All language subtitles for Boston.Legal.S01E08.2004.Disney+.WEB-DL.1080p.H264.DDP-HDCTV_track5_[eng]

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This is a staff meeting, Mr. Shore.

I realize that.

Why are you in a Santa suit?

It's after Thanksgiving.

Surely you're not suggesting
I still dress as a pilgrim.

And who is this?

She's my elf.

Sometimes, especially
after Santa’s been drinking

he needs a little helper.

Have you been drinking today?

No. Today, I just brought her
for amusement.

My doctors are concerned
these staff meetings

could cause me to lapse into a coma.

I see.

Well, since privileged
information is exchanged

during these staff meetings,
your helper will have to leave.

Would you wait in my office, dear?

Sure.

Actually, there is that, uh, walk-in.

He's waiting in reception.
Maybe Alan should take that.

Perhaps you're right.

A wrongful termination. A guy was fired
as a department store Santa.

-Ha.
-I mean, since you seem to have

such a connection with the subject matter.

I'll do it.

I've always wanted a Santa case.

Oh, this is much more right for Alan.

I said I'll do it.

-Where is he?
-Uh, in reception.

Gil Furnald?

That's me.

-No, it isn't.
-Yes, it is.

No, it isn't.

Ho, ho, ho.

Deal with it.

Alan.

Tara.

What's with the woman?

-What woman?
-What woman?

The one you brought to the staff meeting.

She's my elf, Tara.

-I thought I was quite clear on that.
-Yes, very amusing.

Why is she here?

Well, it seems I've put on
a few pounds since last year.

So she brought me my new suit.
I do some work with the Salvation Army.

We work as a team, actually.

Is there a problem?

-Not at all.
-But?

Not that I've been doing
background checks,

but I have a friend who evidently
knows an old friend of yours and...

And?

You once cohabited with a little person.

Two lovely years.

I lived with her for three.

Do you have a thing...

for little women?

I have a thing for women.

You've never fallen for someone
shorter than you?

Well, I believe I'm involved with one now.

Either you're mistaken, or I'm jealous.

It's just very difficult to reconcile
being drawn to a person I consider...

...well, repugnant.

What, you think you're the first
good girl to fall for a bad boy?

Is my problem annoying you?

No, I'm sorry. I...

I just meant to convey
it's very common for women

to be attracted to men they don't admire.

What could be at play here,

there are qualities in yourself
you don't like

or qualities about Alan Shore
you wish you had--

That isn't it. I like myself just fine.

I saw that.

Uh...

Look, this...

...is not a great day for me.

Perhaps we should reschedule?

Okay.

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

Could I speak to you...

as a lawyer?

Uh... sure.

But you're going to have to face
the little clock towards me.

This is all privileged, right,
lawyer, client?

Of course.

Look, I-- I have a patient who's been
with me for almost four years now.

And he, um...

He habitually speaks of fantasies,

uh, things he plans to do.

They're typically idle ruminations,
I suppose, to make him feel better.

Lately, he's been talking
about murdering his ex-wife.

And at first, I thought,
harmless chatter again.

But there seems to be such a resolve.

Lori, I can't be sure
that it isn't real this time.

This man may very well be planning
to kill his ex-wife

and I'm just not sure what to do.

I just like wearing women's
clothes sometimes.

It's not a sexual turn-on, it...

Well, it just feels right sometimes.

So basically, you're a sicko.

-I'm not sick.
-Lighten up, man.

So, what, you got caught in a skirt
and that was it?

My employer found out,
and yes, I got fired.

They asked me a lot of questions,
like whether I'm gay.

Are you?

Uh, not that
there's anything wrong with it.

Yes.

But that does not make me an unfit Santa.

-Criminal record?
No. No, no, no.

And there's never been any incident.

I have been a good Santa for eight years.

A great Santa.

Huh, I can show you the letters.

There are kids and families
who have specifically come back for me.

And I thought, this is wrong.

I should not lose my job
because of how I like to dress.

Does he know you taped him?

No, I'm just full of ethical violations.

It's important that I do it with my hands.

I don't know why.
You could probably tell me why.

But see, the thing is...

I don't want to shoot her

or, uh, poison her
or hit her with a car. No.

It needs to be by strangulation.

Do you have any guess as to why?

Well, for one,

I actually want
to feel the life going out of her

I mean, with my hands.

