All language subtitles for LA Law s01e19 The Grace of Wrath

Previously on L .A. Law.

If I'm so invaluable to you, then
compensate me for it.

Not this again.

Either I get my raise or I'm gone.

Okay, all right, all right.

Cost of living from the perm. The rest
can be out of my own pocket.

Dr. Rothberg called in dead.

Passed away six months ago. I'm taking
over for him. Open.

I'm a very passionate woman, Victor.

When I give, I like to give all of
myself.

What are you doing?

I think I missed a piece of crystal.

Open up. Oh, no. No, no, no. Jocelyn,
really, it's okay. It's okay. We,

the jury, sentence the defendant to
death.

Grace, you god! Let me go! Let me go!

I was putting two uniforms on you.

They'll walk you to and from your car,
and they'll park outside your place at

night. That's not enough. The man's in
custody, Michael.

Well, his gang friends aren't. Grace,
let me ask you something. You got a gun?

have never even fired a gun.

Then we can get started.

This is the stone for sexual appeal with
staying power that you don't have to

worry about growing out of or looking
ridiculous in.

This is the Neplus Ultra.

Aren't people going to know it's a wig?
Never.

Look, it's always going to be a shock.
That's because you still think of

yourself as being bald. You see, the
first thing to do is stop.

thinking of yourself as bold.

That might be a little hard.

I started losing my hair when I was 19.

Hair replacement is a change of life,
Mr. Brackman. Some men are ready for it,

and some men are not.

That was a little extreme.

Maybe something more subtle.

If it's subtlety you're after, try this.

We call it the chairman of the board.

Oh, we can match your hair color
exactly.

I just don't want to get laughed at.

Mr. Brackman, a man of hair has
credibility, dignity, substance.

It is the bald man who gets laughed at.

How's Grace doing, Michael?

Well, there wasn't any bone damage.

The doctor says the scar will be really
small.

How's she feeling?

She feels okay, I guess. Where is
Douglas? I want to get this meeting

I saw him earlier this morning. Well,
I've got a full schedule today.

Well, I'll see what's keeping him.

Should we get started?

Schachter versus Schachter.

Our guy's not a fighter. Right now, it
looks like he wants to hold to a much

weaker hand. Well, that's too bad.

Can't you do something to get his blood
going a little? I may have just the

thing. People versus hurt.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, this is a dead -bang loser for a
red cell one.

Police? With airtight warrants, find
thick, sky -high marijuana plants

in Israel Hirsch's backyard.

The guy's 80 years old.

Now, I could plead him out on a
misdemeanor possession in a minute, but

wants to go to trial.

Victor, I'm afraid our hands are tied on
this one.

Israel Hirsch's son is our client, Jacob
Hirsch, Hirsch Builders. One of the

largest real estate developers in L .A.

Yeah, well, Hirsch Elder likes to smoke
reefer, and he wants a jury trial so

that he can explain all the reasons why.

Well, the chances are that even if you
lose, the old man won't do any time.

Fine. You can be the one to tell Hirsch,
the younger, if you're wrong.

Stenheiser versus Wooten.

Um, Dr. Wooten still wants to settle,
but the insurance carrier says no, and I

can't say that I blame them, considering
how well the trial is going. Becoming

one of Golden State Casualty's
gunslingers is an enviable position to

Anne. Mucho future business.

That's it.

We have a busy day today. That's it.

Douglas. Douglas, I have to talk to you.

You've got to give it longer than this
before you decide it isn't working.

Before I decide what isn't working?

Your marriage.

It's only been two months since you and
Sheila reconciled. Things are a little

bit delicate for you to be playing
around on the side.

I'm not playing around on the side.

Douglas, come on.

Everyone knows that when a guy gets a
rug, he's got a tootsie waiting in the

wings. I hate to go against popular
wisdom, Arnie, but I assure you there's

tootsie and there's no wings.

Seriously? Yes.

Seriously.

So why the landscaping? I'll tell you
why.

