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Previously, on The Practice. Oh, I'm
sorry.

Bobby! Oh my God, Sharon. How are you?

I'm great.

Oh, I did ten minutes on my lousy
marriage, twenty minutes on how your

really doesn't understand you. Bobby,
this is foreplay.

I have no plans for being unfaithful to
my... Yes, you do.

You're probably too good of a guy to
actually do it, but just allowing for

possibility. I'm having dinner with an
old friend, period.

If you're ever single again, call me.

I don't have plans to be single again.

Good night, Buffy.

Why were you having dinner with her?

You all say I crave isolation.

Don't give me that crap. You're looking
to clear your little conscience and not

get caught. You said that in starting
your own firm.

You were beginning a process of leaving
me.

Where are you in that process?

I so desperately want us to make it.

I agree. It's best if we stop now before
it does get too dangerous.

Bye.

Hey.

Late night?

Can't stand up on stuff.

I called earlier, got the machine.

Were you out?

No.

You okay?

Oh.

Lousy day.

What happened?

It's boring. You don't want to know.

Well, maybe I can help. Tell me.

Okay.

It started out, Claire's soccer ball
case was stolen from us by a big product

liability firm, a firm which first
refused to take the case because they

it was untenable. But it's not untenable
because we beat summary judgment.

The Mitchell arbitration was postponed
again, so I'm basically funding that

until we reach settlement. My biggest
client just filed for Chapter 7.

And there was one other thing.

What was it?

Oh, yeah.

I saw you kissing Sarah Barker outside
an Italian restaurant.

Oh, and my gun's been jamming.

That's another thing.

Given I do have a history, maybe you
should hide the bullets on those nights

plan to commit adultery.

We have to talk about this. You're not
looking to talk. You're looking to

explain, and I'm not interested.

Look, what you saw... I'm late for work.

We at least need to discuss this, for
God's sake. I'm not going to sit around

while you lie about it. I'm not going to
lie. Bobby, I can always tell.

Your lips move.

Come on, honey, let's go.

It marks the 22nd time the Office of the
Attorney General has overruled the

Recommendation Committee and is seeking
the death penalty.

Do you have a trial date yet? July. Any
luck finding the kid he shot at? They

found him.

Police have no interest in arresting
him.

Meanwhile, CBS president Les Moonves was
a no -show this morning at an

environmental fundraiser where he was
scheduled to be the keynote speaker.

Organizers express outrage.

Donnie, I'm in front.

He seems in a good mood.

Jimmy, she says she's a client.

Won't give her name, but she needs to
speak to you.

This is James Berluti.

I'm listening.

Grace?

Okay, where are you?

All right, I'll be there in 20 minutes.

I'm on my way.

What kind of an emergency?

I don't know. She has no appointment,
but she claims she's...

Lindsay Dole, we met.

I won't take up much of your time.

Are you having an affair with my
husband?

Marcia, would you excuse us?

Definitely.

Why don't we first... I'd rather stand.

Before I forget my question, let me ask
it again.

Are you having an affair with my
husband?

No, I'm not.

There, you have your answer. You can go
now.

Or if you'd like to have a conversation,
you can sit.

What's the matter?

What are you doing?

I'll explain in a second.

Grace, what the hell is going on here?

Hey!

Get these things off of me. No time,
Jimmy. How long have we known each

What's going on?

See the tape?

And the wires?

They're connected to bombs.

Anyone tries to come in this room, boom!

It's important you know that.

Grace, what the hell are you doing here?
It gets crazier.

Come with me.

Have you lost weight, by the way?

What do you think? Take your time.

Hmm. Is that who I think it is?

Of course it is.

Let's move out.

This is his hotel suite, actually.

I showed up as room service.

Coffee. Tea.

Gun.

I know.

I'm not. But we knew that already.

You want to hear my plan?

I'll take that as a yes.

You see these cameras?

I'm satellite ready. I can email the
footage.

Check out the cannon.

My idea for a reality television show.

How to blow up a network president.

I'm technologically ready to go out live
with a game of Russian roulette

tonight, 9 o 'clock. I was thinking
about 8 o 'clock because the hot levels

higher, but kids shouldn't see this.

Wouldn't you agree?

I never stop.

Look at him.

Tell me he's not sexy.

Grace. Your job, Mr. Attorney, is to
negotiate my deal with CBS.

I'll give them exclusive broadcast
rights.

Four million dollars. That'll include
barn.

You're out of your mind.

We knew this.

You think CBS is going to pay you four
million dollars to blow up their

president? It's Russian roulette, Jimmy.

