All language subtitles for LA Law s02e16 Fetus Completus

Previously on L .A. Law.

Your mother?

She's gone.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

On the distant peaks of this world's
horizon.

For life goes on. What are you doing?

No death.

Who are you?

I'm your brother.

Gordon. A devotion to loved ones.

Attorney Michael Greenbaum, representing
the co -defendant in this matter, has

apparently taken ill and can't continue.

So we're going to have to suspend our
trial schedule temporarily until we

appoint somebody else.

I want somebody with murder one
experience.

Well, I don't know if she'd be
interested, but I could ask former

Grace Van Owen. She's done plenty of
capital cases.

So what do you say? Will you do it?

It'd be fun to work together, wouldn't
it? Yes, it would.

I wish you well, Douglas.

And if you're ever in Seattle, if you
feel like looking me up, I'd be honored.

Wait!

What do you do in Seattle?

I'm a psychotherapist.

Have you ever given yourself to him?

Not given in.

But really given.

I want to try.

Me too.

Please, Miss Van Olden.

I'm begging you.

Take my case, please. I didn't do
anything. I'm taking your case, Tom.

No positive ID, no trace of the gun, and
the priors are inadmissible?

Well, except to impeach. So if we don't
put our guys in the stand, the jury will

never know about the other holdup.

May I start this meeting by taking a
moment to say how in the hustle -bustle

our busy lives, it's so easy for the
intimacy and the sharing to be lost.

I just want you to know that you all
mean a great deal to me.

That said, Wochuk versus City of
Industry Press.

Copyright infringement. We just received
their interrogatories.

Michael, how goes your murder case?

It goes. No significant differences in
strategy between you and Grace?

Not yet.

Are we looking at a lengthy trial here?

I don't think so. Neither of us is
letting our client testify.

Excellent. Arnold.

Lieber versus Lieber. He's lost 30
pounds. Now she's campaigning for

reconciliation.

Stay tuned.

Apropos of which, I'd like a moment of
your time this morning to discuss

Brackman versus Brackman.

Granted. Finally, in re, Tracy A.

Dr. Lawrence and I are meeting with the
hospital administrators this morning.

I'm sorry, but I can't believe you've
taken this case on.

I've taken it on.

Because Dr.

Lawrence's medical group is our client.

As a woman, how can you justify getting
a court order to prematurely deliver

this baby against her will? Must we
endlessly debate this? I would think

you of all people wouldn't be siding
with the right to lifers on this one.

is not an abortion case, Arnold. And I'm
surprised at you for not seeing the

difference. You've got a pregnant woman
in the late stages of acute terminal

leukemia who refuses at giant risk to
her child to let the doctor deliver four

weeks early by cesarean. Anne, it's her
body, and she has a right to make that

call. An eight -month -old fetus in
utero or out.

has rights too. No. Civil rights do not
vest until you're born. Oh, please.

We're talking about an infant with a
better chance right now at survival

its mother than inside. At the cost of
the mother's life. The mother is

terminal. So it's okay for the court to
issue an order which in effect sentences

this woman to die by C -section?

I think we're adjourned.

Douglas, I want you to be the first to
know. Know what?

I'm in love.

Really? Who's the lucky woman?

Sheila Brackman.

I know what you're thinking, but it's
true.

She's been throwing pots.

Really? And we're talking again.

Really communicating.

Really sharing.

What brought all this on? She's made a
major breakthrough, psychology -wise.

And we're seriously considering
recommitting to each other marriage

fidelity -wise, sex -wise. That's great,
Douglas. That's really great.

So, I was thinking we might want to
cancel our settlement meeting.

This is where I'm going to have to
disagree, Douglas. Look, if the two of

are getting back on the treadmill, what
better form than a settlement conference

in which to test your newfound
communication?

I suppose there is some wisdom in that.

I just don't want an adversarial
proceeding.

Nothing will make me happier than to see
you happy, Douglas.

Thank you, my friend.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, but if we force a C -section
on a woman against her will, we're

looking at major litigation.

The court will be doing the forcing, Mr.
Goodwin, not you. We just need the

hospital's support.

Our lawyers tell us that we are not
totally insulated by a court order.

We still run the risk of liability to
the extent that we help get that court

order if it's later reversed. Is that
all you think about? Legal liability?

Bradley, we... This is why we have
insurance for God's sake. No, this is

than a matter of insurance, Bradley.

