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Previously on “Boston Legal”…

What are you doing?

I will help you.

Now hand me the knife.

It's the toast. Bingo!

Asperger's Syndrome.

Bingo.

Jerry Espenson has been suffering
needlessly his entire life.

You'll get him help?

My word.

Admit that you're having
an emotional affair with me,

consider making it physical.

You have a wife who adores you,
and for her sake, if not your own,

you need to grow up.

I left my wife, Shirley.

Did you?

So what do you think?

Thank you for walking me to work.
Can I interest you in a cup of…?

I see you don't need coffee.

Ivan, I'm… I'm feeling a little exposed.

Wherever that is,
could you put my hand there?

Besides, it's not even seven.

No one else is even…

One question. Who was on top?

Me, her, me and then her.

A little early, aren't you, Denny?

I'm an early riser.

As I recall Shirley, so are you.

I was just desperate
to get out of your bed, Denny.

Toodles.

See me for lunch?

I'll pick you up.

Missy.

I…

How are you?

I hope you don't mind my coming here.

It's about Ivan.

Of course.

I know it's crazy, but…

I think Ivan is cheating.

Cheating? On you? His wife?

Part of me thinks it's so silly.

Oh, God!

So, he hasn't said anything to you.

Oh, of course not.

But you know my man of La Mancha.

He's a wanderer, Shirley,
and I just have this feeling
that his eye has wandered.

Would it be awfully horrible of me
to ask you to talk to him?

Oh, I'll talk to him.

Jerry!

Brad! How are the kids?

I don't have any kids.

Great!

Jerry!

What a nice surprise!

Alan! A pleasure.
What did you have for breakfast?

Umm, English muffin.

I see your behavior modification is going well.

Oh, it is.

I've been working very hard
to deal with my Asperger's syndrome.

I've been learning to connect to people,
to make eye contact, to shake hands,

to show an interest in them
even if I have none.

A skill I never mastered.

What brings you by, Jerry?

Well, I'm a solo practitioner now,
mostly finance and bankruptcy,

but my behavioral therapist suggested that

I place myself in more
and varied social situations,

so that I might better practice
my new social skills.

So I got myself assigned
a trial from the courts.

Congratulations!

Only, now that I'm actually going
to try a case in a courtroom, it's, well…

Alan, I'm a wreck!

What's the case?

Attempted murder.

Jerry.

Yes, it's daunting,

but I know the Massachusetts
penal code backwards and forwards,

procedure, rules of evidence,
objectionable conduct.

Jerry, litigation is about
more than knowledge of the law.

It's about confidence, and strategy,
cheap theatrics…

Why don't I see if I can rearrange some things?

Perhaps if you permit,

I could join you as co-counsel?

Bingo!

I mean… that would be nice.

Three years ago,

I received my permanent resident card.

It allowed me to bring my son,
Dembe, over from Senegal.

He was here exactly one month,

enrolled at Boston Community College
to study engineering.

One night, a man approached him,
begging for a dollar.

Dembe pulled out his wallet,

and when he did,

the man shot him in the face,
took his wallet and ran.

He was caught, but the police used
an illegal search warrant,

so the case was dismissed.

The judge banged his gavel and that was it.

It's unimaginable.

Mr Mkeba is a bus driver.

Route 48 Jackson Square Station
via Green Street and Stonybrook Stations.

I drive the night shift.

I recently pulled over on Green Street,

opened my doors, and there he was.

The man who murdered my son 3 years ago.

He got on, paid his fare.

He was 6 inches from my face.

He didn't even notice me!

At the next stop, I pulled over

and it was as if my body took control of me.

I picked up the club I keep under my seat.

I walked down the aisle to him,

and I said, “You know me!”

And I began hitting him
as hard as I possibly could.

I couldn't stop pounding him.

It took four witnesses to pull him off.

I see.

I know what I did was wrong.

I know that.

But if I go to jail,

I worry about my family back in Senegal.

Oh…

Uh… I was just going for the 2 percent.

Ah, um…

A lot of milk choices these days.

Yeah.

Have we met?

