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[Telephone rings]

WOMAN : Fallin and Fallin.

Your cappuccino.

- For me? - You ordered it.

l thought you were kidding. Thank you.

- Claire. Hi. - Oh, hi.

- How are you? - l'm swell.

Sory to interrupt your cappuccino there.

- How are you? - OK.

So, you, uh, you ready to come back?

- Yes. OK. - OK, good.

Now this iob, if you get it...

and it's temporay, it's fom dollars an hour.

So the husband says to the wife...

''Just take the toilet tissue...

''and rub it between your breasts. That'll make 'em bigger.''

And the wife looks at the husband strangely.

And the husband says, ''Hey, it worked on your ass.''

[Sighs] Morning, Jake.

Nicholas, uh, say hi to Claire Stasiak.

l'm, uh...l'm sory.

That was a ioke, of course. l'm--

[Laughs]

l'm--l'm not even married.

l didn't hear.

Well, let me know how it goes, OK?

Oh, Claire, that, uh...

that one is my--my son.

[Door shuts]

So, uh, why don't you tell us about your previous experience?

Uh, well, after l graduated Pitt law school...

l went right to the DA's office.

Basically handled misdemeanors, um, low-grade felonies.

And how do feel this relates to private practice?

Well, l've had the opportunity to work with a variety--

- Claire, isn't it? - Yeah.

Right. Uh... you've got the job.

Great.

Uh, welcome aboard.

Would you like a cappuccino?

l would love one.

Great.

Where do l start?

Due diligence on the Rosen merger.

l'm sure Jake would like to fill you in.

We iust got a call from the city attorney.

A policeman named Scott Davenport shot somebody...

at Hal's Diner, Libem and Sixth.

- All right. - You represent the police?

Yeah, we iust got the contract.

So, Claire, you ever been to a crime scene before?

Uh, thim at least. You?

Yeah, one or two. Grab your stuff.

Come with me.

[Door shuts]

Well, there is trouble in my mind

There is dark

There's dark, and there is light

There is no order

There is chaos

And there is crime

There is no one home tonight

In the empire of my mind

There is trouble in my mind

All the chaos

In my mind [Espresso machine buzzing]

[Telephones ringing and indistinct chatter]

Ahh. It's all about the pack.

Enioy.

Now this machine, l assure you, is top of the line.

See, what truly differentiates a quality espresso...

from the crap you get at your local Bucky's is...

- the pack. - Alvin--

Now, the well-meaning espresso maker, the barista...

is most at risk for failure, because when you care...

you tend to pack the grind too tight.

Then what happens?

You burn the coffee. Eveybody loses.

- Alvin. - What is it?

The McBride Home.

The county's shutting them down at the end of the week.

How many of kids are ours?

Two hundred eleven kids are being transferred.

Seventeen of them are ours.

l'll make some calls.

Uh, hi, Vince. It's Alvin Masterson at LSP.

Uh, listen, l got seventeen kids at McBride's.

[Knock on door] MAN: Alvin Masterson?

Uh, no, seventeen. And l have to get them--

l'm Paul Tibbets from the Probation Department.

l'm on the phone.

l'm here to talk to you about Nicholas Fallin.

[Siren]

[lndistinct whispering]

[lndistinct chatter over police radio]

[lndistinct chatter]

[Bell dings]

That's Heny Thumann. He's securing the scene.

NICK: Great.

Excuse me. Mr. Everton? Nicholas Fallin.

Right. Your father said you were coming.

Where is Scott Davenport?

[Cell phone rings]

Oh, l'm sory.

[Ring]

Hello?

What? Alvin, no, l--

l'm in the middle of something. Alvin, l can't.

All right. Fine. Bye.

- l have to go. - What?

l want you to stand by Scott Davenport.

Don't let any of the press anywhere near him.

- Do not let anyone talk to him. - l've done this before.

Good. l'll be back in ten minutes.

[lndistinct chatter]

l got five minutes, so it better be quick.

l'm working for the city right now...

and l don't think they're going to be too happy...

that l'm ierking around here with you.

