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- Sorry. - I'm with someone.

- I know. - And I thought so were you.

Is there somebody else?

I've just been busy, that's all.

I take back my apology. I'm still in love with you.

'Said sentence to be suspended pending Mr. Davies'

'successful completion of a drug rehabilitation program.'

'Your Honor, this is his third offense.'

You kidding me? You kidding me?

'Not guilty.'

You have got to be kidding me!

Trials come down to which lawyer a jury likes more

and they'll tumble to something you know all too well.

- Which is? - You're an asshole.

Well, your problem, Harry..

...outlook.

Life is all in the outlook.

- Got it. - Take this trial, for example.

- Oh, God. - When you were in Law school..

Your dream, like that of any law student

was to one day have that big case.

That big, big case where everything came down to you.

The murder trial, better yet

the murder trial where you get to defend

someone dear to you, a close friend.

Well, here you have it.

You actually get to defend

a close friend wrongly accused of murder.

Well, maybe not so wrongly, he blasted the guy

but still, this comes damn close to the dream.

- This was never my dream. - Well, should have been.

This is fun. It's rich, it's delicious.

It isn't delicious, Tommy.

Lou Drummond is a dear friend.

He's going through the worst crisis of his life

and your suggestion is that I should enjoy it.

That's exactly what I'm suggesting.

Happiness is about being able to share

in the misery of a friend.

It's human nature.

Add to that, you have the opportunity to save him.

How many people get that ever?

The chance to truly rescue a friend in need?

And if you don't, what the hell, he did it anyway.

- What? - I came to you for advice.

And all I get are these ridiculous profundities

which are preposterous even by your standards.

Okay. Step one.

Go to the DA, try to sell him

on voluntary manslaughter.

- It's worth a shot. - The DA is Josh Peyton.

He's not about to cut me any slack.

That's great. You beat him every time.

That has to give him pause.

No, it gives him determination to finally beat me

and this case presents the perfect opportunity.

Step two, try the case. Fact-pattern be damned.

There's always something a defense attorney can do.

- It's why people hate us. - Try the case with what?

They literally caught him red-handed

holding the smoking gun.

Which is why you smile.

'How many lawyers truly get presented'

with the challenge of a lifetime?

Your client got caught holding

the smoking murder weapon right in his hand.

Outlook, Harry. Outlook.

'Well, you know, Harry'

he's sort of right.

What? Just relax and have fun?

You have nothing to lose here. Lou did shoot the guy.

If you save his life, great. He did do this to himself.

I could have and should have advised him

to get a more experienced criminal defense lawyer.

You did do that. I heard you.

He insisted on you because he wanted a lawyer

who believes in him, and that list gets very small

when you shoot somebody point-blank with a gun.

Everybody makes this out to be so cut and dried.

- It wasn't like that. - Which you seem to get.

Which is why he wants you.

Will you just tell me what I did?

You did nothing, Malcolm

which seems to be your social M.O.

Doesn't it? Malcolm Do-Nothing Davies.

File this for me, please.

- Talk to you, please? - Sure.

First, you kiss me.

Then you show up at my door to unapologize

for kissing me, after which--

I declared my love for you.

I think, undying. I'd have to check my notes.

Look, I'm in a relationship with somebody.

I get that, Rachel, but on the chance

you're with that guy by default.

Or that you really wanna be with me..

I thought, should you ever wanna get back with me..

- I won't. - I'm here!

- You and I didn't work. - That isn't true.

We worked for four years.

Did we have problems? Okay, who doesn't?

We split instead of working them out

in part under the theory that separation

would give us perspective.

I've seen other people.

I've got my perspective, and it's you.

Okay? It's you.

- How about Chunhua? - Not her.

- You told her? - Not yet.

Ah, so you're just waiting to see

how this plays out with me?

- That would make me a jackass. - Which you are!

For you to show up at my house in the middle of the night--

Would be just an annoyance

if you were really in love with Thomas.

If you're still in love with me, I agree

that was a jackass thing for me to do.

No-no, don't, don't-don't play

your ridiculous word games to try to win--

I love you. Simple, to the point.

I love you.

Never stopped.

I wasn't snooping.

I was getting ready to leave for the day.

