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[indistinct chatter]

Arnold Becker?

Do I know you?

Well, do you remember
a client named Kim Bonner?

- Sure.
- That's my mother.

- You're...
- Lucinda.

God, last time I saw
you, you were just,

you were a little kid.

Well, I just turned
21 a couple days ago.

- Happy birthday.
- Thanks.

You're still
lawyering, I assume?

Yeah, I guess you're not
still in junior high school.

No.

- Shopping for the family?
- No, you?

Oh, no, I just
stopped by to pick up

some Smyrna figs for breakfast.

This is all I have
during the day.

It's water from
the St. Augustine Springs.

Lucinda: Since I tried it,
I simply can't drink any other.

Getting a divorce
was really the best thing

- my parents ever did.
- Sometimes that's the case.

You still living
with your mother?

[chuckles] Arnie, please.
I can afford my own place.

Oh, forgive me. I must be
living in the past.

By the way, what last
name are you using?

- No last name.
- No last name?

Well, I'm a model, so I'm known
professionally only as Lucinda.

You must be doing fairly well.

Cover of Glamour next month.

You know, those are nice cars.

I used to have one
before I got the Mondial.

You know, I have to
tell you something.

I used to have
a really big crush on you.

- Really.
- Yeah.

I-- I used to imagine

you sweeping me off my feet
and taking me away.

Would you still be willing
to give me the chance?

Call me.

[engine revving]

Eight years ago, when
I represented her,

she had a daughter then
who was only 13 years old.

Cut to this morning.

I stop off at the store,
and there is her daughter.

- She's 21.
- Rox, this is beyond intrigue.

Don't ask me how I know.

Arnie, if I line
up a good temp,

do you think I could use some
of the time I have coming

to take Friday off?

Leon wants to
take me to Hawaii.

- Absolutely.
- Really?

Rox, that sounds
like a great weekend.

- Where you going to stay?
- The Mauna Kea.

Oh, that's the best
beach in the world.

Boy, if the
possibility exists to live

a truly joyful existence,
it's got to be LA.

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Woman on radio:
Let's take a call now

from Leonard in La Jolla.
Hello, Leonard.

Man on radio: Hello, doctor.

[phone ringing]

Woman on radio: So
what's on your mind today?

Man on radio: Well,
I'm-- I'm about to go into

personal bankruptcy
in order to pay...

Why the, uh, the reject,
on the Ellis complaint,

uh, Van Owen?

- Because it's trash, detective.
- Uh-huh.

Would you be willing to amplify
that for me just a little?

Ellis has a concussion
and four cracked ribs

he said he received
while in custody.

Brutality charges have been
filed against the department,

and now you-- you bring
me this laundry list?

No. Now, see.

Now you're losing me, Van Owen.
What's the problem?

The problem, sergeant, is that
despite the fact that

you would like to charge him
with eight different felonies,

the only thing
that you have on him

are three vehicular infractions.

Take it to traffic court.

What about the 25-caliber
automatic he had with him?

No PC to search the trunk.

There is nothing here
that's going to stick

no matter how much
you fling at the wall.

How about he's a wrong guy?

I can't charge him
for being wrong.

- What is it with you? Yeah.
- What is it with me?

Didn't you get
a pretty first hand view

- of what it's like out there?
- What if I did?

Nothing. You're right.

Don't give it a second thought.

I'm sure there wasn't
a reason in the world

for the cops to have
laid a finger on him.

By the way, that cop you got
sitting outside on detail,

guarding you, how much slack
you think you'd cut him?

You're out of line, sergeant,
but since you asked,

the very same amount
I would cut anybody else.

And spare me
the Iwo Jima speech

about enduring the front line.

The only reason this file
is on my desk is

because your people screwed up,

and now you're
looking at a law suit.

Only you don't get
combat pay around here.

And the District Attorney's
Office

is not your department's
Private Defense Counsel.

So do me a favor
and take a hike.

You bet.

And I hope there's something
I can do for you sometime.

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

[phone ringing]

Are you positive
they'll hold the jeep for us?

We're going to pick it up on
the way to camping store.

God, Stuart, just
think how long it's been

since you breathed real air.

Woody Allen says you should
never trust air you can't see.

Look, Stuart, I know
that camping was not

your first choice
for a vacation,

and I just want you to know
how much I appreciate

your being so open t-- to
try something new with me.

