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NARRATOR:
Previously on Boston Legal...

I always fantasize about my murder trial.

I think next time,
I'll leave little clues.

-What do you mean next time?
-Hey, listen.

I think you remember Reverend Diddum.

Well, it turns out
the Reverend is also a lawyer.

I've decided to let him handle my divorce.

Instead of targeting the ex-husband,
we go after the Reverend.

-The Reverend?
-Three sexual harassment complaints.

-The man has a weakness.
-What exactly did he say about killing?

It makes him feel godly.

It was very empowering, taking a life.

That's not something
we can arrest him for.

(upbeat music playing)

(percussive music playing)

-We need to talk, Alan.
-ALAN: No, we don't.

You've re-fallen for a former boyfriend.

You've decided to go back to him,
so be it.

I would like to talk about it.

Why?

To put a tidy little bow on it
in celebration of the friendship?

We're breaking up, Tara.

Let's not turn it into a hallmark moment.

The root of our relationship
was a friendship.

That was perhaps your root.

For me, it's the little things.

Sharing a glass of wine
as we do the crossword,

early morning coffee,
listening to books on tape...

while I teethe on your left breast.

Tara.

(doorknob clicks)

Sorry.

I have little doubt you're doing
what's best for you.

I decided not to go back to him.

Then what is it we're not talking about?

As much as... it might not be him,

I suppose he made me realize
that it isn't you either.

As much as I love you and...

I do very much...

I need to move on.

I suppose it's better than moving in.

I really believe if a woman
is going to move on,

she should be required to move away.

(muffled) A woman once left me
because the way I grunted during sex

reminded her of her pot-bellied pig.

You grunt like a pig during sex?

Hmm. And when I fell asleep after,

she said I snored like her pig too.
You just can't win.

Relationships end
for all sorts of reasons.

The only thing you can do is go fishing.

Cancel the rest of your week, Alan.

I'm taking you to Nimmo Bay.

Don't be ridiculous.

This is not a meaningful life!

Practicing law, drinking scotch
at nine o'clock in the morning.

Well, maybe the scotch is meaningful.

But practicing law, making money

settling petty disputes.

Life... is in British Columbia

in the Great Bear Rainforest.

God is out there, Alan.

God likes to fish?

We need to go to the woods
and touch ourselves,

get in touch with ourselves.

Man can only truly bond in the woods.

Come on, Alan.

Let's go fishing.

(light bluegrass music playing)

(theme music playing)

("Oh, Canada" by Five Iron Frenzy playing)

(engine rumbling)

ALAN: I'm not a good flyer,
especially helicopters.

I don't understand the aerodynamics.

And I'm feeling quite inclined to vomit.

There's fish down there, man.

(Alan groans)

In that case...

Coming up to it. Look there.

The Night Explorer.

There it is, Nimmo Bay!

ALAN: They're surrendering.

Do they think we're attacking?

That's how they welcome the guests.

(groaning)

Denny, this may not be the time
but I hate nature.

(upbeat rock music playing)

Mrs. Piper?

Detective Stephenson. Remember me?

No.

Is there some place we can talk?

After you came to see us,

we decided to put a tracking device
on Bernard Ferrion's car.

He hasn't used it for a week.

We knocked on his door,
talked to neighbors.

Nobody's seen him.

We entered his house, looked around.
Seems he's vanished.

Really?

Gee.

When was the last time you saw him?

About a week ago, I guess.

I had dinner at his house,
let's see, on Friday.

That's the last day anybody saw him.
What'd you talk about?

Well, if you must know,
I decided to end our friendship.

Maybe he went fishing.

I hear men do that.

And did he know that you tried
to turn him in?

No!

If you hear from him,
would you let us know?

Of course.

(sneaky music playing)

-I'm making progress.
-What progress?

Just get him compromised
and proceed directly to blackmail.

Do not pass "go."

First of all,
I am not about to blackmail.

In so many words.

And second, when I decide
to screw somebody

even figuratively, I still like foreplay.

Nice.

The man isn't stupid, Garrett.
I need to move slowly.

