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Oh, you think you'll win.
$50,000 says you won't.

I'm not going to bet you.

You know you'll lose.

I won't lose.

$50,000.

He's out of control.

Your industry
is out of control.

You've bitten off more than you
can chew this time, my friend.

Oh, I don't swallow.
I just chew up and spit out.

We'll see.

I know exactly how big
and powerful you are, Mr Mathis.

It might do you some good
to check me out.

–You're losing.
–I'm not losing.

Oh, yes, you're losing.
Double it?

Fine.

Is it not red?

They're always red
in the morning.

See?

You stay out of this. I know
salmonella when I've got it.

Excuse me.

Uh, my—my name's
jason Canfield.

I'm looking for Mr Poole.

Ah, well, Mr Poole is not,
uh, here at the moment.

Or there, for that matter.
May I help you?

Well, I was just passing by
your building and saw the sign,

and I need a lawyer.

So… how about Crane?
–Uh, Mr Crane is fun.

You can always talk about him
when he's in the room,

which is a nice, but I don't
think he's your man either.

So that leaves Schmidt.

I'm Schmidt.
Let's go to my office.

Why wouldn't he ask for me?
Am I not the star of this show?

You see your name up there?

This is not about
how good you are.

It's not?

It's all about credit. That's
what's important in life.

Credit.

And money.

I thought it was
all about getting the girl.

Tell me it's values, Carl. It's about
getting the girl, right? Money.

–Money.
–Sex.

–Money.
–Sex. –You call it.

–Maybe it's money and sex.
–They go together.

One begets the other.

See? We're not fighting.
We're in sync.

I can't be sure, but I think
Carl wants to be in sync, too.

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Was he killed in Iraq?

No, no. They patched him up
okay there, brought him back.

He died in a hospital here.
The doctor killed him.

But I know for a fact
that there was malpractice,

because he admitted it.

Mr Canfield,
I've tried a number

of medical malpractice
cases in my time.

I've yet to run
across a doctor

who admitted
his or her wrongdoing.

Yeah, but this one did.

It—but I can't sue,

because it happened
in a military hospital.

Something called
the Feres doctrine.

You heard of that?

Yes it—it basically

insulates military hospitals
and their staffs from lawsuits

when the victims
are on active duty.

My brother's not on active duty
anymore, Ms Schmidt.

He's dead.

I'm afraid the doctrine
would still apply.

So there's…
there's nothing I can do?

Nothing?

Well…

But the law is clear.
Soldiers are—

Alan, I-I know.

It's completely unwinnable. It
doesn't even make sense to try.

Which is why
I've come to you.

I've so missed watching the
brave knight fight the windmill.

Shirley, this lawsuit
is barred.

There's a supreme court case
directly on point,

and it's not like you to want
to waste the firm's money.

What's going on?

What's going on is,
when a man comes in off the street

whose only brother
has been wrongfully killed

and asks you for your help,

you help.

It's that simple.
You help.

Would it be
the Pentagon, then?

Well, it… it might.

Are you close,
you and your sister?

Well, mainly,
she'd throw rocks at me.

Got it.

She was a bit overbearing
and… and extremely punctual.

She should be here any—

Hi.

Hi. What are you doing
on the desk?

Joy Espenson. Get down.
Are you his girlfriend?

No, I just—

You're just what,
purely sexual?

Joy! This is Katie Lloyd,
my colleague, a lawyer.

You apologize this instant.

Okay.

I'm here about
your nephew Henry.

I have concerns.
I need your help.

What concerns?

Well, he's 15.
He's going through puberty.

He's starting to get
an acute interest in sex.

Isn't that natural?

And he may be dating
his sister.

What?

You heard me.

But he's an only child.

Well, he is or he isn't.
We don't know.

He was conceived by
an anonymous sperm donor.

I have an excellent sex life
so long as men

don't actually have to get
in the bedroom with me.

Anyway, turns out Fiona,
that's the girlfriend Fiona

she was conceived
by an anonymous sperm donor.

