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Previously on Canterbury's Law. I am just not ready to talk about this, okay?

Our son has been gone for over three years.

Sam?

Sam! I'm not saying that we're going to forget him. Oh, then what are you

saying, Matt?

I need to know what this jury's thinking, Frank.

That's jury number seven. I love her.

What was your name?

I've known Canterbury since we were one house, and when she crosses a line, she

does it for her clients.

You talk just like that bottom-feeding bitch.

I bet you're wondering why I called you here this morning. See, in the criminal

justice system, the state can't put a person on trial on my say-so alone.

As Deputy Attorney General, I present you with the evidence. You, the grand

jury, decide if we proceed to trial.

You will see evidence of an attorney's behavior that crossed the line from

flamboyant to criminal.

You will see attorney misconduct so egregious that today a registered sex

offender, a man who admitted to killing a 12-year-old boy, is walking the

streets a free man.

And that's why I feel confident to return a felony indictment for

subornation of perjury and jury tampering against this lawyer, Elizabeth

Canterbury.

You first.

Why can't we just stay like this the whole day?

I can.

But you can't.

Why not?

Someone has to teach those students to think like Louise.

Save me some hot water.

This was big stuff, wasn't it, Officer Callahan?

Hell, it even had its own name. The Heidi Bandit.

Cute. Catchy. A lady bank robber sells papers. Oh, let's just be clear. It

wasn't possible to see the robber's face on the videotape made by the bank's

security cameras, was it? No. She wore a mask. All that was visible were her

blonde pigtails. Ergo, Heidi.

Tell us, officer, when you arrested my client two weeks after the robbery, was

her hair in pigtails then? No.

But she was blonde.

Ooh. Ought to be a law, right?

Did you arrest every blonde that you saw over that two-week period?

Your client was sitting in the parking lot of another bank. I suspect that she

was casing it for another robbery.

When I searched the trunk, I found a gun and a ski mask. The real issue here is

whether you had probable cause to search her car in the first place. I've already

ruled on this, Ms. Canterbury. Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot.

Being blonde in the state of Rhode Island means you kissed your

constitutional rights goodbye.

Objection. Withdrawn.

Officer Callahan, have you ever said to yourself...

He just looks guilty. Sure.

Arrested him? Yeah. Was he convicted? Some were, some weren't. So sometimes

you were wrong.

Sometimes those who looked guilty weren't. Your client had the mask and

the gun in the trunk of a... Yes or no?

Yes. One last question.

How many of those acquitted were blonde?

Elizabeth, you mind?

Go ahead.

Same.

You got it.

You don't even know what I'm having. After five hours in the grand jury, I

don't care.

Well, I hope it was a nice, juicy, class-A felony.

Matter of fact, I think you would have liked this one.

Unfortunately, what happens in the grand jury stays in the grand jury.

Well, good luck to you. More clients for me.

The Heidi Bandit?

How do these people find you?

I'm just glad that they do. You know, this is nice.

Me, you, two traveling pilgrims resting their weary souls at the tabard. The

tabard. What, did you Google me and end up on a Chaucer site? Yeah, I read a

book now and again.

Fast jury.

Yeah.

You're right there.

Uh-uh.

On me.

So unlike you, Zach.

I'm feeling generous.

Go get your verdict.

All right, all right, hold on.

Who is it?

What do you want?

Mr. Ekstrom.

Let me check my driver's license. We have a warrant to search the premises,

Mr. Eggers. For what?

Wait a minute.

For what, guys?

Hey, seriously.

She's, uh, legal, by the way.

Son of a bitch.

Who made this coffee?

Uh, the thing is, Russell, coffee's supposed to be hot. You know what? Screw

it. Let's sue.

We're insured. Put some cold water on it, and if you trip on the way to the

sink, make sure you break a rib or a collarbone. We're talking windfall.

Don't you have a trial to get ready for?

Free, Heidi.

Oh, which leads me to, uh... She's coming tomorrow with the checkbook.

Guys, I got a new one.

When a lawyer dies, why do they bury him 30 feet under the ground?

Okay. We'll give.

Because deep down, they really are nice guys.

Yo, I killed an open mic night with that. Call Annabeth. Tell her anytime

tomorrow's good.

