to look around.



Well, if you're not gonna

help me look for it,



Goddam firetrap anyway.



See, the way l see it,

you were workin' late one night,



and you fell asleep with

one of them cigars in your hand.



Stray ash...



fell off and caught

those newspapers on fire.



You were overcome by smoke.



lt's better than wasting away

in a hospital day after day,

don't you think, Moe?



- l mean, really.

- What?



Damn crazy son of a bitch!

What the fuck are you doin'?



Your car is waiting

for you, Miss Haines.



- Good evening, Miss Haines.

- Hi, Eugene.



l guess it was more of a marriage

than either one of us thought, huh?



'Til death do us part

and all that shit.



You won't do anything to me.



Moe has got a stack of evidence

on you from Boston to Atlanta.



lf l should have an accident--



You know, it's a good night

for accidents.



Moe already had one.



Oh, well, that changes everything.



God, you've had...



just a terrible month,

haven't you, Jennifer?



First, your boyfriend gets beaten up

and put in the hospital,



then a hung jury, and now your

best friend goes and dies on ya.



Very depressing.



Suicidally so.



No one's gonna believe you.



l don't know.



So far, everyone's believed

everything l wanted them to.



And there won't be a mark on ya.



Just a leap from a high place.



How about a mark on you?

Exhibit A! Your skin under my nails!



Exhibit B!

Your hair in my hands!



Exhibit C! Teeth marks!



Oh, God!



- Watch those doors.

- Watch the doors, Phil.



l wanna see Security

in my office right away.



- You're gonna be fine, darlin'.

- Phil?



You're gonna be just fine.



Relax, ma'am. Try not to move.



Nice and easy.

Don't-- Don't bump her.



l beat him, Phil.



l beat him.

Tough way to win a case.




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