It was around 6:30 or so, and suddenly, I heard a pop.

A bang, actually, coming from Mitchell's office.

And what did you do next, sir?

I ran down the corridor, went into his office

and Mitchell's head, it just lay on his desk

in a pool of blood.

- Did you see anything else? - Yes. I saw Lou.

- This man? - 'Yes.'

- And what was he doing? - He was just standing there.

- Holding a gun. - He say anything?

I thought I heard him mumble, "I'm so sorry."

Thank you, sir. Yours.

These two men were best friends, to your knowledge?

Yes. They were like brothers almost.

Uh-huh. You hear anything before you heard the pop?

- No. - 'Mr. Drummond try to run?'

- Get away? Flee the scene? - 'No.'

Uh, in fact, I think it was he who called 911

'to get an ambulance.'

Thank you, sir. Nothing further.

How long do you plan to go on misleading Chunhua?

Okay, first, I have never misled her.

My feelings and declarations thereof

have always been genuine.

Just wrong.

I plan to tell her at lunch.

At lunch? In a public place?

At least have the decency to do it in a place

where she can cry and scream

and claw your eyes out if she wants to.

Harry, do you have an opinion on this?

- No. No. - Do you even care?

Chunhua has become almost like family.

What do you want from him, Jenna?

If he doesn't wanna be with her

then he doesn't wanna be with her.

'If you ask me, you're crazy. Chunhua is beautiful.'

She's way better than you could expect to do

with your looks, and Rachel doesn't want you.

- I don't believe that. - 'Cause you're a dope.

What, she's gonna love you if she could only

get to know the real you?

'She did get to know the real you.'

- That's when she dumped you. - What's wrong with you?

Why are you attacking me?

'Cause I have bigger problems at the moment

than your sophomoric love life.

Go to Peyton and try to make the deal.

He's not about to make any deal.

You have no other choice, Harry.

What, are you kidding me? You kidding me?

Manslaughter? That's a joke, right?

Where are the cameras? Manslaughter.

Look, I think you know as well as I do

that my client did not walk

into his partner's office with the intent--

No, don't tell me what I know or don't know.

I don't know anything, don't be presuming

any knowledge on my part whatsoever.

- Okay. - Your client shot a guy.

Walked into his office, pulled out a gun.

Bang, boom, dead. That's murder. That's murder.

Manslaughter. You kidding me? What's that? What's that?

Thank you. What's that?

You make it sound a little simpler than it actually was.

Oh, it was simple. Bang, boom, dead, that's simple.

- A lot happened before-- - Murder two, best I can do.

- Murder two, he could get life. - Murder one, he gets death.

That's what he's looking at. You know it, I know it.

You know it. I'll give you murder two right now.

- No. Why not? - Fine. Little advice?

You want to curry favor with a DA

not just me, any DA

at least save him some time, make your play

before the trial. Not after he's done all the work.

All that's left here is closing arguments.

You expect me to deal manslaughter now?

You kidding me?

Actually, we're not quite ready for closing arguments.

I'm putting my client on the stand.

- Come again? - Lou Drummond will testify.

He'll be my final witness.

You're putting your client on the stand?

Yup.

You're up to something. What are you up to?

You're up to something. What are you up to?

- What? You're up to something. - I promise you I'm not.

Oh, you're up to something.

We were probably closer to each other

than we were to our own wives.

In fact, we were...kind of like an old married couple.

We'd talk about everything and anything

and get on each other's nerves in a way

that only married couples can, I guess.

'And in the moment leading up to his death'

what were you talking about then?

Well, it was the end of a long day.

We were nursing a glass of whiskey in his office.

He was especially ornery

perhaps because he'd lost a case

and also, when he drank, he could sometimes..

I started in on how I thought I could remember my birth.

What the hell are you talking about?

I'm serious. It's pretty vivid, Mitchell.

I'm not sure what it means, but I can actually--

I can tell you what it means. Means you're a liar, Lou.

A pathetic one at that. Nobody remembers his own delivery.

People might remember past lives, they might

create false memories to suppress traumas

but never in the history of mental health has any moron

ever remembered the experience of being born.

- Go to hell. - 'Know what your problem is?'