Okay. Hey, Chester, your old man called.

Yeah, take a message.

I did. He says it's important.

You know my last job? The lawyers all hated each other. We're one big happy

family. Yeah, I was out of there as soon as the in-house shrink showed up. Oh,

hey, your bar review tutor called. I thought you took the bar already.

What? So loud.

Are your secrets safe?

There's no secret.

Of course.

Now? But I...

Okay, so does anyone besides me think Martin's a little too friendly?

Are you okay?

Something's come up. I have to go.

Family? Cover for me in court.

His name's Artie Flom. He sells Christian literature.

He's wanted for operating a vehicle under the influence.

Just stand there and ask for an adjournment. Okay, what if the judge

won't... It's what happens when you pass the bar.

Just act like a lawyer.

Hey, Russ.

Hey, how are you on Article 9?

Oh, it wasn't my favorite. Yeah, me neither. Well, Mel Krieger just declared

bankruptcy and we're his biggest credit. I'm sorry this isn't your problem. So,

Chester wants me to fill in for him in court today. Yeah, congratulations. I'm

sorry I can't be there to cheer you on.

Yeah.

Mel, you're the exact person I need to talk to.

Yeah, I got half of it.

No, no, no, that's okay.

Hey, Liz.

That's unbelievable on the hiding bandit. Yeah, you win some. Yeah.

So, Chester handed off his trial to me. Oh, first time jitters?

You'll get your sea legs after your first witness.

Second tops. I don't know, Liz.

Hey, I only took the case to give Chester more court time experience.

His loss has just turned into your game. I don't think you understand. My first

time, it was fine after I finished puking.

Two words of advice.

One, do not eat Mexican before a trial.

And two, whatever happens, you get to go home and we get paid.

Be nice if you answer your phone every once in a while.

Oh, it's you who's been calling.

Liz, the cops searched both my apartment and my office.

They had a warrant, but they confiscated some files.

I'll get you a good lawyer.

What'd you do this time?

They said it was something about wiretapping, but I'm pretty sure from

what they seized, it was about you.

Me?

What did I do?

other than making Zach Williams look like an ass in court.

Well, he is an ass in and out of court. And they took the Foster case file.

Ethan Foster was acquitted.

Last I looked, double jeopardy.

Liz, listen to me.

They took the file on Patty Murphy, better known as juror number seven.

Sorry, I don't know him.

Never saw him in your life?

Nope.

Not that I remember. Okay.

Now, during the week that you sat as juror number seven for the Ethan Foster

murder trial, did you visit the doctor?

The judge adjourned early one day. My sinuses were killing me.

You still don't recognize him?

His name is Frank Angstrom.

Sorry. He was in Dr. Boynton's office at the same time you were.

I was sick. I really wasn't looking at the other patients.

Oh, he wasn't a patient.

Do you know how I know that?

Because Rita, Dr.

Boynton's receptionist, told me so.

She said she thought you two were there together.

Why do you suppose she would say that?

Maybe I do remember talking to him. Rita told our investigator that you two left

together.

Why do you want to ruin my life? Why are you lying to this grand jury?

I'm married.

So you're saying that you two were intimate. It's the first time I... Did

he tell you that he was a private investigator that worked for Elizabeth

Canterbury?

Of course not. He did talk about the trial with you. I didn't even know his

real name.

Did you talk about the trial with him, Mrs. Murphy?

He wanted to know what direction we were leaning in the case.

Which was?

We didn't believe Ethan Foster's alibi.

So what, if anything, unexpected happened in the trial the following day?

Mrs. Murphy?

If I had known, I... Answer the question, Mrs. Murphy.

The lawyer... Elizabeth Canterbury.

She put Ethan Foster on the stand.

He said he had been lying about his alibi all along.

So, the defendant changed his story after you told Miss Canterbury's private

investigator that the jury wasn't buying it.

Now, if you're interested, what Canterbury did is called subornation of

perjury.

My steroids are against the rules, which makes it cheating.

So is the spitball, but they still put Gaylord Perry in the Hall of Fame,

didn't they?

Nothing wrong with a little cheating, as long as you don't get caught.

No way to live your life.