It also turns out she's
the spitting image of Henry.

I'm thinking, what are the odds?
Are you with me?

To be honest,

I'm still recovering
from the gripping apology.

I met Fiona's mother.
We both used the same agency.

My God, what if?

I mean, what if they
fall in love and get married

and start reproducing?

W-well, let's simply take
DNA swabs and—

DNA is not conclusive
with half siblings.

Could you speak to him?

Me?

He loves you.

Does she ever speak?

I must say, when I first
read the complaint,

I couldn't decide

whether it was just laughable
or nonsensical.

Now that I see
who the attorney is,

it makes sense
that it's laughable.

Wade and I go back.

He represents the
pharmaceutical companies

that almost killed Denny.

How's that discovery going,
by the way?

It might be
proceeding more quickly

if I wasn't sidetracked by baseless,
groundless, frivolous claims.

He's a big fan
of adjectives.

Yes, I go back a little bit
with wade as well.

Really?

The hospital has admitted
comtting gross misconduct,

which caused
the victim's death.

But it's a military hospital.
They're immune.

Fine. We have the merits, you
have the legal technicalities.

Let's meet somewhere
in the middle.

The technicality here
is the trump card.

The supreme court
clearly held

you can't touch military
hospitals. Game over.

That ruling was 50 years ago.
Things change.

Things change?

Will that be your
legal argument, things change?

I'll have you know, tony scalia
is personal friend of mine,

and trust me, he has
no interest whatsoever

in what any supreme court
before him has said.

I don't know why I even
bothered to come over here.

Because you miss me, Wade.

Hug? We're a nation
of huggers, you know?

We will take this to court.

Fine. Do that.

Have a lovely day.

What?

We don't really want it to end
quickly, do we? He's fun.

I certainly understand
your concerns.

But we have
contractual agreements

assuring
absolute confidentiality

with all of our
anonymous donors.

He could be dating
his sister.

Joy.

I appreciate
your legal obligations,

but contracts can be vitiated
on grounds of public policy.

And your public policy
argument would be what?

He's dating his sister!

Joy.

Are these your children?
–Yes, they are.

You have a beautiful family.

I can see they
even look like you.

Henry Espenson wonders
whom he looks like.

Do you really think it's fair,
Mr Chism,

that Henry's right to know
his genetic lineage

was simply…
contracted away from him?

Mr Espenson, without
assurance of anonymity,

many sperm donors
wouldn't donate.

It's possible Henry
might not even exist.

And if we were to look
at the equation

as best interest
of the sperm donor,

I'd side with you,
but since courts

typically opt for
best interest of the child—

And Henry would be
better off unborn?

Believe me, Mr Espenson,
I've heard all the arguments.

And as I said,
I do sympathize,

but there is no wiggle
room on this one.

We will not tell you
who the sperm donor is.

All right, listen, buddy,
I've tried to play nice here,

but if we have to go
to court, I'll do it.

I'll close your doors,
and then you can liquidate

all your little test tubes

and turkey basters,
your porn videos.

See this here?
It's a cigarette, bub.

And you can put it out
like this,

just snuff it in an ashtray,

or I can stomp it with
my size-13 boats.

Either way,
it's extinguished, pal.

Whether you want to be snuffed,
stomped or sucked dry,

we can do it nice,
do it rough.

How's gonna be?

Just…

Yes, security, please.

I am not being a traitor.
I'm supporting our troops.

Why aren't you?

Isn't this war
costing us enough

without the lawyers
coming in—

Oh, I don't want
to get into this.

Alan, I'm gonna
tell you something

and you need to hear this—
America is sick of Bush bashing.

Enough already.

I'm not bashing Bush.

You're suing the military,
which is the Pentagon,

which is the government,
which is Bush.

It all comes down to Bush.

Denny, this isn't about Bush.

This is about the troops
risking their lives in the—

Oh, please.

After the debacle
at Walter Reed,

you must be kidding.

These kids are returning
with catastrophic wounds.

Who the hell is looking out
for them, really? Not Congress.