I want to feel her body go limp.

Also, I want her to experience it.

I want her to know that she's dying
and I want to see her eyes as I do it.

And how do you know
that this isn't just talk?

I keep telling you, I don't know.

I, I mean, he's often fantasized.

Last year, he spoke
of blowing up his boss.

But his demeanor here,

as I said, there's a certain resolve
that really concerns me.

Have you shown this
to any other therapists or--

No. No, no, I am the only one
who can make that call.

And your call is it's possible
he's going to do it.

Do I tell the ex-wife?

Well, I'm sure you know the law
on this as well as I do.

I mean, you have a duty to warn the victim

if you're reasonably certain
she's in physical danger.

But falling short of being certain--

You honor doctor-patient privilege.

This just seems crazy to me.

I-- which side is better to err on?

A trial today?

Well, it's not exactly a trial.
It's an evidentiary hearing.

But I'd need to testify?

It's the only way you can
get a restraining order.

We'll lose the dress, by the way.

Coat and tie.

Alan, excellent!

Alan, Gil Furnald, Alan Shore.

Turns out that my Santa Claus
is a sort of cross-dressing sicko.

He's more you.

He is absolutely more me, Denny,

-but unfortunately, my schedule--
-Alan.

I have trouble with
this sort of subject matter.

-You're homophobic.
-It's not that.

What is it then?

It's my father.

Sometimes he wore dresses.

He called it a kilt and sang all
those Scottish songs, but we knew.

Please. The hearing's at two o'clock.

Hello.

Hello.

Sally.

Could I trouble you to do
a quick background check?

I realize we haven't spoken much
since we stopped having sex

and frankly...

...I'm dismayed by that.

But what I need to know is everything
you can find out about my new client.

Here's his name,
address, and social security--

Is it true you're taking
over the Santa case?

Yes, I am, Bradley.

Is it of interest to you?

No, but it could be...

If we say, bet on it?

Another wager.

Why not?

And would you already have stakes in mine?

I keep thinking about your elf.

How about if you win,
I become your elf for the day

but if you lose, you become mine?

-Complete with the costume.
-Of course.

-And bells.
-Oh, can't leave out the bells.

Alan. Hey, can I steal you for a second?

A second? A minute I could maybe do,
but a second would be pushing it.

Would you like me to push it?

You are so disgustingly vulgar.
It's important.

This is Dr. Konigsberg.

-Alan Shore.
-Hello.

Oh, Alan Shore.

Uh, Dr. Konigsberg has a patient
who talks about killing his ex-wife

and could be serious about it.

"Could" is the operative word.
I can't be sure.

Obviously, there are some
exposure problems.

I mean, if the guy does do it,

and it was learned that Dr. Konigsberg
knew of the risks beforehand--

The first thing I'd check
is his malpractice policy.

You don't want to do anything
to void coverage.

-I've done that already.
-What's your specialty?

Couples counseling.

I first saw the client
and his wife together.

Since their divorce,
I've been working with him alone.

So they came to you
to improve their relationship

and now one wants to kill the other.

Not your best work, was it, doctor?

And you're seeing Dr. Konigsberg for what?

Uh, just to deal with...

As a lawyer, he hired me.

He's a very mischievous man.

Look, can we stick to the case, folks?

Since the proposed victim
was or is a patient,

you've got real duty problems.

If the threat is real
and you don't tell her--

But I can't be sure it's real,
which means my duty is to the patient.

Can you have another
therapist meet with him

perhaps, get an objective opinion?

I've tried. No therapist will go near it
for fear of potential liability.

Well, if it were me,

I'd meet with him myself
pretending to be one of your colleagues.

That's hardly an option.

Why? You need objectivity--

You can't go there pretending
to be a doctor.

Of course I can't because I'm in trial,
but you can do it.

Oh, sure. And get disbarred?

I'd likely lose my license.

Oh, well, silly me.

I was thinking about the ex-wife.

If it's merely a bar card
and a medical license

you're looking to preserve,

you first opine to Lori that you're not
at all convinced

the man intends to follow through
on his threats,

then you draft an opinion
letter to the doctor

telling him he need not disclose.

Your respective asses will be covered

and everybody's happy,
assuming you like your asses covered.

Personally, I love the feel of a stiff
breeze against my rosy cheeks.

In any event, pardon my misunderstanding.