BOTH: Please, dear Father,

give us the serenity to find accord,

the compassion to find victory in fairness

and to remember
that despite our differences,

we remain one man under God.

-Amen.
-Amen.

Okay, we last left off
on vacation allowances.

I still have to deny that.

He was accustomed during the marriage to…

As a luxury.

I like that we start with a prayer.

Thank you for that.

You're a nice person.

Can we table the vacation
allowance for now

and get back to health insurance?

Sure.

Give me a sec to just run these numbers.

(sneaky music playing)

(upbeat music playing)

GUIDE: Ten o'clock, two o'clock.

Ten o'clock, two o'clock.

ALAN: Make up your mind.
What time is it?

Forward cast stops at ten,
back cast at two.

You wanna let the rod do the work.

ALAN: When will it finally be my turn?

You guides aren't very good at sharing.

(fishing line zips)

(distant ducks quacking)

Okay, it's not a fly swatter.

Where are all the fish?

Can't hit the river
till you learn to cast.

Look at you roughing it
in the great outdoors.

-GUIDE: Ten and two.
-ALAN: Stop with the time.

(percussive music playing)

-Hello, Catherine.
-Hello.

-May I help you?
-Well, I, uh...

I may have a situation.

Okay.

I had befriended a man,

Bernard Ferrion, a seemingly
benign little person

who had killed both
his mother and neighbor.

This firm represented him.

Alan got him off both times.

Are you aware of any of this?

Some.

Well, at his core,

I maintained Bernard was not evil,

which is, I suppose,
in part why I befriended him.

But I suddenly became convinced
he was evil and would kill again.

I went to the police and…

revealed some things
that may have been privileged.

I'm sorry about that.
But my conscience...

(sighs)

Anyway, the police said
little could be done,

which stunned me, of course.

Well, I became horrified, I suppose

at the prospect of… of Bernard
taking more human life.

And?

I killed him.

(quirky music playing)

What do you mean, you killed him?

I bludgeoned him with his own skillet.

And now, the police are asking questions
and I don't know what to do.

Catherine...

you killed a man?

Yes, dear.

If only your prolonged staring
could bring him back.

(quirky music playing)

She doesn't want us to go to the police.

She's not looking to turn herself in

so much as I guess she wants to be
prepared should she be arrested.

She killed one of our clients?

First, we have to make sure we don't have
some legal obligation to report it.

No, we don't.
Her confession to you is privileged.

What about our duty to Bernard Ferrion?
He was a client.

I'm not sure our duty there
would survive his death.

Hit him on the head with a skillet?

At a minimum,
it would be a public relations nightmare

if it got out that we knew
and said nothing.

I think we need to convince her
to confess to the police.

I don't think she has
any intention of doing that.

-Where's the body?
-Evidently, in his basement.

She just killed him?

Yes, Paul, she killed him.
He's dead. Can we move on?

Tara, is this woman insane?

-Clearly, she must be.
-She has to be fired.

No, that would be
an indirect violation of privilege.

-If that action could indirectly…
-She kills clients!

(Shirley hushing)

I think we need to convince her
to go to the police.

And if she refuses?

We lie to her.
Tell her the police are about to find out.

We can't lie to her, Paul.
She's a de facto client.

Doing nothing here could devastate
the moral integrity of this firm.

Where is Alan Shore?
He has a relationship with her.

-He's in Canada.
-Tara dumped him.

-Is he reachable?
-Apparently not.

Well, Shirley, you need to persuade
the woman to confess.

Even if it's to her legal detriment?

Yes!

Sometimes, the firm has to come first.

(percussive music playing)

DENNY: Nah, you can see them in there.

Look at the crystal-clear water.

-ALAN: My fly went right by his nose.
-DENNY: Eat it, you picky bastard.

Should I be concerned
that the guy brought a gun?

Well, you never know
when a grizzly'll wander out.

(water splashing)

Relax.

Just catch a fish, would you, please?

Unlike you, I didn't eat
back at the lodge.

Who cooks it, by the way?

It's catch and release.