You know that's the kind
of guy I am.

You know I talked
to my travel agent.

We can still get in
almost anywhere...

Hawaii, Mexico.

See, I think our lives have
just gotten so out of balance,

you know, enclosed in this
hermetically sealed box,

never seeing the sun
or a tree or a bird.

They have sun and trees
and birds in Acapulco,

and you don't have
to sleep in the dirt.

Aren't we the little prince?

Ann: Anyway, you get to
choose the next vacation.

Assuming I live
through this one.

Messer and the Jack of Hearts.

Ron Messer's
a commercial fisherman

who works out of San Pedro.
The Jack of Hearts is his boat.

He claims that the IRS
took it away from him.

Was he asleep at the switch?

Douglas: It doesn't seem like
that can happen without warning.

I assume he had some warning.

With the service, you
can't assume anything.

Douglas: What are we doing?

Stuart an I are meeting
with Messer this morning.

Are you crossing over into
Stuart's bailiwick, Mike?

Well, from what little
I heard on the phone,

this one looks like it might
go into court right away,

in which case Mike's the one.

Feel like cutting your teeth
with me in tax court, Victor?

Victor's not available.

You know, I could easily
give up this trip

- if you want me around, Mike.
Mike: No, not necessary.

Excuse me.

Is he alright?

Douglas: Ann, you're not
coming in tomorrow?

That's right, Douglas.

Stuart and I are
going backpacking

in the Buellton Highlands.

Ann: Abby, there's
one thing I'd like you

- to cover for me if you could.
- Sure.

Douglas: Abby's
not available, Ann.

Victor and Abby not being
available have anything

to do with this ongoing
Sparky litigation, Douglas?

Let's get something straight.

I've been hit with criminal
assault charges

as well as an enormous
civil liability claim.

These represent a grotesque
travesty of justice.

Douglas: The only possible means
I have of righting the scales

a bit lies in the lawsuit
I filed against Keris

for killing Sparky
and for slashing my tires.

I would hope that I could count
on the forces of this firm to

be mobilized out of sheer moral
indignation if nothing else.

Douglas: I think
we're adjourned.

Let's go, Mike.

Ron. Hi, I'm Mike Kuzak.
This is Stuart Markowitz.

- He's our tax specialist.
- Hello, Ron. How are you?

So...

Uh, where should I start?

Tell us about your boat.

She's 85 foot, steel hull, I've
got her rigged for long lining.

Five days ago I took on
enough ice and provisions

for a two-week trip.

Next day I go down to the pier,
the harbor master tells me

Internal Revenue agents
have seized the boat.

They left me a notice I
owed $540,000 in taxes.

Ron: My best year
I made 80 grand.

Plus the one thing I never
not do is pay my taxes.

I don't ask them for extensions.
I don't tell them any stories.

I just give them the money so
they don't give me any trouble.

- Doesn't always work, does it?
- Tell me.

The guy does
my returns, he called.

He couldn't get
any information.

I phoned. The lines
are always busy.

Mike: Well, if what you're
saying is accurate,

it sounds like
somebody really goofed.

Stuart: Let's hope
that's all it is.

Remember. We are dealing
with the IRS now.

You're telling me
they can do anything

the hell they want to do?

They can do things
nobody else can do.

They have their
own police force.

When they decide to
move in, they move in.

They can take everything.

And if you happen to
be standing there,

they can search you.

I know a case of a guy where
they went to his house

and not only took his two cars,
but the truck that belonged to

the gardener who was cutting
the grass at the time.

- So I just roll over?
- Oh, no. No, no, no, no.

I know a few people down there.

I think we can get a
meeting by this afternoon.

Don't worry.

We'll get this whole
thing straightened out.

Well, I hope it's soon because
I've got five crewmen

going to leave me flat if I'm
not outbound in a week's time.

I'm three payments
late on the boat.

I'm two payments
late on the house.

My wife is a wreck
because of this.

If they don't give that
boat back to me soon,

they might as well
keep it for good.

So some kid takes
a potshot at me,

and all of a sudden
I'm supposed to be

the department's hard ass.

Well, I don't think you're
being singled out, Grace.

I think he was just
doing what cops do.

Since when are you
an apologist for the LAPD?

