All language subtitles for L.A. Law S02E07 Rohner vs. Gradinger

Previously on L .A. Law.

Rona versus Gradinger.

Discovery is complete, and I'm pushing
for an accelerated trial date to try and

stir up some action. What are you doing
with this case?

I'll show you disruption.

Let the direct reflect that Attorney
Kilbourne has risen manifesting violent

propensities. Excuse me. You know what
this kid's doing? I'm wearing him down,

sir. He's about to give up. I can... No!

What if other firms did this to us?

tying up Michael Cusack or Arnold Becker
for two full days. Do you have any idea

how much that would cost us? When?

Mickey, it's been forever.

You look great.

I'm going to call you for lunch.

Who was that?

My ex -wife.

I think we ought to take a little break,
you and me.

I'm moving back to my place, Michael.

You know, you're being just as
controlling and manipulative as you

being. Stuart, that's just not true. You
won't accept one single gift from me.

You don't want to make love?

You won't even let me hold you. I call
that punishment.

I'm not saying you're right, but I'll
take it under advisement. Thank you very

much, Counselor. Go away!

You down there. Did you find it?

My bailiff lost her contact lens.

Got it!

Out of curiosity, does your wife know
you're carrying on with that nearsighted

tootsie?

Rhonda, please, sit down.

Rhonda, I don't know any way to say this
except to be blunt.

We have to break it off.

I'm being blackmailed.

Oh, no.

Your brother?

He's determined to turn this into
something cheap and tawdry.

Oh, Douglas, I'm so sorry.

It's all my fault.

Rhonda, no.

You were wonderful.

You brought feeling back to what has
long been heartless.

Your passion, your kindness.

I'll never forget you.

How does it go?

They know not I knew thee who knew too
well.

Long, long shall I rue thee too deeply
to tell.

What? It's a poem by Byron.

I can't believe it.

No one ever quoted poetry to me before.

In secret we met.

In silence I grieve that thy heart could
forget, thy

spirit deceive.

If I should meet thee after long years,
how should I greet thee

with silence and tears?

Michael, how's our celebrity hoodlum?

I can't believe the DA's office is
actually making me take this one to

beat up a fan, and they found cocaine in
his pocket.

What should they do, make a movie of the
week?

This is simple as salt and less than a
gram of cocaine. They usually plead

things out, only in this case the deputy
DA likes to see her face on the nightly

news. And on the subject of
entertainment, how's our producer Gordon

He's still unhappy, Douglas.

We filed a complaint against... studio,
but he wants instant results.

He will be in tomorrow, so you all might
want to close your doors.

Wonderful.

Rona versus Gratinger. Well, the more I
go over this, the more convinced I am

the parties really want a
reconciliation.

Are you nuts?

I'm going to bring them in for a little
heart -to -heart. I think they can work

it out. This isn't a coffee clutch, Miss
Perkins. This is a complex breach of

contract case involving millions of
dollars.

The bottom line is that we are talking
about two ex -best friends suing each

other over muffin recipes.

And from everything I've seen, they're
looking for an excuse to get back

together. This is insanity.

I know what I'm doing. Abby has the
matter in hand, Douglas. Next case.

There is no next case.

We're adjourned.

Do you want to get a cup of coffee?
Sure.

Sure. You got a minute?

Yeah.

What's that? I got some bad news.

What? It's my mother.

Is she sick?

Worse. She's in San Francisco with some
tour group, and she wants to jump off

and fly down here tonight.

Well, that's not so unreasonable.

Is she going to stay with us? No. She
stays with some old college roommate in

Hancock Park.

What's the big deal?

What?

She's not sophisticated in a lot of
ways, Stuart.

I'm just afraid you're not going to like
her.

And she's your mom. I'm going to love
her.

Don't underestimate me, okay? I happen
to be amazing around moms.

When I was in high school, all of them
had crushes on me.

It was the daughters I had trouble with.

Trust me, okay?

Are you okay?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... Whoa.

We're stuck.

Hello?

Hello? We're stuck in here.