Nick, this is Paul Tibbets.

Yeah, how you doing? What is this about?

Paul's iust been made head of Probation for Allegheny County.

Oh.

He seems to believe you've been lying about your hours.

You said you're working for the city?

Does that mean you're billing 'em as we speak?

l'm from Johnstown, by the way.

Have you ever been?

No.

lt's the place of the flood.

Why don't you have a seat?

All right.

l reviewed your records.

Over the past eleven weeks...

you've put in more than three hundred hours?

- That's right. - Are these sixty-minute hours?

Does Mr. Fallin spend most of his time...

here in the clinic or out in the field?

Whatever's necessay.

l treat him like evey other lawyer who works for me.

But he's not like evey other lawyer. He's a probationer.

This coffee's really good.

Espresso.

The point is...

in twenty years as a probation officer...

l've never seen anyone with a full-time job...

accumulate that many hours that quickly.

So, Mr. Masterson...

l'm leaving this in your hands.

l'm going to need a sworn affidavit...

verifying those hours by the end of the week.

lf l don't think they're accurate?

Well, then l'll take the appropriate action.

Thank you for your time, Mr. Fallin...

even though someone else is paying for it.

These government guys.

McBride Home for Children. They're shutting down.

Any kid without a new placement will be sent to...

Metropolitan Psychiatric Ward indefinitely.

Yeah, Alvin, this guy, there's no way possibly...

he could know how much time--

James is putting together a list of our kids.

l'll meet you there in two hours.

We'll have your files ready.

[lndistinct chatter]

- Claire. - Hey. OK.

Our guy came into the diner.

- Was he with his partner? - No, he was by himself.

- He came-- - Was he on a break?

- Are you going to let me finish? - Sure.

Our guy came into the diner to use the bathroom.

He saw a drug deal in process...

between a well-dressed white man and a large black guy.

Who was selling the drugs?

The white guy.

The cop tried to stop the deal. Things got out of hand...

and he had to resort to using a weapon.

How's the suspect?

Uh, it looks like he might be paralyzed.

The bullet brushed his spine.

ls Davenport still here?

Yeah, he is. Listen, this guy's got a record.

He's been arrested twice for distribution, once for possession.

l can talk to one of the officers who said that he--

- Colin Bennett? - It's the guy.

- No. Let's go. - What? We haven't even--

No. Let's go.

l got to step away from the city case.

Oh?

OK?

You want to tell me why?

Uh...the guy who got shot...

- Colin Bennett? - Yeah?

Was my drug dealer.

Right.

So...

- Hey, there you are. - Here l am.

[Laughs] Listen, a bunch of us...

are going down to the Incline for lunch--

Uh, well, actually, iust me.

But, l was, uh, thinking maybe if you wanted to come...

l could fill you in on the Rosen-- [Knocks on glass]

[lndistinct chatter]

l know the kid who wrote this.

Lawrence Notaro, 1985.

Huh. Well...

Your kids are in Room ''F.''

Just be straight with them.

Tell them you're going to be placing them with psychiatric ward.

Right, well, l've-- l've done this before, Alvin.

Mr. Fallin!

Hey, Josh. Hi. Wendy.

What about me?

Right. Uh...

You don't remember me, huh?

No, l remember you.

- Anders. - Anders, right.

No, you don't.

Uh, the reason l'm here is because...

the McBride home is closing as of Friday. So--

Does that mean l can go back with Gil?

Uh...no.

Can you find me a foster home?

No. No, Josh.

Where are we going to go?

Well, they're talking about a psychiatric facility...

but l'm going to look into better options for all of you.

There was this kid in my cottage...

and he took an IQ test and did real well.

And they sent him to a school for geniuses.

Great.

So maybe l could take that test.

l'll look into it, Josh.

OK, so l'll-- l'll be in touch.

Shove it up your ass.

Nice reunion?

So, Mr. Fallin...

what do you think we do next?

ls this-- Did you get spit on?

Yeah, l did. What do we do now?

Well, we speak to their social workers...

former placements, any relatives that we know--

No, that's crap. Waste of time.

Come with me.

