Reversal of Fortune Page #4

- Sunny was a lovely woman.

- Spoiled rotten.

Yes, but lovely. Till she drank.

Two drinks, and she became...

nasty, irrational.

All women are irrational.

Did we mention the priest?

Oh. Marriott apparently confided

in a priest, who's consented to talk to us.

Father Capello from Providence.

A priest? A priest is the ideal witness.

It's like getting the word of God.

I checked. God is unavailable.

lf... if the priest comes through,

and we can get documentation

on Sunny's drug use,

self-injection may be a plausible theory.

- There's no insulin in this case.

- But people do use insulin.

They use it for dieting.

Sunny was concerned about her weight.

Maybe, but believe me, Alan,

there's no insulin here.

Really? How can you be so sure?

You realize, with this case,

I'm looking for evidence to exonerate you.

But, at the same time, I'm also

wondering... what really happened.

- Who you are.

- Who would you like me to be?

Your mother's death... What happened?

I believe she had a heart problem.

The rumor in England is you killed her.

Hey, Alan. Statute of limitations

ran out on that years ago.

There's rumors also that I killed my aunt.

And that I'm a necrophiliac

who injected Sunny with insulin

so that I could have my way with her.

Please.

Did Claus drive me crazy?

Even I don't know.

But it's true that I took

up to 24 laxatives daily,

popped aspirin like M&M's,

smoked three packs of cigarettes a day,

had a problem with alcohol,

took Valium and Seconal frequently

and consumed large quantities of sweets,

despite a medical condition,

hypoglycemia,

which made them hazardous.

As for my state of mind...

I had not had sex with

my husband for years.

My schedule was:
I woke at 9.30,

did a little exercise and shopping,

and returned to bed at 3 o'clock

for the remainder of the afternoon.

I liked to be in bed.

I didn't much like anything else.

Hold on here, will you?

- Come in.

- Alan.

Welcome to my humble law firm.

In the kitchen,

our insulin-on-the-needle team.

They're cooking up

some surprise for us.

This is our Brillhoffer-notes team.

Mr. von Bulow.

- Where are the paper towels?

- Ask Sarah!

Sarah used to live here.

This... I guess he was up all night.

This sort of commune,

you do it on every case?

Never before. 38 days to write

100 pages. Only way to get it done.

Here's the black-bag team.

Illegal-search team.

My son Elon lost his room. Actually

this is another case that you're paying for.

- And this is my team.

- You wish.

I can't find the damn thing.

- Hi. I'm Sarah.

- And a very lovely Sarah you are.

- Does that really work?

- Flattery? Absolutely.

Like Chinese food?

What do you give a wife

who has everything?

An injection of insulin.

How... Ah, my prawns.

How can one define a fear of insulin?

Claustrophobia.

Is there anything more you can

tell us about Alexandra Isles?

Is it true that she gave you a deadline

of Christmas 1979 to be together?

Not really. No, she knew

I was looking for full-time work.

I worked for JP Getty in London.

Alexandra assumed that, when you did

find a job, you'd marry her?

Oh, she assumed it.

Did you sense that she

wanted to get back together?

Very much so.

In fact, at the trial, she said...

I loved him, but I was still

caught up in my own anger.

And I'm sorry I acted that way then.

I loved him then. I was angry.

Let me ask you this.

Maybe you can't answer.

Do you still love him?

I don't know.

- That means yes.

- It would seem so.

In fact, after the trial, she wrote me

a letter saying so explicitly.

A very passionate letter.

Passionate and jealous.

But that was the relationship

from the outset. That was Alexandra.

She was your love slave.

Ah. I think now I'll have my own

individual order of ginger prawns.

Three weeks before her final coma,

Sunny overdosed on aspirin.

- Can you tell us about that?

- I had nothing to do with that.

Of course not.

I'm asking you what happened.

Sunny had been unwell.

- Are you all right?

- Just a bit dizzy.

If you're dizzy, don't go wandering...

Sunny?

Oh, my God. Come on, my darling.

You're all right. Put your arm

around my shoulder.

No, you're all right. Come on,

we'll get you back into bed.

- Something happened to my head.

- You're all right.

It's just a little cut.

Come on, let's get you lying down.

There you are.

There.

- Shall I call a doctor?

- No!

No, I don't want a doctor.

Just... I don't want a doctor.

I just wanna be left alone.

I wanna be left alone

with all those beautiful letters.

What did you do with those letters?

Why did you write those letters?

Later the doctor said

we needn't have gone to hospital,

but I wasn't going to take any chances.

Why did she take so much aspirin?

Sunny always took aspirin. She'd

been taking a lot for several days.

- That's not what our doctor said.

- Dr. Lucus Lupardus,

chief forensic toxicologist,

Suffolk County,

says people who take lots of aspirin

every day never reach that level.

He also said the average blood level

in cases of death is 60. Hers was 90. So...

So, it was obviously a suicide attempt.

- Why?

- Yeah. Why?

- Why?

- Alan, do they all want to be prosecutors?

We're waiting.

I presume she was unhappy.

How about we all finish up

and go back to the house?

We're not gonna win this

on a technicality. Peter?

I've read every recent case where

the Rhode Island Supreme Court reversed.

They don't like to make new law

or discuss broad legal issues.

When they do reverse,

the grounds are technical,

but the reason seems to be

they suspect a convicted

defendant may be innocent.

OK, everybody get that?

True or not, we've gotta convince

the judges that you are innocent.

Claus, now I do wanna

hear your side of the story.

With pleasure. Innocence

has always been my position.

First coma:
what preceded it?

Sunny loved Christmas.

It was her favorite season, really.

You see, what you must

understand about Sunny

is that she loved giving

more than anything else.

Each year, she always made

a big bowl of fresh eggnog.

On that year, she drank a lot of it.

- How much?

- 10 or 12 glasses.

- With her hypoglycemia?

- Did she always drink like that?

Never. She never touched alcohol at all,

except on social occasions

to overcome her shyness

or when she was upset.

This was not a social occasion?

No. We'd been discussing

divorce all afternoon.

This whole subject of

your work coming between us,

isn't it just a pretext,

when the real subject is her?

Certainly not.

I'm thinking of redecorating

this whole f***ing house.

Then she knew about Alexandra.

- Yes.

- How did she find out?

Er... I...

I told her the previous summer.

Oh, I've been meaning to mention...

our understanding about my...

extracurricular activities.

Mm?

I've been involved with someone who falls

outside the parameters of our agreement.

- Really?

- Someone peripherally in our circle.

Billy Botsky's daughter, Alexandra Isles.

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