TV-Serie: Boston Legal - 3x6
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/ Brad.
Sally.
How you doing, old man?
Joanna, I have a matter of great urgency.
How about we measure you for some trousers?
Getting measured for pants...
That some kind of fetish?
Judge Marcia Hooper was found murdered last night.
We were having an affair.
What's going on?
The police just arrested Scott Little.
Who were the other suspects?
He was the only viable one.
He was the only one you considered at all.
Maybe I should do it.
You mean kill judge Hooper?
You gave the tape to the police the afternoon of her death?
Well, I gave it to her husband.
I gotta ask you this question, judge.
Did you kill your wife?
He made her get that restraining order against me.
Well, you are a peeping Tom.
Clearly she made you angry.
She was drawn to me!
You kill her, Lincoln?
Scott Little's father is on the prosecution's witness list.
He was gratifying himself, and I noticed on the bed...
a picture.
A picture of?
A naked woman.
It was his mother.
Scott was sexually attracted to his mother.
And when I saw the picture of the victim, how much she looked like Barbara, I realized that Scott was probably carrying on the love affair he'd always wanted to have with his mother.
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How did you get a naked picture of me, Scott?
You were sunbathing once by the pool.
You didn't know I was home.
And I photographed you.
What happens now?
What happens now?
You fill out your change-of-address forms!
I didn't kill her!
Oh, gee, there's some rage.
You shut up!
I am not making this up, folks.
The father in open court accuses the son of being in love with the mother.
It actually made me all tingly down there.
This sicko is dead to right.
My face is still warm.
I'm telling you, it was better than sex.
I mean...
Did she say it was better than sex?
Hope she didn't mean my sex.
I knew she was faking it.
Denny, did you...
Paul asked me to repair relations with her.
So you had them?
Cheap, chubby sex in a witness room.
Oh, my!
Obviously I didn't satisfy her.
Denny, have you lost your mind?
What?
Nothing.
Denny, we're flamingoes.
Is something going on?
Mad cow.
It hasn't progressed in my brain, but there are other symptoms, be it blood pressure...
it affects me.
Affects you how?
I think I have mad penis.
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My god, your hair turned red.
Cute.
Where are you going?
I would so love to spend the night, but I have to be in court super early.
You're leaving?
If you knew how much work I had...
Okay.
Can't you just lie here and talk for a little bit?
Talk about what?
That was quite the bombshell you dropped yesterday.
You hate your ex-wife, don't you?
Is "hate" too soft a word?
Objection!
I bet you'd do anything to get her.
Except lie.
And since nothing's more important to Barbara Little than her son Scott.
He's also my son.
To get him convicted of murder...
Why would I punish Scott for something that his mother...
Because he came along, she stopped loving you.
She abandoned you.
That made you angry at her and angry at him, and this whole trial is your opportunity to get even at both.
Objection!
/ That's ridiculous.
I love my son.
So you want him in prison?
No, in a hospital.
With bars.
Because he's sick.
In your mind or...
/ He has sexual feelings for his own mother.
For god's sake, he's sick!
Mr.
Schiller.
You blame your ex-wife for that.
Damn right I do.
She had to know!
You can't tell me this obsession grew right under her nose without her seeing it, and she did nothing to get him treatment.
She let it happen!
So if you could get your son treatment, and avenge her at the same time...
This isn't about vengeance, you disgusting cockroach!
Mr.
Schiller!
That's what you get, Mr.
Dirty mouth, Mr.
Lawyer man dirty pants!
Mr.
Meyer, sit down, or I will have you removed.
How dare you come here?
I just came to apologize.
You did no such thing.
You're here to enlist my good will, try to mitigate the damage I'll do to you in that courtroom.
Would you believe me if I said I was sorry?
No.
/ Would you believe me if I said I can't stop thinking about you, and I came here to rip all your clothes off and make wild love to you on your desk?
No.
Zach...
And don't call me that.
You and I are no longer on familiar terms.
You are a doctor.
You cannot betray a patient simply to be punitive against me.
You are much better than that.
You overestimate me.
Guilty, guilty, guilty.
Can you believe this?
They're selling them outside the courthouse.
Ah, don't expect me to swallow that.
You ask me, I don't think this Jeffrey Coho's all that hot.
Brad, you're threatened by him.
No, I'm not threatened.
It's just that everybody makes him out to be this superstar, and so far, I'm not seeing it.
Why do we even bother to give them trials, folks?
Your heart's good, right?
You get yearly physicals?
You think you'd kill me?
It wouldn't look good on my resume.
Where are you going now?
I'm in trial, Alan.
I need to get back to the office.
Can't you just stay a little?
I'd love to.
But no.
Wait a second.
You want her to talk to you after?
Yes.
But that would make you the girl.
I don't even like to talk to them before.
Exactly.
What's that supposed to mean?
Forget it.
Let's drink.
Drink and be numb.
Alan, after sex, don't we want them to leave?
I guess I'm just used to being the one who gets up first.
You know, it takes 20 minutes for a woman's genital mucosa to return to normal after climax.
Sally doesn't even hang around that long.
I think there's some humiliation on her part, being with me.
It doesn't feel good.
Sometimes when you get a dream like that over and over, you wonder if it's some kind of message, you know?
A message from who?
I don't know.
Maybe God.
God?
Telling you what?
I don't know.
Maybe I should do it.
That maybe I should do it.
Do it?
You mean kill judge Hooper?
You felt the need to reveal this session.
I did.
I became concerned that Mrs.
Hooper's life might be in danger, so I took the extraordinary measure of turning over the tape.
That's a particularly outrageous thing for a therapist to do.
Well, the tape was made with the patient's consent and for my own use, of course.
I felt I had to make it public, because I feared for Mrs.
Hooper's life, a fear that unfortunately turned out to be justified.
Now on the tape, he talked about how his loving Mrs.
Hooper might go against God.
Yes, it goes to the heart of his infirmity, which I believe borders on psychosis.
Objection!
That goes to confidential patient...
Overruled.
We have covered this.
Actually, your honor, what we covered was the admission...
Mr.