He might survive.

I was thinking of calling it Survivor
with a question mark.

Do you like that title?

I know, Lester.

Grace. The thing is, they wouldn't be
paying me to play the game. I'm playing

the game with or without them. It's
important that you make that clear.

The game is played no matter what. They
wouldn't be an accessory.

The only question is, do they want to
benefit from the footage?

The police will be all over this room.
The police can't get in here, Jimmy. I

thought this out.

The doors and the windows are wired with
munitions. Anyone tries to get in here

and we all go boom.

The three of us. Boom, boom, and boom.

Okay. Obviously, you've gone off your
medication.

You say that like it's a negative.

The fact that I'm crazy.

Three more share points minimum. Call
the network.

Make the deal. You can't be... Jimmy,
make the deal.

We have no information on who the woman
is or how she got in the room, but it is

confirmed she has kidnapped CBS
president Les Moonves.

Unbelievable.

And she expects to get $4 million?

ABC paid six for Michael Jackson. And
they didn't even get to blow him up. FBI

is on their way.

The suspect now has been identified as
Grace Chapman.

Extremely intelligent.

Served six months at Fisher's Hospital.

Treated for a bipolar disorder.

We're still trying to learn as to how
she got in the room. Are you watching

this? Yeah.

You people know this psycho?

Former client.

Lindsay been in yet?

No. And she hasn't called.

Starting to worry.

A goodbye kiss?

Yes. And that's probably... How was the
hello kiss?

Have you listened to a word I've said?

No. And I don't want to listen. Which
may be part of the problem, Lindsay. No

offense. But Bobby came searching for a
pair of ears. Oh, you're going to play

therapist now? I'm not trying to... You
commit adultery with my husband. I

didn't commit adultery, Weenie. Because
you didn't have time. You got caught.

Look, it was wrong for us to kiss. Gee,
but as I said, the reason... Look, the

fact that you're even here, don't you
think it's odd that you're talking to me

about this and not Bobby?

Hold on.

You owe me nothing.

And other than an apology, I owe you
nothing.

But under the theory that you came here
in some kind of a search for the truth,

the truth is Bobby loves you very much.

But he's lost all ability to communicate
with you.

Really? Yes, really.

And from what I've heard, and admittedly
I have only heard his side, you've

pushed him to the place he is in.

You've shut him out.

The company he sought with me, and yes,
the need for the kiss, it came from

loneliness.

And you really need to examine your own
role in that.

I so enjoy being lectured to by the
woman... You came here so... How dare

presume to tell me how to be a better
wife? I didn't do that.

Yes, you did.

Forgive me for being so naive.

Thinking communication is built on
trust.

Believing that for intimacy, you first
need honesty.

Now who's lecturing?

Here's a little advice from me.

Not quite as eloquent, but for what it's
worth.

Keep away from my husband.

Standing about 60 feet outside of the
room where Mr. Moonvest is being held

captive. It is still unclear. You have
to leave. Wait, whoa, whoa.

As you can see, the situation is very
tense here. I am being jostled and

escorted out of here. How did she even
get in there? She first abducted the guy

from room service. They found him duct
taped in a laundry hamper. Do we think

this room is really wired with
munitions?

Her IQ is off the charts.

She's no dummy.

And she can transmit the video.

So she says.

Anyway, it's FBI jurisdiction now. We're
out.

You can't get away with this.

I'm not looking to get away with it.

Diminished capacity.

I'll do my three years. Eight if less
goes boom. Either way, for $4 million.

You really think you'll see a nickel? We
have son -of -Sam laws. That money goes

to Switzerland.

Remember? Possession, Jimmy. Possession.

Nine -tenths of the law.

Are you hungry? Lester didn't eat his
waffle.

Be reasonable.

They're never going to pay you that
money. You know what I love about you?

eternal optimism.

Here you have a client who's hijacked a
network president, kidnapped you, wired

a hotel room to blow up, and still, you
ask her to be reasonable.

You are too cute.

Isn't he cute?

This actually isn't the first time a
kidnapper has bargained for airtime.

If you remember Waco, the federal
government actually encouraged the media

broadcast the messages of David Koresh
in exchange for the release of hostages.

The government also encouraged the print
media to publish the Unabomber's

manifesto. But in those situations, the
criminal was demanding airtime. In this

case, Miss Chapman is basically selling
it. We represented her in some

commitment proceedings.

When was the last time you had contact
with her? Over three years ago.

And Mr. Berluti was always the attorney?
He and Eleanor Front.