I thought it was potentially
human life at stake.

Sylvia.

What do you want now?

Oh, why do you always think
I want something?

Why couldn't it be that I just want to see

the smiling face of the prettiest girl
in the clerk's office?

What do you want, Brad?

-I need a small favor. Tiny.
-Hmm.

But first, please can I see that smile?

God.

-If I were ten years younger...
-Or ten years older.

What's the favor?

There's a motion scheduled
for this afternoon.

Furnald vs. Gordon's Department Store.

A lawyer named Alan Shore is seeking
injunctive relief, unlawful discharge.

I need this case to fall
on Judge Hingham’s docket.

Judge Hingham? Why would you want him?

Because he's just right for this one.

Exactly what kind of case is this?

A homosexual?

That's where we're at now?

Santa Clauses being played
by homosexuals.

I believe "homosexual" is one word, judge.

But to avoid confusion, let's say "gay."

Let's say "transvestite"

because that was the stated reason--

Well, if dress code is the issue,
my client promises to comply with--

A homosexual transvestite?

You want me to allow children
to sit in his lap?

-Exactly.
-Oh, boy.

Gordon's Department Store
certainly supports

Mr. Furnald's right to choose
who or what--

That's a lie. You fired him
as soon as he told you he was gay.

No, we fired him for cross-dressing,
which is considered a fetish.

He's played Santa for eight years
without incident.

In fact, he's received glowing praise
from both parents and employers.

Would you sit in his lap?

Sure. Why not?

And he hasn't gone homo erectus on me
if that was your fear.

You're making entendres.

Disgusting, sick innuendo entendres.

I'm not going to put an innocent child...

...in the lap of an unnatural Santa Claus

who dresses in female attire.

There is a sanctity to the tradition
of Christmas.

It is perhaps the most sanctimonious
holiday there is.

Then clearly you should be its poster boy.

Motion for TRO. Denied.

I'd at least like an evidentiary hearing

-so that I may present--
-Denied.

Denied, denied, denied.

Why did you do that?

You antagonized him.

Actually, he antagonized me.

This job means something to me, Mr. Shore.

Your Honor.

I have made my ruling.

Yes, based on what you think my client is

or what the defense
has presented him to be.

I ask you to at least hear from him
before you take away his livelihood.

Ten minutes as to why
he'd make a good Santa.

Please.

I'll give you ten minutes.

Five for direct, five for cross.

I don't understand why she's here.

I explained it, Brian.

When a patient makes
a credible threat to commit violence,

my colleague is here to observe
because I may need counsel.

Why? You should've told me this before.

Brian, would you tell Dr. Harper
why you want to kill your ex-wife?

I have no intention of killing her.

-You don't?
-Of course not.

Murder is illegal in Massachusetts.

So when you were saying
these things to Dr. Konigsberg--

I never said them.

Dr. Konigsberg is mistaken.

I also have absolutely no intention
of paying for two therapists.

Goodbye.

Clearly, he's a little hostile.

Well, he's angry over you being here
and I-- I can't say that I blame him.

I don't know if there's enough
to go to the police,

but I think you should
at least tell his ex-wife.

Will you go with me?

-Me?
-Lori, I'm about to break privilege

and I could very well be sued for it.

This is treacherous ground
and I would like my lawyer present.

So please do this with me.

I'm afraid my words
are having little impact.

Yours will have to.

Okay.

You said this job means something to you
and you seemed rather impassioned.

I am.

You have a college education, Mr. Furnald.

You do well in your computer job.

Why is this part-time employment
so important?

-I don't know.
-Yes, you do.

I suppose...

as a kid,

a gay kid

who liked to wear dresses.

That club is very small, by the way.

Most cross-dressers are heterosexual.

Anyway, um, as a kid who...

felt like he didn't belong anywhere,

I would throw myself
into all the make-believe

that goes with Christmas.

Hm...

As safe retreats go,

I suppose it helped me survive.

And it still does.

Should I say that tomorrow?

Say all of it.

Would you tell?

I don't know.

I mean, if it's a fantasy...

What if it's not?

The benefit of the doubt
has to go to privilege.

Even when the downside is death?

I'm not saying
that it's an easy call.

He got a hearing.

Sorry?

Shore, the cross-dressing Santa Claus.
He actually got a hearing.