I was standing in a video rental store
in Westwood the other night, looking at

the titles, when I overheard the clerk
direct a customer to where I was

by saying, go over there by the old bald
guy.

Oh, God. The old bald guy?

I'm 41 years old, Arnie.

Pete Rose broke Ty Cobb's record when he
was older than I am.

George Blanda played professional
football for seven years beyond the age

now.

Being bald is like wearing bifocals. You
always look like somebody's uncle.

Boy, that must be real hard on you.

Give it another few years, I guarantee
it'll be every bit as hard on you.

Wait,

what are you talking about?

Your hairline.

It's only headed in one direction, and
that's back.

My hair has always been thin. I'm not
talking about thin, Arnie. I'm talking

about bald, skinhead, chrome dome.

Take a look, because that's what you
have to look forward to.

What are you now, 36, 37?

I had some hair then, too. Enough to
play with, at least.

First of all, I have a lot of time
before this goes. You see this?

This is core hair. It is resistant to
thinning.

Second of all, by the time it does go,
assuming that it does...

They're gonna have a cure.

From what I've read, they're very, very
close to a breakthrough, even now.

Forget it, Arnie. When it goes, it's
gone.

It's true, isn't it?

It's true.

Believe me, it's true.

Well, here's the best I can hope for.

By then, I'll be married.

Got a minute?

Sure. Come on in.

Shaky? No, not particularly.

No? Then you're made of much sterner
stuff than me.

How is that?

Well, if I'd been through what you did,
I would take a little while to recover,

that's all.

Being grazed by a bullet isn't a whole
lot to recover from.

Passing that close to death is, though.
Guess what? We pass that close to death

every day of our lives. You take the
freeway into work, Bruce? Ride in

elevators? Live near a fault line?

All right, if you're fine, you're fine.
I'm fine.

I just want you to know, if you want to
take some time off, you can.

A vacation?

Oh, no, no, no, no. I'd rather tend to
the duties of the office, thank you.

Your choice.

The only time I will need off is to
testify at Kevin Rowland's juvenile

hearing. I know.

I'm going down there with you.

Now, that's really not necessary.

If it's all the same to you, I think
I'll go anyway.

The prosecution has seen fit to ridicule
and belittle Mr. Hersh's claim that his

personal philosophy, combining elements
of Rastafarianism and Hasidic Judaism,

require the smoking of marijuana.

I'll concede that he is by no means your
run -of -the -mill Beverly Hills

homeowner. I'll even concede that he is
an eccentric who likes to sit by the

pool, reading scriptures and smoking
pot.

But is his behavior so threatening to us
that we have to put him in jail?

That strikes me as being more than
extreme, more than inappropriate.

It strikes me as a betrayal of one of
the principles on which this country was

founded, which affords to each of us the
fundamental right to be left alone.

Now, the prosecution will ask you that
you look to the law, and this you must

do.

But I ask of you...

That you look to your hearts as well.

Thank you.

Will you describe for us what happened
to you on the afternoon of February the

10th?

I was walking down the corridor on the
fourth floor of the criminal courts

building when an individual fired at me
with a handgun, striking me in the right

arm. Can you tell us if you see that
individual in this room?

I can.

He's seated right over there.

Had you ever seen him prior to the day
of the shooting?

I saw him at the Walter Buckner trial,
in which I was the prosecuting attorney,

yes. I have no further questions, Your
Honor.

Thank you, Miss Van Owen. You may step
down.

Thank you.

Mr. Norman, may I have your closing
remarks, please?

Your Honor, Kevin Rollins might be a

bad boy, but he's still a boy.

He never intended to murder Miss Van
Owen.

He wanted to frighten her. He winged her
in the arm.

She looks none the worse for it.

And I think now we have to look at his
action for what it was, a rite of

passage. Oh, please. I'm only suggesting
that whatever action is taken not be

unduly harsh.

After all, the role of juvenile court is
correct if not penal, despite Mr.

Kendall's insistence on venting some
personal sense of rage.

Your Honor, if I am taking all of this
personally...

is because there's a hallway full of
Rollins brothers out there that forces

to.

