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RJ: Rick Dees in the
morning, KISS FM.

Woman on radio: I,
I'm the time ferret.

It's twelve hours past 7, 7:12.

[indistinct]

Man 1: Get off of that..

[indistinct radio chatter]

[siren blaring]

Rick: Here's your traffic
update, Commander Chuck

Stream in Yellow Thunder,
good morning, Commander.

Man 2: I tell you, Rick,
it's really a mess down there

in the north
and southbound harbor freeway,

east and westbound Santa Monica
and also the inbound Hollywood.

It's your basic gridlock,

very typical
for post-Holiday traffic.

Rick: And, Rachel, what did you
do over the Labor day weekend?

Rachel: Well, you know, Rick,
how much I hate to drive.

So I spent all weekend,
all three days,

lying by my pool, catching
some rays in the nude.

[zipper screeching]

[laughing on radio]

[engine revving]

Rick: Phone keeps ringing.
Let me get it.

Yeah, Rick Dees, here.

Jennifer: Hello, Rick.
Rick: Yes?

Jennifer: This is Jennifer,
the boss's secretary.

Rick: Yes, Jennifer.
How are you?

Jennifer: I'm fine.
I'm fine, thank you.

But the boss just wanted
to tell you something.

Rick: Okay.

Jennifer: When you get off the
air, he wants to kill you.

[horn honking]

Can't be there. Okay.

Staff meeting will
probably go past one.

So I pushed your deposition
with Margolis to Thursday.

Oh, and don't forget your
2 o'clock with Lydia Graham.

- Who? Oh, yes.
- Friend of Julia Lippincott?

You're supposed to look
over her settlement agreement.

And remember they're picking
up your car for detailing today.

Great smell.

God, I hate these buildings,
air conditioning goes down,

place smells like the inside
of a garbage disposal.

McKenzie, Brackman, Chaney
and Kuzak. Arnold Becker.

- Get me that spray stuff.
- One moment, Mrs. Rice.

- Let me see if he's available.
- Available, available.

7:30 Tuesday morning available.

Margaret, how was the long
weekend?

Well, I'd have to go
back over the agreement.

But he's got him for
holiday weekends.

Maybe it was malicious,
Margaret.

But getting an injunction?

I know it's the first
day of school.

No, I don't blame
you for worrying.

Absolutely. Absolutely.

He should have had
him home by 6:00.

But, but Margaret,
Margaret, to go to court...

Mar-- Margaret. Margaret.

Look, if that's
what you want...

McKenzie, Brackman,
Chaney and...

- Arnie: Mar-- Margaret.
- Oh, good morning, Mrs. Cox.

Arnie: Let me talk to his lawyer
first. If that doesn't work...

Let me see if he's available.

Yes, we'll slap him
with an injunction.

Margaret: You can slap him
across the face, for all I care.

Just do it!

- Shirley Cox.
- Morning, Shirley.

Shirley: Where the hell have you
been? I'm been trying to...

Shirley, come on.
Give me a break.

- It's 7:30 a.m.
Shirley: Why aren't you at home?

Shirley, the reason I'm not at
my house is because I'm here.

No, I am not
trying to avoid you.

I... Shirley, yes, I know
he's a fat brown loaf.

But even a fat brown
loaf deserves a sex life.

I agree, not in front of
your nine-year-old son.

S-- Shirley, I'm...

I'm-- I'm-- I'm gonna put you
on hold a minute, sweetheart.

Shirley: Don't you put me
on hold! Don't do it!

Arnie: Dick, this is not smart!

Oh, don't Dick me!

Not after that settlement
you rammed down my throat!

This is a settlement
that you agreed to.

Oh, a settlement
I was blackmailed into!

Oh, you took away everything
I hold dear, Becker.

My house, my kids,
my coin collection!

I had to sell my boat!

Wha-- wha-- what
about the-- the Ferrari?

I-- I-- I-- specifically left it
out of the community property

because I-- I know how
much you love that car.

And, Dick, we both know
that Louise doesn't know

a dip stick from a--
from a garter belt!

You excluded it because
it's leased to..

[cocking gun]

[chuckles]

Dick, don't...

don't do this,
you're gonna regret it.

If I spend 20 years in
jail with my pants down

around my ankles,
I will not regret it!

[gunshot]

Do you wanna
call the cops, huh?

You know where to find me?

I'm calling the police.

No, don't.

[sighs]

Starter gun.

Not about him.
About the smell.

What smell?

Roxanne: Mr. Chaney.

I didn't actually touch him.

But I'm pretty sure he's dead.

If he is,
I got dibs on his office.

[theme music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

Man 3: Guy's face was stuck
on the plate like crazy glue.

Nice place to spend the weekend.

Just button this up
and get him outta here.

[woman crying]

Excuse me. Carmen says
he's been dead over 48 hours.

