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Roberta's mad at me, sweetheart.
Can you feel it?

I'm not mad.

I just wonder if with only two days left,

this is the most optimal use of your time,

especially since we're missing
vital one-one-one interface

with the swing voters
at the Faneuil Hall event--

Roberta, Roberta,
plenty of time for all that.

We'll just be here 20 minutes.

-And then we'll need to get you
straight down to the harbor

for the EPA announcement

which will have crews
from every local station.

Cable news.

Probably make tomorrow's Globe
above the fold.

So 20 minutes, right?

What? Yes, 20 minutes.

You know, that's another thing.
Who the hell is Alan Shore?

-Hello, Samantha.
-Alan.

Hmm. Samantha Fleming,
this is Tara Wilson.

-Hello.
Pleasure.

Do you get any sleep at all?

Yes, about three hours a night.

Twenty minutes.

What, Jack, don't you think
I should be part of the meeting?

No, Samantha and I
will take this one alone.

Oh.

The accusations
were shocking.

-Money laundering...

-...tax evasion...

...obstruction of justice.

The verdict: Guilty on all counts.

And now, believe it or not,
Jack Fleming wants to be our next mayor.

Ask yourself, would you rather have
a candidate with convictions...

-or a candidate...

who's been convicted?

-Paid for by the committee

to re-elect Mayor Thomas Snyder.

In your defense, I suppose black and white
makes us all look a bit like Moe Howard.

Well, it gets me ticked off every time
I see the damn thing.

And there's not a word of truth in it.

But apparently, that doesn't matter.

You know what?
I've got three Harvard law professors

and a former US Attorney
on my campaign steering committee,

all saying that there is no way
that I can get that ad yanked off the air.

So...

I doubt if you've got
a silver bullet here, Al. No offense.

Alan. None taken.

The ad is completely false.

Jack was never convicted of those charges.

It was a third-generation family
real estate trust.

He was a passive beneficiary,

a victim of a trustee whose greed got
the trust prosecuted, not Jack personally.

I know you can help us.

You should feel flattered, Alan.

My, my wife seems to hold you
in very high esteem.

And I her.

As you know, in college, not a day went by
that I didn't long to sleep with you.

I hope I'm not being inappropriate.

As a matter of fact, you are.

Then my apologies.
When you spoke about truth a moment ago,

I guess I mistook that as a preference
for full disclosure.

Uh, boys, we don't have time for this.

Alan, I know it's going to be tough
to get an injunction on this thing.

You've read the First Amendment then.

Three days ago,
we had a double-digit lead.

Then they put this thing on the air,

and our overnight polls dropped
6 points in 72 hours.

If we don't move fast,
we're going to lose,

all because of this late hit.

These lies.

Please help us.

Let me see if I understand this.

In college,
you longed to have sex with her.

-Yes.
You ached to feel her naked body

pressed up against yours.

Yes, well said.

And yet, nothing between the two of you
ever happened.

We suffered from bad timing.

You're wondering if that's our destiny,
yours and mine.

Twenty years of unrequited foreplay.

Is that what you want?

Is that what you want?

Well, it just seems
that our timing might also--

Mr. Shore.

I saw you in the conference room
with Jack Fleming.

What were you two doing?

Tai Chi, actually.

I hope it is clear to you

that it would be an unacceptable
conflict of interest for you

to represent Jack Fleming in any matter.

This firm is extremely close
to Mayor Snyder.

Then this firm should take a shower,
don't you think?

He is a callous, smug, and brutish man

who hates the poor
and abuses the powerless.

You're not following me.

We earn a great deal of money
working for the city,

due primarily to Mayor Snyder's goodwill.

One would think that was obvious.

One would.

Well.

Now I have to take the case.

-Now, I'm gonna ask you a series of--
-Denny Crane.

Why did you just say that?

Well, isn't that how you guys usually
begin a mental status examination,

by determining
if the subject knows his own name?

Well, yes.

Denny Crane.

Got it.

And who am I, Mr. Crane?