No. No, it isn't.

Unless, of course, it's essential you win.

The problem, my friend, is what goes around... That's,

uh... subpoena to testify in front of the grand jury investigating Elizabeth

Canterbury.

Drink up, pal.

Next one's on me.

Yeah, he was there with Mr. Gooden. They were definitely having a good time.

As in they were drinking?

It was a bar, and it was Mr. Gooden's birthday.

Mr. Flom was celebrating with him? Him and three, four other guys.

Do you recall what time Mr. Flom left your bar?

10.15.

I was just going on break.

No further questions, Your Honor?

Um, the defense asks the court to reconsider its motion for an

adjournment. You don't give up, do you?

No, Your Honor.

Neither do I.

Motion denied again.

Cross-examine or forever hold your peace.

What was mr. Flom drunk objection calls for a conclusion sustained What

was he acting odd objection sustained Did it did did any of the other

customers complain objection calls for hearsay sustained.

That's strike three counselor Was mr. Flom acting any differently than he's

acted on any of the other occasions when you served him drinks

I watch a lot of law and order.

You might want to consider going pro se, Mr. Flom.

Any objection, Mr. Klein?

I object.

Congratulations.

Your tuition wasn't a complete waste.

Hey, look who's here.

My reason for getting up in the morning. Henry, come here.

Shake hands with my son.

Hi, nice to meet you. Nice to meet you.

Summa cum laude, Howard. You?

Top 2% of his class are Georgetown Law.

Small class.

Listen, be good to him, Henry.

He's on the road to judge.

I'm in a rush, Dad.

I'm moving and shaking. Come on.

Come in.

Don't you ever get tired of that?

No, I don't.

I'm supposed to be in court, so I appreciate it.

A successful man kibbles his little boy.

Your boss is about to self-destruct.

Listen. In my position, I hear things.

Zach Williams is presenting to the grand jury as we speak.

For what?

I don't know.

Something to do with that Ethan Foster case.

Canterbury is going down, and everybody around her is going along for the ride.

Listen, I can make a call, get you in at Merriweather Marks. You never give up,

do you?

Now, I'm sorry you can't brag about me to the boys at the club, but this is my

life. Excuse me, but even a rat knows when it's time to haul his butt

overboard.

Is it true?

What are we talking about?

Damn it, Russell, this is my future, too.

So Liz is being investigated by a grand jury?

It's an old AG trick, you know?

Put fear into the defense bar, try and keep him in line. Besides, I second

-seeded Liz on the Ethan Foster case.

Do I look worried?

No, you don't.

But I didn't mention the Ethan Foster case.

Nice. 61 Hope Real.

It's not our anniversary.

We're celebrating your verdict.

It was all over the news.

To kicking butt.

Thank you.

Free Heidi.

Now, I want to talk about something, and I want you to think about it before you

react. You got tickets to the Yankee Sox game?

No, I'm trying to be serious.

You got me those passes to the designer trunk show?

Forget it.

Oh, honey, come on. I'm just screwing with you.

You know I'm game for anything.

Oh.

Sorry.

We can't go on ignoring the pink elephant in the room, Beth.

I know.

He's not coming home.

And without giving up hope, we have to accept that and try to move on.

Some maniac took our son, Matt.

Where exactly do you propose we move on to?

Look, I know what you're trying to do.

But having some phony ritual isn't going to make us forget. It's not a phony

ritual. Oh, baby.

Time. That's all we need is time. What we need is to stop jumping every time

the phone rings.

See? I'm not jumping.

Just promise me you'll leave that phone home Thursday night.

Just me and my skimpiest.

Maybe it won't be so horrible.

Oh, come on.

We'll have fun.

Besides, I like being scrutinized.

Yes.

I noticed. I'll be the perfect little wife.

I won't testify.

He'll nail you for contempt.

A lie.

Ask Scooter Libby how well that worked out for him.

You just love this, don't you?

Coming in on your white horse, saving the damsel in distress.

Actually, I just love being thanked by you.

You know, the Ethan Foster case was the first time I've ever... You don't have

to explain to me.

You did what you had to do.

Even if they realize that he's lying, you still can't prove that she put him

up to it. The thing does not speak for itself.