Could have been a embolism,
maybe his heart.

Woman 1: Yeah.
Woman 2: He was young.

Woman 1: Fifty-nine years-old?

- It's tragic, isn't it?
- What?

One minute you're hip deep
in the tax code.

And the next... muerta.

- Who?
- Norm Chaney.

One of the senior partners.

Kind of makes you want
to stop and sniff the daisies.

Are you alright?

Would you just find
Mr. Brackman for me?

[indistinct chattering]

[crying]

Woman 1: Oh, I really
am worried about...

She's been with me for 30 years.

This is great.

Have you got any idea how you
wanna handle the Lewis audit?

I haven't thought
about that yet.

Now what time was it
you got here in the morning?

- 7:30.
- I wanna get him downtown.

- Sam?
- All yours.

Well, I could use a hand.
He's stiff as a board.

We're gonna have to
take him out, chair and all.

Do it.

I'm gonna have to get a
written statement from you.

[indistinct chattering]

- Hi.
- What's going on?

Mr. Chaney's dead.

Oh, my God.

I found him.

- Are you Ms. Buckner?
- Yes, sir.

Your predecessor
was fired for tardiness.

I'm sorry. The police
kept us in the lobby.

In my office.
I'll explain your duties.

Man 4: You know, you're supposed
to do my real deal.

I don't know
what I'm gonna do now.

Woman 3: And the malpractice
insurance premium went up...

- Hmm.
- Strange brew.

Be still my heart.

- It's John Pregerson.
- I'll call him.

- His son's been arrested again.
- Is Kuzak in yet?

- No.
- Fine.

Guy's so stiff you could
put him in a museum.

Look at this.
His feet are like frozen.

Man 5: Watch it. We're coming
out right through here now.

Man 6: Make way.
Man 7: I don't know.

Man 7: Was the guy Jewish?

Man 8: Can we have a little
reverence. Seriously.

[indistinct chatter]

Man 9: Turn him! Turn him!
No, the other way!

Come on, watch him. You're gonna
lose him! Catch him!

Man 10: Carol!
Man 11: Oh.

Woman 4: Look at that! Oh!

- It's okay.
Man 12: How you doing?

Roxanne: Mr. Chaney's office?
No, I'm sorry.

He's not available right now.

[phone ringing]

Sergeant, the little
hand is on the nine.

And the big hand is on the 12.

I gotta be downtown
like in 30 minutes.

Soon as your client's
through with breakfast.

Meantime, why don't you
let the officer pat you down?

What's the matter? You guys
don't get enough at home?

I'm getting tired
of your mouth, Jose.

Whoa! You show
me some respect.

The name is Sifuentes,
Victor Sifuentes!

I don't care if
you're freakin' name

is Pancho freakin' Villa!

You don't see your client
without you get searched!

Now assume the
freakin' position!

You lay a hand on me and I'm
gonna kick your fat butt.

That's it.
You are outta here!

- Let go my...
- Tell him East L.A.

Later this afternoon.

[speaking in foreign language]

You're gonna be hearing
more about this, McKlosky!

I can't freakin' wait!

Michael Kuzak, attorney
representing Justin Pregerson.

I'd like to talk to the
investigating officer.

Which that would be
Detective Tuttle.

Yeah, I'll get right up to it.

Lester, to his friends.

- What's all the excitement?
- Memo out of Division.

We gotta search all
attorneys before they go in.

Lawyer brought a gun
into South Central.

His client tried to
shoot his way out.

Speaking of which, your client

is a real citizen, counselor.

This time we got
him on rape, assault,

oral cop, sodomy.

Not to mention
that he's violated

his probation in
six different ways.

Presumption of
innocence, Lester.

The victim ID'd
the kid's vehicle

and picked him and two
accomplices out of lineup.

Let's see his daddy
buy him outta this one.

[door opens]

[indistinct chatter]

This is totally bogus.

Says here she
was beaten, raped.

And when her wig fell off
during the assault,

she was tossed into a dumpster.

She ID'd you, she ID'd
your running mates.

She ID'd your car.

Hey, I hook up with
these guys in a bar.

We have a couple
of drinks, bar closes.

We go cruisin'.

We stop at one of
these all-night places

to get a couple of six-packs.

She's in there.
She follows me out.

She says she'd do
the three of us for $50.

We figure what the hell?

So we go around
the corner in the alley.

It wasn't exactly
"Romeo and Juliet."

But it wasn't rape either.

The victim alleges
she begged you stop.

Said she was sick.

Oh, yeah, she was beggin',
alright.

It wasn't to stop.

But it also says here
that she was admitted

to Hollywood Presbyterian for

severe cuts
and bruises to her body.

Hey, look! There's a lot of
crazy people out there.

Maybe the next guy uses her
for a punching bag.

