Mr. Vail? Yeah? Will you t-tell Miss Venable I'm sorry? Tell her I hope her neck is okay....

[last lines] [while in a holding cell in the back of the courthouse] Roy: Mr. Vail? Martin Vail: Yeah? Roy: [stammering] Will you t-tell Miss Venable I'm sorry? Tell her I hope her neck is okay. Martin Vail: Yeah... I will. [begins walking away, then turns back] Martin Vail: Wait... What did you just say? What? You told me just a few minutes ago that you didn't remember. You blacked out. You "lost time" yet again. So, how do you know about her neck? Roy: [slow clapping sardonically; sneers] Well... good for you, Marty. I was going to let it go at that. You was looking so happy just now. I was thinking, hmmm God. But to tell you the truth, I'm glad you figured it out, because I have been dying to tell you. I just didn't know who you'd wanna hear it from, you know? Aaron or Roy... or Roy or Aaron. Well, I'll let you in on a little secret. A sort of a client-attorney-privilege type of a secret, you know what I mean? It don't matter who you hear it from. It's the same story. [stammering as Aaron] Roy: [in a southern accent] I j-j-just... had to kill Linda, Mr. Vail. [normal voice as Roy] Roy: That cunt just got what she deserved. But... cutting up that son of a bitch Rushman? That was just a fucking work of art. Martin Vail: You're good. You are really good. Roy: Yeah. I did get caught, though, didn't I? Martin Vail: So there never... there never was a Roy? Roy: Jesus Christ, Marty. If that's what you think, I am disappointed in you, I don't mind telling you. There never was an Aaron... counselor! Come on, Marty! I thought you had it figured, there at the end. The way you put me on the stand like that? That was fucking brilliant, Marty! And that whole thing like "act-like-a-man"? Jesus, I knew exactly what you wanted from me. It was like we were dancing, Marty! Martin Vail: Guard! Roy: [as Vail walks away] Oh come on, don't be like that, Marty. We did it, man. We fucking did it! We're a great team, you and me. You think I could've done this without you? You're just feeling a little angry here, because you started to care about old Aaron, I can understand that, but... you know, love hurts, Marty. What can I say? Hey, I'm just kidding, bud! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings! What else was I supposed to do? Hey, you're gonna thank me down the road, because this is gonna toughen you right up, Martin Vail! You hear me? That's a promise!

Ieaning over Bishop Rushman. He looked up, and he came at me. And that's when I lost time. What does that mean? Lost time? I bla... I blacked out. It happens to me sometimes. I have... ..spells. I have spells. I lose time. I can't remember nothing. Why did you run from the police, Aaron, if you didn't do anything wrong? Well, when I woke up, I was covered in blood. I didn't know what to do. I got scared, I heard sirens, so I ran. Look, I know how it looks, Mr Vail, but I swear... I don't need you to convince me. Just answer my questions. - I didn't do this. You got to believe me. - No, I don't. I don't care. I am your attorney, which means I'm your mother, your father, your best friend and your priest. I don't want you talking to anyone but me. Not the cops, the press, the guys in the cells, nobody, without my permission. You understand? - Yeah? - Yes. Yes, I do. All right. Now the important stuff. What's your suit size? - My what? - Suit size. What are you? A 38"? - I don't know. - Well, a 38" Iong. The police flushed Stampler from his hiding place behind the Cathedral. They chased him through the train yard, almost losing him as he scrambled over tracks before an oncoming train separated them. Prominent local criminal defence attorney Martin Vail is believed to have visited Stampler at the Maxwell Street ... After a brief chase across the rail yard behind St. Michael's Cathedral, Stampler was apprehended in a hole beneath train tracks... - Are you defending this man? - I'm sorry... Thank you very much. Thank you. We've taken the first step in the process. I can now take your questions. Shaughnessy, what about the altar boy group Stampler was part of? Not much at this time. Could other altar boys be involved? We have no reason to suspect anyone other than Stampler. He had access to the Archbishop's quarters. He was caught as he fled. The blood-soaked Aaron Stampler was chased under McCormick Place, but not before he was almost killed by a passing train. He's gonna call you as soon as he gets here. Thank you. - Naomi! - Yeah. Sorry, I'm late. We have a new client. - I was afraid you were gonna say that. - Who? You know what they're calling him? The Butcher Boy of St. Mike's. - I like that. - You'll be hearing it a lot. Is the kid who chopped up the Archbishop our client? You have to get "allegedly" into your vocabulary if you want to be a lawyer. - Coffee, Tommy? - No, thanks. He admits he was in the room when the killing occurred, but he didn't see it. - Can I stop you right there? - No. He was returning a book. He heard loud noises in the bedroom. He went in. He sees a figure in the shadows, kneeling over the body. He blacks out. Next thing he knows, sirens are screaming, he's covered in blood. The cops find him in a train tunnel. He's got the Archbishop's ring on him. - He stole the Archbishop's ring? - No, it was in his pocket. Is that it? Yep. That's... That's the worst bullshit story I've heard in my entire life. Now it's our bullshit story. OK. Let's get to work. The name of the game is "motive". The Prosecution doesn't have one. We have to prove that someone else could have committed the crime, then we can establish reasonable doubt. I want to know everýthing I can about this guy. Go to Database, go to Hall of Records, IRS files. - Even so-called charities. - So-called? He was a priest. Naomi, write this down. B 32.1 56. It was carved into the Archbishop's chest. - Allegedly. - No, that was a fact. - But I appreciate the effort. - Thanks. I also need case histories on murder by stabbing, mutilation and religion. - Also I'm gonna need a psychiatrist. - You're telling me. Not the kind who lives in a witness box. I need a real one. - And an expert on amnesia. - What does he look like in person? The Butcher Boy? - Like a boy scout. - A boy scout... ..with a merit badge in carving. The Archbishop was a close friend of Mr Shaughnessy. He asked me who my best man was. - I said you. - Thank you. I trust if I'm to prosecute this case, I'll get the authority which comes with it. You're the one trying the case. But let's establish one thing at the outset. I want the death penalty. I'd like to go over the case before we determine whether or not to seek that.