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[indistinct chatter]

Brackman: First up,
the real estate syndication

for Alex Pappachristou.

I'm executing all the documents
today with counsel,

but Abby,
I'll need you to cover

the closing for me on Thursday.

I can't. I'm not free.

What do you mean
you're not free?

I mean I'm not free.

I have an appointment
Thursday afternoon.

This is a big client.

You mind telling me what on
earth could be

so important that you would--

I am interviewing for an
associate's position

at Sheer, Heilbronner.
And I'm not missing it.

You're still a valued member of
this family, Abby. And I--

Leland, this is not a family,
it's a law firm.

And you're only a "valued
member" here to the extent

that you are able
to generate revenue.

I'm free, Douglas,
I'll cover the closing.

Very well. Moving on
to Richardson vs. Richardson.

Motion to dismiss
this afternoon,

and I've never
even heard of it.

I just got it.

Our client, Matthew Richardson,
age thirteen,

was slapped by his father,
Kevin Richardson.

So Matthew slapped him
with a lawsuit

for assault and battery.

Wait a minute.

A kid is suing his own father?

He got a guardian ad-litem

and Legal Aid filed
the papers for him.

Later since he comes
from a rich family,

he was ruled ineligible
for the assistance.

So how'd we get it?

Camille Hendrickson
was the Legal Aid lawyer.

She's a personal friend,
she asked me to do it for her.

And naturally you accepted,
with no regard

as to how we'd be compensated.

Douglas, he's a child.

I'll probably be rid of it
by the end of the day.

This is great.
I can't wait till the day

when kids start divorcing
themselves from their parents.

At least you'll be able
to represent

your emotional
contemporaries for a change.

That was funny, Mike.

Excuse me, may I help you?

No. I just need to talk
to Leland for a minute.

- Jennifer?! I--
- Shh, Leland.

I just wanted
to thank you for last night

and to let you know that
if you have any anxiety

about your abilities...

you have absolutely nothing
to worry about.

Jennifer, now this-- this is
totally inappropriate!

Oh, come on, Leland,
no it's not.

This would be inappropriate.

Leland... Leland!

- Earth to Leland. Leland!
- Huh, uh?

- Are you listening?
- Of course, I'm listening.

I was uh... thinking about
another matter, that's all.

Let's move along,
there Douglas. Move along.

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And I can't help think
that a lawsuit

might do more harm than good.

He hit me hard, Ms. Kelsey.

He knocked me down.

But as I understand it, that is
the only time he ever hit you.

And you did swear at him first.

And maybe...

it just makes more sense
to forgive and forget

than dragging your whole
family into court.

Yeah, but when he punishes me,

he always tells me
it's for my own good.

Maybe this is for
his own good.

But a trial.

That's a really
big thing, Matthew.

He always taught me
to stand up for myself

if I was treated wrong.
I'm standing up now.

I'm doing what he taught me.

What if I get him to apologize?

[sighs]
He won't.

Let me try.

If I can't we'll go forward

with the hearing
this afternoon.

That would be really excellent.

Tell your mother to have you
at the courthouse by 3 o'clock.

Okay.

- See ya then.
- Bye.

Arnie? Can I talk to you
for a minute?

Little busy, Rox.
Can it wait till tomorrow?

It's important.

[sighs]
Okay. Let's hear it.

It's David's sister.

She split up from her husband
and she's afraid

he's gonna sell the house
and hide the money.

If you're about to ask me
to represent her, Roxanne.

- You can stop right there.
- Arnie--

- I am totally swamped.
- Arnie, please.

She's my sister-in-law,
my family.

She's desperate!
You gotta help her.

Okay, okay, okay.
When? My week is jammed.

Tomorrow lunch.

Don't I have something?

Yeah,
I'm having lunch with Monica.

That's social.
This is an emergency.

You can change it.

I have no statement
at this time.

Not now, please!
I'll be with you in a minute!

Excuse me.

- How you holding up?
- Fine.

I could do without
the police department

breathing down my back.

The guy killed two cops.

- They have an interest here.
- I know.

You need any help
or any back-up, just tell me.

No Bruce, I'm doing okay.

Nail him, Grace.

We can't afford
to lose this one.

I came running out as soon
as I heard the shots.

And I saw it.

What exactly did you see,
ma'am?

Blood. Everywhere.

And th...

[sighs]

I couldn't
even tell if they were men

because their faces...