Audrey Pugliese, paralegal transfer
from M&A.

I… put a brownie in here this morning
and now it's…

Oh, Denny probably took it.

You're kidding me?

No, he has some boundary issues.

Your best bet is to hide it in the crisper.

Thanks.

See ya.

See ya.

He's not supposed to be pacing, Alan.
The judge normally sits.

Some judges have their quirks,
Jerry. This is his.

He runs a very busy courtroom.

Ah, Mr Kupfer! Jerry, you're in luck.

Mr Kupfer is my favorite opposing counsel.

He's smart, eloquent, a pleasure to watch,

and every time I go up against him,
he obligingly loses.

You know, if the US really wanted
to torture detainees,

they could sentence them to be you for a day.

I imagine it's excruciating.

You have no idea.

Docket Number 4175, Commonwealth
of Massachusetts vs Ande Mkeba.

The charge is attempted murder.

How do you plead?

Uh, Jerry Espenson for the defendant.
We plead…

that is, um… not guilty… your honor.

By reason of temporary insanity.

Bail.

The Commonwealth seeks remand.

Your honor, the crime Mr Mkeba
is charged with committing was the result

of a unique and volatile confluence
of events that is unlikely to occur again.

I'm sorry, could you sit down, please?

I beg your pardon?

You're distracting not just to me,
but everyone, isn't he?

Jerry?

There is nothing in the constitution

that says the judge has to sit
on his ass all day, Mr Espenson.

Your honor, the defendant is a flight risk.
He has strong ties overseas.

The man can't afford a flight,

and the strong ties Mr Kupfer
refers to is Mr Mkeba's family,

who will starve if Mr Mkeba is not allowed
to continue driving his bus.

Oh, very well.

Bail is set at $50,000.

We'll have you out by the end of the day.

I just got overwhelmed.

Your first time can be emotional.

We'll try not to let it happen again.

I brought wine, cheese, and condoms.

I thought we'd picnic.

Missy came to my office today.

Oh, so just the wine and cheese.

She's fairly certain of two things.

One, that you're having an affair,

and two, that you're still married to her.

A slight technicality.

Look, Missy and I are done,
Shirl. I swear.

However, it is possible that
Missy and I were not on the same page

when I broke the news to her.

And what did your page say?

Missy, our marriage is over.
I see now that we've made a mistake.

I think it's time to admit it and move on
and seek our happiness elsewhere.

And what page is Missy on?

Don't wait up. I'm going out with the guys.

I should have known, Ivan. I know you.

You laid the oldest line
in the married man's playbook on me,

and I swallowed it.

Look, Shirl, if you want to stab me
with your letter opener right now,

that's how I'd prefer to go anyway.

But know that I am going to tell her.
It's just not that easy.

Ivan, tell her.

And then…

There is no then, Ivan.
We're only dealing in now.

Tell her.

He was driving the bus.

Made another stop or two.

Each time, he kept looking back at me.

Then he put on the emergency lights
and pulled over.

I thought there was
something wrong with the bus,

but then he… he… he stands up,
gets right in my face

and starts to beat the crap out of me
for no reason.

Did he say anything to you?

He said something like, “You killed my son”.
Something like that.

I… I don't know what the hell
he's talking about.

And, uh… how did the defendant
appear to you at this time?

Like he totally knew
what he was doing.

Come on, he parked the bus,

looked me right in the eye
and tried to kill me.

Thank you. Nothing further.

Jerry, it's your witness.

You take this one.
I'll do the next one.

This one's yours, Jerry.
You prepared for this.

You are ready to stand up.
You can do this.

Counselors.

The suspense is killing me.

Mr Armus, you just testified
you didn't know what my client meant

when he accused you
of killing his son.

That's not entirely true, is it?

I don't know what you mean.

Let me be very clear, then.

You murdered Mr Mkeba's son, didn't you?

No.

Objection.

You shot him in the face
to steal his wallet.

Hey, I didn't do it.

Your Honor, all charges were dropped.

Mr Shore?

It goes to insanity, your Honor.

This man murdered Mr Mkeba's son
in cold blood.