Can we speak to Miss Front? Of course,
Eleanor.

Your firm's involved in this?

What are you doing here?

I tried you on the phone, but your
assistant said you'd moved to

Rebecca made me.

You're coming to my office? She came to
mine.

What? Lindsay.

She stormed into my office, had a few
choice French words to say, and then she

left. I've been trying to get you on the
phone, but Lucy wouldn't give me your

number in Prague.

She came to your office?

Bobby, far be it from me to give advice.

Tried that an hour ago. I'll take care
of it.

Listen, if you are as serious about your
marriage as you claim to be, you need

to get back into therapy now.

We'd like you to advise her that the
money's been wired already.

We can't do that.

Why not?

Because the money hasn't been wired. We
have an obligation to be honest with our

client. Crime, fraud, exception.

You can legally... I don't think so. You
can legally withhold information,

counsel. But we can't lie.

She's got a cannon pointed at a man. You
can surely make a... Exactly.

Including a friend of mine. And we're
not going to jeopardize his life.

Why aren't they calling back?

Grace. Even if they did wire the money,
they could still seize it in Switzerland

after... I have things taken care of
over there. Trust me.

We have with us now Dr.

Raymond Hewlett. Dr.

Hewlett, thank you for joining us. You
treated Miss Chapman, did you not?

Hey! Dr.

Patient Privilege!

We repeat, a gunshot has been heard, a
loud shot -like noise coming from a gun.

My God.

Everybody's safe.

She just shot the television.

Nobody's been hurt.

That's an update, not a final.

Listen to me.

However nuts you are, you have to know
the network won't play along with this.

Don't have to know that. The
entertainment and news divisions have

blurred. Even if they wire the money,
they'll figure out how to get it back.

And if your plan is to somehow leave the
country, they'd extradite you so fast.

I don't expect to get away, Jimmy. I'll
do my three years. It'll be much more

than that. I don't think so.

And all I need from you is for you and
your law firm to help execute the deal.

Nothing more.

You're starting to piss me off.

Without making any excuse for kissing
her.

Because there is none.

I have been accused of craving
isolation.

Maybe I became desperate to share
anything with

anybody.

Again, does that excuse what I did?

No.

Do you actually expect me to fall for
that?

You want company, Bobby?

You want to share? Go out for a beer
with Eugene.

Take me to dinner.

You don't go to an Italian restaurant
with a woman you used to sleep with and

then kiss her.

I have become emotionally

void.

Do you get that?

How much of a father can I be if... You
did this in part for our son?

I'm glad she got it all worked out,
Bobby.

Because I'll tell you, I certainly
don't.

I don't have a clue as to what I should
do now.

I want our son to have his mother and
father in the same house.

It would devastate him if we were to
split up. But I don't know how to live

the same house with a man I no longer
trust.

So... I... either leave you...

or... I coexist with... I

don't know what to do.

The explosives are real. Dogs from the
bomb squad have been sniffing, and the

doors have in fact been rigged with some
kind of explosive device. Why aren't

they making this deal? I have their
president. For God's sake, why aren't

calling? They said they needed time.
Time is running out.

We're here.

Grace, this is Officer Michaels.

I told you, no negotiation.

Call here again, Officer Michaels, and
someone get shot.

It won't be me.

I want to hear from Eleanor Frutt or UT
Young only, and only about the deal.

I don't think they love you enough, Les.

You saved this network.

You brought them back from the grave.

You would think they'd want to save you
from yours.

Thirteen on the air.

That is sweet.

But I don't think you have the capacity
to enter into a contract.

It would be duress.

Why are you so calm?

This is a derp to me.

Jimmy says she's getting more erratic.
Call him back.

Tell him to stall as much as he can.
She's too smart.

Can I ask, do you people even have a
plan besides seeking the death penalty?

Who are you?

I'm pretty. Who are you?

Look. You are flirting with a disaster
here. Thank you, Ms. Frutt. Just call

him. My colleague is in that room. He's
my friend.

Your behavioral unit is saying give her
the broadcast.

Your tactical unit is saying don't.
That's exactly the indecision that led

the wake -up. Ms. Frutt.

That woman is nuts.

She has a cannon.

A Mr. Sandy Grushow is calling. He says
it's important.

He's from the Fox Network.

Urgent? Yes.

The urgent woman.

She's back.

The same woman from this morning?

Yes.

Okay.

Send her in. But if I yell or hit the
intercom, you send in security.

Are you sure?

Yes, send her in.

This is how pathetic it is.