Don't you think you're taking
this bet thing a little too far?

I'm not making a big deal about this.
I'm just making conversation here.

Brad, you don't like Alan, do you?

I don't give the guy a thought
one way or the other.

Can I say something to you as a friend?

You've seemed kind of knotted up
ever since he got here.

It might help you if you just
let your feelings out a little.

Come on, it's late at night,
you're having a beer with a buddy.

Tell me how you feel about Alan Shore.

I don't like him.

You can go deeper than that.
What do you feel, Brad?

I hate him. He mocks me.

Deeper?

-He mocks our commander-in-chief.
-Deeper.

He's got a putty ass and a flabby body

and I can't understand why women
would rather sleep with him than me.

There, it's out.

And that includes you, by the way.

First of all, I don't sleep
with colleagues.

-You're ducking the issue.
-I am not.

I have no interest in ducking
either one of you.

We've gone deep enough.

I really need to win this bet.

According to employees at Gordon’s

Gil Furnald gets nothing
but raves as Santa.

Oh, come on, would you sit in his lap?

Why does everybody keep asking me that?

Tough break drawing Judge Hingham.

Who'd ever imagine that?

Brad.

Did you have something to do
with my drawing Judge Hingham?

That would be dirty pool.

I actually want to feel
the life going out of her.

I mean, with my hands.
I want to feel her body go limp.

Also, I want her to experience it.

I want her to know that she's dying.

And I don't want it to be instant.

I want her to actually have the thought,
"My God, he's killing me!"

And I wanna see her eyes as I do it.

What's happened to him?

Let me reiterate.

He's talked like this before without
ever going through with it, obviously.

Many people fantasize--

For him to even speak this way,
this is not Brian.

-He is a docile person.
-I realize that.

This might also simply be talk,

safe talk that allows him to feel strong.

Sometimes the weaker
the person's constitution--

Is he going to kill me?

Mary, I'm here because I don't know.

I really don't think so,

but you are the one person
that knows him better than I do.

I've never heard him talk like this, ever.

Did you tell the police?

Uh... It's tricky, Mrs. Stevens.

This is doctor-patient privileged stuff.

We shouldn't even be telling you this.

He plans to kill me, for God's sake.

Which is why we are telling you
on the possibility that these threats--

I'm calling the police.

I'm not sure that they could do
anything at this point.

I mean, they certainly
can't arrest him for things

he told a therapist in confidence.

What I would suggest,

let Dr. Konigsberg continue
to monitor the situation.

He's seeing your ex-husband every day.

If things progress further,
we will call the police.

In the meantime,
maybe you could stay with a friend...

-I have animals, I can't--
-...or get a friend to stay with you.

I've been sitting in that chair
as Santa for eight years

and I have been an exemplary Santa.

People will tell you,

even if they don't shop at Gordon’s,
they come to see me.

For how many of those eight years
have you been dressing as a woman?

All of them.

And in all this time,

had your cross-dressing
ever been an issue a work?

No, I was always in the Santa costume.

People never even knew.

It was always my intention
to keep my worlds separate.

So it's been my secret.

But your secret got out.

Last week I had a boy in my lap,
eight years old.

I asked him what he wanted for Christmas.

He said, "Santa, please make me normal."

He was starting to cry as he said it.

He said, "make me normal"?

Yes, he said, um...

He said he was sick.

He said that he liked
to wear girls' clothes,

and he was sure he'd go to hell.

And I said, "Son, you're not alone.

And you're not sick."

And I told him about me.

Thank you, sir.

So while on the job,
you told an eight-year-old boy

that Santa is a cross-dresser?

Yes.

-Did the judge rule?
-No.

Miraculously, I persuaded him
to let me give a final statement

though I have no idea what to say.

The fact that he told
a child he's a cross-dresser,

I never should have put him on the stand.

I've got to somehow make this a gay issue.

Personally, I think you'll look
very sexy in the elf outfit.

I have no doubt, yet I don't wanna lose.

I've grown attached to this Santa.

Brad seems pretty happy.
Does he have reason?

Denny, you said if I ever had
another Hail Mary emergency,

-you'd make the call.
-Really.

Are you sure?

I need you to make the call.

-And what's this about?
-It's extremely delicate.

Though privilege typically
extends to the whole firm,

I have assured him that this would go
no further than you and me.

Okay.

Meet Brian Stevens.

