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[tapping]

Brackman: May we
move along, please?

Partners will convene
tomorrow at 10 a.m.

to review associate performance.

Brackman: Results of said review
to be communicated

to interested parties
in a timely manner.

Partner Review,
Clooney's 6 p.m.

[chuckling]

The door swings
both ways, Doug.

Next. A cautionary as regards
next Tuesday's election.

Brackman:
People, November eighth

is a full work day
like any other.

Let us not use this precious
right of democracy

as an excuse for tardiness.

Who're you voting for, Douglas?

That is between me
and my conscience.

Such as it is.

My read is Abby,
Victor, Jonathan...

Michael and Stuart
are Dukakis people,

Leland, Douglas,
Ann and I are for Bush.

Not that it's
any of your business,

but I happen to like
the other guy.

She's partial to short men.

[Abby chuckling]

Benny! Benny.

Who're you gonna vote for?

[stammers]
I'm not voting.

Kuzak: How come?

- I should-- I should...
Brackman: Hurrying along.

Brackman: Victor. Status on
Jennings v. Guard Alert, Inc.

I am putting Mr. Jennings
on the stand this morning.

Well, I thought the alarm
company had offered to settle.

Yeah, it's still on the table,
but I think that we have a shot

at a multi-million dollar
judgment here.

So, I'm advising the
Jennings to hang tough.

I don't know, Victor.
Fifteen minutes doesn't seem

like an unreasonable
amount of time

to respond to a panic alarm.

It is when you've
got a gun pointed to

your head and your
wife is being raped.

If you ask me, the only
way to stop these crazies

is to keep a three-fifty-seven
Magnum in the house.

Oh, come on. What are you going
to do? Say time out,

excuse me Mr. Rapist,
flag on the play

while I get my gun outa
the shoe box in the closet?

Carry it on you.

Now, that's a little paranoid,
don't you think?

- And it's illegal.
- It's not paranoid.

And it's only misdemeanor.

Yeah, right.
Until you shoot somebody.

I am a single woman
living with a small child

in a high crime area.
I would rather shoot someone

and take my chances with the
system than go through

the kind of nightmare
the Jennings went through.

Look, I'm not saying it
isn't scary out there,

but if you give in to
your fears and packing a gun,

you become part of the problem.

Kuzak: I couldn't live
like that, and I don't think

when push comes to shove,
that you could either.

[rustling]

[soft thud]

You're wrong.

Brackman: Excuse me.

- Is that thing loaded?
- Mm hmm.

Abby, do you honestly think
you could use that?

You could kill someone?

To protect my life,

or my son's life?

You bet your ass.

[theme music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

Ms. Stewart: I was
sitting in the theater

enjoying the performance
like everyone else.

When suddenly
I felt this little

flitter in my ear

and it was moist.

Did you have occasion,
Miss Stewart,

to determine the cause
of this wet flittering?

It was that man right there.

He was sticking his tongue
in and out of my left ear.

What did you do, ma'am?

Well, I told him to stop,
or I'd call the police.

Ms. Stewart:
I didn't want to make a scene,

you know,
in such a crowded place.

And did he stop?

For a while.

And all of a sudden,
there it was again.

Flitter.

- Flitter.
- Your Honor.

Objection
to the use of the term flitter.

- It's misleading.
Judge: Overruled.

Ms. Stewart, could you tell
us what happened after...

the second incident?

Well, I yelled.

That's when security came
and arrested him.

Thank you, ma'am.

Nothing further.

Miss Stewart.

Excuse me. Ms. Stewart.

Isn't it true that you
engaged in conversation

with my client prior to
this so-called incident?

Ms. Stewart: He engaged, not me.

He whispered into my ear
real creepy.

"Your perfume is
so intoxicating", he said.

Isn't it true that you
overreacted to this whole thing?

He stuck his tongue into my ear.

He was plunging away in there.

You don't think that leaping up
in a crowded theater

is not the slightest bit
over reactive?

I certainly do not.

Would you mind
telling us what you screamed?

Murder.

"Murder?"

It was a serious situation.

Now, who's going to help me
if I yell "tongue?"

[chuckling]

[whirring]

Excuse me.

Benny...

How come you're
not going to vote?

[telephone ringing]

Because I'm retarded.

Well, that doesn't mean
that you can't vote.

That's what the man
outside the supermarket said.

I don't think
that's true, Benny.

Yeah, it is, he said so.

Look...

if I could get you registered,

would you want to vote?

M-- my mom always said I
wasn't smart enough.