You are Dr. Thomas H. Lee, neurologist.

Good.

Can you tell me what day
of the week this is?

Monday, and a particularly crisp
and beautiful one, too, I might add.

Good.

And who is the current President
of the United States?

That would be Ernest Borgnine.

I'll bet you get lunatics in here
every day...

...that say that stuff for real, right?

The current President of the United States
is George Walker Bush,

son to George Herbert Walker Bush,

whose father was the late United States
Senator Prescott Bush,

who as an undergraduate at Yale,
once wrestled my father in the nude.

But that's a story for another day.

Let's stick to the issues at hand.

Denny Crane.

Flight risk?

Your Honor, my client can barely walk.

He weighs 300 pounds and suffers
from acute rheumatoid arthritis.

Plus, I think I got a touch of the gout,
judge. I ain't going nowhere.

He was moving at a pretty good clip
when he left that jewelry store.

It was a one-time adrenaline rush.

Your OR Motion is denied, Miss Colson.

Bail set at 50,000.

We'll take 15, folks.

This way.

You got a minute?

Sure.

I need a good lawyer.

You available?

Flattered. What's up?

Well...

...Marcie and I split up.

Yeah, I was so sorry to hear that.

I can recommend somebody, Richard,
but I don't do matrimonial work.

No, no, I already found somebody
for that part.

There's something else.

Five years ago, when my son was born,
we saved his umbilical cord blood.

-You mean in the delivery room?
-Right.

We got it stored
in one of those cryo labs,

just in case Zachary ever needs to use it
to treat a cancer he develops,

God forbid.

Welcome to parenting
in the new millennium.

Anyway, the account,
it was opened in Marcie's name,

which, at the time,
I didn't think twice about.

But now the lab is saying that makes her
the responsible party,

not the two of us jointly.

She's refusing to release the cord blood.

She won't let it be used.

Your son is sick?

I'm sick.

Multiple myeloma.

It was diagnosed six months ago.

Oh, Richard, I--

Chemo hasn't worked so far.

And they're saying that I need
a bone marrow transplant.

But they can't find a suitable donor.

And your son's cord blood
would work instead?

They think so.

It's just sitting there
in a freezer?

Just sitting.

Without it, they gave me six months.
Maybe.

You think I got a lawsuit?

Let's meet with her first.
Hope we don't have to file.

Good. Okay. Thanks.

And then what happened, Mr. Shrum?

Well, when I couldn't get the pop tart out
of the toaster, I unplugged it.

And then I jammed a fork down the slot.

And I guess I must've jiggered it around
pretty good, because--

Can you give us a moment, please?

Mark, what did I tell you

about volunteering extraneous information?

-Not to.
-Right.

This is a deposition.
You answer the questions truthfully.

But never volunteer anything.

So don't add stuff like
"jiggering forks around pretty good."

Just answer every question
with as few words as possible.

Got it. Sorry.

All right, Mr. Shrum. When you
repeatedly manipulated the fork around

in the toaster slot

and then received an electrical shock
and second-degree burns,

whose fault would you say that was?

Mine?

I can't answer any shorter.

That was one word.

Denny.

We really do need to talk.

The partners are concerned.

-About what?
-Well, your billables.

Do you realize that so far this year
you have only billed 1,400 hours,

which is 200 hours less than you had
billed up to this point in calendar '03,

which was, as you know,
a year that saw a marked decline.

Breakfast?

I already ate.

In short, Denny, you are coming in light
by about 700,000 a year,

which means that since calendar '99 alone,
you have cost us...

3.5 million.

You ever forget things?

Things? Like what?

I don't know. People's names,
where you put the car keys,

whether or not you showered,

what a case you're arguing is all about...

Not really.

Well, you should get it looked at,
just the same.

You could have what is called
mild cognitive impairment.

It's a precursor to Alzheimer's.

Denny, you are theoretically
our foremost rainmaker,

but you haven't brought in a new
seven-figure client in two years.

You haven't filed a class action
in five years.

