All language subtitles for Boston.Legal.S02E16.2005.Disney+.WEB-DL.1080p.H264.DDP-HDCTV_track6_[eng]

(upbeat music playing)

That is some fine
south of the border, Schmidt.

Ivan?

Take me back, Shirley. That's all I ask.

You came here to ask me to take you back?

No, actually. I'm getting married.

But if you were to take me back…

Married? Ivan, no, we talked about this.

This time it's real, Shirley.
I feel it deep down to my…

Bone, I'm sure.

She's funny, she's smart.
She's practically you,

-just a much younger model.
-Oh, that's sweet.

Shirley…

I'd like you to be best man.

What do you mean?

If a man wants his closest friend
to be his best man, he should have it.

Stand by my side, Shirley.

I want you to give me away.

It's only right.

SHIRLEY: Um…

first of all, you raise several issues.

The first is that the best man
doesn't give the groom away.

The second is that
you and I used to be married,

and the third is…

I'm not a man!

As trustee for my heart for 25-plus years…

We were married for four.

I have only known two great loves
in my life, you and now Missy.

Okay, as far as our "great love" goes,
you strayed during our honeymoon.

And let's not even discuss
the name "Missy."

Is she a pony?

Be my best man.

(theme music)

(mellow music playing)

♪ I send bouquets for Mother's Day… ♪

So why not do it?

Be in his wedding.

An ex-wife as a best man?

Come on, Paul.

Well, if you're as close as you say

and the fiancée is okay with it…

There's also a rehearsal dinner.

He wants me there at that.

Well, all I know is, when somebody asks
you to be in his wedding,

I mean, how many has he had?

This will be number six.

Oh.

♪ So thanks again
for the worrying and waiting ♪

♪ When I started dating
on weekend nights ♪

♪ And thanks again for the help
with my homework ♪

♪ And sitting up with me
till I got it right ♪

♪ Your car for the prom ♪

♪ Your letters in 'Nam but most of all ♪

♪ Daddy, for marrying mom ♪

♪ To my beautiful lifelong friends ♪

♪ Hey, mom and daddy, thanks again ♪

(audience applauding)

Sweet song.

Even if I did do it, I…

Paul? Are you okay?

Yeah. (chuckles)

I'm just a sap when it comes
to sentimental songs, I guess.

If she sings "You Light Up My Life,"
I'll be on the floor.

Where were we?

I was obsessing
about my ex-husband's nuptials.

How's your daughter, by the way?

Rachel, right?

(somber stinger playing)

RYAN: Alzheimer's was her worst fear.

She had gotten to the point
where she was forgetting

and she was losing control of her body.

And she begged me to help her do it.

And I complied.

How did you comply?

RYAN: We had hired a nurse

who had previously worked
at a hospice for dying patients

and she was familiar
with setting up morphine drips,

and I persuaded her to set one up for us,

in case pain management
ever became an issue.

And you increased the drip
to cause your wife's death?

Yes.

My lawyer is recommending
that I plead to manslaughter,

which I simply cannot bring myself to do.

I am not a criminal.

If you agree to take over, I think…

that you should just jump right in.

Uh, the case is not very complicated
and according to our jury consultants,

we have a very sympathetic
group impaneled.

Well, if you're serious about
moving forward immediately,

then I'd advise you to stay
with your current lawyer.

Well, he… he doesn't think
that he can win it.

And various people are telling me
that you can.

(mellow music playing)

(upbeat music playing)

How we doing?

It was as if that song
was pointed right at my head.

I did her homework with her.

I drove her to the prom.

All the nights I waited up…

What happened?

She basically stole from me.

-How?
-PAUL: You name it.

She'd feign problems with rent,

her health, credit card debt.

She'd invent all kinds of crises
to impel me to write a check,

the proceeds of which would always go
to feed her drug habit.

The last straw, I got her in a program,
an exclusive one.

I told her if she left, she was cut off.

-She left?
-We had a fight.

I haven't spoken to her since.

That was seven years ago.

You should go see her.

(scoffs)

Let's list all the reasons not to
and put them under column A.

And column B?

