All language subtitles for Boston.Legal.S02E11.2005.Disney+.WEB-DL.1080p.H264.DDP-HDCTV_track6_[eng]

ALAN: Previously on Boston Legal…

Do we have anybody in corporate

who understands this credit card world?
Somebody…

-Hands.
-Sorry?

Hands Espenson,
banking and finance genius.

Only don't call him "Hands."

ALAN: Why would I?

Bingo!

Why doesn't he move his hands?

-Bingo.
-You making fun of me?

Should we be married
and sensible and go home

and do whatever men do at home?

I have nothing against marriage.

I've done it five times.

But here's the thing about wives.

They don't let you play with your friends.

I'll take a friend over a wife,
every time.

(upbeat music playing)

EMCEE: Not only a patron of the arts,

Denny Crane is a generous contributor
of his time, energy and enthusiasm.

What the hell kind of charity
is Children's Group?

We're teaching children to read.

No, we're buying them food.

I thought that we were providing them
with old people to play with.

I believe it's a children's theater group.

Well, how can kids with Muscular Dystrophy
do theater?

They don't have Muscular Dystrophy.

Then what the hell are we doing here?

Judas Priest, there's a game on.

Don't be long, Denny.
Your speech is up next.

And you might want
to actually practice it,

considering you're the honoree.

Not to worry.

It's all up here.

Please tell me
there's no press here tonight.

(indistinct chatter)

Scotch.

Single malt.

Straight.

Nice night.

(romantic music playing)

Suddenly it is.

(percussive stinger playing)

EMCEE: He's often told me
that writing a check is easy…

Should we go look for him?

He'll be here.
Denny's never one to miss the spotlight.

EMCEE: But rolling up your sleeves
and getting dirty out on the front lines?

That is not easy.

-(Denny grunting)
-BEVERLY: Faster.

Oh! (laughing)

And I'll wrap this up
before his head swells too much.

(Denny and Beverly laughing)

The Emcee's winding down, people.

I knew we should have tagged him.

(Denny and Beverly laughing)

Ladies and gentlemen.

The Children's Group applauds and honors
Mr. Denny Crane!

-(thrilling music playing)
-(audience applauding)

Dear Lord.

DENNY: Thank you, thank you!

There's no doubt
we do it all for the children.

(theme music playing)

And what did you think of my speech?

-Excellent.
-Thank you for writing it for me.

Give me a call sometime.

You know how to use a business card,
don't you?

You just whip it out of your pocket and…

Blow.

-You look puzzled.
-DENNY: I am.

A woman I just had sex with
hands me her card.

And I have no desire to throw it away.

You had sex with her here?

(whispers) Hot, sweaty sex right there…

in the coat check room.

(whimsical music playing)

Keep it.

(rock stinger playing)

(upbeat stinger playing)

DENISE: Daniel Post, CEO.
Kreisberg-Pellam, Incorporated.

He has stage-four metastasized
lung cancer.

Never fun.

A major pharmaceutical company
was testing a new cancer drug,

and Post used his friendship
with the CEO of that company

to get himself put into the test group

and to make sure that
he got the actual drug, not the placebo.

Hmm. The rich are different
from you and me.

(scoffs) Certainly from you.

So, Post is being sued by another
cancer patient who was in the same study

and who ended up getting the placebo.

What's the cause of action?

What you'd expect.

Conspiracy, intentional infliction
of emotional distress.

We're going to court today.

Today?

I thought I could…

handle it myself, but, uh…

Olivia died of cancer, didn't she?

Yes.

At any rate…

(clears throat)
…I'm hoping you can second-chair.

(knocking) You ready?

-Uh, Denise Bauer, attorney. Daniel Post.
-Guy dying of cancer.

Is that the way you describe me?

Rich guy dying of cancer.

Uh, Denise will be second-chairing.
I just filled her in on the case.

Actually, you left out our defense.
Do we have one?

(chuckles softly)

I like her.

I'm not sure if the jury is
going to like me, Mr. Post.

I have a client who tried to buy his way
into a cancer study.

Could you tell me
what possessed you to do that?

I got cancer.

