All language subtitles for LA Law s04e11 True Brit

Previously on L .A. Law.

Maybe we should ask ourselves if this is
really a place where Rosalind can be

happy. Right now, we're very wary of
each other. We should be very wary.

If this venture's going to go forward,
we're going to have to adjust to each

other.

Look at the clients she represents.

Banks involved in slum refinancing. Real
estate syndicates, a personal favorite

of mine.

We've all spoken our piece.

I vote yay.

Same. Nick.

I vote yes. I vote no.

What about Stuart?

Stewart votes yes.

We are here because you can't bear to
touch me anymore, Victor.

Hey, I touch you. When you have to.

You turn away when you don't.

Did Allison getting raped make it hard
for you to touch her, Victor?

Look, Caroline, I think that we'll be
able to work all of that out between us,

okay?

I'm not going to lie to you. We've had
our problems.

Maybe Leland McKenzie isn't what he used
to be, but I will promise you this. If

you leave your business here...

I will personally take responsibility.

It seems that Dan Siegfried wants me to
be the responsible attorney.

Now, that's Leland's client, and the
last thing I want to do is step on his

toes. Why doesn't he want Leland?

God knows you know how these clients
are.

After discussion with Michael and
Douglas, we've decided to add Arnold's

the firm's name.

Beginning February 1, we will thereafter
be known as Mackenzie, Brackman,

Chaney, Cusack, and Becker.

I just know that I have got to get away
from certain things, and one of them is

you.

Do you know that I love you?

I know.

My apologies to all.

I'm afraid we rather underestimated the
traffic congestion here in Los Angeles.

Sir Nigel? Yes, my lord, at your
service.

Would you mind telling me what that is
you're wearing? It would be my genuine

pleasure. This, for all who'd be so
curious, is the appropriate garb of a

queen's counsel.

And? A queen's counsel's what I am, my
lord.

In my chambers, queen's counsel.

It is an American courtroom, Sir Nigel.
That it is, but I am in all respects an

Englishman. Well, what has that got to
do with anything?

Oh, simply this. You've been so kind,
Mr. Grant, that I might represent my

client in your court. The wig and gown
serve only to remind the jury that I am

indeed a foreigner. Well, why do they
need to be reminded of that?

Well, during the course of the trial, I
might demonstrate some ignorance of your

laws and customs, and I wouldn't want
that to be taken as contempt or disdain.

It could inure to the prejudice of my
client. But your client bulldozed Wal

Brown's family business into bankruptcy.
Oh, come on.

No, I don't want that undermined by the
appropriate garb of a queen's counsel.

I take it you object to the wig, Mr.
Kudak?

Yes, sir.

I do.

I object to the robe.

The garb comes off, Sir Nigel.

My lord. Overruled.

Two o 'clock this afternoon and wear a
suit.

Uh, we're running behind, so let's speed
things up a little. Michael, what's

happening with the candy bar case?

Testimony begins today. We're hoping to
get a verdict by the end of the week.

Very good. And Rosalind, how goes the
savings and loan purchase?

Contracts are drawn. Abby and I meet
with the client tomorrow.

Excellent. Which brings up a problem.

My office is being painted this week,
which means I am homeless for the

I really hate to think of the three of
us sitting in here.

Why don't you use Ann's office? Don't
you think she'll mind?

Ah, it'll be no problem.

Great. And there's more good news.

CoStar Industries, after getting slammed
by the IRS, has retained us to handle

the appeal, which is major litigation,
people.

Right. After discussion with Michael,
it's been decided that this matter would

best be prosecuted by Stuart Markowitz.

Me? Why not?

You've been doing great in court, and
besides, it's a tax matter. I get to do

appeals court argument?

Well, if you don't want it, I can help
you. No, I want it. I want it. This is

unbelievable. I want it, Leland. And
lastly, as you all know, on Thursday,

February 1st, Arnold's name will be
added to the firm's name.

You can all expect new stationery
bearing the new name of Mackenzie

Chaney Cusack, and Becker.

Art Leland, you got the note about using
the ampersand before my name as opposed

to the word and. I think it's a little
more formal. My publicist, she... And

this was not my idea. Believe me.

She thinks it might be a good idea to
put out a press release.

She thinks it would be a good
opportunity to generate some publicity

firm, and she would like to set up a
photo session with all the partners.

What?

This would be good for the firm.

Then let's take a firm vote. All those
in favor of the press release, say aye.