She's your daughter.

(reporters clamoring)

Denny Crane, no comment.

The blind shall lead. Only in America.

Denny Crane.

I'll ask for a continuance if they won't.

-On grounds they're not ready?
-Your Honor, this is a tactic.

Mr. Shore figures to lose at trial…

I rarely lose and certainly not to you.

So what he's obviously trying to do here

is pile on as many grounds for appeal

as possible, including,
it seems, inadequate counsel.

-Do you two have a prior relationship?
-Yes, Your Honor.

Uh, when I was in private practice,

Mr. Shore hacked into my client's
corporate files and then blackmailed him.

Successfully. You left that out.

JUDGE PAUL: Mr. Shore,
the court does have concerns

with new counsel taking this
over the day of trial.

My client doesn't want a delay.

You already know he refused
to waive his right to a speedy trial.

Then you're on record as being ready.

-We'll bring in the jury at two o'clock.
-Thank you.

(upbeat stinger playing)

-Are you okay with this?
-MISSY: Oh, I am.

Oh, you're dear to my Ivan.

And I'm certainly wise enough to know
that the heart wants what the heart wants.

So long as his penis doesn't weigh in.

(laughing and snorting)

She has a funny laugh. I didn't tell you.

Yes, you left that out.

Bambi's mother got shot.

(snorts, moans)

Sometimes when she starts, she can't stop,

so I have to tell her something
tragic to snap her out of it.

Tell me. What brought you two together?

Well, I'd have to say church.

Also, his sense of humor.

-Did he make you giggle?
-Only in bed.

(laughing and snorting)

It's best not to amuse her.

I can see this.

Bill Buckner.

Oh.

(chuckles)
I apologize.

Anyhow, where we really connected,
I think, was our love of musical theater.

♪ Anybody could be that guy ♪

Mamma Mia.

(comical stinger playing)

Here I go again.

JODY: I was hired
as Mrs. Myerson's private nurse.

I worked in her employ
up until the time of her death.

In fact, Ms. Young,

it was you who supplied the defendant
with the morphine and the I.V.

-Isn't that correct?
-Yes.

Did he tell you what he wanted
to use the morphine drip for?

He said if she ever got in too much pain,
he wanted to help her manage it.

And how is it you even had access
to this drug?

Well, I had worked at a hospice
for people dying of terminal diseases,

and it was quite common for morphine drips

to be used in connection
with pain management.

Don't you typically need a prescription?

JODY: Well, ordinarily,
but I have a small stockpile,

I guess would be the word.

I never thought Mr. Myerson
would use it to actually cause her death.

You stated you never thought my client

would use the morphine
to cause his wife's death.

Would that be because you knew him
to love his wife very much?

That would be one reason, yes.

Did Mrs. Myerson ever communicate
to you that she would rather die

than live through the experience

of her brain being destroyed
by this disease?

JODY: She said so many times.

Is there any doubt in your mind
that Mrs. Myerson wanted to end her life?

JODY: None. She asked me to help her.

I said I couldn't legally,
and that's when she turned to her husband.

Thank you.

(suspenseful music playing)

(upbeat stinger playing)

Hello!

(Missy laughing)

What do you think?

I'm curious to your thoughts,

if they involve me putting
that on in this lifetime.

What? All the bridesmaids are wearing it.

-It's green.
-Yeah.

Shirley, may we speak as girlfriends
for a second?

I met you this morning.

(laughs softly)

I know you're happy for Ivan and me,
but I don't want to be insensitive.

If it's too difficult for you to be giving
him away at the ceremony…

As long as we're speaking as girlfriends,

aside from God and Les Miserables,

how are you and Ivan compatible?

Well, we love children.

I'm a wonderful housekeeper.
And I love to cook.

These are traditional values I speak of.

I'm sexually very…

indefatigable.

(laughing and snorting)

Oh, God.

-Tsunami, Holocaust, Trent Lott.
-Oh.

Are you a…

-Are you one of those?
-Those?

Those people who mock the religious right
or put down our administration.

(gasps)

I would never!