Are you really my lawyer?

Or did the Make-A-Wish Foundation
just finally come through?

(quirky stinger playing)

(knock on door)

Um, Alan? Do you have a minute?

What can I do for you, Jerry?

They're meeting soon to vote
on this year's partnerships.

And this will be my third time
to be up for partner…

my last time.

I see.

I was wondering if maybe
you can tell me where I stand?

You know the right people around here,
and I know… well, no one.

Jerry, you are an extraordinary attorney.

I am.

I constructed a chart that reveals…

my involvement is typically the key
variable in the firm's winning a case.

Bingo!

It was my research

that was the determining factor
in the Simmons vs. Orago Oil victory,

not to mention 252 other cases.

Because of my research! Bingo!

(breathes deeply)

But… still, I'm…

wonder whether the senior partners
are aware of my contributions.

Jerry, you know, I have a tremendous
affection for my own intelligence.

And even I think you are smarter than me.

Oh, I am.

I'll see what I can find out.

(hopeful music playing)

(brisk stinger playing)

ATTY. SAMANTHA:
And how long have you worked

for Devlin McGregor Pharmaceuticals,
Mr. Clark?

Eight years.

And what was your position?

I was a lab technician
in oncological protocols.

ATTY. SAMANTHA:
You worked on a drug to cure cancer?

PETER: Trade name is Pneumotrox.

It was specifically designed to hinder
the rapid cellular mutations in the lungs.

And did Devlin McGregor conduct
a double-blind study to test Pneumotrox?

Sort of.

ATTY. SAMANTHA:
Why do you say "sort of," sir?

The test was corrupted.

-Objection. Foundation.
-Overruled.

On July 9th of this year,
you received a call from your supervisor.

What did he want?

Well, he told me to ensure that

patient 1123 received the Pneumotrox
and not the placebo.

-ATTY. SAMANTHA: Why?
-PETER: He didn't say.

But I subsequently discovered
that patient 1123 is Mr. Post.

It seemed fairly obvious.

-Objection!
-JUDGE AMANDA: Sustained.

What made you come forward?

Doing so has cost you your job, correct?

It did.

ATTY. SAMANTHA: Then why?

Because some things
are more important than a job.

Mr. Clark, how many patients were involved
in the experiment?

Uh, two thousand.

And statistically speaking,

how would it change the likelihood
of one person out of the 2,000

receiving the drug over the placebo

if another person was directed
to get the drug?

-Not much.
-Because there was no guarantee that

any of the volunteers would receive
the actual drug.

The odds were originally 50-50.

The odds would change minimally.

Instead of 50-50,

the odds would change from 49.95 to 50.05.

Sounds right.

So virtually no change at all?

(laughs softly)

Well, if you were dying, Miss Bauer,
.05 is everything.

(pensive music thinking)

Shirley, I wanted to ask you
about Jerry Espenson.

He's up for partner.

-I can't discuss that with you.
-Why not?

SHIRLEY: Well, that determination
is for partners only,

and you're not a partner.

I'm sure you understand, Alan.

Absolutely.

Jerry Espenson? You mean Hands?
Not a chance. He's a weirdo.

Denny, he's not a weirdo.
And he doesn't like to be called "Hands."

How could you not? The hands!

A peccadillo, to be sure.
We all have them.

I don't have any peccadilloes.

-What's your name, Denny?
-Denny Crane.

Ah, yes.

My point is, Jerry Espenson deserves
to be made a partner.

(phone chiming)

What is that?

-DENNY: Bev bought me…
-(phone chiming continues)

…a camera phone.

The woman you enjoyed in the coatroom?

We can send each other pictures.

This darn thing takes forever to load.

Things going well with Bev, then?

She said she wanted to fulfill
every single one of my fantasies.

I made a list. I had to type it myself.

My assistant threatened to quit.

Denny, you're glowing.

She's an amazing woman, Alan.

It's like having a one-night stand,
but every night with the same woman.

I'm thrilled for you, Denny.
Now, about Jerry…

He's not a rainmaker, Alan.

Shirley says he's not bringing
in enough money.

He's toast, weird toast.