Okay, we're on it.

How long do you think it'll take?

We're sending a man right now. Okay.

Thank you.

It shouldn't be real long.

Oh, dear.

I'm sorry.

God, I feel like such a fool.

Here.

Thank you. It's okay.

I was in with my divorce lawyer all
morning.

Mm -hmm. That'll do it all right.

You divorced?

No, actually, I've never been married. I
just could imagine how difficult it

must be seeing your marriage die.

Not this marriage.

Even in front of those two lawyers out
there, my husband was so abusive towards

me. I mean, finally, I just had to run
out of there.

And then you get stuck in an elevator.

I guess this just isn't your day.

Yeah, maybe.

I'm sorry, maybe not.

Anyway, I'm Laurence Sevilla.

Patricia Fuentes. How do you do? Nice to
meet you. Nice to meet you.

So you work in this building? Mm -hmm.

A lawyer, then?

Oh, no, you mean I'm really starting to
look like one?

Yeah, well, oh.

Great.

We're moving.

Oh, good.

Great. You know, I can guarantee you if
I were trapped in here with a dozen

screaming kids, they would have taken at
least an hour to get me out.

Look, what would you say to continuing
this, uh...

Over lunch?

Well... Oh.

Thank you very much anyway, but I better
not.

Thank you. Bye -bye.

Bye.

Mr.

Savenko, can you describe the events on
the night of June 21st for us?

My girlfriend and I were walking around
on Sunset and a limo pulled up in front

of Spago's.

and we saw Patrick Boyd and his date get
out and go inside.

Well, my girlfriend wanted to get some
pictures or maybe an autograph or

something, so we hung around, waited for
him to come out.

When he did, she goes to take his
picture, and he starts cursing at her.

What happened next?

He was acting like he was going to knock
the camera out of her hand, so I step

in front of her, and out of nowhere, the
guy slugs me.

Now, I tried to cool him out, but I
couldn't, so the cops came, they broke

up, and I told them I wanted to press
charges.

Can you tell the court what you observed
at this point?

The police had him up against the car,
and they were patting him down.

And when they came up with that little
dark brown glass vial, I saw him just

kind of slumped.

I have no further questions.

Patrick, you are so gorgeous.

Does a poor officer remove that young
woman?

Sorry, Your Honor.

I'm sorry. Don't make me leave.

I love you, Patrick.

Another such outburst, and I will clear
this courtroom.

Mr. Cusack?

Mr. Savenko.

I have a sworn testimony from one of the
parking attendants at Spago that you

and your girlfriend were having a heated
argument just prior to your altercation

with Patrick Boyd.

Couples fight. At the moment, sir, you
and your girlfriend are the only couple

I'm interested in, and the question is,
what were you fighting about?

She could not stop talking about him.

She wouldn't leave without seeing him.
I'm standing on a sidewalk waiting for

this guy like an idiot. He comes plowing
through like we're not even there.

And when he pushed you, you pushed him
back.

Yeah, in self -defense.

And that's when the punching started.

He threw the first punch. And you
punched him back.

He was threatening me.

Mr. Savenko, do you work out with
weights?

Colts gym five times a week.

And you are currently employed as a
bouncer at a disco bar called the Golden

Cadillac. Is that right? Yeah. And yet
in your testimony, you say that you

my client poses a physical threat to
you? He's supposed to be so tough in his

movies. He ain't nothing. I'd have
knocked his teeth down his throat if the

hadn't showed up. Thank you, Mr.
Savenko.

No further questions.

A charming place.

The prices.

Hey, we're celebrating.

Besides, nothing is too good for the
mother of my wife to be.

Well, isn't that nice?

So, do it.

Tell me about yourself.

Now, I understand that you are a
brilliant tax attorney.

Well, tax attorney part's right anyway.

Oh, you're just being modest, I'm sure.

You people are always so good at that
sort of thing.

Well, me?

I can't even balance my checkbook.

Really? That must be where Anne gets her
head for figures, huh?

Stuart tried to do my taxes last year.