Kevin Rollins obtained a gun, loaded it
with ammunition, stalked Ms. Van Owen,

and shot at her point blank.

Now, what was his intent if not to
commit murder?

If not to have her life extinguished
right then and there? A few inches more

all it would have taken, and the sheet
that covered her as she was taken from

that courthouse would have been all the
way up over her eyes.

Now, if this was a rite of passage, What
was it a passage to?

A more effective weapon?

Truer aim?

Mr. Norman has asked that the sentence
not be unduly harsh, but the reality of

juvenile sentencing is that regardless
of what this court does, Kevin Rollins

will walk in two years.

Now, I think we owe Grace Van Owen a lot
better than that. Because a miracle

prevented his bullet from piercing her
heart, she did not die on that marble

floor.

And I hope that same miracle doesn't
serve to grant Rollins the impunity that

lets him try again.

All right, gentlemen.

I'm prepared to issue my findings.

Based on the evidence presented here, I
find Kevin Rollins to have committed the

acts charged in the petition, namely
assault with intent to murder and

a concealed weapon without a permit. I
find Mr. Rollins to be a ward of this

court.

Pending the probation department report.

Further hearings on the disposition is
set for Friday.

All right.

Thank you. Come on, son. Let's go.

I don't have the file for my next case.
Could you get it for me?

Sweep your arms out and up.

Exhale as the palms come together.

I know it's early, people, but our
bodies are ready to inhale and lift and

slowly extend your torso over your left
leg.

Reach. Use your stomach muscles.

Now relax and let the weight of your
body open up your torso.

Now slowly turn onto your left side.

Take your right arm, let it reach way
over, and spread.

Okay? Now slowly turn, place your chest
back onto your thigh, and relax and

breathe.

Now put your palms on either side of
your leg and slowly lift your body up.

A little sore.

And the ego?

Hey, it's Shannon. Remember me?

I tried to do something about my
predicament.

And all I've managed is to humiliate
myself.

What exactly is your predicament?

Being bald, getting older.

Let's face it, it's not an encouraging
picture.

Well, sort of dying. There's not much
you can do about getting older.

As for being bald, I don't see why you
have to do anything at all.

Take a good look at me, Shannon.

Am I the sort of man women would be
attracted to?

I think I proved that already, haven't
I?

You did, didn't you?

Looks have never been what's most
important to me, Douglas. I see people's

bodies every day.

Tall, short, skinny, fat, blonde, dark,
bald.

I'm a whole lot more interested in the
way a person is inside than outside.

And believe me, Your outsides aren't
bad.

Would you ever consider the possibility
of entering into

another liaison?

All right.

You're more involved with your wife than
you think you are. And I'm involved

with someone else, Mom.

Seriously involved?

Well, let's see.

He's a really sweet guy.

We have a lot of fun together, and I'm
happy.

Well... I'm glad.

Oh, here he is now.

Douglas, I'd like you to meet Axel.

Leon, first, it pains me to do this. I
have to confirm your worst fears.

Your wife is having an affair.

A private investigator brought back
photographs.

May I see them? I don't think that you
really want to.

I feel I at least have to look at them.

It's Richard. You know the guy?

He's the cabinetmaker who did the work
in our kitchen.

I really like him, too. It's funny.

Do you suspect that the two of them have
been tapping into any funds? No.

Richard's not a money guy. He's an
artist.

You should see the cabinet work he did
in our kitchen. Leaving him out of it,

then, at least we're agreed that Nancy's
a little bit less than the most worthy

object of your largest.

Arnie, all I wanted to be was fair with
her before I saw the pictures.

Having seen them hasn't really changed
that. Leon, what you have been proposing

isn't being fair.

It's being a chump. Your holdings in the
Gerhardt Fund were yours before you

ever married, and there's no reason on
God's green earth they should be hers

after she's abandoned you any more than
the house should.

Well, she really hasn't abandoned me.
She betrayed you. She cuckolded you.