Our concern here is... Your only concern
is exposure, and I find that

reprehensible. All you can think about
is negative publicity and higher

premiums. We're talking about saving a
human life. What we're talking about

here, Doctor, is a hospital being asked
to trample the legal rights of a

patient.

Even if the operation is a complete
success, we're still staring at a

with big numbers, probably sponsored by
the ACLU.

Now, if either the mother or the fetus
should die during the procedure, and

that's a very real possibility, we are
going to be faced with catastrophic

damages. Mr. Goodwin. On the other hand,
if we do nothing and the mother dies of

leukemia, our exposure on her death is
zero.

Now, as for the infant's death... We're
told that a fetus has no cause of action

for wrongful death. This is no fetus,
mister. This is a viable baby girl who

also a patient in your hospital, and you
have a duty of care to... Our attorneys

tell us that a fetus has no legal rights
before it's born. You're worried about

liability, Mr. Goodwin. How's this for a
scare?

According to Dr. Lawrence, the longer
that baby is left in utero, the more

being oxygen -starved. She could be born
alive with permanent brain damage.

I emphasize the word alive, Mr. Goodwin,
as in lifelong physical and mental

suffering. That is a lawsuit that will
shut your doors, and I'll take the case

for free.

We will not support your position on
this, Miss Kelsey.

Then I'll get the court order without
you.

Come on, Bradley.

We'll be back.

Come on, Gracie.

Cop to murder, too, and take the day
off.

Thanks, but no thanks.

You really want to risk the death
penalty with a 19 -year -old kid?

You've got no eyewitnesses to the crime.
You can't trace the weapon. No gunshot

residue on a pair of gloves. You can't
prove belonged to either boy. I'll take

my chances. Hey, Gracie.

How many years we worked together
putting scum like this away, huh?

You and I both know they did it. Let's
not waste time. I'm not the DA on this,

Walt. I am a defense attorney.

And if I were still in the department, I
probably wouldn't even prosecute this

loser. Well, it might not be open and
shut, but it is no loser. I wouldn't be

involved. Really? Then how come you're
squirming for a last -minute plea?

Don't you underestimate me, Grace.

I'm going to get these guys.

The evidence will show that the
defendant, Andrew Prescott,

walked into Leo Madison's corner
convenience store.

At midnight, January 7th, 1988, he
rested the barrel of a sawed

-off shotgun against Mr. Madison's left
temple, and then, after cleaning out the

cash register, pulled the trigger.

And a 63 -year -old grandfather was
suddenly, brutally dead.

Mr. Prescott then ran out of the store,
where he was seen...

by a witness jumping into a car driven
by that man, Thomas Mullaney.

You will be shown the gun that was found
in the store.

We will present to you a pair of black
gloves that Mr. Prescott was seen

throwing into a storm drain two miles
from the scene.

And you will be told that when the
police arrived at the store, they found

Madison in a pool of blood.

His brains splattered against the back
wall with virtually no face left.

I warn you, the evidence will sometimes
be graphic. And I apologize to you if

during the course of this trial I should
cause any of you to feel squeamish.

But homicide is sickening, ladies and
gentlemen.

And this trial is about a cold -blooded,
brutal murder.

Douglas. I brought you a present.

Um, it's kind of not a great time right
now.

Fifty pounds of wet clay from Westwood
Potters.

Uh, Douglas, I'm really in the middle of
something. I appreciate that, and I

have no wish to intrude on your creative
process, but I'm standing here getting

a hernia.

Go away.

It's okay, Sheila. Let him in.

Gordon? Is that Gordon?

Yes. I'm glad you're here.

I tried calling you. Your hotel.

What is going on here?

We're throwing pot.

Naked? Yeah.

You ought to give it a try.

Come on.

Jump out of that suit. Plunge in. Come
on. Get out!

Okay. You're threatened.

Let's talk about it. Out now!

You get out, Douglas! This is my face!
Which I own.

I want him out! I knew it. I knew he
would try to destroy everything.

Sheila, what did we talk about? Release.

I can't. I can't. He's a pagan. I hate
him. Douglas, I think you're

to what is really a very loving and
innocent expression of the creative

Now, come on. If you just roll up your
sleeves and throw a potter to yourself.

Good idea.

Douglas, don't be scared.

You're right. I like it. I work.

Yeah. Vent it.