Since when are you having
three drinks for the lunch?

How about you mind
your own business?

Look, I think I've been pretty
good about what's been going on

with you the last
couple of weeks.

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

You have been pushing me
and everyone else away

with the booze
and the tranquilizers.

Mike: It's not you, Grace.

Micky, be a pal, huh?

Get off my back.

Hey, why don't we
go dancing tonight? Hm?

I-- I have a friend who can
get us into Helena's.

Well, I've got too much
to do with this IRS thing.

They are really putting
the screws to this guy.

Yeah, well, someone's always
putting the screws to someone.

It never ends.
Give it a break.

Just for tonight.

I can't, Gracie.

You know what, Kuzak?

The thing I like
about you the best

is you're such a hell
of a lot of fun.

Enjoy.

[indistinct chatter]

[phone ringing]

I have number 15
sun block, zinc oxide,

snazzy new sunglasses.
[chuckles]

I feel like we're going
to Paradise for the weekend.

Let me call you
back later, Leon.

Rox, I know you're
very busy making plans,

but if we could do
a little office business

for just a second.

I'd like you to have a case of
St. Augustine Water

sent to Lucinda
at her house. Thanks.

So that we may understand
one another on this point,

my client is fully
willing to provide

all pertinent corporate
financial records

to the present shareholders.

I have advised them that he
is under no duty whatsoever

to divulge any details of his
current financial condition

beyond the scope
of the corporation.

Leland, what's wrong?

Call Dr. Weiner.

Tell him I have to
see him right away.

Leland, what is it?

I don't know, Iris.

That's why I want
to go to the doctor.

Now, would you call him, please?

Oh, Mike, I'm in a spot.

I've got the Regina Furnald
Murder trial prepared for her,

and now assault charges against
Brackman have landed

- up on Marilyn Feldman's desk.
- So?

I copped her grandmother's
rocking chair.

There's no way I'm going
to get her to deal.

There's no way I can
take this to trial.

I was wondering if
there was any chance

that you could go
down there for me.

Oh, not if you want
to go anytime soon.

What about Abby?

Abby is handling Douglas'
civil litigation.

Brackman wants me for
the criminal charges,

but the way it looks now,
I don't stand a chance.

Sure, you do, you can turn this

whole thing around
to your advantage, Victor.

Offer up an act of contrition,

combined with
a certain innocent charm.

Pretty soon you've got
her right where you want,

even more so than if
you'd never had to fight

- with her in the first place.
- I don't think so.

I think the policy objective of
the Secret Council of Females

is crush Sifuentes
every chance you get.

Except the difference here is
that between you and Feldman,

there's no romance,
warped or straight,

past, present, or future.

So all you have to do
is deal with the case.

I don't know.
I'll tell you one thing.

If Marilyn Feldman
is not a dog lover,

Douglas could be looking at
some serious pound time.

I had a Collie named Daisy.

She used to roam
around in this field

where the cows would graze.

Sometimes a cow would get
loose and get out on the road,

and Daisy would run after
her and bark like hell.

One day a truck hit her,
and she had to be put to sleep.

All my mother would tell me was
that Daisy was going to live

in a place where it was
safe for her to run,

where there were no trucks.

I promised to keep her off
the road and protect her,

but Daisy wasn't coming back.

Just imagine, instead of it
having been a truck that hit her

by accident, it was some
guy who killed her on purpose.

They say a dog is the only
animal who will lick

the hand of its killer.

Daisy would've been just
as trusting as Sparky was,

nuzzling up to the stranger who
is offering her chopped meat,

chopped meat laced
with strychnine.

Now, Sparky was poisoned
in an enclosed area.

Keris' back yard gave
him direct access

without tripping off
the alarm system.

Victor: I mean, he had
every opportunity.

He had the inclination.
He had...

Oh, wait a minute.

What exactly are
you after here?

Marilyn, I just want you
to be able to use

your prosecutorial digression
and drop the case.

Victor: Douglas Brackman
has absolutely no record

for violence. He was
horribly provoked.

And he's remorseful
for what he's done.

If there's any victim
here, it's him.

Why is it I get the feeling
that you're going to be

laughing at me once you
get outside my door?

Because you don't know me.

Well, I don't know
Mr. Brackman either, do I?

He seems bent on vengeance.
He's suing Keris.