It's one you can't win, Alan.

Says who?

Says law.

Says the United States
supreme court.

Says $50,000.

You know what? I don't…

You want to bet.

Uh-huh. If you insist
on being an idiot,

at least let me
profit from it.

Have you no shame
whatsoever?

None.

All proceeds
go to the troops.

Fine.

Fine.

Fine.

There are reasons for
this doctrine, Ms Schmidt.

Yes, your honor, bad ones.

These kids fight our wars.

It's an undue burden
to compensate them

when they're victims
of medical malpractice?

The soldier in question

lost his life because
of an avoidable,

negligent hospital screwup—

It's not just the money.

Subjecting the military
hospitals to discovery—

Oh, come on.

May I finish?

You didn't let me finish.

Your honor,
this goes beyond bad faith.

We send these kids to war,
they come back

in need of medical care,

our doctors commit
malpractice, and we tell them,

“oops. You can't sue
because of a-a doctrine

that selectively singles out
and punishes soldiers”?

I thought he was
the speech maker.

No, today you got me.

At least let me call
a witness or two.

My client lost
his only brother.

If he can't have
his day in court,

at least give him an hour.

All right. I'll allow you
to call witnesses

as to the legality
of the doctrine.

Your honor,
if she doesn't like the law,

her recourse is the legislature,
not a judge.

Well, thank you, Mr Mathis.
I know what my role is.

2:00.

You started sucking
on the cigarette?

I-I think I got
some wood fibers

lodged in my lungs.

Well, wh-what happened?

Well… I just saw
my sister looking at me

like I was this big loser,
the way she did growing up.

Did she really
throw rocks at you?

Yes.

She thought if a hard object
came hurtling at my head,

I'd have to lift my hands
off my thighs to block it.

She does love me in her way,
but her way sucks.

It's a prop.

So what happens now
with the case?

Well, we go to court, but first,
we have to tell Henry.

How can I help?

You can't really.
I need to do this.

Can you?

It's a prop.

Sometimes
I think about retiring,

but what would I do?

I hate golf.
I don't much like to travel.

Do you ever
think about retiring?

Not really,

as long as I can practice law
on my own terms.

And you're doing that?

Still able to put your judgments
in question form, I see.

You know, Shirley,

I'm still on the board
of bar overseers.

There's a lot of talk
about your firm lately.

Is there?

Yes, regarding its, uh…

slide.

I wasn't aware
of any slide.

Two of your name partners
have lost their minds,

and you…

What about me?

I've known you a long time.
May I be brutally honest?

Oh, please.

This Alan Shore is
dragging you into the sewer.

It's now his thumbprints
all over Crane, Poole & Schmidt,

not yours.

He's unscrupulous,

he's disrespectful
to our judiciary,

he's a bad seed,

and his reputation…

is running to your firm
as a whole, to you.

I see his influence in play
in—in this very case.

You brought a baseless,
frivolous cause of acion

barred by law.
Why?

Are you done?

Go ahead. Let me have it.
I'm a big boy.

I've practiced a long time,
worked with some of

the highest-ranking members
of our profession—

I include you among them—

But I have yet
to be associated

with a more skilled,
more principled,

more noble attorney
than Alan Shore.

If his is the reputation
I'm to be saddled with,

I will take it.
And lunch is over.

If you want to reject
my opinion,

that's your prerogative.

But here's a fact:
he is putting your firm in peril.

Believe me
when I tell you that.

Jerry, thank you so much
for helping me tell him.

I'm just so afraid
if he hears it from me,

he'll hate my guts forever.

Hey, mom.
Hi, uncle Jerry.

Henry! Hello. Welcome.

This could take a while.

It's so good
to see you.

You, too.
This is my girlfriend Fiona.

I brought her along,
if that's okay.

We're kind of inseparable.

So what's the big mystery? Did I
inherit money or something?

Did my birth father keel?

Henry.

So really,
what's the deal?

Let's… go into the conference
room where we all can sit.

Are you currently serving
in the military, sir?