Care to guess how much Lisby,
Derucie & Floren billed as lead counsel

in the tobacco class action?

127 million.

It's raining cash out there, Denny.

We're not getting wet.

You could do crossword puzzles.

Excuse me?

It's a great brain stimulator.
So is learning new skills.

You know what else helps?

Speaking from time to time
in a foreign language.

What are you...

doing?

Researching a case citation.

Have you ever... used a computer before?

An entirely new experience.

Bottom line, Your Honor,
if Mr. Fleming feels aggrieved

by the way he's portrayed in my client's
campaign commercials,

then let him counter it
with commercials of his own.

As Justice Brandeis said,
"The best antidote

to false speech is more speech."

It's not surprising
Brandeis would say that.

He was a well-known drunk and pedophile.

No, he wasn't.

That's right. He wasn't. I made it up.

Does anyone have a problem with me

making provably false accusations about
honorable people just so my side can win?

Because that's certainly their strategy.

He's amazing.

-Yes, we're quite fond of him.
-Your Honor, Mr. Shore

is asking that you impose
prior restraint on speech

and not just any speech,

but the robust dialogue
of a political contest.

We don't do that in this country.

If they took a song
from the Beatles catalog

and used it in a campaign commercial
without permission,

would you order the commercial
off the air? Of course, you would.

It's an absurd analogy, Your Honor.

What if they ran
a campaign commercial

with footage of this lovely young woman
right here showering,

footage secretly taken
with a lipstick camera

mounted in her health club locker room?

-This is ridiculous.
-The point is,

in all of those cases,

we absolutely would see
injunctive relief granted

because those are rights worth protecting.

And so is the right of Jack Fleming
to have the truth told about his life.

But how do we determine the truth,
Your Honor?

Would Mr. Shore have us establish
a government department of veracity?

Mr. Fleming already has a remedy
available. It's called the slander suit.

I'm curious. When one wins a slander suit,
does the court award votes?

Because that's the issue here.

They're trying to cost him
the election now

even if they have to pay him a few dollars
years from now.

Well, this has been fascinating,
gentlemen.

Kind of like debate night at Mensa.

Mr. Gellman, that TV spot you're defending
is emphatically vile.

But, Mr. Shore, he's right.

Political speech is not subject
to prior judicial review.

And thank the Lord,
or that's all I'd ever do.

We're adjourned.

Mr. Fleming!

Mr. Fleming!

Mr. Fleming! Where's the money?

-Well, that was discouraging.
-It was.

-I'm sorry.
-You tried.

What now?

I'm gonna recommend we do a gang-bang
sit-down with the four local anchormen.

And obviously, you by Jack's side,
doing the whole "stand by your man" thing.

Very important when accusations go
to character like this,

we answer every question,
dominate the airwaves.

The message,
our guy is a superior piece of manpower.

-Feedback?
-Sounds good.

-That copacetic on your end?
-Hm. Sure.

Copacetic on my end, too.

Your end?

Got it.
Be right back with your coffee.

Thank you.

Well, we're very grateful that you agreed
to meet with us.

Did I have a choice?
You were pretty insistent on the phone.

Sorry, it's just a situation
of some urgency,

and I know you've said
you didn't want to retain counsel,

-but I would respectfully suggest--
-We've spent enough on lawyers.

We had a five-star divorce,
didn't we, Richard?

Look, I have to pick up Zach
from a play date, so...

Well, what I came to say is simple,
Marcie.

I'm sick, and I need your help.

I can't let you use Zach's cord blood.

I told you that when you called.

What if he gets sick and needs it himself?

We saved it for a reason.

Marcie, I can certainly understand
your feelings.

-But perhaps--
-Do you have children, Miss Colson?

No.

You want to protect Zach,
and I understand that.

But how about protecting him
from losing his father?

He's not gonna lose you. You're strong.

-You'll beat this.
-No, not without a compatible donor.

This isn't some simple transfusion
we're talking about.

They need an exact match,
and they can't find one.

