♪ It'’s a new dawn ♪
♪ It'’s a new day ♪
♪ It'’s a new life for me ♪
♪ Yeah, it'’s a new dawn ♪
♪ It'’s a new day ♪
♪ It'’s a new life for me ♪
♪ And I'’m feeling good. ♪
[elevator bell dings]
Aah.
CASSIE: Hey, Harry.
This is Richard Cross.
Good for him. Where'’s the coffee?
Uh, he has a problem; he'’d specifically liked to hire you.
Yeah, tell him I'’m not in.
What the hell was in that scotch last night?
Scotch.
Excuse me, I have a rather serious issue
to discuss if you don'’t mind.
I do, actually; beat it, I'’m not receiving today.
HARRY: What kind of scotch?
This is an emergency!
♪ It'’s a new dawn ♪
♪ It'’s a new day ♪
♪ It'’s a new life ♪
♪ For me... ♪
RICHARD: I failed a student
who rejected Darwinism.
This on a biology exam.
Fired for basically teaching biology in a biology class.
Okay. Let'’s assume for the sake of argument that I care.
You now want to what, sue?
And pay me on the teacher'’s salary which you no longer have?
That was not acceptable.Okay.
Um, I'’m just gonna throw this out there.
Is there a possibility
that your discharge was personality-related?
[clears throat]
♪ ♪
[crashing]
Is there a reason you'’re staring at me, Adam? What?
Oh, well...
Was I staring?
Very intensely. Oh.
Well, you'’re incredibly beautiful,
and I was staring because...
well, with women like you, I tend to be invisible
so I can usually get away with it.
That was good.
But I guess since you'’re not invisible,
I must not be as pretty as you say I am.
What is this? All flirty, flirty before we go to court?
You can'’t go dressed like that. Why not?
He bought me this dress.
My office now.
Now he'’s getting cross.
He'’s cute when he gets cross, don'’t you... Tammy.
I don'’t think you get it.
You could be going to prison.
You might want to dress like you have half a brain.
Oh, come on, Ollie.
First, it would be a mistake
to look too sophisticated, given the charges,
plus, if memory serves me,
this look can be very, very winning.
What are you doing?
You need to relax.
Tammy...
you'’re facing prison.
Now, even if I could relax, how the hell can you?
How about blue?
You said blue is my color.
Can I wear blue?
[bell ringing]JASON: He was not terminated
for teaching Darwinism.
That'’s a lie, Jason.
That psychotic minister saddled me as his crusade.
He'’s got the school board by the balls, and he'’s got yours, too.
Did you even notice that?
Did you notice your balls were missing?
What?We are here to finesse him, remember?
Mr. Scott, why was my client terminated?
It was due to budget cuts.
Oh, please, please.
You let me go,
an-and you keep Petit
you keep Sylvia, you keep Lipshultz!
Give me a break.
Please, give me a break!
You know what, Richard?
You could have given this kid a break.
You could have given this school a break.
You could'’ve given one to me.
What did I ever do to you?
Zack Elwood was on the fast track to Harvard.
Do you have any idea what that would have meant for us--
to place a student in an Ivy League university?
An Ohio public school, that doesn'’t happen very often.
It would have been a feather
for me, for the school,
but no, you just had to make a point, didn'’t you?!
Mr. Scott,
I gotta say,
this whole thing has a bit of a funny smell to it.
He was fired due to budget cuts.
And we know that to be true
because right here, if you look where it says "explanation,"
it says "budget cuts." See?
And if I depose you, you'’re prepared to say "budget cuts"
under oath, subject to the pains and penalties of perjury?
Is that a threat?
A very real one I'’m prepared to make good on.
Why don'’t you just go to the school board, talk to them.
Are they forcing your hand?
Are they, sir?
It'’s possible this minister is wielding some influence.
Why don'’t you go try and defuse him?
And if not him, then...
maybe the kid.
I'’m not your problem here.
Trust me.
[elevator bell dings]
♪ Devil with the blue dress ♪
♪ Blue dress, blue dress ♪
♪ Devil with the blue dress on ♪
♪ Let me tell ya, love♪
♪ Devil with blue dress on ♪
♪ Oh, look at, look at that♪
♪ Devil with the blue dress on... ♪
MITCHELL: I'’d been through a rough divorce.