Anyone can understand why a father
goes into an uncontrollable rage

when his son's murderer
steps onto his bus.

Counsel, approach.

Your Honor, Mr Shore knows full well
that the case against Mr Armus was thrown out…

Because of a faulty warrant,

and the incompetent twits
in your office couldn't fix it.

Children, enough.

Objection sustained.

And no more games, Mr Shore.

Step back.

I like your shoes.

Don't start, okay?

Mr Armus, when my client grabbed you,

how many people did it take
to pull him off?

Yeah, like five or six guys at least.

Five or six grown men
to pull one man off you.

He was beating the crap out of me.
He wouldn't stop.

As though he had completely lost control.

Yeah, that's righ—

I don't remember much after that.
I blacked out and they took me to the hospital.

Nothing further.

That was great.

I'll do the next one.

You will do the next one.

Hey, Audrey!

Hey, you!

God, I'm so glad I got out of M&A.

Criminal law is a lot more interesting.
There's so much more to learn.

Yeah, I like it.

Look, as a sort of welcome-to-the-department
type of thing,

would you like to grab some dinner?

Oh…

It's just that I know
this little Basque place

and they serve family-style
with long benches. It's a lot of fun.

I would love that.

I'll make a reservation for…

Eight?

Eight it is.

Great. Sounds perfect.
I'll meet you there.

And then afterwards, maybe we can
go back to my apartment.

That sounds like a plan.

We could review the penal code…

Great. And I'll show you my vagina.

You speak Italian, right?

Si. Parlo Italiano.

So let me ask you this.

In Italian, does the word…

Uh… vagina mean something else?

Something else?

You know.

Could it have some meaning
other than… you know?

Like, is it another term
for some sort of ancient seacraft?

I asked out Audrey…

The new paralegal?

I'm surprised. You're usually so sensitive
to all the rules around here.

Believe me, there was no sexual
harassment involved, at least on my part.

But on her part, somebody
not as cool as me could write her up.

What do you mean?

She said yes,

then she asked me if later
I wanted to see her…

Seacraft.

Uh huh.

As a friend, who's also a girl,
I would really like to know.

Would you ever say anything like that?

Probably not.

That's what I thought your answer would be.

But I still like her.

Brad, what Audrey said is a little odd,

but if you really like her,
it's not a deal-breaker.

It's just a word.

So… anchors away.

Missy…

I spoke with Ivan
and he told me everything.

I don't know what to say.

You don't have to say anything,

except maybe “you're welcome!”,
because I owe you a super huge thank you!

You do?

After I spoke with you, I spoke with Ivan.

It turns out, I was just being a nervous bride.

He's not having an affair.

Ivan reassured me that everything is fine.

Of course he did.

The thing is, I have a tiny confession
to make. I know I shouldn't,

but I still have a squinch of a doubt
when it comes to Ivan's fidelity.

I just don't want to doubt him
for the rest of my life.

You have such a clear mind.
What should I do?

I think I may have an answer.

Now, Mr Mkeba,

how did you feel when you were
beating him with the club?

No, you don't want to say that.

So then I'll say, “How did you feel
during this… during this”.

And, uh… that will elicit testimony that
he wasn't in control of his emotions

and he couldn't determine
right from wrong,

and therefore, not guilty by reason
of temporary insanity. Bingo!

Oh, sorry.

Only allowed eight ‘Bingos’ a day.

You're well under your quota.

It's always good to have a few
spare ‘Bingos’ in your back pocket.

I felt a little stiff.

Well, fortunately, a courtroom
is a rather formal place.

The jury won't expect you
to be loose and casual.

Good.

Jerry, keep in mind that when
you're questioning the witness,

you are in charge of what you're doing.

If you need to take a moment
to gather your thoughts,

take the moment.

Don't ever feel rushed.

Okay.

Good morning, Mr Mkeba.

Mr Mkeba, where are you from?

Senegal.

Senegal. Right.

He may say the city
that he comes from, too.

But whatever he says, I can deal with it.

A post-nup?

My idea. I'm clever.

She gets my cigarette boat.

