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(sighs)

They turned it down.

So now what?

We either try it,
or we up the offer.

I think we could make it
go away for $175,000.

$175,000 would break me.

I got no coverage
for this, Jimmy.

I know.

If we go to trial --

Jury's already sworn in.

It would be
two or three days.

It's only going to
cost you my time, which --

I don't mean
the cost of the trial.

I'm asking,
what do we win?

I don't know, Peter.

Legally, what you did
was an invasion of privacy.

He has a deadly disease.

And we'll certainly
argue that.

I'm just telling you,
I'm not sure we'll win.

Let's go to trial.

I ain't taking murder two.
Why should I take that?

That's life -- murder two.

Why should I take that?
That's life.

I'm not necessarily
recommending it, Alex.

I'm just making you aware
of the state's offer.

Plus, with murder two,

there is some possibility
of parole. Murder one --

They'll kill me in prison.

I know what happens
to people like me.

They'll kill me.
I know what happens.

You have to beat this,
Mr. Young.

Well,
I don't think I will.

The woman you killed --

I didn't.

Allegedly killed.

She was the daughter
of a college chancellor.

It's got a lot of publicity,
and they don't assign

Helen Gamble to cases
for her charm.

You have to take care
of this. I didn't do it.

You have to make them
see that. I didn't do it!

Even so, you have to realize
how it looks.

The police discovered
you having sex with her --

But she was already dead.

How many times
do I have to say it?

So you just found
a dead woman in a dumpster

and decided to have sex
with her?

Yes, and you have
to make them see that.

I ain't going down
for murder two.

All right, look,

we're going to have
some clothes sent over

for you to wear at trial.

We're going to need you
to take a shower.

Why?

Because you stink,
Mr. Dickson.

You reek.

You think I'm
some kind of animal.

That's what you think.

I'm a human being, Ms. Dole.

A human being.

(music playing)

Why not go insanity?

I don't think
he is insane.

Plus, he insists
he didn't kill her.

I assume Helen's
got her fangs out.

Oh, you have no idea.

Can I ask, does Lindsay
really need to be on this?

Is that
a strategic question,

or more you don't want her
sitting next to the guy?

Probably the latter,
I admit.

I'm okay --

It's a court appointment.
We have to give him a defense,

but we certainly don't have
to provide two attorneys.

I think having a woman
at the table helps.

A radio station
gave out our number.

Some deejay is telling
his listeners

to call us and tell us
we're scum.
Oh, great.

We already knew that.

I'm going to shut down
the phones for the morning,

so let's everybody
take their cellulars.

Jimmy, how you doing?

We upped the offer
to $125,000.

He turned us down.
Trial starts today.

I'd go higher.
Don't start.

He revealed the guy's
medical condition.

He didn't fire the guy. He quit.
The jury will hit you --

After our client sent out
a memo telling the whole world.

The guy has AIDS, Rebecca.
His coworkers --

He also has
a right to privacy.

And they have a right
to be safe.

All right,
enough of the arguing.

$125,000 is a line
in the sand.

We start trial today,
and P. S. --

I've known Peter Hynes
since high school.

He's not a bigot.

All right,
you need second chair?

Thanks. I'll pass
on the chairs here.

You're personalizing.
BOBBY: Let's go.

Cellulars.
We're scum today, guys.

(horn blows)

How did Mr. Hynes even
find out you had AIDS?

We're required to take
physicals for our insurance.

He owns the company.
He somehow found out

when I was first diagnosed
three years ago.

But he didn't tell
the other employees at Straub

until last year.

Yes. He suddenly decided to
circulate an interoffice memo

to all employees,
which total about 90.

Did he give you an explanation
as to why he did this?

Yeah, concern
for their health.

And what happened,
Mr. Mayfield,

after this memo
was circulated?

I began to be treated
differently.

Some people acted
like I had the plague.

Others -- they were
overtly hostile.

I was no longer welcome to play
on our basketball team.

We have an interoffice
accountant league,

and, uh, I was invited
to stay home

by our team captain.

So, basically, you began
to be discriminated against.

Yes. I wasn't totally
ostracized, though.

There are some people
in the firm

with whom
I've remained friends.

