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May I come in? No.

I'm not here to hurt you, Tess.

You are hurting me.

You betrayed me.

Spreading our little secret around.

I thought I could trust you.

Why?

I just had a feeling.

Well, you can't.

Leave me alone.

That's a little difficult to do when I'm seeing you in court every day.

What's wrong with you?

The question you should ask yourself is what's wrong with you.

I thought you were smarter.

We could have done a lot for each other.

See you in court.

I could sleep on the couch, but I don't think he's stupid enough to... Oh,

yeah. In trial.

Boy, the bastard's really gonna put you in the squisher now, isn't he?

I'm sorry.

Maybe Gold is right for a change.

I shouldn't have followed Booth.

You defended me.

A traffic light at Grand and Mercer. You're a hero. We'll build you a statue.

The old people, they walk to synagogue.

Nine years, I've been asking.

Well, I'm shocked.

And I want this lorikey.

Isaac Seidenberg was a good man.

His father, survivor from the camps.

For what?

Do I have to worry about Nazis in America, Mr. Gold? Not while I have

anything to say about it.

Oh, this is Tess Kaufman. She's in charge of the Lorkey case. Rabbi?

Kaufman. That's good.

But so young.

Oh, and this is her investigator, Detective Cobb.

Proof to move to, Rabbi.

She is one of our best. I have really, really enjoyed this visit, and I want

you to know that our priorities are absolutely the same.

I'm too old for priorities, Mr. Gold. Get me results.

It's tough running for office. That man and his community has every right to

want Lorkey's scalp. Let's make sure we don't disappoint, okay?

What?

What's the problem?

Judge Booth came to my apartment last night.

He's upset that I betrayed him.

Betrayed him?

Betrayed him.

Oh, boy.

The higher you go, the crazier the people get.

Which explains why you're running for higher office.

I can't file a complaint.

He hasn't done anything I can prove yet. No, will he? I'm sure.

He's just gonna bury you.

When the rock went through the window of the shop, we were both asleep upstairs.

Isaac jumped out of bed and went to look out.

I fumbled for the light, but he yelled at me not to turn it on so he could see.

What happened next?

Um, I got out of bed.

Isaac had already put his robe on and was going downstairs.

He told me to stay, and I watched from the window.

What did you see?

Isaac came out of the store and was yelling something at the boys.

How many boys were there?

Three. One of them was taunting Isaac, calling him a chew boy.

Isaac threatened to call the police, but when he turned around, one of the other

boys grabbed him from behind.

And then the first boy started to pour something on him from a can.

Isaac was struggling, and he started to call the police, but just then,

the boy with the can, he lit a match.

The third boy tried to stop him, but it was too late.

What did you do?

I ran down.

But it was too late.

I think I'd stopped struggling.

He reached for me as he fell to the ground.

I tried to put the flames out with my robe, but I just... Mrs. Seidenberg,

is the boy who poured gasoline on your husband...

And then set him on fire here in court today.

Yes, he is.

Can you identify him?

Him?

He's the one.

I have no more questions.

Mrs. Seidenberg.

As upset as you are now, may I assume it doesn't compare to the shock and horror

of the night in question?

Yes.

An incident which took only a few seconds on a dark sidewalk is frozen in

your memory like a dream.

Objection, Your Honor. He's putting words in her mouth.

Do you agree with Mr. Glass's characterization?

Um, yes.

Overruled. Sit down, Miss Kaufman.

And what you saw was three boys, only one of whom you can now identify, all

with short cropped hair, black jackets, and dark pants.

Yes. Do people outside your community think all Hasidic Jews look alike?

Objection. She can't know what's in other people's minds. I think this

witness can answer, Miss Kaufman.

Um, Hasidic men are required by custom and belief.

to wear dark suits and not to cut their facial hair. Are you aware that all the

members of this defendant's group are required by custom and belief to wear

close-cropped hair, black jackets, and dark pants?

No, I wasn't. And to us outsiders, they all look alike, don't they?

I... Nothing further, Your Honor.

Fifteen-minute recess.