Leon, take a look at where those
photographs were taken. She didn't even

the decency to sneak off and go to a
motel. They were taken right in your

the home you provided her with.

The home she's tried to snag for her
very own. I probably have to bear some

the blame in all this.

Why? I may not have been as attentive as
I could have been to some of her needs.

I think the demands of making a living
tended to crowd other things out.

It's all kind of ironic, though, since
the main reason I had for selling the

business was because I wanted to spend
more time with Nancy.

With all due respect, Leon, I don't
think she was exactly starved for

companionship. There was obviously
something I wasn't giving her.

Leon, you don't owe her your own
impoverishment.

She's not entitled to be rewarded for
her faithlessness with riches.

I really don't want to get into it.

Things can really get out of hand if you
let them. Now, I'd rather we settle

this whole business as quietly as
possible.

I'll live with it easier than I will.

Can I stamp your parking ticket, Mr.
Shacktooth?

Oh, thank you. I appreciate it. Sorry.

I guess Arnie's annoyed at me.

Arnie just likes to get the best
possible results for a client, that's

I know I should be mad at her.

I just feel like I'm better off putting
it all behind me.

I, uh... I know this is none of my
business.

And please, tell me to butt out if you
want me to.

But I think sometimes it's dangerous not
to get angry.

I don't want to sound like I've got it
all figured out or anything, but if you

think you've been wronged, you have to
speak up.

You have to do something to set things
right. What about forgive and forget?

You can't forgive someone whom you've
never blamed.

I don't say Nancy's right for what she
did.

I'm not telling you what you should
feel.

If what your wife's done doesn't make
you mad, that's all right.

You people...

react to things differently.

All I'm saying is that... is that if it
does, you shouldn't be afraid to express

it.

I hope I'm not out of line, but... would
you consider having dinner with me

tonight?

All rise.

Be seated.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

We find the defendant, Israel Hirsch,
guilty.

So say you all.

So say us all.

The defendant's bail is continued.

Sentencing is set for March 5th.

Well, I tell you, Mr. Hirsch, it was a
tough case to win.

The poet is a prince of the clouds.

Haunting the tempest and laughing at the
archer.

Exiled on earth among the shouting
people.

Counselor, in my father's house.

I meant the image.

Mr.

Fuentes, may I speak to you a moment?

Sure.

I'm sorry about the verdict.

Oh, well, it was your call.

Well, after the judge's instructions, we
just felt we didn't have any choice.

But it sounds like the judge isn't going
to give him any time, though. Well,

we'll see.

Look, I don't know exactly how to say
this, but you made what could have been

dull couple of days really very
interesting.

You made me think of things I wouldn't
have thought of otherwise.

And I just want to tell you it's
appreciated.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

I've always been fascinated by lawyers.

I think it's watching the way they stake
out a courtroom or watching them cross

-examine a witness. It looks more
glamorous than it actually is.

Yeah?

Look, I don't suppose that since the
random chance of jury duty has sort of

thrown us together...

Would you perhaps consider having a bite
of lunch together?

Would you? Yeah, I'd consider that.

Good.

I want you to know I'm not in the habit
of asking men out. I wouldn't imagine

that you would have to.

Thank you.

That's really very nice.

So, what made you do it this time?

I guess it was watching you work.

Sometimes I think I'd like to go to law
school myself.

Really?

You think you'd want to be a lawyer?

Oh, I don't know.

The way you cross -examine that police
officer, boring in again and again until

you expose them and then going in for
the kill.

I can tell you really enjoy your work.

Yeah, I do. I really do.

Most of the time, anyway.

Well, I think that's important.

I like being around people who enjoy
their work.

Let me ask you something.

How would you feel about going out
sometime?

As in date?

I think I'd like that, Victor.

I've read the report on Kevin Rollins
from the probation department, and it

presents far from a pretty picture.

An arrest record that you would expect
from a career criminal, twice Kevin's

age. Possession of a controlled
substance with intent to distribute.

Illegal possession of firearms, armed
robbery.