Let it out. He's enjoying it.

Yeah.

Yeah. Faster.

Yes.

Oh, yes.

I

want

an injunction.

I don't want him near my house, Sheila's
loft.

Hold on. And call Ivan McCary.

I'm not paying the mortgage. I'm turning
off the electricity.

She's not getting another dime. Idle
threats may make you feel better,

but Sheila is going to go into court,
get a support order, and we are going to

be right back where we started. I don't
care.

I want to crush them. Then let's crush
them constructively.

How?

First, I'm going to do a complete
background check on this guy. Plus, I'm

to contact the American Psychoanalytic
Association.

We may have grounds for a fat
malpractice suit here.

Good. What else?

It'll be ugly and expensive.

I don't care.

Until now, I've only talked to McCary
about money.

If you want to drop a bomb at the
settlement conference tomorrow, I say we

the kids into play.

File for custody on grounds she's not
fit to be a mother.

Yes. I like it.

Do it.

Okay.

I show you this jacket marked People's
Exhibit 3 and ask you if you recognize

it. Yes.

It's the jacket that he was wearing when
he came running out of the store.

Let the record reflect that the witness
has once again indicated the defendant,

Andrew Prescott. Now, you're absolutely
sure that this is the same jacket you

saw that night?

Definitely. I remember that rip on the
back.

Yes, that's the exact tear I saw that
night. Thank you.

Nothing further.

No.

You never saw his face, did you?

No, I didn't. Thank you, Miss Salter.
Nothing further?

You say the man jumped into a car, Miss
Salter. What kind of car?

I don't know. It was a big car.

Brown? Blue? Black?

Two -door? Four -door? I don't know. It
screeched away very fast after the man

got in. And you never saw the driver,
did you?

No. For all you know, the driver could
have been me.

Yes. In fact, you don't know that the
driver wasn't me, do you?

No. No, I don't.

No further questions.

Dr. Lawrence.

How can you do this to her?

To us? Chris, believe me. If for one
moment I thought there was any other

any chance at all for that baby... This
is not about the baby.

This is about you.

Deciding who lives and who dies.

I can't stand by unless they both die.

Who says they will?

Who the hell are you, God?

All I am is a doctor. Two patients
trying to figure out what's right.

right? is that you mind your own damn
business.

What's wrong is going into that
courtroom looking for a death sentence

wife. Counselor, please.

Come on, Chris.

We're not going to settle it out here.

From what you're telling me, this
operation could kill the mother.

The mother is going to die before full
term anyway, Your Honor. That much is a

medical certainty.

There is no such thing. It could be
today or a week from today, but she is

terminal. The only question here is
whether we're going to have one death or

two. There is no chance of the baby
getting leukemia, Your Honor. The blood

supplies are separate. That's not the
issue, Your Honor. The mother's system

shutting down.

If we don't get that baby out fast, it
will die.

According to who? The same doctors who
told Tracy she'd be dead a month ago?

Miss Kelsey, what if the mother...

doesn't die before the onset of labor.

According to Dr. Lawrence, it's highly
doubtful she could survive labor, Your

Honor. And it's virtually certain she'll
not survive a cesarean. In the last 12

hours alone, her condition has worsened,
Your Honor. If my client dies, they can

go in then. But they have no right to
invade her body. The odds against a

successful post -mortem delivery are
prohibitive, Your Honor. Do you call it

successful when a mother dies on the
table? That's enough. Your Honor, I

mean to dismiss the emotional arguments
made by Mr. O 'Keefe.

But if you don't issue that court order,
a viable life...

an innocent baby girl will be dead.

And we're talking about a death that's
avoidable with one swing of your gavel.

Mr. Arnett, help me out here, will you?

I have to think you want this baby.

Of course I want it, Judge.

But they're asking... They're asking me
to give permission to end Tracy's life.

I can't do that.

But according to the medical evidence,
Mr. Arnett...

Her life is going to end very soon.

She feels in her heart that she can hang
on, Your Honor.

She feels as a mother that she can fight
off this disease long enough to take

the baby to term.

And lawyers and doctors keep telling her
that she doesn't have the right to try.

And they're trying to rob her.

Of the very moment that is keeping her
alive.

The moment when she gets to give birth.

To give life.

They want to kill her before she could
ever know that joy.

And I just can't let them.

She doesn't want to die yet, Your Honor.

She wants to keep fighting.