There's even some people

who assault me
with their sympathy.

They offer me the names
of various support groups.

Um...I think
they're the worst.

I mean, there is
nothing more oppressive

than a well-meaning sympathizer
on the loose.

Mr. Mayfield?

How is it no longer
tolerable to work there?

Well, I went from being

an accountant
in good standing --

You know, one who enjoyed
a camaraderie with my coworkers

to being the one with AIDS --

The sick one.

(clears throat)

But you are the sick one,
aren't you, Mr. Mayfield?

I don't prefer to see
myself that way.

I understand that, sir.
And that's your right.

But you have a fatal disease,
don't you?

Yes.

And this disease
is infectious, isn't it?

It doesn't spread by inter --

The disease is infectious.
Is it not, Mr. Mayfield?

Through sexual intercourse
and needle use,

but not casual
office contact.

Well, the spread is not
limited to sex and needle use.

That isn't true,
is it, Mr. Mayfield?

Those are the most common
ways it is spread.

It could be spread
from kissing

if there were
open-mouth sores.

I wasn't going around
kissing --

Or if people had cuts
on their hand.

I never went to work
with cuts on my hands.

But what if you accidentally
did cut yourself?

What if you took an elbow
playing basketball,

got a nosebleed?

The risks you're talking
about are so minimal --

But does that mean it's
yourright to assume them

on behalf
of everybody else?

A fatal disease
which is infectious --

Shouldn't it be
a person's right

to choose whether he plays

in a sport
of physical contact with you?

If I had a cut on my hand,

I'd probably like to know

which of my colleagues
at work have AIDS.

Does that make me crazy?

The problem, Mr. Berluti,

is that there are
prejudices and bigotries

that go beyond
health issues

when it comes
to people with AIDS.

My client
didn't fire you, did he?

Well, he may as well have.

But he didn't.

No.

(elevator dings)

(reporters shouting questions)

Excuse us.

Let us through, please.
We have nothing to say.

Her name
was Hillary Brennan.

She was a second-year
copywriter at Rogers and Cole.

She worked downtown

and would like to walk home
after work

to her townhouse
in the South End.

Her friends describe her
in many wonderful ways,

but "Generous" and "Charitable"
are two words

that had become almost
synonymous with her name.

She would never pass
a homeless person

without offering something.

That was said
by her roommate.

Well, she should have passed
this one, ladies and gentlemen.

The evidence will show
that Alex Dickson

raped and strangled
Hillary Brennan --

strangled her to death.

The evidence will show
that this man

continued to rape her
after she was dead.

He was still on top
of her lifeless body

raping the corpse

when Officer Mark Fryerson
discovered him.

This is...

this is the ugly part
of criminal law.

We deal with crimes that...

fortunately...

at least this one is simple.

I won't have to take up
too much of your time

with the ugliness.

The ugly part of criminal law

is when you convict
the wrong person.

Alex Dickson had sex

with Hillary Brennan's
lifeless body,

but he didn't kill her.

You're certainly entitled
to be disgusted by this man,

but you can't convict him
of murder

unless the evidence supports
that finding, and it won't

because somebody else
killed Hillary Brennan.

It wasn't Alex Dickson.

How long after you got
the call did you find him?

About an hour,
maybe a little less.

There's a back alley
behind Washington.

It isn't lit. I decided
to go and check it.

And what did you find?

I heard some activity over
behind the large dumpster.

I headed that way,
shined my light,

and there he was.

There who was?

Him, the defendant.

Could you see
what he was doing?

He was engaged
in sexual intercourse

with a nude female body.

I ordered him
to get off the woman

and lie on the ground
face down,

at which point
I handcuffed him.

I then went to check
on the woman.

She was dead.

Did you check to see
whether the body

was warm or cold?

It was still warm.

She was dead
when you got there?

I believe so.

Did you see
my client kill her?

No, I did not,

but she hadn't been dead
for very long --

Excuse me. Did you see
my client kill her?

No.

Any thumb or fingerprints
or bruise indentations

that matched up
with my client?

No.

You also noted the woman
smelled of garbage.

Yes.

Any idea how she got
that smell?

She was probably
in the dumpster.