What's to say he doesn't
come after him again,

this time with a
baseball bat or a gun?

If that happens, I'm sure you
know that I don't want to be

the prosecutor who
dropped the charges.

Supposing you were
convinced that Brackman

isn't about to do that. Okay?

Supposing we get them
together, and they all agree

that this is all best
put to rest.

Your guy drops his civil suit?

Well, I will
certainly suggest it.

Well, let's get
them both in here

and maybe we can do business.

Hi, sorry I'm late.

- I got hung up at the IRS.
- It's okay.

Oh, stocking up for some long
nights by the campfire, huh?

Stuart, I think this is really
going to be good for both of us.

Just to slow down
a little. You know?

Sleep out under the stars,
nothing between us and nature.

I think we better get started.

You know, I was up reading
catalogues last night.

- I stayed up.
- Uh-huh.

There's a lot of this stuff

we're absolutely going to need,

like these bags here.

Oh, well, we've
already got those bags

that I borrowed from my cousin.

Not like this.

You know this is the exact same
bag they took to the north pole?

[scoffs] We're not going
to the north pole, Stuart.

We're going two hours
out of Los Angeles,

- and this bag costs $400.
- May I help you?

You gonna do something, you
may as well do it right, Ann.

Yeah, we'd like to
take two of these,

and I'd like to see your
half-dome tents, please.

- Right over here.
- Thanks.

This is a terrific model.

Aluminum alloy poles
with a lifetime warranty.

Stuart, we're going to be
camping for three nights.

It's got a convertible
rain shield/dining canopy.

- Yeah, we'll take it.
- Stuart, are you kidding?

How about packs?

The wrong backpack
can totally ruin a trip.

You got one you
particularly recommend?

Mm-hm, this is the visionary,
state of the art.

- Here, why don't you try it on.
- Yeah, great.

It's got a 1000
Denier Cordura bottom.

- Mm-hm.
- It's too big.

No, it's actually
very well balanced.

Conically cut waist
band, coil zippers,

- perforated Lombard pad.
- $349.

Stuart, that is totally
ridiculous money for a knapsack.

[scoffs]
Ann, it's not a knapsack.

Clerk: We have less
expensive models, naturally,

with fewer features, of course.

No, I think I really
like this one.

- You'll be very happy with it.
- Hm, great.

- I've got a few more things.
- Okay.

You know those boots with
the bilateral arch support?

- Mm-hm.
- I'll take two pairs of those.

- Okay.
- Then goose down jackets.

And you have that silk
and polypropylene underwear?

- What?
- Right.

And then, you know, lanterns,

signal mirrors, bug spray,

snake-bite kit,
wind-proof matches,

citronella candles,
bungee cords, a couple of those.

Bungee cords?

Yeah, you know, they hold on...

Never mind. Here, why
don't you take the list?

And I'll browse around, see
whatever else I might need.

- Great.
- Thanks.

- Ooh.
- Stuart.

These are nice.

Oh, this stuff is great. Here.

Some of this. You know,
maybe you were right.

Maybe this getting close to
nature isn't really going to be

so terrible after all.

Think you're going to
need another basket.

Man on TV: Pirate corridors
of success.

Your host is celebrity
interviewer Robin Leach.

David is perched high on a hill
on the south side of the island

with a spectacular view
of what has to be

the most stunning harbor
anywhere.

Hi.

- What time did you get home?
Grace: 4:00.

At this point the job's
so stupid I might as well

stay home.

You feel like talking?

No.

I feel like zoning out
in front of the tube.

[scoffs] That sounds uplifting.

If you want me to go home...

I can go home.

How you going to
get there, crawl?

Drive.

You're not driving anywhere.
You are drunk.

Take your hands off me, Mike.

You try to leave this house,
and I'm going to knock you down.

Macho man.

Sit down and give
me your drink.

Now, lie down.

Lie down and you stay
under the covers.

Alright? Go to sleep.

[chatter over TV]

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Alright, this is
unbelievably steep.

Just be careful
here for a second.

Let me get down first.

Ow. Ow. Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Alright.

Here.

Alright?

Stuart, my back is killing me.

Are your hip
stabilizers secure?

I don't know whether
they're secure or not.

I do know that I told you
it was ridiculous

to bring in all this junk.

Don't start with me, Ann.