Aye.

The nays have it.

It must be pretty important if you
couldn't stay on the phone.

I need help, Diana.

You're the only lawyer I know, and I...
I'm in trouble.

What's wrong?

I hit a boy in my car.

Last night, I was driving home down
Mulholland, and just at that bend at

Terrace, he was on a bike, and he
swerved right...

Diana, I killed him.

What? He swerved right into the oncoming
lane.

I hit him dead on at 50 miles an hour.

Oh, God.

Yeah.

And, uh... I drove away.

Excuse me?

I mean, I got out to see if he was okay,
but his body had been knocked way down

into the ditch.

So I went down the hill.

But he was dead.

I got back in my car, and I panicked.

You didn't report it to anybody?

Manny, you just left him there?

I know.

I know.

This morning it was on the news that
he's missing.

His parents think he's been abducted or
something.

Diana, I don't know what to do.

And what did you pay Alan Scott on
execution of this contract?

$270 ,000, which I had to borrow to get.

And in exchange for this, you got what?

The exclusive rights to manufacture and
market teddy bars in the United States.

And teddy bars is the defendant's candy.

Yes. They were very big in England, and
Mr. Scott wanted to sample the U .S.

market. So we entered into the contract.

These candy bars were also a big success
here.

Huge success.

So much so that I had to expand. I took
out loans and sunk over $3 million into

the expansion.

What happened next?

Well, Mr. Scott, when he sees how the
West Coast sales are going, he offers to

buy me out. I said no, and I told him
about my expansion plans.

Then he offers again.

This time he's not so polite.

I beg your pardon. It would seem most
inappropriate for subjective commentary

manners. There's utterly no foundation.

Are you making an objection?

I am indeed sustained.

Proceed, Mr. Cusack.

What happened next, Mr. Brown?

The next thing I knew, he started
shipping his candy to three different

distributors. Well, he was allowed to do
that. Yes, but the Canadian market

couldn't absorb that many candy bars if
every man, woman, and child up there ate

them nine times a day. They ended up
flooding the U .S. market at a price I

couldn't touch. That was his plan.

Suddenly, I couldn't sell any stock.

I couldn't service my debt.

I had to shut down and sell my factory
for scrap.

When I did that, Alan Scott moved in and
grabbed the U .S. market for himself.

And what exactly did you lose, sir? I
lost a business my grandfather started

years ago.

65 people who worked for me lost their
livelihood.

There were families that had worked for
H. Brown for three generations.

Then he came along.

And like that, it was all gone.

I have no further questions.

Mr. Brown, it was Canadian firms that
were sending teddy bars into the United

States. Is that right?

Yes. And the agreement that you signed
with Mr. Scott in no way prohibited him

from selling in Canada.

You think I'd have signed that agreement
if I thought he'd have done what he

did? My dear man, I haven't the faintest
idea.

Let me tell you, that man's a thief.

What a perfectly dreadful thing to say,
particularly since I haven't even asked

you a question.

Your Honor, mustn't I first proper a
query as a prerequisite to his response?

You must.

The jury will disregard that last
remark.

Pity a bell doesn't chime when you seek
to unring it.

Sir Nigel.

I beg your pardon.

I'd like to refresh your memory.

The conduct of my client...

Didn't in any way violate the letter of
your contractual agreement, did it?

Letter of the contract or not, what he
did wasn't fair.

Fair is foul and foul is fair.

Hither through the fog and filth the
air.

Sir Nigel.

Quite right, I'll say no more.

And he refuses to come forward?

The thought of jail terrifies him. Well,
then there's nothing we can do.

I mean, he doesn't want to be
incriminated, so that's it.

What about an anonymous phone call
telling the police where the body is? Uh

You tell the police the location of the
body, you point them towards physical

evidence, and that could be used against
your client.

There's a 12 -year -old boy lying in a
ditch.

His parents are still hoping he's alive.

For God's sake!

This is perverted.

Should we just leave that boy there?

Let the body decompose? Let the parents
go crazy and we just sit up here hiding

behind the cold?

Diana, you have a duty of
confidentiality.

And a duty to uphold the privilege. You
do anything to violate that, you very

well may be barred from ever practicing
law.

This can't be right.

It's the law.

You haven't got a choice.

Honey?

Honey? What do you think?

About what?

Your suit.

Oh, let me see.

Very nice.

Who would have thought? I'd be arguing
an appeal, huh?

A little, uh, down the dumpster.

