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That's good.

Yeah.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah. I'm better, thank you.

- What do you have?

- I went to see Shelley like you said.

She tried to fax you over some papers,

but the machine was down.

So I said I'd bring the risk assessment

profiles over myself.

I didn't know you had company.

Dale told me how good you're with her

when her dad died.

She was so grateful.

Dr. Gramm?

Yeah?

If there's anything I can do

to help you find Dale's murderer...

- will you let me know?

- Of course, yes.

Thank you.

Can I call you a cab

or something?

No, Mike is gonna give me

a ride.

- Okay.

- Thanks for these...

Bye.

All those people

have threatened you?

Well, you know,

it comes with the territory.

How come you never mention that

in class?

How many students end up going

into this field anyway?

Not very many

with you booting all of them.

Yeah.

Can I ask you

a personal question?

No.

How come you never

got married?

I mean,

you're a pretty good prospect.

You obviously make a sh*t load

of money.

Why would I get married?

I'm a target for any nut

with a grudge.

I can't afford emotional

attachments.

Yeah, but don't you want kids?

Don't you want a family?

I'm too old for kids.

You're too young for me, Kim.

If you want me to leave, Jack, all

you've got to do is say it and I'm gone.

No, I don't want you to leave.

I need you, Kim.

You are smart

and you are important to me.

Really, you are.

Okay.

- Yeah.

- Jack, it's Shelley.

What the hell happened to you?

Where have you been

Making calls for you, four lines

simultaneously. The fax is down.

I know, Lauren Douglas came over

and brought some papers with her.

Jack, you better turn on MS-NBC.

Why?

Forster got a judge to grant

his request for an interview.

He's on, live.

This is gonna heat things up

When looking for a home...

a real estate agent is really important

in you life. You need someone...

Shelley. Listen to me.

I want you to send some of the boys

to my apartment, all right?

There may be someone down at my lobby

in biker leathers when they get there.

Okay?

- You got a name?

- Yes, his name is Guy LaForge.

Put a photo

on the FBI wire, okay?

If you are not granted

another stay of the execution...

are you prepared to die?

You want me to call the police?

No, no, let Frank handle it.

He'll know what to do.

As prepared as any man can be

to pay for something he didn't do.

Listen.

You didn't message over a package

to my apartment, did you?

No.

There is a lot of people out there

that believe in your innocence.

And I'm grateful.

You know anyone that might have?

- No.

- I'm grateful for their prayers.

- Everything goes to your office.

- And support.

What about Pollard.

Find anything on her?

You didn't actually paid her,

did you, Jack?

- Pay her, what do you mean?

- She works for a escort service.

Escort service?

You didn't know?

No, I didn't know.

What? She told me she was a lawyer.

A student lawyer.

What are your thoughts

this time?

Well, Stephanie, that's one thing

I don't have a lot of...

You got a number for her?

Yeah, a phone number

and the address.

I know the address.

Let me have the number.

If Dr. Gramm was with us right now,

what would you say to him?

555-1352.

He knows that I didn't do this.

- There's only one...

- Thanks.

Other person in this world

who knows I've been framed.

That it was a set up.

That I'm totally innocent.

And that would be the forensic

psychiatric Dr. Jack Gramm.

I guess what I'd say to Jack Gramm...

I'd say, "Why me"?

I understand that you've suffered

a great loss with your sister.

I feel your pain, Dr. Gramm.

- Pick it up, damn it.

- But that doesn't exonerate you...

from false accusing me of things that

you know I did not, could not have done.

Pick up, Sara.

If I can be convicted

of this voodoo forensic science...

think about it... Who is safe?

Shelley?

Shelley?

I want you to get MS-NBC.

- I want to talk to that son-of-b*tch.

- I would be the last.

Jack, I really don't think

that's a good idea.

It's a good idea. Just get them

and when you get them call me back, OK?

But I find hard to believe that

Dr. Jack Gramm can be out there...

psycho battling innocent people

into the death chamber.

Who is the murder now, Jack?

Yeah?

Who is the murder now?

Jack?

We got D'Franco in custody.

I got the warrant.

The guys are on the way

over to his place.

Did he say anything about Forster?

A quite bit, but nothing useful.

What about Guy LaForge?

He hasn't checked in with

his parole office in six weeks.

Well, he was at my apartment building

less than an hour ago.

And he said he's coming back.

Listen, Frank.

I got a call

a little while ago...

saying I have 88 minutes

to live.

Jesus, Jack.

Why 88 minutes?

I don't know.

You have any idea

who this caller is?

You better find Guy LaForge

before he gets here, okay?

Listen, let me call you back.

Jack?

Sh*t.

Mom.

Dad.

Jack.

There's someone in here.

And he wants to talk to you.

Where are you?

Please, come home quickly!

I'm here with a man.

It is not what

you want me to say...

Jack, come here now!

Help me. Help me.

Jack, what is that?

My sister.

Oh, my God!

That's horrible.

Who would send that to you?

There's only two copies

of this tape in the world.

One is...

Iocked up in custody of NYPD.

And the other...

is in a restricted access room...

in my office file cabinet...

with the highest

security measures.

So you're thinking it was stolen.

Of course it was stolen.

You think I stole it?

You think I stole it?

You left the bar yesterday night

with Dale.

One of the last people to see

her alive. Maybe the last.

Jack, you think I stole the tape

and killed Dale?

Have you lost your mind?

I don't have clearance

to your restricted access room.

Why Guy LaForge was at the bar

last night?

He was trying to protect me.

From what?

- From you.

- From me? He knows about me?

- Yes.

- What does he know about me?

He knows I have

a silly girlish crush on you.

Jack. Hold on a second.

I just got an email

from Mike Stempt, okay?

He saw Guy at Darby's Club

last night.

When Mike left at 3 am,

Guy was still sitting there...

and they've bounced a beer

until 6 am.

So there's no way that Guy

could have killed Dale Morris.

- Yeah?

- Did you listen to the tape, Dr. Gramm?

Why did you leave the little Katie

all alone?

Why, Dr. Gramm?

She'd still be alive today if you

hadn't left her all alone to die.

Now it's your turn.

In a glaze of glory!

Tic-tac, doc.

You have 37 minutes.

Yeah?

Hey, Jack, I got MS-NBC on the line.

I'll patch you through the prison.

- You're sure you wanna do this?

- Shelley.

There's been a breach in my place,

in my most secure area.

Did you ever give anyone clearance

to go into my secure files?

Jack, what are you saying?

Did you ever let

an unauthorized person...

into my secure files area?

No, never.

To anyone.

Ever.

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