Don't start with me.

The entire trip was your idea.
Remember that?

And, believe me, my feet
hurt worse than your back.

Not with your Austrian boots
with the bilateral arch support.

The best boot on the market.
Just not broken in yet.

Stuart, could we make
camp here for the night?

Oh, we haven't hiked very long.

Well, let's...
We'll go farther tomorrow.

- Whatever you say.
- Okay?

Whatever you say is fine.

- How's this?
- Fine.

- Sit down.
- God.

Ann. Ann!

[laughing]

Woman: McKenzie Brackman,
may I help you?

One moment, please.

Ron, what's up?
What time did you get here?

About an hour ago.
Here, take a look at this.

Notice of auction?

Two weeks, they're
selling the boat.

I've worked long enough on
other people's boats to get to

where I can run my own, and now
people I've never laid eyes on

are going to sell it
out from under me?

Well, we're not there yet.

Then where the hell are we?

Ron, there's something
I have to get straight.

The IRS is saying you're
using tour boat to run drugs.

- I have to know if that's true.
- Drugs?

That's why your
assessment is so high.

They're saying that
fishing is just a front.

That's crazy.
Where did they get that?

Well, at the moment
they don't have to say.

Then how the hell am I
supposed to defend myself?

Why don't you let
me worry about that.

Right now I just have
to hear it from you.

- Yes or no.
- No. No, I don't run drugs.

I've never run drugs.
All I've ever done is fish.

Alright.

Tomorrow morning we'll
go into Federal Court,

and we'll see if
we can get a judge

to move on this right away.

You know the impound dock?

They don't even have
chafing gear on the lines.

They haven't kicked on
the auxiliary generator.

The ice is melting.

The bilge pump is
running on the battery.

The bait hold is full
of stinking mackerel,

and she's sitting
too low in the water.

Ron, we are moving on
this as fast as we can.

Everybody's got their
idea of what hell is like,

and this is mine.

People in offices
with no windows,

sending each other pieces of
paper with my name on them.

I can't get them on the phone
because the line is always busy.

I can't find their offices

because I don't know
who they are!

Mr. Kuzak...

Mr. Kuzak, guys like me
end up in the street

from this kind of thing.

Would you come in, please?

Leland, what did
the doctor say?

I'll have to cancel
a number of appointments.

I've tried to call all
yesterday and this morning.

I have to go into
the hospital next Thursday.

What for?

- I'd rather not go into it.
- Leland.

It's nothing serious. I would
just rather not go into it.

Tell Saul... Saul Tartoff
I'll call him on the weekend.

Also I'm scheduled to appear
for Gordon Hollingsworth

and an administrative hearing.

Call Keighton Craig
and arrange for an adjournment.

Talk to Seth Craig.
You won't have any problem.

Leland, you are someone who
never goes to a doctor,

let alone takes
a day off from work.

It's obvious to me
it's something serious,

which makes me very afraid.

I'm asking, as a friend,
that you talk to me.

And I'm asking, as a friend,
that you respect my privacy.

That's the kindest thing that
you could do for me right now.

Gentlemen, what we're here for
is to see whether or not

it's possible to avoid
criminal trials altogether.

- For whom?
- For either of you.

Either of us?

You murdered an innocent animal.

That is a totally
unsubstantiated accusation.

You have motive and opportunity.

All I did was respond

to the monstrousness
of this man's crime.

Mr. Brackman, your
sense of moral outrage,

regardless of how
genuine or pronounced,

does not entitle you to commit
mayhem however you see fit.

Marilyn: What you did to
this man constitutes

aggravated assault

for which you may be tried,
and if found guilty,

- sentenced to prison.
- How do you like them apples?

I wouldn't be getting too cocky
if I were you, Mr. Keris.

Now, I'm willing to
drop this entire matter,

but I need some fairly solid
assurances from both of you

that this pattern of
violence and feuding

is not going to
continue or escalate.

- So be it.
- Mr. Keris?

Well, I'm not looking
to make any trouble.

Good.

In my family we always
resolved a crisis over a meal.

So before we start formalizing
this, how about it?

Marilyn: Well, I've got
corned beef, roast beef.

I'll have a roast beef.

- Corned beef, please.
- Nothing.

If you're smart, you'll both
drop the civil suits as well.

