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Previously on “Boston Legal”…

You know why she dumped me?
Because I'm a lousy kisser.

Maybe you could use some…

pointers.

We had sex.

Yes.

Mr Mkeba was only
attacking Armus in revenge.

Jerry…

My first trial, and I blew it!

I've never been involved in a case
that was going as badly as this one.

So what do we do?

You could run.

Do you have any evidence that
Mr Shore is hiding Mr Mkeba?

Not yet.

Sorry I'm late, good people.

Edwin. Everything all right?

Hunky-dory.

Hunky-dory.

Did he escape?

He did not. He was released.

Are we to assume that he's recovered?

We are.

Gentle, soothing tones, no sudden movements.
We don't want to startle him.

Bonjour, Mes Amis. Edwin Poole is back.

Edwin, welcome back.

Shirley.

Edwin.

Paul.

Edwin.

Brad.

I'm glad to see you're…

Well?

Well… yes.

Shirley, this is for you.

What is it?

It's a signed, certified letter
from New Beginnings

stating that I am 100%
mentally healthy.

How lovely. You had it framed.

That would make you the only
certifiably sane person here.

Oh, my God!

Edwin Poole.

Denny Crane.

Name on the door.

Mine, too.

Crane…

Poole and…

Schmidt!

Man, you look great. Still mental?

Over it. You?

Never. Mad cow. Denny Crane.

Edwin Poole.

Crane…

Poole and…

Schmidt!

Take a picture.

So, Edwin… is the plan
to come back full-time?

Big-time.

I'm coming back big-time.

Shirley…

I must admit, during my many long
nights at the laughing academy,

as I lay in bed in want…

Oh, yeah… it helped to think of all
those times you and I were…

carnal.

We were never carnal.

But it helped to think of it just the same.

Edwin.

I would… yeah?

It's important to take things slow at first.

No worries.

It's not lost on me how the world
is moving too fast these days.

Everyone on their PDAs,
their cell phones, competition,

overworked, underpaid,
running, running, running.

I was just the first one to react
to the artificial way we're living.

The canary in the coalmine.

The sensitive one.

Um, this is Phil Mickle. He's here
to hook up your computer.

Good God. Will you look
at the size of that?

Phil, you remember Edwin.

The sensitive one.

Okay, look, I paid my taxes.

So whatever this is about,
I did not do it.

We're looking for Alan Shore, please.

Alan. Men with guns, again.

It wasn't me.

What's going on?

Alan Shore?

It depends.

You're under arrest.

Arrest for what?

Aiding and abetting a fugitive.

Obstruction of justice and conspiracy
to aid a defendant to avoid prosecution.

You just described anyone who's
ever given money to Tome Delay.

Oh, please put your hands
behind your back.

Do I have to? It makes me
feel so pretentious.

Alan, please don't joke.
They don't… look funny.

You have the right to remain silent.

Must you?

I'll waive reading.

I… I'll get you a lawyer.

Evidently, he advised a client
to flee the country.

Told him to go where?

Nimmo bay.

The arraignment's at 10:00.

Which I'll handle.

Which you won't.

He asked for me, Shirley.

We better call the managing partners
and present this to them

before they hear it on the news.

But it doesn't make sense.

I don't date men at the office.

Stupid.

Well, just the same…

Look, in order for relations to be
as compatible as they were, two people…

Okay, let me just stop you right there.

Any man that I would be with,

he would use the word “sex”.

He would never say “relations,”
and certainly not to describe what we did.

Come on, Brad. We were like
a couple of wild apes.

Exactly. If you're so quick
to measure a man by a kiss,

why not attach a little bit of weight
to his ability to intercourse?

I don't want to sue.

Stop making it about you.

I need to sue.

I need to make money for this firm.
For that I need a victim.

But I'm not a victim.

Of course you are, Paul.

Phil…

You're gigantic.

Something has gone amiss here.
People simply do not grow this large.

For God's sake, you need to blame somebody.

This is America!

42444, The Commonwealth vs Alan Shore.
Aiding and abetting…

Waive reading, judge.
The charges depress me.

Douglas Kupfer representing
the Commonwealth, your Honor.

Well, well, well, now it all makes sense.

Denny Crane for the defense.
Glad to be back, judge.