He's been expelled from school for
assaulting a teacher with a studded

Home life is certainly not encouraging.

Father abandoned mother, mother on
methadone maintenance.

Kevin, do you have anything to say?

I got nothing to say to you.

You realize that I'm about to send you
away.

So what? My voice is everywhere.

You think I'm scared to get sent up
someplace?

No, Kevin. I don't think that you're
scared of anything.

I'm not scared of anything you can do to
me.

That's for damn sure.

Can you tell us why you did what you
did?

She messed with my man.

Do you understand that it was her job to
prosecute Mr. Buckner because he was

accused of killing someone?

She did her job.

I did my job.

Now you do your job.

All right, Kevin. I will do my job.

I commit you to the jurisdiction of the
California Youth Authority until the age

of 24.

It is my profound hope that something or
someone intervenes between now and then

to open your eyes to the possibility of
being something other than a criminal.

If not for your benefit, then for all of
ours.

It's all the same to me.

Let's go.

You know, I had a pretty terrific time
tonight.

I had a pretty terrific time myself.

Really? Really.

It's funny because this is the sort of
thing I'm normally not very good at.

You're doing pretty good so far in my
book.

Let's face it, Roxanne, I'm not a suave
guy.

Cleo, I think you can trust me to draw
my own conclusions.

You know, the best part of my coming to
Mackenzie Brackman is that I've gotten

to meet you.

I guess being a secretary there has...

It's benefits as well.

So what do I do now?

You kiss me goodnight.

Can I call you sometime so we can go out
again?

Yes, you can.

But tomorrow night.

Goodnight.

Thanks. Your bodyguard's going to be
five minutes late. Traffic.

Great.

How the hell is this bozo supposed to
protect me if he can't even negotiate

morning rush hour?

Hey, don't kill the messenger.

Sorry. This whole thing is ridiculous.

Well, let's hope so.

I don't need a bodyguard. Well, you
probably don't. But a uniform presence

hurt for a few more days.

It's an invasion of my privacy, Michael.
I don't like it. Yeah?

Well, a 13 -year -old wacko with a 38 is
also an invasion of your privacy.

Grace, I'm a little concerned that
you're not more worried about this.

Michael, if they can get to the
President of the United States, they can

hell get to me.

I refuse to worry about something I
can't control.

To hell with this. I'm going.

No, you're not.

Oh, yeah?

Watch me.

Grace, you are behaving like a child.

If I am, it's because everyone is
treating me like one. Why are we

about this?

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

Look, if you won't worry about yourself,
at least do this for me, okay?

Okay, Daddy.

There's my girl.

If I'm good, do you take me to
Disneyland?

How about one of those waterbed motels
on Ventura Boulevard?

That's good, too.

Mm -hmm.

Mm -hmm.

There he is.

Gotta go.

Yeah, well, have a reasonably pleasant
day. Yeah, thanks.

And, um... Don't forget about the sleazy
motel.

Um... Reservations for three.

Right.

Arnie. For the most part, I think you're
being quite fair.

But by the same token, I think Nancy's
also being fair.

The New York apartment is something
she's grown attached to.

She's giving that up. It was never hers
to give up. That apartment is Leon's

separate property.

Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. I don't
want to argue that now.

The point is to require Nancy to pick up
the taxes, utilities, and insurance on

the Palisades house just because she's
occupying it. Strikes me as most unjust.

What was her contribution to the
acquisition of that house that she's

be occupying? I hope you're not just
talking dollars and cents again.

Look, I feel like we're moving
backwards.

Leon, I thought you said you wanted me
to have the house, didn't you? You're

getting the house.

Well, how long do you think I'm going to
keep it if I have to pay for its

upkeep? It is a practical consideration,
Leon. If she can't afford the

maintenance on the house, she can sell
the house. She can take the money and

a house she can't afford.

Oh, wait a minute.

I'm operating here under the assumption
that there's at least some recognition

on Leon's part that this house holds a
very special, sentimental place in

Nancy's heart. This was the marital
home.