A little?

Yeah. It's an adjustment.

I know.

Hey.

The truth is, before you know it, this
little guy's going to be in school, and

you're going to be one this time back.

You're going to be wondering why you
weren't in such a hurry to get back to

wars.

Whatever you're not doing, that's what
tugs at you. Really?

Really? I sit in the office wishing I
was home. I do.

No, you don't.

No, I do.

Well, maybe that can be arranged.

You want to talk about it?

No.

No, it'd be too hard for me to leave him
right now.

What, what?

It's okay.

I'm okay.

I, uh, I've got to go.

Let me know what time you're home.

Goodbye.

Cheer up.

We have redlined the changes, which I
encourage you to review.

Listen, I don't mean to be rude, but I
thought I made myself very clear.

I wanted partners handling my affairs.

Abby is qualified in these types of
transactions.

Come on, Rosalind.

What are you, a second -year lawyer?

I'm a fourth -year associate, Mr.
Lavelle.

Well, forgive me, but there are partners
and there are associates, and there's a

very good reason for those distinctions.

Meaning what exactly?

Meaning either inexperience or
incompetence. With you, I'm sure that

that you're young.

You're the client, Mr. Lavelle.

You don't want me?

That's fine.

Abigail. Rosalind.

Let's get this man someone else.

Have a nice day.

I didn't mean anything personal. It's
just that I'm shelling out over three

-quarters million dollars to you people
in fees.

Now, listen.

When you hire me, you hire this firm and
its associates.

Abigail Perkins is an extremely
competent attorney.

Now, if you don't want her, I suggest
that you pack your case, collect your

files, and find yourself another law
firm.

You've got to be kidding.

You're going to toss my business out on
account of an associate?

You get either the package, Mr. Lavelle,
or you get nothing.

Your choice.

Okay.

Okay, if she's that good, then she's
that good.

Let me tell you what you just did wrong.

I don't think I did anything wrong.

He was rude. He didn't want me on the
case. I obliged him.

What you did was exalt your own self
-respect over the revenues he'd generate

for this firm.

That's exactly right.

But it's totally unnecessary.

A smart attorney, and you are a smart
attorney, could keep both her self

-respect and the business.

Walking out may serve your sense of
dignity, but it will always cost you the

client. It was either I leave the room,
Roz, or take his head off, and I didn't

think that... Then take his head off.

Never leave the room.

I can't believe we're doing this.

You're the one who's lying awake all
night wondering.

We have to be sure.

Trust me, Diana, if you hit the kid at
50 miles an hour, he's dead.

I don't care.

I'm a chance he could be suffering or...
There!

Kid Mark!

Okay. Oh, God. Okay, all right.

You stay here.

Sit behind the wheel. If a car comes by
or something, pretend you're enjoying

the view.

If anybody stops, tap the horn so I can
get the hell out of there. Okay.

I don't want to do this.

We have to be sure, Jonathan.

I was the lawyer who drafted the
contract. I certainly know the intent.

The point of the deal was to make H.
Brown Incorporated the exclusive

distributor. for teddy bars in the
United States.

Well, did you ever discuss the Canadian
firm supplying these candy bars to

American markets?

Of course not. That would have rendered
the exclusivity clause meaningless.

Walt was supposed to have all the
business in the United States, and he

it. Thank you, Mr. Tilton.

I have nothing further.

Yours is a commanding present, sir. I
dare say I best be careful with you.

Objection.

Sustained.

Mr. Silton, as Mr. Brown's lawyer, you
sought during negotiations to prohibit

client from selling to Canadian firms.

That's correct.

And it would also be true, wouldn't it,
that on this point you were expressly

rejected? Also correct.

So, at the time of the agreement, both
you and your client knew full well that

Mr. Scott would be shipping teddy bars
to Canada.

We certainly didn't know how many.

Did you care how many? Of course I did.

Then, my dear man, why on earth didn't
you seek to limit the amount in your

agreement? I never presumed Alan Scott
would be unreasonable.

But I don't think he was being
unreasonable at all. An opportunity

itself, and he seized upon it. He was a
businessman, doing that which

businessmen do.

Objection. Speech -making sustained.

True or false, sir, you yourself could
have restricted export quantity in the

contract, but you didn't. False. Alan
Scott would have never agreed. True or

false, sir?

you could have made signing the contract
contingent upon it.

True. True or false, sir, you and your
client could have walked away.