I know Mrs.

Seidenberg isn't enough.

Billy Burden. Yeah. I'm working on it.

Work harder.

Work harder.

Hi.

Hi, Jo. Is this a bad time? No.

No, I've been meaning to call you. I spoke to my friend at social services.

I'm waiting to hear back.

Any idea when you might?

Soon.

Jo, are you sure you're ready to have this child back in your life?

Have you thought about what it's going to be like as a single parent?

He's my son, Dickie.

You of all people should... Yeah, I know.

I was just thinking practically that, you know, maybe you could use more time.

But maybe this isn't a practical thing, is it?

God took my first child, Dickie. There was nothing I could do about that.

This time I can.

And I will.

With or without your help.

I am not a miracle worker, Bruce.

Your fingerprints are all over this thing.

You know it, I know it, and that Rodenberg knows it.

Let me just feel him out, see what he'll give for a guilty plea.

Are you kidding?

You've seen him.

Why would he deal?

He thinks he's got a slam dunk.

He does.

I've told you that from the beginning.

Damn it, Maggie, I am a lawyer, and a good one.

I plead this out, and I'll never practice again.

If we go to trial, you'll be wearing prison denim for the next five years,

and you'll never practice again.

Yeah.

Well, in front of a jury of my peers, you never know what can happen.

What peers?

Twelve playboys who borrow money from dead old ladies?

I want to play this out, Maggie.

Hey, maybe we'll get Judge Booth.

He seems to love defendants.

What makes you say that?

He's giving Tessa a real rough time in that Lorkey trial.

She can't do anything right.

Yeah? I'm Detective Cobb from the DA's office.

So? You're Billy Burton's grandfather.

I need to talk to you about the Lorkey case.

Hey, I've done all my talking.

I think your grandson is sitting on some important testimony.

He was with me that night.

Now get lost!

Look, mister.

My son went to Vietnam.

He'd come back crazy.

And when Billy's mother died, he just couldn't take it no more.

He blew his brains out and left me with the baby.

He's all I got.

Now leave us alone.

What are you doing here?

I came to see your grandfather.

He wouldn't let me in.

Good.

Come on, man.

Call a cop.

Look, what you're doing isn't legal. It's persecution or something.

Persecution is what you heard about today in court.

It's what made you have to get up and leave.

I need some air.

You just don't get it, do you, Billy?

Don't you know why I stick to you like flypaper?

Because I haven't given up on you.

I think you're the kid who tried to stop Porky.

I think underneath that uniform is a decent kid just waiting to come out.

I'm sorry. Were you asleep?

I was late.

I know. I couldn't drink any faster.

I wanted to see you.

You're drunk.

Really?

Am I blurring my signs?

Come on, Tess. Lighten up.

I'll make you some coffee.

Forget the coffee. I want to be drunk.

Why are you doing this?

Because I'm an idiot.

I'm a romantic.

I believe that when you truly love someone,

that they can't help but love you back.

Why is this couch moving?

Before the jury comes out, I would like an offer of proof from this witness.

Certainly, Your Honor.

Detective Cobb, when you executed the search warrant at Mr. Lorkey's social

club, what was found?

We found this Nazi flag hanging on the wall.

This snapshot of the defendant in full Nazi uniform.

And we found several pamphlets.

such as the myth of the Holocaust, defeating the Jewish conspiracy,

and several others.

Your Honor, I renew my objection to these items.

It's an obvious attempt to prejudice the defendant in the eyes of the jury, so a

fair trial is impossible.

Ms. Kaufman, are these pamphlets which you seek to introduce written by the

defendant so as to be in the nature of admissions?

No, but... So we don't know if the defendant...

agrees with him, or if he even knows how to read.

Do we, Miss Kaufman?

I feel it's safe to assume... Assumptions don't count for much in my

court.

Now, as for this snapshot, it is neither identified as to time or place, is it?

Well, it seems to be the same age as now.

No, that's not my point.

This could be Halloween, or it could be a costume for a school play. Have you

seen Starlog 17?