Brian, this is the attorney I--

What's going on?

-This is your client?
-You're an attorney?

Um... yes.

You said you were a doctor!

What the hell is going on?

Uh, Paul, we have a conflict.

I represent the therapist
who was treating Mr. Stevens.

She's the one who went to my ex-wife.

She's the one who told Mary
I planned on killing her.

She pretended to be a doctor!

He can see you for about five minutes.

-After that, his day is completely--
-Five minutes is more than enough.

-You can go in.
-Thank you.

Thank you so much for agreeing to see me.

My name is Alan Shore and I...

-Go.
-My name is Alan Shore.

Perhaps you remember--

Everyone has a name, son.

I'm not interested in yours.

You have five minutes
because you know him.

Bill Clinton?

Ah. Well, you'll remember
at the behest of Mr. Crane,

you made an appearance in one of my cases

involving an African American
Little Orphan Annie

and you were extremely effective.

"Give us a black Spider-Man,
give us a black Superman

who can leap tall buildings,
all the big icons."

Now I have another case

featuring a gay man
who's being discriminating against.

And this one involves

the biggest icon of them all, Santa Claus.

My problem is the judge.

His tiny brain has been
calcified by intolerance.

However, he's certainly
a slave to public opinion

as judges tend to be.

But I can't really move the public.
You can.

Do you understand what I'm asking?

You want me to be your rabbit?

I want you to be Reverend Al Sharpton
in all his massive glory.

I want you to charge in there,
say "Give us a gay Santa Claus"

and button it with three "God Almighties."

Stop.

I don't do things big. I'm subtle.

Yes.

Three "God Almighties."

Look, I've written it all out for you.

Give that a look-see.

I've seen you move mountains, Reverend.

I need you to move
this one tiny-brain judge.

Please.

Pretty please.

Denny Crane.

You got Sharpton?

I don't know. He said he'd think about it.

Does he just do this kind of thing now,
for lawyers?

He does it for Denny.
Let's hope he does it for me.

All set?

You don't want me to miss
the ruling, do you?

Got the costume.

My God, to impersonate a doctor.

I thought a human life was at stake

-and I didn't know--
-It doesn't matter, Lori.

You're suddenly going
to start playing Solomon

and break rules, sacred rules,
whenever you see fit?

I could be disbarred for this.

You? Why?

For not turning you in.

I'm sorry, Paul,

I just... I'm sorry.

I think it's this Alan Shore character.

Ever since he got here--

This has nothing to do with Alan Shore.

I'm not influenced by him.

You used to be influenced by me.

Tell me what you want me to do.

I'll resign if...
Just tell me what you want.

First, I want you to apologize
to Mr. Stevens.

-I did that.
-Well, you need to do it again,

and hope to God he doesn't sue us.

How long have you known this man, Paul?

Years, only through work.

But he doesn't strike me
as being capable of violence,

if that's what you're asking.

I'll get him back in here.

And on the chance
that he could be violent...

when you apologize, I will be in the room.

And for the sake of humoring me,

let's stay completely away
from Alan Shore.

What's all the media doing here?

I have no idea.

All rise.

-Uh-oh.
-What?

We're ten minutes early.

Please be seated.

Mr. Phillips, have you got anything
to say before I listen to him?

Mr. Furnald was fired
mainly because my clients feared

he'd share his secret proclivity
with a child,

which, by his own testimony,
is exactly what he did.

I object to that summation.
It was entirely too short.

-What?
-I'm only worried for you, Your Honor.

If you're inclined to rule against us,

he's got to at least give you
a good argument to hang your hat on.

So it looks good to all this... media.

Did you notice the media here?

Are you on drugs?

You've got 30 seconds.

That's what I was afraid of.

Your honor, the child in question,

who my client shared his secret with,

that child was in pain.

Being a good Santa Claus,
Gil Furnald sought to relieve that pain.

By telling him he was a homosexual?

Those three little words again.

He did not tell the boy he was gay.

He only said that he also liked
to dress in female attire...

Why does he keep looking back here?

I have no idea.

He encouraged the boy
not to feel that he was sick.

He urged him not to feel alone.

It was a one-time occurrence

strictly intended
to speak to the heart of this one child.

There is no evidence that this man
has committed any wrongdoing,

nor is there any compelling evidence

that cross-dressers
are inherently lascivious,

and the defendant knows that.