I just saw the uniforms.

The blue uniforms
covered with blood.

What else did you see,
Mrs. Chesbro?

I saw a man running away.

It was dark but I could see he
had a gun.

He had it right in his hand.

And do you see that person

in the courtroom today?

- The defendant.
- Thank you, ma'am.

Nothing further.

This man you saw had his back

to you the entire time,
didn't he?

I could see him from the side.

From the side.
And...

When you singled out

my client in the
police lineup you said...

you couldn't be
a hundred percent sure, right?

Not a hundred percent, no.

And the following day, ma'am,

you reported
to the emergency room,

complaining of headaches
and numbness.

What did the
doctor tell you, Mrs. Chesbro?

He said I was suffering
from a mild form of shock.

From seeing the two bodies.

I see.

So when you
thought you saw my client

in the hallway that night,

and when you picked him out
later at the police station

you were suffering
from shock, weren't you?

Objection!
This woman is not a doctor.

Sustained.

Cullen: Under oath,
Mrs. Chesbro,

under oath.

It's possible the man you saw
in the hallway that night

was not my client, isn't it?

- It looked like him.
- It looked like him.

But it's possible
it wasn't him, isn't it?

Anything is possible.

Thank you, Mrs. Chesbro.

That's all.

Nelson: A parent has the right
to discipline a child!

Civil Code,
Section 203 states --

There's no statutory
authorization

for smashing a little boy
to the floor!

It was a parent
spanking his kid.

Judge London:
I, I must admit, Mrs. Kelsey.

this seems like a father
chastising his son, here.

Your honor, I don't mean
to vitiate parental discretion.

But the line was crossed.

We're talking about a hundred-
and-seventy-pound man

whacking a ninety-pound boy
to the ground.

Judge London: Young man.

Do you really want
to be suing your dad?

I'm willing to settle
for an apology, judge.

Cash
alternative, twenty-thousand.

This is ridiculous!

- Judge: Alright, hold on!
- Your Honor, if I may.

And you are?

Scott Reynolds,
also for the defendant,

you have my appearance.

Why does he need three lawyers?

I'm a corporate counsel,
Your Honor.

In as much as the alleged
assault took place

at Mr. , Richardson's place
of work,

our little plaintiff
had the ingenuity

to sue my client
in his capacity

as CEO of Weyburn Technology,

as well as personally.

And I'm attorney Robert Clark,

representing
Lifenet Insurance Company.

I, too, would like
to add my outrage

to the abrogation
of parental immunity

in this matter.

I'm so glad.

Reynolds: Your Honor,
with all due respect

to Ms. Kelsey's quixotic desire

to litigate frivolous claims,
we are clearly--

- I object to that!
Reynolds: I'm sorry.

But perhaps if
you'd read Goller vs. White,

the pre-eminent case
on point here,

you'd know that immunity exists

when the alleged negligence

involves the exercise
of parental authority.

Thank you.

And perhaps if
you'd reread Goller vs. White,

you'd see that
it's a Wisconsin case

decided over
twenty-five years ago,

which is not binding
in this jurisdiction.

You might also see that Goller
does not give parents the right

to be negligent,
but instead says

that they must act "within
reason.

Whacking a thirteen-year-old
to the ground

is not within reason,

and it's not
within the scope of Goller,

and if you ask me,
parading three lawyers

in here to misquote cases is a
hell of a lot more frivolous

than my client's
cause of action!

Alright, that's, that's enough.

Now, Mr. Nelson and group,

the case here is, colorable
and I can't dismiss it.

What I am going to do,
however, is order

expedited depositions
so that we can flush out

the facts quickly and maybe
settle this

before too much harm is, uh,

done to the family.

I'll see counsel in chambers.

- That was wicked.
- Thanks.

Hey, Dad! You goin' home now?

No, I have to go back to work.

Because of all this,
I'm running behind, Matthew.

Could you please
make him understand

how embarrassing this is?

I've tried. C'mon, let's go.

- Is he coming home for dinner?
- I don't know, honey.

Wasn't my lawyer great, Mom?

You think dad thought
she was good?

[indistinct chatter]

Ann... I, uh,
I just talked to the doctor.

He said you canceled tomorrow's
appointment.

Had to. I'm deposing Matthew's
father at two.

Ann, this guy's the

hottest infertility specialist
in town.

I had to pull all kinds
of strings

just to get the appointment
in the first place.