Coho, you may cross-examine the doctor.
You may bring a motion against him in civil court if you feel he breached a duty to your client.
But for this proceeding, his testimony is allowed.
I ask you, sir, to take your seat.
Attaboy, judgie boy!
Mr.
Meyer, your next interruption lands you in a jail cell.
So dramatic.
You had mentioned a psychosis.
Scott, as the world now knows, is sexually and emotionally obsessed with his own mother.
That was mostly what I was treating him for.
Your honor...
Overruled.
His relationship with Mrs.
Hooper, there were many similarities.
This was a powerful, controlling woman.
Scott saw many things in her that he saw in his own mother, plus one huge advantage.
Which was?
/ He could achieve sexual fruition with her.
In my opinion, he was, on some level, making love with his own mother when he was with Mrs.
Hooper.
Unfortunately, he didn't simply transfer his lust, but also his anger, his self-loathing, his rage, the hatred he felt for himself in loving his own mother.
And since Mrs.
Hooper was a participant, he hated her, too.
Now I wish I'd acted sooner.
We're dead.
If you were so worried about Mrs.
Hooper's safety, why didn't you turn the video over to the police?
I gave it to her husband.
Yes, you treat the victim's husband judge Brian Hooper.
I do.
You also treated Mrs.
Hooper, the victim until there was a conflict.
Correct.
What was that conflict?
That's privileged.
Oh, suddenly you're the beacon of privilege.
You told Claire Simms that Mr.
and Mrs.
Hooper were having marital problems, that he had anger towards her because of her infidelity, didn't you?
I may have indicated that.
And yet, you turned the video over to the angry husband, instead of the police.
You're not concerned that you may have given the angry husband the idea, perhaps the perfect opportunity, to kill his wife?
Objection.
Providing not only motive, but an easy scapegoat, my client.
Objection!
Sustained.
You like to embellish, don't you, doctor?
I do not embellish.
Oh, come on, the prospect of being on the news...
My word of honor is one of my most prized possessions.
Did Mrs.
Hooper have a crush on you?
You told Claire Simms that.
Something about transference.
The victim had developed a crush on you.
Transference sometimes occurs.
Yeah, 'cause you're kind of hard to resist, I bet.
Objection.
Did Gina Gershon have a thing for you?
You kissed her, right?
Well, I'm not really comfortable gossiping about my...
You gossiped to Claire.
You kissed Gina Gershon.
Well, it was not a big deal.
It was to Gina.
Didn't you say she said it was the best kiss of her life?
Well, I'm not sure those were her exact words.
I have here a signed affidavit from Gina Gershon, marked and identified as exhibit F.
She said she's never met you.
Did that kiss just completely blow her mind?
You've never even met Gina Gershon, have you, doctor?
Perjury time, doc.
Have you ever met or kissed Gina Gershon?
No.
Well, they actually fit quite...
beautifully.
Although I myself, might wanto take the inseam in just a touch.
Does that feel right?
That feels wonderful.
And the waist feels...
Maybe we can let that out an inch.
Now cuffs or no cuffs?
I like it when you decide.
Can we sit?
So what's going on?
There's a girl, a lovely woman.
Young, fertile.
We have very rewarding sex.
And then she leaves.
She leaves?
Yes.
She just gets up, and she's on her way.
Are you serious about this girl?
No.
I suppose I'm not serious about her at all.
Still...
She's denying you your post-coital moment.
I'm sure it means nothing.
She's very busy at work.
Well, it means you're not content after sex, Alan.
You crave sexual praise from her.
And when she just jumps out of bed, you feel rejected.
I don't think I so much crave praise as...
I mean, I know I'm good.
They still didn't shake the gist of Dr.
Simon's testimony, and the video spoke for itself.
You do not undo all that with an affidavit from Gina Gershon, who I've only seen play a lesbian slut.
I mean, don't get me wrong.
Even I snuck into Showgirls.
Hey.
Hey.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Tired.
You know...
you can only play the hand you're dealt, and from where I sit, you have tried a great case.
Of course, there's always the possibility that he's guilty.
This is to make me feel better?
Yes, it is.
I'm engaged.
Sorry.
I, um...
sorry.
My hand is also engaged.
Denise, I...
how engaged are you?
Very.
A therapist?
She's willing to see us in my office, so we wouldn't have to...
Why do we need to see somebody?
All we're doing is having sex, and it seems to be good sex.
Yes, it goes to after.
After?
What after?
You leave.
What do you mean?
When we're finished, you just get up and leave.
I'm feeling some post-coital isolation.
How's the case going?
Tough.
Right now, I would settle for murder two.
How's Jeffrey Coho?
You know, as a lawyer, is he good?
Yeah, he's pretty good.
Did you want something, Brad?
Oh, no.
No, I'm just checking in.
Good luck.
Thanks.
Oh, uh, have you and Daniel Post set the date?
Uh, not yet, no.
How did the affair start, Scott?
One night she propositioned me.
I was terrified, but, uh...
Did you fall in love with her?
I suppose I did.
Mr.
Meyer, he said he saw you two through the window sometimes, and he said that it looked like "angry sex."
It wasn't angry.
It was very physical.
I could see how it could look violent.
She, uh, preferred it like that.
Violent?
Physical.
She said her husband didn't, you know, satisfy her.
She, uh...
wanted me to, uh...
she wasn't into gentle.
Did you know that this Lincoln Meyer was watching you?
She told me about him, how she had a restraining order against him.
She thought he was sick, a pedophile or something.
Objection!
Mr.
Meyer!
The night of Mrs.
Hooper's death, you got there when?
About 8.
And then what happened?
We made love.
We never really did a lot of talking.
She just wanted sex.
Her husband testified that he told her that day of your dreams about killing her.
Well, if she knew, she certainly didn't let on or take it seriously, because, uh...
we just made love.
And then?
And then I left sometime before 9.
Scott, we've heard some pretty disturbing things about your feelings for your mother.
That's why I was in treatment.
Dr.
Simon feels you perhaps transferred some of your feelings, perhaps even aggression for your mother to Mrs.