She was wrong, Benny.

You think?

Yeah.

So why do you say,
you want to give it a try?

[sighs]

I don't know how.

It's easy.

Hey, I'll show you.

[telephone ringing]

O-- okay, Mike.

Y-- yeah. I-- I wanna try.

Good. I got to do a little
checking, but...

I think that we have
a really good shot.

[Benny chuckles]

Keep your fingers crossed.

[telephone ringing]

[indistinct]

Hello you Goddess, you.

- Hi, David.
- Look at this.

- What is it?
- Aha.

See the tension device in here?

Pops it open into a
twelve-sided calendar...

Message on the top,
message on the bottom,

i.e. Seasons Greetings
from McKenzie, Brackman,

legal holidays
printed underneath...

maybe a metric
conversion table as well.

It sits on the desk or
folds flat for mailing in

a six-by-nine gummed
manila catalogue envelope.

Irv Resnik is my supplier.

Now, I love Irv, but he always
starts out with a problem.

First thing he tells me is,
it'll be three cents a unit

since he's using rubber
bands for his tension device.

I say Irv, please,
you're milking my lizard.

Do us both a favor and go
with elasticized nylon.

He says, "Not durable."

David: I say we have a grade
three laminated mailer here.

We're not putting
a man on the moon.

- Heh.
- Anyway...

To make a long story short,

I get the price down to
two cents a plus

and I buy his back inventory

of rubber bands
which one phone call later

is headed to the
largest newspaper

distributor in
Broward County.

Huh.

So... you free for lunch?

Oh, I don't have a
lot of free time, David.

It's really kind of
important, Roxanne.

I need to talk to you about
an extremely important matter.

Okay.

But no place fancy, alright?

[vehicles passing]

Jennings:
Yes, they grabbed me as soon as

I unlocked the front door.
And they pushed me inside.

And uh, one of the guys

held a gun to my head, and uh...

and actually both of them seemed
pretty crazy. You know, wild.

Was there anybody else
inside the house?

Yes, my wife was upstairs,
and she was just...

Jennings: she was just
tucking my little girl

in bed for the night.

I know that this is difficult
for you, Mr. Jennings.

But if you can, I'd like you
to be able to walk us through

everything that
happened that night.

Uh, one of the guys started
heading upstairs.

I told this other
guy that I better

deactivate the alarm
or it would go off.

This being the Guard
Alert Security System?

That's right.
Actually, it wasn't really on

but uh, I just needed an excuse

to get over there by the box.

Jennings: And in fact,
that's when

I punched in the panic code.

What is that, sir?

Well, it sends a silent alarm

back to Guard Alert...
their central station.

Jennings: It's suppose to tell
'em it's an emergency.

And does this panic code
do anything else?

Jennings:
Yes, actually, it does.

It activates this audio thing,

It's...

it's so that they can hear
everything

that's going on
inside your house.

My wife was being raped.

- Where the hell were you?
- Objection.

- It's a simple question!
- Mr. George.

Where the hell were you?

Mr. Jennings, that's enough.
Please, stop.

Excuse me.

I have no further
questions, your honor.

I am very sorry
for your tragedy, sir,

but isn't it true, while that
much of this was happening,

the Guard Alert
officer had already arrived

at your house and was, in fact,
securing the premises?

[sighs] Look, all I know is that

he wasn't inside
where he was needed.

Well, is it your testimony that

he should have tried
to enter the house?

No, I'm saying,

they advertised armed response.

Jennings: Now they knew
what was happening!

They could hear everything
on the audio.

Felix: Yes, they could and
I'll ask you again.

Is it your testimony,

that while this
"wild crazy" man,

had his gun in your mouth,

with his hand on the trigger,

that Guard Alert officer should
have stormed the premises?

I don't know. How am I
suppose to know that?

Well, isn't it possible
that had he charged in...

both you and your wife
might be dead?

I don't know.

Well, I want you to think about
that, Mr. Jennings.

Felix: Isn't it possible that
you would have been shot dead

by that wild man,
had the Guard Alert officer

tried to capture him?

I don't think I have
anything further.

Patsos: We immediately
dispatched a patrol,

which got there at 7:57,

eight minutes
after the alarm was received.

But why didn't your man go
inside, Mr. Patsos?

Because the intruders
were armed.

Patsos: Our policy under
those circumstances

is to secure the premises

and await
the arrival of the police.

And that's exactly what he did.

So then, is it your testimony
that your patrol guard

behaved properly?

Absolutely. If he had gone in,

innocent people
could have been killed.