Would you at least let me have a glance
at his performance review then?

Well, it's highly confidential.

Just don't tell anybody where you got it.

DENNY: Oh, picture's finally loaded!

Look at this.

(percussive music playing)

She's very limber for a woman her age.

Alan, I'd like to be alone with my phone.

Just, uh, 15 minutes.

(upbeat music playing)

"Poor people skills."

-Just hands it to you.
-"Not presentable."

That's my Denny.

"Not a team player."

I can see why it's confidential.
It's revolting and mean.

-You don't have all the facts, Alan.
-Apparently I do.

Apparently, at this firm,
being white and male isn't even enough.

You also need to be a golden retriever
with a pedigree

-to be considered for partner.
-I'm telling you…

It's a wonder you slipped under the radar,
Shirley, with your vagina and all.

Jerry's had a few blow ups, Alan.

-One in front of a client.
-Yes, yes.

It's on his permanent record back in 2000.

It also says he made a couple
of clients feel awkward.

Could that be perhaps
because he's an awkward guy?

It also says he doesn't play golf.

Actually, he doesn't kiss
any ass whatsoever.

He just does his job.

And no one's denying that,
but partners need to bring in clients.

That's how we make our money.

Partners need to attend social dinners
and make public speaking engagements,

-and they need to do it without being…
-Different.

Very dangerous, Shirley. Very dangerous.

(foreboding music playing)

ROBERT: You know how
the obituaries always say things like,

"So-and-so died
after a brave struggle with cancer"?

I'm not brave.

I'm terrified.

Cancer can make a coward out of anybody.

So when you heard about the trials
for this new drug…

I leapt at it.

I'm not a fool.

I knew it was a random chance
I'd even get the drug and not the placebo.

Okay, I was willing to leave that to fate.

He wasn't.

Mr. Hopper, when you began the test,

did you stop taking chemo or any other
treatments for your cancer?

No. But there were other promising tests

I didn't enter because of Devlin McGregor.

I see.
And, did Devlin McGregor ever guarantee

that you would receive the actual drug?

No, they did not.

Isn't it true that you've already sued
Devlin McGregor for this matter

and received a sizable settlement?

Objection. Relevance.

I'm going to allow it.

Yes. But I spent every penny
on medical treatments.

But the money isn't the reason
I'm doing this.

I'm doing this because
I feel I have a moral obligation

to stand up to people like Daniel Post.

People like that with money and power,
they think they can get away with murder.

And now he's murdering me.

No further questions, Your Honor.

JUDGE AMANDA:
Court will resume tomorrow at 10 a.m.

(gavel pounds)

Denise, are you trying to make
the jury hate our client?

(sighs)

If so, you're doing a good job.

I'm starting not to like me either.

-Mr. Post, I…
-Denise.

I'm kidding.
You're doing an excellent job.

(sighs)

I have a few questions. Um…

are you free for a bite?

Um, couldn't you just ask me now?

Well, yeah,
but then it wouldn't be a date.

(suggestive music playing)

(whispers)
Our client just asked me out to dinner.

Well, good.

Then you can use the time
to convince him to settle.

Jerry, it's not looking… like a lock.

What's the problem?

Generally, it's poor people skills.

You mean I'm odd?

-Does it say in my file I'm odd?
-No.

Alan, I would appreciate candor here.

Even should you deem it hurtful!

According to your file, you've occasioned
clients to feel uncomfortable.

Some have even expressed reservations
about being alone with you since…

(table clangs)

Evidently, you also once pushed
opposing counsel over some dispute.

(sighs)

He made fun of me.

As conditioned as I've become
to ridicule, sometimes…

So I'm out.

It's not over.

No, I… I deserve this more
than Brad Chase.

He cuts off a priest's fingers.

And I lose out because I push a bully?

-It's not right.
-ALAN: It's not over.

Jerry, I give you my word
I'll do what I can.

Oh, Shirley. I'm sorry.
I didn't hear your knock.

Gee, I… I wonder why that could be.

Maybe because you were too busy
having sex on your desk?

How did you know?
I had the door closed.

Ah, but you neglected
to draw all the blinds.