Well, aren't you lucky?

You know, your father used to say if
only he had had a Jewish bookkeeper,

all be millionaires.

I don't think you should generalize like
that, Mom.

I meant that as a compliment.

Stuart, I want you to know I do not
judge a man by his race or creed.

That's what's in the heart that really
matters.

Good for you, Mom.

So how's Aunt Fiddle, Mom?

Well, Fiddle's fine. She doesn't take it
easy for a while.

She is so happy that Annie is marrying a
Jewish man.

She says Jewish men don't drink. Jewish
men don't run around with women.

And Jewish men put their wives on a
pedestal. Oh, yeah?

You want to know why we put our wives on
a pedestal, Miss Kelsey?

Why?

Because that way it's much easier to
kiss them on that. Do it.

Those thieves are jacking me up and down
like this, and you're doing nothing.

The movie has grossed 90 million, and
those lame pitches say they're not in

profits yet? That's why we're suing
them, Mr. Bass.

But litigation takes time.

I want an immediate injunction.

Well, you can't have one.

You're seeking money damages, Mr. Bass.
You're not entitled to equitable relief.

Crap!

Legal, technical crap!

Nevertheless, the law. That stinking
studio's getting rich off my movie, and

you're letting him get away with it!
Read my lips, Mr. Bass.

They're not getting away with it.

We're suing him.

Your rights will be vindicated. It's
gonna take a little time. You know what

problem is here?

What? There's not enough froth in your
mouth. You're not mad enough.

I'm an attorney, not a pit bull.

You're not my attorney anymore. I had
the file sent over to my house this

afternoon.

You ever hear the one about the attorney
and the movie mogul?

You know, you're the fourth lawyer in
four years. I wish someone would explain

to me what the hell is going on here.
Well, Mr. Roaner, I've been poring over

the claims and the counterclaims and
deposition transcripts.

And the thing that sort of jumps out
here...

The two men are paying lawyers a lot of
money because their feelings are hurt.

Why should my feelings be hurt?

Just because my best boyhood friend took
my recipes, went national,

international, and now is in all the
supermarkets, too? I've read your

deposition, Mr. Roaner.

Page 27.

He's the only partner I've ever had. The
only one who understood me.

His deposition.

Page 47.

Those early days in our first mini
-muffin store, I always thought we'd

together forever.

Now, those statements have nothing to do
with business or money or breach of

contract, Mr. Roaner.

What those statements say to me is that
you two miss each other.

I hired this firm for legal advice.

I already have a therapist. I'm sure you
do, and I'm willing to bet the name

Gradinger comes up at every session.

Look, you came to this office four years
ago.

Because someone had wronged you, and you
wanted lawyers to fix everything.

And no matter what the legal ruling is
in this case, Mr. Owner, I don't think

that everything will feel totally fixed
until you sit down with your friend and

you work out your differences.

Even if I agreed, he'd never do it.

If I can get him to talk, you promise
you'll talk back?

Good.

Vinnie, my man, you got the Gordon Bass
file handy?

Right here.

Mr. Markowitz wants me to bring it to
Mr.

Bass in a taxi cab.

Well, I'm going out that way. I'll take
it to him.

Save you some time.

He's supposed to get it today.

No problem, buddy.

It's as good as bare.

Mistress Appointee?

Hello.

Hello.

Um, I hope I'm not disturbing you. Uh,
no, no, not at all.

Come in, please.

I wanted to return this to you.

Oh, you didn't have to do that.

Sit down.

I'd also like to explain that I did want
to have lunch with you yesterday.

So why did you say no?

Oh.

My husband, Armand Sevilla.

The land developer.

Yeah.

He's a man very used to getting his own
way.

And this divorce... He never wanted it.

He's made certain threats.

And you're frightened of him.

Yes.

I'm very frightened of him.

Well, I'm not.

So why don't you have dinner with me
tonight, Lauren?

Yes.

Okay. I'd like that very much.

Mike, I just found out I've got to
testify in federal court, so let's get

held over till tomorrow, okay?