All that's going to happen
is that you'll burn up

a lot of time and effort,

and one's just going to
cancel out the other.

- You alright?
Man: John, are you okay?

Marilyn: Would you
like some water?

I think he's really choking.

Oh, my god.

- Do something.
- Oh, no, no, don't do that.

There's that procedure.
What's it called?

- The Heimlich Maneuver.
- Yes, do you know how to do it?

- I do.
- Well, then do it.

The man's choking
to death here.

I find there to be something

of a special irony in that.

It was at his hand that
Sparky choked to death.

Mr. Brackman, you
can't let the man die.

To lose compassion for the
dying is to lose all humanity.

Isn't that right,
Keris? Tell me.

Did you watch Sparky as
he gasped his last breath?

Was there a part of you
that would've reached over

and saved him if you
could, like this?

[coughing]

Oh, thank god.

- John, are you alright?
- You bastard.

I think you broke my rib.

I saved your life,
you undeserving viper.

When he gets finished with you,

I'll have the shirt
off your back.

This is who you want me to
settle with, Ms. Feldman,

Douglas: this miscreant?

This man's life calls
out to be extinguished

and his bodily parts
sold for scrap.

I'm leaving.

I don't make deals
with terrorists.

You were both witnesses.
Expect a subpoena.

The man saved your life, mister.
I wouldn't push your luck.

Lawyers.

Trilfa: John, calm down.

I guess this wasn't
such a good idea.

At least we tried.

So where does that leave us?

I'm not going to prosecute.

Each of them is enough of
a punishment for the other

without getting the whole
criminal justice system

- involved.
- Thanks, Marilyn.

That's really very
decent of you. Thanks.

It's a shame to waste
perfectly good food.

Are you hungry?

I could eat.

Abbot: Very beautiful.
Come on, love me.

Who loves me? Look
at me. Very good.

Now, I want you to jump, honey.
I want you to jump for me.

Now, look in the camera.
Jump, baby. Good, very good.

[instrumental music]

Abbot: You love me, honey.
You love me. Come on, honey.

Hi, Arnie. Abbot, Arnie Becker.

- Hi, Abbot.
- Yeah, alright.

Abbot: We're just going to
finish up a couple more.

Then we can take a break. Okay?

Good, I love you. Good.
I want you to pout.

Abbot: Come on, pout for me.
He was mean to you last night.

Pout for me. Beautiful.
You are beautiful.

Okay, gorgeous.
Now go and change.

Thank you.

- You're gonna hate me.
- Not in this lifetime.

We got started really late.
The truck needed detailing.

This morning they sent over a
Testarossa instead of a Lagonda.

Lucinda: It's been
one thing after another.

Could I take a rain
check until tomorrow?

I could change
the dinner reservations,

make them a little
later, wait for you,

watch you work for a while.

Wouldn't be the hardest
thing I ever did.

Arnie, I couldn't
work with you here.

I would be totally distracted.

What if I promised
to be very quiet?

It's not your voice
that's distracting, Arnie.

It's wanting to get
away and be with you.

You know, the camera
picks all of that up.

I can look at
a photograph and tell

when a model's just broken
up with her boyfriend,

got in a drug habit,
fallen in love.

You have no idea how
naked I really am.

Just so long as I can dream.

Come here.

Abbot: Lucinda.

Oh, man. The middle's all raw.

Stuart: I knew we should've
bought that butane stove.

- Ann: Eat some more trail mix.
- I'm sick of trail mix.

Ann: Well, if you hadn't
broken all the eggs

when you fell over...

Yeah, like that was
really my fault, right?

Ann: Okay, I don't want
to fight anymore.

Could you throw some
toilet paper over here?

Stuart: Yeah,
where'd you pack it?

- I didn't pack it. You did.
- Uh-uh, you did.

Oh, great, you brought
every damn thing in the world

except the toilet paper.

- What am I supposed to do?
- How about a leaf?

- A leaf?
- Yeah.

Well, you did say you didn't
want anything to come between

you and nature, didn't you?

You're really enjoying yourself,
aren't you, Stuart?

Oh, I am having a ball.
I really am.

Well, okay. That's exactly
what I'll do. No big deal.

I'll use a leaf.

[insects chirping]

- Come on, honey.
- Ah!

I'll get him. I'll get him.

Alright, the hell with
him. Hell with him.