I'll take this under advisement and make
my ruling as quickly as possible.

I'm, uh, I'm nervous about the red
jacket, Mickey.

It takes more than a jacket ID to get a
murder conviction.

A red jacket with a distinctive grip. It
does a good job of placing them at the

scene. Trouble is, Gracie, you're still
thinking like a DA. Remember, they've

got to prove guilt beyond a reasonable
doubt. I know it's the word reasonable

that worries me.

And you are sure that these are the same
two men that you saw sitting in that

car on the night of January 7th?

I'm positive it was Thomas Mullaney in
the driver's seat. As for the other

fellow, I could only make out the red
jacket when he got out of the car.

And what did he do when he got out of
the car?

He threw what looked like a pair of
gloves into the storm drain.

Then he got back in the car and they
drove away.

Thank you, sir.

That's all.

You said the man threw what looked like
a pair of gloves into the storm drain.

Yes. You positive that they were gloves?

Positive, no, but I... And you didn't
see the man's face, correct?

That's correct.

No further questions.

I have no questions for this witness.

Your Honor, a ten -minute recess to
confer with co -counsel?

Very well. This court will convene in
ten minutes.

Why didn't you cross -examine?

I've got nothing to cross him on. It
doesn't matter. If you don't ask

you're basically admitting to the jury
that there's nothing to question.

You use your strategies, I'll use mine,
Counselor.

Grace, now what is going on here?

I'm thinking of having my client
testify.

Oh, are you crazy?

The first witness clearly put your guy
at the scene.

This witness just as clearly put my
client with your guy. Yeah, but that

mean that you have to put him under...
It means their circumstantial evidence

suddenly good circumstantial evidence.

The jury knows Thomas Mullaney was
there, Michael. He's got to give an

explanation. Otherwise, they're going to
assume... So what explanation?

The truth. That he just sat in the car.
That he didn't know... No, if he says

that, then my guy is dead.

I'm sorry, Michael, but your client
can't be my concern. I have to do what's

best for Melania. For God's sake, Grace,
we agreed not to put them on the stand.

Because we thought there was no need.
But after what I've seen... No!

You're not going to do this.

Hey, you're the one who roped me into
this.

And now that I am a defense attorney,
I'm going to damn well defend my client.

Fine, but let me tell you what I'm going
to do. I'm bringing a motion for

separate trials right now because as far
as my client is concerned, you think as

co -counsel.

Do whatever you want.

And, uh...

I just stayed in the car while Andy got
out.

I didn't even turn the engine off.

Your Honor, I renew my motion to sever.
I object.

Counsel, approach.

Mr. Cusack. Your Honor, our defense
strategies are so incompatible. I gave

my ruling on this yesterday.

It's too late to sever.

I know, Judge, but I'm asking for a
reconsideration here. You're not going

get one.

Your Honor. Your objection is preserved
for appeal.

Now step back and proceed, everybody.

Mr. Mullaney, what happened after Mr.
Prescott entered the store?

Objection. Assuming facts, not an
evidence.

Sustained. Did Mr.

Prescott enter the store? Objection.
Leading. Where did Mr. Prescott go?

Into the store.

Did you know why he went into the store?
No, I thought... Objection. Asked and

answered. He said no. I am trying to
establish the witness's state of mind.

she didn't ask that. I am asking it now.

The witness can answer the question.

Um, I thought he was going in the store
to buy beer.

I'd even given him money for it. And
what happened next?

Well, the next thing I know, he hops
back in the car.

Kind of, kind of freaked.

He tells me that... Objection.

Hearsay. Admission, Your Honor.
Exception to the hearsay rule.

Objection is overruled. But this is
not... I said overruled, Mr. Cusack.

What did Mr. Prescott say when he got
back into the car?

He told me he shot the store owner and
he thought he was dead. He's lying.

Sit down, Mr. Prescott. I never said
anything like that. I said sit down.

Mr. Mullaney, what did you do after Mr.
Prescott said this to you?

Well, at first, I couldn't believe it. I
mean, I didn't even know he had a gun.

I never even saw a gun.

Then Andy started screaming, take off,
take off.

So, so I did.

We were, we were, we were so freaked
out.

We, we had to get a grip, you know.

Thank you.

I have nothing further.

Mr. Mullaney, on July 10th, 1986, you
were convicted of breaking and entering

burglary. Isn't that correct? Offered to
impeach, Your Honor. A felony

conviction. This is completely
prejudicial.