What's going on here?

Last week, he was in here defending you.

Yes, judge. He gets me off,
I get him off.

We're flamingos.

Don't ask, don't tell.

Silence.

Your Honor, they've already started
making a farce out of this matter.

You made the farce
by bringing the charges.

Silence. Mr Shore, you are the defendant.

I don't want to hear another poop out of you.

How do you plead?

Not guilty by reason of the
district attorney's insanity.

All right, then. We'll schedule…

that's not a real plea.

Not guilty, then.

Do you wish a trial?

If it's not too much trouble. Speedy.

The Commonwealth stands ready, your Honor.

Bail?

I ask to be released on my own recognizance.

I assure you I will not flee.

No objection.

Fine. ROR is granted.

We'll resume at 10:00 tomorrow.
We're adjourned.

This is a happy day.

Yes. People like you always bring
themselves down, Mr Shore.

And just in case we don't,
we've got you.

You're a diabetic?

Yeah.

So you are a victim.
We can sue.

Brother.

Congratulations.
You have a real disease.

We'll file in the morning.
This is wonderful, Phil.

I'm gonna make you a very rich man.

Edwin, you… you can't sue a disease.

But he has it, Shirley.
The man's a diabetic. I mean…

But you can not file a lawsuit
against diabetes. That's a disease.

It's not… But there are foundations, okay?

What about the American Diabetes
Association? That's a deep pocket.

We go after them.

The American Diabetes Association
is trying to cure it.

They don't cause it.

So they'll settle out of court. Trust me.
They all pay to avoid a trial.

Edwin, you seemed less crazy
with your pants down.

Thank you.

I don't think you're ready
to resume the practice of law.

What do you mean?

I have no defense, Denny.
I broke the law.

So?

So usually in these situations,
I go with jury nullification…

persuade the jury to focus
on the moral, not the legal.

But here, it makes no difference.

What I did was unethical, immoral, illegal.

You're being so negative.

I need you to close.

What do you mean?

I'll try the case, but at the end,

I need somebody else
to stand before the jury

and say, “Let the man go”.

And you want me to do that?

There was a day when all you had
to do was say your name.

That's still all I do.

Denny… I find in life,
and I know you must,

that craft doesn't matter so much
if one is a big enough star.

You've spent your entire life
getting away with

who and what you are
because you're a star.

Big star. I blow solar flares
outta my ass.

I need your star power here.

I need you to stand up before
that jury when we're done,

and tell them, “Let Alan Shore Go”.

Really?

I have a gut feeling it's my best shot.

Let him go.

Denny Crane.

I'll do it.

They have offered me two years
if I testify against you.

Two years for attempted murder.

–Yes
–And you took it.

I have a family.
Alan… I am so sorry.

That's all right, son.

You look at me.

–We know where your family lives.
–Denny.

Mr Mkeba, you'd be insane
not to take that deal.

All I can say to you is that
if you plan to tell the truth

—which I think you should!—
please tell it exactly.

Try not to misquote me.

Because we know where you—

Denny.

Well, I guess we'll see you in court.

I'm sorry.

You should've let me break him.

You were breaking me.

Alan.

Jerry.

I'm so sorry.

Don't tell me you've turned quisling.

It's all my fault.

If I hadn't screwed up the case,
you never would've advised him to flee.

I feel so terribly responsible.

Jerry, I made the decision
to do what I did here.

As such, I take full responsibility.

Good God, man. Nobody does that.

I have done it. I have cracked the case.

I'll assume, for the sake of argument,
one cannot sue diabetes.

Thank you.

Better to sue the cause of the disease,
the proximate cause.

Now there's lawyer talk.

Thank you.

So I sat down with Pete last night.

Phil.

Right. And I went over his diet,
going way back to when he was a child.

Together, we dissected his eating habits,
which… ha ha.

So I think we found it.
We found the cause of his diabetes.

High fructose corn syrup.
We're filing today.

You're suing corn syrup.

Yes, the makers of it.

Do the makers of corn syrup
market directly to the public?

Well, no. But I, I, I don't see how…

all right.

You're a partner.

You're a hypocrite.

You lecture me on not being able
to express my feelings.