Oh…

Oversight. (breathing heavily)

We were both facing the same way.

I'm all too horribly aware
of which way you were facing.

BEVERLY: Oh, goodness me. I am so rude.

I'm Beverly Bridge.

Shirley Schmidt.

Did you finish the notes
on the partnership candidates?

I've been busy.

The vote's tomorrow.

Fifty of the most senior partners
will be there.

This is unprofessional, Denny.

You are setting a very bad example
for the rest of the firm.

Understood.

And from now on in this office,

those blinds go down
before anybody else does.

(quirky music playing)

She's jealous.

Poor thing.

(rock stinger playing)

Hi, Brad.

Hey, Jerry. How's it going?

Oh, a little nervous about
the partner thing. You?

I can't say I'm not.

-Got any indication?
-Not really.

Paul seems to think it looks good.

But I certainly didn't help my chances by…

Lewiston? He says it looks good for you?

Well, he couldn't make any promises.

Did he mention how it looks for me?

No, we didn't really discuss you.

Do you ever?

I beg your pardon?

Do people discuss me?

Do they talk about me being odd
because of my behavior?

Jerry, everyone here knows you
to be a fine lawyer.

That's all I've ever heard discussed.

It's in my file that I'm violent
because I pushed another lawyer once.

How do you know what's in your file?

I have a mole…

right here on my neck. (laughs)

(whimsical music playing)

It's not like me to make a joke.

I hope it's in my file I'm funny.

That's a good social skill.

(solemn music playing)

DENISE: Given the evidence,
a credible witness and documented proof

that you were administered the actual drug
and not a placebo…

-Question.
-Go.

When do you see yourself liking me?

Um…

Mr. Post… Daniel, um, plaintiff's attorney
has been very effective

in turning the jury against you.

You come off as someone
of privilege who has

everything the jury wants,
but doesn't have.

Except the girl.

Bottom line,
it's in your best interest to settle.

How about we negotiate a settlement?

I'm not following.

I agree to settle the case
if you agree to stop talking about it,

and… and declare this an official date.

(sighs)

Have you ever done anything nice
for anybody, ever?

Bum, bum, bum. See, you're trying
to get a look under the hood.

-(giggles)
-Not until you agree.

Agreed.

The answer is yes.

But my mom taught me that it's impolite
to brag about one's good works.

Then don't brag. Tell.

What's to say? I… (grunts)

Um…

my company sent thousands of pounds
of supplies down to New Orleans

before FEMA even put its pants on.

I fund a charter school for learning
disabled kids here in South Boston.

I don't think the government
does enough to help its people,

so I give as much as I can.

Do you know why I can do that?

Because you're a rich guy
who throws his weight around.

It goes hand-in-hand.
Money gives me connections.

Connections let me do what I want,

get what I want.

(sighs)

You really don't care
what anybody thinks, do you?

I got stage-four lung cancer.

I don't give a damn what anybody
I don't know thinks about me.

Life's too short… really.

One more question.

Why are you really settling?

Did Mr. Hopper's testimony get to you?

It did.

But don't get me wrong. I, I…

I would do it again.

It was a chance.

And so I took it. And…

As it turned out, the Pneumotrox didn't
work as well as I'd imagined, so…

(sighs)

Given that I have less time
than I'd hoped,

I don't intend to waste that time
fighting a lawsuit…

so I'll settle.

Now, more wine?

(upbeat music playing)

(door opens)

You look distressed.

Your Guns & Ammo magazine late again?

She hasn't called. All day!

Ah, Bev.

It's nearly 4:00.
She hasn't called the office.

She hasn't called my cell phone.

I checked the machine at home
at 9:15, 9:30, 9:45.

Okay, I sense a pattern.

I've done something.

I bought her a gift.

I bought her a gift!

Well, in time,
I'm sure she'll forgive you.

Don't you see? I didn't…

I didn't give her money
like I do most women.

I didn't have a personal shopper
pick something out. I shopped.

And I, Denny Crane…
thought about what she would like.

(Denny sighs deeply)

Maybe I'm… I'm having a stroke.

Maybe it's the mad cow.

Maybe you're in love.