Hooper.
I probably did.
They were both dominant women, and I felt tremendous guilt.
It made me think that my love for Mrs.
Hooper could be just as evil, or I should say wrong, as my love for my mother.
And here it was much worse.
I was actually making love to Mrs.
Hooper.
You dreamt of killing her, and you thought maybe God was telling you to kill her?
I had a lot self-loathing over all of this.
It likely made me hate her on an unconscious level, but I would never act on...
I'm not a violent person.
I've never been violent toward anyone.
You weren't violent that night?
No.
I made love to her, and I left.
I did not kill her.
You testified that you were "probably" in love with Mrs.
Hooper.
You told the police that you weren't.
You lied.
I was worried about looking suspicious.
You lied.
On that.
I told the truth about everything else.
The police asked you for the clothes you were wearing that night.
You said you got home and just threw them all in the laundry.
I did.
You got home around 9 or so, and you did laundry?
I didn't want my mother to smell a woman's perfume or...
Did your mother know about this affair?
I told her it was over.
You lied to her?
About this, yes.
Have any close friends?
Have any close friends, Scott?
I don't have any close friends.
You're a loner whose only relationship at all, as far as I can see, is a violent, sexual one with a dominant woman who you had dreams of killing, who reminds you of your mother, who you're in love with.
Objection.
Overruled.
I didn't kill her.
Are you lying right now?
No.
You look like you're lying.
I didn't kill her!
Thank you. "
I didn't kill her.
I didn't kill her."
Auntie em, come back!
Auntie em, come back!
Oh, please!
I'm telling you...
What...
Is Denny Crane good for anything?
I thought we...
This is not a time to panic, Jeffrey.
What, are you kidding?
Our jury consultants said they didn't believe Scott on the stand, the press is convicting him, and we're down to our final witness.
I'd say it's the perfect time to panic.
Where is she?
Hello.
Could you excuse me, please?
Have we met?
No.
Would you like to meet?
Barbara, we need to prep your testimony.
Uh, this man is hitting on me.
Jeffrey's waiting for you in his office.
What is wrong with you?
If you must know, I've come down with a slight bout of sexual insecurity.
Why I'm sharing this with you, I have no idea.
Perhaps I feel a connection.
Let me just bite...
something.
You admit your bias.
Don't be dodgy about that.
Of course you're biased.
Okay.
Other than that, be as generous as possible and convincing.
If you can't persuade the jury that you were home with him at 9:30...
What are our chances?
Honestly.
They're not good.
Do you have children, Mr.
Coho?
One.
She lives with her mother.
And I'll bet when she was born you made a vow to yourself to never let anything bad happen to her.
I so protected Scott, homeschooled him all the way through high school, and nothing bad ever did happen to him.
But no matter what, we can't protect them.
You need to save my son, Mr.
Coho.
You need to save my son.
Tell her.
When you just jump up and leave, it...
it makes me feel cheap, devalued, skanky.
Come on, it's hilarious!
We're actually talking to a therapist because I pop out of bed too fast.
Yes, but when we were together a year or so ago, you always used to roll over and go to sleep after.
What?
Like a log.
What was I supposed to do?
It was nighttime.
Are you perhaps ashamed of having relations with Alan because you perceive him to be skanky?
It was somewhere between 9:15 and 9:30 when he returned.
You're positive?
Completely.
We watch television together.
And you never saw him leave the house after he came home?
No.
Were you able to observe his demeanor when he got home that night?
Yes, he seemed fine.
If anything, he was upbeat.
He didn't look shaken or...
Not at all.
And he is not a stoic person.
When he's upset, it shows.
For example?
For example, when he saw on the news that Mrs.
Hooper had been killed, he had an immediate panic attack.
He is extremely prone to anxiety and not at all capable of concealing it.
Now you're his mother.
Yes.
And I am biased, of course, but that doesn't change the truth that he came home between 9:15 and 9:30, and he did not go out again.
Did you see him do laundry when he got home?
He may have done laundry.
You didn't really keep track of him?
I know he didn't leave the house.
You son is your life, isn't he, Ms.
Little?
I love my son, like any parent.
And the idea of him going to prison, oh, boy, I bet you would do almost anything to prevent that.
I've admitted my bias, but I am telling the truth.
Somebody killed Marcia Hooper.
Who...
Did you question all the men she was sleeping with?
We did, thank you.
When the police first questioned you, you denied having any knowledge of Scott's affair with the victim.
That was a lie, wasn't it?
I am not lying now.
You lied then because you didn't want to implicate him, just like you're lying right now.
I'm not lying.
Objection.
At your custody proceeding, you accused that man right there of molesting Scott, did you not?
You later admitted to the court that that was a lie.
First of all, that was 20 years ago or so.
Why'd you lie to the court, Ms.
Little?
I felt it was in Scott's best interest for me to have full custody.
And you would do almost anything to protect him, even commit perjury.
I am not lying now.
Yes, we have your word on that.
Nothing further.
Mr.
Coho, anything on redirect?
Mr.
Coho?
Mr.
Coho?
Ms.
Little...
have you been lying to protect Scott?
No.
/ According to your ex-husband Mr.
Schiller, you had to know Scott was in love with you.
He's wrong.
He says you let it happen.
Have you known all along that your son has sexual feelings for you?
No!
Have you done anything to cultivate Scott's physical interest in you?
I beg your pardon?
What is he doing?
Do you date, Ms.
Little?
What's going on here?
What's going on is I'm suddenly wondering if this love affair was mutual.
Have you been on a date with a man in say, the last six years?
What are you suggesting, Mr.
Coho?
Are you in love with your son?
No!
Have you had sex with your son?
Did you tell him that, Scott?
Do not address the defendant.
Scott!
Ms.
Little!
I think the question needs to be asked.
Did you leave the house that night, Ms.
Little?
The same car would leave the same tire tracks.
You'd also have the garage clicker to get in.
Did you go to Marcia Hooper's house after perhaps realizing that Scott had not broken off the affair as he said he had?
Oh, you gotta be kidding me.