Meanwhile, you keep your bottle up
like one of Denny's kidney stones.

Uh, you're touching me. That's battery.

We had sex.

Happy?

I said the word.

I am 34 years old. When I meet
a man, I think long term.

“Is he potentially the father of my children?”

You're not. Every now and again,
I'll think, “what the hell,”

“have some fun in the short term”.

But not with somebody from the office.

Too messy. Too complicated.

You should know better.

He never told me he advised
Mr Mkeba to flee the jurisdiction.

He did not. He did not.

Okay, okay.

Well, after Mr Mkeba did flee,

did the defendant indicate
to you in any other way

that he might have proffered this advice?

Nope. No, no, no.

Well, then can you tell us, Mr Espenson,
why after Mr Shore was arrested,

did you come racing to me
to say it was all your fault

that Mr Shore told the client to run?

What I said was,

if Mr Shore gave such advice
and I have no knowledge that he did…

it was my fault since I had so totally
screwed up Mr Mkeba's trial,

leaving him no option but to run.

Mr Espenson, do you typically take responsibility

for what others do even when you think
they haven't done it?

Nothing further.

Denny, not now. The closing.

No questions.

The truth is, we could sue
the soft drink manufacturers

and the wheat and corn growers
and the makers of all those sugary cereals.

We could even, perhaps, sue the federal
government for not regulating these foods…

Did you know about this?

Of course not.

We need to contact his doctor,
find out what the hell is going on.

Start with L'il Jimmey's Yum Dingers
because this is what Bob…

Phil.

Phil Mickle grew up eating
more than anything else.

My client has been…

He's suing a snack cake?

…consuming three packages
of these delicious treats

every day of his life
since he was 5 years old.

And we are going to prove that
they are as deadly as cigarettes.

Did you see that turnout?

It'll be on every network news tonight.

Edwin Poole is back. You know what?

It's a niche, Shirley. I can feel it.

I'm gonna be the lawyer
who brings down big sugar.

Edwin.

Yeah?

Have a seat.

Okay.

Edwin.

You just sued the Lillian Corporation.

And it feels good.

You called their snack cakes poison,
deadlier than cigarettes.

I stand behind it.

They could sue you, Edwin, and us.

Oh, stop it.

Don't be silly. I have qualified immunity.

Only for what you say in court.

That immunity does not extend
to press conferences, Edwin.

You just accused the world's largest vertically
integrated conglomerate of selling poison.

And you did it in your capacity
as a lawyer of this law firm.

They brought a motion to dismiss,

and they've counterclaimed for defamation.

Now we're the target.

They didn't waste any time.

They're also deposing Phil this morning.

What about notice?

I waived it in the hopes of getting them
in the room today.

If we agree to dismiss Phil's claim,

maybe I can get them to drop
the suit against us.

And this whole thing will go away.

Now how do we get Edwin to go away?

Let's just deal with this case first,
then we'll turn to Edwin.

Mr Shore informed me
that we would lose the trial,

and that I would be convicted.

Of attempted murder?

Yes.

What else did Mr Shore say, Mr Mkeba?

He told me that perhaps my only option
at avoiding prison was to run,

but as a member of the bar,
he could not advise me to do so.

Now you interpreted Mr Shore's statement

to mean that you should flee the jurisdiction?

Objection. Leading.

Sustained.

How did you interpret
Mr Shore's statement?

And I would remind you,
sir, you are under oath.

I guess I felt that if he were
in my shoes, he would run.

But as a lawyer, he was not allowed
to advise me to do so.

Yes, and as a result of this communication
with Mr Shore, what did you do?

I fled to Canada.

You were captured and brought back?

Yes.

Thank you, sir.

Denny, not until the close.

So, Mr Mkeba, as I understand it,

I specifically told you
I could not advise you to run?

That's correct.

Nothing further.

Mr Kupfer?

The prosecution rests, your Honor.

The witness is excused.

Your Honor, at this time, the defense
moves for a directed verdict of not guilty.

The prosecution has failed to make a case.

Denied.

Fine, then we'd like to call our first witness.

Ladies and gentlemen… ADA Douglas Kupfer.

You can't call him.

It's not unprecedented, your Honor,

especially when defense goes to bias.
The only reason I'm on trial…

Objection.