Well, you've got a co -counsel who can
try the case, don't you?

Oh, come on. You're going to make me get
this continuum from the judge?

You know, there's nothing that says that
we have to finish this trial.

You're not going to start this again,
are you?

My client's an actor.

You know what that means?

When he gets on that stand, the jury's
going to want to reach out and touch the

hem of his garment. The last thing
they're going to want to do is send him

jail. So what's your problem with
finishing the trial if that's the way

feel?

You know, it occurs to me that there's
something more important going on here

than either you or me getting our name
in the papers.

Like maybe my client could benefit from
being in a drug program.

Now, if that jury comes back with an
acquittal, he's going to think he's

invincible. That's only going to make
that problem worse.

So what's your suggestion?

The same as before.

Dismiss the assault. It's trash anyway.

Suspend the criminal proceedings on the
felony possession and let him enroll in

a drug program.

And I'm supposed to want to do this
because he's a big star, right?

Damn it, Yvonne, maybe you're supposed
to want to do it because it's the right

thing to do.

You know, this guy kills me.

What's the matter? He's never heard the
word no. He thinks we've all been put on

this earth just to make him happy.

Patrick Boyd is entitled to the chance
to get himself straight. That's no more

than anyone else would get.

All right, all right, all right.

Tell Mr.

Boyd, if he enters an approved drug
program, I will ask the court to let the

prosecution ride.

Entry into a drug program by itself
won't do it.

Either he cleans up his act permanently
or the charges get reinstated.

The DA has been subpoenaed to testify in
federal court.

So what does this have to do with me?

One day continuance.

You're telling me I sat in there all
morning for nothing?

It happens sometimes.

Just do me a favor. Don't tell me it
happens, all right? It doesn't mean

anything. It doesn't excuse anything.
It's nothing.

There's nothing for you to excuse here,
Patrick. This is official court

business. Do the studio lawyers know
about this? I'm not consulting with the

studio lawyers. Well, maybe you should
be. I mean, if they're rearranging their

shooting schedules around this trial,
they'd like to know that some...

civil service bimbo is trying to stick
it to me. Well, what can I say?

being a defendant in a criminal trial
has its inconveniences. And your job is

insulate me from as many of those as
possible. Now, the more that I have to

with those on my own means the more that
you are not doing your job. Now, you

don't pay for that. I pay for that.

Patrick, the DA is willing to suspend
the criminal proceedings, provided that

you check into a drug treatment program.

Well, you tell her to jam it, all right?

Now, look, drug programs are for people
with drug problems. I don't have a drug

problem. Now, what are you, my mother?

Your job is to try my case, not enroll
me in a drug program. You want to take a

poke at me too, Patrick?

I got sprung unexpectedly. I thought I'd
drop by and see what you were up to.

Going over motions and eating a yogurt.

Well, I have a better idea.

What?

No.

Why not?

Come on, Mickey.

I met you, Gracie. I'm not touching you.

How's your ex -wife?

The operative word there is X. I haven't
seen her, and I don't think about her.

But I do think about you.

Could I at least have a kiss, please?

There's about a million people outside
my door. So what?

Come on, just one little kiss, okay? One
kiss.

Mickey. Mickey.

Mickey, stop.

Stop. I'll lock the door. No, no, no,
no.

If we're going to do it, may as well do
it right.

You like the Biltmore or the... Before

we

embark down the list of accounts
receivable, There is something else on

table, which is the situation with Miss
Perkins.

I thought we settled this. We settled
nothing. I think we should give serious

consideration to yanking Rona versus
Gradinger from her before we risk losing

major client.

Your mind is so made up that she can't
do the job. You won't even give her a

chance to prove you wrong.

She has no experience with complex
commercial litigation, particularly not

matter in as delicate a phase of
negotiation as this one.

My apologies.

Something came up.

Douglas.

Rona versus Gradinger has been on the
books for four and a half years.

I've had it, Michael's had it, and it is
no closer to a resolution now than it

was when it came in.