It would certainly explain why the house was found entirely free of prints, not knowing what Scott had touched, not wanting him to go to jail, you went through everything.
What do you think you're doing?
Your husband once overheard you arguing with Scott.
You were crazed at the idea that Scott was in love with Marcia Hooper.
I didn't kill Marcia Hooper.
Oh, I'm sure you didn't mean to.
You probably drove over there to confront her, got into an argument and in a fit of anger, picked up the statuette and swung.
Is that what happened, Barbara?
Is that what happened?
I want an attorney.
You want an attorney?
I have a Fifth Amendment right not to answer these ridiculous questions, and I want an attorney!
Your son was trying to break away from you with another woman.
You wouldn't stand for it!
I want an attorney.
Well, what do you know?
You staged that.
You and Barbara conspired to put on that little one-act play.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Were you in on it?
Why didn't you tell me in advance that you planned to cross?
It just came to me.
It just came to you?
Wow, wow!
So in addition to risking disbarment, you may have just guaranteed his conviction!
If I can see through it, Jeffrey, you know the jury can.
They don't have your far-fetched imagination.
You've just committed a fraud on the court!
I've done no such thing, but if I had, you should be glad I didn't tell you, since you'd be obligated to tell.
You'd better hope the jury is more gullible than I am.
All I need is one.
Did anybody fall for that?
First he said the husband did it.
Then it was all those other men she was having an affair with.
Then, I can't be sure, but I think he actually seemed to accuse the father, at least briefly.
Oh, and let's not forget Lincoln Meyer, the neighbor.
He wanted you to think that he was the killer.
And then finally, in the most desperate and most transparent attempt of all, he goes after Scott's mother.
And she played along perfectly, didn't she? "
I want an attorney."
"I assert my Fifth Amendment right."
Gee, that ought to give them all reasonable doubt.
The evidence, all of it, points to one person being in the house, the defendant, a sick, twisted psychologically infirm young man loaded with anger, self-loathing.
He confessed to his therapist he had compulsions of killing her.
Gee, I wonder who could have done it.
If any of you were fooled by the defense lawyer's ridiculous Perry Mason theatrics, then shame on you.
Shame on you?
How about shame on the police for investigating nobody else but Scott Little?
As soon as they saw a video of Scott talking about killing Marcia Hooper, it was cased close for them.
Could they not have looked at the husband?
He had motive.
He was there.
He has no real alibi.
He made no attempt to save her.
Could they not have looked at Lincoln Meyer, the card-carrying nut job from next door?
He was obsessed with Marcia Hooper.
She had to get a restraining order to keep him away.
His flowers were found in the room where she was murdered.
And yes, Barbara Little.
Let's face it.
Love obsessions rarely occur in a vacuum.
Could she not have loved him just as much?
Her whole life is her son.
The idea of him falling into the clutches of another woman...
Why was that house so clean of prints?
The killer will typically wipe clean just what he or she has touched.
But if she didn't know what Scott had previously touched, she would have cleaned everything.
How can any of us be sure here?
As for physical evidence, the only thing the prosecution can establish is that Scott Little made love to Marcia Hooper the night of the murder.
Well, he told them that.
He came forward as innocent people tend to do, and volunteered the information.
And the only reason they arrested him, was because of a video and an opinion proffered by an eccentric therapist who runs around telling people he's kissed movie stars he's never even met.
This case can't turn on his credibility.
Talk about reasonable doubt.
Reasonable doubt.
Come on, it could have been him, could have been him, could have been her.
This whole case screams "reasonable doubt," which is typically the case when the police don't investigate.
Oh, my god.
That was amazing.
Yeah, you're a different girl.
Wow.
That's all I have to say.
Ladies and gentlemen, before we read the verdict, I will caution everyone in this room to maintain order.
The defendant will please rise.
Mr.
Foreman, the jury's verdict is unanimous?
Yes, your honor.
In the matter of the commonwealth vs.
Scott Little, on the charge of murder in the first degree, we the jury find the defendant Scott Little not guilty.
On the charge of murder in the second degree, we the jury find the defendant Scott Little not guilty.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, this completes your service.
I can't believe it.
It's over?
It's over.
Thank you.
No comment just yet.
Thank you.
Just give us a minute.
Thanks.
Thank you.
I don't know what to say.
Well, we need to say something, or the media will be camped where we live.
You okay?
Yeah.
Thank you.
Let's get this over with.
Okay, hear all, people.
Back off.
Please, back off.
Are you okay, honey?
Yeah.
�� Mom, how did he know?
He knows nothing, baby.
As far as Mr.
Coho is concerned, it was all a tactic.
He has no idea.
But what if they arrest you now?
There's no evidence to arrest me.
And you know, if they ever did convict you, I would have come forward with the truth.
You do know that.
You are all I have, and I love you.
I love you, too.
You ready?
Ready.
Let's get out of dodge.
I'm sure you all have lots of questions, and I want to try to get to everybody...
She dumped you?
Well, I think we're looking for different things.
What are you looking for, a serious relationship?
Don't be silly.
I'm already involved with you.
You're damn right.
I just don't like my sex be empty, Denny.
I need intimacy, at least.
Me, too.
That's why I have Shirley Schmidtho.
I hit on Barbara Little, the client's mother, then Denise.
My insecurity is rampant.
We're, we're sensitive men.
Alan, that's who we are.
We're needy people.
Do you think we could get your therapist to measure me for trousers?
I need more room.
Oh, don't expect me to go for that.
Sometimes the depth of your sensitivity, well, let's just say...
I reach new depths.
You do.
How are things going with Bethany?
Three dates.
Big one coming up.
You think she'd be upset if she discovered Gracie Jane in your pants?
No idea.
Not a chance.
Oh, yes.
Don't lie to me.
Scout's honor.
I am not looking down.
But you must.
Guilty, guilty, guilty.
I don't date disgusting, vile pigs!
In the doghouse again.
I gotta get that woman a pair of squeaky shoes.
You want to go after her?
In time.
She's got to learn not to interrupt my special time.
To special times and new depths.
My needy friend.
Indeed.
Want to pull my string?