I think you've become so withered

over being such a boorish lump

that you make up these preposterous scenarios

in order to delude yourself and others

that you're actually interesting.

Not working, Lou. Not working.

That's when I started to feel my face get hot.

It's not that he'd never been verbally abusive before. He had.

But this time.. It was the way he said it.

"Boorish lump."

It just struck a nerve, I guess.

So...what happened next, Lou?

'You know, Mitchell, I come from a long line'

of uninteresting forefathers.

Yes, this would be shocking to learn

if you hadn't previously profiled each of them

in mind-numbing detail.

But I had one uncle, Allen Roper.

'Uncle Al escaped that legacy by making himself'

a man of intrigue in his 67th year.

Know what he did, Mitchell?

He committed a murder.

He went from boorish lump

to complicated, layered pathos

by shooting my Aunt Susan in the eye.

Golly gee.

'I've always fantasized about killing somebody.'

I'm told everybody does at least once in their life.

My problem is, I need a victim

and I like almost everybody I know.

But suddenly..

I feel like I could kill you, Mitchell.

- You pulled a gun? - Not to really shoot him.

- Why, then? - The look of contempt on his..

I wanted to wipe that look off his face

'and I guess I thought I could do so with fear.'

So, yes, I pulled it out and I pointed it right at him.

Something a boorish lump would never do.

So, what happened next?

You couldn't handle killing me, Lou. You know why?

Because then you would've actually

affected the lives of others.

It suddenly might matter that you exist.

How could you possibly deal with that

after 52 years of uninterrupted nothingness?

Pull the trigger, Lou.

- Pull it. - You think I won't?

Actually, I think you'd better, 'cause if you don't shoot me

I'll shoot you.

- He pulled a gun? - Yeah.

I didn't know what..

And when I looked into his eyes

I could see the man was clearly not right.

'There was this desperation'

I'd never quite seen before.

And then?

Well..

Only you

could be stupid enough

'to pull a gun..'

...on a suicidal man.

- Okay, Mitchell-- - Pull the trigger.

- I'm not gonna shoot you. - Then you will die.

Mitchell, come on, we-we.. We-we had our fun.

Pull the trigger! Pull it!

- Mitchell.. Listen. - Pull the damn trigger!

- You are gonna die! - Put the gun down.

- Pull the damn trigger! - Mitchell!

You're a dead man!

He was about to shoot me.

I swear. I could see it in his eyes.

He was about to shoot me.

I would never have..

Outside my family

he was the person I loved most in life.

Hey. You all set?

I actually brought lunch.

'I thought we could eat in or..'

Chinese takeout, there's nothing better.

- Oh! - What a great idea!

You guys can eat in the storage room.

Use the conference table.

The room can be all yours.

- Really? - 'Really! It'd be nice.'

And private.

Great.

Stick these on the top shelf, would you, please?

Stick it yourself.

- Excuse me? - I said, stick it yourself.

Okay, I'm writing you up for insubordination.

What? Is this the army?

You're a sergeant, I'm a private, that it?

Yes, it's called a relationship.

Emotionally, I pull rank.

You're mentally rank, is what you are.

You're a nut job.

What, nothing to say? Storage room is taken.

So you got no door to slam?

Nut job.

You walked into his office

told him you remembered your own birth.

'He hurled a couple of insults'

'you pulled your gun, threatened to shoot him.'

He drew his weapon, you did shoot him

all happily in self-defense. Is that pretty much it?

- Is that it? Withdrawn. - Objection.

Tell me, do you have a carry permit

for your firearm, Mr. Defendant?

- No. - So it was criminally illegal.

For you to have it, against the law.

- Okay. - The precipitating act..

'Was you committing a criminally illegal crime.'

Well...okay.

And tell me this, Mr. Defendant.

In the moments after you shot the victim in the head

'killing him with a shot to the head'

'did you tell the police this story?'

Did you give them this, uh, boorish lump

shoot or be shot, pull the trigger,

boom, murder account?

Did you tell the police that?

I told them he was about

to shoot me, so I fired.

Why not give them the version you gave us? It was so riveting.

It had suspense, drama. It was such a good story.

The police would've been rapt, just like we are.