I can't believe that you would see me
lose that house.

After all I went through with that
renovation.

Who picked out stencil floor patterns?

Who went through custom mixing wall
colors for six weeks? Or meeting with

architect or the contractors? Did you?

Your accountant might have signed the
checks.

But I put my heart and soul into that
house.

Oh, I know. You put a great deal into
that house.

And not just your heart and soul,
either.

Judge, what is that supposed to mean?

What it means is that adultery, like a
spiral staircase, adds to the cost of

construction. And my costs have become
too much to bear. Now, I've been sitting

here listening to you, and you know
something?

You're not getting the house.

What we're going to do is sell the house
and then split the proceeds after I

first get back whatever separate
property I sunk into it. Leon, I'm going

shock. What are you telling me now?

I thought that we were going to behave
like human beings in this.

That's just what I'm doing.

You know, I'm sentimental about that
house, too. I remember when we found it

together. I remember going out with you
to buy furniture, and that certainly was

your house. I wouldn't deny it for a
minute.

But it was also mine.

And you betrayed me there.

You gave yourself to another man, and
you did it in my bed. Now, if I could

that house, I would, until it was ashes
on the ground.

And then I'd salt the earth so nothing
could grow.

Arnie will handle the rest of the
settlement if there are any problems.

We all know where the courthouse is.

Excuse me.

Leon. Hi.

Are you all right? I feel good.

You should.

You showed a lot of strength in there.

You gave it to me.

Oh, no.

I think you had it all along.

We're on for tonight, right?

Absolutely.

Oh, God, excuse me, Douglas. I'm sorry.
It's all right, Stuart.

I'm going to wear this. I have to get
used to it.

I can't be terrorized by the thought of
people knowing.

Sounds sensible.

Stuart, let me ask you a question.

Do you think this looks foolish?

No, I definitely do not think it looks
foolish.

Would you wear one?

No. No, I wouldn't.

You'd go bald instead?

I don't think there's any great shame in
being bald, Douglas. There's certainly

no great advantage to it either.

Yeah, well, I guess I had to take those
things as they come, yeah.

But you don't think I look foolish?

I think the only thing that looks
foolish is acting in a way that makes

uncomfortable.

Being bald adds ten years to your age.

And worrying about it takes ten years
off your life.

Douglas, we're all getting older.

So we got planned it, yeah.

What's the good word, Victor?

Night.

Oh, the good word is that I have a date
tomorrow night, and I think a long laugh

might finally lead to something.

Oh, yeah? Who is she?

She was serving on the hearse bureau.

Systems analyst.

She likes Chinese food, going to the
movies, dancing, and roller skating in

Venice on the weekends.

Oh, sounds like a playmate of the month.

Well, I tell you, she is, uh, good
-looking.

But I think the thing I like most about
her is that she seems to be a real girl

-next -door type, you know?

I guess what I'm looking for most is
just a little companionship.

Companionship is tough to find, Victor.

You found it.

Yeah, I guess I did.

Where did you used to take Gracie?

Let's see.

La Chardonnay was the scene of some of
our first dates.

Oh, I heard about that. It's nice, huh?
It's real pretty.

I'll make a reservation.

I think we are going to hit it off.

Well, I called them and they're booked
solid for the next six weekends.

Well, let's go someplace else. It
doesn't really matter.

I don't care if we go to Encino as long
as we get away.

Thanks. Can I have a little ketchup? Mm
-hmm.

Is that all you're going to eat?

That's it.

Boy, it really is a man's world, isn't
it?

I trust you're going to explain that
remark.

A woman can never let up.

How will she look in pants? How will she
look in a skirt?

How will she look if, God forbid, she
has to go to the beach?

She peers into the mirror looking for
any signs that she might be growing

agonizing over everything from the
profile of her chin to the diameter of

ankles. But a man can just scarf down
his french fries, put his hands in his

pockets and stroll out the door.

I don't buy it, Anna.

Men can be just as obsessed with their
inadequacies, or pardon me, their

imagined inadequacies as women.