What do you mean?

We let them go.

What do you mean, we let them go?

We just traveled 3,500 miles.

We don't get to eat them?

I brought you out here to expose you to…

The fish which I'm now told we can't eat.

Once you see one
and hold one in your hand...

Not that you will
'cause they're almost impossible to catch.

But I might if the gods favor me.

ALAN: Whoa, whoa, wait just a second.

Did you say I might not even get one?

It's called fishing, man, not catching.

No, no, no.
You haul me halfway across the world

to help me get over
my painful breakup with…

Tara.

And now, you're telling me
the fish are uncatchable?

By beginners!

I'll get one if you just shut up
and let me fish!

(Alan grunts)

-(Alan shouts)
-(frantic bluegrass music playing)

ALAN: Whoa! Oh! Fish on!

DENNY: Hey! He got one! Look at that!

-ALAN: What do I do?
-DENNY: You’ve got one on your line!

GUIDE: All right, tip up!
Don't lose your balance, man! Stand up!

You've got one on your line!
Don't horse it in!

(guide shouting indistinctly)

GUIDE: Fight him, man! Fight him!

SHIRLEY: The odds are,
Catherine, the police will find out.

It is our united feeling that the best way
to achieve the most leniency

is for you to go to the police
of your own accord

and tell them what happened.

You're lying, dear.

Why would I lie?

Because the worst thing
that can happen to this firm

is for it to become public that one
of your employees murdered a client,

and you sat on the information.

I may not be a lawyer

but it seems to me that if I confess,
it might make things easier for them.

Catherine, on the one hand

you tried to introduce
Bernard Ferrion to your faith

in the hopes of saving his soul.

But denying this man a funeral,

his opportunity to rest in peace with God,

that isn't in keeping with his salvation.

(tense music playing)

Did you commit this act
because he was evil

or because you are?

Because he was.

SHIRLEY: Then I would advise you,

do not let his final legacy
be the destruction of your moral

and spiritual character.

This firm will defend you.
I give you my word.

You will have this firm's full resources.

I want Alan Shore.

If I can get him back
to the charity of heart

-discount of six and a quarter…
-I couldn't sell it.

I have a hard time believing that, Sara.

You seem so incredibly...

compelling.

Surely you can move Denise a little.

Perhaps in the way...

you move me.

I'm afraid I'm going to have

to have another attorney
handle this matter.

-I beg your pardon?
-It's just divorce law isn't my specialty.

And I feel Denise’s interests
aren't best being served.

You're doing wonderful work here.
We're almost to the meeting of the minds.

It's not the meeting of the minds
that concerns me.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that.

-What did you mean by it?
-Nothing.

I apologize,
but I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

(sighs)

Okay.

I'm attracted to you.

I mean, I'm not.

I just think I am

which is to say I have a problem.

A problem?

Um...

I shouldn't be litigating… with clergy.

What do you mean?

This has to just be between us.
You can't tell your client.

-Should it ever get back to my client…
-No, I give you my word.

I, uh...

I have...

a clergy fetish.

(quirky music playing)

(smacks lips) Clergy fetish?

I've been secretly prolonging these
negotiations just to be close to you.

Perhaps I can help.

You need to leave.

-No, Sara…
-You need to go now, Reverend.

Just go.

-How did we do?
-He's ready to fall.

-GARRETT: When?
-He'll be back.

And I'll close it.

(epic music playing)

(door creaks)

SHIRLEY: I can't believe
I'm here doing this.

BRAD: We have to at least see the scene
before calling the police.

Why do they always put
the dead bodies in the basement?

So they can still entertain.

(eerie music playing)

Well, there's nothing down here.
Looks like she lied to us.

Look.

(eerie music intensifies)

Did she say he was in an icebox?

Nope.

-Open it.
-You open it.

-Why me?
-You're a man. Do the math.

Oh, no. I'm not opening it.

I still can't believe I'm even here.

I make over a million dollars a year,

and I'm in a basement
looking for a dead midget.