Yes, but I don't see how... Let us address the flag. You recognize, do you

not, that flags are expressions of ideas that are protected by the First

Amendment?

Yes. Well, they're just pieces of cloth, like this robe or

your suit.

However, you do understand that there are certain pieces of cloth that are

capable of rousing...

very passionate feelings in those who possess them or those who view them.

You do understand passion, don't you, Miss Goffman?

That said, I find that all the proffered items carry too great a risk of

prejudice to the defendant, outweighing any possible probative value.

Mr. Glass, your motion is granted.

Mr. Cobb, you may step down.

Congratulations on your one-day anniversary.

How was it?

I feel like I'm trading in a case of cirrhosis of the liver for a case of

lung cancer.

I love smokers.

So, did you stand up and talk?

No.

You will. I'll come.

I'm not so sure. I'm good at looking into other people's souls. My own scares

me a bit.

The program works.

And you need it.

What I need is a double scotch.

Take you home and put you to bed.

I warn you, that could be dangerous. I'm sober.

I'm looking for Detective Cobb's office.

Joe.

If you want to visit the family, you can set it up Friday.

They won't tell Kevin until you call.

What's wrong?

I don't know.

Are you sure you want to go through with it?

I'm not sure of anything anymore.

Will you come with me?

Yeah, sure.

I'm sorry about last night.

Did I say anything stupid?

I passed out on the couch.

That's all?

Another late night with Stormtrooper Lurkey, huh?

This one means a lot to you, doesn't it?

When I was a little girl, I learned about Hitler.

It gave me nightmares.

Because you're Jewish?

No. Because I'm a human being.

I'm a human being too, but when I first learned about him, he didn't fill

my nights with terror.

Disgust, but not terror.

See, if you're Jewish... I'm not very Jewish.

I'm not very Irish either, but last year my sister and I went

to Ireland, and one night we were in a pub.

In Limerick, a bunch of us, we were laughing and drinking, and a man next

to us started singing an Irish song, some

Finian tune that I cried.

I never even heard the song before.

It's in the blood.

I hope you get this kid good, Tess.

And can't take no for an answer.

I've been checking you out, Mr. Burton.

Charlie Breen says you were the best welder he ever had.

A lot of good it did me.

Whole place folded in 82.

Doc at the VA told me how you hurt your leg.

Hey, you doing my life story?

What business is it of yours anyway?

My father always told me that GIs were special.

You fought in the war?

No.

No, he was stone deaf.

Worked as a pressman.

When the war came around, he tried to enlist, but they wouldn't take him.

What unit were you in?

61st Infantry.

We saw everything.

France to Germany.

Occupation, too.

You got a picture?

That is Randy Wells, killed the next day after this picture was taken.

Randy Wells died to save us from people like Chris Lorke.

Any further witnesses, Ms. Kaufman?

No, Your Honor.

At this time, the people rest.

Very well.

Mr. Glass, don't bother with a motion to dismiss.

I am assuming, Ms. Kaufman, that having given the prosecution the benefit of

every favorable inference, that you would argue that the eyewitness

testimony alone is sufficient for a rational trier of the facts to find for

the people. Am I right?

Yes. I find Ms. Kaufman's argument most persuasive. Motion denied. Mr. Glass.

Call your first witness.

What the hell's going on between you and Booth?

He starts out giving you everything you want, then he dumps all over you. Now

he's making your arguments for you. I'm getting whiplash.

How do you think I feel?

I'll tell you something.

If this keeps up, one of us is going to have grounds for mistrust.

Court is back in session. The Honorable Judge Booth presiding.

We were watching the soap opera awards.

Chris was very tired. He went to bed. I stayed up.

Santa Barbara's my show.

At any time that evening, did your son Chris leave the apartment?

Absolutely not.

Nothing further.

Detective Cobb, I didn't realize you'd moved into the neighborhood or are you

just slumming for the night?

Better be careful, Your Honor. There's a lot of sickos on the streets.

Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself.

I'll save you the trouble.