[lndistinct chatter]

- Excuse me-- - Get in line.

You know, l'm with LSP.

Get in line.

- Hey! - Hey, Lois. How are you?

Look, l got a kid, just had an operation.

l got to get him into St. Margaret's right away.

Do you mind? Thanks.

Hey, Curt.

Nick. Psst.

You get those LSP t-shirts?

Yeah.

How's your snake?

She's good.

Ate a rabbit last week. It was wild.

Really? Do you have friends over for that?

Ah, you should have called.

Curt, l need some beds.

- This McBride's? - Yes.

l got plenty of space available at the psych ward.

The county will pay.

Curt, l was wondering, could you check the private placements?

Can't. Too expensive. They're watching.

How about Allegheny County Shelter?

Full.

[Sighs] Thompson House?

They got two beds available...

but they don't exactly love kids from McBride's.

Look, Curt, l don't ask you for much.

Can you iust call them up...

tell them you got two good kids?

Thank you.

All right. You can have one of the beds.

Well, l have three kids.

Yeah, so do l. And l'll tell you this...

the kid who spit on me ain't going to get it.

Ten bucks.

What?

l am writing down the name of the one you're going to pick.

l'm telling you now, it's the wrong person.

[Sighs]

[Laughs] Ten bucks?

- That's right. - Fine.

- Where's your car? - l had to walk here.

Oh, and for the record, Mr. Fallin...

all of this took one hour and twenty-two minutes.

[Car door opens and shuts]

[lndistinct chatter on TV]

- Hi. - Hi. [Chuckles]

More flowers. Just what l need.

l, uh, l stopped by your house...

picked up your mail.

Evemhing's good at the clinic.

And your next-door neighbor baked you another casserole.

Oh, good. How's evemhing at the clinic?

Like l said, it's good. l got you some books.

Thanks.

[Door opens]

Sory l wasn't here earlier.

Brain bleed. Eight-hour surgey.

- Oh, God. - How we doing today?

l feel great.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Let me be the iudge of that. Look up, please.

Great. And to your right.

Vey good. At my nose.

Good. Look in my eyes.

Which eye?

- Both. - OK.

- [Laughs] - Good. Eight times five?

Uh, l'm not really good at math.

lf l get it wrong, it's not because of the injuy, trust me.

Hey, your sense of humor's back. That's good.

- Now answer the question. - What was it again?

Eight times five-- five times eight.

[Laughs] Fom.

- Good. - OK.

OK. You have any tingling or numbness in your arms or legs?

- No, not at all. - You're doing great.

- Thank you. - OK.

Thanks so much.

[Door opens]

See you.

[Door shuts]

That's good.

Yeah.

Wow. l'm really tired.

Well, you should go to sleep, then.

Yeah. l'm sory.

l iust got really, really tired.

lt's fine. It's fine. l'll be back here.

[lndistinct chatter]

Hey, Scott. How you doing?

Burton Fallin. l represent the city.

This is Claire Stasiak.

Have a seat.

So...how you feeling?

Not too good, sir. Not too good.

Yeah, well, don't wory, Scott.

We're gonna-- we're going to get you through this.

lt's unfortunate. It's just part of your job, right?

God has his plan.

Right.

Well, this, uh, Colin Bennett filed a notice of claim...

against the city this morning.

Now don't wory about that.

They always make it sound like it's worse than it really is.

Great.

So why don't you--why don't you just tell us what happened there?

OK, well, l was on-- l was on my patrol...

and, uh, l had to use the bathroom.

Hal always lets cops use his facility...

so, uh, l went in the back to, you know, relieve myself...

and when l opened the door, l interrupted a drug deal taking place.

CLAIRE: Did you see the drugs?

Yes, l did, miss.

l saw a white man hand them to a black man.

Could you tell what sort of drugs they were?

l'm sory. Is this OK?

Yeah.

l--it looked like cystal meth.

Shiny, small white rocks.

Looked like enough to go for thim grand on the street.

So you actually saw drugs exchange hands, right?

Right. l was standing right inside the doorway.

lt's a real small bathroom.

lt's iust a toilet and a sink.

