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Roy Mack, you know what I hate most about wearing a cast?

I don't get to wash my hand.

Would you take care of it for me?

I got a million of them.

Sir? I want to officially go on record as being against having any television

cameras in the courtroom.

Oh, come on, Miss Sullivan. It's a two -week test program for the city on some

obscure cable channel.

Fine, but why did you have to volunteer our courtroom for it? Look, I know you

have the power to force us to do this, but please, just this once, wouldn't you

change your mind?

Okay.

Okay, you'll change your mind?

Okay, I'll force you to.

Come on, Christine, it might be fun. You see, the secret is to be yourself when

you're on TV.

Mac, what... When were you ever on TV?

Remember that mayor's aide that was arraigned?

You were on screen for three seconds when you were walking out of the men's

room. I didn't freeze up, did I?

Guys, which uniform do you think I should wear on TV tonight?

My hang loose casuals?

Or the formal yet sporty dress blues?

Dress blues will do fine, Bob.

I think you'll be pleased with your selection.

That's exactly what I'm talking about. The cameras are going to distract us

doing our job.

All right, what's the holdup? We're ready. We have a dissenting opinion

regarding our little experiment.

What's the matter, Christina? Are we afraid the camera will accentuate our

little flaws?

No. I'm concerned about due process.

Televising trials plants the presumption of the defendant's guilt in the public

mind. And what flaws are we talking about?

I think we should give priority to the duty at hand and put aside any thoughts

of vanity.

Ready for your makeup, Dan?

Now, what I want to do is I want to go with a deep tan, and then I set a power

eyebrow.

I'm telling you, I think the program is going to demystify the process and show

people how the system works.

I think it's a mistake. Anytime you set up a camera, the scene turns into a

circus. Not in my courtroom.

I have to tell you, these last two weeks in front of the camera have done

wonders for your runoff campaign.

Dan Fielding, State Assemblyman. I like the ring of that.

Of course, as your media consultant, I have to tell you, we're still fighting a

perception problem with the electorate. What does that suppose to mean?

People don't like you.

A lot of the voters seem to think that your campaign against Joan Hobson is

too negative.

Negative? I have gone out of my way to be respectful of that warthog in

pantyhose.

How's it look now, Frank?

Uh, no better. Still got that nasty glare.

You know what that means?

Yeah.

Fan mail's here. Ah, yes. The Fielding and Juggernaut gather steam.

These are Christine's. This one's for you.

Well, every vote counts.

Get your muck -sucking pig face off my TV.

An undecided.

So, Christine, did you have the tractor in today?

Oh, oh, the scarf.

Oh, this was a gift from my Aunt Jane, and I thought she might get a kick out

seeing it on television.

Screwed up your hair, huh?

It's a disaster.

My hairstylist, Marcus, suggested a body perm, so he puts on the solution. He

gets into a fight with a shampoo girl. He leaves me sitting there for over an

hour. Oh, Christine, let's have a look. It can't be that bad.

I stand corrected.

Nice hair.

Looks like something the cat hocked up.

All right, all right, settle down. Settle down. Now, I only have room for

more.

Okay, you two good -looking guys in the back.

And then to top it off, I missed my transfer and I had to walk the last 20

blocks in the slush with leaky boots.

Well, I guess we can speak in just one more. Come on.

Follow me.

There you go.

Thank you, dear.

Excuse me, Mr. Fielding.

see I'm in the middle of a meeting? Dan, could be a voter.

A meeting to see how I, Dan Fielding, can help a fellow citizen in any way.

God bless you.

I've come all the way from Queens hoping that you could help me. Queens? That's

nowhere near my district. Go suck a teabag.

I went to Mar... I went to Marco for a body perm, and he got into a fight with

shampoo girl, and that's why I have to appear in front of all of New York

looking like an overdressed poodle.

Okay? Are you happy?

If you're finished, yes.

Okay, Matt, let's get into it. Matt?

Right here, sir.

Yes, Miss Scott is charged with being a street corner entertainment center.

Any defense?

I've been going to Markle for three years. He knows my hair.

Guilty, Your Honor.

Yes, guilty.

And I, Dan Fielding, candidate for state assembly, will not

rest until this plague of diseased vermin.

is eradicated from our streets.

Dan, if this legal stuff is interfering with your campaign, you just let me

know.

Sorry, sir.

Court finds the defendant guilty. That'll be $50, and... Time's up!

Mac, am I getting too predictable?

You're probably one of those lucky group guesses, sir.

I hope you didn't take that personally. When I'm in office, I plan on doing

everything I can for people in the service industries.

I'll tell you what you can do.