Only if you cheat.

My box at symphony, my season
tickets to the Crimson games.

I went to Harvard. Does she
look like she went to Harvard?

No, but with 80 percent
of your net worth,

she'll be able to make
a sizeable endowment.

Who knows? Maybe they'll rename
the Ivan Tiggs Theater

The “Ivan Tiggs Can't Keep It
In His Pants Theater” has a nice ring to it.

My golf membership.
My custom-made suits.

So basically, if I screw around,
she gets my life.

Not your whole life.

Just the parts you love.

So what do you love, Ivan?

Maybe you should give it some thought.

She keeps saying it.

Excuse me?

Audrey.

We went out on Friday,
again on Saturday.

We spent all Sunday morning together.

We're supposed to see each other tonight.
And we're… you know…

Having sex?

Yes. It's great.

Really great.

But she keeps saying that word… a lot.

As in…

As in, oh boy!

My “that” really feels good.

Or wow, you sure know
your way around my “that”.

At first, I thought,
“Maybe she just likes to talk dirty”.

Maybe this is a lead-in
for something else.

But there is no something else.

It's just “that”, again,
and again, and again.

Hmm…

I think I need to end it.

No matter how angry the rest
of the world is with the United States,

it's still the place to come
for hope and opportunity.

But no one told me this could happen.

My boy was here exactly one month,

and he was gunned down,

killed like an animal by another animal.
That man, Armus.

Objection.

Sustained.

Okey dokey.

Now, Mr Mkeba,

take us to the day of the incident.

I stopped my bus,
and he came on board.

This man who was guilty
of killing my son.

Well, of course, he wasn't
actually found guilty.

Umm, the case was thrown out.

Umm, let's move on.

Okay. What happened as…

when… what happened next, exactly?

When I saw him,

I froze.

My heart began to pound.

And I couldn't breathe.

And then I realized
what was happening.

God had sent me this gift.

It was a sign from God Himself.

“A sign from God…”

And then I let God take over.

“God took over…”

He… I… whatever you will call it

began hitting Armus over and over,
beating him.

No, well, uh, first you pulled over

and got your club that you always
keep under your seat,
and then you started beating him.

Jerry…

I don't know. I…

No… You explained to us the other day
exactly how you recognized him,

and then you pulled the bus over,
and then you grabbed the club.

Your Honor, may I confer with my colleague?

No, I'm sorry, but if he perjures himself
on top of these other charges…

Jerry!

It will be much worse, because,
in fact, Mr Mkeba was only

attacking Armus in revenge for
what Armus did to his son.

Oh, no. Not revenge! Oh.

I did not mean to say “revenge”.

Your Honor, I would like a brief recess
to confer with co-counsel.

Huh. No kidding.

Well, it is late.

Let us reconvene tomorrow.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Jerry!

I blow it.

My first trial and I blow it.

It was as if I could see the wrong words
coming out of my mouth,

but then they were out
and I couldn't bring them back in.

Jerry, the thing to remember is,
that a trial is a process.

The jury's decision
almost never hinges on just one thing.

I said our client took revenge
on the victim!

And you shouldn't have, but you did.

Oh, God!

And we'll just have to deal with it.

How?

I don't know yet, Jerry,

but I do know this.
The trial's not over.

Have you ever been involved
in a case that was going this badly?

I'll be very frank with you.

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

Mr Espenson made a very big mistake,
didn't he?

He did.

Not only did Jerry make
an unfavorable impression on the jury,

but his statement that you attacked
Mr Armus for revenge

is something from which
we cannot recover.

That bell cannot be unrung.

You may pick the metaphor of your choice,
but in any event, we will lose.

So what do we do now?

I'm afraid we can't do anything.

But, you could do something.

You could run.

Mr Mkeba.

Whatever it was that caused you
to uproot yourself and your son

to start a whole new life far away
from the rest of your family.

Whatever it was that caused you to do that,

how does it compare with spending
most of the rest of your life in jail?

So, you are telling me to flee?

As a member of the Massachusetts bar,
I could never advise you to do that.