Patsos:
As it turned out, nobody died

and the suspects were caught

I might also add,
that our audiotapes

helped secure a conviction.

I don't mean to minimize
the tragedy

suffered by these people.

But there
was nothing more we could do.

Thank you, sir.

Nothing further.

Here is your brochure,
Mr. Patsos.

The nice glossy pictures
of all your high tech security.

Show me the small print that
says you can't do anything.

- Felix: Objection.
- Sustained.

You sold yourself as being
better than the police.

- Didn't you?
- Not really--

Didn't you say your response
time is much faster than--

Yes, but let me--

Did you expressly tell my
clients that you could provide

better home security
than the department?

And we do.

And when it comes time for
action, what happens?

Your guard sits outside
waiting for the police.

Patsos: It would have
been crazy to go in there.

But the police went in.

The police who you build

yourself as being better than,
they went in.

If not for our alarm,

the police would never have
known to come.

Well, there are plenty
of alarms that can do that.

But you sold my clients
men with guns

who would come running
to their rescue.

Where the hell were they
that night?

Your clients are alive,
Counselor.

- You should be thankful.
Sifuentes: Yes, they are, sir.

They are alive with the memory
of a Guard Alert

security officer
picking his nose

on their front lawn while she
was being raped and sodomized.

- Felix: Objection.
- Counselor.

We sold them an armed response.

We gave them an armed response.

But didn't they think
that armed response

meant armed intervention?

I don't know what they thought.
I'm not a mind reader.

Well, did you tell them, sir,
that your company's policy

not to intervene
during violent crimes?

They didn't ask me.

They didn't ask you.

I have nothing further.

[door opens]

[indistinct voice over radio]

[door closes]

David asked me to marry him.

What?

He wants to marry me.

Arnie, what am I
supposed to do?

You love him?

I could grow to, probably.

Roxanne... are you in love?

No.

Well, then, I don't see
what the question is.

Well, people get married
all the time for reasons

that have nothing to do
with being in love.

Marriage without being
in love is totally bloodless.

And I know you.

You're not bloodless.

You want it all.

That yearning in the pit
of your stomach.

You're jealous if he even
talks to another woman.

You're miserable
when you're apart,

and you can't get enough
of them when you're not.

Sex...

That's got to be hot. Fiery.

Loud. Dangerous.

Sweaty.

That's what it's all about, Rox,
passion.

Arnie, I've held
your hand through...

through dozens of
passionate affairs,

and not one of them
has ended happily.

Well, that's the point.
Even a lousy, passionate

relationship is better
than no passion at all.

What about affection?

Common interests,
simple companionship.

- Get a dog.
- Financial well-being?

Roxanne,
that's okay for some people.

But we're different.

We're romantics.
We want it all.

We want it perfect. Or
what's the point of having it?

Look, [sighs]

you got to believe me.
I'm right.

Becker: He's a good guy.

But you don't want to marry him
just because he's a "good guy."

Benny... we're all set.

Tuesday morning,
ten o'clock.

- We go to court.
- C-- c-- court?

Yeah, we go in front of Judge
Lobel and we tell him that you--

You-- you-- you didn't
say I had to go to court.

I-- I-- I don't want
to go to court.

Benny, Benny.

Benny, this isn't
like the other time.

No one's saying you
did anything wrong.

I don't know.

All we're going to do
is ask the judge

if you can register late.

You still want to
vote, don't you?

- Yeah.
- Okay, then trust me.

- Okay.
- Heh.

Abby's a good lawyer, Douglas!

Brackman: Nobody's
saying she's not.

Look, it's not like we're
firing her or anything.

This is just a
recognition on our part

that she doesn't
cultivate clients,

she doesn't generate revenue

and that she probably
won't make partner.

What's so
earth-shattering about that?

If we decide that Abby
is not partnership material,

then we damn well have
an obligation to tell her that.

Not true.
We trained her.

We invested money in her.
We have every right

to a few productive
years before cutting her loose.

[exclaims]
That's despicable.

Ann, we all love her.

But the truth is,
you can't run a law firm

losing associates
after two years,

just when they finally
become profitable.

We are talking about Abby!

And anyway, this whole argument

is moot since as her friend,

I'm going to tell her exactly
what's been said.

You can't do that.

You have a fiduciary
responsibility

as a partner in
this firm not to--

Stick your fiduciary
responsibility, Douglas!

Alright, that's enough.

Now, look, our talk about
Abby's tenure is speculative.

It's only speculative.