If Canterbury finds out from Frank that her horse is stuck in the gate, she

jumps on another one midstream.

You still can't prove that she sent Frank to go seduce a juror.

I'm just getting started.

When did Miss Canterbury decide to let you testify, Mr. Foster?

It was my idea.

Oh, of course it was. Of course it was. But she did tell you what to say, didn't

she?

Right?

Mr. Foster?

I told the truth.

When you testified that Scott Jasper's father beat him.

That's right. So what you're saying is that your mom and dad lied when they

signed statements under oath saying that you were asleep the night of the

murders.

It would be wonderful, wouldn't it, Mr. Foster, if you could have it both ways?

Thanks. Here you go.

Bribing a public official.

Ah, better impanel a grand jury.

You know I can't say anything, that's all.

I think you just did.

Look, if it were up to me... How bad is it?

I shouldn't be talking to you.

Oh, right. Two old friends talking, two former colleagues. Zach might indict us.

Zach is Zach.

Nobody knows that better than you, right, Katie?

Look, what do you want from me?

You know Zach's not going to overlook two felony counts. Canterbury's his

golden goose.

Two felonies?

You didn't hear that from me. Done.

How bad?

It's really bad.

Buy me lunch.

I'm just gonna say this.

I'm being investigated by the grand jury.

I know. So do I.

Well, aren't I the jerk?

Oh, well, at least one of us is earning our keep.

Look, it's not like I shot anyone.

Zach Williams just thinks I crossed the line in the Ethan Foster case.

Okay, I did.

But it was only to prevent Ethan Foster from going to prison for the rest of his

life for something he didn't do. And, if you must know, I would do the exact same

thing again tomorrow.

He can't prove anything, right?

Well, okay, then. It's not the end of the world. I mean, sure, an indictment's

bad, but it's a long way from conviction.

I'll start researching on motion to dismiss tomorrow.

Uh, excuse me, but you have a trial to finish.

What can I say? Artie Flom likes you.

I've already started drafting the papers.

Look, if anyone wants to bail, I will totally understand.

It's a lot worse than you think.

Don't worry.

I will testify under oath that you had no idea what I was doing.

Oh, sure. Why not add a perjury count to the indictment?

Okay, you're angry. I get it.

And if I were you, I would resign and get as far away from you as you can.

That's right, because I'm just a flunky with a degree on the wall who's on a

need-to-know basis.

You know what pisses me off?

What? You think I would just turn my back, abandon you.

You think it's my own ass I'm worried about. This isn't about a rap on the

knuckles, Russell.

I'm looking at jail time.

You had nothing to do with it. We're partners.

We share profits and expenses.

We didn't sign some kind of blood oath. So if I were the one being investigated?

You're not.

This is my problem, and I will deal with it. Isn't it true, Ms. Canterbury, that

Frank Angstrom's been your private investigator for the last three years?

Leave, Russell. Frank Angstrom was working on the Ethan Foster case.

Correct.

Tell me, how would a file containing personal information on one of the

jurors, which, by the way, contained your handwriting, wind up in Mr.

Angstrom's office?

You always instruct your private investigators to sleep with jurors?

What? Look, I don't care what your personal relationship is with Frank.

What is that supposed to mean?

Like I said, this is a lot worse than you think.

Oh, gosh.

Anderson controls, not Shapiro.

Unless, of course... You're out in California.

Nobody knows what the loony birds out there will do.

Since it is likely that more of you will end up as criminals than criminal

lawyers, it's a good idea to learn this stuff either way. Now, for next week, I

want three cases, okay? Three cases.

Class dismissed.

What's up? Man, I think I might have really screwed up.

What? Wait, is something wrong?

What? What's wrong?

Yeah, I, um... Well, you know... You know the, um, the black dress with the

little frills? Um, I forgot to take you to the cleaner, and, um, there's wine

all down the front of it.

So?

You'll wear the one you wore to Casey's wedding.

I just want tomorrow night to work out for you.

Oh, thank you. That's really sweet.

What the hell are you doing?

Just paying my bill.

Oh, no, it's illegal for me to take proceeds from a criminal act as

compensation. Hello, you got me off, remember?

I'm innocent.