Overruled, overruled, overruled.

I'm going to allow it for impeachment.

Members of the jury, you'll consider
this conviction only as it pertains to

witness's credibility.

It has nothing to do with the crime he's
charged with today. Go ahead, Mr.

Cusack. Now, since the time of your
arrest, Mr. Mullaney, you have

maintained that you and Mr. Prescott
were innocent. Is that correct?

Well, yeah, but... And yet here you are
today suddenly announcing that Mr.

Prescott confessed the crime to you that
very night.

Now, tell us, were you lying to the
police or are you simply lying to the

here today? Objection! I object, Your
Honor. Withdrawn.

Nothing further.

Manslaughter?

You must be dreaming.

Well, your case still wobbles, Walter.
I'm offering you a guarantee. No, no,

My case does not wobble, partner.

Not after the concert that kid just gave
in there.

Well, what if we caved in to murder,
too? What kind of time would you be at?

not caving in to murder, too. You know,
I love you guys.

I come to you two days ago looking to
make a deal, and you point me to the

nearest cliff.

Well, now you can take the leap,
Counselor. I got your boy in first

I'm not letting go.

Sorry.

No

deal.

Uh, what if I just admit to the robbery
part, huh?

Uh, tell them how the gun went off. I
mean, if the guy hadn't grabbed the

thing... I keep telling you, Andy, it
doesn't matter.

They can still nail you with first
degree even though it was an accident.

the whole idea behind the felony murder
rule.

I gotta do something.

What if I, uh, just, uh, when I get up
there, I make something up?

It's called perjury.

What do you think they're gonna do, add
another ten years onto a death sentence?

Andy, ethically, I can't allow you to
take the stand if I know you're gonna

Yeah, I hear you.

So, uh... Why don't you just let me
testify anyway?

I promise I'll tell the whole truth.

Okay?

I advise against it.

You said it's my right, didn't you?

Yes, it's your right.

Then do it.

You okay?

No.

Tracy Arnett wants to see me.

Just got off the phone with her lawyer.

God.

That's what I said.

What'd you really say?

That I'd have to think about it.

I'm just gonna call him and tell him I
can't do it. Why not?

Well, what about professional distance,
do it? Not getting drawn into the thing

on a personal level.

How can you take on a case like this and
not get involved on a personal level?

Stuart, I have a duty to my client.

Okay, then call Dr. Lawrence and see if
he's got a problem with it.

It's not Dr. Lawrence I'm worried about.

It's me.

Stuart, I dread going up there.

What if I see her and I fall apart? How
am I going to conduct the rest of my

case? Look, it's your decision, but
legals aside...

Ann... She's lying there in a hospital
room, and she's

isolated.

She's terrified.

If you go, you can humanize a lot of
what's happened to her.

Guess I gotta do it, don't I?

I think you do.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Good afternoon, Douglas.

Hi, I'm Gordon Saul. Arnold Becker.

Would you have a seat, please?

That's my cashmere sweater.

My Turnbull and Asser shirt, my slacks,
my Gucci loafers.

Possessions are the last refuge of the
insecure, Douglas. What do any of us

really own?

How about the clothes you're wearing?
The bed you're sleeping in? The food

you're eating, you dry piece of snot?
Douglas, sit down.

Thank you.

Now, Douglas, Sheila, Mr. Salt. Uh,
that's Dr. Salt.

A doctor of exactly what, sir? I hold a
master's in social work and a Ph .D.

in clinical psychology with a license to
practice in the state of Washington.

With all due respect, sir, the only
license you've ever held, they're the

they make in prison workshops.

What is he talking about?

A copy of his resume.

18 months in Attica for bigamy, a year
in the state pen at Vacaville for

marketing phony gemstones. As far as we
can tell, and we are still checking, the

only thing he hasn't misrepresented is
that he really is the son of Douglas

Brackman Sr.

True.

We've all been in one kind of prison or
another.

Ironic, isn't it? I had to be locked up
in order to discover that true

liberation lies in helping others.

More psychobabble double talk!

Did anything I say to you ever ring
false? Did you not feel better?

Did you not release your anger? And is
your anger now because you were lied to?

No. Because you were stolen from?

No.

Because you treat your wife like your
Gucci loafers instead of a sentient,

independent being?