(eerie music intensifies)

(eerie music climaxes)

(Shirley gasps)

(eerie music continues playing)

(both screaming)

(cackling)

-Fish on!
-DENNY: Another one?

(Alan strains)

-What’s he got on?
-He's bigger than the last one.

ALAN: Look, Denny. Look.

-I see. I see.
-Keep your tip up.

Tip up. That's it.

Now, let him run.

ALAN: Oh, my God! I saw his mouth!

He had a smile, Denny.

He likes being caught.

Did you see how happy he looked?

Okay, gain some line on her.

Reel it in.

(cheerful bluegrass music playing)

GUIDE: Hold on.
Let me check your drag there.

The guide is bonding.

This is unbelievable, Denny.

You have no idea.

You really should try catching one.

Oh my God.

Oh, oh!

(indistinct chatter)

(distant sirens blaring)

(horrifying music playing)

You promised me Alan Shore.

You'll get him as soon as
he gets back from Canada.

Why can't you just call him?

Because he has his satellite phone
turned off.

You'll get him, Catherine. I promise.

In the meantime, an arraignment
is set for 9:00 a.m. tomorrow.

Between now and then,
do not talk to anybody.

And I realize, Catherine, that for you

this represents
the challenge of a lifetime.

We need to keep
all our defense options open

and for that to happen, you cannot talk.

(quirky music playing)

(upbeat music playing)

Excuse me. Is it unusual to catch
five cohos in one day?

I mean, while your fishing partner
catches none?

PETER: If you caught five,
I’d say you had a bit of luck.

Beginner's luck.

You're not competitive over
this sort of thing, are you, Denny?

Could you pass me the ashtray, please?

Ah, thank you.

I'd have reached for it myself but...

my shoulders are a bit sore
from all that reeling.

-How many did you catch?
-I didn't fish.

Ah, so that would put you about
even with Denny.

I'm sorry. Are you Denny Crane?

I am and I'm not your father.

I'm Peter Barrett.
I'm an attorney, actually.

And I'm a big admirer.

Fine. I'm still not your father.

You're a salmon fisher, Mr. Crane?

I catch them in my sleep.

That must be the only place
he catches them.

I see why Tara dumped you.

I'm about to.

There's no Tara. Don't be deceived.

(softly) Denny and I are lovers.

DENNY: I'm a heterosexual

and I catch salmon like one.

Well, you won't be catching them
for long, I'm afraid.

Wild Pacific salmon are being wiped out.

-DENNY: What are you talking about?
-PETER: Sea lice are killing them.

The weight of evidence points
toward the fish farms.

Fish farms?

PETER: The penned fish in the fish farms

host the lice which attach themselves

to the baby wild salmon
migrating past the pens,

and it's destroying them.

I’m actually here because I'm going
into court in Port McNeill tomorrow

to try to enjoin another
fish farm from going in.

Boy, would I love to go in
with the Denny Crane by my side.

You one of those environmental lawyers?

Is there something wrong with that?

They're evildoers.

DENNY: Yesterday, it's a tree.

Today, it's a salmon.

Tomorrow, it’s
“let’s not dig up Alaska for oil

"because it's too pretty."

Let me tell you something.

I came out here to enjoy nature.

Don't talk to me about the environment.

(quirky music playing)

All reality. None of it scripted.

Sara, I must tell you,
I too have felt a connection.

Maybe what you're feeling
isn't the product of a fetish so much

as two of God's children
desirous of coming together.

Take off your collar.

I'm sorry?

I wanna see you as a man for a second,
not as a minister.

Please, take it off.

(breathes deeply)

Now give it to me.

(sighs)

(sniffing)

Have you come
to make love to me, Reverend?

(whispering) Yes.

We need to settle the case first

at a number where I can't
possibly be accused of any...

conflict of interest.

Three hundred and ninety.

I can sell it to him.

Can we make love here?

I don't wanna go anywhere.
I-I just wanna do it right here.

It's what God wants.

Can I watch?

Reverend, Reverend, you little slut.

What's going on?

What's going on is
you selling out your client for sex.

It's what God wants.