They've tried, Marcie. Don't you get it?

Well, they should keep trying.

But I'm running out of time!

Please don't yell at me.

I'm sorry.

I was thinking on the way
over here about the day Zach was born,

and... and holding him and then feeling
as if I was part of some great continuum.

Feeling as if...

It's stupid, but feeling as if

I had thrown my DNA forward
into the future.

You know, like some biological javelin.

He's my flesh and blood, Marcie.

I would never do anything
to put him at risk.

I've read all the literature.

I mean, the chances of Zach ever needing
to use this are about in 1 in 2,700.

But I need it, now...

to live.

I am his flesh and blood too, Marcie.

Please, don't ask me about this again.

Either of you.

It's okay.

I understand you provided representation
to Jack Fleming after all,

contrary to my explicit instructions.

I did.

But, please understand,

ordinarily, I place great value
on all things explicit.

Is it your feeling that Denny Crane
will protect you from me?

It is. To the extent that he recalls
who I am.

Well, perhaps it will jog his memory

when I devote a large portion
of next month's senior partners' meeting

to a discussion of your situation here.

Miss Wilson.

Was that man threatening you again?

Yes. It seems to be his job description.

CNN said the election
was too close to call.

Fleming is up two points,
but it's within the margin of error.

I think that's what
I'll call my autobiography.

"Within The Margin Of Error."

Will I be in it?

It depends on who ghosts it.
I'll certainly lobby on your behalf.

Well... I'll expect a chapter...

...minimum.

Well, I would imagine you could earn
a chapter quite easily--

I was wondering if you could
help me with this product liability issue.

Never mind.

No, please, I'm all yours.

Hardly.

Ever used a computer?

Denny.

Um...

Yes. Yes, I have.

Remarkable machine.

Let me ask you a question.

A manufacturer of toasters
should anticipate

that their written safety instructions

will be ignored to the extent
that they're counterintuitive

and should plan
for that contingency, right?

In an ideal world.

What are you doing here?

I was afraid you'd hang up
if I tried calling you.

Can we talk?

I have nothing else to say.

I think I know your secret.

It was only one time.

Richard and I just had a huge fight.

I went to spend the weekend
at my sister's,

and there was a guy there,
this houseguest of hers.

We were all drinking wine, and...

suddenly he and I were alone.

And it just happened.

I agonized about
whether or not to have the baby.

And in retrospect,
I can't imagine not, you know?

But I promised myself that Richard
would never, ever find out.

You can't tell him.

You should tell him.

He deserves to know, especially now.

No, now would be the worst time.

Being Zach's father,
it's what he lives for.

If you don't tell him, I will.

-Oh.
-I'm his attorney. I have an obligation.

Just tell him I won't release
the cord blood.

Tell him to keep trying to find a match.
He needs to keep trying.

If Zachary's blood could save him,
of course, I would let him have it.

And it tears me apart
that I can't tell him that, but I can't.

How did you figure it out?

Occupational hazard.

I watch people's eyes.

When Richard was telling you
how he felt the day Zach was born...

Promise me you won't tell him.

I have an obligation.

Samantha.

You're wet.

It's raining.

He's screwing her.

That media consultant Roberta,

she left a detailed message
on his cell phone.

Didn't know I was borrowing it.

Come in and get dry.

Buy me a drink?

Maybe if he had done it
with somebody extraordinary.

Roberta, she's...

She's just so...

Sufficient.

Hmm.

I'm sorry.

It's fine. This is my regular place.
I bring crying women here all the time.

Oh, really?

Well...

I guess I'm that cliché.

The credulous political wife,
cheated on, humiliated,

didn't see it coming.

I have to do that interview
with him tomorrow.

Stand by my man.

He doesn't know that I know.

What do I do?

What do you want?

I want out.

Guess I am out.

Guess I've been out.

I do want him to win the election.

I do.

He'd be a great mayor.

He really does care about people.

As long as they're strangers to him.

You really don't like him.

Is that why you made that joke
in your conference room, when...