(comically stinger playing)

-(distant siren wailing)
-(dogs barking)

-Who's dead?
-Nobody's dead, Rachel.

I just came…

to say hello.

Is that it?

Look, Rachel, whatever damage,
I'd like to begin to repair it.

Well, Dad, I think we both can agree
we'd have to start with an apology.

Where we differ is on
who needs to give it.

I'm sorry that we lost track
for seven years.

But I don't owe you an apology.

-See you, Dad.
-PAUL: Wait.

Can we talk?

-I'm kind of busy.
-With what?

Who… who is this?

Your granddaughter.

(melancholic music playing)

So far, he's been paying child support,
so financially he's been responsible.

How soon after did you split up?

We were never together, Dad.
It was one of those things.

You're shocked.

Rachel, you're almost 40.

Meaning what? Time to grow up?

-Meaning that perhaps when choosing men…
-Find one who won't walk out on me.

Yeah, well, you know what they say.

Girls look to marry their fathers.

I never walked out on your mother.

-No, but you walked out on me.
-I did not.

-You stole from me. I had to…
-Hey, she's three!

She can understand what you're saying.

Hello, sweetheart. You…

(door shuts)

She just doesn't know you. That's all.

How angry you must be with me
to not tell me that I had a granddaughter?

How angry you must be.

(somber stinger playing)

(door shuts)

ALAN: This District Attorney
is not without talent.

If he's able to present our client
in any unsympathetic light,

we'll lose.

You okay?

I'm tired of my Alzheimer's
being a story point.

This isn't your story, Denny.

And your MRI was fine, remember?

No progression.

Imagine killing somebody you deeply love,

even to spare suffering.

You said you'd do it for me.

You promised.

I don't know that I could.

Well… don't worry.

You're off the hook.

If the day comes…

Bev said she'd sit on me.

Ah!

Boots on.

That's what we did with my father.

(somber music playing)

Morphine drip.

(somber music intensifies)

She loved to read…

more than anything else in the world.

And in the last few months,
she couldn't even do that.

What about the physical symptoms?

RYAN: Uh, well,
her motor skills were declining,

which was why we hired the nurse.

She battled incontinence.

But mainly it was the sense that her brain
was dying and she knew it.

I mean, this was a proud,
fiercely intelligent woman…

(sobbing)
…who was becoming an imbecile,

not only
in front of everybody else's eyes,

but her own.

Were you present when she died?

Yes.

It… it was tragic.

(voice breaking)
But it paled to the tragedy

had she gone on living.

(somber music playing)

You practiced law together?

My very first firm. Tiggs and Schmidt.

It flopped.

We were great partners but lousy partners.

But boy, it was fun.

MISSY (in sing-song tone): Hello!

Oh, God.

(Missy giggling)

Directions to the rehearsal dinner.

(in sing-song tone)
Eight o'clock! You can bring a date!

Okay. Oh.

-You think it's funny?
-I do.

Hmm. You're coming with me.

(imitates Missy)
Eight o'clock! I can bring a date!

(comical stinger playing)

(in sing-song tone)
Hello!

Time for my toast!

Why am I here?

Why am I?

First, I'd like to thank you all
for coming tonight.

I have a confession to make.

I never really thought I'd get married.

I'd always hoped to, but, well…

the thought that I'd actually meet a man

who could look past
my various eccentricities and quirks

and see me for my heart.

(crowd murmuring)

I never thought
I'd actually meet a man who…

(romantic piano music playing)

♪ Perhaps I had a wicked childhood ♪

You've got to be kidding.

♪ Perhaps I had a miserable youth ♪

♪ But somewhere in my wicked
miserable past ♪

♪ There must have been a moment of truth ♪

-Am I being punked?
-Be nice.

BOTH: ♪ For here you are
standing there loving me ♪

♪ Whether or not you should ♪

♪ So somewhere in my youth or childhood ♪

♪ I must have done something good ♪

IVAN: Come on, rehearsal dinners
are meant to be silly.

Let me take you back 30 years
or so to ours.

I don't relive past traumas.

Then let me just take you back.

(car honks)

You really love this girl, Ivan?