Thank you, Officer.

I think she was hiding
in the dumpster

to get away from him.

Why don't you
argue that, then?

I can't prove it.
This steak is so tough.

Have you guys
set a date yet?

June 17th. The invitations
go out next week.

Okay, and then
how soon after

before we have
a little Bobby?

You'll be the first
to know, Helen.

Of course I will.
Let me ask you guys something.

A wedding, a baby --

She's already
got me pregnant.

How do you take these cases
and then go home?

The judge
assigned it, Helen.

I know,
but you could've --

What's the point?

I didn't mean anything,
Eugene. I was just asking.

I'm sick of people asking
that question.

It's a stupid question.
We get it everywhere we go.

You think about that?
I don't expect

to be getting it
from a D.A...
Eugene.

Especially when we're
supposed to be having

a nice dinner as friends.

Okay. Sorry.

Excuse me.

(horn blows)

This eye-witness is pretty much
their whole case.
So, if there's --

He's a liar.

Billy Bicks
never told the truth

his whole life
about nothing.

If I hadn't had found
that girl first,

he would have been
right there

taking his poke.

You could quote me
on that.

I don't believe I will.

Alex, we need facts
to trip up Mr. Bicks.

He's a liar,
that's a fact.

Can you give us specific
incidents of his lying?

Right here.
He's lying about this.

I was never with
that girl alive.

He's lying about this!

Okay.

We'll see you
in the courtroom.

Oh, yes, he is,
right there,

lying about this.
Taking his poke --

that's where you would have
found Billy Bicks.

Testifying out of jealousy,
that's what he's doing.

We could go with that,
Eugene --

The eyewitness is motivated
by jealousy

because he didn't get
to take his poke

with the corpse.

This is all funny to you?

No.

No, I'm just trying
to remember certain

words of advice I got
from a senior associate

when I started practicing.

In some cases,
sense of humor

is the only thing
that'll get you through.

Well, here's another
piece of advice.

Sooner or later, you're gonna
lose your sense of humor.

What am I missing, Eugene?

You've made a careering
out of defending dirtbags.

What's changed?

Maybe I'm getting sick
of it.

Sharon and I split again.

Oh, I'm sorry.

When?

Three days ago.

Kendall asked me
the same question

Helen did last night,
and I couldn't answer it.

Then she asked me later,

we got into this big fight,

and here I am.

Look, I could handle
this case alone. maybe --

I'm going to win, Lindsay.

Make no mistake about that.

We'd better get in.

I was at the corner
of Washington and Boylston.

It was about 8:30 or so.

At night?

Yes.
That's when I saw him.

Him being the defendant.

That's correct,

and he was with the woman.

What woman, sir?

Hillary Brennan.

I identified her
from the photographs.

Could you tell
what they were doing?

Talking.

I assume Alex
was asking her for money.

Were they arguing or --
No, no, no.

As a matter of fact,
she was smiling.

Do you know the defendant?

Yes. I've met him
on the street many times.

And you're definitely sure
it was him, this man,

talking to Hillary Brennan
that night?

I'm positive.

And you're sure
it was around 8:30?

Yes, I am.

Thank you.

What were you doing
on the streets

at 8:30, Mr. Bicks?

I was
soliciting clients.

Soliciting clients?

You were panhandling.

That's what some people
call it.

You pretty much live
on the streets.
I do.

And did the prosecution
buy you those nice clothes?

Objection.
When a witness testifies,

he puts his demeanor
into evidence.

This witness has had part
of his demeanor paid for

by the prosecution.

And exactly where did

the defendant's outfit
come from?

From a charity
who helps innocent people

wrongly charged with crimes.

Objection --
move to strike.

All right, all right,
that's enough.

We will have no more
discussion as to wardrobe.

The jury will not give
any weight to the clothes.

You were arrested the night
of the murder,

weren't you, Mr. Bicks?

Yes, but much later.

Drunk and disorderly conduct?

I was sober
when I saw your client --

How many times
have you been arrested

for drunk and disorderly
conduct, sir?

Objection.
Overruled.

More than five?
Maybe.

More than 10?

I don't know.

In fact,
this was your 11th time,

and after the last one,

you were told the next one
meant jail time.