Sustained.

Mr Shore, the court instructed you not to poop.

Sidebar, judge.

The only reason I'm on trial is him.

I should be allowed
to cross-examine him on motive.

My courtroom will not be turned
into a sideshow. I told you…

Your Honor, I have no problem testifying.

In fact, since Mr Shore rang
the bias bell in front of the jury,

I'd appreciate the chance
to refute the attack.

It is highly unorthodox—

Yes, but as Mr Shore pointed out,
not unprecedented.

Your Honor, let's just do this.
Let the, uh, defendant take his shot.

Ah…

I think if we agree to withdraw the case

now before generating massive attorney fees…

It's a little late to be singing
“Let's call the whole thing off,” Ms Schmidt.

Your colleague declared us to be
poison manufacturers to the whole world.

Which he regrets.

I do. It was all my idea.

Yes, well, if only contrition
could make us whole.

We have assembled to conduct
Mr Mickle's deposition.

You waived notice. I see…

Look, if this goes forward, it will only
bring more publicity to an idea that…

Mr Mickle is not the first
overweight person

to pin the responsibility
for his obesity on us.

We look at it as test case.

Now, should we proceed with the deposition,
or should we take a break for a snack?

Let's dismiss and then pay court costs.

I don't want to settle.

Phil, if they go after you for defamation…

They already are.

The fight is on.

So how would you describe me
to your friends?

I'm curious.

I really don't see what difference
that would make.

I'd like to know.

Brad.

I'd like to know, please.

Okay. Well, um…

I guess I would describe you as, uh…

Buzz Light-year.

You thing I'm Buzz Lightyear?

You're very military.

Brad, my idea of how to wind down
after a tough day is to pour a glass of wine,

light a candle and get into a hot
bubble bath with my partner.

Can you ever see yourself doing that?

Well, it's just alcohol
and extreme temperatures.

We're complete opposites.

You know that. Come on.

You haven't the slightest idea of who I am.

I'm not saying I got fat
only because of L'il Jimmey's.

I ate the bad cereals, soda pops,
brownies, cookies.

I've had a sweet tooth since I was 2.

Yes, but L'il Jimmey's is the only one
that you're suing.

Well, I was addicted to them.

You know, whenever I had sugar low

or I was feeling depressed, uh,
I'd eat… eat a box of them.

And that's what caused your diabetes?

She's a skinny.

Phil.

No, I… I know the way
skinnies think of fat people.

And diabetics, like lung cancer
victims and smokers,

“We did it to ourselves,” right?

Well, I didn't eat three boxes a day.

Did you read the labels
on those boxes, Mr Mickle?

Did you see the calorie count?
Were you able to perform basic math?

I was addicted, thin mint.

All right.

Let the record reflect
that he called me food.

A cookie, no less.

Ms Marino, you've been rude.

And I might also point out that
we are not the first people

to connect junk food with diabetes.

Did a medical professional
ever connect your diabetes,

specifically, to L'il Jimmey's snack cakes?

Well, m, my doctor said my intake
of sugar was too high and…

But did he connect specifically your diabetes…

Yes! He knew I was eating box
after box of L'il Jimmey's,

and he told me to stop, but I was addicted.

Did he use the word “addicted,”
or is that yours?

It's mine.

Did he ever say, “eat less”?

Objection! Rudeness.

What? You can answer.

And when you claim
our product poisoned you,

do you have any evidence of that?

Do you talk dismissive like that
to everybody, or just me?

I wasn't in a dismissive mood when you tried
to wiggle out of this lawsuit, was I?

You know what, Vivian?

You're starting to piss me off.

Your client sued us.

What'd you think, I was gonna
come in here all sugar and spice?

Oh, well, perhaps
you would've liked that.

Consider my willingness
to drop this case revoked,

you skinny little bitch.

You were wonderful, Shirley.

No, I'm serious. You were brilliant.
My God, it was…

What's the word? You, uh…

Escalated a situation
I was hoping to quash?

That's it.

Edwin.

Do you have any medical or scientific research

to back the claims laid out in your complaint?

Not a shred, but we're just getting started.

We'll do that research,

you and I, burning the midnight oil
like the old days, huh?