Stuart, I'll, I'll, reschedule

as soon as I dispose
of this case.

I thought you were going
to settle this case.

I tried,
but Mr. Richardson refuses

to apologize
and Matthew won't budge.

Oh, Ann, c'mon.

You know, Stuart, I kind
of admire the little bugger.

I mean, here he is standing up
for what he believes in against

the most powerful man
in the whole world.

- His own father.
- It's stupid.

You said yourself the kid's
just vying for attention.

That doesn't change the fact
that his cause of action

is legitimate.

And I don't think
Matthew should be the one

to cave just because
daddy can afford

three lawyers instead of one.

Markowitz: Oh, ho, ho, ho,

Now we have it.

You see yourself
as little Miss Underdog,

three against one and
you're gonna move them out.

I see myself as a lawyer
representing her client.

Yeah? Well,
I see a hardball litigator,

losing the forest
for the trees.

Thank you.
You many leave now.

conveniently schedules
a deposition

at the exact moment she's
supposed to visit the doctor.

That's right, Stuart,
I orchestrated

this whole trial just to avoid
a stupid fertility test!

Ann, you don't want to
find out what's wrong?

You don't want to ever
have a baby? That's fine!

- Fine!
- Fine!

I was arrested
for suspected assault.

And they put me in the
cell right next to his.

And you said that you and the
defendant knew each other?

Off and on, about six years.

Not best friends or nothin' but

yeah, we know each other.

And did you and Mr. Torrey have
a conversation

that night pertaining to--

Your Honor, I renew my objec--

Overruled, for the fourth time
and if you object once more

to this, Mr. Cullen,
I will cite you for contempt!

Mr. Marchant. I want you to
tell the court

what Mr. Torrey told you
that night in the cell.

- He said he did two cops.
- That's a lie!

- Judge: Sit down, sir!
- He's lying!

Sit down,
or I will have you removed.

Continue, Mr. Marchant.

He said he was
in the apartment building,

waitin' to move some crack.

When these two cops
come busting down the corridor.

And he was braggin'...

'bout how he killed 'em.

How was he bragging, sir?

He was saying

how cop skulls pop different
than other peoples.

He said he shot one
right in the eye

and... the
could see the bull's brains

splatter out the back
of his head.

He said both their heads
just kind of exploded.

Thank you, sir.

Nothing further.

You were arrested that night
for aggravated assault,

isn't that right?

Yeah.

- Pardon me?
- Yeah.

Well, you made a deal,

whereby they'd reduce
the charges

to simple assault
if you'd testify

against my client, right?

Everything I said's the truth.

Everything you've said is
a blatant lie!

You made up the whole story
to spare yourself jail time!

- Objection!
- Overruled!

He did the cops!

You've been arrested
and convicted

on four separate occasions,
haven't you?

- Van: Your Honor--
Cullen: Goes to credibility

of the witness, judge!
This man's a convicted felon!

- I'll allow it.
- Robbery!

Attempted rape!

Assault!

Tell me, why should
the jury bother

to believe a lying criminal
like you?

- Objection!
Judge: Sustained!

Ten-minute recess, judge,
illness of counsel.

This witness makes me sick.

- Hey!
- That will do, Mr. Cullen!

The jury is instructed to
disregard that last remark.

[siren wailing]

What's disturbing is
she's blaming us.

She thinks we're discriminating
against youth.

- Are you sure you're not?
- Oh, come on.

Jonathan Rollins
is younger than she is.

Well, maybe you're just
discriminating

against younger women.

Why, you know that isn't so.

Are you telling me you've never
been predisposed

to dismiss a woman simply
because she was, say,

twenty-five years old?

You're talking about something
completely different.

I am talking about a man

who makes certain presumptions
about women,

about how he might
interact with women

solely on the basis of age.

You're the
beloved senior partner, Leland.

It wouldn't be
at all surprising

if a few of your
value judgments

trickled down
through the firm.

McKenzie Brackman
is not sexist.

How many women partners
do you have?

One.

And in the firm's history,

how many female partners?

One. But--

Do you have
a maternity leave policy?

No. Because--

Because the ol' boys probably
never contemplated

a partner giving birth.

Because you never contemplated
a partner having ovaries.

Jennifer, You are wrong.

Leland, I adore you,
you know that.

And for the most part,
I think

you are incredibly
open- minded.