Isn't that right, Mr. Bicks?

Yes.

Are you going
to be serving time

for your 11th arrest?

I don't think so.

Because you had something
to offer,

didn't you, Mr. Bicks?

You decided to hand over
Mr. Dickson

in exchange
for serving no time.

Is that why you made
this story up?

Objection.

Overruled.

Did you make up
this story, Mr. Bicks?
No.

They needed
to place my client

with the victim alive,

and you decided to offer
your services, didn't you?

I'm not lying.
I saw him with that woman.

But you did make a deal

in exchange
for this testimony,

didn't you, Mr. Bicks?

Yes.

Yes, and you say
you were sober

when you saw my client
with Miss Brennan.

Was that your testimony?

Yes.

Well, according to three
different witnesses,

you were seen drinking

as early as 4:00
that afternoon.

But I wasn't drunk.

You're an alcoholic,
aren't you, Mr. Bicks?

Well, I like to drink, yeah,

but whether that makes me
an alcoholic --

You were seen drinking
at 4:00 that day.

You were still drinking
at 11:30 when you got arrested.

I was sober when
I saw him with her.

Have you had a drink today,
Mr. Bicks?

I'm sorry?

Have you had a drink today?

Well, I've had one.

You had one.
Let the record reflect

It's 10:15 in the morning.

Nothing further.

You'd known he'd had AIDS
for three years.

Yes, and I kept the secret.

Well, what changed?

I saw on the news...

These two guys stopped
to help this guy

in a car accident.

He wasn't breathing.

They both did mouth-to-mouth.

Turned out that
the accident victim had AIDS,

And now these two samaritans
are at risk.

They have to go
for AIDS tests

for the next few years.

So I thought,

what if something
like that happens here?

Suppose Wayne
has a heart attack

or he blacks out.

It certainly is possible,
given his immune system.

And then suppose
somebody at work goes

to resuscitate him.

I mean, wouldn't I be
a little bit liable?

I know he has AIDS.
I don't tell?

You know, the people
who work for me --

So you felt it was
your legal responsibility.

And my moral one,
to be honest.

I put my trust
in these people,

and I ask these people
to trust me.

How can I sit
on information

that could possibly
threaten their lives?

Did any doctor advise you

that Mr. Mayfield
might be a health risk

to anybody else?

No.

Did any medical
professional advise you

to reveal
my client's condition?

No, but probably
because doctors

are more afraid
of being sued

than anybody.

Did you consider
the possibility

that Mr. Mayfield
may be stigmatized

by your memo,

That he might suffer
from discrimination

as a result
of this disclosure?

Yes, but I weighed that risk

against the potentially
fatal one facing the others,

and I made my decision.

I'd also like to say

I feel that the company
supported Wayne.

He resents sympathy,

As he stated
in his testimony,

And a lot
of the discrimination

he says
he was subjected to,

the bulk of it
he only perceived.

The employees at Straub
like him,

and following my disclosure,

nobody came to me
asking that he be let go,

and I think that needs
to be said.

And you said it perfectly.

How's it going?

He totally stoned him.

They're now willing
to take $125,000.

Really?
We rejected it.
You should have seen him.

Is the jury still out?

No, we go back in at 5:00
for closing arguments,

which I got to get
to work on. Come on, Peter.

How about when I said
it was a moral thing?

Did you see his face when
I said that?

Did I see it? I could hear
it when it hit the floor.

They were so cocky.

But that's the way they are,
Jimmy, I'm telling you.

They get all this
special treatment.

You know, they get all these
special laws passed.

They got the whole country
screaming,

"Let them get married!"

It's like they're
some privileged class

or something.

Favored nation fags --
It's out of control.

And they think they're
smarter than everybody, too.

That's why they thought
they'd win this.

I ever tell you
my mother was gay, Peter?

What?

Oh, funny. Ha ha.

No, it's true.

Maybe I didn't mention it

'cause I didn't think
it was such a big deal,

that it would matter
to my friends.

Oh, hey, Jimmy,
to each his own.

Now, come on,
you know me.

Look, I got no problem
with people living

the way they want.

It's just...

You know.

The special treatment.

Yes.