Maybe later.
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/ Brad.
Sally.
How you doing, old man?
Joanna, I have a matter of great urgency.
How about we measure you for some trousers?
Getting measured for pants...
That some kind of fetish?
Judge Marcia Hooper was found murdered last night.
We were having an affair.
What's going on?
The police just arrested Scott Little.
Who were the other suspects?
He was the only viable one.
He was the only one you considered at all.
Maybe I should do it.
You mean kill judge Hooper?
You gave the tape to the police the afternoon of her death?
Well, I gave it to her husband.
I gotta ask you this question, judge.
Did you kill your wife?
He made her get that restraining order against me.
Well, you are a peeping Tom.
Clearly she made you angry.
She was drawn to me!
You kill her, Lincoln?
Scott Little's father is on the prosecution's witness list.
He was gratifying himself, and I noticed on the bed...
a picture.
A picture of?
A naked woman.
It was his mother.
Scott was sexually attracted to his mother.
And when I saw the picture of the victim, how much she looked like Barbara, I realized that Scott was probably carrying on the love affair he'd always wanted to have with his mother.
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How did you get a naked picture of me, Scott?
You were sunbathing once by the pool.
You didn't know I was home.
And I photographed you.
What happens now?
What happens now?
You fill out your change-of-address forms!
I didn't kill her!
Oh, gee, there's some rage.
You shut up!
I am not making this up, folks.
The father in open court accuses the son of being in love with the mother.
It actually made me all tingly down there.
This sicko is dead to right.
My face is still warm.
I'm telling you, it was better than sex.
I mean...
Did she say it was better than sex?
Hope she didn't mean my sex.
I knew she was faking it.
Denny, did you...
Paul asked me to repair relations with her.
So you had them?
Cheap, chubby sex in a witness room.
Oh, my!
Obviously I didn't satisfy her.
Denny, have you lost your mind?
What?
Nothing.
Denny, we're flamingoes.
Is something going on?
Mad cow.
It hasn't progressed in my brain, but there are other symptoms, be it blood pressure...
it affects me.
Affects you how?
I think I have mad penis.
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My god, your hair turned red.
Cute.
Where are you going?
I would so love to spend the night, but I have to be in court super early.
You're leaving?
If you knew how much work I had...
Okay.
Can't you just lie here and talk for a little bit?
Talk about what?
That was quite the bombshell you dropped yesterday.
You hate your ex-wife, don't you?
Is "hate" too soft a word?
Objection!
I bet you'd do anything to get her.
Except lie.
And since nothing's more important to Barbara Little than her son Scott.
He's also my son.
To get him convicted of murder...
Why would I punish Scott for something that his mother...
Because he came along, she stopped loving you.
She abandoned you.
That made you angry at her and angry at him, and this whole trial is your opportunity to get even at both.
Objection!
/ That's ridiculous.
I love my son.
So you want him in prison?
No, in a hospital.
With bars.
Because he's sick.
In your mind or...
/ He has sexual feelings for his own mother.
For god's sake, he's sick!
Mr.
Schiller.
You blame your ex-wife for that.
Damn right I do.
She had to know!
You can't tell me this obsession grew right under her nose without her seeing it, and she did nothing to get him treatment.
She let it happen!
So if you could get your son treatment, and avenge her at the same time...
This isn't about vengeance, you disgusting cockroach!
Mr.
Schiller!
That's what you get, Mr.
Dirty mouth, Mr.
Lawyer man dirty pants!
Mr.
Meyer, sit down, or I will have you removed.
How dare you come here?
I just came to apologize.
You did no such thing.
You're here to enlist my good will, try to mitigate the damage I'll do to you in that courtroom.
Would you believe me if I said I was sorry?
No.
/ Would you believe me if I said I can't stop thinking about you, and I came here to rip all your clothes off and make wild love to you on your desk?
No.
Zach...
And don't call me that.
You and I are no longer on familiar terms.
You are a doctor.
You cannot betray a patient simply to be punitive against me.
You are much better than that.
You overestimate me.
Guilty, guilty, guilty.
Can you believe this?
They're selling them outside the courthouse.
Ah, don't expect me to swallow that.
You ask me, I don't think this Jeffrey Coho's all that hot.
Brad, you're threatened by him.
No, I'm not threatened.
It's just that everybody makes him out to be this superstar, and so far, I'm not seeing it.
Why do we even bother to give them trials, folks?
Your heart's good, right?
You get yearly physicals?
You think you'd kill me?
It wouldn't look good on my resume.
Where are you going now?
I'm in trial, Alan.
I need to get back to the office.
Can't you just stay a little?
I'd love to.
But no.
Wait a second.
You want her to talk to you after?
Yes.
But that would make you the girl.
I don't even like to talk to them before.
Exactly.
What's that supposed to mean?
Forget it.
Let's drink.
Drink and be numb.
Alan, after sex, don't we want them to leave?
I guess I'm just used to being the one who gets up first.
You know, it takes 20 minutes for a woman's genital mucosa to return to normal after climax.
Sally doesn't even hang around that long.
I think there's some humiliation on her part, being with me.
It doesn't feel good.
Sometimes when you get a dream like that over and over, you wonder if it's some kind of message, you know?
A message from who?
I don't know.
Maybe God.
God?
Telling you what?
I don't know.
Maybe I should do it.
That maybe I should do it.
Do it?
You mean kill judge Hooper?
You felt the need to reveal this session.
I did.
I became concerned that Mrs.
Hooper's life might be in danger, so I took the extraordinary measure of turning over the tape.
That's a particularly outrageous thing for a therapist to do.
Well, the tape was made with the patient's consent and for my own use, of course.
I felt I had to make it public, because I feared for Mrs.
Hooper's life, a fear that unfortunately turned out to be justified.
Now on the tape, he talked about how his loving Mrs.
Hooper might go against God.
Yes, it goes to the heart of his infirmity, which I believe borders on psychosis.
Objection!
That goes to confidential patient...
Overruled.
We have covered this.
Actually, your honor, what we covered was the admission...
Mr.