- Tight space? - Right.

Uh, so...

l identified myself.

Um, the black man threw me in the mirror.

l cut myself...l fell.

Uh...the white man ran out-- Uh, the black man ran out.

- The white man-- - Colin Bennett.

Right. l--l...

l was on the floor. l--l was kind of shocked, uh...

[Sighs] He starts moving towards me...

and l told him to stay back...

but he iust kept coming.

And...

l shot him.

Did the man-- the dealer pose a threat?

When he was coming toward you...

did he come at you in a threatening way?

l think he was iust tying to get out of the bathroom.

[Sighs] Feel like your life was in danger?

Look, in my heart...

l think the guy was iust tying to get away.

l mean, he wasn't--

He had his hands up over his head...

but he kept coming... and then l shot him.

OK.

How did it go with Davenport?

Am l allowed to talk with you about this?

Well, why wouldn't you be?

Because you removed yourself from the case.

That's right, Claire. l'm not working on the matter...

but l can still hear about it.

Right. Well, it looks like Davenport's going to say...

there was no threat to his life when he shot the guy.

Thank you.

l got your call about Josh.

So you know McBride's is closing.

Yeah.

ls there any chance we can get Josh back into your shelter?

Sit down.

lf we explain to Judge Damsen...

that what happened after the adoption pam was a mistake--

lt wasn't.

The kid Josh pushed down the steps...

l looked into his file.

He went into a foster home two months ago.

So, feasibly, you could put--

lt's not iust that kid he hurt.

lt's what happened since he's been at McBride's.

What?

The older kids did some pretty bad things to him.

Physically. Sexually.

But you could still take him back.

l've got twenty kids under the age of nine.

Once a kid like Josh has been abused like he has...

he can't be around vulnerable children.

Colin Bennett's saying the shooting was unprovoked.

We can't find that black guy.

And you're the only other person who's spoken with Davenport.

Right.

Bennett's lawyer has scheduled a deposition for Friday.

What do we do?

Well, l iust think--it's, uh...

comes down to the word of a policeman, a religious man...

against the word of a drug dealer.

Does this one make sense to settle?

lt might.

lf it goes to trial, and we lose...

we're talking high seven figures.

Right.

So you want me to ty to settle?

Unless you think Davenport's case is so convincing...

you can't help but win.

Wait a minute. How much-- how much do we have to work with here?

Half a million...

before we need board approval.

We'll settle, then.

- Good to see you. - l'll see you Friday.

Miss.

How's your father?

NICK: He's fine.

[Distant train whistle blows]

Are things going well at the firm?

Sure.

Well, good for you.

Would you like to know how l've been?

l've seen your file.

Oh, does my file tell you what my friends are doing?

- No. - Oh.

This summer, they're going to Mykonos.

- You know, in Greece? - Right.

Yeah. l won't be going.

Last summer, and this-- this was really fun...

l lived with the Andersons out in Crafton.

Mrs. Anderson has seven cats. And her husband...

works at the Sta-Tuff Boot Factoy on Route Sixty.

You can imagine how bored l was.

So, l, uh...

went to go spend some time with an old boyFriend.

And Social Services, they called the police.

They come with an attachment warrant...

and put me back in McBride's.

And you tried to kill yourself.

Eveybody in McBride's cuts themselves.

Glass is like money there.

Yeah, l sliced my arm...

a little too deep.

My floor supervisor freaked out.

She sent me to Metro.

lt's where you want to send me now, right?

Do you know what it's like in there?

No.

They put me in a locked ward.

They said it was for my own safety...

to keep me separate from the adults.

And if l misbehaved, well then they tied me down with res'traints.

And if l argued with them about it...

they medicated me, which made me sleep too much.

So they said l was depressed and gave me some more medication.

Uh...

l didn't mean for things to work out like this.

Well, l'll tell you what, Mr. Fallin...

my dad having sex with me...

was ten times better than being institutionalized.

Hey, thanks...

for saving my life.

[Knock on door]

This, uh, Colin guy--

Uh, you know, l don't want to talk about this.