Friends told me of this online dating service
which catered to older, divorced men.
It was called Incomparable Companions.com.
I checked it out.
IncomparableCompanions.com?
Sophisticated, attractive women
who enjoyed the company of older men.
Well, I submitted my profile,
and they proffered me potential matches,
one of which was the defendant, whom I chose.
Who wouldn'’t?
And what happened next, Mr. Mitchell?
We met for coffee.
Hit it off, graduated to a few dinners,
and...
You became lovers. Yes, sir.
After a certain point, it seemed to become serious.
After which...
well, I guess I lavished her a bit.
When you say "lavished her"...
Trips to Europe, sometimes on private jets.
A car.
A condominium in Paris.
After it became serious,
I... I wanted to see more and more of her.
She wanted to maintain her independent life.
I, uh, I guess I became jealous.
So I hired a private investigator.
And what'’d you learn?
That she was seeing four other men.
All of whom she'’d met through the service.
Which service was hers, by the way.
So, she actually owned IncomparableCompanions.com?
Founder and CEO.
She launched it to defraud old saps like me.
Did my client disclose
that she was the founder and CEO of the service?
She did, yes, but--
Thank you.
As I review your file, sir,
I see you were looking for an attractive female, mid-30s,
college-educated, somebody who enjoyed travel,
fine wine and classical music.
Did she meet your qualifications, sir?Yes.
You enjoyed spending time with Tammy Benoit--
the dinner, the travel-- she made you happy?
Yes. In fact, you told family members
and friends you couldn'’t remember ever having
been more happy, isn'’t that right, sir?
Okay.
You said you were lovers.
If you don'’t mind my asking, the sex was good?
Yes.
Was it really good?Yes.
Was it really, really good? All right.
Look, unless I'’m missing something here,
you got everything you were looking for
except, well, since you weren'’t looking
for an exclusive relationship, seems to me you got everything.
Did you get everything, sir?She led me to believe
that the relationship was exclusive after a certain point.
Did she tell you that you were the only man in her life?
When a woman accepts a condominium in Paris,
one can infer exclusivity.
Oh, so she didn'’t tell you, but you inferred it.
Even though she told you
she wanted to maintain her independence,
you inferred exclusivity
just the same.
I appreciate you taking the time to talk to me about this.
My pleasure.
Truth be told,
I look at any visitor as fresh congregant meat.
That was a joke.
Ah. Well, as I said on the phone,
it seems that much of the tumult at the school
regarding Mr. Cross has been generated by your efforts.
And I'’m rather sorry about that.
I was simply trying to right what I perceived
to be an egregious wrong.
And your solution was to get a teacher fired?
Are you a Christian, Ms. Korn?
No, I'’m Jewish.
Ah.
If the implication is, I'’m some kind of bigot,
I have to say I'’m offended.
This has nothing to do with faith.
I'’m here because a biology teacher was fired
for teaching evolution.
Well, I suppose that'’s your way of looking at it.
What would be yours?
A gifted, young student,
with a bright academic future,
was torpedoed by a zealous teacher looking to make a point.
And how about you, sir, are you looking to make a point?
The boy was given a failing grade
for maintaining his Christian position.
Does that strike you as fair?
Pastor, in this day and age,
when so many high school educators are guilty of
test-tampering or changing grades
to qualify for bonuses or grants,
here we have a teacher sticking to his principles
and the purity of teaching his subject matter;
and for that, you helped get him fired.
Do you have a response to that?
I think we should agree to disagree, Counsel.
Your concern is with the teacher;
mine is with the student.
The only difference being,
I don'’t bill out for mine at $400 an hour.
Forgive me, Pastor--
and trust me, this doesn'’t come from a religious place--
but are you by chance, a prick?
Why don'’t we let that be your final word.
This is just too delicious, I can'’t stand it.
The man who single-handedly ruins my life
is here asking me to save him.
I was bound for Harvard, did you know that?
It'’s come up.
2,300 boards, fives in all of my APs,
straight As in all my courses except biology,
president of a dozen clubs, community service,
and add to that, do you know who I'’ve got on my side?
God.
Zack, you'’re certainly smart enough
to know that calling Darwin a crock
could jeopardize your success on that exam.