Cross-dressing is but a pretext

that the defendant has hung its hat on
to disguise the fact

that Gil Furnald was terminated
because he is gay.

Last time I checked, it was not
a firing offense for a civilian

to be either ho, mo, or sexual.

All right, already, I've heard enough.

-I'm going to rule on this.
-You can't rule yet.

-Why not?
-I don't know.

Well...

...what if, say, some big celebrity
were to come charging through the door?

Sorry I'm late, judge,
I'll make this quick...

And subtle.

Who the hell are you?

The image of Santa Claus has been crafted
for hundreds and hundreds

and hundreds of years.

We're supposed to be in a different day.

Give the world a black Santa Claus.

Let the people have an African American
come down the chimney,

bearing joy and good will.

Gay, not black.

The prejudice against
gay people must stop.

We all say we're for gay rights,
we all say we accept homosexuality.

But give a gay man a hug,
sit in his lap...

-Who is this man?
-Let the bells of tolerance

ring out this Christmas.

Let people open their minds as they open
their presents underneath the tree.

We need your mind, judge, today.

Let the gay man be my brother,
be your brother

be the schoolteacher,
be the construction worker.

Give the world a gay Santa Claus,
God Almighty,

God Almighty, God Almighty.

Leave out the cookies and the milk
this Christmas Eve

for a holly jolly homosexual,
God Almighty.

And cut.

I threw in one extra.

Thank you.

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells ♪

♪ Jingle all the way ♪

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride ♪

♪ In a one-horse open sleigh ♪

One of the reasons why I've been such
an even-tempered businessman

is because I've been able
to find an outlet.

A safe confidential outlet
with my therapist.

But you must admit, threatening
to kill your ex-wife like this, it is--

Ms. Colson, I've been in therapy
since I was 16.

I spent most of those sessions
planning on how to kill my father.

They're rants.

They help me get the anger out.

This is going to ruin me.

Mary acts on hysteria.

She's going to panic
and this is going to get out.

Let us talk to Mary.

Perhaps we can settle her down.

I'll lose my job if this goes public.

Let us try to unring this bell a little.

Okay.

We need to fix this.

-How?
-We go to the wife

and we explain that you overreacted.

She saw the tape for herself, Paul.

-It's not gonna--
-We further explain that people say things

-to their therapists that sometimes--
-We did that.

Well, we'll do it again.
Where does she live?

Weston.

We'll leave here at 5:00.

I don't wanna talk about it.

You won?

Judge Hingham, horror that he is,
bowed to public sentiment

and reinstated Gil as Santa.

And if you don't mind,

I would like to get back to work
as soon as I can.

Could I steal you for just
a minute in private?

Sure.

Ha.

Listen, um...

Thank you

not just for getting my job back but...

well, it's not often
that you meet a lawyer

with a soft spot for cross-dressers.

Well, now you have, Mr. Furnald.

It wasn't that so much.

It's just from everything I've heard,
you are a magnificent Santa Claus.

-Thank you.
-You're quite welcome.

I guess you should take the lead
with her since you know her.

I also know her lawyer.

All I can say is I hope
she hasn't contacted him yet.

Because if he should get a hold of this...

What the...

Oh, Dear God, no.

What happened?

Homicide. The ex-husband
just showed up and...

-Where is he?
-He's represented.

I don't think a lawyer's
going to help him, counsel.

I want to speak with him.

I don't think that's going
to happen, either.

He's over there.

What-- what happened?

He showed up.
She says he came here to kill her.

Said she fired in self-defense.

Mary.

Am I going to need a lawyer?

What happened?

He showed up,

said we needed to talk.

I didn't trust it, you know,
after what I saw on that tape.

I got the gun out of the drawer,
told him to leave.

He said he just wanted to talk.

I told him, "get out."

And then he started walking toward me.

And you shot him.

He was going to kill me, right?

You told me.

He was going to strangle me.

Promise me I had to do it.

Promise me.

Next on Boston Legal...

-I'm uncomfortable working with Tara.
-Because?

I used to sleep with Alan Shore
and now she does.

And she wants to.

I do not.

I'll ask the questions this afternoon.

-I'm questioning the doctor.
-No, you aren't.

-Yes, I am.
-No.

You'll need to open your briefcase, sir.

Alan!

Alan!