Ergo, this can't be proceeds of a crime.

Don't you love Latin? I didn't prove you innocent.

I proved you not guilty.

Oh, you say tomato.

And I got you off because the cops screwed up.

Well, looks like someone's grown a set of scruples.

Excuse me? Come on. You took my case. You had to know. But the cops violated

your rights by searching your trunk without probable cause.

And if I let it slide for you, that might be a free pass for them to do it

to someone who's actually innocent.

Well, what about my false arrest suit against the city? Goodbye.

But you said that you... Get out. I am done with you. Go.

Hey. I need Molly.

Where is she? Oh, she's at her bar review class.

What? What?

Oh, no.

Afternoon mass.

Oh, my God.

Drinks are on me when we win.

No, when I get my car back from the impound, we'll open up the 25-year-old

single mall.

It was in your car?

Oh, no, it's not what you think. The bottle was a birthday present for my

boss. Right, and it was in your car.

Yeah, I was gonna give it to him in the morning. Molly?

I don't have to. Just go.

Look, before you fire me, I think we can win this.

Officer Benson, what time does your tour typically end?

That would be midnight.

So why on that particular night did you clock out at 12 minutes past 1?

Oh, trust me, I already spoke to your desk sergeant.

Tell me this. Did you search my client's car after you arrested him?

Yes. Did you make an inventory list?

Of course.

Is this it?

Yeah.

Was there any alcohol?

Listed here? All the booze in that car was in your client. What if I told you

that when Mr. Flom left the bar that night, he went to Regal Liquor down the

block and purchased a $200 bottle of scotch? I'd tell him the $10 bottle

works just as good.

Funny. Isn't it true that you and your partner took that $200 bottle from Mr.

Flom's car?

No. Isn't it true that you and your partner sat in your squad car and drank

my client's scotch and that's why you clocked in over an hour late that night?

I said no. What was your blood alcohol level that night, officer, as you

cruised the streets of Providence? I didn't take... No?

Well, where's the bottle?

The only difference between you and my client... is you have a badge.

Objection. Sustained. The state requests that Your Honor instruct the jury to

disregard all testimony regarding this $200 bottle of scotch as there is no

evidence that it ever existed.

Fine.

Then we'll wait.

Are you done with this witness, Counselor?

Oh, no, not by a long shot.

We'll continue when Mr. Flom's assistant arrives with a time-stamped receipt from

Regal Liquor. I don't see what relevance... It was purchased at 10.27,

the night of the arrest, eight minutes before Officer Benson arrested my

client. Since it isn't on the inventory list, that leaves three possibilities.

One, Mr. Flom drank the entire bottle of scotch in under eight minutes, which is

highly unlikely because if he had, he'd be dead.

Or two, Mr. Flom tossed the bottle of scotch out the car window when Officer

Benson signaled for him to pull over, also unlikely because, A,

A good cop would have seen it, and B, $200 is $200.

You said there were three possibilities.

Three.

Officer Benson isn't just a liar.

He's also a thief and a drunk.

Hey.

Oh, am I that predictable?

Superstitious might be a better word.

It's the worst part of trying a case, when there's nothing left to do.

Yeah.

Listen, about Molly. I'll just assume you didn't know.

But how'd you know about me? My old man.

Let me guess.

He advised you to cut and run.

Hey, I don't listen to his advice.

The way I see it, you did what you had to do.

That's why we played a game, right? To win.

First off, Ethan Foster didn't kill anyone.

Second, a criminal trial is not about the lawyers.

Really? What is it about?

I'm gonna give you a hint.

It starts with a...

You can't even say it. Lives with all due respect.

But justice?

If anyone gave a damn about justice, we wouldn't have exclusionary rules and

privileges.

Hell, we wouldn't have any rules of evidence at all.

The notion of justice is a fiction, a rationalization of what the criminal

justice system is really serving, which is the attorney's ego.

You think Zach Williams gives a damn whether or not Ethan Foster was put in

prison or not?

He could KLS.

His only concern is that he lost and you won.

And do I think for a minute you may have some boredom perjury because you wanted

to serve the greater good?

Please, if that... Don't make me fire you, Chester.

Hey, it's why I wanted to work for you.