Yes. That may float in a toilet bowl,
sir.

But it will not float in the custody
hearing.

What? You heard him.

I'm going for the children.

And no judge is going to look favorably
upon the fact that you've taken up

residence with a convicted felon.

Got a lot of rage in you, Mr. Becker.

Yeah, you were overweight as a kid, I
bet.

Look, don't you start with me, mister.
Is that a threat, fat boy?

You want fat, I'll give you fat. Arnold!
I think we've made our case.

You may want to get your lawyer back,
Sheila.

We're going to tear you to ribbons.

You're laughable, Douglas.

You haven't spent 15 minutes with those
kids since they were six years old. You

want them? You don't have to go to
court. You can have them.

Let's go, Gordon.

Douglas. Get out before I throw you out.

When I went up to the counter, I, um...
That's when I first saw him.

He was just lying there on the floor.

Blood everywhere.

And what did you do then?

I, uh... I panicked.

I first thought, uh, call the police,
but then, uh...

I mean, how would that look?

I mean, I have a criminal record.

I've robbed stores just like this.

So, I mean, I started thinking they're
going to think I did it.

So I just took off. I ran out.

I, uh, I jumped in the car.

I told Tommy to fly.

I said the guy had been shot.

Why don't we just get out of here before
the cops come?

That's all I said. I never said I killed
the guy. I mean, he's lying. He knows I

never did it.

Objection as to what Tommy knows.

Sustained. You gotta believe me. The guy
was dead when I got there. He was just

lying there in all that blood.

I didn't do it.

God knows I didn't do it.

Michael, he was lying to you. Then why
didn't you cross -examine him?

Because as you damn well know, the jury
bought that garbage my guy walked

through. But that doesn't change the
fact that you suborned perjury. That's

true. My client demanded that I put him
on a stand. I had no choice.

That's pretty shoddy rationale,
Counselor. You want to know what's

Grace?

Attacking me personally and taking
advantage of it professionally. Now that

shoddy.

Tracy.

Orderly to Central Supply.

I'm Ann Kelsey.

I didn't think you'd come.

If this is a bad time, I can come back
later.

Like when?

Are you married?

Yes.

Children?

No, not yet.

What if it's the only chance your baby
has?

I can live long enough to have it on my
own.

The doctors don't think so.

They're not always right.

No.

But... do you really want your baby to
bear the risk

that they are?

I don't want to die under all those
bright lights, Miss Kelly.

My baby, you'll hear her cry.

Tracy, this situation is so unfair.

And I don't pretend to know what's
right.

But your baby could die.

And it seems to me in this whole myth
that that would be the wrongest thing of

all.

It was my decision to have this baby not
theirs.

It was my decision not to have the
chemotherapy.

My decision to put up with the acne so

that I could give birth to my baby.

Is that so much to want before I die?

You said you wanted to talk to me, woman
to woman.

I want to tell you that you have a
chance to bring a

healthy baby girl into this world.

And I think you've suffered too much
agony for that not to happen.

Go away.

Please, just...

Go away.

You can't find

Andrew Prescott guilty, ladies and
gentlemen, unless you're convinced of

guilt beyond a reasonable doubt.

That's impossible here.

Because all you've got to go on... is
what's been seen, what's been heard,

what's been found.

Okay, category number one.

What's been seen?

The sum total is that my client was seen
walking into a store. That's it.

Nothing else.

Certainly not enough for a murder
conviction.

Which brings us to category number two.

What's been heard?

And for that...

All we have is the say -so of this man
who claims that my client admitted the

crime. But what this is, ladies and
gentlemen, is a scared and desperate kid

trying to save his own skin.

Now, don't you think that it's strange
that he never told the police or anybody

else about this supposed admission?

And then, on the second to the last day
of the trial, when things are going very

badly for him, suddenly all this new
information blurts out.

He panicked.

He figured, well, a guy's been killed.

The jury's going to want to convict
somebody, so he offered up my client.

Now, you're free to believe him if you
want, but remember this.

He's a convicted felon with a motive to
point the finger.

He's not enough to persuade beyond a
reasonable doubt.

Which brings us to category number
three, what's been found.

And for category number three, folks, we
have absolutely nothing.

No evidence to trace my client to the
gun.

No gunshot residue. As a matter of fact,
no evidence whatsoever to even suggest

that my client fired a gun.