Well, I better work
on my closing.

You know what
you're going to say?

I have an idea.

The body cools down
about 1 degree per hour

in 65 degree weather, which
it was that evening.

We recorded a base
temperature of 95.5.

That was just
after midnight.

Computing the 1 degree
per hour, we calculated

the time of death to be
between 9:00 and 10:00.

But since the officer
found her dead at 9:30,

we determined the T.O.D.
to be between 9:00 and 9:30.

Were you able to determine
the cause of death, Dr. Fine?

Asphyxiation caused
by strangulation.

Between 9:00 and 9:30.

So Ms. Brennan
could have been killed

at one minute past 9:00.

Possible?

Possible.

So, my client's contention
that he found the body

already dead
at around 9:15,

then proceeding to make love
to it after she was dead --

That's possible,
isn't it?

It's possible,
but it's --

Well, in fact,
scientifically

You can't rule out
that possibility at all.

No, I can't rule it out.

In fact, a body temperature
will spike

if a person was struggling
prior to death, wouldn't it?

She could have been
at 100 when she died.

Isn't that possible?

Yes.

So she might
have been killed

as early as 7:00, 7:30.

Well, a witness
saw her alive at 8:30.

So you're basing
your findings

in part on the reliability
of the witness Billy Bicks.

Yes, I am.

Thank you, Dr. Fine.

The witness may step down.

Ms. Gamble.

The prosecution rests,
Your Honor.

Mr. Young, you're on.

The defense rests,
Your Honor.

(indistinct chatter)

How do you mean,
I don't testify?

I mean, you don't testify.

What's with that?
if I don't tell my side,

They're going to think I did it.
I got your side in.

What's with that?
If we put you on the stand,

all your other felonies
come in, including the time

you flashed kids
at an elementary school.

That doesn't make me a killer.
It makes you a piece of crap,

which we don't need
the jury to hear.

They already think that.
I slept with that woman.

If you take the stand,
they'll know it.

LINDSAY: Okay, all right.

I don't like this.
What's going on?

You have to trust us
on this, Mr. Dickson.

I don't put on any defense.
What the hell is that?

You don't have any defense.
You were caught

red-handed
raping the victim.

After she was dead!

Alex, the jury
won't believe you.
How do you know?

'Cause I don't believe you.
LINDSAY: Eugene!

I think you did it. You
strangled her, then raped her.

That's what I think,
'cause I've had

the pleasure
of listening to you talk.

I don't want the jury to hear
you open your fat mouth,

cause then they'll know
you did it, just like I do.

I have an obligation
to protect you, Alex,

and your fat mouth.

You listen to me!

You don't want
to mess with me!

Eugene, stop it!

Mr. Dickson,
our defense is the state

hasn't satisfied
its burden of proof.

With that strategy,

it's better not to call
any witnesses.

That's why
we're not calling you.

Certainly, it's your right
to testify,

and if you insist,
we will allow you to do so,

but it is
our collective judgment

it's better
for us to rest

without putting on
a defense,

and focus the jury
on the state's failure

to make its burden.

And as it stands, we have
a very good chance.

I don't know what's going on,

but gay bashing seems to be
coming back into style.

We've got
radio talk show hosts

proudly declaring
their prejudices,

churches and politicians
calling gay people "sick,"

voters coming out in droves

to support bans
on gay marriages.

What is going on?

As far as fear of AIDS goes,

you want something
really to be scared about?

Abolish people's right
to medical privacy,

and they simply
won't get tested.

They'll stop going
to the doctors.

Then watch
the disease spread --

Many diseases.

This man went
and got tested,

and he was punished for it.

Is that the message
we want to be sending?

Because if that's it,

then a plague
on all our houses.

What's he talking about --

gay backlash?

Gays have got
more special treatment going

than anybody.

We got special AIDS laws.

Hollywood -- the Emmys,
the Oscars --

they all got those
red ribbons on, don't they,

in honor of AIDS?

My dad died
of a heart attack.

Where's the ribbon
for cardiovascular disease?

And now, when a person has

a fatal, deadly,
infectious disease,

there's a law that says
you can't even warn people.

Nobody's saying
we should discriminate

against people with AIDS,

but where's the law
to protect you and me?