McKenzie: Whether she makes
partner or not

turns more on her future
performance than her past.

So I would suggest
that we neither encourage

nor discourage her falsely.

Tell her what you like,
tell her what we don't,

and leave it at that.

Alright. Let's move on here.

Jonathan Rollins.

Ripley: Her perfume
was intoxicating.

So I lean towards
her and I told her so.

Did she respond?

Not verbally...

but she smiled softly,

almost imperceptibly.

So you interpreted
her reaction to be...

a form of encouragement?

Well, she wasn't
flirtatious or anything,

but I didn't get the impression

she was erecting
any walls either.

Michael:
Then what happened, sir?

Well...

then I sort of kissed her.

It was just a peck.

It wasn't a lick and
I'm very sorry, but...

[inhales deeply]

If my passion got...

well, a little out of hand...

it's only because I found you
compellingly beautiful.

Ripley:
That's the God's honest truth.

Michael Roitman: I have
nothing further to add.

You got a little unbridled
at Dodger Stadium

last year, too, didn't you?

Pardon?

April 18th. 1987.

You were ejected from the park

for tongue lashing an Usherette.

Michael Roitman: Objection.

And in February of the same year

an aerobics instructor...

That was completely reciprocal.

Your Honor, prior bad acts
are completely inadmissible!

Admissible to
show pattern, judge.

This man has been going
"flitter, flitter"

all over
Southern California!

- Michael: Objection.
- Overruled.

I want to hear this.

Van Owen:
Isn't it true, Mr. Ripley,

you've been intoxicated by

seven different women
in the last three years.

You must understand...

romance for me,
is very difficult.

Yes, I'm sure it gets very hard.

Objection.

Withdrawn.

[water flowing]

[reporter talking
on TV indistinctly]

[sharp inhale and exhale]

reporter on TV:
It seems an appropriate moment

to stand back and reflect

on the tenor of the campaign.

From this reporter then,
a few thoughts.

The parrying thrust between
candidates is brought forth

is far more heat than light.

David...

- Yeah.
- Kiss me.

Well, sure.

David, David.

- Put the popcorn away!
- Alright.

reporter on TV: Faced with this
swirling vortex of spin doctors

and focus group to arrive,

does not long for
political leadership

would say what they mean

and trust us to make up
our minds.

It isn't the plain
speaking traditions

of these united states,
but the political debate

between two highest office
seekers in the land.

[reporter talks
indistinctly on TV]

- David.
- What?

We've always been pretty honest

with each other in
our relationship.

Uh-huh.

And I want us to be honest
with each other now.

Right now?

David, you know
how I feel that I have...

I have great affection for you.

- Hmm-hmm.
- But...

But that I'm not
you know, I'm not...

- I'm not in love with you.
- Uh-huh.

And you keep saying
that that's okay.

But do you mean it?

Of course I do.

Don't you feel cheated?

Rox, you're good...

and kind and sexy,

and you're the best thing
that's ever happened to me.

Now, would I like it if you
thought I was a sexy guy?

Absolutely. Would I like it

if you were passionately
in love with me?

Hey, no question about it.

But... I'm not a sexy guy.

I know this.
I don't kid myself.

I'm a realist in this regard.

But you're here in this bed,

in my bed with me,

and that makes me the
luckiest guy in the world.

And you can live
with it that way?

Yes.

Well, then...

maybe we should.

What?

You know...

make it... official.

As in... married?

- Yes.
- When?

I don't know, um,

tonight, this weekend, soon.

You mean before you change
your mind?

I'm not going to change
my mind.

[soft music]

Oh, boy.

Oh, boy!

[car passing]

You should be less arrogant

and less independent, Jonathan.

I understand.

That having been said,

I will tell you,
it's our consensus

that you're an
exceptional talent,

one who's exceeded
our every expectation.

Brackman: We think that with
proper training and nurturing,

you could be an outstanding
lawyer with a long

and rewarding future
at this firm.

Thank you.

Send Miss Perkins
in on your way out.

Thank you both.

I hope she's not
packing her piece.

[knocking]

Another year,
another report card.

Brackman: Have a seat.

[door closes]

You've made nice progress, Abby.

The Rohner - Gradinger
deal was splendid.

Your research has been
consistently thorough

and the partners
feel you've contributed

significantly to every
case you've been a part of.

The problem of billable
hours remains, though.

Eighteen-hundred is low.

We know you're
putting in the time,

so either you're not
accounting for all your hours

or you're not billing the
clients for all your work.

Which would be heresy.

I've never felt it's fair

to bill a client for time
spent going down dead ends.