Well, you said you had purchased drugs from him.

Yeah, l removed myself from the case.

Well... is he a friend of yours?

He's iust a dealer.

Nicholas, l iust want to know is he a friend of yours...

- or is he iust a criminal? - He's just a drug dealer.

That's what he does for a living. What else can l tell you?

OK.

Hi.

Mr. Fallin, uh, l thought l would...

get a head start on the Davenport matter...

so l took a shot at drafting up a settlement agreement.

Jake helped me find the appropriate papers.

So...

[Sighs]

Did l do something?

No, no, no.

l'm sure it's a fine settlement agreement.

l appreciate your effort.

l iust don't think l want to settle.

Oh.

Why don't you prepare a motion to dismiss?

Sure, but Mr. Everton said--

Just prepare a motion to dismiss.

l'm sory.

Scott Davenport basically admitted that he--

l think he's tying to understand exactly what happened.

Well, l'll iust prepare that motion for you, then.

Yeah. Thank you.

[Bell ringing]

l'm going to have to check to see how your incision is healing.

OK.

Make up your mind, in or out.

- Shut the door. - NICK: Sory.

Well... it looks beautiful.

- l did a fantastic iob. - [Laughs]

You're going to be out of here in a few days.

OK. Thank you, doctor. Thanks so much.

Thank you.

Hey.

So, uh, l've been thinking...

Yeah?

Well, when you get out of here, you're going to need some help.

Right.

And l thought maybe, uh, if you want, uh...

l could stay with you...

on your couch, for a while.

You want to move in with me?

No, iust--iust help if you want.

Oh, OK.

Thank you.

You want me to do that?

Yeah, thanks.

OK.

[lndistinct chatter]

Hey, Bill.

Great to see you again, Burton.

How are you? Good to see you.

lt's this, uh-- it's this kid, Colin Bennett.

Um, smart.

You know, he went to, uh, Penn State--

Bill, l'm a-- l'm a little short on time...

so if we could get right to the point, l'd really appreciate it.

Well, uh, Colin's come up with a number...

and l--l know your client is eager to put this whole thing to bed.

My client has authorized me to pay twenty-five thousand, not a nickel more.

[Laughs] Well, l know you've got a lot more than that...

to play with here, so let's iust--

Good to see you, Bill.

Burton.

We both know that you have half a million to work with here.

Now, a Pittsburgh police officer shot my client, close range.

My client wasn't armed...

he wasn't threatening, he had his hands over his head...

so let's wrap this thing up before it gets messy...

before people start talking.

About what?

The offer's twenty-five thousand.

She belongs at home...

not in some psycho ward with a bunch of--

Have you seen Wendy lately?

l've tried to, but it's so hard getting access to her.

They act like l'm to blame.

Uh, well, uh...

l--l may be able to convince the judge...

given what is going on...

to return Wendy to your care.

Did you ever think...

she would've been better off if you left her with me?

Your husband was raping her.

You think she's better off where she is now?

Uh, l don't know.

l want her back home.

Well, she'll have to keep up her psychiatric treatment--

Oh, whatever it takes.

And we can get a restraining order against your ex-husband...

so that it's clear that he is never allowed access to Wendy.

Oh, Frank and l are back together now.

What?

Mr. Fallin...

in the course of one week...

l went from having two daughters and a husband...

to being completely alone.

Frank is getting help.

Um... Mrs. Newberg, if--

if your husband is with you...

the court will never allow you custody of your daughter.

Well, can't we at least ty?

[Sighs] You're--you're out of your mind.

[lndistinct chatter and telephones ringing]

Anders.

- l know you could get me a bed. - What?

l know you guys could pull strings in there.

l've been to that psych ward before, man. It's scay.

Those orderlies there...

they see a guy like me comin'...

and they get scared.

So they'll drug me...

they'll lock me up and tie me down.

And l got asthma, man.

l can't breathe if l'm tied down.

Plus, l've got skills.

Someone give me a chance, l could sing.

l can play certain athletical sports.

Uh, thank you for bringing him over.

l--you--l have to meet with my boss.