When I said not a day in college went by
that I didn't long to sleep with you?

Ah, yeah.

It wasn't a joke.

I had a place all picked out back then,
a motel out on route 9, The Aloha Inn.

Oh.

I thought you might appreciate
the tropical ambience.

I'm imagining a lot of rattan
and plastic orchids.

There's a neon sign out front
that blinks "Aloha" in orange,

then "Inn" in pink.

Then the hula girl's skirt in green,

over and over and over.

It sounds lush.

And all night long, the rooms
are flooded with the glow of that neon.

And I always wondered
how you would look naked in all that...

pink, green, and orange.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-You okay?
-Mm.

I'm gonna see if the candidate
can squeeze me in for a moment.

Moment of your time?

Are you joking? We're about to start.

It's a pressing matter.

Perhaps, we could duck in there.

You've got 30 seconds.

Then I'd better jump right in.

Do you have a favorite movie
about politics? Mine is The Candidate.

-Okay, we're done here.
-I still have 20 seconds left.

I especially like that scene
after Redford wins the election

when he asks his top advisor,
"Marvin, what do we do now?"

Goodbye, Mr. Shore.

You're a married man, Jack,

having a furtive sexual relationship
with your media consultant,

which begs the question,

"Marvin, what do we do now?"

Of course, your name isn't Marvin,
and Redford had already won.

You, on the other hand, could still lose
if anything unpleasant were to come up.

And does she know?

Use her name.

Does Samantha know?

Samantha knows.

This is a memorandum of agreement.

By all means, read it
when you have a free moment.

But I'll need your signature right now,
I'm afraid.

So, here are the headlines.

Samantha will do
your little dog and pony show out there,

and all other events with you
from now through the inauguration,

should you be lucky enough to have one.

She, of course, smiling at all times,
exactly like Pat Nixon.

And in return, after the divorce,

she gets a meaningful role
in every high-level appointment

and major policy initiative
during your first term.

She put you here. She's earned it.

I would never, ever give her that.
Do you understand?

Perfectly.

So, then, we'll handle this transaction
in the only currency

that's really available to us.

Samantha gets the house in Nantucket,

75 percent of all funds
in the various bank accounts

as of close of business yesterday,

the mutual funds in their entirety,

and 60 percent of all other assets
as determined by the forensic accountants

that we will hire, and you will pay for.

Oh.

Be sure to, uh,
date it on the bottom there.

-You can't lie to a client.
-I know. I told her.

It's just... the news
will crush him, Paul.

And to what end?
What good will have been done?

He will have been dealt
with truthfully by his attorney.

That's the good.

I know all the law school arguments.

Let's talk real world here.

Okay. Real world?

If I learned that an attorney in this firm
knowingly told a lie to a client,

a lie central to the matter,
the client had retained us to handle

I would personally report it to
the ethics committee of the state bar,

regardless of whatever
respect or affection

I might feel for the attorney in question.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I was just leaving.

-Hey.
-Hi.

And thanks for seeing me
on such short notice.

I know I could have just faxed this over,

but I wanted to massage some
of the language with you.

Clearly, you're gonna be a better judge

on whether the arguments here
are too inflammatory...

-Richard.
-...which is the obvious pitfall

of filing appellate papers
against your ex-wife.

-Richard, listen.
-I'll just shut up and let you read it.

I'm sorry.

Look, there's something
I need to tell you.

And I don't know how to begin.

You said my client was here, Mark Shrum?

He was here.
Mr. Crane came out to get him.

Denny got him?

I don't understand how Marcie
could do this.

She feels deeply ashamed.

But the priority now has to be finding you
a suitable donor.

But how could Marcie destroy
the cord blood?

It wasn't intentional.

She was having it transferred last week
from one lab to another.

I guess she wanted to hide it from you.

There was a shipping glitch.

It went 36 hours
without being refrigerated.

She's devastated.

I talked to Denny Crane.
He's a trustee of Boston General.

He's having their chief
of oncology call you tomorrow.