But I hear you.

We'd also like you to
concentrate

in the corporate department.

What?

We think we can operate more
efficiently

with specialization.

But I thought I'd be getting
to try more cases.

Not everyone
can be a litigator.

But that's exactly
what I want to be.

We don't think litigation
is your strongest suit.

One question.

Am I on the partnership
track here or not?

It's a little too early
for that determination.

Excuse me.
Based on my performance

during the last two years,

do you anticipate
that I will eventually be

invited to be a partner?

That's a premature question.

Give me a premature answer.

Ann?

At this time,
we don't anticipate

extending that invitation.

- But that doesn't--
- Thank you. Thank you.

I think I get the
gist of my review.

[door slams shut]

[phone ringing]

- Hey, Rox.
- Hey, Arnie.

- How was your weekend?
- I got married.

You what?

I got married.

In here.

[telephone ringing]

- You got married?
- Saturday night.

[door shuts]

[stammers]
I'm stunned. I-- I--

How could you do this to me?

What have I done to you?

You asked my counsel,
and I gave it to you.

Then you went out and you did
the exact opposite

of what I advised. How do you
think that makes me feel?

Roxanne: I don't believe you.

This is my wedding,
my marriage,

a-- and your only reaction is
me, me, me.

My reaction is disbelief.

You said yourself that you're
not in love with him.

You compromised,
y-- you gave up on...

romance and your dreams,
your passion.

Those things make up
your life, Arnie.

They have never been
a part of mine.

Roxanne: I-- I don't have
a-- a Rolodex of

available squeezes like you do.

It's been a long time
since anybody sent me flowers

or-- or whisked me off to the
Mauna Kea for romantic weekends.

I was broke. I was alone.
I had nothing.

And this man, he came along,
and he offered me a life.

A life which may not measure up
to a good time

by your standards, but damn it,
it's a hell of a lot better

than the one I had before.

[door shuts]

I knew the suspects were armed

and that a possible rape
was in progress.

Gary Maus: But there be no
discharge of any weapon

and loss of life
not been imminent.

I declined to enter
the dwelling for fear

of jeopardizing
the safety of the victims.

Felix: So what did you do?
Gary: I circled the premises.

Gary: Making note of
all possible exits.

I maintained constant
communication

with our central station,

which is monitoring everything
going on inside.

And when the police arrived,

I fully apprized
them of the same.

Mr. Maus, did you at any point

have an opportunity to prevent
this rape from occurring?

- No, sir, I did not.
- Thank you, that's all.

How old are you, sir?

- I'm 24 years of age.
- Twenty-four.

And how long have you been
working at Guard Alert?

Been with the company
for 11 months.

- And before that?
- Objection.

There's no relevance
to the witnesses' prior--

This is the armed guard, judge.

He is the essence
of the security company.

Sifuentes: I think that his
training and his background

is definitely relevant.

- I'll allow it.
Sifuentes: Thank you.

So I'm going to
ask again, Mr. Maus,

how were you employed
before Guard Alert?

I drove an ice cream truck.

And have you
received any training

in the field of security?

Yes. I attended Guard Alert's

own private academy,

where I received
extensive training

and CPR, first aid

and the use of firearms.

And when did you enter this
academy, sir?

In October of 1987.

And when did you graduate?

October of 1987.

Sifuentes:
And other than this extensive

two week stint at
Guard Alerts Academy,

did you receive any
other security training?

- No.
- Alright, Mr. Maus...

You once considered
becoming a police officer.

- Sifuentes: Is that right?
- I did.

Sifuentes: In fact, you took
the entrance exam

for the Los Angeles
Police Academy.

- Correct?
- Yes.

Please tell the court the
results

of that test, sir.

- I didn't qualify.
- You failed.

That has nothing to do
with that night.

Now, I made the right decision
not to go in.

Gary: Nobody got killed, and
we nailed the perps, remember?

Thank you.
Sir, on July 20th of this year,

you responded to another alarm

on Stradella Road
in Bel Air, is that correct?

It's possible.
I don't remember.

Well, according to your records,
and I'm gonna give you

a copy of your records
right now, you did.

And also, according to your
records, you once again...

determined a crime to be in
progress, that safety mandated

you not entering the premises
and in full accordance

with your training
and your discretion,

you once again waited outside

for the police to come in and
capture the intruder, right?

Yes.

Please identify this intruder

for the court, sir.

- It was a raccoon.
- But you nailed him, right?

Felix: Objection.
Sifuentes: Nothing further.