I'll let him go. Come on.

God, I hate lizards.

Oh, God.

God, this pack is unbelievable.

I feel like a llama.

- How you feeling, honey?
- How do you think I'm feeling?

Is-- is the itching
getting any better?

The itching's worse.
The burning is worse.

I am in agony, Stuart.
Total agony.

Just going to be a little bit
further. It'll be okay.

How are we ever going
to find a dermatologist

in this god-forsaken place?

Well, you know, any kind of
doctor can treat Poison Sumac

or whatever it was.

Did you, did you remember to
bring the leaf specimen?

I thought you were
going to bring it.

Well, you know, he probably
doesn't need it anyway. Come on.

[crying] Oh, Stuart, could you
please run and warm it up?

Come on.

[engine starting]
Come on, come on.

Come on. It won't start.

Oh, God, Stuart.

Stuart, you're got to
get me out of here. Please.

I don't care how. Just...

Just get to the ranger's
station or something, please.

[crying] You've got to get me
out of this miserable...

Before I start to cry.

Ann. Ann, come on, honey.

I'm going to get
you out of here.

I'm going to...
Just hang in there, honey.

I'm going to get us out of
here real soon. I promise.

I'll be right back.
Now, just don't move.

I'll be right back!
And don't scratch!

Your Honor, in order
to justify the snatching

of this man's boat
and his livelihood,

the service has
to show that the assessment

was reasonable and appropriate.

Right now they're
not even close.

Your Honor, I would point
out to Mr. Kuzak

that if the service is
in compliance

with the rules of procedure,
in executing

the termination
assessment and levy,

and there is no
showing that it isn't,

then the review taken here
goes to the assessment only,

not to the taking of
Mr. Messer's boat.

Mr. Messer only owes the tax's
claim if it can be shown

that he was involved
in smuggling drugs.

Now, where is
the proof of that?

According to section 68-51,
the burden isn't on the service

to provide that proof.

Ms. Zeppoli, I think you'll
agree the evidence

of drug smuggling
is rather thin,

and there's a good likelihood
that Mr. Messer will wind up

with an abatement.

In the meantime could
he at least

have his boat restored to him?

Unfortunately, Mr. Kuzak,
there's been no showing

that the levy was
anything but proper.

Peck: As such, I'm not at
liberty to disturb it.

Your Honor, Ron Messer is
being forced into personal

and financial ruin, and all
anyone can say about that

is that the service is in
compliance with its own rules.

Now, what is this man supposed
to do while we labor to discover

that a mistake was made?

Counselor, I sympathize
with your client's dilemma,

but this is not
a criminal proceeding.

Peck: The safeguards
afforded a criminal defendant

are not in place here.

And we can rail about
the unfairness of it,

but that's the law.

Peck: The best I can do is to
set an early trial date.

I cannot grant the relief you're
seeking in a summary fashion.

The IRS sure as hell moved in
a summary fashion, didn't they?

That'll do, counselor. That's
about all I'm going to tolerate.

This court's adjourned.

Judge, can anybody here help me?

Can anybody explain this
beyond saying there's a section

in a book someplace?
I'm not a criminal.

Ron: I just want my boat
back so I can get back to work.

This is the United
States of America.

I want my boat back. I want
to get back to work...

Lady, could you at least tell
them to take care of the boat

while they got it? Or you could
just give it to the navy...

Mr. Kuzak, you've got a message
here from Officer Crane

- of the Santa Monica Police.
- Thank you.

Ron, well, I'm sorry.
I've got to go.

I'll call you later.

Woman: Dr. North, report
to CCU stat.

Excuse me, I'm looking
for... Never mind.

You alright? Is she alright?

She's fine.

Excuse me. Are you
with the young lady?

- Yeah.
- Can we talk to you a minute?

I'll be right back.

- What happened? Anybody hurt?
- She lost it on San Vicente.

Officer: No, but she wound up
on the center divider.

We ran a breathalyzer on her.
It's below the legal line...

Just. She's also
had a few of these.

She's got a valid prescription,

but she shouldn't be
behind the wheel.

We also know she's
with the DA's office.

Make sure you get her home, huh?

Thanks.

[indistinct chatter]

Okay, let's go. Come on.
It's time to go home.

[instrumental music]

Stuart. Stuart, is that it?