No, I'm a retired captain
for the US army.

I served until last year.

And what were your
primary responsibilities?

For the last nine years,
I was mainly in recruiting,

getting young men to enlist.

Did you retire on good terms?

Not so much.

Could you tell us why?

Well… it was suggested I retire
after I was a little too outspoken

on what I perceived
as a backdoor draft.

Um, when you say
“backdoor draft”—

I mean we target the poor.

No one likes to say it publicly,
but that's what we do.

And you target
low-income youth because?

They needed the money.
Most kids don't want

to go off and fight wars
if they can avoid it,

so we hone in on the kids
without options.

The poor.

The poor. We set up
our recruitment stations

in the poor neighborhood malls
and in the poor high schools.

I'm sorry.

Can you at least tell me
the connection to this case?

It goes to fairness,
Mr Mathis.

We go after the lowest
economic demographic

in our society
to fight our wars.

These kids are risking their
lives out of financial duress.

They have—
–I'm sorry, Ms Schmidt.

This is an entirely
different issue.

This witness is disallowed.

Your honor, I would like you to
understand the context of this—

No. We're gonna stay on issue.

Now if you've got a witness
who can talk about this case

or the doctrine itself,
I'll listen.

Otherwise, this witness
is disallowed.

Now who else do you have?

Yes, I would like to hear
from the doctor

who treated
my client's brother.

Defense stipulated that he
committed an avoidable error

rising to the level
of malpractice.

I'd like to hear from him
all the same since—

There's no point here
from the doctor

unless you're trying
to manipulate me

with either horror or emotion,
neither of which informs us

of the legitimacy

or the lawfulness
of the Feres doctrine.

Your honor, certainly you're
allowed to be horrified

by the facts in this case.

The doctor is disallowed.

In order to fully appreciate
this doctrine

and its capricious
application,

your honor needs to hear test—

Oh, wait a minute.

You've—you've wasted
enough of my time already.

I'd like to hear summations
from counsel

in this court
tomorrow at 10:00 am,

and then I'll rule.

In the meantime, I'd like to see
counsel in my chambers.

Well…

It, um, uh, might be… best

if this conversation were—
were private.

Mom, whatever it is,
I'm gonna tell Fiona.

She's my soul mate.

Okay.

Well…

The thing is, Henry…

Tell him.

Well, Henry, hello.
Welcome.

This is a little bit about
your birth father, actually.

–Did he croak?
–No. No, no, no.

Well, we have no way of knowing
one way or another

since we have no idea
who he even is.

Fiona's a sperm-donor baby too.

It's one of the first things
we bonded over.

Yes, in fact, you're not
just sperm-donor babies.

But you both come from
the same sperm bank, actually.

Really?

Cool. You see?
We're so much alike.

M-more alike
than you might imagine.

It's possible… you came
from the same sperm donor.

What do you mean?

Well…

You may have…

Um…

The same birth father.

The odds are against it,
of course,

but there's a wee chance that…

uh, Fiona…

is…

your half sister.

That—it can't be.

I-I—I'm sure it isn't,
but, uh, um, it might be.

How can we know… for sure?

Well… that's the thing.

Uh, we… can't.

We're trying, but so far…

We can't.

I have been informed…

that counsel has been
wagering on this case.

Is that true?

That is absolutely false.

Mr Shore…

What about you?
–Me?

I've been informed

that you and Denny Crane
have a side bet for $50,000.

Is that true?

–Well…
–Alan?

Proceeds go to the troops.

I never bet on baseball,
and I bet we'd win here,

so it's not as if
I'm throwing anything here.

But a senior partner
in your firm—

Denny and I have these
little side bets all the time.

It's not like…
that answer remotely helped me.

I lied about that actually.

Denny and I don't bet all the time.

I never bet. I just… lie.

My therapist recommends
that I lie to get past the…

gambling problem.

Well, I'm recommending you for disbarment

as soon as this case is through.

All right. Summation,
10:00 am tomorrow.

–You told the judge?
–What?

About our bet. You told the judge.