I said it was a crock to say
Darwin or natural selection explained everything,
evolution has gaps,
and there'’s a growing list of respected scientists
who would agree with that.
But you didn'’t reference any of the scientists!
You provided no rationale whatsoever.
You just wrote "crock"!
Misspelled, by the way-- C-R-O-C.
At first, I thought he meant a reptile.
HARRY: All right.
Zack, you gotta admit this has gone a little too far.
Let me tell you something.
It just so happens a friend of my father'’s
has procured an interview for me with Harvard tomorrow.
Don'’t ask me how he got it, but he did.
I'’ve been offered a chance
to explain this failing grade.
Now, you better pray
it goes well. Do you pray, Mr. Cross?
Because, should I not succeed,
should I not get into Harvard which,
by the way, I'’ve only worked my entire life for--
And by "entire life," he means junior year, but okay.
Zack, reasonable minds can come to a reasonable solution here.
Yeah. Nice try.
He was completely uncompromising
until he got fired,
and now he comes wagging the olive branch?
Nice try.
Zack.
It'’s my life here.
And it was my life, too, Mr. Cross.
It was my life, too.
MAN: She most certainly made me feel
that I was the most special man in her life, if not the only.
And...?
And that was a lie.
I was not special at all,
and given that she profited financially
from making me feel that way, what is that, if not fraud?
And how did she financially profit, sir?
Oh, let'’s see...
a house in Cabo San Lucas for starters.
Then another in Telluride.
She milked me like a cash cow,
preying on my loneliness, my libido...
OLIVER: You joined a service
looking for companionship with an attractive woman.
You got my client,
who made you feel like the most special man on Earth,
she milked your libido like a cow, and you complain?
You think this is funny?
Wouldn'’t you?
If you were in a relationship,
a girl'’s heart got broken,
and you had to face jail,
wouldn'’t that be good for a laugh?
We'’re not here because I have a broken heart.
Sure we are. No.
It'’s because she profited financially
from our relationship--
As did your first wife, and your second, and your third.
Did you have them arrested?
This is your pattern, isn'’t it, sir?
You fall in love, throw money at the objects of your affection--
Objection! These gifts were your choices.
She didn'’t take, she didn'’t defraud,
you lavished-- am I right, sir?
She made me feel like she loved me!
Are you sure she didn'’t?
The fact that she was seeing other men,
does that negate her feelings for you?
She was having sex with other men!
Well, so what? What if you were married to her?
Would that make it okay for her to have sex with others?
What?
No. Of course not.
Would you have her arrested?
Course not.
It'’s a no-fault state.
Funny, though, isn'’t it, sir?
You can arrest a girlfriend, but can'’t arrest a wife.
Does that make sense to you, sir?
Make sense to you? To anybody?
TAYLOR: She'’s being prosecuted for
committing fraud, not adultery.
Oh, no, no, she'’s being prosecuted because this man
is rich enough to have influence in your office.
Objection! Move to strike that!Women accept gifts all the time.
This is the first time I'’ve ever heard of one being arrested...
There'’s been no undue influence exercised here--All right!
Let me ask you, sir: Did you tell her
you were looking for either love or exclusive sex,
'’cause you didn'’t say that in your profile.
Maybe you are the one guilty of fraud.
Did the police question you?
Should he be arrested? Anyone?
Anyone?TAYLOR: Objection!
Mr. Richard!
All right, next up is your testimony.
Which is basically our whole case,
so let'’s get you ready.
Aye, aye, Captain.
Easy, boy.
Excuse me? Okay, look.
Tammy, you really do need to start appreciating
the severity of this.
And Ollie...
maybe you could dial it back a notch.
Excuse me?
You'’re doing a great job so far,
don'’t get me wrong,
but you went a little too far with your cross of Stone.
You going to tell me how to try a case?
No. I'’m just saying you'’re not likely
to get the jury to like her, and that means
they better like you.
I didn'’t go too far.
He'’s just trying to impress you.
ADAM: No, I'’m not. Sure you are.
No, I'’m not.Sure you are.
All right, guys, calm down. I love you both.
Okay, just stop it!
You need to start getting serious.
Hey, wasn'’t that my line?Damn it.
Your testimony tomorrow is critical.