Ann: Stuart, is that really it?

Yeah. Come on.

Easy. Easy, easy, easy. Come on.

Come on.

- Mr. Markowitz. -
Ciao, Franco.

- Ms. Kelsey.
- Hi.

There's wine and beer and fresh
orange juice in the mini fridge

unless you'd prefer
champagne, of course.

Mr. Markowitz told me
that you might be hungry,

so I brought along some
oysters, lobster, fresh caviar.

The controls for
the television

and the stereo are
in that front panel.

- Now, everything else okay?
- Yes, finally.

Great. You just
lean back, relax.

We'll have you back in LA
in less than two hours.

Great.

If you've got something
to say, just say it.

I'm not going to stand by
and wait for you to bottom out.

Then don't.

Mike: If you don't
care about yourself,

why don't you stop
and think about

what this might be doing
to the people around you?

Now I'm supposed to
feel guilty, too?

Do me a favor.
Just get off my case.

Give me some slack.

Slack almost got
you killed today.

Just like after you got shot,

you're ready with
a thousand answers.

You got your speech about
how that was nothing,

how this is nothing.
Well, it's not nothing.

It's something and you're
going to deal with it.

The question is whether
you're going to deal with it

with your eyes open or closed
and what the cost is going to be

when you're through.

Now, I'm going to go out,
and when I come back,

the pills better be gone.
The booze better be gone.

Or you better be gone.

[somber music]

[music continues]

[sobbing]

Lucinda, couldn't we go inside?

Isn't this the most fabulous
car you've ever done this in?

Yeah, but still it's a car.

We could...
We could go inside.

We could be in a bed.

Why would you want to be in a
bed when you could be in a car?

Besides, this is how
I always saw us anyway.

- What the hell are you doing?
- Great.

Now you want to come
around and see me again.

You left a message that
said you'd be here.

What did you expect?

You're the one that
didn't want a commitment.

Remember? You had all
the reasons why not.

Lucinda: Fine.
This is what you get.

You had to make sure I'd find
out about it, too, didn't you?

Aaron: Didn't leave
anything to chance.

You leave word that
you have to see me.

You park in front of the house.

I mean, are you trying to tell
me something here or what?

Yes, Aaron, I am.

I'm trying to tell
you I feel neglected,

Lucinda: and this is the only
way I have of doing it.

I'm not as articulate
as you. Okay?

I just can't say
what I'm feeling.

Alright, look, why don't...

Why don't you come
out of the car,

and we'll go inside
and talk. Okay?

- Who's the guy?
- Arnold Becker. Aaron Fein.

How you doing, man?

Listen, I know this
is a little bit weird,

but I think Lucinda and I need
a little time together

- right now.
Lucinda: Really, Arnie.

- I think it's the best thing.
Aaron: You know something?

We're all going to be having
dinner together in six months

laughing about this.
Is it perfect?

I mean, it's LA, right?
[chuckles]

Roxanne: Hi,
you've reached Roxanne.

I'm not home right now, but
if you leave your name

and any brief message at
the sound of the beep,

I will get back to you.
Thank you and have a great day.

This is Arnold Becker.

I'm calling from Pico Boulevard,

where I've just pulled over
to the curb to wait out

the impulse to head due west
until I crash through

the guard rail of
the Pacific Coast Highway,

plunge to my death
in the ocean below.

I hope you're having a hell
of a good time in Hawaii.

[instrumental music]

Grace? Grace.

[music continues]

Grace: So, Micky, I wish I had
the courage to say this

to your face,
but I don't right now.

And I think that's okay.

Uh, I'm going away, Micky.

I-- I spoke to Rogoff,
and he's given me

an indefinite leave of absence,

and I love you,
and you know that,

but after everything
that's happened, I feel...

I feel so out of control
right now, and...

And I'm okay, I'm really okay

thanks to you, but
I think I need to be by myself

for a while, and I've
got a lot to think about.

You know?

A lot of stuff that I haven't
wanted to think about.

And I don't know
where I'm going to.

I don't know. Maybe up
north. Maybe New Mexico.

Micky, please. Please
don't worry about me. Okay?

Even if you don't hear
from me for a while,

as soon as I understand
what I really want,

I promise you'll be
the first one to know

because I love you so much.

I do.

Bye.

[theme music]