But when I hear you
talk about Abby...

it's like
you see her as a daughter

or a niece.

I never get the feeling

you see her as another lawyer.

And if she's as bright
as you say she is,

she has to sense that.

And as soon as I started
my own business

the big building contractor
couldn't take the competition.

Gesundheit.

It's absolutely true
what she says.

I watched it happen.
As she became

less dependent on him,

he became impossible
to deal with.

But impossible.

You think
I don't feel terrible

about having to come stay with
my brother and his new wife?

It's my dog that's making him
suffer like this.

Has he locked you
out of the house?

He didn't have to. He just
turned off all the utilities.

Now how can
I conduct business from there?

You see, the house
is community property, Arnie.

And I think
Madeline's biggest fear,

Madeline you correct me here
if I'm wrong,

but I think her central,
biggest fear

is that he'll sell it
and bury the proceeds,

and she won't have any means
to satisfy a judgment.

Just like he's buried
everything else.

Oh, what--
you think what he shows

on his tax returns or his bank
statements is everything?

But you can get this real
estate attachment, right?

Or you can make sure that
she gets her chunk of the sale.

Which would be really great

because my business
is at a critical point,

and my share of the sale would
really allow it to explode.

Madeline is really
quite an entrepreneur.

Hey, I wanted her
to join my company.

[chuckles] Please.

I love my brother but direct
mail bores me to distraction.

No, I started my own business.

It's called Aisle Master.

You have a product,
I get it into the supermarket.

Did I tell you
about the lamb chop analogs?

Yeah, a processor
from Sunnymeads has lamb chops

he makes them from spun
soybean fiber and wheat gluten.

I place them in six locations
in the Simi Valley.

Cannot keep them
on the shelves.

She did the same thing
with a skeptically packaged

guava shakes in Chula Vista,

with chutney-flavored potato
crisps in Fullerton...

Oh. Oh, tell them about
the carbonated milk.

Oh, I have
an even better one.

Arnie, I notice you leave over

the dark meat on your chicken.

- Uh, uh, yeah, I was gonna--
- Well, a great many people do.

Now you can't make an
all- white-meat chicken.

[both chuckle]

But I have a client who has
the next best thing.

He takes the dark meat,
perforates it, okay?

Then he runs it through a
solution of hydrogen peroxide,

then he shapes it into fillets,
breasts, drum sticks,

mini-drumsticks, patties,
giblets, what have you!

This is the first I'm hearing
about this.

Madeline: It's gonna be huge,
huge.

But I need to
build an organization

and that takes money.

Now, this is a client you can
grow with, am I right?

This is what
careers are made of.

Well, I was never in that
building. Never.

So...

why did you start running

when you saw the police?

Well, I was carryin' drugs.

I thought it was a bust.

I thought maybe somebody
set me up.

Next thing I know,
I'm being handcuffed

and they tellin me
I killed two cops.

- Did you?
- No chance!

Look, I ain't
no great citizen or nothing.

But no way
I'd ever shoot a cop.

'Cause everybody
knows... you kill a cop,

then they get you.

You heard Mr. Marchant tell
this court--

Torrey: Yeah,
well he was lying.

He asked me what I was in for
and I told him.

I never said I did it.

- You're quite certain?
- I'm positive.

Cause even if I was
crazy enough to kill a cop,

I wouldn't be so dumb
as to tell someone like him

who I hardly know.
The man is lying.

He knows it. I know it.
And God knows it.

Cullen: Thank you, sir.
Your witness.

You never told him anything
about the killings?

I didn't know nothing to tell.

So when Mr. Marchant came out
of the cell and told the police

how one of the victims
was shot in the eye,

that must have been
just an incredible guess.

Well, maybe he heard it from
some cops who brought him in.

No, sir.

The police themselves
didn't know

until the autopsy
report came out 48 hours later.

He could only have heard it
from you.

He was lying.

Mr. Torrey. What happened to
these drugs you were carrying?

I tossed 'em,
I heard the police coming

I started
running and I chucked 'em.

But the police searched the area
and found nothing.

Well, maybe they didn't search
too good.

Two of their colleagues
were murdered, Mr. Torrey.

And you don't think
they searched too good?

- Objection.
- Sustained.

This was a double cop killing,
Mr. Torrey,

they combed the area for
three days and found nothing!

Because you didn't
just casually

toss those drugs
away when you saw them.

You very carefully
disposed of them

before the police arrived!