Coho, you may cross-examine the doctor.
You may bring a motion against him in civil court if you feel he breached a duty to your client.
But for this proceeding, his testimony is allowed.
I ask you, sir, to take your seat.
Attaboy, judgie boy!
Mr.
Meyer, your next interruption lands you in a jail cell.
So dramatic.
You had mentioned a psychosis.
Scott, as the world now knows, is sexually and emotionally obsessed with his own mother.
That was mostly what I was treating him for.
Your honor...
Overruled.
His relationship with Mrs.
Hooper, there were many similarities.
This was a powerful, controlling woman.
Scott saw many things in her that he saw in his own mother, plus one huge advantage.
Which was?
/ He could achieve sexual fruition with her.
In my opinion, he was, on some level, making love with his own mother when he was with Mrs.
Hooper.
Unfortunately, he didn't simply transfer his lust, but also his anger, his self-loathing, his rage, the hatred he felt for himself in loving his own mother.
And since Mrs.
Hooper was a participant, he hated her, too.
Now I wish I'd acted sooner.
We're dead.
If you were so worried about Mrs.
Hooper's safety, why didn't you turn the video over to the police?
I gave it to her husband.
Yes, you treat the victim's husband judge Brian Hooper.
I do.
You also treated Mrs.
Hooper, the victim until there was a conflict.
Correct.
What was that conflict?
That's privileged.
Oh, suddenly you're the beacon of privilege.
You told Claire Simms that Mr.
and Mrs.
Hooper were having marital problems, that he had anger towards her because of her infidelity, didn't you?
I may have indicated that.
And yet, you turned the video over to the angry husband, instead of the police.
You're not concerned that you may have given the angry husband the idea, perhaps the perfect opportunity, to kill his wife?
Objection.
Providing not only motive, but an easy scapegoat, my client.
Objection!
Sustained.
You like to embellish, don't you, doctor?
I do not embellish.
Oh, come on, the prospect of being on the news...
My word of honor is one of my most prized possessions.
Did Mrs.
Hooper have a crush on you?
You told Claire Simms that.
Something about transference.
The victim had developed a crush on you.
Transference sometimes occurs.
Yeah, 'cause you're kind of hard to resist, I bet.
Objection.
Did Gina Gershon have a thing for you?
You kissed her, right?
Well, I'm not really comfortable gossiping about my...
You gossiped to Claire.
You kissed Gina Gershon.
Well, it was not a big deal.
It was to Gina.
Didn't you say she said it was the best kiss of her life?
Well, I'm not sure those were her exact words.
I have here a signed affidavit from Gina Gershon, marked and identified as exhibit F.
She said she's never met you.
Did that kiss just completely blow her mind?
You've never even met Gina Gershon, have you, doctor?
Perjury time, doc.
Have you ever met or kissed Gina Gershon?
No.
Well, they actually fit quite...
beautifully.
Although I myself, might wanto take the inseam in just a touch.
Does that feel right?
That feels wonderful.
And the waist feels...
Maybe we can let that out an inch.
Now cuffs or no cuffs?
I like it when you decide.
Can we sit?
So what's going on?
There's a girl, a lovely woman.
Young, fertile.
We have very rewarding sex.
And then she leaves.
She leaves?
Yes.
She just gets up, and she's on her way.
Are you serious about this girl?
No.
I suppose I'm not serious about her at all.
Still...
She's denying you your post-coital moment.
I'm sure it means nothing.
She's very busy at work.
Well, it means you're not content after sex, Alan.
You crave sexual praise from her.
And when she just jumps out of bed, you feel rejected.
I don't think I so much crave praise as...
I mean, I know I'm good.
They still didn't shake the gist of Dr.
Simon's testimony, and the video spoke for itself.
You do not undo all that with an affidavit from Gina Gershon, who I've only seen play a lesbian slut.
I mean, don't get me wrong.
Even I snuck into Showgirls.
Hey.
Hey.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Tired.
You know...
you can only play the hand you're dealt, and from where I sit, you have tried a great case.
Of course, there's always the possibility that he's guilty.
This is to make me feel better?
Yes, it is.
I'm engaged.
Sorry.
I, um...
sorry.
My hand is also engaged.
Denise, I...
how engaged are you?
Very.
A therapist?
She's willing to see us in my office, so we wouldn't have to...
Why do we need to see somebody?
All we're doing is having sex, and it seems to be good sex.
Yes, it goes to after.
After?
What after?
You leave.
What do you mean?
When we're finished, you just get up and leave.
I'm feeling some post-coital isolation.
How's the case going?
Tough.
Right now, I would settle for murder two.
How's Jeffrey Coho?
You know, as a lawyer, is he good?
Yeah, he's pretty good.
Did you want something, Brad?
Oh, no.
No, I'm just checking in.
Good luck.
Thanks.
Oh, uh, have you and Daniel Post set the date?
Uh, not yet, no.
How did the affair start, Scott?
One night she propositioned me.
I was terrified, but, uh...
Did you fall in love with her?
I suppose I did.
Mr.
Meyer, he said he saw you two through the window sometimes, and he said that it looked like "angry sex."
It wasn't angry.
It was very physical.
I could see how it could look violent.
She, uh, preferred it like that.
Violent?
Physical.
She said her husband didn't, you know, satisfy her.
She, uh...
wanted me to, uh...
she wasn't into gentle.
Did you know that this Lincoln Meyer was watching you?
She told me about him, how she had a restraining order against him.
She thought he was sick, a pedophile or something.
Objection!
Mr.
Meyer!
The night of Mrs.
Hooper's death, you got there when?
About 8.
And then what happened?
We made love.
We never really did a lot of talking.
She just wanted sex.
Her husband testified that he told her that day of your dreams about killing her.
Well, if she knew, she certainly didn't let on or take it seriously, because, uh...
we just made love.
And then?
And then I left sometime before 9.
Scott, we've heard some pretty disturbing things about your feelings for your mother.
That's why I was in treatment.
Dr.
Simon feels you perhaps transferred some of your feelings, perhaps even aggression for your mother to Mrs.
Hooper.