If Abby has the initiative and wants to
put in the hours, I don't see the

downside. I'm with Ann on this.

Fine. You want to give her enough rope
to hang herself?

Be my guest.

She just better be prepared to take the
consequences.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. If you have a summons, I
can... You bastard.

You went to my cabin and got me
transferred, didn't you?

Excuse me? You got me put on
disciplinary probation. I'm being

county jail.

Uh, my court bailiff.

Ms. Vasek, I will be happy to discuss
your employment problem.

Employment? But this is not the
appropriate forum. What a jerk I was. I

thought you cared about me. I do care
about you. I care about everybody in my

courtroom. And what about everyone in
your chambers?

Disgusting things I let you do to me. I
assure you, I know nothing about what

she's talking about. Waiting for you
like a fool after session so you could

on me and do your dirty business.

And then five minutes later, you were
back on your way to your wife.

Rhonda.

You know the craziest thing?

I thought all this time you were so
decent.

So above me.

But you're not above me at all.

You're a swine, Douglas Brackman, and I
will hate you forever.

If you'll excuse me

What, Jonathan?

Gordon Bass called looking for his file.
Benny said you took it?

I thought I'd take it to myself. I think
I can convince him to stay with us.

We don't solicit clients, Jonathan.

That's not our style. Well, it's not
solicitation, really. Just a little

fellowship.

Just the same. I'd appreciate it if
you'd just deliver the file without the

pitch.

Stewart's handling of the case was fine,
and if Bass doesn't like it, that's his

right. But we don't stroke clients for
business.

Okay. I'll get the file to him right
away. Thanks.

Mr. McKenzie? Oh, yes.

God, she's great, Michael. She's smart,
beautiful, funny.

You're rolling your eyes.

You're rolling your eyes.

Well, forgive me if it sounds like maybe
I've heard this story from you before.

Look, look, I know that I haven't had
the best track record like you when it's

come to picking women, but you seem
totally normal, down to earth. Oh,

Sevilla's wife, down to earth? Kind of
hard, I think, when you're worth $50

million. Nope, signed a prenup. Forget
it.

I never saw a prenup I couldn't buy.

Thanks, Arnie.

But A, she's really not into the money,
and B, she's already got herself a

lawyer.

Michael, Victor, Doug. Stephen, do you
have a minute?

Michael, Victor, a moment.

I just want you to know I had no idea
that woman would pursue me into the

workplace to wreak her vendetta.

It's not as if I pursued her. She
practically threw herself at me.

Well. Who could resist a woman in
uniform?

Don't start.

I'll have no fury. I just hope you used
protection.

If you mean you think she might have
meshed me into a fraternity situation, I

can assure you I made certain she was on
the pill.

Not her. You.

Condom?

AIDS, Douglas?

The second coming of the Black Plague?

AIDS?

Look, if you're going to practice
surgery, take it from someone who knows.

Never operate without your gloves on.
What are you talking about?

Heterosexuals aren't at risk.

I read an article in Playboy. Do you
believe everything you read? Arnold,

not as if I'm promiscuous.

Well, okay, what about her?

She's, what, 30, 35 years old?

15 years of sexual activity, average of
a dozen guys a year, each with a dance

card of his own. That's 12 times 15.

180.

180 to what?

20th power?

Face it, Douglas, each time you hit the
sheets with someone new, you link

yourself up virally with about half the
world population.

Victor, have you met my mom?

Charlotte Kelsey, Victor Cifuente.

Victor's one of my colleagues.

Hello. Nice to meet you. Mom is here all
the way from Waterville, Maine.

Oh, Maine.

That's in New England.

Really? Who's from Maine?

Annie's mother.

Charlotte Kelsey, John Rollins.

John's just joined us.

Isn't that nice?

Maine's only about my favorite place in
the world.

You've been there?

Oh, a couple of us from school used to
rent a house for the summer on Deer

Listen, I'd love to talk to you about
it, but I have a file to deliver.

I've got to get back, too.

Pleasure, ma 'am.

I don't understand.