Want some espresso?

No. Uh...

[Door shuts]

Can l ask you something?

Ahh...

Did you decide which kid to give your bed to yet?

- Mm-hmm. - How?

l drew straws.

You're kidding, right?

No. Hey, l have to sleep at night.

[Laughs]

Hey, if there were a formula, l would use it, but there's not.

Well, my situation's a little different.

- No, it's not. - Yes, it is.

lt's not different, Nick.

Draw straws.

Been looking over your work log.

Billy Cochran.

Simple, uh, shelter hearing.

Thim-nine hours. Ha!

l don't think l've ever spent thim-nine hours...

on one shelter hearing.

Hey, Claire.

Hey.

[Sighs]

Listen, uh, Claire, Jake's workin' on a deposition...

on that Randall case upstairs.

You want to see if you can help him out a little bit?

Oh, l thought you wanted me to take notes on the--

That's OK. l'll be all right.

Sure. Yeah.

Hey, Scott. How are you?

Claire, would you catch those doors for me, please?

Sit down.

What's goin' on?

Oh, uh, your father wanted to talk to Davenport alone.

How's the settlement coming?

Your dad doesn't want to settle.

CLAIRE: What's going on with you?

Nothing. Why?

l'm iust making conversation.

OK. Great.

BURTON: l played high school football.

Defensive end.

We had this big game with Manesson-- homecoming--

and they had this quarterback.

He was--he was good, vey good.

Vey cocky, also.

We all--we all wanted a part of him...

and l, uh...

l didn't lay a hand on him for three quarters...

but finally, in the fourth quarter...

l got around my man and, uh...

had a clean shot at him.

l--l hit him. l hit him hard.

Broke his collarbone...

put him out for the season.

l was feeling really good that Friday night...

but, uh, over the weekend...

a little guilt started setting in.

By Monday, l was convinced l'd hurt him on purpose.

l wanted to quit the team.

Coach said, ''No. It was a good hit. It was a clean hit.

''Not your fault you hurt him.''

And, uh...

l don't know. l never--

l didn't know what to think about what he said.

l don't understand.

Well, it's iust that guilt can do funny things to your memoy sometimes.

Well, right, but my memoy's pretty clear, sir.

l--l did what l did.

Well...

l've come to believe there's two kinds of people:...

one is the hero of your own stoy...

and the other kind of person that feels like he's to blame for evemhing.

l shot the guy.

Scott, you have a wife and a little girl, right?

lf you start telling people that this thing was your fault...

then you're going to lose your iob...

and might even end up in a criminal court.

This man you shot is a drug dealer.

Makes his living hurting people.

Yeah, but the Lord says that l--l--

l respect your beliefs...

but l don't think the Lord's going to help you out on this one.

l--l'd like for you to go home tonight...

think about how good it is being with your wife...

your little girl...

and then think about what happened in that diner.

Well, thanks again for coming by, Scott.

l'll see you tomorrow at the deposition.

Take care.

Can we talk?

Yeah, sure.

You know, it's, uh-- it wasn't Colin Bennett's fault...

that l did drugs.

l could have gotten them from anyone. In fact, l did.

lt's iust that Colin had the best stuff.

lt was my problem.

l really liked cocaine.

[Door shuts]

[lndistinct chatter]

The hearing's in ten minutes.

Hey, Josh.

You know, l spoke to Gil Muller.

He said, uh...

he thinks you're a great kid...

And he misses you...

But, uh, he doesn't have enough room in his shelter...

at the moment.

Anyway, the hearing starts in a few minutes, so...

Anders Young.

Mr. Fallin, what's your recommendation?

Given the lack of alternatives...

l request that Anders Young be transferred...

to the Metropolitan Psychiatric Ward...

until a more suitable placement can be secured.

Approved.

Josh Bennett.

Given the lack of alternatives...

l request that Josh Bennett be transferred...

to Metropolitan Psychiatric Ward...

until a more suitable placement can be secured.

Approved.

Wendy Newberg.

Your recommendation, Mr. Fallin?

There's a bed at Thompson House.