Objection!

Along with the gun and the
gloves you were wearing.

- Objection!
- Overruled!

Look, I never had any gun
or gloves!

Mr. Torrey.
You said you started running

when you heard the sirens

and you saw the
police coming at you, right?

Yeah.

But according to the officers
in that unit,

you were already running
before they put on the sirens,

before they shined
the lights on you.

Would they be
liars too, Mr. Torrey?

Probably.

Gee, between them

and Mr. Marchant
and Ms. Chesbro

you'd think with all those liars
and all those lies,

we'd be able to trip them up
at least once.

Isn't it funny, the only one

we've been able to trip up
is you,

the one man telling the truth.

Wouldn't it be
historically funny

if you turned out
to be the liar?

Cullen: Objection!
Judge: Ms. Van Owen--

On the other hand, murderers
lie all the time, don't they?

- Objection!
- Nothing further.

[dramatic music]

How did your interview go?

Okay.

It's been suggested to me that

maybe we made some unfair

presumptions about you, Abby.

I know. I was the one
who suggested it.

Well, this came from someone
else, actually.

You know, when you first came
to this firm,

your personal life fell right
down to our doorstep.

The divorce,
which Arnie represented you...

the kidnapping of your son,

which became
everybody's crisis.

Between your personal tragedies

and the fact that we've all
invested in you

so much, personally...

maybe we neglected to regard
you enough, professionally.

While that may
have been your fault,

I suspect that it's ours
as well.

I just want you to know

that your review was just that.

A review.

We haven't made any
final decisions.

I'm afraid I have, Leland.
I'm leaving.

For Sheer, Heilbronner?

No,

if I join another law firm,

I'm not going to be improving
my stock any.

I won't get any guarantees.

I'll just be working
longer hours

for partners I care less about,

who in addition to wanting
my blood, sweat and tears,

are also gonna be wanting
my urine.

- Sorry, I don't, a--
- Drug testing.

Sheer, Heilbronner actually
wanted a urine sample.

So, you're not going there

then where?

Solo. I'm going to to hang out
a single.

Oh, you can't be serious.

Life in a law firm doesn't
really suit me, Leland.

- I'm gonna open my own office.
- Abby.

The odds against that...
why they're enormous.

This is the only way
that I will get a chance

to be the kind of lawyer
that I want to be.

Or find out that I can't be.

- Yeah, but it--
- I know.

I know, there are a thousand
good reasons not to do it.

I'm going to do it anyway.

As they say, it's a big world
out there, Abby.

I'm a big girl, Leland.

Here's your bloody
restraining order.

Your sister-in-law's husband
cant sell the house now.

- I hope you're happy.
- You did it!

Yeah, well I had to sit in
motion session for

over an hour and missed
a couple of appointments

and probably lost
some prospective client,

and I scuffed by Pachiodies
coming out

of the God
awful court house.

Benny. Could you get a shine
on those as soon as possible.

I really appreciate this.
Oh, Arnie.

Never mind. Rox, just bring me
my briefcase--

- Aahhh!
- Sit, Oliver!

- Sit.
- What... what the... Rox,

would you get this off my

Rox what is this thing
doing in my office?

David's allergy took a turn
for the worse

so I had to get him
out of the house.

- So I brought him here.
- Oh, so you brought him here?

Can't you keep him, Arnie?
Just for a day or so?

No I can't. Get rid of him.

It's an emergency
or I wouldn't ask you.

Roxanne!

If I wasn't in a pinch, Arnie,

I wouldn't ask.
Can't you help me out?

- No!
- Arnie!

Look, first you marry him!

Then it's his sister! Now it's
his sister-in-law's dog!

What's it going to be next,
Roxanne?

Oh, God.

I just stepped in
something brown.

Bad dog, Oliver.
Bad dog, bad dog.

My French lisle socks.

Shame. Shame.

Richardson: He kept showing up
at my office unannounced

when I told him not to.
And this time

it was right before
a hugely important meeting.

I came in after the meeting.

It was before, Matthew.

Matthew, please.

So what happened after you
asked him to leave?

We had words, which escalated

into his swearing at me.
He swore at his own father.

And so you slapped him.

He was extremely disrespectful.

I feel I was fully justified in
disciplining him.

What?

If you have something to say,
young man, just tell me.

I beg your pardon.
He does not have to tell you.

And I'd appreciate it if,
for the rest of this deposition

you do not speak directly
to my client.