You may not get an opportunity to do research,

if the claim is dismissed tomorrow, which,
at the moment, seems extremely likely.

Tosh.

Edwin, have you prepared anything
for the hearing?

Not a thing.

Okay, then, I'll… I'll have
to prepare something myself.

Yes!

Uh, and… and, Edwin.

I'll need you to leave me alone
so that I can concentrate.

Yes.

And, Edwin.

What I really need is for you
not to sue anyone else.

Yes.

You can do it, Shirley. I know you can.

Thank you.

You're thinking.

There was a day I used to do that.

I'm thinking this may be a mistake,
putting Kupfer on the stand.

It gives him the opportunity to put
prior bad acts in evidence,

which is obviously
why he so readily agreed.

If he does that, he gives you
grounds for a mistrial.

Not if I've opened the door.

I've gotta be very careful, Denny.

I could end up sinking myself here,

which, I have a feeling,
he knows all too well.

Maybe we should just rest.
His case is thin.

But possibly enough.

And if I lose, never mind jail.

These are felony charges.
My law career would be over.

And that never used to bother me.

Well, it bothers you because as
you get older, your priorities change.

You begin to realize…

what really matters… money.

I've never seen you look so nervous.

Well, except for night terrors and the clowns

and the girl and the word salad.

I've never kidded myself.
I've always known how it would end for me.

I'm just not ready for it yet.

But what you keep forgetting is,
at the end of the day,

you always have me.

I'm into rock climbing,
competitive biking.

I want a woman who can keep up
with me both physically

as well as intellectually
and who is also incredibly hot.

That's who I am.

I've given it some thought,
and you're right.

There's no romantic future between us,
I value our friendship.

I don't want to screw that up.

So if you're okay with going back
to the way things were, so am I.

Just friends?

Just friends.

Conspiracy to aid a defendant
to avoid prosecution.

Isn't that a defense lawyer's job?

Within the bounds of the law.

Okay, but certainly,
if I were to advise a client,

do not tell the police the truth,
that would be okay?

But if you advised him to lie,
it would not.

And you took it a step further.

You advised your client to jump bail,
to flee the jurisdiction.

No, I told him it was his only option.

Same thing.

No, but come on,

if the client comes to me and says,

“Gee, as I look at things,”

“it seems my only real shot
at avoiding prison is to run,”

and it happens to be true, I have
a legal obligation to lie to my client,
to disagree?

No, but…

And yet if I agree, I've committed a crime?

If that agreement can be construed
as advising him to flee, yes, it's a crime,

and by the way, your client didn't
come to you and lay it all out.

You laid it out to him,
which crosses the line.

I expressly told him I was not
allowed to advise him to flee.

While conveying to him all the while
that that is exactly what he should do.

But I'm a kidder. You know that.

I offered you $10,000 to drop this, did I not?

Yes, as either a transparent attempt to entrap me

or a demented plan to have me recused.

The point is, you didn't take me seriously.

But you claim I was serious
with Mr Mkeba.

You seem to know this beyond
all reasonable doubt, in fact,

which, given you weren't even there…

Do you think that you're fooling anybody?

Do you, Mr Kupfer?
This is a personal grudge.

No, it isn't. However much I…

It's becoming jibber-jabber.

Did you not say in judge Thompson's
courtroom two weeks ago

that you would like to see me suffer?

No.

You said your only fear was
that someone would stab me

before you would get
the chance to take me down.

Is it your testimony to this jury
that you do not hold a grudge against me?

It's my testimony that
that grudge is not in play.

It's not in play?

No, it is not.

Admittedly, I do not like you.

It makes me happy
to be prosecuting you…

You despise me.

All right.

Tell us why.

Oh, you would love
for me to tell you why.

That would be grounds for a mistrial. No.

My grudge makes this prosecution
a little more thrilling,

but you're on trial
because you broke the law.

Objection. Calls for a legal ruling.

Sustained.

You advised a client accused
of attempted murder to flee.

That's a crime.

Objection.

Sustained.

Perhaps you'd like to take the stand now,

put your character in issue?

My client trusted me to tell him the truth,
which trust I honored.

That's my character, Mr Kupfer.

Well, they calendared the meeting
for later on this afternoon.

No, I know it's bogus.