True. And after this unfortunate result,
Mr. Brown discharged you as his

attorney, didn't he?

Listen, Mr. Nigel. No, sir, you listen
to me.

As I understand your courtroom customs,
and believe me, I am beginning to, you

must answer the questions that I proffer
to you.

Now, did not Mr. Brown blame you for his
bankruptcy and discharge you as his

attorney?

Yes, he did. But that has nothing to
do... Thank you, Mr. Stilton.

I'm quite finished.

Hey, Arnie.

Hi.

You filling in for Roxanne?

No.

Just finishing up some paperwork.

You're still sulking, though, huh?

Just doing paperwork.

You know, Arnie, your running out on the
firm was a betrayal.

You can't expect the people around here
just to pretend it never happened.

Hush, I expect to be sued by these
people, be forced back in, only to be

like a damn trespasser in my own office.

You hurt people, Arnie. Hey, I got hurt,
too. Does that mean anything?

Walking around in a place where the
people don't care about me, that hurts.

course we care about you. Why the hell
do you think we fought so hard to keep

you here? You fought to keep the
clients, and don't insult me by

otherwise.

What happened to us, Michael?

We used to be friends.

We still are friends.

At least I think so.

Yeah, well, when's the last time we went
out to dinner together, just for the

fun of it?

You want to go out and grab a beer after
work, you knock on Victor's door, not

mine.

Remember when we started out?

The old building on Federal Street.

Used to share the same secretary. Oh, we
used to go out to lunch together every

day. Used to go on double dates all the
time. Yeah, yeah, I remember.

You think back then if Leland McKenzie
had come to you and said, we're going to

be suing Arnold Becker, I want you to
lead the charge, you would have done it?

There was nothing personal in that,
Arnie. There was nothing personal to

you from doing it either.

We were friends, Michael.

And one day I had to start going to
lunch with clients, you had to start

to court.

The next thing you know, 13 years later,
and we wind up as, uh, colleagues.

Well, maybe we ought to fix that.

Yeah.

Maybe we should.

Meanwhile, no new leads on the
disappearance of Mark Davies, the 12

Studio City youth who vanished from his
neighborhood Monday evening.

The boy disappeared after an argument
with his parents over a school report

card. He took his bike and... But he's
done this several times before and

he's always come back.

He would never stay away like this.

Jonathan, can we do this?

Can we really just stand back here and
do nothing?

Diana.

You spent all afternoon trying to
convince him to go forward.

Leland even spoke to him.

We're not doing nothing.

But he won't go forward.

That's his decision.

There's nothing else we can do.

There's got to be another choice.

I don't want to hurt Manny. Maybe I'm
going to be a terrible lawyer, but my

there's got to be another choice.

I love being a mother. I love everything
about it.

But I'm home every day.

Stuart gets to go in and have the other
life, you know. And you feel a little

saggy.

Well, so much has happened at work. I
feel like I've been gone forever.

Arnie left the firm. Arnie came back to
the firm. We changed the name of the

firm.

Stuart's becoming a litigator.

Well, what does that have to do with
anything?

The truth?

I'm a little jealous.

Yeah. I know.

But I've always been the one going to
trial, standing in the spotlight.

Now Stuart's off to appellate court, and
I'm home changing diapers.

And with Rosalind Shays at the office, I
don't even feel met.

You are missed plenty, believe me.

How's she working out, anyway?

Actually, fantastic.

Really? I'm learning a lot from her
about cultivating clients.

I think she's doing better at it than
Leland. Is that right?

He's just so smart.

The woman is a true force.

Terrific. I can't wait to get to work
with her.

All I'll say is I've come up the hard
way, Sir Nigel.

I never knew me dad, and me mum died
when I was ten.

I was a boxer.

I was a truck driver.

I worked all over the East End for
peanuts just to get in and out of the

I'd say you managed to do better than
that.

Oh, yeah, I count my blessings every
day.

You've been accused of deceiving that
man.

Yeah, I don't understand it.

The contract says I couldn't sell in the
States, so I didn't. But did you export

Teddy Bars to Canada knowing that they'd
flood the US market and drive him out

of business?

No, no, no, no. I did it because I've
got factories of my own and I've got an

obligation to the lads that work in
them.

You did try to buy him out, though. I
thought it would be good business for

both of us, all for one, one for all.
That's the way I saw it.

If you'd been willing, we wouldn't all
be sitting here today, would we?

Thank you, Mr. Scott.