It's license number 5421.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Mondays and Thursdays at the range, usually during your lunch hour. You

know, I hear for all that practice, you're just an average shot.

License expires next month, by the way. Better get it renewed.

Since you've obviously been doing your homework, don't bother to pad your

overtime looking for personal stuff.

I lead a humdrum existence.

You'll be bored, I assure you.

Well, it sounds like you and me have a lot in common, then.

Except that I get to work next to Tess Kaufman.

We're real close.

Hi. Hi. Hey.

I hear you're having some trouble with Judge Booth.

Puth and Detective Cobb.

You have a lot of men looking out for you.

I have to tell me your secret sometime.

Then it wouldn't be a secret.

Do you mind a little sisterly advice?

Men are bullies.

But they're also babies.

If you stand up to them, they'll get bored and leave you alone.

Personal experience?

Usually, it's just a look or a comment. Sometimes, though, there's a little more

at stake, like what you're going through.

Something like that happened to me once.

And? You can handle it, Tess.

Thanks.

Hey, Weldon.

Thanks. I know it's late, but that damn mechanic, he promised me my car today.

Ah, no need to apologize. As far as I'm concerned, the later the hour, the

clearer the air.

The rabble have taken their confusion to bed and their bad vibrations with them.

You're drunk.

Succinct, Kate.

But then I'd only built a small wagon, so my fall was very short. You couldn't

even stay sober for two days.

Ah, that's one day at a time twice.

Not bad if you keep it in perspective.

Let me out.

Oh, not after I've waited half the night to get next to you. Stop the car and let

me out now. Oh, be serious, Kay. The streets are crawling with thieves and

recreants. Yeah, and this car is being driven by a maniac, by a crazy maniac.

Oh.

Wildin!

No, she's okay. She's okay.

Her car didn't fare so well.

Well, then you could have killed her.

If you hadn't been shrieking at me, it wouldn't have happened.

Okay, it's my fault. Just pull over here to the side and let me drive.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Precious cargo, okay?

I plan to deliver you undamaged.

I need to.

Mr. Schaffner.

Detective. I need your help with something.

It better be a lost cause. That's all I take.

It better not be.

You help out with that deaf girl, right?

That deaf girl kicked my tuchus all over the courtroom.

Maybe you're slowing down, Murray.

Too many years with the underdog?

I need your help, Rabbi.

The Loki case?

Anything. I need some things from your archives.

What kind of things?

Educational things.

Remember when I started that program against hate crimes?

Of course.

You painted a swastika, you can go to jail. Or, if you want, you can get

educated by Murray Schaffner.

So, what now? You want to educate Loki?

No.

A friend of his.

In my opinion, eyewitness identification is the least reliable evidence,

particularly when compared with hard evidence such as bloodstain or

fingerprint. Why is that, Doctor?

The eyewitness is seeing something traumatic which can easily distort

perception.

If there is danger to life or safety, the human eye naturally gravitates

toward the object of danger, such as a gun, or in this case, a gasoline cannon

matches, not to the face.

Who here didn't focus on this gun?

Objection, Your Honor.

Improper. Lack of foundation.

Well, you're absolutely right, Ms. Kaufman.

The jury is instructed to forget what they just saw.

No further questions for this witness.

Larry, if you keep picking on me like this, I am going to tell my mother.

Arthur, what's happening to Tess Kaufman in that courtroom just isn't fair. Tell

me something I don't already know.

She can't fight a judge in open court, Arthur.

You've got to back her up. Marie, if I show my face in that courtroom, I am

going to be accused of exploiting this case for my own political benefit.

You worried about how you'll look?

Well, how will you look letting one of your best prosecutors get beaten up

unjustly?

Arthur, do your job.

Then worry about the future.

It was great the way you snuck that gun stuff in.

Yeah. Yeah, you guys do make great lawyers.

You guys?

Come on.

You know what I mean.

Yeah, I'm afraid I do.

How are we doing in there, Glass?

The last witness helped in your Chris's alibi.

You think we should put him on the stand?

Yeah. You put me on the stand.

I'll show that little Jew.