Oh-- oh, excuse me, that
was a full-grown raccoon?

Your Honor.

Judge Weeks: Sustained.

Judge Parker:
Stand up, Mr. Ripley.

Shock of shocks,
I'm finding you guilty.

Judge Parker: As for
sentencing--

May I be heard, Judge?

I'm listening.

I deeply apologize
for my behavior.

And I...

I really didn't mean
to scare anybody--

Well, like it or not,
that kind of

unprovoked criminal behavior

does scare people.

I know. And I'm getting help,
Your Honor.

I'm seeing a psychiatrist.

Mr. Ripley: I know what I did
was wrong, and I've got to stop.

- But, will you?
Mr. Ripley: I have to.

I don't want to go through
anything like this again.

Believe me.

Judge Parker: Ms. Van Owen?

Probation for a year.

Van Owen: Conditioned on
a psychiatric evaluation.

[indistinct chatter]

Kuzak: Counselor.

Van Owen: Counselor.

- What brings you here?
- Oh, lawyer stuff.

- And you?
- Ms. Van Owen?

Thank you. I know
you didn't have to do that.

Good luck, Mr. Ripley.

Thank you very much.

So, are you free tonight?

Well, I could be.

What do you have in mind?

Well, I thought maybe
a quiet little dinner,

we could rent a movie.
Who knows?

You're pretty boring, Kuzak.

How 'bout Magic Mountain?

What? Magic Mountain?

Yeah, they've got this
new thing, the "Ninja."

It's a trackless roller coaster.

[whispering] Excuse me...

what is that perfume
you're wearing?

Trackless?

I think it's called
"Surrender."

Yeah. Yeah, it's suspended.

It has no track.

- It's intoxicating.
- No track?

[whispers]
Overwhelming, compelling.

[sighs]

Yeah, uh...

so y-- you can't tell
when you're about to...

plunge off
the edge of the world.

Well, I think I'm more of a

bumper car kind of guy, myself.

That's the difference
between you and me.

You're a bumper at heart

and I'm a plunger.

We better do dinner.

- Look--
- Oh, for God's sakes!

And as that man shoved his
gun in Mr. Jenning's mouth...

threatening to
pull the trigger...

the Guard Alert
security guard...

sat outside.

Sifuentes:
As the other man repeatedly

violated Mrs. Jennings...

their security
guard sat outside.

And as a little
five-year-old girl

walked into that room...

to see her own mother being

viciously and violently raped...

he sat outside.

Now, this poor family
was being emotionally ruined,

probably for life...

...and their man
was sitting outside

reciting the company line,

"Nothing we can do".

You cannot accept their excuse
without validating it.

You cannot accept their excuse

without offering it up for use

by every other
security company out there,

maybe even your own.

And if you let them off,
ladies and gentlemen,

you'd be saying that it's okay
to charge thousands of dollars

to put 24-year-old ex-ice cream
salesman on patrol.

You'd be saying that it's okay
to promise safety,

to take the money,
and then to sit back

while a family
is being savagely ruined.

Or you can stop them
right now by saying,

"No, it's not okay."

By saying, "Yes, you
damn well better try harder."

So the next time
when it could be your house,

maybe they just won't
sit in your driveway

waiting for it to be over.

Do you want to do something
today that's gonna make us

all a little safer in our homes?

Then come back for the
plaintiff.

And come back big.

He wants you to believe

that they could have prevented
this tragedy.

Felix: And Mr. Sifuentes
and I both know...

that you desperately
want to believe this too.

Because if you can
convince yourselves

that security companies can stop

any and all crime in the home,

then you can continue
to cling to the futile hope

that this could
never happen to you.

If you can convince yourselves
that this occurred

only because an alarm
company dropped the ball...

then you can dismiss this
tragedy as an aberration

and thereby distance
yourselves from it.

But no matter how much you want
to believe that folks...

[chuckle] the facts in this case
won't let you.

Guard Alert's alarm worked
perfectly, that's undisputed.

Felix: They were there
in eight minutes.

You heard experienced
veteran police testify.

There was nothing Guard Alert
or any security company

could have done
to prevent this tragedy.

Now the facts tell you,

Guard alert
did everything they could.

Everything they promised.

And the facts tell you
that sometimes...

no matter what you do,

or how much you try...

the crime wave still rolls in.

You want to attach blame here?

Blame the tide.

[humming]

[intercom buzzing]
Yeah, Cindy?

[over intercom] Mr. McKenzie,

there's a Ms. Jennifer Kepler
to see you.