I did no such thing.

Well, he knows, Denny.
How would he know?

Don't ask me.

You never said anything to anybody?

Well, I-I might have mentioned
it to the clerk in passing.

–I don't believe it.
–Calm down.

You sabotaged a case of this firm

so you could win a bet?
You sabotaged me.

–Keep your voice down.
–I will not keep my voice down.

You sold me out.
I'm up for disbarment now.

You might be, too.
–I'll make a few calls.

Denny, we wagered on a case.

Do you have any idea
how unethical that is?

Well, it's not like
we bet on baseball.

You did this to me,
to your best friend.

Winning a bet is… My God.

She looks mad.

Of all the things
you have done…

never mind the illegality of it,

the insensitivity…

A soldier lost his life.

–Shirley—
–There is no excuse, Alan.

I wasn't about to offer any.

It was stupid.
We never should have done it.

If I thought it would have any
bearing on the case, I never w—

Of course it has bearing.

The judge now takes our case
much less seriously bec—

Which was obviously Denny's plan,

which is why he told the clerk.

Oh, sure. Sell me out.

You sold me out.
You betrayed me.

You both betrayed me…

and this firm and the client.

You sicken me, both of you.

Maybe I shouldn't have told.

Maybe⁈

You risked everything.

Our friendship, our trust,
our nights on the balcony—

You put a stupid bet before it all.

I mean—you know what?
I don't care.

I'm done. We're done.

–Alan.
–I can't even look at you.

So this isn't any kind of
in vitro facility or—

No, your honor.
It's simply a bank.

People buy and sell sperm.

And do people buy and sell
a lot of it,

or has the weakened American dollar
taken its toll there as well?

Your honor, I certainly hope
you're not finding humor in this.

The consequences here
are potentially dire.

Look, the odds of two people from
the same donor meeting are—

Not preposterous.

Many donors donate buckets
of sperm over time.

In fact, with designer babies
and genetic engineering

being the new must-have
for wealthy families,

many prospective parents
go looking for

that athletic good-looking man
with the ivy league degree.

There are some donors

who have sired more offspring
than secretariat.

It's only a matter of time

before two people from
the same seed hook up.

Crown cryobank follows
the guidelines recommended by

the American society
for reproductive medicine

to specifically guard against
the possibility of consanguinity.

But it can happen.

Looking at these two kids,
you can see the possibility.

Your honor, if I may,

we limit the number of
live births per donor

to 25 per population of 800,000.

But you have no means of
actually tracking that number.

There's no obligation
for the women to tell you

the resultslt of the purchased
sperm once it leaves the depot.

We have binding contracts
with our donors.

But if you talked to adopted children,

they will tell you there is a need.

Even the—the ones raised
by loving adoptive families,

there is a fundamental,

perhaps even primal need,

to know who and where they came from.

And these contracts say,

“no, sorry, sperm donors'
privacy counts more.”

That's wrong.

Parents have always treated
children like chattel,

like acquisitions, but this…

The UK passed a law

ending the practice of
donating sperm anonymously.

Fertility clinics started to dry up.

Some have no sperm at all.

Desperate parents lose out.

All right.

I think I know the arguments.

Yes, son?

I just want to say, judge,

nobody ever consulted me.

Now if I want to know
where I came from,

who my birth father is,

does cancer run in the family,

are there any other diseases
I might be more likely to get,

do I have any brothers or sisters,

is there anybody else out there
who looks like me—

I don't get to know any of that…

because before I was born,
some people entered into a contract.

I'm sorry.

Go tell someone who's interested.
I'm working on my summation.

–Alan, I—
–Get out.

You don't do something like…

Sorry isn't good enough.

Alan…

I'm slipping.

What would ever…

possess me to—

I mean, I do crazy things,

but I-I always know what I'm doing.

My judgment on this was…

I know I'm slipping.

I'm so, so sorry.

For me to have done this to
the person I love most is…

What's happening to me?

Nothing's happening to you.

Yes, it is.

I'm not sure.