So she goes to the cops.
She remembers my car.

She figures she can
work something out.

Did you talk to my father yet?

For $1,000,
she'll fold like a deck chair.

Doubtful.

I'm told she's got
acute leukemia.

Well, that's too bad.

Look, when can
I get outta here?

- Not 'til they set bail.
Justin: When's that?

Arraignment tomorrow.

Oh. No, no, no, no.
Forget that.

Find Judge Sorenson.
He knows my father.

He'll sign a writ today.

I'll see what I can do.

Hey, listen.

My father's worth a
million bucks to your firm.

You do that.

Right.

Is that true about the cancer?

Yeah.

Acute leukemia.

Is that contagious?

I hardly know
what to say regarding

the untimely death
of Norman Chaney,

good friend and
respected colleague.

Except we'll greatly miss him.

Plus which, his passing
leaves a serious void

in an extremely lucrative
area in our practice.

We can discuss that
aspect later, Douglas.

Fine.

And what about
the Lewis tax audit?

Do you think either George
Lewis or the IRS are going to

say we can discuss that later?

I said this is not the time!

In any event, I've spent
the last 45 minutes

going through Norman's
personal papers

and found his last instructions.

There will be a
simple cremation

with a memorial service
preceding at which those of you

desiring may
pay your last respects.

Now if you all don't mind...

I'll excuse myself.

I'll start a sign-up
list for you...

Woman 5: Well, thank you.

This is tongue, honey.

You trying to tell me something?

The minutes will
reflect Mr. Kuzak

arrived late for the meeting.

Yeah. Well, Mr. Kuzak
was having such a good time

chatting up Justin Pregerson
at the Hollywood jail

about he and his
running mates raped

and beat up a defenseless
leukemia victim

that he couldn't bear
to pull himself away.

- He confessed?
- Oh, sure, full of remorse.

You promised me a body.

I want it now.

Bring us a list of possible
candidates and we'll review it.

Mike?

Ah, excuse me, Mr. Brackman,
but how would that

impact on the summer law clerks?

Not to mention the
current associates.

Mr. Pollack, you may
rest assured that this firm

has a commitment to hire at
least one full-time associate

in addition to Mr. Kuzak's
criminal lawyer

and any possible replacement
in our Tax Department.

Mr. Taylor, associate
review will proceed

at the appropriate time.

Now, as the hour
is growing late,

let us laser through our
summary of pending cases.

Status unchanged
on the divestiture.

Discovery motion on
Roner versus Gradinger.

Pending trial Merton
versus Merton.

A new matter, Leon Kroener,

a medical corporation,
versus Celia Robinson.

A doctor is suing
our client for a $750 bill.

A collection matter?

Abby: It's a little more
complicated than that.

For the last nine months,
her insurance company's

been giving her the runaround
and that's why

the bill's not paid.

Miss Perkins,
undoubtedly you've seen

those ads on television?

Lawyers in polyester suits
soliciting for clients?

Yes, sir.

Douglas: Those lawyers handle
$750 collection cases.

McKenzie, Brackman, Chaney,
et al does not handle

seven hundred and fifty dollar
collection cases.

Douglas, will you come off it?
This is a referral

from Morley Sapperstein.

I asked Abby to help me with it.

As your time is usually billed
at $135 an hour, Miss Kelsey,

how much exactly did you
intend to charge this client

for whatever heroics you might
perform on this $750 matter?

What I intend is to
charge her nothing.

Is it your belief then
that we are running

a welfare state here?

Absolutely not.

It is my belief that
this firm is an example

of the capitalist system
at its very finest.

Management getting
fat off the sweat

and blood of the workers.

Take me, for example.

You bill my time at $135
an hour, 1,600 hours a year

for a total of $216,000 into the
bulging coffers of this firm.

Of that amount, I, who generated
the income, get $52,800.

You're damn straight this is
not a welfare state, Douglas.

And if I wanna make
a couple of phone calls

to an insurance company to
keep some poor working woman

from getting screwed over by the
system, then I will do it!

Well...

due to the tragedy
we've all suffered today,

it would appear that
everyone is unusually testy,

fractious and argumentative.

Accordingly, this meeting
is hereby adjourned.

I'd like to remind everyone
of the annual firm dinner

which will be held
a week from Friday.

That's the 20th,
at Mr. McKenzie's home.

Partners, associates and
summer law clerks invited.

Along with a husband,
wife or suitable escort.

What? No secretaries?

That's what we have
firm picnics for, Mr. Kuzak.

Oh.

- Arnie, Lydia Graham's here.
- Okay. Give me a minute.

My husband and I
have already worked out

all the terms of our settlement.

- Here's your tea.
- Thank you.

But Julia wouldn't
leave me alone

until I agreed to
let you look at it.