Approved. Next case.

Mr. Masterson...

Nicole Stanton...

lf you get a fever or a headache, call me immediately.

- LULU: OK. - OK?

Two weeks, schedule an appointment with my office.

Until then, don't lift any obiects over ten pounds.

Keep up with your physical therapy and get plenty of rest.

OK.

Dr. Horwitz, l can't thank you enough, really.

You'll do great, Laura. You'll do great.

Wheelchair's on its way.

Great. Thanks for picking me up.

Uh, you know, Nick, l was thinking about your offer and, uh--

Thank you.

l iust think it might be best...

if my mother comes and stays with me for a while.

Change your mind?

Yeah, l did.

Fine.

Just because l iust think l need to, you know, recover...

and--and figure things out.

- Fine. - OK?

- Yeah. l said it's OK. - OK.

OK, Laura, let's go home.

[Telephones ringing and indistinct chatter]

Morning.

Morning.

Haven't asked me about our bet.

No.

[Clears throat]

Good for you.

Now, l'm going to tell you why you made the wrong choice.

Wendy Newberg lasted exactly thim-seven minutes at Thompson House.

She walked in, said hello to some of the girls in her suite...

watched some entertainment news show...

and at the first commercial break, she snuck out the back door.

Where'd she go?

She was paming in a bar on Libem Avenue with some bikers.

- The bartender called the cops. - l'm going to go get her.

No, she's already been got.

Well, l need to talk to her.

Well, she's no longer at Thompson House.

They admitted her to the psych ward last night.

l finished going over your time sheets.

There is no way you put in the hours you said you did.

Fine. Yeah, l lied about my hours.

l'm a corporate lawyer.

l've been rounding them up since the first day l got here...

but what difference does it make, Alvin?

l mean, if l put in three hours or three hundred...

you've reduced it down to drawing straws.

You're sure about this?

Scott Davenport is a Boy Scout, literally.

He's the leader of Troop 232 over in Homestead.

You're telling me you can win the case flat out?

- Get me a defense verdict? - Yes.

[Door opens]

[lndistinct chatter]

[Door shuts]

MAN: Mr. Davenport, tell us what happened...

after you stepped into the men's room at Hal's Diner.

SCOTT: Monday morning, just as l started my shift...

l went into the bathroom to relieve myself...

and l interrupted a drug deal taking place.

[Clears throat]

l identified myself.

The first man ran out of the bathroom.

The second man and l were left inside.

l told the second man to put his hands up...

that he was under arrest.

He did, and when l approached him...

he attacked me...

he threw me into the mirror...

cut my face.

We fell, uh, struggled...

and l pulled out my gun.

When he reached into his iacket, l fired.

l fired because l was afraid for my life.

[Clears throat]

So, tomorrow, you have to get back on the Rosen merger.

lt's a simple all-cash deal.

You iust have to review the term sheets...

and do a first draft of the stock purchase agreement.

- Not hungy? - No.

Give 'em to me.

You know, l was in your father's seminar at Pitt...

on mergers and acquisitions.

And you went straight into criminal law?

No. That was the only iob l could get.

Um...

your father iust impressed the hell out of me.

The way he put things, how he presented himself.

lt's great, you know. Your dad, at his age, is still passionate about things.

His cases, family.

Shouldn't mix it.

What does it matter?

Why he pushed his client.

Maybe it was for the cop, maybe it was for you...

but he got a great result.

You sure l can still have this?

Sure.

Mmm.

[Clears throat]

l, uh... l got to be somewhere.

- See you tomorrow. - Yeah.

ALVIN: l went over Mr. Fallin's work log.

And?

Mr. Fallin's learning curve is steep...

and occasionally it takes him three hours...

to do what it'd take a regular lawyer one...

but l don't see any evidence of him intentionally fabricating hours.

So you're satisfied with his accounting?

l would think that we may have overcredited Mr. Fallin...

by about one hundred hours...

but that's my fault.

Would you like me to restore those to his sentence?

l would imagine the law gives you no other choice.

l could give him two hundred.

One hundred's fine.

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