I probably did.
They were both dominant women, and I felt tremendous guilt.
It made me think that my love for Mrs.
Hooper could be just as evil, or I should say wrong, as my love for my mother.
And here it was much worse.
I was actually making love to Mrs.
Hooper.
You dreamt of killing her, and you thought maybe God was telling you to kill her?
I had a lot self-loathing over all of this.
It likely made me hate her on an unconscious level, but I would never act on...
I'm not a violent person.
I've never been violent toward anyone.
You weren't violent that night?
No.
I made love to her, and I left.
I did not kill her.
You testified that you were "probably" in love with Mrs.
Hooper.
You told the police that you weren't.
You lied.
I was worried about looking suspicious.
You lied.
On that.
I told the truth about everything else.
The police asked you for the clothes you were wearing that night.
You said you got home and just threw them all in the laundry.
I did.
You got home around 9 or so, and you did laundry?
I didn't want my mother to smell a woman's perfume or...
Did your mother know about this affair?
I told her it was over.
You lied to her?
About this, yes.
Have any close friends?
Have any close friends, Scott?
I don't have any close friends.
You're a loner whose only relationship at all, as far as I can see, is a violent, sexual one with a dominant woman who you had dreams of killing, who reminds you of your mother, who you're in love with.
Objection.
Overruled.
I didn't kill her.
Are you lying right now?
No.
You look like you're lying.
I didn't kill her!
Thank you. "
I didn't kill her.
I didn't kill her."
Auntie em, come back!
Auntie em, come back!
Oh, please!
I'm telling you...
What...
Is Denny Crane good for anything?
I thought we...
This is not a time to panic, Jeffrey.
What, are you kidding?
Our jury consultants said they didn't believe Scott on the stand, the press is convicting him, and we're down to our final witness.
I'd say it's the perfect time to panic.
Where is she?
Hello.
Could you excuse me, please?
Have we met?
No.
Would you like to meet?
Barbara, we need to prep your testimony.
Uh, this man is hitting on me.
Jeffrey's waiting for you in his office.
What is wrong with you?
If you must know, I've come down with a slight bout of sexual insecurity.
Why I'm sharing this with you, I have no idea.
Perhaps I feel a connection.
Let me just bite...
something.
You admit your bias.
Don't be dodgy about that.
Of course you're biased.
Okay.
Other than that, be as generous as possible and convincing.
If you can't persuade the jury that you were home with him at 9:30...
What are our chances?
Honestly.
They're not good.
Do you have children, Mr.
Coho?
One.
She lives with her mother.
And I'll bet when she was born you made a vow to yourself to never let anything bad happen to her.
I so protected Scott, homeschooled him all the way through high school, and nothing bad ever did happen to him.
But no matter what, we can't protect them.
You need to save my son, Mr.
Coho.
You need to save my son.
Tell her.
When you just jump up and leave, it...
it makes me feel cheap, devalued, skanky.
Come on, it's hilarious!
We're actually talking to a therapist because I pop out of bed too fast.
Yes, but when we were together a year or so ago, you always used to roll over and go to sleep after.
What?
Like a log.
What was I supposed to do?
It was nighttime.
Are you perhaps ashamed of having relations with Alan because you perceive him to be skanky?
It was somewhere between 9:15 and 9:30 when he returned.
You're positive?
Completely.
We watch television together.
And you never saw him leave the house after he came home?
No.
Were you able to observe his demeanor when he got home that night?
Yes, he seemed fine.
If anything, he was upbeat.
He didn't look shaken or...
Not at all.
And he is not a stoic person.
When he's upset, it shows.
For example?
For example, when he saw on the news that Mrs.
Hooper had been killed, he had an immediate panic attack.
He is extremely prone to anxiety and not at all capable of concealing it.
Now you're his mother.
Yes.
And I am biased, of course, but that doesn't change the truth that he came home between 9:15 and 9:30, and he did not go out again.
Did you see him do laundry when he got home?
He may have done laundry.
You didn't really keep track of him?
I know he didn't leave the house.
You son is your life, isn't he, Ms.
Little?
I love my son, like any parent.
And the idea of him going to prison, oh, boy, I bet you would do almost anything to prevent that.
I've admitted my bias, but I am telling the truth.
Somebody killed Marcia Hooper.
Who...
Did you question all the men she was sleeping with?
We did, thank you.
When the police first questioned you, you denied having any knowledge of Scott's affair with the victim.
That was a lie, wasn't it?
I am not lying now.
You lied then because you didn't want to implicate him, just like you're lying right now.
I'm not lying.
Objection.
At your custody proceeding, you accused that man right there of molesting Scott, did you not?
You later admitted to the court that that was a lie.
First of all, that was 20 years ago or so.
Why'd you lie to the court, Ms.
Little?
I felt it was in Scott's best interest for me to have full custody.
And you would do almost anything to protect him, even commit perjury.
I am not lying now.
Yes, we have your word on that.
Nothing further.
Mr.
Coho, anything on redirect?
Mr.
Coho?
Mr.
Coho?
Ms.
Little...
have you been lying to protect Scott?
No.
/ According to your ex-husband Mr.
Schiller, you had to know Scott was in love with you.
He's wrong.
He says you let it happen.
Have you known all along that your son has sexual feelings for you?
No!
Have you done anything to cultivate Scott's physical interest in you?
I beg your pardon?
What is he doing?
Do you date, Ms.
Little?
What's going on here?
What's going on is I'm suddenly wondering if this love affair was mutual.
Have you been on a date with a man in say, the last six years?
What are you suggesting, Mr.
Coho?
Are you in love with your son?
No!
Have you had sex with your son?
Did you tell him that, Scott?
Do not address the defendant.
Scott!
Ms.
Little!
I think the question needs to be asked.
Did you leave the house that night, Ms.
Little?
The same car would leave the same tire tracks.
You'd also have the garage clicker to get in.
Did you go to Marcia Hooper's house after perhaps realizing that Scott had not broken off the affair as he said he had?
Oh, you gotta be kidding me.