For honesty, I come to you instead of
him.

And please don't lecture me on how
symptomatic that is of our marriage. I

need to... Lindsay, what do you want?

I need to know... I need to know what he
said about...

I don't know what's going

on.

Well, do you really want my dime store
psychology?

Yes.

What did you two talk about?

I need to know what...

Mostly

we talked about you.

About his job.

Being a criminal defense lawyer.

He no longer believes in what he does.

And what he does, what he is... They're
the same.

What does that have to do with me? I'm
getting to that.

The man doesn't believe in what he is.

And he's desperate for you to hold him,
to give him some kind of affirmation, as

well as love.

And you give him neither.

And he's just becoming desperate to find
it wherever he can.

Is he in love with you?

That I don't know.

Some things you're still going to have
to go to him for answers.

Are you in love with him?

I'm not sure about that either.

Fox? Under certain terms... I'm not
taking my clothes off.

Grace, listen to me. Just stop talking
for ten seconds. Can you do that?

The deal is, Fox agrees to pay you the
money, air the broadcast, so long as you

promise not to hurt him. Then the whole
thing would be a fake.

Where's the drama? Just listen.

We would keep it secret that the game is
rigged.

You'll get all the suspense of a real
Russian roulette game.

And your money.

Attorney -client privilege?

Of course.

The cannon's fake. It only shoots
blanks.

The gun's real.

So we can make this deal with Fox?

I want a non -direct clause.

Liquidated damages of 10 million.

If they reveal the cannon is fake.

And if they give the ending away.

At all.

How could they possibly agree to air
this?

Well, well what? It's repulsive.

If it saves the guy's life, plus a
network president being kidnapped, that

news. That makes it decent to televise
her Russian roulette game?

Remember the TWA hijacking?

CBS went into the cockpit with cameras,
covered the whole thing, even though

they figured it to be staged. That
hijacking wasn't staged.

But their little show and tell was.

And Dan Rather said, so what?

The activity of a hijacker, real or
staged, is news, and you cover it.

Bobby, you're in his office.

Ask me why.

I guess I'm desperate to make some sense
of how you could kiss somebody else.

Desperate for a reason I can live with.

Please tell me how this could happen.

I think a few weeks ago you kind of
said, we don't address us

because neither of us wants to face the
truth.

We both believe in partnership, but we
both sense we're not partners.

I think we'd walk away.

Start over.

If not for a little boy who...

Neither

of us is the type of person who could do
that.

Walk away on a child.

I think the reason you so shut me out...
I haven't.

You're trying to make me leave you.

You want it to be my doing.

And maybe, on some unconscious level, my
going to dinner with Sarah, kissing

her.

Maybe I'm trying to make you leave me.

You wanted to get caught?

So what do we do?

Look, none of us here at Fox want to see
Les Moonves blown up.

Okay, this is insane now. Not to NBC.

They want in.

What? They think if they can help save
an innocent man, they should. So we have

two networks throwing money at a
kidnapper?

Again, I ask.

How is this different than 60 Minutes
airing one of Kevorkian's sister

They didn't pay Kevorkian.

Yes, they did. The currency he wanted
was publicity, and he got it.

He's an ass.

It's complicated, Helen. Of course it's
complicated.

I would never pretend to understand
anybody else's relationship.

But when a married man with a child
kisses another woman, he's crossed

the line.

She also won't back off the
indemnification.

Look, suppose she gets sued by some
family somewhere claiming to be

We can't... Exactly.

That's why she wants the protection.

All right.

Let's skip ahead to the biggie, shall
we?

What do you mean, tell the FBI?

Grace, there's a danger.

As soon as the cannon goes off, they
might charge in. I don't think so. The

windows and doors are wired to blow.

Exactly. I don't feel like blowing up.
Do you?

Actually, there are no bombs there
either.

I just smeared blasting cap.

The dog sniffed, traced the mounts.

It's enough to fool him.

So there are no bombs anywhere.

I bet that's a load off, huh?

Yes, it is.

But as your attorney, I'm still advising
you to call the whole thing off.

Forget it.

Listen to me.

I suspect more than the money, you're
looking for attention.

Well, you've already got that. This is
playing on every channel in the country.

I want prime time, and I do want the
money. What's to stop the next wacko

pulling a stunt like this?

Making an example out of you, that's
what.

Let's call it off.

You'll come out with your 15 minutes,
but not 15 years.

Enough fun, Grace.

Let's get out of this.

Just let me know when the money is
wired.

Sources have confirmed that a wire
transfer of $4 million has been received

the Swiss Commercial Bank.