I am delirious with joy.

Denny,

you enjoy being with Bev.

She enjoys being with you.

Why don't you just have fun in the moment
and leave it at that?

I knew you wouldn't understand,
you heartless bastard.

(rock stinger playing)

Wow, he's got it bad.

You shouldn't eavesdrop.

Yes, he does. Very.

You wanted me to tell you
when that partnership voting thing was?

It starts in 20 minutes.

And now we turn our attention to our
next candidate Brad Chase.

Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt.

I have an urgent announcement to make
regarding national security.

I don't think our country
is being run very well.

(crowd murmuring)

That concludes
the national security announcement.

Now onto other business,

I'm looking at a group of partners
in a world-class law firm,

each of whom owes some of their success
to Jerry Espenson.

When any of you is stumped,

and you need someone who has
an encyclopedic knowledge of the law

and the creative spark to know
how to apply it,

whose door do you knock on?

Mr. Shore, we appreciate your input,
but you are not a partner.

Yes, but that's only
because I can't be trusted.

I have here the confidential report
on Jerry Espenson,

known to some of you
who should know better as "Hands."

Uh, this report, while acknowledging,

uh, that Jerry works very hard
and has an astute legal mind,

also makes some veiled references
to "inappropriate behavior,"

but really, this is about money, isn't it?

And whether Jerry Espenson
brings in enough.

And don't we all just love our money?

You people must realize

that once the rainmakers have
brought in the million-dollar accounts,

those clients expect
excellent representation for their money.

And Jerry is a big part
of what they're paying for.

My God, why isn't being brilliant enough?

Why can't a lawyer
be a valuable asset to this firm

without being a smiling Ken doll
with an aggressive handshake?

Does everyone at the firm
have to be this guy?

SHIRLEY: Mr. Shore,
you have no standing at this meeting.

We would like to ask you to leave,
please, now.

Jerry Espenson has given 15 years
of his life to this firm.

His work has been essential.

(door opens loudly)

How dare you invade the province
of a private partnership meeting?

I'm sorry. I didn't think an invitation
was forthcoming.

There's a lot you don't know
about the business

of running a law practice, Alan.

-The first rule being…
-It's a business.

I understand that, Shirley.
But it's a service business.

You don't peddle widgets.
You don't push stocks.

You sell your people.
And as far as your people go,

-I'll take Jerry Espenson over…
-Don't give me…

Well, you need to hear it!

I said nothing when you fired Sally Heep,

whose only infraction was
to sleep with me.

I made not a peep when you deftly ushered
Lori Colson out of the firm.

I even understood when you fired
Catherine Piper,

a woman I profoundly adore.

I swallowed all of it
because I know it's a business.

But to abuse a talented,
selfless employee,

only because his social skills
lack polish!

To allow him to work tirelessly under
the delusion that he could make partner!

A delusion you carefully nurtured,

so as to make piles of money
off him in the short-term.

That's a betrayal, Shirley.
Not just of Jerry,

but of you and your character!

Which up till now I have considered
undeniably decent!

-Are you finished?
-No.

Jerry Espenson, no doubt,
will go off quietly into the night,

as the meek often do.

But somebody around here
has to get angry about it!

Otherwise, you'll just go off
and blithely do it again.

We have not yet made a decision
concerning Jerry Espenson.

When we do,
I will call you first to tell you,

"It is none of your concern!"

There's a saying, Shirley.
Perhaps you've heard it.

All it takes for evil to succeed is for
good people to say, "It's a business."

(tense music playing)

(door slams shut)

DANIEL: I've been given a death sentence.

And you're the one person in this room
that knows exactly what that's like.

And there was this drug…

And I thought it could help me,

so I used all my power and my influence
to make sure that I got it.

But I didn't think it through,

and I didn't think that there might be
consequences for other people…

in this case for you.

And I see now that I hurt you.

And I am sorry.

DENISE: This is our offer.

It's the only one we're going to make,
and it expires when we walk out the door.

This is a very generous offer.

-Think about your family.
-I don't care.

This could be a very long and drawn out…

That's exactly what it should be.

What do you want?