Thank you. That's very kind.

They'll find you a match.
I know they will.

You're gonna get through this.

Let's hope.

-And at other times called it obnoxious,

this refusal of Mayor Snyder to agree
to debate his challenger.

Of course, there was
one joint campaign appearance,

the two candidates sharing the same stage
at one point several weeks ago

when the Snyder camp called a debate
in which the...

Feels good, doesn't it?

What feels good?

Having sex with the candidate.

What if he wins? I bet the orgasms
are even better if he wins.

I'm jealous.

And we're ready to make

-a call in the race for mayor of Boston.
Okay, everybody, this is it!

Based on exit polling...

we are now projecting
that Mayor Thomas Snyder...

has lost his bid...

Yes!

Let's go.

He'll want you downstairs in the ballroom
basking in the adulation part of the deal.

New deal. This is where I get off.

Coming?

But one thing we do know tonight,

the Thomas Snyder era is coming to an end.

And, Boston's new mayor
will be Jack Fleming.

Stan Forrester is standing by
at the Fleming victory party at the Hyatt

where a very happy crowd
is waiting for the mayor-elect

and his wife to make their
way down to the ballroom.

Can you hear me, Stan?

Denny...

I'm worried about you.

You're speaking French to the messengers,

you got crossword puzzles spread out
all over the conference table,

you walk into reception,
hijack one of Sally Heep's clients,

actually have a meeting with him
in your office.

Did you even know what his case was about?

I took that test the other day.

The one where they ask you
a bunch of questions

to see if you've turned into an imbecile.

And they do a scan of your brain.
You know what they found out?

That I have a lot of blue and yellow
and red stuff colliding up there.

The damn MRI photo looks like a hurricane.

I don't remember what was the good color
and what was the bad color,

but the point is this.

They discovered that I remember
some things and I forget others.

And that's the way it's gonna be.

You wanna know what
that man's case is all about?

He stuck a fork in a toaster.

It's a little pissant lawsuit.

But I remember
what you said the other day.

What was that?

Seriously, Paul,
you have to have that test.

You said that we weren't filing
enough class action suits...

that we were missing out on a gold shower.

I... I believe I said a money shower.

When I heard the fact pattern
of the Sally Heep case,

I was able to persuade Mr. Shrum that
there was a greater good to be achieved.

And long story short, happily,

the toaster company
was open to my argument.

What argument?

That an attorney...

like, Denny Crane
with extensive class action experience

could easily turn Mr. Shrum's case
into a lucrative opportunity.

On the other hand, if they were to give
Denny Crane their ongoing legal business

augmenting the fine work done
by the in-house counsel,

then Denny Crane would be unavailable
to represent Mr. Shrum

who incidentally is going to receive
50,000 dollars from the company

as a goodwill gesture.

So don't you worry too much, Paul...

about Denny Crane.

And I also wanna say to my wife

Samantha, who unfortunately
could not be here tonight,

she's a little under the weather.

Samantha, I love you.

And I wish you could be right up here
beside me right now.

We love her, right?

That's right. Sure we do.

Okay. Thank you all.

God bless you, Boston.

You did the right thing.

Yes, I did.

I lied to him.

Lori.

You realize you have exposed this firm
to a potentially enormous liability award

and imposed on me certain excruciating
ethical obligations?

You'll do the right thing, too.

♪ At last ♪

♪ My love has come along ♪

♪ My lonely days are over ♪

♪ And life is like a song ♪

♪ Ooh, at last ♪

♪ The skies above are blue ♪

-♪ My heart was wrapped in clover ♪

Hmm...

♪ The night I looked at you ♪

We should have done this much sooner.

♪ You, you, you ♪

♪ Smiled ♪

♪ And then the spell was cast ♪

Let's do it again.

-♪ And here we are ♪
-♪ Here we are ♪

-♪ We are in heaven ♪
-♪ In heaven ♪

-♪ For you are mine ♪
-♪ For you are mine ♪

-♪ At last ♪
-♪ At last ♪