A bitch that I never even came near her husband.

How about it, Glass?

I'd like to think that a majority of the jurors possess rational minds.

What the hell is that supposed to mean? What it means, my little

Obersturmbannfuhrer, is that we may have planted some reasonable doubt in one or

two of them.

If you get on the stand and let Miss Kaufman provoke one of your hateful

little speeches, your next Aryan Brotherhood meeting will be in the

penitentiary.

Good night, gentlemen.

You a Nazi, Billy?

Like your buddy Chris?

If you're arresting me for something, I want to see a lawyer.

You're not under arrest, Billy.

You're free to go anytime you think you can get by me.

You've never seen your father's grave, have you, Billy? So what?

He was a kid, just like you.

A scared kid.

Your grandfather told me he cared a lot about you.

That's why he killed himself, right?

Life gets tough sometimes, Billy.

He couldn't handle it.

These people, innocent little kids, rounded up and executed just because

they were Jewish.

You in favor of that, Billy?

These are the lucky ones, Billy.

They survived.

This is what your grandfather and the American soldiers found when they

liberated the camps.

I don't want to see any more of this.

The Nazis were very efficient, Billy.

Everything in its own pile. I said I don't want to see anymore.

Isaac Seidenberg's parents survived all this.

They survived the Holocaust.

Only to see their son burned to death on a sidewalk in America.

I tried to stop him.

He wouldn't stop.

I didn't do it, I swear.

God.

Why did he have to throw the match?

We were just going to scare him.

You've got to believe me.

We were just going to scare him.

Why did he have to throw the match?

He's gotten so big.

He looks sort of like me, don't you think?

He's a good-looking boy.

Well, let's go.

No, no, wait, wait.

How much longer do you want to watch, Joe?

I don't know.

They're expecting you.

No, they're not.

What?

I didn't call.

I wasn't sure.

I just want to watch him another minute.

It's too bad his father had so many problems.

You think he even remembers he came from somewhere else?

Joe. Don't say it.

Just take me home, okay?

The people call Billy Burton in rebuttal.

Your Honor, this is an unfair surprise. We had no knowledge of the existence of

this witness.

Besides, this is not proper rebuttal.

Mr. Kaufman, what is the meaning of this? The people rested.

This witness is a cooperating co-conspirator who only agreed to

testify last evening.

Rebuttal witnesses don't need to be listed in advance, and he's proper

because he disputes the entire alibi defense.

Miss Kaufman, I am inclined to agree with Mr. Glass.

At this late date to come forward with an alleged co-conspirator does indeed

smack of unfair surprise.

Mr.

Cole, do you have some business in this court or are you just taking a break

from your onerous campaign duties?

I have business here only if your honor chooses to exclude the rebuttal witness.

At Ms. Kaufman's request, I have prepared a stay application with the

appellate division seeking emergency relief.

I believe you know Judges Perrin, Berkley, and Smith of the Judicial

Standards Committee?

I'm afraid your efforts have been wasted, Mr. Gold.

This young man is an appropriate rebuttal witness under the

circumstances.

Bailiff's swearing, Mr. Burton.

Were you at the Seidenberg store by accident?

No.

What was your purpose for being there?

We were going to torch the store.

Chris said that he wanted to scare the Jews out of the neighborhood.

Did you agree with him?

Yes.

I wasn't an innocent bystander. I wish I could say that, but I can't.

But I didn't go there to kill anybody.

What happened when Mr. Seidenberg came outside?

When he came out, I wanted to leave, but Chris started

calling him names, Dirty Jew and stuff.

He tried to walk away, but Ernie grabbed him from behind, and that's when Chris

poured the gasoline on him.

I tried to stop him, but I couldn't.

No further questions.

I want to get you, Burton. It didn't happen that way, and you know it.

Mr. Glass, control your fire.

This boy is paid to lie. This is a conspiracy, man.

Move that man.

I'm sorry.

Get out of this, bitch. Let go of me, you traitor.

Move it.

Move it.

Hi.

Hi.

I'd talk to you.

Sure, if you're not drunk.