Well, Julia can
be very persuasive.

I just don't want it
to get into an ugly,

pitched battle with
name-calling and incriminations.

I respect that
feeling entirely.

Lydia: You know, Barry and I may
not have wanted

to be married to each other,
but we're still parents

to our children.

We're still civilized adults.

I won't get down in the dirt and
grub over who gets the dishes.

I wish all my clients were
as reasonable as you are.

I'll tell you what.
As long as you're here,

let me jot down a few notes.

Okay.

Now when did you and your
husband actually separate?

The exact date,
if you can remember.

He moved out of the house
on December 21st.

And was this
at your suggestion?

- No, not really.
Arnie: Oh, so it was his idea.

Well, we discussed it,
that we weren't terribly happy.

So, four days before Christmas,

he really picks his
spots, doesn't he?

He walks out on you.

It wasn't like that.

Is he living with her now?

- With whom?
- The other woman.

Barry did not leave me
for another woman.

That's not what
this is all about.

Men are creatures of habit
and comfort, Lydia.

In nine years, I've never once
seen a man initiate a divorce

and cer-- certainly not
four days before Christmas

unless he had another woman to
replace the one he was leaving.

Well, my husband and I are not
statistics. We're individuals.

Arnie: Really, I-- I am sorry.
And maybe I'm a little sensitive

to this subject right now.

Because not more than...

Oh, well, say,
maybe six hours ago,

this woman comes in here.

And she's aiming this gun at me.

A-- a nice woman, totally
so nice that she refused

to let me, as she put it,
drag it through the mud.

So now she's found out that
her husband has another woman.

And they're living up in Bel Air

while my client's
over in Van Nuys.

And she aimed this gun
at me because, and I quote,

"You should have forced me
to face the facts", she said.

You're deliberately trying to
turn this into something ugly.

No. What I'm
deliberately trying to do

is protect your rights
under the law.

Let me be blunt.

For your husband, divorce
is a fiscal inconvenience.

But for you, this could
be the most important

financial decision that
you'll ever make in your life.

And I personally, as-- as--
well as professionally,

don't think that such a decision

should be made...
casually, do you?

I suppose not.

What I'm gonna do,
friendship to Julia,

admiration for your principles,

let me take a look
at this agreement.

No cost, of course.
No obligation to you.

On Thursday, I'd like
to take you to lunch.

Give you my thoughts
on the matter.

At that point, the choice
is completely yours.

You can take it
or you can leave it.

But at least you'll be making
an informed decision.

Does that sound fair?

Well, yes, I guess.

- Thank you.
- Great.

Well, Roxanne
will give you a call.

And we'll confirm
lunch for next Thursday.

Oh, do you like L'Orangerie?

- It's fine.
- Well, great.

Well, it was a great
pleasure meeting you.

I'll see you on Thursday?
Okay, bye-bye.

- Oh.
- Oh, yeah. Thanks.

[solemn music]

[knocking on door]

Hi. Come in.

Szechuan. You want some?

No, no.

I'm gonna go home now unless
you have something pressing.

No. I didn't
realize it was so late.

Stop being an attorney.
Go home.

Be a wife, be a mother.

- You sound like my husband.
- Sorry.

You're right.
It's none of my business.

Sylvia Robinson came
in today with her file.

Very nice lady, incredible guts.

After her divorce,
she had two kids to support.

She went to work as a maid
until she could save

enough money to start
a catering business.

She did Morley Sapperstein's
son's bar mitzvah.

I know. He told me.
Creole Cajun food.

At a bar mitzvah?

[both chuckle]

Anyway, she's got
copies of everything.

Even a renewal statement,
and a bill

the insurance company sent her
two weeks ago.

- Sounds like a winner for us.
Abby: Let's hope so.

Abby: I don't think it's helping
her migraines any

having that doctor bill
hanging over her head.

Migraines?

It's why she went to
the doctor in the first place.

He wanted to run tests, and then
when the insurance company

refused to pay,
she couldn't go back.

She's got an appointment
tomorrow with

Morley Sapperstein's
personal physician.

What did the company say?

It was like
talking to that chair.

Our records indicate that
our insured, Mr. Robinson,

had his ex-wife, Mrs. Robinson,

removed from his policy
at the time of their divorce.

I told him,
they got two separate policies

as part of the
divorce settlement.

I told them
she has a copy of it.

He said they'll
have to look into it.

Did you ask them if she's
not covered why they

sent her a renewal statement?

Abby: He said they'll
have to look into it.

Send him a threatening
letter instead.

Copy his superiors.
Use buzz words like bad faith.

That ought to
get their attention.

- I already did.
- Good.

Ann: Look, Abigail.

It really isn't any
of my business.

But if you need to talk...

I was married once myself.

About 50 years ago.

Thanks.

It'll be okay.