You know, good stories like that, they, uh..

Well, they take time to concoct.

- Don't they? - I didn't concoct it.

I'm thinking if I'm out in Hollywood

'and I'm one of those studio producer guys'

and a writer pitches me that story

I wouldn't change a beat, not a beat.

Except maybe I'd say it seemed a tad desperate.

Of course, it had to be desperate, right, Lou?

I mean, you don't sell that story, you're looking

at a death sentence. That's desperate.

- That's desperate. Withdrawn. - Your Honor..

Tell me, sir, you said he was screaming.

Why is it that nobody else heard him scream?

His office was at the end of the corridor

his doors were closed

and his assistant had left work for the day.

Very convenient. At least, for you. For him, not so much.

'Now, you and the victim owned'

all the equity in your law firm 50-50.

- Is that it? Is that it? - Yes.

And upon his death, you get the whole pie, am I right?

You think I killed him for money?

Well, if the victim should die

where does his share of the firm go?

- It goes to me, but-- - Thank you.

Not if I murdered him. I-I'm sure I'd be excluded.

Oh, uh, did you think about that?

I'm thinking about it now.

If I wanted to kill him, don't you think I'd have a better plan

than walking into his office and executing him?

It was the perfect plan, you knew he had the gun

you knew that you could say he drew first. Your--

No, I said he drew his second.

And since it's just the two of you in the room

your word against a dead guy's, one could say

it's the perfect plan. The perfect plan.

- Objection. - Sustained.

A man is dead! That woman lost her husband!

'Those kids lost their father!'

- Objection! - 'Sustained.'

'I'll ask the jury to disregard that.'

I'm done.

- You're very quiet today. - Oh. Well..

Is something wrong?

Well.. Chunhua..

I've been giving a lot of thought to the..

...progress of our relationship.

Where it seems to be, where it..

...is headed and--

I think I know what you're about to say.

You do?

Adam..

...I'm a very conservative person by nature.

Chinese women aren't very open with their feelings

but that doesn't mean I don't have them.

- Because I do. - You do?

I've actually been talking to the therapist

about this a lot lately.

The fact is..

...you're the best man I ever met.

And I haven't done a very good job of communicating that.

- I know. - Oh, it.. It's okay.

I'm gonna get better about it.

- I think, also-- - Chunhua..

You didn't know what I was about to say.

- I didn't? - No.

What I was going to say..

As I look into my crystal ball, see where my life..

I don't really see us in it..

...together.

I adore you. Don't get me wrong, I do.

But I want to be able to see and feel

a future in a relationship, marriage, kids.

And...I don't see it

feel it...with you.

Is there someone else?

Well, yes and no, I suppose.

I'm not seeing anybody else.

But..

...the feelings I had with Rachel

as much as I'd like to pretend they're over..

...they're not.

Are you and she getting back together?

No. She's with somebody. It isn't that, but..

Well, I know what I'm capable of feeling with somebody.

And...

- I don't think-- - You'll ever feel that with me.

You're a very...honest man.

And I..

I wish you well.

I really do.

You did the right thing.

- Doesn't make it hurt less. - I know.

Do me a favor? Check in with her?

Okay.

One would have thought that we had a lovely date.

After all, it was lovely, one would have thought.

But no call came from anyone saying

they had a good time the next morning

so, that suggests otherwise, doesn't it?

Because when men have lovely times

they typically, customarily call to confirm the loveliness.

So, either the date wasn't lovely, after all

or you were just being discourteous.

You were inconsiderate. You were rude.

Now, we won't even discuss you calling me mentally rank

or a nut job.

How we doin'?

It's almost over. Bet you're glad.

I'm glad. These things aren't fun.

I know it, you know it, I know it.

I'm sorry. That's two for you, one for them.

That means you know it twice as much?

- Counsel. - 'See that?'

That was a bit of lawyering there

the art of distraction. That's what lawyers do.

Have to, especially in the hopeless cases, which this is.

Her client, that man, was greedy for more money.

'His only means of getting it was the death of his partner'

a man whose office he goes into with a gun

the murder weapon.

A single shot is fired, and Mitchell Eaves is dead.

Dead, dead, dead. How do you spin that one?