-Love is a state of mind, Shirley.
-No, it isn't.

Maybe that's your problem.

-You think…
-My problem is I love you.

There, I said it.

I love you. Never stopped.

This isn't fair,
what you're doing to this girl.

I have enormous affection for her.

The sex is rewarding. I make her happy.

It all adds up to a workable equation.

Your sense of romance is overwhelming.

We always said…

what a mistake it was
for us to get married.

Maybe the blunder was splitting up.

(tender music playing)

Do you ever wonder?

No.

May I kiss the bride one last time
before the ceremony?

I'm the best man.

Very bad idea.

(Ivan sighs softly)

Now that was romance.

Yes, it was.

Good night, Ivan.

(melancholic music playing)

(keys rattling)

("Wise Up" by Aimee Mann playing)

♪ It's not ♪

♪ What you thought ♪

♪ Now you can hardly stand it though ♪

♪ By now you know it's not going to stop ♪

♪ It's not going to stop ♪

♪ 'Til you wise up ♪

(knocks on door)

See, the thing is, Dad,

I can handle not knowing
whether you're in my life or not

but Fiona's asking me,
"Is grandpa ever coming back?"

I've got to know what to tell her.

Do you want me in your life?

(chuckles softly)

It's nice how you can put accusations
in question form.

Let me try.

Did you mean to suggest
our estrangement was my doing

when it was you refusing to so much
as take my phone calls

for three-plus years?

How's that?

(tense stinger playing)

Close that door.

I heard you say
that she was emotionally unstable.

Is it possible her decision
was influenced by this instability?

-No.
-No?

Did you have a therapist

or any trained professional speak with her
about her apparent wish to die?

I knew my wife better than
any therapist ever could,

and her wish to die was not "apparent."

You…
(sighs)

You stated that… that she was
"becoming an imbecile."

That must have been excruciating for you.

Was it a relief in any way at all
when she died?

It was, um,
a relief to see her suffering end.

I'm sorry to be… to be asking
these questions.

It's just that sometimes
in these situations

it's actually more about sparing
the family's suffering

than it is the victim's.

Objection!

The objection's overruled.

Are you all right, Mr. Crane?

A.D.A. DOUGLAS: Sir, how much was it
costing you per month

to care for your wife?

RYAN: You know, I'm just about

one second away
from taking my fist to your head!

-Mr. Myerson!
-A.D.A. DOUGLAS: Now that strikes me

as impulsive. Are you an impulsive person?

Your Honor, this badgering
has gone on long enough.

I am simply trying to establish

that Mr. Myerson and the deceased were
the two most emotionally disabled people

in all of this, the very last two people

who should be entrusted
to make a decision to end human life.

(tense music playing)

I'm sorry.
I lost a crown on my tooth last night.

I was wondering whether perhaps
you swallowed it.

Aren't you ashamed of what happened?

No, but I can see you are,
so we're covered.

Ivan, you are getting married
and you're kissing another woman.

Not just any woman. I promise.

You simply cannot marry this girl, not…

-There is only one thing that can stop it.
-And that is?

I'm looking at her.

Final offer. Marry me.

You are out of your mind.

-You didn't say "no."
-No.

-You didn't mean no.
-No means no!

If not you, then her.

For God's sake, Ivan, think of her!

See you at the ceremony, Shirl.

(melancholic music playing)

I was not going to enable you any longer!

So you stop giving me money!

But to walk out?
To refuse to take my calls?

To tell security at your damn firm
not to let me in?

You think you're going
to lay all this on me?

-I gave you everything!
-It was your job to give me everything.

Just like it's my job to give
Fiona everything, no matter what!

-At some point…
-(voice breaking) I needed you!

For God's sake, Dad…

I was a drug addict, an alcoholic.

I had nothing.

I needed my father. And you abandoned me.

You think that was easy for me?

-(scoffs)
-I spoke to counselors, professionals.

They all told me you had
to hit bottom before…

Oh, well, mission accomplished, Dad.
Because I did.

In my darkest days…

during your mother's illness,

I would let my mind…

wander to you.

I would dream of being there for you

when you gave birth
to our first grandchild.