And I thought you just wanted to stick it to the old man.

I like winning.

I crave it. I need it. I'm just like you, boss.

Oh.

I assure you we have less in common than you think.

So why'd you hire me?

There's all kinds of diversity, Chester.

Yeah.

Have you reached a verdict?

We have.

On the sole count of operating a vehicle under the influence, we find the

defendant, Arthur S. Flom.

Not guilty

When

I

was 12 I am came in second in the citywide spelling bee prerogative left

out an R My dad was sitting there with all his friends and I screwed up

I locked myself in my room for two weeks and studied the dictionary. My mom had

to leave my dinner by the door.

Next year, I won.

Look, I don't fail, Liz.

I'm just not good at it.

I mean, I would have locked myself in my room, but it's just not that simple

anymore.

We could have been sued.

I know.

I know. I'm sorry.

Can I ask you something?

Yesterday in court, that whole liquor store receipt thing, what would you have

done if the judge called your bluff?

Deny, deny, deny.

Yeah, Flom was guilty, so what's the difference, right?

Maybe guilt is relative.

God, I hope so.

I'm gonna pack up my desk.

Hey, if putting this firm in jeopardy was the standard, I would have been out

of here a long time ago.

You know, there's a lot of great lawyers in this country that failed the bar the

first time.

There was... What's his name?

You know, and, um... Oh, and, uh...

Go home.

Just get rest.

It's a matter of substantive due process, that's why.

No, when was the last time anyone took Griswold seriously?

Exactly my point.

And Lawrence versus Texas?

Forget about it. I couldn't agree with you more.

Just this morning at breakfast, Matt was saying how the entire court should take

a remedial class in the Fifth Amendment.

I believe I said it was the 14th Amendment.

Oh. That's right, you did. I do that all the time. Well, you could have said the

fifth. Huh? Who misses?

She's a keeper, Matthew.

Yes, I know.

Thank God I was running out of cases.

I've been wanting to say hello to you all night, Elizabeth.

I mean, Ms. Canterbury.

This is Carly O'Keefe, one of my better students.

I'm working my way through law school.

Oh, good for you. It can't be... I feel like I know you.

Matthew discusses your cases in trial techniques.

The winners, I hope.

From what I hear, you hardly ever lose.

I'm blushing.

I'll get you another drink.

Well, thank you.

She's a good kid. Very bright.

Is she?

Matthew.

Matthew.

In Dublin's fair city Where the girls are so pretty You

want me big time, Stella?

Yes, I do.

Why don't we go upstairs? We can pretend we got lost.

You asked the chairman of the board of trustees to come back here for a

nightcap. Yeah, but wouldn't you rather get naked, go three rounds under the

sheets, you know?

You can tell him.

Just tell him that he had a fantastic time, and he'll never know the

difference.

Come on.

Fine.

Matthew.

Not now, Beth.

You couldn't know I was saying anything.

Come on in!

I,

um, know you were just trying to help.

Heroes with clay feet?

Hard to take.

She's hardly my hero.

You turned down a job with a major firm in Boston.

Spending my life doubting I's and crossing T's on 200-page contracts.

Sure, that's it.

Let's not dwell on past mistakes.

I'll call Meriwether Mox first thing.

I wouldn't be surprised if they've doubled your salary overnight.

I'm not leaving Canterbury, Dad.

Then what are we doing here?

I was thinking maybe you could pull some of those strings you're always talking

about to get the A.G. off of Liz's back.

Because I asked.

In the real world, son, when somebody scratches my back, sooner or later,

they're gonna show up at my office with his shirt off.

You know that Rhode Island is the only state that calls a DUI an OUI?

Thank you. Kind of funny, don't you think?

I mean, have you ever met a Frenchman that didn't say oui to another drink?

You should be on the faculty.

Nah.

Real world doesn't scare me.

Oh, no, sir. Nothing scares my Beth.

As long as she can deny it afterwards.

I've been begging Wallace to give up his practice and teach.

No way. I need the action. Boston, New York. Oh, I'm sure there's plenty of

action in the law school.

Matthew, would you like to enlighten us on that topic?

He's adorable.

How old is he?

Um... Sam's eight.

Looks just like Matt, doesn't he?