Where's the legislation

to protect
Mr. Mayfield's co-workers?

If he dropped,
a dozen different people

would be giving him
mouth-to-mouth.

If he got cut
playing basketball,

his teammates would help
tend to it.

They don't have
a right to know

they could be risking
their lives?

How nuts is that?

Doesn't Mr. Hynes
owe some duty

to look out for the people
who work for him?

He did the moral thing,

the reasonable thing.

And let's remind ourselves
one more time --

the plaintiff
didn't get fired.

Nobody beat him up.

Mr. Mayfield says
he even felt depressed

by the people
who were trying to help him,

for God's sakes.

Maybe we should pass
another law.

It's a crime to show
too much sympathy

for people with AIDS.

Enough...

is enough.

How we doing?

I think okay.

How you doing?

I'm fine, Lindsay.
Eugene --

Don't start playing
psychologist with me, okay?

Are you seeing
a psychologist?

Because I think
you should be.

That right?

Yes. Every time you take cases
like this, you turn angry.

I mean, the Rabbi rapist--
It doesn't have
to be fun, Lindsay.

The pedophile who killed--
What am I supposed to do,
be all happy and giddy?

those kids, who you then
beat up in court!

These cases
don't bother me, okay?
Whatever you're feeling --

I don't feel anything.
I'm a defense attorney.

It's not my job to feel.
Why can't people see that?

I have work to do
here, Lindsay.

I think I should
do the closing.

I will do it.

If you can't
do your best --

I will do my very best.

Cases like this --

I get so afraid I'll let
my personal disgust

affect my, uh...

I compensate
by trying harder.

If anything, I try
even harder for the guilty.

How sick is that?

They've reached
a verdict already?

I'm on my way.

Jimmy, my spies
down at the courthouse

said that your closing
seemed a little rednecked.

What spies?

I got spies.
What about your closing?

I went with what I thought
would be effective.

Redneck?

Red, white and blue.

I better go.

(door opens)

(horn blows)

If there is a question
defense attorneys get asked

more than anything
else, it's...

"how can you do it?"

How can you walk into court
day after day after day

defending
the scum of the earth,

then go home and sleep?

Well, I got myself
a pretty good piece of scum

in this one, don't I?

He raped a dead woman.

Hard enough for me
to even look at him,

let alone defend him,

but the answer
to the question is,

I don't come in here
day after day

representing
people like him.

I represent you and me.

I'm in here making sure
the prosecution

lives up to its burden
of proving guilt

beyond a reasonable doubt

before they get
to incarcerate people,

because if they don't
live up to that burden,

if we start
letting them convict

without meeting that criteria,

then innocent people
are at risk --

you and me...

and maybe him, too.

I don't know.
Maybe he killed that woman,

maybe he didn't.
I can't tell you.

What I can say is they didn't
satisfy their burden.

There is doubt
all over the place.

Nobody saw him
commit a murder.

The coroner himself said
the murder could have happened

hours before
the police officer found him.

It is not likely
he's going to hang around

with his victims
for hours, is it?

No thumbprints or bruises
on the neck matching my client.

The victim
smelled like garbage. Why?

Because she was
in that dumpster

just like my client said
she was when he found her.

One witness who places
my client with the victim alive

turns out to be a drunk,
likely drunk at the time.

Can we really trust
his powers of observation

or his credibility?

The testimony he gave
was part of a deal

that kept him out of jail.

Deal. What I should say
is bribe.

He had a motive to lie.

Now, the only thing
they can prove

is that my client
was having sex with a dead body.

Does that make him vile?

Absolutely,
but it in no way proves

he committed a homicide.

It certainly doesn't prove it
beyond a reasonable doubt.

Ms. Gamble started things off
calling this "ugly."

It is.

Sometimes the job is ugly.

I got to come in here and fight
for a system I believe in

even when I don't like
my client.

And it gets ugly
for juries, too,

'cause doing your job here

means finding that man
not guilty.

It absolutely means
that under the facts we have.

Now, I can't stop you
from saying,

"the hell with the rules."

I can't prevent you

from lowering
the burden of proof

if that's
what you choose to do.