But I can advise that if you appear
in court tomorrow morning,

you will most certainly be found guilty,
and they will take you away immediately.

Mr Mkeba,

I'm sorry,

but a legal victory in this case
is no longer possible.

The best that you can hope for
is to avoid another injustice.

When you and I first got together,
my mother said,

“Missy, my baby cat, he's had five wives
before you, which puts him on ding!”

Fifth floor, “Philanderer Department”.

But I reminded her that you and I met at church,

where we both left the crooked path
to follow our saviour.

Amen.

Only those seeds of doubt
were planted in my mind

and the only thing that brought me peace
was when Shirley suggested the post-nup.

Bless her soul,

but as you can see, sweetheart,

the solution is no solution at all.

It's simply created strife between us.

Yes, now I can see that.

I'm glad.

And I have a solution.

Which is?

The only way to dive in and cast
our lots together is to do just that.

I'm going to draw up a post-nup
of my own, Ivan Tiggs.

I'm… not following.

And it'll go like this.

I, Missy Tiggs, hereby pledge to you
everything dear to me.

My fully autographed album cover
of the original cast of “A Chorus Line,”

my piece of the barricade that
accidentally broke off during Les Mis,

and my limited edition Phantom mask.

Of course, materially, my possessions
cannot begin to compete with yours, Ivan,

but they are everything
I hold dear to my heart.

That is, everything that isn't you.

We live in such a horrible
jaded world these days.

No one at all believes
in the happy ending anymore.

But a big part of me believes
that love can be forever.

That's why I love musicals.

That's why I love you.

I can't imagine ever breaking your heart.

And I think that if you broke my heart,

my life would be over.

But you would never do that to me,
would you, Ivan?

Not in a million years.

Hi!

Audrey.

Are we still on for a late dinner?

Hey, listen, about that.
I got slammed this afternoon.

I gotta file this motion tomorrow morning.

I don't think it's going to happen tonight.

Oh, that's okay.
We can reschedule, maybe tomorrow.

Tomorrow, I've got basketball, and then
my parents are visiting for the weekend.

I'll tell you what, I'll call you next week.

We're going set something up for next weekend.

No, we're not, are we?

No, we're not.

Can I ask what happened?

You keep using the “V” word,
and it creeps me out.

You mean “vagin…?”

Yes, yes.

What is it that you don't like exactly?

The word or the item?

I love the item.
I can't get enough of the item.

It's just the word.
It sounds kind of clinical.

You don't hear it very often
outside the classroom.

I can't believe this.
You guys talk about your uh…

equipment all the time.

Okay. First of all, I don't.

And second of all, we have
many clever names for it.

Exactly. You have, like,
four thousand names for it!

But, God forbid, I say ”vagina“, and…

Did… did you just flinch?

No!

Fine.

You don't have to go out with me.

Grow up!

You're the one who said it!

Well, your Honor, this may be
an all-time low, even for Mr Shore…

Your Honor, our client is missing.

We should be worrying about his safety,

not constructing wild theories
about his disappearance.

Oh, please. You knew you were losing,
you told him to run and he ran.

At the risk of forfeiting the bail we posted?

Don't be preposterous!

We had no reason whatsoever
to tell Mr Mkeba to run away.

The facts are on our side,
the jury loves me,

and they find Mr Espenson
quirky and endearing.

No, the only one with a motive to make
Mr Mkeba disappear is you, Mr Kupfer.

What have you done with him?

Your Honor…

Mr Kupfer,

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

Not yet.

Hmm, the police will continue
to search for Mr Mkeba,

an international warrant
will be issued for his arrest,

and until such time as Mr Mkeba shows up again,

this case is adjourned.

No, now everybody, just get out.

Perhaps you and I should go
look for him ourselves.

Wouldn't it be fun to ride
around Boston together?

We could pack sandwiches.

You know, Al, my only fear is that

somebody is gonna stab you
before I get a chance to take you down.

Odds are, you're right.

It's been a pleasure, Mr Kupfer.

How'bout them Celtics?

I can't break her heart, Shirl.

Sure you can. You do it all the time.

True.