Well, you heard him try, didn't you?

"I pulled out my pistol

"but it was just to mess with him.

"And then he pulled his, and he was serious.

He was gonna shoot me. I had to shoot him."

Give me a break.

'Mitchell Eaves, no history of violence'

suddenly turns homicidal?

What's that? Out of nowhere? What's that?

A man, described by all his friends as docile

suddenly becomes a crazed maniac? Come on.

Lou Drummond killed his partner. He did it.

'Walked into his office, shot him dead for the money.'

Did it. You got the act.

You got the motive. Bang. Boom. Did it.

I have to admit, I, too, have been struggling

with how Mitchell Eaves, this law-abiding man

with no history of violence

could suddenly become homicidal...or suicidal.

I've also had a hard time understanding

how Lou Drummond could pull a gun

on his very best friend in life.

But then I remembered..

...they were like an old married couple.

And in a marriage..

I was married once.

About a hundred years ago.

I loved the man very much.

Quite deeply, in fact.

But some days, I'd wanna kill him.

'The closest of relationships, over time, can become fraught'

with tiny, little fractures.

Years of hurts and slights can build up to the point where..

I remember being shocked at some of the things

I was capable of thinking, feeling.

The fact is, even in the deepest and happiest of relationships

the line between love and hate can be oh-so-thin.

That's why, when a man is murdered

the very first question the police ask

is, "Who loved him?"

My client certainly shares blame for this tragedy, no question.

'Did he escalate things by drawing his weapon?'

'Probably.'

Could a case be made for negligent homicide

or reckless endangerment?

I suppose.

But the DA didn't charge my client with those things.

He went for it all. First degree murder.

Which means premeditation.

'There is simply no evidence'

'that Lou Drummond walked into the office that day'

'with the intent to commit murder.'

Oh, yes, the DA has done

a marvelous job suggesting it.

But evidence, proof?

None.

'I've known Lou Drummond for 30 years.'

He's a kind, humble person

who values family, friendships. He has no record.

'He has nothing in his history that would suggest'

'he could be capable of this crime.'

If so, the prosecution certainly would have introduced it.

He could never, ever

have killed his best friend in life..

...for money.

This I know.

Who am I kidding?

'Friends shock each other all the time.'

Either by having affairs, or.. I mean, let's face it.

You think you know somebody and..

As convinced as I am that Lou didn't do this..

...it would be a lie for me to say I know.

I don't.

I wasn't in that room that day.

I don't know.

Neither does he.

And neither do you.

Okay, the jury has asked

if they might consider a lesser charge

such as murder two or manslaughter.

Those charges are not on the table.

- Not on the table. - 'I know that, counsel.'

The question becomes do we put them on the table?

Absolutely not, if the jury has murder two as an option

they'll take it. Absolutely not.

If the jury thinks that's what it is

isn't that a good reason to include it?

The last thing I'm gonna do is start taking

my cues from a jury.

That might explain your losing streak.

I object to that. I want that stricken.

- We're not on the record here. - Well, I want it on the record.

I want a record of your abuse, that's what I want.

My abuse? What is it I did to so offend you?

What did you do? Did you actually just ask me that?

- Yes. What? - 'I'll tell you what you did.'

In the Malcolm Davies trial, you stood up

and argued jury nullification

'which is a request that the jury forsake the law.'

That offends me as a person.

As an officer of the court, that offends me.

Then, with your old lady armed robber, you did it again.

The law is a system of rules.

Nowhere does it say you get to break them.

Nowhere does it say you get to make your own rules.

You're an affront, that's what you are. An affront.

Alright, look.

You two can get therapy on your own time.

Let's turn to this case.

Ms. Korn, you have the right to petition this court

to include a lesser charge. Is that what you wish to do?

Ms. Korn, do you want me to consider a lesser charge?

No, Your Honor.

Let's just leave things as they are.

I'm gonna give you both one last chance to blink.

Okay, then, I'll tell the jury

it's murder one or not guilty.

Do I need to get a restraining order?

No. Sorry. I just..

Well, I'm sort of back to renew my apology.

I don't believe you.

How sad is that, huh? You come back to apologize.

And I immediately suspect you have an agenda.