You gotta impress the jury
that you'’re genuine, you'’re honest, sincere...
What, are you gonna fake that?
Get her ready, I'’m done.
You don'’t have to get me ready.
I know what I have to do; what I have to be.
It seems feelings are a little in play.
He'’s the one with the problem.
You still love him, don'’t you?
A little?
Did he break your heart?
Is that really relevant to the case, Adam?
Well, it would be relevant, if your heartache
affects your testimony.
It won'’t.
Tammy, can you look at me?
I think you'’ve been covering a lot with humor.
You can'’t do that tomorrow.
Nor can you seem guarded or shut down,
like you are right now.
The jury needs to see you as human, open...
most of all, vulnerable.
Okay.
You'’re really sweet, aren'’t you?
I bet you date sweet girls.
I never get the sweet guys.
I...
Hey...
what about wardrobe?
What should I wear for the testimony tomorrow?
Any ideas?
Well, you sure look fantastic in blue.
Then blue it is.
Blue it is.
what is your endgame in all this?
My endgame?
Obviously, to go to Harvard Divinity School.
Okay.
And may I ask, does it have to be Harvard?
There are others.
No, there aren'’t.Actually, there are.
No. There are not.
Well... you realize
Harvard turns down kids with perfect boards,
and GPAs of five-plus.
You do have a few backups at least, right?
He told me if I worked for it,
it would happen, and so it is so, okay?
Who told you?
God told you you'’d get into Harvard?
Zachary?
Mom, just stay out of it, okay?
If God promised you you'’d get into an Ivy League school...
did you actually hear His voice?
He didn'’t tell me directly, okay?
He told somebody else.
Somebody else.
Who?
Pastor Darcy?
God told Pastor Darcy you would go to Harvard?
Well, I would have if your client hadn'’t screwed the deal.
TAMMY: If these men were looking
for exclusivity,
I never would'’ve submitted myself as a potential match.
I guess they felt
that their respective relationships
had progressed to the point
where they could assume exclusivity.
TAMMY: And I'’m sorry that happened.
Truthfully, I am.
But it'’s a mistake they made.
If anything, I made my independence
a very clear priority.
Okay, but...
Tammy, come on.
How do you accept a condominium in Paris
from someone you'’re not serious with?
I love nice things.
It'’s a bit of a weakness.
I grew up poor, I held rich people on a pedestal
and I'’ve always craved a wealthy lifestyle.
I also...
My father was a very important influence on my life.
I think I enjoy the safety and security of older men.
Five relationships.
All with lonely rich guys
who bought you things worth millions of dollars.
The Web site'’s target demo was older wealthy men.
Certainly your target demo.
I was completely up-front about--
That makes it okay to exploit them?
That you were up-front about it?
I know more about each and every one of your clients
than you could ever pretend to, Mr. Taylor.
Because they'’re intimate friends of mine.
The fact that they ended up feeling hurt or betrayed
doesn'’t negate the fact that I adored them,
I cared about them,
and if you must know, I miss them.
Yes, that'’s really moving, sweet.
These men all happen to have gone through rough divorces,
or tragic deaths of their wives.
Each and every one of them was particularly fragile.
Let'’s take a look at the potential matches
you proffered these clients.
Gee, what a surprise they all chose you.
What do you think they saw in you, I wonder?
First of all, my women clients are typically over 40.
Second, we use a pretty advanced algorithmic formula
that does the matchups.
The computer selected me as a potential match.
And did the computer say
these men wanted to be scammed, lied to, cheated on--
Objection!
TAMMY: Exclusivity was not a criteria
and I never lied to anybody.
If anyone'’s guilty of lying, it'’s you right now.
So you'’re the kind of woman who likes being with five men.
Monogamy just doesn'’t cut it for you.
Did you not hear my question?
I heard your question.
I tried monogamy years ago.
It didn'’t work out.
So been there, done that.
The "old rich guy" thing is a better gig.
I get how people don'’t approve of me, Mr. Taylor.
But whatever one might think--
I have never, nor could I ever think of a relationship,
especially an intimate one, as a "gig."
Child endangerment?
For cultivating a young man'’s interest in the Word?
I really think not.
You stepped over a line here, Pastor.
Telling him God would get him into Harvard.