You don't think I've had a few anxious
moments looking at this face in the

mirror?

You used to it?

Yeah.

You seem to me to be more at ease with
yourself than anyone I know.

It wasn't always that way.

But I figure by 40 a man has the face he
deserves.

I just hope by the time I'm 40 you'll be
as happy with my face as you are with

your own.

Are you kidding?

No, I'm not. I may even be 50 one day.

I just hope you're 50 with me.

And 60.

And 70.

Ann, the things I love about you don't
go away with age.

You'll be just as able to make me laugh
then as you are now, right?

And calm me down and get me excited and
drive me crazy.

That's why I love you.

Not because of the way you look in
pants.

You don't like the way I look in pants?

Can we look at a dessert menu, please?

Hi, Conrad.

What can I do for you? I wanted to see
if we can't do a little house cleaning.

Starting, say, with LeShack.

Otherwise known as Fat Dave.

I'm not saying he's a saint, but it's a
shaky raft. The cops searched the trunk

of his car. Now, maybe they had probable
cause. Maybe they didn't. It's a

question mark.

What are you looking for?

Thelonious assault to misdemeanor
assault, burglary to trespassing. Now,

the facts, I don't think I'm being all
that out of line. See, LeShack... You

agree?

I just said okay, didn't I?

Fantastic.

That wasn't so painful, was it?

Is that it?

Well, since I'm catching on a good day,
what about Alma Rodriguez?

Now, we knock it down to petty theft so
that with credit for time served, she

gets released on probation. What do you
say?

Sure.

All right, Scott Douglas, you're bald.

I think a lot of men look much better
without hair.

Like who?

Sean Connery?

Robert Duvall?

John Glenn? Y .A. Tittle?

Well, it comes right down to it. Hair is
a little iffy. I mean, the castrati

never lost their hair.

The castrati?

You know, with the high voices.

People generally associate baldness with
a high testosterone count. At least

that's what women tell me.

Well, no woman has ever told me that,
Arnie.

Mike, you've got a full head of hair.

They don't want to hurt you. No, you
pick this one.

All right.

All right.

Okay.

Yeah. Pick me up at eight.

I'll see you then.

Bye.

That wouldn't be eight o 'clock this
evening you're referring to, would it?

Yeah, it would. Why?

Well, I was hoping that we could knock
out the Romani separation agreement

tonight. Oh, I can't tonight, honey.

I've got plans.

Anyone I know?

Beyond chapter.

Come into my office for a minute,
Roxanne.

Rocks, what are we talking about vis -a
-vis you and Leon?

Is this a dinner with friendly chat,
warm, supportive conversation leading to

spontaneous sexual fling?

Or are we into deep eyeball gazing here?

Arnie, I'll let you know.

Rocks, close the door.

Look.

Leon is a sweet guy. I'm well aware of
that.

But what I want you to be aware of is
that he's also in a state of flux

emotionally, and that deserves some
caution.

Rox, you are the textbook transitional
woman, and I just don't want to see your

heart broken when Leon's ready to move
on.

Arnie, guys like that, they're an
absolute bundle of need. They have a

void in their own lives which they want
for you to step in and fill.

Look, Rox, I'm not trying to knock Leon.

It's just that I don't want to see
you...

expend yourself on someone who's going
to be a chronic dependent.

That's all.

Arnie, I don't see Leon that way.

I see him as a sweet, considerate man
who I am very much interested in

spending time with.

I disagree with your opinion of him.

But if what you say proves to be right,
I'll deal with it.

When the time comes.

Do you want to see me, Bruce?

Come on in, Grace.

Sit down.

Coffee?

No, thanks.

How are you feeling?

Bruce. I'm asking you. And I'm telling
you, I'm fine.

So, thank you for your concern, and I'd
like to get back to work.

I know you would, but I can't let you.

Whether you care to admit it or not,
that punk's bullet wounded more than

arm. He got to you, and he got to you
deep.

Isn't psychoanalysis a little outside
your area of expertise?

Yes, it is.