Is all yours, Counselor?

Well, the unit price that you sold teddy
bars in Canada for was 9

.8 cents. Is that right?

Yeah, that sounds about right.

Yet the unit cost of producing it is 11
.3 cents.

No, that isn't right, no. Well, I have
the figures right here in front of me,

Mr. Scott.

Yeah, but my accountant and your
accountant don't agree on those figures,

they? Yes.

Well, here is something that we all can
agree on. A businessman as sharp as

yourself would never willingly take a
loss on his product. Unless maybe he was

trying to drive someone else out of
business.

Walter Brown's a businessman, same as
me.

No, sir. Walter Brown is honest.

Walter Brown can be trusted. I object.

I object. I object.

Once is sufficient.

Objection sustained.

Might I beg your indulgence to make one
further point?

All right.

Well, assuming, for the sake of
argument, Mr. Scott was indeed selling

cost, it was to Canadian firms, an
action permitted in the contract.

His intent was to drive an American firm
out of business, an action which

breaches the implied covenant of good
faith found in every contract.

Both of you stop making speeches.

Proceed, Mr. Cadet.

Now, where did you think the shipment
that you sent to Vancouver was going to

wind up, Mr. Scott? I didn't rightly
know.

Well, you knew that it couldn't all be
sold in Canada.

No, I didn't know that. Canadians love
chocolate.

You disregarded my client's letters,
telexes, and phone calls in which he

you not to let the goods into the U .S.
stores.

May I ask for a brief recess, Your
Honor? He begged you to honor the spirit

your agreement.

I play hard, but I play fair.

No, sir. You play crooked.

The quality of mercy is not strained.

It droppeth.

as the gentle rain from heaven upon the
place beneath.

So now, John, you interrupt once more,
and you're going to find yourself back

where you came from sooner than you
thought.

I'll cease this very instant.

I can't make any deals prior to an
investigation, and you know that.

But what I'm saying is there won't be
any investigation without a body, which

you won't find without my help.

Grace, the parents are agonizing over
this every day.

They're publicly pleading to get him
back. They don't know if he's been

kidnapped or killed or lost.

Look, my client has no criminal record.
It was an accident.

We're talking about the Davies child.

I'm not saying we are.

But if you were to talk to Mr. and Mrs.
Davies...

And they were amenable to no criminal
prosecution in exchange for the

whereabouts of their son's body. Would
that influence your decision?

No.

I can't cut blind deals without an
investigation. I'm sorry.

Then I'm stuck, Grace. I'm bound by the
privilege.

Not if there's a chance that the boy
could be alive.

No, I saw the body. I checked the pulse.
He's very dead.

And I don't know what I'm going to do.

I know you came to me as a friend and
all.

But now I'm in a spot, too.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about me being a district
attorney with knowledge of a lawyer who

has seen Mark Davies' body.

I have responsibilities, too, here.

So, what can you do?

I'm not sure, really.

But I don't want to leave that boy lying
in a ditch any more than you do.

Drop the front end to a third.

Jack up the gross by 20%.

That's low, and you know it. It's not as
low as the big naught, Michael, and

that's what you could be looking at. My
client lost everything. Everything his

family had been working for. Your client
is an idiot, dear boy, and American

juries don't reward stupidity. Tell him
to take the 400 ,000 and enroll in a

decent business school. Not that he
stands a pope's prayer of making a

grade. You are really something.

Sir Nigel, funny how the prose changes
when we're alone.

I'm not sure I know what you mean.

Well, it's all a performance, isn't it?

And stripped down, you are nothing but a
street fighter.

The only thing that you need concern
yourself with is that you now have two

choices.

Reject this offer and go to the jury and
get beaten, or take it and use your

eloquence to try and convince your
client that he's won. It shouldn't be

difficult. I believe he's a very
trusting fellow.

The offer is rejected.

Ah.

American obstinance and stick -to -it
-less.

Rich.

I have a proclamation.

Whereas on this day, February 1, in the
year 1990...

Arnold Becker becomes a name partner in
the law firm of McKenzie, Brackman,

Cheney, Cusack, and Becker.

Whereas the members of the
aforementioned firm have been derelict

to Arnold Becker their degree of
commitment to him, and instead have

the materialistic, shallow, vain, rat
-like aspects of his personality.

We hereby proclaim February 1, 1990 to
be Arnold Becker Day.

Welcome back, Arnold. Thank you.

Welcome home. Thanks.