It's especially sad because the one thing you and I

always had, Adam, was trust.

Trust. And now it's just gone.

- Wow. You're angry. - Yeah. I am.

Do you even have a clue as to why?

Tell me.

I was, well, um..

...well, thrilled

that you and I had gotten to the other side

that we could be friends, you know?

Real friends.

But what you have now made clear

is that our relationship

whatever it is or isn't it's..

...it's something you're willing to jeopardize.

- That isn't fair. - When Chunhua got attacked..

Who did you turn to?

'Or when you nearly got shot.'

And you even came running to me to borrow my boyfriend

as a doctor when you needed.

You have traded on a friendship

that I believed in, that I, that I counted on

'and all the while, it was maybe because you wanted'

to get back together as lovers.

Yeah, I'm angry.

A-and I'm hurt.

- Hurt? - Yeah, hurt.

How'd you feel the last time you lost your best friend?

Look, I thought I was over you.

- I'm not. - Is that why you came back?

'Cause you've already made that point.

Actually, I came back to let you know

as disappointed as I may be at not being the guy you..

That I'm really happy for you.

That you found somebody.

'See, the one constant in all this, Rachel'

is that I will always, always cheer for you.

Look, Adam, I'm no expert on love

but you're young, and I do think

the heart can only discover

what it really wants with experience.

And by that, I mean

it needs to get scuffed up a little

like a baseball.

Kicked around like a soccer ball.

- Stomped on. - Okay.

I also think you're judging Rachel

by how much you miss her, when you should be asking

"What was it like to be with her?"

'Cause you chose to split.

She chose it more than I did.

I'll be okay, Harry.

The thing is, part of what I'm feeling right now

is hurt for Chunhua.

I feel bad for the pain I caused.

When I broke up with my husband

I was so sure I'd never, ever find love again.

- Did you? - No.

Okay, bad example, but you will.

So will Chunhua.

Can we change the subject?

Did you really roll the dice with murder one?

Well, Peyton was right about one thing.

If the jury has murder two as an option, they'll take it.

But right now, they have to be willing

to let Lou Drummond go altogether.

You think they'll really do that?

Okay, look, I'm not good

at relationships, I'm not good at women

and I'm definitely not good at you.

You gotta stop expecting me to follow dating rules or games

and you gotta forget about me reading your mind.

I had a great time on the date.

You know I did, whether I called or not.

And I don't really think you're a nut job.

I just think..

Anyway, um..

How about we go on another date and take it from there?

Well, if that isn't just the most romantic thing ever.

Okay, look, I'll accept everything that you just said

but you have to agree, if we go out, I get to train you.

I've trained every boyfriend I've ever had

and if we're gonna work, you have to let me train you.

Wasn't that kind of a short deliberation?

Extremely. It can mean only one of two things.

- Which would be? - Guilty or not guilty.

Will the defendant please rise?

Madam Forewoman, the jury

has reached a unanimous verdict?

- Yes, Your Honor. - What say you?

We the jury, in the matter

of The State of Ohio versus Lou Drummond

on the charge of murder in the first degree..

...hereby find the defendant, Lou Drummond

not guilty.

You gotta be kidding me!!

Harry, I don't know what to say.

You got lucky, Lou.

You drew a zealous DA who overcharged.

That's the only reason you're walking free.

No. I got lucky 'cause I had you. Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury--

'Forgive me, Your Honor, but at this time'

I'd like to announce my resignation

from the District Attorney's Office.

I feel it's appropriate to say, you know, screw the law

screw justice, 'cause that's what this jury just did.

- Alright, Mr. Peyton. - 'Actually, if you don't mind.'

I'd like to walk away from the practice of law altogether

'cause it increasingly disgusts me.

It makes me wanna shower

just to be a part of this rancid, fetid

feculent piece-of-crap process!

I can no longer even bear to be in my skin. No, I cannot!

Just to think that I could possibly be a player

in this odorous, disreputable profession!

- Mr. Peyton, that's enough. - Damn right, it's enough!

I've had it with the whole squalid, putrid, maggoty..

Maggoty, that's what it is! Maggoty!

He really whipped out the thesaurus for this one.