Getting to hold and love…

a baby again…

like I did you.

How dare you take that away from me?

How dare you?

Well, you know what, Dad?

In my darkest days, through it all,
I had one little thing,

one tiny semblance of a foundation
and it was knowing that no matter what,

my father would be there for me.

And he wasn't.

He wasn't.

How dare you take that from me?

(melancholic music playing)

(sobs)

(mellow jazz music playing)

♪ Sometimes you're happy and sometimes
you're sad but the world goes around ♪

Should we request that other song?

For my money, she probably did hit bottom
because you walked away

and that maybe saved her life.

Forgive her.

I'm not sure she'll forgive me.

Paul, you went to her house.

Today she came to your office.

You two are already back together.

You just can't figure out a way
to execute the deal.

And what about you and Ivan?

I'm sorry?

-Do you still love him?
-I beg your pardon?

Your taste in men, Shirley.

Ivan Tiggs,

Denny Crane, wild, bigger than life.

I-I don't love Ivan anymore.

I'm just…

his best man.

♪ Around and round ♪

We have a law… against assisted suicide.

One reason simply goes
to the sanctity of life.

Once we start eroding that,

once we say it's acceptable
for people to start killing themselves,

a terrible thing happens.

It becomes acceptable.

It's suddenly an option
for the senior citizen with Alzheimer's,

for the 50-year-old with cancer,
for the teenager with no friends.

Who decides when suicide is the way to go?

In this case, the decision fell
to a mentally impaired woman

and her emotionally despairing husband.

Not exactly bastions of sound judgment.

His motives, however clouded by grief,
may have been pure,

but what about that husband
who wants his wife to die

to perhaps prevent the estate
from being financially drained?

What about the family that actually seeks
to end their own suffering

because it's too horrible
watching mom deteriorate?

How do we assess or regulate motive?

It's why we choose, as a matter of law,
not to go down that slope.

Nobody is arguing
that Mr. Myerson is a bad man.

He isn't.

But he admittedly, reflectively acted

to end the life of a human being.

Under the law, which you took
an oath to uphold…

that's murder.

The dirty little secret is,
we went down that slope… years ago.

Officially, we say
we're against assisted suicide…

but it goes on all the time.

70% of all deaths in hospitals
are due to decisions to let patients die.

Whether it's morphine drips
or respirators, hydration tubes.

With all due respect
to the Terri Schiavo fanfare,

patients are assisted with death
all across this country all the time.

As for regulating motive,
here's a thought. Investigate it.

If we suspect foul play,
have the police ask questions.

If it smells funny, prosecute.

But here,

there's no suggestion
that Mr. Myerson's motive

was anything other than to satisfy
his wife's wishes

and spare her the extreme indignity
of experiencing the rotting of her brain.

Can you imagine?

Would you want to live like that?

I had a dog for 12 years.

His name was Alan. (chuckles)

That was his name when I… got him.

He had cancer in the end.

That, in conjunction
with severe hip dysplasia.

And he was in unbearable pain.

My vet recommended,
and I agreed to euthanize him.

It was humane.

Which we as a society endeavor
to be… for animals.

My client's act was humane.

It was a selfless one.

It was a sorrowful one.

Mrs. Myerson's nurse testified

as to the profound love
Ryan Myerson had for his wife.

Sometimes the ultimate act of love
and kindness…

(pensive music playing)

If you think this man is a criminal,
send him to jail.

But if you don't… don't.

(pensive music continues playing)

MINISTER: And do you, Missy, take Ivan
to be your lawfully wedded husband,

to love, honor and obey
till death do you part?

I do.

I do!
(snorts)

MINISTER: And do you, Ivan, take Missy
to be your lawfully wedded wife,

to love, honor and obey
till death do you part?

I do.

MINISTER: If there's anyone
who knows a reason why

these two should not be joined together
in holy matrimony,

speak now or forever hold your peace.

MINISTER: The rings?

♪ So somewhere in my youth ♪

♪ Or childhood ♪

♪ I must've done something good ♪

BOTH: ♪ Nothing comes from nothing ♪

♪ Nothing ever could ♪

(choir joins)
♪ So somewhere in my youth ♪

♪ Or childhood ♪

I now pronounce you husband and wife.