- He's my son!
- Kevin--

She's telling me not
to talk to my son.

That's exactly
what I'm telling you

and if you don't cooperate,
I'll suspend this proceeding

and get a court order.

What the hell is this?

Ms. Kelsey, that won't be
necessary.

She's going to get an
injunction to stop me

from having a conversation
with my own kid?

It's not conversation. It's
threats and intimidation and--

- Have I ever threatened you?
- You hit me.

- You hit me!
- Mr. Richardson, I--

You kicked me
in the shins last year.

- Stop talking to him!
- Did I sue you?

You shouldn't have knocked me
down like that!

Mathew. Stop!

[indistinct yelling]

Hey! Hey!

You people are unbelievable.

- Who the hell are you?
- Stuart, please--

My name is Stuart Markowitz.

I'm a lawyer in this law firm
you happen to be disrupting.

Fine, now, if you'll excuse us,

this happens to be
a private matter.

No, excuse me,
it's a public matter!

The problem may be domestic,

but when you waltz it
into a courtroom,

it becomes
public, doesn't it?

He, he's the one who brought it
into the courtroom.

And you're the one
who hit him.

- Who is this guy?
- I told you who I am.

Your son is thirteen years old,
Mr. Richardson .

He's intelligent,
he's articulate...

I don't think you need violence
to express yourself with him.

And it seems to me,
when a father

works sixteen-hour days,
including weekends,

he's never home,
it's not such a criminal act

for his son to drop by his
office now

and then for a visit
with the old man.

And you
might think about this...

Come home every now and then

to play a little catch
in the back yard,

then maybe he won't have
to schedule the deposition

just to spend a little time
with you.

Look at the two of you.
Look at you.

You're sitting here like
you think you're right,

like you're proud
of yourselves.

You should be ashamed.

Fathers and sons...

Fathers and sons
hug each other.

They don't sue one another.

And any man who loved his wife,

and any son who loved
his mother...

they could never
put her through anything

as painful and destructive
as this.

Not in a million years.

Ms. Kelsey.

If it's alright

with your client,

I'd like to schedule
a settlement conference.

Perhaps for tomorrow.

That would be fine.

Ms. Van Owen? Peter Duble.

Attorney for your star witness,
Geoffrey Marchant.

Sorry to bother you, I know
you're in the middle

of a trial here, but ah,

I got a little problem
with the deal

my client cut with you folks.

Seems they
want to ship him to Vacaville

when he was promised
minimum security.

I wasn't the D.A. on his case,
Mr. Duble.

I understand but you are
the D.A.

on the case he's delivered for.

He did his part, at great
personal risk, I might add.

And I'd be happy to vouch
for his cooperation.

Other than that,
it's not up to me.

I might remind you, that when
this case gets appealed,

and death cases always do,

you might need his
testimony again

and he might not be
so inclined to help.

- Is that a threat, Mr. Duble?
- No threat.

I just don't see much fairness
going on around here.

When you sent him in there
to milk that confession--

What do you mean,
when we sent him in?

You know what I mean.
Torrey asked for his lawyer.

You guys had
to stop questioning him.

So you sent my guy in there
to squeeze the song.

- And you promised--
- Are you telling me

that the police deliberately
put your client

in that cell so that he
could extract that confession?

What, Rogoff didn't tell you?

There was never a real reason
to tell you!

That's crap!

You have me
prosecuting a case

with an illegal confession

and there's
no reason to tell me?

You would've thrown Marchant's

testimony out, Grace.

Damn right I would've!

He went in there as a police
agent, for God's sake!

The whole thing
is unconstitutional.

And Torrey should get
a new trial.

Yes.

Which we'd never win
without Marchant.

Mrs. Chesbro's I.D.
is shaky at best!

Oh my gosh,
he should be kicked right--

Look, I wasn't there,

if I'd of been there
I would've stopped it!

But look at the choice we got!

We either go
with this confession

or we turn a
cold blooded murderer loose.

This prosecution
is completely illegal

and I won't have
a part of it!

- Grace, for God's sakes--
- I'm dismissing the case.

You listen to me!

There isn't a shred of doubt
that he did it!

We've been after this bastard
for six years!

Bruce!

He killed these two cops, Grace!

He's been linked to half
a dozen drug-related murders.

- It doesn't justify --
- Kidnapping.

Rape as a juvenile!