I will ask you to consider --

what if one day you
or somebody you love

is charged with a crime
you or he didn't commit?

How would you feel
if you, he, or she

got a jury who dispensed
with the burden of proof

and just said,
"close enough"?

It happens.

It goes against
the very grain

of our criminal justice
system, but it happens.

It violates every principle
of our constitution,

but it happens.

The only question
we have here --

is it going to happen today?

It is possible
that he did find her dead.

It's possible.
There's nothing they can do

to disprove that possibility,

definitely not beyond
a reasonable doubt.

That's a fact --

a fact you can take
back into that room.

In order
for the system to work,

we need the defense attorneys
to do their jobs

even when it's unpopular
to do so.

In order
for the system to work,

we need the juries
to do their jobs.

Like Ms. Gamble said,

sometimes the job is ugly.

In very few cases

is the defendant
actually seen

committing the murder.

The jury is allowed
to consider

circumstantial evidence
when making its finding.

Here, the defendant was found
raping the victim

while her body
was still warm.

Our system
of criminal justice

doesn't preclude you
from using common sense.

Anything is possible,
ladies and gentlemen,

and our burden --

it isn't proof
beyond all doubt.

It's proof
beyond all reasonable doubt.

He was seen with her alive,

he was discovered
with her dead.

Gee, I wonder what happened.

In the matter
of Mayfield Vs Strobe Industries

We find in favor
of the plaintiff

Wayne Mayfield,
and order the defendant

to pay damages
in the amount of $25.

(indistinct chatter)

The jury is dismissed
with the thanks of the court.

We are adjourned.

(bangs gavel)

Did he say $25?

Yep.

(chuckles)
We won, basically.

Yeah, you did, Pete.
You're a big winner.

It was your closing, Jimmy.

Well, you inspired it.

You got something to say?

Yeah.

I think you're a bigot.

I also think you
revealing his condition --

You probably meant
to create a climate

that would make him
want to leave.

Mission accomplished,
Pete.

Hey, growing up,

I mean, you thought they
were just as sick as I did.

Come on.

The difference
is I grew up.

Did I handle myself okay?

You did great.

I got goose bumps.

I was suddenly proud to be
a defense attorney again.

I'm not so sure
you should be that proud.

Do you really mean that?

You know, we're trained
not to ask ourselves

the big question --

"how can you defend
murderers and rapists?"

We're trained
not to go near that

because if we do,
we'll end up a mess.

So we stay away --
far away --

till one day we don't even
recognize the question.

And when people ask us,

we just look at them like,

"you don't get it,
that's all,"

like they're the ones
who are lost.

Then it hits you --

maybe we're the ones
who are lost.

There is honor
in what you do, Eugene.

You may not believe
your own words in there,

but I do.

She said I can't feel.

Who?

Sharon.

And she's right.

I can't feel.

I'm afraid
to let myself feel.

Maybe that's why I can be
so damn honorable.

Lock up when you go?

Yeah.

Hey, ma.

Nah, I'm still at the office.

Just getting ready to leave.

Oh, you got company?
I'll let you go.

No, no, nothing's wrong.

I was just calling
to say hi, that's all.

How's everything going?

Yeah, same.

Pretty normal.

No, no, nothing's wrong.

I was just calling --

let you know I was
thinking of you, that's all.

Well, we'll talk tomorrow.

All right.

Love you, too.

(clears throat)

Will the defendant
please rise?

Has the jury reached
its verdict?

We have, your honor.

What say you?

Count 32623.

On the charge of murder
in the first degree,

we find the defendant
Alex Dickson...

not guilty.

On the count of murder
in the second degree,

we find the defendant,
not guilty.

On the count of lascivious
and unnatural acts,

we find the defendant,
guilty.

The defendant
is sentenced six months,

credited with time served.

He's free to go.

This concludes
the jury's service.

We are adjourned.

(bangs gavel)

(indistinct chatter)

I don't believe it.

I don't believe it.

So, can I go?

Check with probation,
and then you can go.

MAN: Here he comes!
Mr. Young, over here!

(reporters shouting questions)

Mr. Young!

Please come back
over here!

Say something
to the press!

(music playing)

You stinker!