But I could be there
in about a half-hour.

I love it when he goes to court.

No doctor or medical professional
has ever linked his diabetes

to L'il Jimmey's snack cakes.

And even if they could, so what?

All the information Mr Mickle
needed to make

his informed dietary decision
was right there on the label.

My God, when are people going
to start taking responsibility?

This man snorted down three boxes a day,

not to mention the soft drinks
and the potato chips.

The only exercise he got was reaching
for the cookie jar, and he wants to blame us?

Then what? We outlaw desserts altogether,

we criminalize the cupcake

because people cannot be expected
to eat in moderation?

It's ridiculous.

Mr Mickle wants to be able to snack and sue.

He wants to have his cake and eat it,
too, and enough is enough.

That's one word this plaintiff
can't seem to appreciate…

“Enough”.

“Yellow dye tartrazine,”
which is a coal tar derivative,

“Blue dye triphenylmethane,”
which is a petroleum based product.

“Red dye carminic acid,” which is derived
from the carcasses of the cochineal beetle.

I'm sorry. Did you say… the cochineal beetle?

Carcasses, that's right.

“Partially hydrogenated vegetable
or animal shortening,”

Which is beef fat, pork gelatin,

which is made from boiled bones,
tendons and skin of pigs.

Uh, so far, we're up to motor oil,
bugs, road tar and pig bones.

So far she hasn't named a thing

that isn't in the majority
of cookies and snack cakes.

And isn't that scary?

No, what's scary is that
we're being singled out.

Yes, it has us all terrified.
May I continue?

“Bleached white flour”…

the common ingredient used
to bleach flour is chloride oxide,

the use of which has been linked
to destruction of the pancreas

and a form of type 2 diabetes.

And finally, the biggie,
“high-fructose corn syrup”.

This product does not metabolize
as a normal sugar in the body,

and it prevents a certain hormone, leptin,
from reaching the brain.

This hormone normally sends
a signal to the brain that

your stomach is full
and tells you to stop eating,

but whenever you eat anything
with high-fructose corn syrup,

your brain thinks it's not full, and so
you keep eating and eating and eating.

This product, like many dessert cakes,

is addictive and causes diabetes,
and that is what this lawsuit will show.

As for defense counsel's remark
that the whole thing is ridiculous,

is it?

The rate of diabetes has increased
80% in the last decade.

Nearly 21 million Americans have diabetes.

One in three children
will get it in their lifetime.

I just want to say that again,
one in three children.

These companies are corporate drug dealers

their products are killing our children.

Objection. This is beyond inflammatory.

Is it? One in three children?

You market to children.

At least tobacco companies say on the
packages that cigarettes can kill you.

And you have the temerity to accuse
my client of not taking responsibility?

He effectively counseled his client
to skip trial and run.

Now he prefaced this by saying

he was not legally permitted
to give such advice, but come on.

He gave it all the same.
And the client did, in fact, flee.

Now do I have a grudge
against the defendant?

Yes, I do.

But as I said in that witness chair,

we are not here today
because of my hard feelings.

We are here because
Alan Shore broke the law…

A law he is not above,

a law that the 12 of you…

took an oath to uphold.

Denny.

It's the closing.

This would be the time to talk.

Pregnant pause, man.

Who the hell are we kidding?

Defense attorneys make their living

helping their clients get away with murder.

We put rapists back on the street,
knowing they're gonna rape again.

Let's not pretend we don't aid and abet crime.

The key is, make sure we cover our asses.

Attorneys do that better than anybody.

Now, uh, Alan Shore covered his.

He knew he couldn't legally
advise Mr Mkeba to run,

and he expressly said
he couldn't give him such advice.

Did Mr Mkeba get the message
anyway? Sure. But technically,

Alan Shore didn't break the law.

Ass covered, over and out.

Not guilty. Simple as that.

Oh, and here's another thing…

about asses.

Not you. We'll get
to you in a second.

If you have too much success
against the DA's office, and…

and Alan Shore has had a lot,
especially against this sputz
—beats him every time!

Objection.

Sustained.

Mr Crane…

I'm sorry, your Honor.

Too much success, eventually,

you get a giant bull's eye
painted on your bottom.

Objection.

Sustained. Mr Crane!