But running the DA's office isn't.

And I've got some real problems with
your performance, lady.

Such as?

You're cutting deals like a general
amnesty was declared.

I can't allow that to continue.

That's a lot of crap.

Don't tell me it's a lot of crap.

You knocked 11 felonies down to
misdemeanors last week. You dropped the

on two cases altogether.

Both with solid arrests.

I thought I had some discretion around
here. I thought I was supposed to use my

judgment. Is this judgment or fear?

Now you've got defense lawyers lining up
to get into your office because the

word is out that you're gun -shy. I
can't allow this office to roll over

you're scared to death to set foot in a
courtroom.

If I do that, Rollins will have taken
down a good deal more than Grace Van

Until further notice, you're on the
desk.

Rollins didn't take me down, Bruce.
You're doing it.

I don't deserve this. It isn't a
punishment.

The hell it isn't.

I have clocked as many hours in here as
anyone else, both before and after the

shooting. In return, I get second
-guessed and humiliated.

You've lost your strength.

I want it back.

It feels like the only thing I've lost
is my job.

Hey. Hi.

I was just on my way to pick you up.
Well, I got done with work early, and I

called your secretary to find out where
you'd be.

Oh, I was really hoping I'd get another
chance to watch you work. Oh, I'm sorry

to disappoint you.

I was just filing a motion.

Oh.

We have the whole courtroom to
ourselves.

Yeah?

Our reservations aren't until 7 .30, so
I thought maybe we can go for a drive or

something.

Actually, you know what would really be
interesting?

What?

I'd like to see what it's like to be
cross -examined.

What do you mean?

Well, I'll be the defendant, and I want
you to interrogate me.

I want to see if you can strip away my
composure.

I don't know.

Oh, come on.

Come on.

Let's say I stand accused of, oh, I
don't know, prostitution.

I don't understand. You want me to make
this up as I go along?

Oh, come on. You know what to do.

You were standing on the corner of
Hollywood and Ivar at about 3 a .m.,

that true?

Yeah. I go there sometimes.

Describe what you were wearing.

Satin shorts, Lorax tights, seven -inch
heels, and a tank

top that said, so many men, so little
time.

Come on.

Isn't it a fact that you approached a
certain car that stopped for a light on

Ivar? I might have.

And didn't you offer to perform various
sexual acts in return for money?

Oh, my God.

You're calling me a whore.

Gwen. In front of all these people,
you're calling me a whore.

You're saying I performed sexual acts on
men whose names I didn't even know.

Gwen. Dozens of men each day.

What did I do to them?

Say it out loud. Say it out loud.

Violate me, Victor.

Violate me until they throw me down into
that cell and the jailer locks the

door. Treat me like the whore that I am.

Oh, I forgot.

You're not like the rest.

You won't be slobbering over me in the
car later after you've bought me a quick

meal.

Romance is a lie, jerk!

I put six years into that office.

It doesn't count for a thing.

I could have been making three times the
money I'm making now, but instead, I've

got close to nothing in the bank.

And I can stand back to work for my
trouble.

You really think that's what Rogoff's
doing? Yeah, I do.

You have an alternate interpretation you
want to give me?

Yeah.

I think he sees that you were shaken,
and he's trying to help. Do me a favor,

Cusack. Don't you start wringing your
hands over me.

I've had enough to hear with all this
solemn, paternalistic clucking.

That kid turned that corridor into a war
zone, Gracie.

Getting shot is not nothing. Now, wait a
minute. I'm the one who got shot.

Don't you tell me what it is and what it
isn't. I don't need a nursemaid.

I don't need for you to be sitting there
staring at me like I was some orphan at

Christmas time.

I got hit by a bullet. Okay, that's what
happened.

The doctor treated the wound. The whole
thing will be healed in another week and

a half.

My life doesn't have to change one bit.
Do you understand that? Not one bit.

I do not need a shrink.

I do not need a vacation.

I do not need to eat. I do not need to
break down. Grace. No.

Grace.

Grace.

Michael, I'm so scared.