Beth.

Any eyes?

Yes, I see it.

Oh, he's strong, too. He's gonna be a rugby player.

Tell him how... how strong he is, honey.

I played rugby. I knew it!

You don't have to worry about our Sam.

That boy can take care of himself.

Would you like to meet him?

That's not a good idea. He needs a sleep.

Do you think you'll have more?

Yes. No way.

Well, as you can see, we're discussing it. Well, why would we want another one?

May God be praised for women.

that give up all her mind, a man and no man may find a

friendship of her kind.

Give an Irishman a whiskey, Yates starts pouring out. What is that? Well, I know

I'm impressed.

Oh, he was a cad at WB. Mm-mm.

Married to a babe, and he was running around with... What's her name?

Carly!

Maude gone.

You see, his marriage was a complete farce. Wow, happens to the best of us,

doesn't it? Yeah, whose fault is that, my dear?

Hey, do you know, just before you got here, I asked Matthew to take me

upstairs. You see, Beth has had a little bit too much to drink, I think. And at

least pretend to be a husband.

Heaven, you sweetheart.

Sandy, is it always this bleak?

I think we should go.

Oh, no.

We're having fun. We'll see ourselves out. This was great. Listen, it's great.

Let's do this again sometime.

Good night. Right.

It was great.

Good night.

Oh, that was priceless.

Great. So you'll get a real job.

Thanks, Beth. I happen to like teaching.

Of course you do. It's nice and safe.

Shut up and give me a break.

At least I didn't give up.

Dr. Freud.

You know what?

You're drunk and pathetic.

Why don't you go to bed? Well, it was your girlfriend who kept filling my

glass. Well, kudos to you, sweetheart.

You've attained this state of martyrdom reserved for cuckolds.

No, wait. I'm a cuckold.

Literally speaking, that is. It is a gender thing.

You want to talk about infidelity?

Let's talk about Frank.

Yeah, that's right.

Frank Engstrom.

Oh, yeah?

Well, what about your little, I'm just working my way through law school. I

mean, really, Matt, how does it feel to be such a cliche?

Well, maybe if we had more than drunken, sloppy sex once every five or six weeks.

Well, you know what? What's the point?

I'm going to bed.

Oh, yeah.

That's right. Just walk away.

It's what you do best.

Oh, and by the way, I was sober with Frank.

Oh, yeah?

Of course you were, yeah.

Because that makes it especially demeaning.

You know what the good thing is, Beth?

I don't really care anymore.

I don't.

Why don't you just say it?

What? Why don't you just say it? Just say what you have been dying to say to

me for the past three years!

It's so typical!

We talk this great game about pink elephants being in the room, but when

push comes to shove... It's your fault!

He was with you!

of a mother is too preoccupied with herself that she couldn't keep an eye on

her own baby boy.

There.

Said it.

Happy now?

No more, Beth.

Because we're finished.

Will you stop wriggling?

Okay.

Stop wriggling.

You smell like coconut.

Slimy and disgusting.

Oh, I love coconut.

Mom, stop tickling me.

Okay, go ahead. Go play.

Be brave. Go ahead. I'm watching.

Hanna-Berry.

Okay.

She's dead.

Remind me never to piss you off.

Especially when it involves a felony.

Oh, mountains and molehills, Zach.

Defendant lied. Whoop-de-doo.

Happens every day. Twice a day in murder cases.

Except this time Canterbury told him to lie.

What happened?

You get fresh, she slapped your face.

It's not personal. She broke the law.

Oh, come on. Give me a break. She won, you lost, you don't like it. Now you're

all upset.

You're tense.

Don't get all worked up.

I mean, get worked up, but not about her.

You're wrong, Kate. You're wrong.

Russell Krauss.

What about him? He was Canterbury's second chair in the Foster case.

The man practically sleeps with the cannons of ethics underneath his pillow.

There is no way he would be involved in any legal hanky-panky.

You know that better than anyone.

Are you Elizabeth Canterbury?

Yes. Could you step outside, please?

You're under arrest for jury tampering.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you choose to waive that right, anything you say can and will be used

against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you.

You have the right to have an attorney present during any and all questions.

with minor chords and smoke rings