I just want to say thank you all very
much. I don't know what to say. Thank

Thank you, everybody. And I'm very proud
to have my name on the door.

And, uh... And the ampersand.

Thank you.

We're looking for Mr. Jonathan Rollins,
please.

Yeah, I'm Jonathan Rollins. Mr. Rollins,
we have a warrant for your arrest.

What?

Accessory to a felony.

Tampering with evidence in a felony
investigation.

Excuse me, officer, can I see that,
please?

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up your right to remain
silent... Yeah, yeah, I know my rights.

a lawyer. Are you coming with us, sir?

Right now?

Yes, sir.

If you want to take your own car, Miss
Benoit says that's fine.

But she wants you processed today.

Yeah, let's go.

You know, he's milking this British
thing for everything it's worth, and the

jury's just eating it up.

They just love listening to him talk,
and they love looking at him, too.

You're not so hard to look at either,
Michael.

You know, I can't lose this case.

When Walt Brown lost everything he had,
I can't let him down.

Michael.

Have you forgotten to say or do anything
in this trial that you meant to?

No.

And have you said or done anything that
you regret?

No.

And you've spent the last three hours
working on your closing argument.

Seems to me that the only thing left to
do on this case is to obsess over it.

So...

Why don't you try to take your mind off
it for a little while?

You're gonna win this thing, Michael. I
know it.

I'll let you and I go to bed right now.

I understand.

Now, let's you and I go to bed.

Right now.

I guess, in retrospect, you could say
that Walter Brown should have been

smarter.

Or maybe it was the English accent that
made him believe that Alan Scott was

going to deal with him fair and square.

After all, there is a presumption in
this country which favors the British.

Sir Nigel knows this. He also knows of
the American tendency to equate British

eloquence with integrity.

That's why he's been so determined to
drape these entire proceedings in a

Shakespearean veil.

to remind you that he is British, to
subliminally exploit the Yankee mindset

that considers Brits to be more
respectable, more righteous.

Ladies and gentlemen, this man is not.

He cheated my client out of his
business. He willfully and deliberately

circumvented the spirit of the contract
and pounded Walt Brown into bankruptcy.

Ladies and gentlemen, Alan Scott is not
an honorable man.

Don't let the hypnotic charm of his
lawyer distract you from what he's done.

Thank you.

I love America.

I really do.

There's an expansiveness to your
country, a feeling that anything is

If you're smart and you work hard and
you're just cocky enough to stay with

you really do have a shot at the brass
ring. You don't have kings and queens

lords. What you do have are card players
and cowboys and schemers possessed of

the greatest imagination on earth. You
eat wonderful, huge meals and you take

pounding hot showers and you go forth
into the world...

And you claim your piece of it. Mr Brown
did that.

Mr Scott did that as well. But what he
also did was to take advantage of what

the contract didn't say.

Loopholes, I believe you call them. And,
Mr Scott, use loopholes for profit.

And that is as American as the 4th of
July.

Now, are you really going to punish
this...

Cockney lad, simply because he beat you
at your own game. You didn't become a

great nation by doing that, my friends.

You became a great nation by letting the
better man win.

The defendant knows the location of Mark
Davies' body, Your Honor, making his

nondisclosure the withholding of
evidence. That information is protected

attorney -client privilege, and the
district attorney is well aware...

Your Honor, Mr. Rollins committed a
crime when he physically touched this

thereby tampering with the evidence.

He took the pulse to confirm that the
boy was dead.

You seem to be reaching here, Miss Van
Horn. I am not seeking disclosure of any

communication between Mr.

Rollins and his client.

Both of you, come up here.

What's going on?

It's simple, Your Honor. Mr. Rollins
knows where the body is, but he can't

because of attorney -client privilege.

I'm asking you to take him off the hook.
Give him the right to tell us the

location of the boy. Even if the order
judge will just go for it, we cannot

betray Mr. Rollins' client.

Come on, Victor. It doesn't matter.

The privilege applies in this state.

I'm dismissing the complaint.

There's a boy out there lying in a
ditch.

And there are rules in here which we
must follow.

Please step back.

Defendant's motion granted. Case
dismissed.

Your Honor?

Your Honor?

I'm Robert Davies.

You say he doesn't have to tell where my
little boy is?

I'm sorry, sir.

But the law prevents him from furnishing
that information.

What kind of law is that?

Huh? What kind of law is this?

No. What kind of judge are you? What
kind of person can you be?

