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It's a simple procedure.

You ejaculate
into the container.

[chuckles] We do a few tests to
measure your sperm count,

see how many live ones you have,
how well they swim.

I gotta tell you, this is
a little embarrassing for me.

Which is exactly
why we try to create

a totally private environment.

We have a very nice room.

You throw a deadbolt,
red light goes on.

And believe me,
no matter how long it takes,

as long as that light is on,
no one is going to disturb you.

Yeah, right. [chuckle]

Did you ever try and drink
a cup of coffee

while the waitress
is waiting for the table?

[both chuckle]

No, no, no.
We have three rooms.

If you need an hour,
take an hour.

If you need two hours,
take two hours.

Uh, I don't think time
is a problem.

Ah, well, if you're worried
about stimulation,

we have a... a variety
of magazines in there

from Playboy to Penthouse, uh,

Sports Illustrated
with the bathing suits and...

just some more
hard-core publications

if that's what your
tastes run to.

[sighs] Rosalind?

Well. [chuckles] I guess I'll
give it the old college try.

It wasn't really my
sport, but, um...

We have a shelf full of
X-rated video tapes.

Watch them. Enjoy them.

And, uh, let nature
take its course.

[Markowitz inhales deeply]

Rosalind, show Mr. Markowitz
to a room, please.

Rosalind: Follow me.

You, uh, come here often?

Never mind.

This is very strange.

Rosalind: I don't think
it's strange at all.

Sackheim: Aye, aye, aye, aye...

Okay, now there's
a buzzer inside.

Call me if you need
anything, alright?

- Yeah.
Sackheim: Aye!

Rosalind: Mr. Sackheim,
is everything alright?

Aye, aye, aye, I can't get
the lid off the jar.

[theme music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

David: Rox!

Rox, you gotta hear this.

Can we talk about it tonight,
Dave? I'm running late.

You've heard the expression,
"If you have lemons,

make lemonade?"

- Textbook case.
- Please, honey, not now.

Well, just let me tell you
what happened.

Seth Rosenkrantz
called a couple of weeks ago.

- I told you about him.
- David...

Anyway, to make
a long story short,

he calls me
from Paramus, New Jersey,

where he's got
most of his operations,

to say that he is stuck
with a warehouse

full of audio cassettes.

One side is
environmental ocean sounds,

and the other is
subliminal self-hypnosis

for getting rid of
facial twitching.

Now, you put it into a unit
with auto-reverse

and you play it in your sleep.
The trouble is,

the whole thing is recorded
at the wrong speed.

The hypnosis sounds like
Alvin and the Chipmunks

and the ocean sounds like
the Indianapolis five Hundred.

Are we out of milk?

[whistles]

David: So, I take them off
his hands for a nickel each,

I pay a recording studio
eleven hundred dollars

to degauss and record
my latest offering.

P.S. I have a shot at a three
and a half percent response

and very possibly
a Silver Echo award as well,

because, you see, instead of
sending out a letter,

I'm sending out a cassette.

Now, you have got to hear this.

Dave, I really can't concentrate
right now.

It'll only take a minute.

All I want to do right now,

is get ready for work.

[tape rewinding]
Well, just listen to it

while you have your coffee.
How much am I asking?

Do me a favor.

Don't ask anything.

Just let me clomp around
and get myself together

and don't ask anything.

One listen. One listen.

[music on device]

David: Whoever you are,

please don't waste
one more second

listening to this tape
unless like

thousands of satisfied
customers you too long...

David!

David: ...smelling home at a

fraction of the prices charged

by leading department store...

[telephone ringing]

Hi. How was the appointment?

Actually, it was not bad.

They have,
they have visual aids.

Don't get to like it too much.
Know what I mean?

First of all, I'd like
to express our sadness

that today is Ms. Perkins'
last day.

We're gonna miss you, Abs.

Leland: And, also,
we'll be here for you.

For support, for use of
the facilities, and...

maybe a client or two.

Thank you, Leland.

So where's the new office?

Why don't I just pass out
the new business cards?

Business cards already.

This girl
doesn't waste any time.

Having just given my new
landlord two months' rent,

paid my first premium
in malpractice insurance,

printed up stationery,
turned on the telephones,

and bought
a second-hand typewriter,

the one thing I'm convinced of
is that I can't waste time.

Well, on that wise
and thoughtful note...

Lauderbach versus Lauderbach.

Arnold, is this the fatted calf
it looks to be?

Hard to say.

Her old lawyer
got her a miserable settlement.

I've brought a motion
to set it aside

but, I've got a feeling

there may be
a better way to go.

Let's hope so with that much
money in the balance.

Descending rapidly
from the golden to the grim.

People versus Sholes.

Trial starts today.

Markowitz: Let me ask you
a question, Mike.

Do you seek out
these loss leaders

or do they seek you out?

Well, well.
It's nice to hear someone

beside myself
asking that question.

I'd like to go on record here
as saying

that I didn't want this case

and I feel no particular
empathy for the client.

Kuzak: But the Public Defenders
office had a conflict

and they asked us
to represent him.

Seeing as how I had passed
on the previous four cases

they asked me to take, the
seriousness of our commitment

to doing pro bono work
was called into question.

Now, do we honor
that commitment or don't we?

Of course we do.

Markowitz: You think
he's innocent?

Not my call.

Yeah, but you
can't ignore the fact

that he's been convicted
of rape before.

Not only can I ignore it, but as
far as this jury's concerned,

he's never been convicted
of anything before.

Sure won't hesitate
to drag the woman

through the mud, will you?

They're not quite
the same thing, Abby?

And why aren't they?

Kuzak: A defense lawyer's job

is to challenge
the prosecution.