Send her in.

Jennifer.

Well--

Welcome home.

Thank you.

How was Europe?

Refreshing.

I'm sure it was.

When did you get back?

When the bar
results were announced.

Oh, of course. Congratulations.

You didn't answer
a single one of my calls.

I'm sorry.

I'm not usually a coward
when it comes to these things.

And I'm not usually
this aggressive.

But I thought we were
both feeling something special

for each other.

I thought we'd agreed
that when I returned

from Europe, we'd pursue it.

Jennifer...

Jennifer, you're...

you're a very special woman.

But...

it was after you left,

I realized that every
time we were together,

I was acutely aware of how

inappropriate
our relationship was.

There's nothing
inappropriate about two adults

who want to be together.

Yeah.

Jennifer,

I'm old enough
to be your father.

Now I find that
socially embarrassing.

And quite candidly, that's...

it's-- it's-- sexually,
it's-- it's frightening.

Well, I can't do much about your
social embarrassment, Leland.

But when it comes
to your sexual fear...

I can give you a hand there.

I just-- I just
don't know how I feel.

Well...

if you want to see me,
you know where you can find me.

If not, I just won't
bother you anymore.

[door closes]

- Hi.
- Good morning.

Well, I received a phone call

last night
from opposing counsel.

They are offering a million
settlement payable right now.

No admission of liability
on their part.

And a gag order.
So all the press gets told

is that we settled
for an undisclosed amount.

Well, this means they think
they're going to lose, right?

It means that
they're not confident.

But I have to be honest
with you, neither am I.

You think we should take it?

I don't see how we can't.

The jury could come
back with twice that amount,

but they could also
come back with nothing.

Mrs. Jennings: No.

Excuse me?

Mrs. Jennings: We're not
settling on those terms.

A million dollars is
a great offer.

Sifuentes: I think it would
be a great verdict.

They're not going to
sweep us to the back pages,

not after what happened to me.

- Marcia--
- No.

I want a public verdict.
I want them blamed.

With all due respect, how would
that further your interests?

People will know, damn it. God.

Every time I drive by
one of those protected houses,

and I see that
little sign out front,

"Property protected
by Guard Alert."

I just want to stop,
run up and bang on the door

and tell them.

Tell them they're not safe.

Tell them they'll never be safe!

- Honey.
- No, get away.

I want to get them out
in the open.

They're talking about--

No, you're talking
about a quiet settlement

and I won't do it.

I was raped

[crying]
and I want everybody to know it.

And I want everybody
to blame them.

And I won't be quiet.

I won't.

No! No!

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Okay. It's okay. It's alright.

[Mrs. Jennings sobbing]

Tell them the offer
is rejected, Mr. Sifuentes.

The law says he has
to register 29 days

before the election, Mr. Kuzak.

Which he would've done
if he hadn't been turned away

by one of the
registrar's volunteers.

Your Honor,
no disrespect intended,

but Mr. Stulwicz is retarded.

It doesn't disqualify
him from voting.

Understood,
but given his handicap,

it's quite conceivable
he was unable

to fill out the
registration forms,

which is grounds
for disqualification.

He was never given the chance
to fill out the form.

- You say so.
- He says so.

And you don't have anybody here
to contradict him.

Judge Lobel: Alright, gentlemen.

Mr. Stulwicz, what exactly

did the man at the registration
table say to you?

He-- he said I couldn't vote.

Had you begun to fill out

any of the registration
forms or papers?

No. He wouldn't let me.

What's your address,
Mr. Stulwicz?

12. Orange Grove Street,

Los Angeles, California, 90046.

When were you born?

July 5th, 1949.

Do you have a job?

I-- I work in the mail room of

McKenzie Brackman
Chaney and Kuzak.

Seems to me he's
capable of completing

registration, Mr. Montal.

Mr. Kuzak, I'm assuming
he's not on parole

and doesn't have a conservator
appointed for him?

That's right, judge.

Mr. Stulwicz...

Would you approach
the bench, please?

Do you know what
this election is for?

Yes, sir. It's so that

people can choose
who's going to be president

of the United States.

And this is something
you want to do?

Sure.

I'm one of the people.

This man is qualified
to vote, Mr. Montal.

Judge Lobel: And since I find
that he probably

was unlawfully denied
his right to register,

I'm ordering you to waive
the thirty day requirement

and register him right
now so he can vote today.

Judge Lobel: The clerk will
draft it, Mr. Kuzak.

Mr. Montal, get it done.

That's all.

Well, what-- what did he say?