I'm just trying to make
a point, your Honor.

Alan Shore was a target.

He's got a bigger bull's eye
on his ass than I have on mine,

and this man, Douglas Kupfer, is aiming for it.

Said he wanted to stab him.
That's subtle.

This is a vendetta.

He wants my client any way
he can get him.

That's the only reason we're here.
Over and out.

Reasonable doubt. You all know that.

Last name, Crane. First name, Denny.

Not guilty.

Over and out.

I've read the complaint.

I can see no detailed evidence which
would allow me to hold the defendant liable.

Nor can I conclude these charges
cannot be established during discovery.

The emerging research today
is increasingly indicating

that the major cause of disease and death

in the United States is our national food supply.

The defendant's motion to dismiss
is therefore denied.

We'll confer and set a trial date.
Adjourned.

You did it, Shirley.

So the fight's on?

The fight is on.

If you dismiss the claim
of your own accord,

we will agree to withdraw
our defamation suit.

How sweet.

We'll dismiss for a number
with a lot of zeroes in it, Ms Marino,

otherwise, we have a trial.

I covet trials.

As do I.

I'm thinking class action.
We should start rounding up fatties.

What are your thoughts?

Edwin, my thought is,
let's get you back in the hospital.

That's a put down.

You're not stable yet, Edwin.

Unless you want your name to come
off the door permanently,
it's back in the hospital.

I'm not kidding.

Hey.

Hey.

What's up?

Nothing.

Just wandering.

You want this?

Sure.

You don't want it?

I've already had two.

Thanks.

I really liked what you said earlier,
and you could say it, because,

um, we can be honest with each other, you know,

the way… the way friends should be.

Cool.

It's funny, 'cause I've been talking
to some of my girlfriends, and um…

it turns out there's a lot
of different kinds of friends.

Like my friend Alyssa has a friend that, um,

she goes to museums with.

That's it. Just museums.

Do you want to go
to a museum with me?

No. God, no.

I have another friend, uh, Melanie…

she, uh… she has a friend, this guy,

and they have an understanding. It's, um…

it's called friends with benefits.

You've heard of it.

Uh, friends with benefits, yes.

But maybe it's not
what you're talking about.

Actually, you should just tell me.

Well, we would, um…

As friends do, help each other out when…

in need.

Need of?

Intercourse.

Which would be the…

Benefit.

I have never had
that kind of friend before.

But I have to admit,
I can imagine circumstances

where that would be beneficial.

Great.

Great.

So when do these benefits kick in?

Tonight too soon?

Ms Foreperson, has the jury reached
a unanimous verdict?

We have, your Honor.

What say you?

“On the matter of the Commonwealth
of Massachusetts vs Alan Shore,”

“we the jury find the defendant Alan Shore”

“not guilty of all charges”.

This concludes the jury's service
as well as this trial.

You are dismissed
with the thanks of this court.

Mr Shore, you are free to go.

Thank you.

What a nail biter.

Mr Shore, one day I hope
to speak at your funeral.

Thank you, Denny.

You pulled it out of…

well, your ass, I guess.

Scotch.

Indeed.

I was lucky. If Javert hadn't decided
to prosecute me himself…

Nah. The case was too thin.

The simple truth is,
you did cover yourself.

They never would've got you,
not beyond reasonable doubt.

I was lucky I had you.

Still undefeated. Never lost, never will.

It was a deft touch the underwear.

All's well that ends well.

Two years of jail time didn't exactly
end well for Mr Mkeba.

Well, he nearly beat a man to death.

He deserves to go to jail.
People need to take responsibility.

Hell, that's what you did, right?

No, in the end.

I didn't have to take responsibility
for my actions.

I'm drinking scotch on the balcony.

Hey, I bared myself in open court for you.

If you haven't got the decency
to celebrate your own victory,

celebrate mine, for God's sakes.

To triumph.

And to me…

King of the world.

Are we setting a bad example?

I shoot people.

I bribe them.

We drink.

Smoke.

I'm unfaithful.

Not to me.

Never to you.

We're not setting examples, Denny.

We're just being true to who we are.

Who are we?

Denny Crane.

Alan Shore.

Leaders of men.

With bull's eyes on our asses.