I haven't had a drink since the other night.

That's good.

I'm glad.

Temporary condition.

Wanted to talk with you.

Sober.

You're too smart to do this to yourself.

I mean, you're the smartest guy I've ever met.

Thank you. Though that's probably more a comment on the company you keep than my

cerebral capabilities. Don't do that. Do what? Put myself down? It's what I do

best.

Because the truth, dear Kay, is if I ever had an original thought, it would

die of loneliness.

So why come here? Why tell me this?

Well, because I care for you.

You've touched something in me, and I want you to know why I am the way I am.

Understand why I can't change.

The weight of my failure is like an anvil on my neck, and it seems the only

way to get it off is to tilt my head back and view life through the bottom of

a glass.

Your poetry wears thin when the subject is self-pity.

Is this tough love you're practicing on me? I don't know. I don't have a name

for it. All I know is that if you continue to drink, I can't be around

you. Well, that's a problem.

Because I can't stand my own company.

Sober.

Well, you can't drink here.

It would be too painful for me.

You're cutting me off?

Yeah.

I guess.

I've been kicked out of better bars than this one.

Goodbye, Kay.

Goodbye, Wilder.

Prejudice is a sickness.

Sometimes it's so great that a person isn't seen as a person, but instead

becomes an object to hate.

or ridicule simply because they look unusual or talk in a strange way.

Our community will be judged by our ability to push our prejudices aside

and to see people for who they are.

In this case, it means telling Chris Lorke that his hate crimes will

not go unpunished.

that his days of spreading sickness in our community are over.

The evidence is clear.

Tell him to his face.

Guilty of murder.

Oh, pardon me, Miss Kaufman.

Hi, Rabbi.

I want you to know you make me very proud.

You do such a good job.

I like what you said.

Well, wait for the verdict.

No, that's my point.

Win, lose, draw.

It's what you did that's important.

One case is one case.

You made it more than just one case for Arthur Gold.

I didn't say I didn't know which buttons to push.

Do we have a verdict?

We do, Your Honor. Is the verdict unanimous? It is, Your Honor.

Very well, please read it.

In the matter of the people versus Christopher Lorke, we, the members of

the jury, find the defendant guilty as charged.

This isn't over.

We'll be back.

Oh, maybe soon, you think, Carl.

I got the feeling there's a perjury charge in the near future for you.

Have a...

White day.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

By the way, the other boy, Ernie Hackett, has just been arrested.

If you're looking for more work.

No, my work on the Isaac Seidenberg case is over.

What?

Why what?

Why get involved in the first place?

Did you think it was innocent?

No.

Then why?

How do you think of me?

As an opportunist, publicity hound, self-loathing Jew?

I'm not any of those things.

I'm a believer. I believe in Judaism, and I believe in our system.

You have to understand that if Chris Lorke can't be guaranteed an adequate

defense, what does that do to Jews like you and me?

Historically, we know better than anyone what it's like to be persecuted, to be

denied our rights.

I defend Chris Lorke now to help ensure that someone will defend my rights

sometime in the future.

I suppose he'd been found not guilty.

How would you have felt then? But he wasn't. That's the point. The system

worked. Yes.

But what if it hadn't?

What then?

Counselor, congratulations on a well-fought victory.

I'm filing a complaint with the Judicial Ethics Committee.

I don't want another note or another message from you, you understand?

I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.

But if you're inferring what I think you are, I hope you have some proof.

Otherwise, it's going to be my word against yours.

Bother her again, and I'll punch your lights out.

My word against yours.

Yes, the conviction is gratifying. I have... I have the greatest staff in

this state.

But how do we get to the Chris Lorkeys of this world before they kill someone?

That is our challenge as a society.

It's early.

Just because you won a case doesn't mean you can start slacking off.

I'm tired.

Yeah, me too.

How about we get a quick dinner?

We can both get home early.

Thanks. Not tonight.

Plans?

Quiet Friday, huh?

Not a bad idea.

If only the other...

Six nights weren't the same way.

I'll see you. Bye.

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