Why don't you bend over and kiss your own butt for a while?

Do the people have a sense of humor or what?

Interrupt you, Your Honor, but an innocent man has been wrongly jailed,

needs your help. Well, that really sounds more like a police matter to me,

Miss... Mrs.

Sharon Daly. Well, I've already been to the police, and they wouldn't listen to

me. But I thought about you. I've been watching your show on television, and

all just seem so kind and caring and loving.

Well, most of you.

Sorry, Mrs. Daly, but we have a docket and we have rules that we have to abide

by, one of which is that we have to take the cases in order.

Oh, dear.

Would this hand grenade make you change your mind?

You're next.

What's the chance that that thing's a dud?

A very good chance.

On the other hand, it might go off if you look at it funny.

Been fighting that one all day.

Mrs. Daly, you said something about a man in trouble?

Yes, Adam, my husband.

He's been sentenced for life in state prison for a murder.

Commit. Mrs. Daly, if your husband has been unjustly sentenced, there is an

appeal process. You don't have to go to these extremes.

Oh, I'm afraid I do. I've tried everything, but nobody will listen to

what did you do to your hair?

Look, Mrs. Daly, think about what you're doing.

In order to correct one wrong, you're willing to commit an even greater wrong.

You don't want to do that, do you?

No. Good.

But I will.

I'm a desperate...

Show me one who isn't.

Oh, Your Honor, you've got to help me. I know that if the governor would hear

the real facts of the case, he would grant Adam a pardon.

Well, we would have to see a copy of the judgment against him so we could find

out if there's a basis for appeal.

Oh, we don't have time for that. He's being transferred from solitary at

midnight tonight, and the real killer has a contract to rub him out.

Rub him out?

I heard about it in the prison grapevine.

You know how lifers gossip.

Well, I would have to send off some of my people to check out some things.

that be all right?

Oh, of course. Now, is there anything I can do?

Uh, yeah. You could give me the grenade.

Well, why don't I just hang on to it? That way we can make sure that your

put a wiggle in it.

Mac, find out everything you can about Mrs. Daly. Roz, you check out her

husband's prison record.

I'm gonna go check everything they're not checking.

Martin,

what the hell are you doing?

Have you forgotten that camera's still on? You wrestle that grenade from her,

and I guarantee a ten -point swing in our target electorate.

Yeah, and I get to go to the state assembly in a bunch of Ziploc bags.

This is your chance. Seize the moment.

Mrs. Daly, I've had just about enough.

I'm not going to stand idly by and watch you put innocent people's lives at

risk. I demand that you give me, Dan Fielding, candidate for state assembly,

that grenade.

Young man, I've been listening to your self -serving twaddle on TV for two

now, and I've had just about enough of it. One more peep out of you and your

Spaghetti -O.

You made me do it. I wanted to run.

Now, if you brush through your hair, it will distribute the oil and relax the

curl. Go on, run along. Give it a try.

It's worth a shot.

Helpful little terrorist, ain't she?

Hey, Your Honor.

Stand back.

Nice crisis technique, Max.

What'd you guys find out?

Well, we checked the prisons, and there's no one by the name of Adam Daly.

Not only that, the records show she was married to a Ben Daly in 1952.

Ben?

Mrs. Daly? Yes?

The records seem to indicate that your husband's name is Ben.

That's because he changed his name to Adam Logan when he went undercover with

the agency.

The agency? You mean like the CIA?

Oh, my dear, no. The World Security Agency.

Wait a minute. Is this the same Adam Logan who was framed by Palmer

for the murder of Amy Delmonico?

Yes!

Ross, have you been keeping up with this case?

Sure. Every day at 2 o 'clock. The Days of Passion on Channel 5.

And that little tramp, Jessica, she knows all about it and she won't say a

Why should she? She's shacking up with Ronnie Delmonico. She knows what's that.

Her bread is buttered on.

It's a soap opera.

I think somebody's lost their vertical hold.

Ross.

Mrs. Daly, uh, I imagine you spend a lot of time alone, huh?

Oh, no.

I have a cat, Gilligan.

And you and Gilligan, you, uh, watch a lot of TV?

Oh, some.

We both like Phil and Oprah.

And Johnny.

and the Huxtables, and Blake, and Lexus, and Hawkeye, and J .R., Wally and the

Beavs, and the Fonz.

Mrs. Daly, I think I'm beginning to understand. You might be a little

I am. About what?

Well, you see, this Adam fella, he's not in trouble. He's just a character.

Isn't he a nut sometimes?

No, no, no. He's a fictional character.

On a soap opera. On TV.