I never actually said that.
I simply said God listens to our prayers.
It went a little beyond that.
So why are you here, Ms. Korn?
To sue me?
You huff and puff so.
You remind me of the Big Bad Wolf.
I do more than huff and puff.
I did a little checking on you.
You'’re a registered Republican.
You might consider that the leading Republican
candidate for President
doesn'’t believe in separation of church and state.
He thinks evolution
is "out there."
You might want to get with the program.
You ever think about that?
What strikes me
as most "out there" at the moment is you.
And the idea that the political climate
is changing-- to the point where all the narrow-minded,
backward-thinking, Bible-thumping ants
can come crawling
out of the woodwork now
and join the picnic-- that is truly frightening.
Zack Elwood has a divinical future.
Your client squashed it.
He needs to be held accountable.
You want to take me to court, counsel,
you certainly know how to do it.
But you will not
be huffing and puffing me away.
You want something?
Well, listen, I...
I suspect you once cared about Tammy.
Perhaps you still do.
Whether or not you want people to know that, or her to know it,
if you'’re concerned with winning the case,
you might want to let the jury somehow know it.
That she'’s somebody worth caring about.
Is that it?
Yeah.
Think you might still love her some.
HARRY: Richard, I don'’t know
what to tell you.
We could sue, but...
I'’m afraid we'’d still be firing an empty cannon.
You could come out the one
getting the brunt of the damage.
I think you should walk away.
You mean give up.
Kills me to say it. It'’s not in my DNA.
Look, the parents
certainly have standing to go after the pastor,
but I'’m not really sure you do,
except for interference with contract,
which I don'’t really think is a winner.
Harry... We need to look
at the bigger picture now,
which is finding you future employment.
If we make a big mess out of this,
you could end up unhireable.
My life...
just goes from bad to worse.
It'’s not like I wake up
and expect good things to happen,
but this is so unfair.
Sometimes it'’s what you don'’t say.
She never ever told any of these men,
"Oh, by the way, I'’m seeing other men, too."
She led them to believe--
if not with words, certainly with conduct--
that they were special,
that she was their significant other.
And as a result of feeling that way, of believing her,
they spent millions on her.
She got rich.
They got fleeced.
And emotionally devastated.
And what about this service of hers--
IncomparableCompanions.com?
What was that, if not a scam?
You saw the other female candidates.
These men had the choice between
Nancy Pelosi or Barbara Bush lookalikes, or her.
What a shock they picked Tammy.
She set it all up, didn'’t she?
Lonely men.
They were easy pickings for a girl who looks like that.
She was smarter than all of them.
I bet she figures she'’s smarter than you, too.
They were not duped.
These are sophisticated men.
They know how to draw up contracts.
Half of them had prenups in their prior marriages.
And if they felt that they were the only one,
it'’s perhaps because they
allowed themselves to believe that.
That'’s what men do.
I know some fat little old bald guys who think their wives
aren'’t attracted to anyone but them.
It'’s what we do-- men.
It'’s called the male ego gene.
But there'’s another reason these men
were convinced that Tammy cared about them.
She did.
She was generally drawn to older men--
a lot of women are-- wiser men-- a lot of women are--
and yes, successful men.
A lot of women are.
It was her father, in fact,
who would encourage her to find a successful man.
Somebody who can take care of you.
Tammy Benoit always listened to her father.
She was a daddy'’s girl.
And when her father died,
it was her longing for a father figure, in part,
that occasioned her to start up IncomparableCompanions.com.
Unconventional? Sure.
She always was.
But genuine, honest, loving-- absolutely.
Always.
None of these men have made a case for fraud.
There was no quid pro quo for the gifts.
There was no representation by Tammy
that she'’d be exclusive to them.
There was no suggestion of undue influence.
We'’re here because they'’re hurt.
But there hasn'’t been a crime.
Now, maybe, if this still shocks your conscience,
we should pass a new law.
From now on, if you want to date someone
because you want to live in luxury,
you have to put it in writing in advance.
You have to declare your motives--
your love of luxury and wealth, your disinterest in exclusivity.
You have to legally make all these representations up front
just like...
just like Tammy Benoit did with each of these men.
Unconventional? Sure.
But genuine, honest,
loving-- always.