We missed a murder rap in '85

because
of a warrantless search.

It doesn't make a damn bit
of difference!

Not in your Ivy league
textbook maybe,

but in the real world it makes
one hell of a difference!

Kids die of overdoses
because of Lyle Torrey.

Cops' wives get widowed.

He's a stone killer!

I can't ditch my professional
responsibility.

- I am a district attorney.
- So am I.

You know damn well
I've never done this before

and I probably
never will again.

But this once, this once,

I've decided
to look the other way.

And I'm telling you, I can't!

If you dismiss the case,

you take me down,

you take the department down,

and you put
a cold-blooded murderer

back on the street,

who will surely kill again.

You're telling me

to prosecute

with an unconstitutional
confession.

You're telling me
to break the law.

I'm not telling you anything.

I'm just hoping
to God you remember

you're a public servant.

And you'll do the thing that
serves the public best here.

Cullen: No fingerprints.

No reliable witnesses.

No residue indicating
he'd ever fired a gun.

Nothing,

except the
unsubstantiated say-so

of a convicted felon,

desperately trying to reduce
his own jail time.

The only verdict,

the only verdict supported
by the facts before you...

is not guilty.

Lyle Torrey is innocent.

Thank you.

Ms. Van Owen?

This is not an easy job.

Standing up here day after day,

convincing people like you
to punish other people.

And many times...

the evidence or
circumstances are such...

that it is

hard for me to be totally
unconflicted.

This is not one of those times.

Lyle Torrey is

a cold-blooded, killer.

No evidence, says his lawyer.

Well, how about a witness

who saw him running away
from the bodies

with a gun in his hand?

How about the policemen

who spotted him
running away from the area?

And yes how about the testimony
of Geoffrey Marchant,

who heard the defendant admit
to the killings,

and then gloat as to how
policemen's skulls pop?

Defense counsel says that
Geoffrey Marchant is lying.

But consider this.

He had the facts,

the accurate facts,

when he came out
of that holding cell.

There was only
one possible source

for those details.

It is the man sitting
right over there.

It's the man who splattered
the heads

of officers Gregory Britz
and Thomas Murray

who widowed these two women.

The man who was

sick enough to commit murder,

and then stupid enough
to brag about it.

Lyle Torrey is a vicious
and violent murderer.

Find him guilty.

Kelsey: And at all times
hereafter,

defendant agrees to accommodate

reasonable office visitations
by plaintiff.

Conditioned on three-hour
express notice

by plaintiff to defendant
with regard to said visitation.

Agreed.

No profanity shall hereinafter

be directed by the plaintiff
towards the defendant.

Agreed.

No corporal punishment
shall be issued

by the defendant
upon the plaintiff.

Agreed.

Well, I think that's
about all of it.

Not quite.

When I come upstairs to kiss
the plaintiff

goodnight, no claiming
by the plaintiff

that said plaintiff
is too old for that.

- Dad!
- Never mind "Dad."

I want it written right into
the settlement.

No kissing me in front
of other people.

- Ever!
- Except your mother.

Agreed.

Now let's go and get some lunch

while the lawyers do
all the paperwork.

We'll be back in
about an hour, okay?

Agreed.

was gonna hold out for five
Dodger games this summer

but my lawyer said "No."

Yeah, well I had a clause

requiring you to paint
the garage.

- Get out!
- No kidding.

The language was drafted.

He's bulldozing the house!

- What?
- Freddy!

He is furious about
the restraining order.

He's out there plowing the house
down with a bulldozer!

- You gotta get out there!
- I can't!

- I'm in the middle of--
- He's gonna level the house!

Dammit, Roxanne!

You got to get out there right
now. Come on.

This is unbelievable!

Alright, uh, call the police

and have them meet me there.

You're coming with me
you stupid mutt.

I'm gonna leave
you there!! Come on, down.

- Hurry!
- I'm hurrying!

[dog barks]

[engine revving]

Do something!
You've got to do something!

Stay! Stay!

Hey, why aren't
you stopping him?!

He's got a permit.
It's all legit.

Look, I've got a court order
on this house!

You can't do this,
you've got to stop it!

No, no, this just says
he can't sell it.

Doesn't say anything
about bulldozing it.

This is a catastrophe!

Arnie, you can't let him!
Arnie!

- Shut up!
- The slime!

David!

This enjoins him from
encumbering the property!