♪ I must've done something ♪

♪ Good ♪

I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Ivan Tiggs.

(crowd applauding and cheering)

(cheerful organ music playing)

CHOIR:
♪ So somewhere in my youth or childhood ♪

♪ I must've done something good ♪

♪ Nothing comes from nothing ♪

♪ Nothing ever could ♪

♪ So somewhere in my youth or childhood ♪

♪ I must've done something ♪

♪ Good ♪

(birds chirping)

(melancholic music playing)

(Fiona chuckling)

(distant children laughing)

(mellow music playing)

Will the defendant please rise?

Madam Foreperson, the jury has reached
a unanimous verdict?

-FOREPERSON: We have, Your Honor.
-JUDGE PAUL: What say you?

"In the matter of the Commonwealth
vs. Ryan Myerson

on the charge of murder
in the second degree,

we the jury find the defendant
Ryan Myerson…

not guilty."

(people murmuring)

Really?

JUDGE PAUL: Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury, thank you…

Thank you so much, Mr. Shore.

-It was nothing but expensive.
-(gavel pounds)

Denny, thank you.

(menacing music playing)

(sighs in relief)

RYAN: I'm so overwhelmed.
I don't know what to say.

There's typically a post-verdict crash,
Mr. Myerson.

I frequently counsel my clients
not to be alone.

Do you have someone
to keep you company tonight?

(menacing music continues playing)

The nurse?

The look was unmistakable.

That's why he was so adamant about
going forward with the trial so fast.

If his affair with the nurse surfaced,
which it inevitably would have,

he'd be sunk.

DENNY: Hmm.

He killed her to be with his mistress.

Who knows?

Maybe the fact that he was in love
with somebody else simply made it

easier to comply with
his wife's desire to die.

Well, maybe she didn't really want to die.

All we had was his word for it.

And the nurse's.

Oh, my God.

We don't know
whether he's innocent or guilty.

I hate that.

Denny, when you launched yourself
in court like a pop-tart…

He was badgering our client.

I had to break the flow.

Mr. Kupfer had just said,

"Families often act
to end their own suffering."

Is that what happened with your father?

He wasn't exactly in pain.

His appetite was good.

In fact, he was actually smiling more
in the end than you…

On the day….

the day we told the doctor
to up the drip, he was… blissful.

We put him… out of our misery.

And I often wondered,

did that life belong to the man
with the brain of a two-year-old

or to the man that preceded it?

It certainly…

didn't belong to me.

I think the life belonged to the man
who preceded the disease.

The man you knew as your father.

Ah.

But at what point?

Kupfer said it was a slippery slurp.

Slope.

How did you get the doctor to do it?

Denny Crane.

I was still the real thing then.

Denny, I'm going to say this right now

and then I'm going to memorialize it
in my living will.

If I ever end up with the mind
of a two-year-old…

I'll have Bev sit on you.

(chuckles softly)

That's a load off.

("Life is Wonderful"
by Jason Mraz playing)

My day is coming, Alan. We both know that.

It's a long ways off.

And in the meantime, live big, my friend.

Live big.

(both laugh)

♪ La la la la la la la life is wonderful ♪

-(relieved sigh)
-♪ Ah la la la la la la ♪

♪ Life goes full circle ♪

♪ Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful ♪

♪ Al la la la la ♪

ALAN: Next on Boston Legal…

Mr. Lumis just fired me.

Why'd he fire you?

She was given ample time to quit smoking,
and she knew she'd be fired if she didn't.

I can't make my rent.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.
I have to win this.

-Nice night.
-Suddenly it is.

Has anyone seen Denny?
It's time for our toast.

Last time I saw him
was over near the coat check room.

She is willing to take only 50%
of Mr. Crane's assets.

-What?
-Including his equity in the firm.

We're being audited to determine
Denny's net worth.

Let them. We have nothing to hide.

Hold on a second there, Aunt Sally.
This could be…

Well, a problem.

(theme music playing)