If I take your money,
I won't be hurting you.

The only thing that will really hurt you
now is if I take your time.

And that's exactly what I'm going to do.

(tense music playing)

I need to talk to you.

-You'll talk to me.
-No, I won't.

You have a wife. You have a family.

You owe something to them,
but you also owe something to yourself.

I know this road.

Do not allow anger to consume
the last days of your life.

(romantic background music playing)

DENNY: Bev.

Yes, Denny Crane?

Would you like some… money?

(laughs)

-I-I don't…
-Bev.

I'm afraid.

Of?

-Myself, of course.
-(sighs)

As godlike as I seem to you
and other people, there's a…

there's a… a mortal
inside this godlike shell.

I don't trust myself.

Bottom line…

I'm not… a one-woman man.

You know, Denny, we're both much too old
for this and too smart.

We are?

Is there a powerful man out there
who hasn't felt what you're feeling?

No.

(scoffs) So why fight it?

Look, people don't change their stripes.

And you don't want me to change you.

And I certainly don't want you
to change me.

Therefore, Denny Crane,
as long as we're together,

feel free to have sex
with anyone else you want.

(whimsical music playing)

Oh, Bev!

I love you.

(giggling)

PAUL: Brad.

It was a very close vote, but…

you made it.

You are now officially a full partner
at Crane, Poole & Schmidt.

-Congratulations.
-Thank you, Paul.

I will not let you down.

-Brad, on your knees.
-What?

Denny, must we do this every single time?

My name on the door.
The answer would be "yes."

On your knees.

(whimsical music playing)

Brad Chase, I hereby dub thee…

Brad Chase.

DENNY: Welcome, partner.

Thank you.

Milord?

You wanted to see me, Shirley?

Yes, Jerry.
Out of courtesy, I'll be brief.

I'm very sorry,
but you won't be making partner.

But I've done everything I've been asked.

Your work here is considerable.
It's just not enough.

Not enough?

I… I won't lead you on.

There will be no further opportunities
for a partnership.

However, we certainly appreciate
all your hard work.

And we welcome you to stay "Of counsel."

The choice is yours.

Okay.

(somber music playing)

(knock on door)

You free for dinner?

Because I got a private chef
that makes a mean breakfast in bed.

(chuckles softly)

You see where I'm going with this?

A friend of mine just made partner,
so we're gonna celebrate, you know, cake.

-Rain check?
-Sure, sure.

I got nothing but time.

Oh, wait, you know, that's not true.

ROBERT:
Mr. Lewiston tried to impress upon me

that I not consume the rest
of my life with anger.

But the truth is, anger can satisfy,
while despair is rather empty.

You don't seem very satisfied.

This isn't simply about vengeance,
Mr. Post.

If you were the only one out there
corrupting medical testing,

perhaps I'd take your money,
or if not, your apology.

But there are others like you.

Maybe this will send a message.

Maybe that will be the final legacy
of my anger.

(ominous music playing)

Guy acts like he's the only one
dying around here.

(chuckles softly)

About that dinner…

JERRY: "Not enough."

"It's not enough."
Where is my coffee mug?

(all) Surprise!

Oh, no!
(laughs) Look at that!

(Brad laughing)

It's not enough!

It's not enough!

It's not enough!

(menacing music playing)

My initials on the briefcase. Nice touch.

Jerry.

Why don't you come on in?
Have a piece of cake.

-BRAD: Here, I'll get it for you.
-No, I can do it!

Okay.

How's that, Shirley?

Is that enough?

JERRY: How about that?

Is that enough?

Is that…

Look, Hands… I mean, Jerry.

-(screams)
-(employees gasping)

Everybody stand back! I'll kill her!

I swear, I will kill her!

(menacing stinger playing)

I want to be made partner.

I'm gonna draw up an agreement,
and you're gonna sign it, Shirley.

It will include a "hold harmless" clause
for this assault.

But this is a crime!

Hold harmless clauses are for insurance
and real estate. Not for crimes.

Don't say "crime."
We're just talking here.

It certainly won't cover attempted murder.

-Don't say "murder."
-You, substandard first year!