Counsel, I will hold you in contempt.

Good! Glad to hear it! Hey!

While you're at it, why don't you hold

the jury in contempt, huh?

How about we hold this whole system

of so-called justice in contempt?

Take him away. You're in contempt of court.

'Throw me away and lock me up!'

Hey, by the way, you're all invited back to my cell

where you can suck my res judicata

you jag-off idiot morons!

I haven't finished, judge. Oh, hey. Check out my abs.

He started taking his clothes off?

He just lost it, right in open court.

- Where is he now? - Still in a jail cell.

The judge says he's gotta stay there till tomorrow.

I feel like I should go see him.

- Why? - I don't know.

I just feel bad for the guy.

I have this image of him

sitting alone there, not a friend in the world.

His colleagues are probably back in the office laughing at him.

Poor guy.

- Hey. - Hey.

I am, uh, sitting in the corner

with my girlfriend. I saw you here.

Hi, Harry.

Uh, you know, listen, when you get a free moment just--

He's got one now. I'm off to visit an old foe.

Harry, you're really gonna go see the guy?

I can't shake the image of him, putz that he is.

Stool's yours.

Try not to kick any soccer balls.

- What did she mean by that? - Search me.

So, listen.

For all of your, uh, nonsense..

...I do, as always, appreciate your honesty.

So, I just wanted to respond in kind.

Um, you know, one of the reasons

for my, you know..

- Wrath. - Not my word, but okay, uh..

Just-just when I thought it was safe

to go back into this platonic..

- Quicksand. - Not my word, but okay.

Um, you said what you said

and it made me realize that this transition, mine

uh, hasn't been as smooth as, um..

Of course, I still have feelings for you.

Not that I wanna get back together.

- That would be.. - Stupid.

Not my word, but.. No, actually, it was.

I don't wanna get back together.

But clearly, I love you.

And I always will.

I'm just really anxious to make that love work

um...for me

instead of, um..

...hurting.

You're some guy, Adam.

No, no, no touching. No, touching wouldn't be good.

I'm just, you know, saying..

Why'd we break up? Do you remember, exactly?

Well, because we were making each other crazy

and we agreed that, you know

we'd be friends because as friends--

We wouldn't make each other crazy?

I really miss you.

I really miss you, too.

Um..

Okay, I'm gonna go back..

...to my table now. Um..

- Goodbye, Adam. - Bye.

What, you want to make sport of me now, is that it? Is that it?

Let me in.

It's not too often I come across people

grumpier than me, you know.

You did me a favor, that's what you did.

All I needed was a push.

You gave it to me. I should thank you.

Look, Josh..

- Can I call you Josh? - No.

Only my mother gets to call me that.

Really? What do your friends call you?

You have any friends?

- Well, what do they call you? - They call me Puck.

I played hockey as a kid, and the name stuck.

Puck?

- Puck Peyton? - Look, w-what do you want?

Is this some Schadenfreudistic sadistic thing?

Is that it? Is that it? What do you want?

You know..

...Puck..

'...you're a really good lawyer.'

You shoot yourself in the foot with your overzealous..

That and your insistence on being an antagonist.

'This case, the Malcolm Davies case'

'the Anna Nicholson case..'

all of them should have reached plea agreements.

In all three, you went for the maximum

and you got burned.

You just need to dial it back.

How do I dial it back

when defense attorneys just push, push, push, push?

You-you make me push back, that's what you do.

Push, push, push, push, fight, fight, fight.

Well, when you make everything a war

we kinda have no choice but to do battle.

'Maybe if you introduced a little compromise'

into the process, it wouldn't be

so...rancid, fetid, feculent and maggoty.

Go ahead, make fun of me. Why not?

You make yourself an easy target.

Look, can I get you anything?

A pizza? A hamburger? A Snuggie?

How about a beer?

Why are you being nice to me?

Because I think somebody needs to be.

Beer?

Against the rules.

Thank you.

For thinking of me. I-I do appreciate it.

Guard?

I don't really dislike you, you know.

I just..

Defense attorneys, I-I have to think of them

as the enemy, that's all. It's the only way to..

I don't dislike you.

Have a good night, Mr. Peyton.

Puck.

You stink!