Forbidden Sins Page #2

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and I'm not here to fiight.

- I'm here to talk some sense into you.

- You don't have the credentials.

Cute.

Is this a vendetta, Maureen? Are you

taking this case to get back at me?

You know better,

as much as I'd like to.

And in case you're interested,

Mulholland aced the polygraph.

He beat the polygraph.

He killed her...

just as sure

as he killed Teresa.

John, I know you loved your niece.

We both did.

But you weren't objective.

You picked Mulholland as the killer

and you never looked back.

Did you know that...

she told her roommate...

that he liked to tie her up

and hurt her?

Hearsay, Your Honor, which you

would know if you had stuck it out.

The problem is,

I don't like lawyers.

Which is why you would've

made a good one.

Instead you became a bent cop.

Objection, Counselor. They never

proved that I planted that evidence.

Well, we both know better.

Don't we,John?

Yeah, well, a wife can't testify

against her husband.

- Ex-wife.

- Ah. Must be why I stopped drinking.

F*** you,John.

If I so much as hear the DA whisper

Teresa's name in that courtroom...

I'll have Mulholland out on a mistrial

faster than your head can spin.

You better pray

you don't get him off...

because he will kill again...

and the blood will be

on your hands.

Unfortunately, the cops didn't do

their job, so you're going to have to.

I want you to thoroughly

investigate Virginia Hill.

Go back to public school

if you have to.

- I want--

- The dirt.

And I'm sure

there's a sandboxful.

Check with the girls

she worked with.

I love my work.

Also, check the pawn shops. My client

gave her some jewelry that's missing.

I'll start at the club.

I never know what to tip

at these places.

Five at the bar,

twenty for a private.

You think I never went

to Chippendale's?

Get outta here.

I really don't see

why this is necessary.

It may trigger a memory.

You know, something that could help us.

So, you arrived before Virginia.

How'd you get in?

She left a key under the mat.

And where were you

when she arrived?

The bedroom.

She liked to pretend

that I'd break in to rape her.

They were just kinky games.

Except...

Except what?

That last night

she wanted something more.

-Had you ever done that with her before?

-No, not like that.

With anyone else?

No.

It was Virginia's idea.

I know this looks bad.

But you asked me what happened.

I'm no Boy Scout, but I never did

anything she didn't ask me to...

and I certainly never hurt her.

She was alive when I left here.

I believe you.

I wanna bring out one of my favorites

ever since I was a young dumb-ass.

This is Molly Malone.

Clap your hands, y'all. Do it up.

Do it! Do it!

Yeah!

Go.

Get that money out, people.

- Bet I know what you're thinkin'.

- What's that?

If my moist...

juicy...

pink...

mouth...

- tastes as good as it looks.

- Not bad.

I bet I know what you're thinking.

What's that?

He's gonna have to pay

to fiind out.

Hey! A**hole!

No touching.

House rules.

Never stopped him before.

Who is he?

Billy Peterson.

Mr. Hot-Sh*t Manager.

I wouldn't mind managing you.

Yeah, I can tell.

As a matter of fact...

I think that was worth

a little extra.

- I'm liking you more and more.

- Can I buy you a drink?

Sure.

And a BMW, while you're at it.

I'm surprised to see that guy

walking around free.

I heard he was arrested

for murdering some girl.

You're thinking of David Mulholland,

the owner.

So you knew the girl that was killed?

Ginny. Yeah.

She was like a sister to me.

I'm sorry.

You really think

that Mulholland guy did it?

- Look, I gotta go.

- Wait.

Can I see you later?

Make it up to you?

We can just talk.

Whatever you want.

Checked all the pawn shops...

but there's no trace

of Virginia's jewelry anywhere.

- So far.

- So far.

Now for the bad news.

I spoke to a friend of mine

over at the DA's offiice.

She claims they have a woman

who lives next door to Virginia.

She saw...

a man matching Mulholland's description

trying to dispose of something.

Can she positively I.D. him?

That's what my contact says.

No physical evidence.

Just her statement.

Other than that,

the only lead I've got...

and it's not much, is a woman who used

to work with Virginia-- Molly Malone.

- She's the one who discovered the body?

- Yeah.

Spoke to her the other night. There's

something she's not talking about.

Whatever it is, it scares her.

Okay, well, stay on her, Brian.

Do whatever you have to do.

Have you seen this?

Son of a b*tch.

You knew about this the whole time?

- Calm down.

- Not a chance.

Four home invasion robberies in eight

months, all single women living alone...

and each time the burglar gained access

to the home by slashing the screens.

Except this guy

didn't kill Virginia Hill.

Do you make any effort at all

to establish a link between crimes?

I didn't have to.

There were inconsistencies.

Besides, it's been

in all the papers.

Mulholland could've easily staged

the murder scene to fiit the M.O.

That's it,John.

You sat on a lead. I'm not

gonna let you railroad my client.

When I get through with you

on the stand...

there's not gonna be enough of you left

to pin a Purple Heart on.

The defense would like a continuance,

Your Honor.

There have been a rash of crimes

committed in the last eight months...

that bear distinct resemblance

to the murder of Virginia Hill...

so we believe

it's completely relevant.

We also believe information has been

intentionally withheld by the police.

That's a pretty serious allegation,

Counselor. Mr. Booth?

It's the fiirst I'm hearing about it,

Your Honor.

I didn't want to bring this up...

but the detective in question

and Ms. Doherty...

have recently gone through

a rather bitter divorce.

For Pete's sake, Fred--

Now wait. I will not have my courtroom

used as a personal battlefiield.

I'll give you one extra week.

This trial will begin in two weeks.

And one more thing:

Due to the nature of this trial...

cameras and spectators

are barred from my courtroom.

Thank you, Your Honor.

So, how did you feel, sir, when you

learned of the death of Virginia Hill?

I was devastated.

I couldn't eat.

I couldn't sleep. I--

Okay, don't look at me.

Remember, the jury's over there.

Eye contact with them

is important.

- This seems a little premeditated.

- Well, that may be.

But they're gonna haul out her mother,

who will outperform Shirley Maclaine...

so that jury better believe you.

Why can't we tell them the truth?

Why can't I walk into that courtroom

and tell them what happened?

You can.

What is the truth, David?

The truth is,

I didn't feel much of anything.

And?

And it scared me.

You're on trial for murder,

not for being an uncaring lover.

You're not actually putting me

on the stand, are you?

I might have to.

The circumstantial evidence

is very compelling.

Unless they fiind

that home invasion guy.

It's past midnight.

We worked through dinner, huh?

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