Maybe I shouldn't practice anymore.

Look, don't overreact.

I told the clerk of a sitting judge

we had a bet on the case.

If I'm going down, I—I'm not
taking you down with me.

It's time I quit.

If you quit work, Denny,

your brain will shrivel up
to the size of a small raisin,

and you surely will die.

Have you been feeling
other symptoms lately?

Sometimes I feel a little foggy

and I don't seem to always get things.

–For example?
–Obama.

Another example.

The Patriots losing to the Giants.

You're covering.

The idea of not having you—

You will never not have me.

You said we were done.

I was angry, Denny.

I'll get by it.

Our friendship will survive
an act of poor judgment.

–Really?
–Really.

If you want to call off the bet—

I have no interest in doing that.

I plan on winng.

–Double it?
–Done.

Don't tell.

I won't.

Thank you, Alan.

You forgive, I forget—
We make a good team.

Yes. We're a very good team.

All right.

Look, when I grew up,

it was relatively rare to meet
a person who was adopted.

Today adoption is commonplace,

as are multicultural families.

Genealogy is almost considered irrelevant.

But it is relevant.

People do want to know
their genetic history,

whether it is for medical reasons

or just, well, to feel complete

as one adopted friend recently told me.

I agree with Mr Espenson.

We cannot allow a contract
to usurp the autonomy of the child.

The current laws are
anything but current,

and they need to be reexamined.

In the meantime,
I am not ordering the defendant

to tell the plaintiff
the identity of his biological father.

But I am ordering you to tell him

if he and his girlfriend

come from the same sperm donor.

You have my ruling.
We are adjourned.

So what happens now?

Well, we at least find out
if you two are related.

How long will that take?

I would think we'd know today.

Good work, Jerry.
I'm very impressed.

It isn't just the undue economic burden
on the government, your honor,

though that alone would be crippling.

But the subject the military
hospitals to discovery?

That could result in
the free trade of military secrets.

It could compromise military discipline.

Representative Duncan Hunter—

a member of the house
armed services committee

and a former fighter pilot—
consider what he said:

“the Feres doctrine represents
a reasonable approach

”to ensuring that litigation
does not interfere

with the objectives and readiness
of our nation's military.”

You know, and think of it?

Do we really want our
military personnel bogged down

in depositions and motions
while we're trying to fight a war?

And finally, your honor…
consider this:

military hospitals tend
to deal with high volume,

and as Mr Shore noted,
many catastrophic wounds.

We want these kids getting treatment.

The last thing we need

is for doctors to be balking
out of fear of getting sued.

If you take away this immunity,

the reality is,
you'll lose doctors,

and our kids won't get
the medical treatment

they've earned and deserve.

Lawyers love to sue.

It's what we do.
It's how we heat our pools.

But sometimes…

we have to put our country first.

And failing that,

how about you put our troops first?

Ah.

It's surprising to have to explain

the rudiments of our legal system
to opposing counsel,

but I am not suing anyone.

My client is suing
because his brother, a soldier,

was killed by a military hospital.

By the way, there are
no pools being heated here.

I don't have one,
and as for my client,

he should be so lucky to have
a house, let alone a pool.

Although I'm sure he'd
prefer to have his brother.

Private Richard Canfield was in
the Fort Wayne military hospital

getting basic follow-up treatment
for wounds sustained in Iraq,

wounds he was healing from nicely.

He began to have trouble breathing due to

an adverse reaction to medicine
he was mistakenly given.

The doctor then inserted
a breathing tube incorrectly

and proceeded to pump air
into his stomach.

By the time they figured out
their mistake 15 minutes later,

private Canfield
had severe brain damage.

Three days later, he died.

None of this is in dispute.

Had this same malpractice
happened to me or you,

our estates would receive
million-dollar settlements.

But because private Canfield
was a GI, not a nickel.

Apparently, we can all live with that.

This Feres doctrine is as unfair
as it is patently ludicrous.

There is no danger of
revealing military secrets.

Discovery would only go
to medical records.