GARRETT: I'm shocked.

This is what's going to happen.

You're going to tell your client
he'll get a check for $100,000.

He'll take it because it’s more
than he deserves.

Perhaps more than
he'll get if he goes to trial.

I'll report the both of you.

To who? Your church or mine?

Hundred grand.

Think on it. Pray on it.

Off you go now.

(quirky music playing)

ALAN: Oh, my God.

This book, A Stain Upon the Sea,
it's all about these sea lice.

Interesting.

They call them "cling-ons."

Did you say "Klingons"?

They really could wipe out salmon
if something isn't done.

They have to do something.

-Hmm.
-Hmm.

Hmm!

Don't you care?

What's the worst-case scenario?

They're extinct in 20 years or so?

I'm 72.

I'll be extinct in ten.
What do I care?

That would be humorous if so many people
didn't think exactly that way.

When does the male bonding part
come in on this trip?

I'm not into the Canadian weenie welding.

What scares you most in life, Denny?

(sighs)

I told you.

I got the mad cow,

and my penis only works on medication.

Yes. Besides that?

Dying?

I've died many times.

Can we talk about something
other than sex?

What about you? What scares you?

Being alone, I guess.

Don't get me wrong. I love solitude.

I like it best in relationships.

Well, it's gonna feel strange
not having Tara in my bed.

I've always had this feeling
and I've never shared it with anybody,

but I'm convinced in a past life,

I was murdered in my sleep.

You're a wacko.

I'm trying to be vulnerable here.

Could you toss me a bone?
Give me something?

I know what you're doing.

And I'm not sleeping with you.
Forget about it.

Turn off the light.

You're not getting my bone.

(soft bluegrass music playing)

(Denny sighs)

DENNY: Don't take this personally.

(Denny farts)

(Denny sighs in relief)

It keeps away the bad dreams.

ALAN: Understood.

Denny?

DENNY: Hmm?

ALAN: I'm really glad we did this.

DENNY: Me too.

(birds chirping)

(Denny snoring)

(comical music playing)

(comical music intensifies)

-(yells) What are you doing in my bed?
-I don't know!

What do you mean, you don't know?

I...

got scared.

I thought I heard a bear outside.

And then, I couldn't fall back asleep.

Turns out, I find pig sounds
rather soothing.

Plus, your snoring is so rhythmic.

I just...

laid down to calm myself.

(panting)

I'm sorry.

We slept together.

I won't tell. I promise.

(upbeat music playing)

One hundred thousand dollars
and we're done?

Yes.

May I ask why?

Well, basically, Rev. Diddum convinced me

that coming out of this financially richer

isn't worth it at the expense of my, uh...

well, dignity.

TIM: The truth is, Denise,
I can provide for myself.

And I will make that tour.

Having to go a little hungry
is perhaps exactly what I need.

If I inherit success,
I can never... earn it.

So this is, uh… this is what I'm doing.

Okay.

I admire that.

Reverend Diddum, I admit
I doubted your integrity. I'm sorry.

I accept your apology.

Well, upon execution
of the papers, I'll cut a check.

I guess we're done.

(percussive music playing)

What did you do?

We made a strong presentation
regarding the economics of a trial

balanced by the risk factor of his losing.

Then we made a compelling, principle-based
argument targeting character.

Ultimately, they were persuaded.

What did you do?

(comical music playing)

(water gurgling)

(yells) Hey, Denny!

You might wanna speed up your retrieve!

Oh, shut up.

(grunting)

Bite it.

DENNY: It's right in front of your mouth.

(yells) Eat it!

(muttering) You miserable bastard.

This one came in quickly.

Maybe word got out I don't eat them.

ALAN: I must be up to 15 by now.

Not that I'm counting.
Denny certainly isn't.

-Picture?
-Why not?

It couldn't be closer to your mouth.

GUIDE: Oh, it's a steelhead.
You got a steelhead.

ALAN: Each more beautiful than the next.

GUIDE: Don't squeeze him too tight.

You miserable bastard!

God, these things are strong.

They really are extraordinarily
beautiful creatures.