As soon as he gets a job...

and quits drinking.

And starts...

Never mind.

Uh, tell me the truth.

Do you think there's
any chance I'll be asked

to stay on here as an associate?

It's not up to me.
I'm not a voting partner.

If you were?

You're a good lawyer,
and a very hard worker.

But I'm not a super star
like Pollack.

Or a sex bomb like Lisa.

[both chuckle softly]

I'm sorry.

I'm being a jerk.

Um...

Goodnight.

Thanks again.

[pensive music]

[indistinct chatter]

People versus Pregerson,
Garcia and Dollar.

Michael Kuzak, attorney
representing Justin Pregerson.

Waive reading of rights
and complaint?

Michael: So waived.

Sidney: How does your
client plead?

Not guilty.

Nicholas Klein
representing defendants

Garcia and Dollar, Your Honor.

At this time, due to a possible
conflict of interest,

the Public Defender's
office would ask

to be relieved of
representation

with respect to defendant
Dollar.

Sidney: Do you have funds to
hire an attorney, Mr. Dollar?

I'm broke, judge.

An attorney will be
appointed for Mr. Dollar.

Let me see the list.

I see Mr. Cavanaugh
in the courtroom.

Would you be interested
in a court

appointment on this matter?

Yes, Your Honor.
I think I can squeeze that in.

Sidney: Any motions
while Mr. Cavanaugh

acquaints himself
with this matter?

Yes, Your Honor. At this time,
I would ask the defendant Garcia

be released on his
own recognizance.

Your Honor, I'm sorry.
But Mr. Klein is once again

insulting the intelligence
of this court.

May I point out Mr. Garcia's
five previous arrests,

two felony priors.

And now an extremely
aggravated assault rape.

Let me point out that
Mr. Garcia has always

faithfully appeared for all
previous court appearances.

In addition to which he is
sole support of an aged mother,

Your Honor, who relies on
him for weekly transportation

to and from the clinic.

Usually in a stolen car,
according to his rap sheet.

Leslie: My office will agree
to Mr. Garcia's release

from custody on the condition
that he be released

into the care and custody
of Mr. Klein.

Take him home with
you, Mr. Public Defender,

you think he's such a sweet guy.

Counsel?

Approach the bench.

Off the record,
Miss Aaron, Mr. Klein.

I would not normally be
so presumptuous as to delve

into the personal lives
of my court personnel.

But as this courtroom
is beginning to resemble

a daytime soap opera,
I feel I'm well within my rights

in inquiring.

You two hot for
each other or what?

Nick: I took her out three
times, Your Honor.

Out? I made dinner twice.

The third time,
you brought in a pizza.

You're mad
'cause I said I'd call.

I'm mad because
I lowered my standards.

Yeah, along with your skirt.

Uh, on the record,
at this time I would ask

that Mr. Dollar's bail in
this matter be

reduced to $1,000, Your Honor?

- The man has four priors.
Ralph: Two as a juvenile.

The D.A.'s office is
unilaterally opposed

to any bail reduction
with respect to either

defendant Garcia
or defendant Dollar.

Bail to remain set at
the amount of $25,000

on both defendants.

Bail to stand on
defendant Pregerson.

Preliminary hearing set for
September 6 in Division 35.

Off the record,
I need a potty break.

We will have a 20-minute
recess during which time

I suggest that the PD and
the DA clean up their act.

Man 13: The court will be in
recess for 20 minutes.

When are you guys free
to schmooze?

This afternoon is fine for me.

How about Clooney's at
4 o'clock?

- Yeah.
- I'm outta here.

Don't forget to wear a suit
to the prelims.

Lester?

Leslie, who's good
in the PD's office?

Legally or sexual?

Legal. I'm looking
to take on a body.

How about mine?

You're more body
than I can handle.

Besides, I think I need someone
of the defense persuasion.

Someone who could
love a guy like Pregerson?

Or at least not
lose his lunch.

You're right. Not me.

A number one fast charger

in the PD's office right now

is a guy named Victor Sifuentes.

Sifuentes? You mean,
the guy with the earring?

- Yeah, real smart.
- I don't know.

If it's the same guy,
I saw him strut his stuff

at the Hollywood jail.

You asked my opinion.
Check it out for yourself.

He's in Division 50.

Counselor?

Your Honor, Victor Sifuentes
of the Public Defender's

office representing
Carlos Hermosillo.

- Waive reading?
- So waived.

Richard: How does your
client plead?

Mr. Hermosillo's unable
to enter a plea at this time.

Richard: And why is that,
Mr. Sifuentes?

Mr. Hermosillo has been
denied his

constitutional right
to an attorney.

I thought that you were
his attorney, Mr. Sifuentes.

This is true, Your Honor. But I
was denied access to my client

by the police department.

Under what circumstances?