The Spaniard was wearing an earring.

And that Negro man, is he a lawyer or
the delivery boy?

A lawyer, Mom.

Can you tell us what happened as you
were leaving Spago's on the night of

21st? I'll tell you, it's a little hard
to say.

It seemed as though we just stepped out
the door when the flash went off in my

face.

I asked both Mr. Savenko and the young
lady he was with to please respect my

privacy, and especially that of the
young lady that I was with.

He kept... Pushing into me, though, his
girlfriend kept snapping pictures, and I

put up my hand and said, hold it, and
that's when he took a swing at me, and I

just did the best I could to defend
myself. I'm not much of a fighter, to

you the truth.

Mr. Savenko testified that you cursed at
his girlfriend when she asked to take

your picture.

When I said no to any more photographs,
and she did it anyway, I said, damn it,

I asked you not to.

We've heard the testimony of Officer
Richard Barkey of the L .A. County

Sheriff's Department that you had a vial
of cocaine in your jacket pocket.

Well, that's just it. It wasn't my
jacket.

You see, it was Karen's birthday, and we
were going out. I knew she was going to

be all dressed up, and I felt kind of
bad that I wasn't.

We were running late on the set, and I
wasn't going to have a chance to go home

and change, so I grabbed a sports jacket
off the wardrobe rack.

I sure never expected anything like that
to be in the pocket.

So you're saying that the vial of
cocaine in your jacket pocket didn't

you? No, sir, it did not.

I wasn't knowingly carrying drugs of any
kind, nor do I use drugs of any kind.

Thank you. I have no further questions.

Take me with you, Patrick.

If they send you to jail, take me with
you.

Potter!

If you bend your knees and really get
out in front of the ball, you can cream

those for cross -court winners.

Who are you?

Jonathan Rodham from McKenzie Taney
Bracklin.

I've got your file.

About time. Maybe now I could do
something with it. Excuse my candor,

it's silly to recruit an entire new team
when all you really have to do is

change quarterbacks.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about someone who will bust
these guys and crush a few stones in the

process. And I suppose that's you.

You mind?

Go ahead.

Attorney Alden Thompson, please.
Jonathan Rollins calling.

Excuse me?

Yes, well, tell him he can talk to me
now or leave me in court after I move

sanctions against him for frivolous
motions.

Thank you.

Try keeping your body at a 90 -degree
angle when you make contact.

Keep your racket up and don't... Turn
your wrist over.

This isn't squash.

Yeah.

Yes, Mr. Thompson. Jonathan Rollins, new
McKenzie Bracken attorney for Gordon

Bath and our claim against Capitol
Studios.

Great. Now, how about we dispense with
the pleasantries and cut right to the

chase?

You continue these stalling tactics at
my expense, and I'll holler you into

motion for sanction.

Yeah, I know who I'm talking to. A heel
-dragging defense lawyer who likes to

make life miserable for legitimate
plaintiffs with legitimate claims. But

you pull that crap this time, I suggest
you learn who you're talking to. Good

day, counselor.

And that is just warming up.

Now, give me 20 minutes with your
backhand, and I'll have your next

eating the ball.

Mr.

Gradinger, in your interview last year
with Fortune magazine, You said that the

one thing missing in all your success
was the opportunity to share it with the

person that it all began with.

Do you still believe that?

A little.

Funny way of showing it.

You're the one who said you never wanted
to see me again. I never said that.

You always make up... Hold on.

Both of you. Mr. Roaner, I'd like to ask
you a question, and I would like an

honest answer.

Do you miss working with Mr. Groeninger?

A little.

And if there was some way to work all of
this out and to get you two back

together again, would you be interested
in exploring that?

Maybe.

Mr. Gradinger?

Maybe.

Now, before I get all choked up here,
may I point out, none of this is

to Mr. Roaner's blatant attempt to rip
off royalties from my clients. Rip off?

Yeah, rip off.

You let my client take all the risks.
Now, you want to cash in on the payoff,

don't you? You had to go big time at the
expense of quality preservatives in the

muffins, irradiated blueberries. Here we
go.