You see, the people that you see on TV, they're not real.

Don't be silly. I've been watching you on TV two weeks now. You're real.

She's got you there, sir.

Well, what I mean is... Well, for example, certainly you understand that

not real.

What?

I see where you're headed, sir.

Al, definitely not real.

We're not getting anywhere here. I came here with a problem.

All you want to talk to me about is what I do at home.

Are you going to help me solve this, or do I have to... No!

This is Jim Fisher, Action News, bringing you the hostage crisis live.

Behind me, you can see some of the potential victims.

Here's one now.

What the hell are you doing? This is a sensitive situation. Someone could get

killed.

Let's hope that doesn't happen.

Better get a wide shot, Eddie.

Yeah, like from out in the hall.

All right, all right.

Hey, just edit out the judge and send the tape down to the station.

Hey, you mean we weren't being broadcast?

Nah. But you said live.

Lighten up.

It's just the news.

You wait here.

Mac, you're coming with me. Bull, you entertain Mrs. Daly for a while.

Right.

Swanee!

Swanee!

I'm telling you, I've never seen a drop like this. In the last hour, your

standing in the polls has dropped 30 points.

How do you get results that fast?

It was a phone survey.

As soon as people heard your name... They hung up.

And I think six months ago, they didn't even know who I was.

Frankly, I don't know what she sees in him. If you ask me, Fred just doesn't

appreciate her.

Well, Fred's under a lot of pressure, especially since Wilma had pebbles.

Oh, dears, 15 minutes to midnight. I do hope Judge Stone is making some headway

with the governor.

I brushed out my hair. This is the best I could do.

Are you sure you brushed it long enough?

You tell me.

Now you got to think about getting a leash for that thing.

Here you go, Mrs. Daly.

Just on. Thought you might like to watch a little TV.

Mac, what are you doing?

I'm just following Harry's orders.

Well, that's very thoughtful of you, but I really don't have time for this.

Sure you do, Mrs. Daly.

Oh, Judge Stone, there you are.

Hey, look, there he's on TV.

Uh -oh, skinny butt's got an idea.

Should have hit the head while I had a chance.

Judge Stone, did you get in touch with the governor yet?

No, not yet.

First, I wanted to get some more information on your husband.

But I already told you everything about Adam. I mean Ben, your real husband.

What happened to him, Mrs. Daly?

Who said anything happened?

Did he die?

No. Was there a divorce?

No. I told you, he joined the agency.

That was Adam.

We're talking about Ben.

Where is he?

I don't know.

You don't know?

No.

I just came home one day, and he had moved out.

I didn't know why.

He just left me.

I have to explain all of this to you, Judge Stone.

Well, real good move, Harry. Tick off the lady with the bomb.

Mrs. Daly, I think you're having trouble facing reality.

Reality? I have no problem with reality.

Oh, no?

Well, then you tell me.

Am I the real Harry Stone?

Or am I the real Harry Stone?

Oh, dear.

Confusing, isn't it?

You could say that.

How can you be here and there?

Something called videotape.

I recorded this just a few minutes ago.

Why are you trying to confuse me?

I'm not.

Really, I'm not.

I'm trying to help you.

I get the feeling that things were hard for you when Ben left.

I thought we'd be together always.

The house was so quiet when he wasn't there.

And then Adam came and he filled the void.

He's such a sweet man.

He's so considerate and thoughtful.

And he's there every day, isn't he? Monday through Friday.

He's everything you hoped your husband would be.

I don't think he's as tall.

Mrs. Daly, the problem is that Adam is just a character in a TV show.

That's not reality.

This... is reality.

It's just so hard for me to tell what's real anymore. Sometimes I

just wish there was some easy way to tell the difference.

Well, you might start by doing this every once in a while.

I'm so sorry.

I really feel like a goose.

Well, okay.

supposed to do?

That kind of depends on what you're going to do with that grenade.

Oh, yes, I have made quite a to -do, haven't I?

Who wants it?

I'll take that, Mrs. Daly.

I got a neighbor who's been playing a stereo too loud.

You've all been very nice to me.

Thank you for listening to me.

Am I going to the slammer now?

No. You're going to go to a hospital. There are people there who will help you

sort these things out.

But not St.

Elsewhere, right?

Right. We all know that's way over there in Boston, isn't it? See, I'm beginning

to get the hang of this.

Well, I wouldn't make any plans for Christmas.

It's all over? Yeah.

Darn. I was hoping we could milk the spotlight for a little damage control.

Don't worry about it, Fleming. Most voters are drooling mouth breathers with

minds of gnats anyway.

Dan? Huh?

Camera's still on.