He said you're going to vote.

[sighs in relief]

[instrumental music]

Has the jury reached
its verdict, Mr. Foreman?

We have, your Honor.

What say you?

On count one of the complaint

for the cause
of action of negligence,

we find in favor of
the defendant.

On count two of the complaint,

breach of contract,

we find in
favor of the plaintiff,

and order the defendant
to pay damages

in the amount of
two point four million dollars.

[uplifting music]

[upbeat music]

[clapping]

Thank you.

Yeah. Rox!

Congratulations to you both.

Thank you.

Two point four million.

Thirty-three percent.

We just made eight hundred
thousand dollars.

Victor, I toast your triumph.

Don't count it all yet, Doug.
I'm sure they're gonna appeal.

Nevertheless,
I needn't waste your time

telling you what
you already know...

that you're a most
valued member of our firm,

And all of us,
the partners that is...

consider you to be on a
very certain partnership track.

I'm flattered, Doug.

Thank you.

De nada, mi amigo.

Atta boy, Victor.

Thanks, Ann. [chuckles]

- Put your tongue in my ear.
- What?

Well, now that Ripley's behind
bars, someone's gotta do it.

- Come on.
- Alright.

No, wait. Sort of flick it...

In-- in and out.

[giggling]

- How's that?
- Oh, it's...

It's wet, it's--
gave me a little chill.

- I don't know.
- That good, huh?

Yeah. Maybe it's--

It's not so much a flick...

as it is a flitter.

- Try it again. Yeah.
- Flitter?

Oh!

Markowitz: Here they are.

Hey, congratulations,
both of you.

- Thank you.
- Great.

Thank you, I am the
luckiest guy in the world.

- I hope you'll be very happy.
- I know you do.

And I want you to know
how much we appreciate that.

You know,
we got a lot in common, Arnie.

We both love the same woman.

Fact, if I weren't
such a basically

together guy,
I might be a little jealous,

But I'm not.

I mean, hey, we're going to
be an extended family, right?

Right.

Excuse me.

Markowitz: Well, here she is.

Congratulations. It's great.

- Roxanne: Thank you.
- Is this something or what?

David: Look at us.
Four middle aged lovebirds.

Before too long, we're all
going to be up to our elbows

in disposable diapers and
tapioca pudding.

Am I right?

Well, we've been--
we've been talking about it.

Actually, we haven't yet,
but, boy, I'm ready.

Can't you see Rox with
a couple of little Meyers

running around the house?

You better get moving Ann,
I can hear that

biological clock ticking.

David...

Will you excuse us, please?

- Stuart, let's go home.
- Why? What's the matter?

Dave Meyer is insufferable.

What?
The biological clock remark?

- Yes.
Markowitz: Oh, Come on.

The doctor said it'll take
at least six months

to get pregnant, even a year.

Totally normal.

Markowitz: Don't get upset
over a dumb remark.

Kelsey: Stuart, maybe you
should get tested.

Me?

Ann, we've only been
trying for a few months.

It hasn't only been
a few months.

I stopped using birth control...

over a year ago.

Why didn't you tell me?

I don't know. I was afraid.

Afraid of what?
You know I want children.

I wasn't really
trying to get pregnant.

I guess I just wasn't,
not trying.

I don't even know if
I can get pregnant.

Have you been tested?

Never any reason to, before.

Well, there is now, isn't there?

Don't push me on this, okay?

I'm not pushing you.

But it does raise the
question, doesn't it?

Like, do you want to have
a baby or not?

Because if you're ambivalent,
forget about tests.

I'm not going to put
my-- my-- my heart,

or anything else
on the line here.

Mike.

Mike, it's getting late.

- I got to vote.
- Alright.

Let's go exercise your
constitutional right, Benny.

And when you're done with that,

Grace and I will take
you to dinner, okay?

Great! Let's go!

[vehicle approaching]

Benny... don't forget.

You slide the card
underneath the ballot,

then you take
the little pin-push

to make a hole next to the
candidate's name.

Okay.

And if you get nervous,

or you don't understand
something,

don't be afraid to ask for help.

You got your papers?

Ye-- yeah.

Okay...

In you go.

[intense music]

My name is Benny Stulwicz.

I'm-- I'm-- I'm here to vote.

Yes, Mr. Stulwicz,
we received a call

about you from
the registrar's office.

- Sign in here.
- Here you are.

Here's your ballot,

and you can vote in
that stall over there.

[uplifting music]

[punching]

Mike, I did it.

I voted.

[music continues]

[credits music]