You're the purist. I'm the host.

Let's just get this back. You're just as
blind and petty as the day we split up.

And you're as greedy. A negative,
little, small -minded, rip -off

Burnett, you are provoking this. You'd
like to keep milking your cash cow. Oh,

please. You are always small -time. I
carried you for years.

I'm out of here.

Manny. That's it. Run away.

For once, have the guts to face up to
something. I'll face up to you.

You're still the scariest little man.
Manny.

Stop it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Oh, no.

Oh, my God.

Are you all right?

The miracle no one has heard?

Tell me the truth.

Did I offer to pay for the new glass?

Insurance will cover it. Besides, you
didn't break it. Tell that to Brackman.

Why, did he say something?

No.

That's what has me terrified. He's been
in his office all morning with the door

shut.

I know they're going to fire me.

They're not going to fire you.

You miscalculated, that's all. Says you.

Come on, I'll buy you a cup of coffee.

You think you've got problems.

My mother is driving me nuts.

The woman drops in out of the blue and
expects everyone to run around and dance

attendance on her. Is it really that
bad?

It's that bad.

Besides that, Stuart is convinced that
she's anti -Semitic. Oh, now why would

think that?

Because she is.

Oh. Oh.

At least she'll only be here a couple
more days.

But tonight is the worst.

Tonight, the people she's staying with
are throwing a party, complete with cut

glass punch balls and a guest list out
of the descendants of the Mayflower.

Stuart will have a chip on his shoulder,
and I can feel my neck getting as tight

as piano wire.

They're both adults, right?

I'm sure that they're going to behave
themselves.

Of course, that's what I said about Rona
versus Gratinger.

With a January start date in Portugal,
but this time no one's going to jack me

around on net profit.

You want to... There's my killer.

It seems you've persuaded Mr. Bass to
stay with the firm.

As long as you're my lawyer. And I've
told about a thousand of my closest

friends about you.

Great. Well, I better go. I know your
hourly rates.

Go get him, man.

And keep me informed.

We will.

Bye. All right.

Well, whatever your play was, it must
have been pretty effective.

What can I say?

How about nothing?

Last week, you were instructed to make
short shrift of a deposition. You turned

it into a marathon.

Yesterday, I directly told you not to
solicit for his business, and you did

that. And the execution of this
grandstanding, I'm told, consisted of

berating a respected attorney in this
community over the telephone.

I'm not that crazy, sir.

The only thing I berated was my own
answering machine.

I'm the one who brought you in here.

I thought then, and still do, that you
have the potential to be a colossal

talent.

But my name comes first on the
letterhead.

Defy me, disobey me, or embarrass me,
and you'll be doing your little dance at

somebody else's prom.

Understood?

I hear you.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

Yes, Your Honor, we have.

On the charge of assault, we find the
defendant, Patrick Boyd, not guilty.

On the charge of possession of a
controlled substance, we find the

also not guilty.

No!

The jury is charged to the fans of the
court.

This court be recent.

There's a little celebration planned
with Giardino tonight.

Really?

I thought you knew it was going to be
something to celebrate.

I think positive is the key to success.

Anyway, look, I hope you can make it,
because I intend to tell everybody that

when I'm in a jam, you are my man.

Patrick, to tell you the truth, I really
don't need the business.

Not to worry. My day as a defendant is
over.

Patrick, congratulations,

Patrick. Thank you. Have any statements
for the press?

Maybe later. Right now, I want to thank
the jury. I think they'd like that.

Great, hey.

What?

I want you to move back in with me.

I don't think so.

Not yet.

Well, what about the other afternoon?

Maybe I'm crazy, but I was under the
distinct impression that you still kind

like me.

Making love to you has never been a
problem, kiddo.

Well.

Realistically, then, you work 12 hours a
day.

I work 12 hours a day.

So, how are we going to work things out
if we don't live together?

You sound like an efficiency expert.

Gracie, these last few weeks without
you... Well, what I'm trying to say is

that you are the most important thing in
the world to me.