I went to the Hollywood station
to interview my client

at such time as
Sergeant McKlosky

of the LAPD made rude
and insulting remarks

to me regarding my ethnicity.

When I took umbrage
at said remarks,

the sergeant refused to
let me speak to my client.

And then went
so far as to bodily

remove me from the station.

So you never conferred
with Mr. Hermosillo

regarding his defense?

No, Your Honor.

I would say a continuance would
be appropriate at this time.

- No objection.
Victor: Excuse me, Your Honor.

But my client is in custody.

Any such continuance
would deny him

his constitutional right
to a timely

arraignment and speedy trial.

Accordingly, I would move
that the case against him

be dismissed due to the
state's outrageous conduct

in denying him his
constitutional

right to representation.

Mr. Sifuentes can talk to him
now, Your Honor, in the hall.

Such a slipshod representation

would be tantamount
to no representation.

I would have to agree
with Mr. Sifuentes.

If the relationship
between attorney and client

has been abrogated due to
outrageous police conduct,

then this case
should be dismissed.

A big if, Your Honor.

Excuse me, Your Honor.

Mr. Kuzak?

I happened to be present
at the Hollywood Division

at the time Mr. Sifuentes
was being shown the door.

Would you corroborate
counsel's description

of the events in question?

So far as I was able
to observe, Your Honor.

Richard: How far was that,
Mr. Kuzak?

As far as the door,
Your Honor.

- Case dismissed.
- But, Your Honor!

If the D.A.'s office sees
fit, they are, of course,

free to re-file charges
as double jeopardy

is not attached.

We're in recess.

Victor: Thank you, Your Honor.

Man 14: Court will be in
recess 'til 2 p.m.

They'll process you out of here.
And then you can go home.

Thank you, man.

[speaking in foreign language]

Victor: You stay away
from the cuda.

- Stuff will kill you, man.
- Absolutely. Gracias.

Hi, I'm Michael Kuzak.

I'm with McKenzie,
Brackman, Chaney, etc., etc.

Yeah, I know.
I've seen you around before.

Thank you very much for
the testimonial, counselor.

Very fancy footwork.

Yeah, well, the guy is the hype.

He's got a wife,
four kids to support.

Yeah, the police,
they set him up on a sale.

What the hell good
is it gonna do anyone

to send him to the joint?

Well, they'll
probably re-file a case.

Yeah. And they
probably won't find him.

He's going away to a drug
program now in Arizona.

Are you free for
lunch some time?

What's the agenda?

We'd like to talk to you
about a job.

Got a job.

We'd still like to
have lunch with you.

You pay?

I'll call your office.

If we're gonna deal this thing,
it's gonna have

to be all three of them.

Speaking for myself,
I'm disinclined to negotiate.

I see no case here.
D.A.'s sucking wind.

But unshakeable
ID by the world's

most sympathetic
victim is not sucking wind.

Unless you argue consent,
dying woman out

for a good time before
they plant her in the ground?

It's moments like these
that make me proud to be

a member of such
a noble fraternity.

Aren't we fastidious?

Can we stop jerking
ourselves around here?

And go one step at a time?

We know she's got cancer. What
we don't know is the prognosis.

So let's find out.

The way I figure,
with a little bit of luck

and half a dozen continuances,

she'll either quit or die
before we even have

to worry about a trial.

Hey, I know it
sounds a little cold.

But this is not the
Red Cross here.

So unless you
got a better idea...

Nope.

[water running]

Excuse me.

You know the doctor she went to?

Who? Celia Robinson.

He wants to put her in
the hospital

immediately
for neurological testing.

But they won't let her in
because when they call her

insurance company,
they said she wasn't covered.

- What happened when you called?
- They put me on hold.

Let's go.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- Elizabeth?
- Hmm?

Did you check with
the clerk in 123?

I'm... I'm... I'm sorry.
I didn't.

- Would you? Please?
- Sure.

Make sure the discovery
motions were filed.

And tell Pollack
that I need points

and authorities on Womack.

Michael, where do we stand
with Justin Pregerson?

On my way to the prelim
even as we speak.

His father's all
over my call sheet.

What should I tell him?

You tell him that his punk son

deserves to go away
for ten years.

Ah...

[door closes]

He's one of our more
important clients.

What would you have us do?
Refer him to another firm?

Don't patronize me, Leland.

Just get me a body
so I don't have to deal

personally with
this kind of crap.

Have you got someone in mind?

- As a matter of fact, yes.
- Well, set up lunch.

I already did. It's on your
calendar, day after tomorrow.

[phone ringing]

Attorneys Ann Kelsey and Abigail
Perkins to see Lester Mestman.

Wait a minute. Do you
have an appointment?

- Absolutely not.
Lester: Right, Charlie.

[chuckles]
Let me get back to you.