(gunshot fires)

(epic music playing)

Got one!

Catherine, we have to offer some defense.

Look at me, dear. I'm old.

Older than you, even.

I'm not gonna go out of this world
making excuses.

I don't know what
your impression of prison is

but it's not the kind of place
where you can sit around

and knit Afghans for a few months
and sell them afterwards.

You are up on murder charges.

He was gonna kill again.

The police wouldn't do anything.

He had a look in his eye that he might
even whack me if I crossed him.

Well, I wasn't gonna wait for that.

CATHERINE: I tried to introduce
the little weasel to God.

Well, now he can...

meet him up close,
face to face.

(quirky music playing)

Can I fish yet?

No, you still have a timeout.
You just sit there.

As you said yourself, Denny

these fish are positively majestic,
sacred even.

And you shot one.

-Sometimes, I get competitive.
-Really?

You've upset the guide.

I'll tell you this, Denny.

I see it now how this kind of nature
can renew you spiritually.

I really see it.

ALAN: I'll tell you something else.

In our day jobs, we're lawyers
and we're good ones.

-What's your point?
-My point is,

given this, given those salmon,

there's a hearing going on
in Port McNeill.

(soft music playing)

We need to go be lawyers now.

(upbeat music playing)

Your first logistical
obstacle is the robes.

Canadian lawyers appear in black robes.

ALAN: We should be able to borrow them.

If all else fails, we can stop
at a costume shop.

-What else?
-TARA: The judges are called "Milord."

Not "Your Honor" but "Milord."
It's a lot like in England.

What time is the motion?

According to the docket, 11:00 a.m.
How far away are you?

Twenty minutes.

TARA: Well, you'll probably
join in progress then.

Good luck.

And Alan...

(whispers) I miss you.

Case number 932612.

WOMAN 1: Commonwealth of Massachusetts
versus Catherine Piper

on the charge of murder
in the first degree.

SHIRLEY: Shirley Schmidt
for the defendant, Your Honor.

We'll waive reading
and enter a plea of not guilty.

I'd also like to enter the appearance
of Alan Shore.

Question of bail.

My client has no criminal record,
Your Honor, dating back to the 1800s.

She has strong roots in her community.
There is no flight risk…

Personal recognizance for a homicide case…

Usually wouldn't apply.

But my client may have
special medical needs

due to her incredibly advanced years

and the criminal act in question here

involves one lone incident
of self-defense.

-Excuse me. You're pleading self-defense?
-We are.

The defense will stipulate to the fact

that she caused Bernard Ferrion
to cease living.

SHIRLEY:
We will stipulate to cause of death.

The only issue before this court
will be justification.

Hence, we move for a speedy
and immediate trial

citing, once again,
my client's advanced years.

(sighs)

Miss Murrow?

We have no problem with a speedy trial.

JUDGE HARRY: Bail is set at 300,000.

We'll conference to set up a trial date.

The affirmative defense
of self-defense is so noted.

Mrs. Piper, you choose
to address the court?

No.

I just… Is it possible to request
the Robert Blake jury?

(comical music playing)

(upbeat music playing)

GEORGE:
There's just no scientific evidence

the sea lice are causing
the death of wild salmon.

That is ridiculous.

Sea lice wiped out
the salmon stock in Norway,

they wiped out the stock in Scotland.

All we're saying is let's wait
and do the research…

Wait? How much longer can we wait?

GEORGE: This is a vendetta
against the farmed fish.

There's no such thing.
We have no issue with farmed fish

as long as they can raise their stock
in an environmentally sustainable manner

and not host millions of sea lice.

Closed containment systems
have been shown to work.

JUDGE O'BYRNE: Okay, gentleman,
I've heard your arguments.

I have your briefs.

I’ll review the matter
as well as the science.

("Hail to the Chief" playing)

Greetings, oh, Canada. Denny Crane.

Good morning, Milord.

My name is Alan Shore,

and Mr. Crane and I are attorneys
from the Commonwealth of Massachusetts.

We seek permission to be heard
on this issue as friends of the court.