This demolition
clearly circumvents

the underlying spirit
of the order!

Now look, Pal,
I can sympathize,

but I don't know
anything about circumventing

spirits here, alright.

- It means--
- Now listen, what I do know

is he's got a legitimate

construction demolition
permit that--

[clamoring]

Madeline: He's heading
for the kitchen with my new

granite counter tops!!

Arnie? Arnie?

That bulldozer is, is
unregistered!!

It's what?

Do you see a flatbed
around here?

Well, he must have
driven it on the street.

It's not registered!

Keep them here!

[whistles]
Hey, hey!

D'you drive this thing
on the street?

So what? I got a permit!

Not to operate
on a public way, you don't.

Well, just get out of the way.

Stop the vehicle now!

I am completely legal!

That pinstripe is full of--

Stop the vehicle now!

Now listen,
we're gonna stop all this

until we find out
if your permit

supersedes his court order
or vice versa.

No, no more legal crap!
That house is coming down!

Back it up or you're
going to jail.

Simple as that.
Now back it up.

You damn lawyers! I'm so sick
of you lawyers!

Hey, it's over!

Now back it up!

He was just about
to level the sun room.

[engine revving]

Listen, if I were you, I'd get
the court

to clarify
this order of yours.

'Cause I don't see
nothing to keep this guy

from plowing the joint.

[crashing]

- My dog!
- My Porsche!

In the matter of People
vs. Lyle Torrey,

criminal complaint number
three-three-seven-three,

we find the defendant,
Lyle Torrey,

guilty of murder
in the first degree.

On the question of special
circumstances, Ms. Foreman,

how does the jury find?

We find special circumstances
to exist.

Ms. Van Owen?

Any modification
to your sentencing request?

- No, Your Honor.
- Judge: Very well.

Members of the jury, we will
reconvene tomorrow at 10 a.m.

for the penalty phase,

where you will decide between
life imprisonment

and the district attorney's
request

that the defendant be
sentenced to death.

That's all.
We're adjourned.

Mr. Rogoff, Mr. Rogoff,

what's your reaction
to the verdict?

A guilty man was convicted.

It's rewarding to see

that the system works,
and justice was served.

And Ms. Van Owen,

would you like to make
a statement at this time?

We are very happy
with the jury's verdict.

Did you think that--

I'm sure that Mr. Rogoff can
handle all of your questions.

If you'll excuse me.

You know you really ought
to try and contain yourself,

- Gracie.
- It's just one case.

You expect
me to break into verse?

It's a huge case. You should
be thrilled to have won it.

I am. I'm thrilled.

Hey. Counselor. What's wrong?

Nothing.
I'm just really tired.

You sure that's all?

Yeah. That's all.

[instrumental music]

- Coming to bed?
- In a little bit.

You wanna talk about it?

I just keep thinking about

what you did
in that conference room.

And what I did.

And?

You're going to be such
a wonderful father, Stuart.

And I'm going to be
such a crummy mother.

You know
what they say... hmm?

It's okay
to have a crummy mother

if you have a really
wonderful father.

I just keep thinking, maybe

I'm not meant to be pregnant.

Maybe I'm not meant
to be a parent.

C'mon honey, that's silly.

I'm not so sure.

There's a reason for
everything, you know.

You see.

You're gonna be a mom
and I'm gonna be a dad.

And we're gonna have a kid.

And it's gonna grow up...

and it's gonna love you...

as much as I do right now.

[instrumental music]

All we gotta do is
keep trying. Hmm?

[music continues]

It, it's

just all the hours
I've wasted on this thing.

I, I have to work late tonight,
Monica.

Well, I'm sorry that
you feel that way.

Yeah, yeah,
you have a nice week, too.

Okay, yeah--

Bye.

Arnie?

What are you doing here
at this hour

and what could you
possibly want now?

I have a little surprise
for you.

[Oliver barks]

Oliver! You're alive!

Oh, careful--

The police found him.

I just thought you might
like to know.

We're going to keep him
in the garage. C'mon boy.

What the hell.

I can keep him
for another day.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

I can use him to scare away
a few noisy cats.

Goodnight, Arnie.

Thanks again for everything.

Okay.

If you ever run away again

I thought you were dead!
C'mere, c'mere.

Yeah, yeah,

you're so ugly.

Yeah... good boy.

I missed you.

Oh, Oliver.

Rox! Rox!

Roxanne!

[theme music]