And frankly, I am mystified

as to how this could possibly
affect military discipline.

Would the troops
suddenly stop saluting

or begin marching in crooked lines?

And as for the supposed burden
on the government,

you've gotta be kidding me.

What about private Canfield's
horrific ordeal?

Not to mention the obvious fact

that while our government
will undoubtedly survive,

private Canfield did not.

I would say to you, your honor,

these are our kids who are dying.

But it's not really our kids, is it?

Not for the most part.

It's the poor people's kids.

And the dirty little secret,
some might say windfall,

of our record poverty
and disparity of wealth

is that we've got plenty of poor people
with kids to fight our wars.

I'm sorry, but I'm offended by that.

Are you, really?

How about a republican
presidential candidate

who opposes educational benefits
for GIs

so as not to encourage troops
to leave the military?

Keep their options limited.
Does that offend you?

How about all the war
profiteering by the rich?

How about the fact

that while an army sergeant gets
an annual salary of $70,000,

private security guards hired
by Blackwater and Dyncorp

get $400,000 to $500,000,

does that offend you?

All kinds of wonderful,
lucrative deals can happen in war,

but for the GIs,
we've got the Feres doctrine,

which means when a GI
is killed by hospital negligence

or even deliberately
by a doctor, not a nickel.

How can this not shock
our national conscience?

The media gives it little if any shrift.

Mr Mathis clearly doesn't care.

And me? Hell, I even
placed a bet on the case.

How can it be
that we don't… much care?

Maybe because it's not
our kids who are dying.

It's the poor people's.

Yes. Yes, that's fine. I'll wait.

I'm on hold.

They have the answer?

It seems so.

It's going to be fine.

I read a study.

People are attracted to
other people who look like them.

It's not unusual for us
to resemble each other.

Yes. Thank you.

Well?

You have the same sperm donor.

I'm sorry.

This isn't fair.

I'm so sorry.

All rise.

Be seated.

I'm allowing the plaintiff's case to stand.

Your honor, the precedent
set by the Feres doctrine—

The Feres doctrine is no longer
applicable in today's world.

Well, in that case,
the remedy is the legislature.

I disagree, counselor.

This doctrine unfairly victimizes the poor.

There are far more rich people
registered to vote than poor people.

This will never get fixed by
an electable legislature, never.

–Your honor—
–I'm allowing the case to stand.

We are adjourned.

Well…

What does this mean?

It means for now, you still get to sue.

Hopefully we can settle it quickly.

Thank you.

I'll schedule a meeting
with opposing counsel,

and we'll see where it goes.

I'll let you know.

Shirley, I apologize again
for any embarrassment that—

Okay.

She'll forgive us.

It sounds like
she's already halfway there.

What makes you say that?

Well, Shirley has no trouble
expressing her displeasure.

But when she says nothing
or walks away in silence,

it's like she's saying,

“I'm still angry,
but I'll forgive you.”

Will you…

really forgive me?

I did already.

I can't believe

I actually said that to the clerk.

Promise me something—

When I do something crazy,
you'll tell me.

Okay, let's start
with doubling the bet.

Oh, right. Yeah.

At least tell me it's going
to a good cause, like a hooker.

It's going to the troops. Remember?

Oh, right, yes. I feel better now.

You okay, Denny?

Oh, yeah.

You really yelled at me.

I just lost my temper.

I'm over it.

You know what's long overdue?

You and me on a road trip.

A road trip.

Maybe we should go to Rome,

or the balcony on
the other side of the building.

Yeah, I've got it.
A dude ranch.

A dude ranch?

It's horses and—and sheep
and fresh air and…

Sheep.

Let's go west,
to the wild west.

I don't really like horses.

How can you not like horses?

Dude ranch?

You just leave it to me.

I'll make all the arrangements.

We'll have campfires
and marshmallows and tents…

and… sheep.

Me and you and…

Fresh air would do us both good.

That is what we need.

Thank you…

For being…

Thank you.

I don't think
you're slipping, Denny.

I really don't.

Okay.

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