JUDGE O'BYRNE:
Mr. Shore, we don't wear wigs in Canada.

Oh.

Nor do we wear waders.

Milord, we've just spent the last two days

in your rivers, in your countryside.

It is the most spectacular nature
I have ever seen.

And the fish, they are enough to make
one believe in a higher power.

Yes. How many of the higher power's
creations did you torture?

Fifteen. Denny didn't catch any.

I get your implication, Judge,

and I acknowledge
the hypocrisy of the fisherman

pleading for the survival of a species

only so that he'll be able to continue
dragging them to shore

by the lip in perpetuity.

But causing a fish discomfiture

and causing it to become extinct
are two very different things.

And when talking about the Pacific salmon,

this is a species that goes back
to the ice age.

One that is born on a river,

migrates up to 2,000 miles in the sea,

then returns to the very place of birth
to spawn,

against enormous, miraculous odds,

bringing nutrients on its journey
to sustain the bald eagles,

the grizzly bears, the wolves,
even the rainforests themselves.

An entire coastal ecosystem
depends on them.

If Charlotte the spider
were still alive today

she'd be writing in her web, "some fish."

JUDGE O'BYRNE: Yes, well, forgive me,

but I find it insulting to be lectured
by an American on the environment.

Watch it, Judge. We're a superpower.

Don't make us add you to the axis.

ALAN: Being from the United States,
I have an expertise on the issue.

Do you?

Yes. Remember, we're the country

that's practically wiped
the grizzly bear off our maps.

We got rid of bull trout.

To see a Florida panther,
you have to go to a hockey game.

We seek to count hatchery salmon
as wild so the numbers go up,

and we can take the actual wild salmon
off the endangered species list.

Almost 100 different bird
and animal species

have gone extinct in the last 30 years

while our national policy remains,
"it's not a priority."

I know all about economic interests
trumping the environment.

And truthfully, if we were talking about
the Virgin Island screech owl

or the Fresno kangaroo, I might not care.

But this is the Pacific salmon.

The sea lice are killing them.

Once they're gone, judge,
my God, they're gone.

Oh, yes.

Mindful that abroad people tend
to expect shock and awe

when Yankees arrive on the scene

we shall leave you with two small
but lasting words.

Denny Crane, eh?

(comical music playing)

(upbeat music playing)

Next week?

Well, assuming she passes
the psychiatric test

and is deemed competent for trial.

How can you get to a murder
trial in a week?

Well, there are no facts in dispute.
It comes down to justification only.

Paul, we can't let this case drag on.

The more it lives,
the more our reputation is…

Shirley, we cannot compromise
the woman's defense

just as quickly sweep it under the carpet…

Paul, we persuaded her to confess,
for God's sake!

Now you're worried about compromising her?

It was in her best interest
to come forward.

-Oh, right. I forgot.
-(elevator dings)

We look better than we smell.

(comical music playing)

Shirley looked at us kind of funny.

Do you think she knows
that we slept together?

She might.

You still have that glow.

Quite a trip.

I shot my first steelhead.

Thank you, Denny.

You took my mind off Tara.

Took me to a new land.

Most of all… (inhaling deeply)

…took me to a new place.

What do you mean?

You've occasioned a...

cynical, material urban man
to feel passion...

for a fish.

DENNY: Hmm.

(soft bluegrass music playing)

I think Canada liked us.

How could they not?

(Alan giggling)

I think we make quite a team,
I can tell you that.

Yes, we do.

DENNY: We're good on the road.

ALAN: Indeed.

NARRATOR: Next on Boston Legal.

How do you feel about gun control?

For communists.

What about banning assault weapons
in the private sector?

-(scoffs)
-You okay?

Tara quit.

-She quit the firm?
-She quit me, actually.

By banning assault weapons
in the private sector

the military and the police
would lose their guns?

And their dominoes.
It's a whole theory. (imitates gunshot)

Alan, do you have the necessary
focus to try this case?

-I do.
-We the jury find the defendant...

-Is it so much to remember?
-(shushes)

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