No blood, no tissue on my client's body
or clothing, despite the fact that the

victim's head allegedly blew up only
three feet away from him.

The physical evidence in this case is
zero.

Now, you add that zero to the skeletal
evidence, in categories one and two, and

you are left with the reality that they
are trying to convict Andrew Prescott of

murder simply because he walked into a
store at the wrong time.

Beyond a reasonable doubt?

No way.

As a matter of law, you must find Andrew
Prescott not guilty.

He's right.

You haven't got enough here to convict
Andrew Prescott of murder.

And if you can't convict him, you
obviously, definitely can't convict him.

And even if you somehow choose to find
Mr. Prescott guilty, you still have to

acquit Mr. Mullaney because the only
evidence against Mr. Mullaney is that he

sat in the car.

Nothing whatsoever.

suggests that he even knew what was
happening, much less that he

Which means, ladies and gentlemen, the
only thing left for me to do is to waste

time convincing you of something you
already have to know.

I won't.

Am I crazy, eh, Your Honor?

I don't remember a case that's made me
hate being a judge more than this one

has.

To grant the motion now before me risks
hastening a dying woman's death.

To deny it risks the life and well
-being of her child.

I can't help but feel that a human being
should never be called upon to make

such a decision.

However, given that I am, the
plaintiff's motion...

is hereby granted.

An order is issued placing the fetus in
the custody of the court.

Restraining any and all persons
interfering with the birth of said fetus

cesarean section to be performed by Dr.
Bradley Lawrence, forthwith.

Mr. Arnett, I can't... Chris, stop it!

Chris! What are you doing?

Rusty, it's Douglas Brackman.

I came at a bad time. Not at all, honey.
Come on in.

Come on.

I'm sorry for barging in like this.

I was driving along Sunset.

I, uh... I think I'm having some kind of
crisis.

Poor baby.

Would you like a sandwich and a glass of
milk?

Yes, please.

I didn't realize how hungry I was.

I've been so distraught, I haven't taken
the time to eat.

Have a cookie.

Finding out about you and my father,
discovering you bore him a child, then

own mother's death, it seems like some
kind of watershed.

Ever since the funeral, my life's been
like one long, spiraling nightmare.

Oh, honey.

Plus, my marriage is over, irrevocably.

On top of everything else, another half
-brother shows up.

Gordon.

You know about him?

Your father never kept secrets from me.

He kept his entire life secret from me.

It's just so hard to confront the fact
that I'm 43 years old and I'm all

alone. 43?

Honey, drive 59.

It's just the way life works out
sometimes.

You have to keep a positive attitude.

Finish the cookies.

It must have been hard for you.

What, honey?

With my father and everything?

He told me he loved me.

That he was going to divorce your mother
and marry me? You would have been my

stepmother. Why didn't you? If he loved
you and you had a child with him?

People promise you forever.

Then they drop you on your head.

I know exactly what you mean.

People think you get older, your desire
dries up. You get used to the

loneliness. But you don't.

People look at me, they see an old
woman.

But I don't feel like an old woman. I
still feel young.

You want to see what I looked like when
your father knew me?

Oh, my God.

Don't be embarrassed, honey.

These are porno movies.

I had a beautiful body. I wasn't ashamed
to show it.

I was sexy, wasn't I?

God, yes.

Am I sexy now?

Yes.

It's okay.

It's okay, sweetie.

Mama's gonna take... Good care of you.

Has the jury reached its verdict?

Yes, Your Honor.

What say you?

We, the jury, in the matter of people
versus Prescott and Mulaney, find the

defendant, Andrew Prescott, guilty of
murder in the first degree.

And we further find the defendant,
Thomas Mulaney, not guilty.

Thank you so much. Congratulations,
Tommy.

You were the best.

You're a free man.

Court is adjourned.

I'm sorry.

Let's go.

She died on the table, Stuart.

The baby?

Baby's fine.

That's a lot to be grateful for.

So how come I feel like a murderer?

Anne, I want to show you something.

Take a good look, Anne.

You didn't take a life.

You saved a life.

Look at them, Stuart.

They show up one day, and all they can
do is wriggle and cry.

They look up at you with complete
innocence, and they say, do everything

If you don't, I'll die.

So you do.

And then there's baby girl, Arnett.

Got doctors buzzing all around her.

She's got all her fingers and all her
toes.

The only thing she doesn't have is her
mommy.