Always.
Just kills me. The idea of this pastor--
it just kills me to eat this.
My thoughts?
[sighs] You could still try this
in the court of public opinion, exactly as the pastor has done,
is doing and will continue to do.
I can make more noise than anybody.
I could eat this guy for lunch.
Turn the case over to Mr. Noise now.
Let Tommy bring it home.
I'’m tempted to let you try.
[ringing]
This is Harry.
I have a bigger problem.
Richard?
There'’s,
um...
Richard, what'’s going on?
There'’s a dead woman
in the back of my car.
This is my client'’s house.
Richard Cross-- he'’s mine.
He inside?
He'’s in the squad car.
What happened?
I came out, I went to my garage.
I looked in the back seat-- there she was.
Who is she?
First name'’s Mindy.
At least I think.
As far as a last name, your guess is as good.
[sighs]
I decided to feel sorry for myself last night.
I do it better with liquor.
I went to a bar.
She sat down next to me.
We start talking.
I tell her my whole sad story.
She tells me hers.
She'’s trapped in an abusive marriage.
Very bad combination-- alcohol and compassion.
So before you know it, we wind up back at my place
and... you know.
So your DNA is on this dead woman.
[sighs]
Okay. Look, they'’ll take you down to the precinct
and want to question you.
I'’m not going to allow it.
I don'’t see the point.
But your not talking
increases the likelihood you'’ll be charged.
I'’ll find out what I can.
I'’ll meet you at the station.
In the meantime, no talking.
How long will they deliberate?
OLLIE: No telling.
We'’ll hang out here for an hour or so.
If there'’s no indication, we can take off, be on call.
Thanks for the closing.
I know you meant it.
I'’m going to, uh...
take it outside, okay?
Get some air.
He used to say "take it outside" all the time.
You still say that, Ollie?
"Take it outside"?
Sometimes.
I won'’t stray far.
You can text me if...
That was a good closing.
Thanks.
Can I ask you...
when you two were together, were there others?
[chuckling]: I'’m sorry?
I don'’t mean for her, but for you.
Did you have other girlfriends while with her?
Never mind.
Never mind "never mind." I know what you meant.
Am I the reason she is the way she is?
I know what you meant.Are you?
Let me tell you something, sport.
Adam.
Don'’t try to get in my head.
You don'’t want to be in my head, so don'’t try to get in my head.
People don'’t get in my head, so just forget it.
Got it.
[clears throat]
Heart?
People ever get in your heart?
What are you, touchy-feely boy all of a sudden?
You trying to impress Tammy?
She doesn'’t go for touchy-feely. Trust me.
She likes...
Guys like you?
It isn'’t good, Richard.
Her throat was slit, she bled out almost immediately.
There was some vaginal bruising, as well as
bruising on her arms.
The M.E.'’s preliminary call is obviously murder.
Together with rape.
What?
Look, we'’ve got a lot of work to do here.
I can best do it if you'’re completely straight with me.
It wasn'’t rape.
It was passionate.
We... we...
It was physical, but you have to believe me.
The sex was totally consensual.
If anything, she was the aggressor.
And I certainly didn'’t
slit her throat.
We'’ve also learned the identity of the woman.
Her name is--
was...
Karen Darcy.
The pastor'’s wife.
The pastor'’s wife?
Oh, my God.
Did he offer to explain this?
Not really.
Harry, do you know what to make of this guy?
How well do you know him?
I just met him.
He certainly didn'’t strike me as homicidal.
So what now? Where do you go from here?
I have no idea.
If I'’m gonna assume Richard didn'’t do this...
How do you assume that?
I don'’t really. I said "if."
It'’s not Richard, it has to be the pastor.
How do you figure?
Well, Richard said the woman was in an abusive marriage,
and she kind of came onto him at the bar.
Maybe she almost
targeted him in a way.
Targeted him?
As a way to lash out
at her oppressor.
Screw the one guy the husband seemed to have it in for.
It'’s a bit of a stretch.
I'’m not sure even I could sell that.
So how does she end up dead?
Well, maybe the pastor was following her.
Followed her back to Richard'’s house.
Or she went home, rubbed his nose in the fact
that she'’d just been with Richard, the pastor killed her,
drove the body back to Richard'’s house
and stuck her in the car to frame him.