And if I thought that being apart...

would make things right, I'd have no
problem with it.

But I believe that the only way we're
going to heal this relationship is by

being together and fighting for it as
hard as we can.

Damn it, Kodak, you're not playing fair.

You know I love you.

You know I loved after you.

You're seducing me.

Mr. Kruzak?

Do you have a telephone call?

You

dance

the most wonderful party. There are so
many people. I want to meet you.

You don't have to stay that long. I'm
okay.

I'm sure.

Will you stop worrying, Ann?

I'm fine. I'm fine.

No, thank you.

Nice. Nice.

A slice of South Africa.

I need a drink.

Can I get you something? Would you?
White wine? White wine.

Excuse me. I'd like a martini and a
wine.

What about the children? They'll be
Jews, you know.

You'll never let her take them to church
or be baptized.

Well, I'm just so afraid of alienating
her.

Charlotte, it's a mother's duty to let
her child know how she feels.

He's such a lovely girl. I can't believe
she couldn't do better than some awful

little money man.

But she says she's happy. Listen to me.

Jews are not like us. They look
different. They think differently.

Let them keep to their own kind.

Excuse me.

I couldn't help but hear your
conversation.

Do it. You have expressed so much
hostility to me, to Jews in general. Let

ask you a question.

Hasn't you ever done anything to you
personally to fill you with such hatred?

I?

No.

Well, um... Excuse me.

Step aside, please.

No one has.

Well, didn't take you long, did it,
Patrick?

You wipe out your car, send your date to
the hospital, get nailed with two and a

half grams in the glove compartment.

Just do what you have to do to get me
out of here, okay?

Nope, not this time. I'm finished
mopping up after you. Hey, uh,

lawyers are a dime a dozen in this town.

Oh, yeah?

I'm not releasing you, okay?

Don't bother.

I'm releasing myself.

Wait a minute.

You're going to tell me that you don't
reach for a little nose candy every once

in a while, jump and tingle on occasion,
huh?

This conversation isn't about me.

You're the one whose name's on the
arrest report.

You're the self -destructive little jerk
who has a drug problem that you can't

even come close to controlling.

Yeah, well, it's my right, isn't it?

Huh? Live fast, die young.

Leave a good -looking corpse.

Yeah, you want to be James Dean. Why
don't you do it right?

Why all the meaningless fistfights and
drug fights? Get off my back, all right?

Oh, put the pedal to the metal.

Checkout's clean. No skid marks, no mop
-ups, no nothing.

Look, I... I don't want to die, all
right?

Really?

Well, you sure as hell give the
impression of someone who does.

Wait a minute.

Please.

You don't know what it's like to lie in
bed at night, scared to death that

they're going to find you out and take
everything away.

I do a couple of rails of cocaine and
the whole world is mine.

The truth is, I can't imagine what

it would be like not to do cocaine.

Well, maybe the first step is to get
some help imagining it.

I don't know how to explain it.

Just... I heard them.

And this rage started building up until
it reached its flashpoint.

Not like that.

I've never done anything like that.

I know.

I'm not a very good Jew. I don't go to
temple. I don't observe the holidays.

Who I am?

I don't know. It's like the weight of 5
,000 years.

Or whatever.

Stuart, you don't have to justify
anything to me.

What happened.

What they said.

I'm just so sorry you had to hear it.

I hate that I'm the cause of this rift
between you and your mother.

That's old business. And anyway, she had
it coming.

And given what happened, are you sure
you want to get married?

How can you ask that? She and I are
never going to be able to repair this

Stuart, if there's really any doubt in
your mind, let me make it simple.

I love you unconditionally and
unequivocally.

And if she's going to make me choose
between you, it's no contest.

She either accepts you and me for who we
are, or if that's too much for her,

it's even simpler.

She's out of our lives.

I'm nuts about you.

And I want to marry you.

And right now I'm freezing cold. And I
want to take you home and make you

something to eat.

I'm very hungry.

Some nice chicken soup. What could it
hurt?