Actually, I blame the system.
Why can't a man love two women at once?

Or ten or fifteen.

Ivan, let's not waste any more
of each other's time.

I knew this was over the moment
Missy skipped into my office last week.

And, while we're being honest,
at least I am,

while we were together, I knew eventually,
it would be… something.

No one ever really has Ivan Tiggs.

Also true.

You're still my best friend, though.

Am I yours?

I need to look at the way
I've been defining my friends.

For now, no.

Sure know how to break a guy's heart.

I can be cruel that way.

You do understand what signing
this document means, don't you?

I do.

Let's face it. None of us trusts me.

This way I won't come knocking
at your door unless I mean it.

Of course, if I sign it,

you and I are going to have
to be really careful.

Oh, that poor girl.

Hey, Audrey?

What do you want, Brad?

Listen, about before…

I kind of acted like a…

I know… the word.

Well, I can say it.

I wanted you to know, I get it.

It's probably just some male-female thing.

We men aren't used to women
discussing their anatomy so freely.

I'm sure women feel the same way
when men discuss their…

anatomy.

What I'm trying to say is, I would
really like to go out with you again.

I don't know why I reacted the way I did.

It's just a word, right?

Say it.

I'm thinking it.

All right.

Vagina!

They haven't found Mr Mkeba.

They'll let us know if they do.

I would never ask you directly if you had
anything to do with his going away.

That's because you're an excellent attorney, Jerry.

There's no doubt in my mind

that you could develop into a
first-rate criminal defender, Jerry,

but my hope is that you don't.

Even at your relatively mature age,

you're… still innocent.

Except for when I held a knife
to Shirley's throat.

Other than that.

There's a reason Shakespeare,
and many after him, said,

“First, kill all the lawyers”.

They're talking about people like me, Jerry.

Not you.

I am excellent at banking and finance.

You are indeed.

Thank you, Alan.

It's been a pleasure,
and enjoy the rest of your day.

Goodbye, Jerry.

Thank you, Shirley, for everything.

Oh, it was a pleasure.

Ivan, always good doing business with you.

Yes, it is.

So, honey, shall we go?

You go on ahead.
I'll be there in a minute.

I want to thank you, Shirley.

It… it was nothing.

No, it was everything.

When I came to you, I did it because
I knew you were a woman of principle.

And you didn't let me down.
You did the right thing.

And now, from this day forward,

I know my Ivan won't cheat on me…

with anyone.

Nothing worse than
having your heart crushed

and your pride stung
all in the same day.

My God, we have the fastest
water cooler in town.

I feel like such a fool.

Ah, forget it.

If anybody knows anything about
being a fool, it's Denny Crane.

My advice? Get some mortar and brick
and wall it up.

Does that mean you're back on the market?

Denny, as far as you're concerned,
I'm always on the market.

You see?

That's how you get us, all of us men,
even Denny Crane.

We know we don't deserve Shirley Schmidt,

but just the possibility
is enough to sustain us.

You are a dear, sweet man.

And I have something else
that might sustain you.

Denny Crane!

I hear you misplaced a client.

Not really.

Like car keys and sunglasses,
he'll show up somewhere.

I misplaced a client once.

Did they ever find him?

No, I made sure to ship him off
to some country with no extradition.

A practically deserted island off
of South America.

He sends me Felice Cupleanos cards
once a year.

That's thoughtful.

Yeah.

Sounds like paradise,
actually living on an island.

A much simpler life.

Especially if it's an island where
the natives run around on the beach

with their boobies hanging out.

Yes.

But I was thinking on a much more elemental level.

A place where my biggest concern
would be carrying water on my shoulders

or where the simple act of thatching a roof
would dissipate the voices in my head.

And the hardest choice you have to make is

what you're going to have for lunch.

What did you have for lunch today?

Flounder. You?

Steak sandwich, onion rings.

Alan, you know, one thing you sometimes forget

is no matter how hard your day,
no matter how tough your choices,

how complex your ethical decisions,

you always get to choose
what you want for lunch.

Daily, I am amazed at your
inexhaustible ability to just live.

It's either that or die.