Davies, that's enough. I'll have you
removed from this courtroom.

I want my son.

God, tell me where he is. Sir, please.

Bailiff. Please, please.

Oh, no.

You can't do this.

God, you can't do this.

I'm sorry.

What he is suggesting won't be
expeditious, and in the end it will be

but cheap.

I have been holding his hand, but there
is a limit.

Now, he's a big boy.

Then it's time he grew up. Are you about
done?

I'll be a while, actually.

Do you need something?

I need my chair. I need my desk. I need
my office. Get off the phone.

Norman, I'll call you right back.

Sorry.

Didn't know that you mind it.

Now you know.

Do I take this to mean that you're back
to work?

Take it to mean that until you hear
otherwise, this office is mine.

Of course it is.

Good.

I'll get out of your way.

Was that really necessary?

No, I could have just tiptoed out and
gone home. Well, you could have been a

more diplomatic.

I don't have to be diplomatic.

When it feels like I'm being pushed out
of here, I don't have to be diplomatic.

Man, nobody's pushing you out of here.

Who told her she could use my office?
Was it Douglas?

No, that, um, that was me.

You? Well, you weren't here and her
office was being painted. I don't care.

Let her work in the file room. Let her
work in the ladies' toilet.

You do not go volunteering my office. Do
you understand?

I don't know what the hell I was
thinking of.

Look, let's talk about the other thing
that's bothering you.

What?

You're home and I'm here.

Which was my choice. I'm not throwing it
up to you that it was your choice. I'm

just saying you can come back any time
you want.

And life is not so terrible.

You have a wonderful husband who gives
your office away the minute you turn

back.

I'm sorry.

And behind curtain three, you have a
son.

All in all, things aren't so terrible.

All in all, things are great.

But then... I get so afraid that I've
lost something.

What, honey?

It took me so long to get this office,
to make partner.

To get people to listen to me when I
talk.

It's still your office.

And you're still a partner.

And people are still listening to you.

I guess I'm just not sure whether I
still have anything to say.

The jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

What say you?

On the claim of bad faith and unfair
dealing, we fine for the plaintiff.

on the loss of anticipated profit, we
award the sum of $5 million.

On the claim of unfair predatory pricing
under the Robinson -Patman Act, we

fine for the plaintiff.

Given that the stipulated value of the
plaintiff's business was $9 .5 million,

We award treble damages in the sum of
$28 .5 million.

Oh,

hell. My God, you did it. You did it.
You're a genius.

Thank you.

Thank you.

So the complaint against you is
dismissed.

Yeah, I'm free and clear.

Not with me, you're not.

Excuse me? Your going to Grace Van Owen
was irresponsible, Jonathan.

I took a calculated risk.

It was a stupid risk.

You indirectly reveal privileged
information.

I didn't give her anything she could
really use, Leland. I just asked her.

let her know that Mark Davies' body was
in a ditch. You let her know that a

client of yours killed him. That's
giving her something.

And what can she do with that? For
starters, they can watch this office,

everybody who goes in and out. I told
Manny not to come in here anymore.

And did you first get his permission
before running off to Grace? I protected

him, Leland. Not good enough.

What if it got out that this firm sold
out its clients?

Do you have any idea how fatal that
would be to our practice? I didn't sell

anybody out. You screwed up. You
indulged your own conscience at the

this firm's reputation.

Don't you ever do it again.

One, two, three, go.

That's good. Oh, you want another?

No.

Yes, yes, yes, another one, please.

No, no, just kidding.

Thank God, because I really have to go
to the bathroom.

Me too.

Half espresso, half cappuccino, decaf.

Let's have a little mind reader.

Very sweet, Michael.

What, 19?

No, no, she's 22.

Oh, she's a very sophisticated 22,
though. She speaks French, she's been to

Europe, good sex.

What? You might. She's a dancer, too.

She's a Laker girl.

Oh, God.

I know. What do you mean, jealous?

I don't even think you look at anyone
the way you look at Cory.

Doesn't it show?

Yes, Arnie.

It shows.

You know, this was a good idea going out
like this.

Oh, you have to do it more often.
Absolutely.

Mr. Rollins, forgive us.

Please, Mr. Davies, you know I can't
tell you anything.

He's my baby.

That's my baby in the woods. I know. I
know you got your rules.

But if you were a father, you couldn't
do this.

You'd let me bury my son.

I can't say anything to you.

Please. Please, we're begging you.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.