I don'’t know.
Richard-- he'’s antagonistic,
but he'’s not homicidal.
Where you going?
To play a hunch.
[doorbell rings]
My name is Harriet Korn.
I'’ve come to offer my condolences.
What the hell do you want?
I'’m not here on behalf of Richard Cross, I promise.
Look, things have changed.
You'’ve suffered a horrible tragedy.
And as evil as I am, I'’m not about to come here and bait you.
Then why are you here?
Well, keeping in mind that I am an attorney,
and therefore required by law to be opportunistic,
I'’m here to represent you, Pastor.
Me?
Yes, sir.
I know you killed your wife, sir.
I know you didn'’t mean to or perhaps want to, but...
Look, I'’ve represented a lot of clergy in the past.
Usually priests.
The one thing I know is that they have
a hard time recovering psychologically from their sins.
After all, they have to believe in the salvation of their souls
more than anything.
I mean, what'’s to become of your soul, Pastor?
You slit a woman'’s throat.
A person so devoutly religious couldn'’t possibly
reconcile himself with that kind of...
You are now going to be damned, Pastor.
Please, get out of my house.
If I could just finish, please.
There is hope.
As you quite well know,
God forgives those who confess their trespasses.
As for the criminal side, I am a defense attorney,
and I know my business.
This was a crazed act.
If a man kills while in the immediate throes
of just having discovered his wife'’s infidelity,
it'’s temporary insanity.
I guess what I'’m trying to say is,
it'’s not too late.
You can safeguard your soul and your freedom.
But only if you come forward now and confess.
The cover-up will do you in.
As sure as I'’m standing here right now,
the cover-up will be your ruin.
Let me help you, Pastor.
Did he admit anything?
Not really.
But he didn'’t actually deny it.
And sometimes, the court will deem that an admission.
[sighs]
But I do think he did it.
Are the police investigating him?
They damn well better.
[chuckles softly]
You know, as awful as all of this is--
and it'’s all awful, it'’s nightmarish...
you know what my biggest nightmare always used to be?
That I would die
an uninteresting man.
Never having lived an interesting life.
Nothing to be said about, no matter if he lived or died.
It'’s interesting now, isn'’t it?
[chuckles]
Are you okay?
I'’m great.
You?
Okay, the defendant will please rise.
Members of the jury, have you reached a unanimous verdict?
We have, Your Honor.
In the matter of the State of Ohio
versus the defendant Tammy Benoit
on charges of theft
by fraudulent pretenses,
we find the defendant, on all five counts,
guilty.
Sentencing will be scheduled next Tuesday, 10:00.
Look, we'’ll appeal. It'’s not over.
Tammy, look at me. It'’s not over.
I'’ll see you after you'’re processed.
They'’re taking me to jail now?
Just for processing.
You'’ll be out pending sentencing.
Ma'’am, we got to go. Come on.
Tammy, it is not over.
ADAM: It'’s not, Tammy. We'’ll fight.
I promise you, we'’ll fight.
I'’ll see you in a few hours.
Ollie...
It'’s just for processing.
It'’ll be okay.
Every count?
Every count.
[thunder rumbling]
Grounds for appeal?
We'’ll look for them, but...
How'’s Ollie?
I don'’t think too good. He'’s in his office.
I think he still has a lot of feelings for her.
I'’ll talk to him.
[phone ringing]
This is Harry.
Yes.
[reporters clamoring]
He was found about an hour ago, hanging right over the altar.
Do we know if-- did he kill Mrs. Darcy?
According to his note, yeah.
There'’s some blood on his shoes, too.
Detective, may I?
Go with God, Zack.
Go with God.
Did he say in the note what...?
Evidently, he came to kill your client,
after some college interview went south.
And when he saw her leaving his apartment,
he decided to kill her and frame him.
Figured it would hurt more.
This kid thought to...?
Pastor, I don'’t know what to say.
I'’m so sorry for...
Well, you weren'’t that far off, were you?
He was a devoutly religious boy.
I suppose he couldn'’t reconcile himself with what he'’d done.
Please forgive me for thinking...
That I was a murderer?
I suppose I was guilty
of thinking the same thing of your client,
when all he did wrong was screw my wife.
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