It would certainly explain why the house was found entirely free of prints, not knowing what Scott had touched, not wanting him to go to jail, you went through everything.
What do you think you're doing?
Your husband once overheard you arguing with Scott.
You were crazed at the idea that Scott was in love with Marcia Hooper.
I didn't kill Marcia Hooper.
Oh, I'm sure you didn't mean to.
You probably drove over there to confront her, got into an argument and in a fit of anger, picked up the statuette and swung.
Is that what happened, Barbara?
Is that what happened?
I want an attorney.
You want an attorney?
I have a Fifth Amendment right not to answer these ridiculous questions, and I want an attorney!
Your son was trying to break away from you with another woman.
You wouldn't stand for it!
I want an attorney.
Well, what do you know?
You staged that.
You and Barbara conspired to put on that little one-act play.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Were you in on it?
Why didn't you tell me in advance that you planned to cross?
It just came to me.
It just came to you?
Wow, wow!
So in addition to risking disbarment, you may have just guaranteed his conviction!
If I can see through it, Jeffrey, you know the jury can.
They don't have your far-fetched imagination.
You've just committed a fraud on the court!
I've done no such thing, but if I had, you should be glad I didn't tell you, since you'd be obligated to tell.
You'd better hope the jury is more gullible than I am.
All I need is one.
Did anybody fall for that?
First he said the husband did it.
Then it was all those other men she was having an affair with.
Then, I can't be sure, but I think he actually seemed to accuse the father, at least briefly.
Oh, and let's not forget Lincoln Meyer, the neighbor.
He wanted you to think that he was the killer.
And then finally, in the most desperate and most transparent attempt of all, he goes after Scott's mother.
And she played along perfectly, didn't she? "
I want an attorney."
"I assert my Fifth Amendment right."
Gee, that ought to give them all reasonable doubt.
The evidence, all of it, points to one person being in the house, the defendant, a sick, twisted psychologically infirm young man loaded with anger, self-loathing.
He confessed to his therapist he had compulsions of killing her.
Gee, I wonder who could have done it.
If any of you were fooled by the defense lawyer's ridiculous Perry Mason theatrics, then shame on you.
Shame on you?
How about shame on the police for investigating nobody else but Scott Little?
As soon as they saw a video of Scott talking about killing Marcia Hooper, it was cased close for them.
Could they not have looked at the husband?
He had motive.
He was there.
He has no real alibi.
He made no attempt to save her.
Could they not have looked at Lincoln Meyer, the card-carrying nut job from next door?
He was obsessed with Marcia Hooper.
She had to get a restraining order to keep him away.
His flowers were found in the room where she was murdered.
And yes, Barbara Little.
Let's face it.
Love obsessions rarely occur in a vacuum.
Could she not have loved him just as much?
Her whole life is her son.
The idea of him falling into the clutches of another woman...
Why was that house so clean of prints?
The killer will typically wipe clean just what he or she has touched.
But if she didn't know what Scott had previously touched, she would have cleaned everything.
How can any of us be sure here?
As for physical evidence, the only thing the prosecution can establish is that Scott Little made love to Marcia Hooper the night of the murder.
Well, he told them that.
He came forward as innocent people tend to do, and volunteered the information.
And the only reason they arrested him, was because of a video and an opinion proffered by an eccentric therapist who runs around telling people he's kissed movie stars he's never even met.
This case can't turn on his credibility.
Talk about reasonable doubt.
Reasonable doubt.
Come on, it could have been him, could have been him, could have been her.
This whole case screams "reasonable doubt," which is typically the case when the police don't investigate.
Oh, my god.
That was amazing.
Yeah, you're a different girl.
Wow.
That's all I have to say.
Ladies and gentlemen, before we read the verdict, I will caution everyone in this room to maintain order.
The defendant will please rise.
Mr.
Foreman, the jury's verdict is unanimous?
Yes, your honor.
In the matter of the commonwealth vs.
Scott Little, on the charge of murder in the first degree, we the jury find the defendant Scott Little not guilty.
On the charge of murder in the second degree, we the jury find the defendant Scott Little not guilty.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, this completes your service.
I can't believe it.
It's over?
It's over.
Thank you.
No comment just yet.
Thank you.
Just give us a minute.
Thanks.
Thank you.
I don't know what to say.
Well, we need to say something, or the media will be camped where we live.
You okay?
Yeah.
Thank you.
Let's get this over with.
Okay, hear all, people.
Back off.
Please, back off.
Are you okay, honey?
Yeah.
�� Mom, how did he know?
He knows nothing, baby.
As far as Mr.
Coho is concerned, it was all a tactic.
He has no idea.
But what if they arrest you now?
There's no evidence to arrest me.
And you know, if they ever did convict you, I would have come forward with the truth.
You do know that.
You are all I have, and I love you.
I love you, too.
You ready?
Ready.
Let's get out of dodge.
I'm sure you all have lots of questions, and I want to try to get to everybody...
She dumped you?
Well, I think we're looking for different things.
What are you looking for, a serious relationship?
Don't be silly.
I'm already involved with you.
You're damn right.
I just don't like my sex be empty, Denny.
I need intimacy, at least.
Me, too.
That's why I have Shirley Schmidtho.
I hit on Barbara Little, the client's mother, then Denise.
My insecurity is rampant.
We're, we're sensitive men.
Alan, that's who we are.
We're needy people.
Do you think we could get your therapist to measure me for trousers?
I need more room.
Oh, don't expect me to go for that.
Sometimes the depth of your sensitivity, well, let's just say...
I reach new depths.
You do.
How are things going with Bethany?
Three dates.
Big one coming up.
You think she'd be upset if she discovered Gracie Jane in your pants?
No idea.
Not a chance.
Oh, yes.
Don't lie to me.
Scout's honor.
I am not looking down.
But you must.
Guilty, guilty, guilty.
I don't date disgusting, vile pigs!
In the doghouse again.
I gotta get that woman a pair of squeaky shoes.
You want to go after her?
In time.
She's got to learn not to interrupt my special time.
To special times and new depths.
My needy friend.
Indeed.
Want to pull my string?
Maybe later.
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