She barged in
without an appointment.

At this moment, my client,
Celia Robinson,

is at St. Anthony's Hospital

trying to check in
for a cat scan.

Only they won't let her because
your insurance company

is still refusing to admit
that she's got coverage.

So don't talk to me
about appointments.

My dear miss...

I am not your dear miss
anything.

And you had better
be praying that

she doesn't have a brain tumor.

Because if she does, and if
this tumor was exacerbated

by the systematic bad faith
of your company,

then you'd better be
prepared to write a check

with a lot of zeroes behind it.

I'll have to discuss this
matter with my superiors.

You have had nine months
to discuss

this with your superiors.

If she does have a tumor,
every minute you stall,

it's getting bigger
and more dangerous.

And that means more
zeroes on the check.

Am I coming through?
Pick up the phone, Mr. Mestman.

St. Anthony's Hospital.

Are we ready to
proceed, gentlemen?

People are, Your Honor.

Defendant's counsel?

Uh...

it would appear,
Your Honor, Mr. Kuzak

has been unavoidably
detained.

Under the circumstances, move

for continuance
until such time as...

- Michael Kuzak, Your Honor.
- Tick-tock, counselor.

I apologize for the delay.

Alice: Any reason I shouldn't
hold you in contempt?

Approach the bench,
Your Honor?

That better be a
note from your mother.

[all chuckling]

It's a citation, Your Honor.

I was doing 35, tops 40,
when this cop who doesn't

even shave yet pulls me over
for an unsafe lane change.

I explained to him
that I'm late for court.

And I further
explained that I...

Let me take a look at that.

Well, that's alright,
Your Honor. I wouldn't presume

to ask this court
for any favors.

And this court wouldn't
presume to offer any.

Truthfully, Your Honor,
I think that we've already

consumed enough of the court's
time with my personal concerns.

I...

For the record, Mr. Kuzak
has just handed me

a white piece of paper
which appears to be

in fact neither a laundry
list nor even his pocket copy

of the Code of Ethics.

But rather a legitimate
LAPD traffic citation.

People may proceed.

I call Miss Adrianne Moore,
Your Honor.

[courtroom murmuring]

One last question, Miss Moore.

Did Officer Feeblecorn take
you to an emergency hospital?

Yes, Hollywood Presbyterian.

Did she wait for you while
you were being examined?

Yes, and then
she drove me home.

Thank you, Miss Moore.

I have no further questions.

Mr. Cavanaugh? Cross?

Miss Moore...

now on direct examination,

you testified that on
the date in question,

you purchased a soft drink.

Yes.

At a convenience store.

And some eggs and milk.

Ralph: And it was approximately
what time that you went out

to get this soft drink?

Adrianne: 2.

- In the morning?
- Yes.

Do you normally
get a craving at 2

in the morning for
sugary soft drinks?

Adrianne: Sometimes.

Especially when you've
been drinking heavily?

Mouth gets all wooly?

- Objection!
- I wasn't drinking.

- Withdraw the objection.
- Were you smoking dope?

Objection! Irrelevant.

Your Honor, this would be
directly relevant

as to the issue of consent.

Overruled.

Had you been smoking
a green leafy substance

commonly referred to as
marijuana that evening?

Yes, a little.

You see, the chemotherapy
makes me nauseated.

And the marijuana helps...

Objection. Nonresponsive.
I would ask that

everything after
the witness answered yes,

she had been smoking marijuana,
be stricken from the record.

Objection sustained.

Reporter will strike
everything after the word yes.

I don't understand.
Why can't I explain?

Ralph: Miss Moore, please
just answer the questions

as they're asked of you.

Now you were alone when
this alleged incident occurred?

Yes.

Ralph: And had you been
alone all evening?

Adrianne: Yes,
I was home watching TV.

Alone all night smoking dope
by yourself and watching TV.

Malcolm: Objection!
Asked and answered.

Sustained. Move on, please.

Ralph: Thank you.
But just to set the scene,

there you are having
a joint or two.

You're watching the tube. And
maybe feeling a little lonely.

I'm used to being alone.

Ralph: But sometimes it's nice
to have a little human contact.

So you get the idea to
go to the all-night market

to see a human face.

Maybe have someone to talk to.

I didn't talk to anyone.
I bought my food and I left.

And then these animals...

Objection! Nonresponsive.
Motion to strike.

Alice: Sustained.

Miss Moore,
how is your health?

I have leukemia.

Ralph: Well, I'm very sorry,
Miss Moore.

And I hope you forgive
my insensitivity

when I ask what the prognosis
for recovery is.

Lousy.

I'm going to die.

Have the doctors
told you when?

Objection! Mr. Cavanaugh seems
to be on a fishing expedition.

Your Honor, I ask
the court's indulgence

and latitude as this is
an issue of some delicacy.