Go pull the criminal law treatise
at 22 ALR, 3rd 12-28,

reference cases that hold
extreme emotional conditions

diminish one's responsibility for a crime.

(yells) You!

What do you think you're doing?

Going to get one of your guns?

No, why would I do that?

(whispers) The one day
I don't wear my sock holster.

You, substandard partner,

get me Rosenberg vs. Kaplan,
273 Mass. 4-11.

The facts of that case can be construed
to uphold an employment contract

even though it's entered
into under duress.

(panting) You!

(shuddering)
Hot secretary that makes me nervous,

get me a copy of the firm's
partnership agreement

and prepare to make some changes.

SHIRLEY: Jerry, this is never gonna work.

Pipe down! (breathing heavily)

Don't stand. Go!

(percussive action music playing)

(whispers) Get my guns!

I'm calling the police.

-Which guns should I get?
-No guns!

Just look up the damn cases.

"Subsection One: Upon his or her motion,

"a named partner
may unilaterally reconsider

"the rejection of a senior associate
for partnership."

Did you get all that?

Yes, Jerry.

Please type it up.

-Clackety-clack!
-(gasps)

(percussive action music playing)

What's going on?

Hands went nuts.

I found the cases you wanted.
They're excellent.

Thank you.

Jerry.

What are you doing?

Taking matters into my own hands.

That's right, people, I said "hands."

See, I can be just as funny
as you jokesters.

Why aren't you all laughing?

Don't do this, Jerry, please.

Stop now before this gets too out of hand…

control.

I will help you.

Like you did with the partnership?

You don't want to throw away
an entire life's worth of work

over one emotional outburst.

I don't want to see the most gifted
legal mind I have ever encountered

rotting in a prison cell.

Now put down the knife, Jerry.

On one condition.

You represent me once I'm arrested.

I can't. That's a conflict of interest.

I don't care.

You know the firm can waive that conflict.

And I know that you'll honor that waiver,
because if nothing else,

you're a man of your word.

(whispers) Make the deal.

I'll represent you.

Now hand me the knife.

(Jerry sighs)

(sighs)

(muffled) Oh, everyone!

This is the cake I want for my birthday.

This is really good work.

I assume it's clear to you now
why we couldn't make Jerry partner.

I have to be with my client.

Well, there's not much to tell, really.

We were married for ten years
and in love for, well, probably half that.

Well, it's probably hard loving
a golf bum.

(Denise chuckles)

You wanna know something really awful?

When we first got married,

I-I knew deep down that he would
never amount to anything, and…

somehow I was okay with that.

So what are your plans now? You, um…

dating?

Occasionally.

Actually…

not at all.

Little problem with commitment, huh?

I know the feeling.

I'm, um, not looking for
a long-term relationship either.

(laughing)

(mellow music playing)

What I don't understand is
how he got his hands from the cake

to Shirley's neck…

so quickly.

You know, Denny, I can't actually talk
about this with you,

now that Jerry's my client.

You aren't really
gonna represent him, are you?

I gave him my word.

Oh, please. We're lawyers.

He's a whack job.

By the way, did I tell you?
Bev and I are getting married.

No!

-I would have remembered that.
-DENNY: Yeah.

Well… she's the one.

Yes. She seems like the one.

Congratulations, Denny.

I want to assure you

that my impending nuptials
won't change anything between us.

No impact whatsoever.

(gasps) I got to go.

We're registering for flatware.

(mellow music playing)

BRAD: Next on Boston Legal…

FRANK: Mr. Espenson threatened
to kill his boss in her place of business.

Do not start defending him to me, Alan.

I agreed to defend him.
That's why he put down the knife.

By the way, Your Honor,
I'm… I'm dying.

I object! He's trying to garner sympathy.

-I start chemo again tomorrow.
-Denny got engaged.

-Mazel tov?
-No mazel tov!

So you think I'm screwing Denny
for his money and power?

Well, good news. I am.

DENNY: Bev is the woman
I've always dreamed of.

An angel in the bedroom,
a whore in the kitchen.

I think it's the other way around.

Not last night.

(theme music playing)

OLD WOMAN: You stinkah!