They're calling the game Shoot the Moon,
though it's unclear whether Mr. Moonves

has been injured or not.

In fact, there's a sick joke making the
round that if the CBS executive is

indeed blown up, they'll actually be
eaten by contestants on next week's Fear

Factor.

It's official. The world has gone mad.

When will she release Jimmy?

After it's over.

Are we sure she will? He doesn't think
she could actually hurt anybody.

What's going on in there? Do we know?

He's in there alone.

It isn't good.

I screwed up, Beck.

I kissed her.

Sarah Barker.

It wasn't going any further.

In fact, it was because we were severing
all... But I screwed up.

Lindsay knows?

She witnessed it.

Where are you now?

I don't want to lose her.

That much I know.

Does she know that?

I don't think she much cares at this
point.

I let her know just the same.

I can't even locate her at the moment.

Anything new on Jimmy?

Is he safe?

We believe so.

Find your wife, Bobby, and tell her what
you know.

She's feeding the signal as we speak.

Okay, okay.

They've asked you to wait till three
minutes past the hour to allow for the

affiliate station breaks.

No problem.

Okay, Jimmy, you're my technician.

You hit A, B, or C on the keyboard,
depending on what camera I want. Grace.

Why?

Can you help me understand?

I'm sure a lot of doctors will come on
TV and tell everybody the why.

In pursuit of their 15 minutes?

This isn't you.

What's going on?

Maybe I just don't want to be some tree
falling in the forest.

I need you to look scared, okay?

I don't tape your mouth, but I can't
trust you not to give away the ending.

You'd just love to spoil Fox's numbers,
I know.

Also, I might have to sex it up a
little.

You know?

Gotta sell some cars.

Okay, what time do we have?

Ten minutes.

Hi, I'm Grace Chapman.

Welcome to Less is More, or Less is No
More, depending on

Locke, the god.

Me? I'm the one with the killer smile.

What if she's lying?

What if she does plan to blow everything
up?

The question I know most of you have, is
this a hate thing

or a sexual thing?

Maybe I'm secretly in love with this
handsome man.

Maybe I'm just a praying man.

Know how most reality shows always drag
things out?

Don't you just hate that?

Oh, my God.

Or there's a big gap between all the
action.

I can't take this. This isn't real.

I can't watch.

You remember that Koresh was granted
radio airtime, but no primetime

has ever... Yesterday, the Timothy

McVeighs of the world were vying for the
covers of Time and Newsweek.

Today... One has to question the
network's complicity. They've

saying, want to act like an idiot?

We'll put you on TV.

Oh, dear.

I'm down to my last shot.

Camera, see Jimmy.

Before I fire my last shot, I would like
to talk to all of you at home, my

audience.

My beloved consumers.

Why are you watching?

Is it the spectacle?

Is it the thought of seeing the big and
the powerful brought down?

Perhaps it's fun to...

simply look at me and say, isn't she
pathetic?

A train wreck with nice tits.

Do you delight in seeing others demeaned
so that you can feel better then?

Maybe it makes you feel intelligent to
see stupidity showcased.

My question is, do you just keep coming
to the trough to drink no

matter what these people put in it?

Do you feel at all responsible?

Well, enough of these idle questions.

We're not here to think, are we?

Let's get back to the entertainment.

But I do want to thank you, my dear
audience.

After all, without you, I wouldn't be
here.

This one's for you.

It's still on?

It just went black.

I think she blew up the viewers.

And Jimmy?

He should be released.

Let's hope.

Lindsay.

I'm sorry.

I know.

I know how it must sound when I say what
happened with...

Whether you

love me or not.

It's the only thing I do know at the
moment.

Well, what I know... Therapists tell
them, say what you

feel, not what you know.

What I feel is anger and hatred.

Me, I'll be honest.

I hate you at the moment.

What I know is the father of my child,
you're my husband,

and I love you.

But I no longer know you.

Beyond that, I don't trust you.

I've taken Bobby Jr. to my parents.

He and I will be living there until we
find another place.

What are you talking about?

I'm leaving you.

We're done.

Lindsay, you can't just... You can't.
That's what you wanted.

You win, Bobby.

It's been informed Mr. Moonves has been
escorted out. He is safe and relieved,

though unhappy about lifting rival FBC's
ratings during sweeps. Ms. Chabot has

been taken into custody. Her attorney,
James Berluti, is also unharmed and

relieved the ordeal ended without
incident.

Next up tonight, dramatic footage of a
high -speed chase that turns dead.