Miss Moore, no one regrets
more than I any pain

this line of questioning
may cause you.

I'll, I'll allow you a little
more room, counselor.

But get on with it, please.

Ralph: Thank you.

How much longer have
you got, Miss Moore?

Less than six months.

Well, I would imagine
that there must be

a-- a great many things
you've always wanted to do

but might not get
a chance to do now.

I suppose.

Ralph: And I know that, if
it were me, I would try

to cram all of these things
into the short time I had left.

Even if these things
weren't the kind of things

I might have done before.

I don't understand.

Well, like recreational
drugs, marijuana--

I told you that was
for the side effects

of the chemotherapy.

Right. You pull up to
a convenience store

a little high on weed, you see

three good-looking
young men in a hot car.

You got to be kidding!

Gather ye rosebuds
while ye may, Miss Moore.

What does that mean?

Ralph: A literary illusion
that suggests that,

if you only had
six months to live,

you might as well have a
good time before you go.

This is sick!

Isn't it true that
you solicited my client

to have sex with you?

Isn't it true that,
when my client expressed

some initial reluctance,
you went up to him

and pressed against
him and fondled him?

No! Your Honor, please!

Ralph: That you said,
and I quote,

"I've never taken on three guys.

I want you to do it to me
and I want you to do it rough"?

- You despicable bastard!
- Miss Moore?

Your Honor, I ask the
witness to be admonished.

- This is perversion!
Ralph: Your Honor, please!

Adrianne: I want to know
who is on trial here!

Any further outbursts,
Miss Moore,

and I'll hold you in contempt.

- And the feeling is mutual!
Alice: Sit down.

Your Honor,
under the circumstances, I ask

we move for continuance
until such time--

Until such time as what?
I die?

Alice: I'm warning you,
Miss Moore.

Is that the tactic? Accuse me?

Wear me down?

Move continuances until,
until I quit or die?

- I warn you...
- I warn you!

Adrianne: This door swings
both ways!

If I can't get justice here,

I'll get a gun
and I'll do it myself.

That's enough.
You're in contempt.

Your Honor,
she's threatening us!

You think I won't?

What have I got to lose?

I'll be dead before you
could ever get me to trial!

Bailiff, escort Miss Moore
to the basement holding facility

until such time as she wishes
to apologize to this court.

[sobbing]

The court is adjourned.

Mr. Kuzak, a moment
of your time in chambers.

Man 15: This court is adjourned.

[sobbing]

[somber music]

[door opens]

Mr. Kuzak, are you aware
of the fact that you have

a substantial number
of outstanding warrants?

Well, my recollection,
Your Honor, is we're talking

a couple of parking
tickets at most.

We're talking $4200
worth of citations

over a two-year period.

Forty-two hundred?!

Oh, that's gotta be a mistake.

Didn't Officer Marinella
run you through the computer?

Well, as I was already
late and having identified

myself as a former Deputy D.A.,

he was kind enough
to write me up

without the usual formalities.

Mr. Kuzak, you bring fresh
meaning to the word scofflaw.

Bailiff,
take Mr. Kuzak into custody.

Your Honor,
hold on a minute. It's...

Forty-two hundred dollars,
counselor. Put up or shut up.

Who's got $4200?

Well, you've got a phone call.

I suggest you use it
to find out.

Well, Your Honor,
with all due respect,

don't you think you're
overreacting just a little bit?

Take him into custody,
bailiff.

A couple of lousy
parking tickets.

Life's a bitch, counselor.

[buzzer buzzing]

[buzzer buzzing]

[door rattling]

[door clanking]

[buzzer buzzing]

Miss Moore?

I'm Michael Kuzak.

I'm Justin Pregerson's attorney.

Look, I don't suppose
you care, but...

I'm deeply sorry about
what happened in court.

That's very big of you.

I could tell
you were morally outraged.

Well, what I may have been

doesn't change the fact that my
client's still got a right to

the best legal representation
he can obtain.

What about my rights?

I was raped and beaten

and thrown into a dumpster.

But for all that, I was
the one accused up there.

Not that piece of garbage
you're representing.

I represent the system as well
as the client, Miss Moore.

I may not always
believe in the client.

But I have to
believe in the system.

What about me?

What am I supposed
to believe in?

Man 16: Judge will see you now,
ma'am.

Well, Mr. Kuzak...

I'm going back up there
and I'm apologizing,

and withdrawing my complaint.

I'm afraid
it's not all that easy.

I'm not spending the
last six months of my life

in a courtroom.

I been raped once.

I'm not gonna let
that happen again.

For whatever it's worth,

and it's a purely
personal observation...

if you were to go out and get a
gun and blow them away...

I wouldn't lose
any sleep over it.

That's the difference
between us, Mr. Kuzak.

I would.

[outro music]

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