That means
attacking accusing witnesses.

Now, in most rape trials,

the purported rape victim
is the only accusing witness.

So, if you're doing your job,

you go after that witness,
hammer and tongs.

Which is probably
why I draw the line

at representing rapists.

Accused rapists.

Who I'm convinced are guilty?
Yes.

Abby, I thought you wanted
to be a litigator.

I thought you wanted to depend
on things like

evidence and cross examination
to prove guilt or innocence.

I do. But not for creeps
like this.

Okay, so no rapes.
What about murder?

[sighs]
Forget it, Mike.

Only if it's in self-defense?

[tapping]
Can we get on with things here?

Armed robbery
but only if it's for food.

I have no qualms about
making moral distinctions

about whom I'll represent.

Well, look, I may not like this
any more than you do,

but right now, the only way

that someone who can't pay
for a lawyer can get one

is through an overworked
public defender's office

or through firms like ours

who are doing our fair share
of pro bono cases.

Now, until you can come up
with a better idea,

do me a favor,

and spare me
the moral indignation.

Kuzak: I'm late for court.

I'm sorry I brought it up.

You didn't do too good,
did you?

You could say that.

Well, it was the pre-nuptial
that killed you.

Were you on drugs
when you signed that?

Just in love.

Heaviest drug of all.

[sighing]
Look...

am I wasting my time
trying to appeal?

Appeal from
the divorce judgment? Yeah.

That would be
wasting your time.

But, I think there may be
other ways of going after him.

For what?

Becker: Let's talk about it.

Did, uh, did he ever hit you?

No.

Carry on any homosexual affairs
while you were married?

No, not that I know of...

- Becker: Hire prostitutes?
- Mr. Becker, what's the point?

Jane: I thought we had no-fault
divorce here.

There's a recent case in Texas

that allowed a wife to sue her
husband for emotional distress.

Becker:
I think the time may be right

to test something
like that out here.

You were pretty young
when you married him, right?

I was nineteen.

And Lauderbach
was in his forties,

captain of industry,
America's Cup patron,

San Diego Yacht Club, he...

must've been a pretty
powerful figure to you.

You could say that.

What did he do
with all that power?

What do you mean?

Well, I was looking
at the expenses

that your old lawyer
put down and...

you go to a shrink
four times a week.

What's the problem?

Uh, there are some things

I can really only talk about
with my therapist.

Standing up for yourself,
acting effectively

against someone who
has wronged you, that's as much

a part of getting better

as talking to your therapist.

I've always been
a good little girl, you know?

And good little girls make
the men in their lives happy.

When their husbands
ask them to do something...

[voice breaking] it's very hard
for them to say no.

I stopped being a dancer,

I stopped going to school

because Richard wanted me to.

Another thing
Richard wanted was...

to see me in bed
with another man.

- How many times?
- A lot.

What's a lot?
Ten, fifty, a hundred?

I don't know.

It went on for two
or three years.

He'd set up situations,

he became obsessed with it...

Any venereal diseases?

- No.
- AIDS?

I've tested negative.

If you're willing
to go for it, Jane,

I believe I can make him pay.

I am not looking to get rich.

I just need enough
to get my life back together.

And you're finally taking
a positive step

toward doing just that.

I don't think
I can talk about it

with people looking at me
and asking questions...

Take off the scarlet letter,
Jane.

We're going to nail him.

Calvin: The chick's gonna crack.

Mark my words.

You just make her
tell the jury about them things

she wrote down, she's done.

We've been through this before.

The diary can only come in
to attack her credibility,

not her character.

Everybody says
you're a real sharp lawyer.

You'll get it in.

My job is to provide you
with a competent defense,

not beat-up on Norma Heisler
because you want to watch.

Whose side are you on,
the bitch's or mine?

Take your hands off me, Calvin.
Right now.

You ever do that again
you can find someone else

to represent you.
You understand?

She wanted it, Mr. Kuzak.

Just the way I gave it to her,
that's the way she wanted it.

Well, now that still leaves
the problem

of why she called
the cops, doesn't it?

Well, maybe she liked it
a little too much.

You know, you might do better
when we get into court,

you looked a little less
pleased with yourself.

Sarah: Ms. Heisler,
can you tell us

how you came to know
the defendant?

Uh, he was a handyman
where I lived.

Where was he working
on April 20, 1988?

Norma: In my apartment.

The tenant upstairs,

had let his bathtub overflow

and he was patching
my bedroom ceiling.

Would you describe to the Court
what happened on that day?

Um...

about 3 o'clock
in the afternoon,

I went in to ask him

if he would like a cup of tea

and some cookies
that I just baked.

He grabbed me and told me

that if I screamed
he would kill me.

Norma: He made me crawl
around on my hands and knees.

He said that I was his slave

and put on this earth
to service him.

He knocked me down.

And then he raped me.

Again...

and again...

and again.

Thank you, Norma.

I have no further questions.

Ms. Heisler, characterize
for us if you will

your relationship
with the defendant

prior to April 20, 1988.

Friendly, I guess.

Did you ever suggest
that he stop

by your apartment after work?

Sarah: Objection.

Kuzak: Goes to the issue
of consent, Your Honor.

It has nothing
to do with consent.

These two people knew
one another.

Their relationship is
directly relevant to this case.

- I'll allow it.
Kuzak: Ms. Heisler?

Well, uh, he came over
once or twice

to learn how to use
a word processor.

And on those occasions
did he rape you?

Of course not.

And on the occasion that
you claim that he did rape you,

did he have a gun?

- No. No.
Kuzak: A knife?

In fact he had
no weapon at all.

- He had his fists.
- Did he beat you?

He would have.

But he didn't.

Now tell me, Ms. Heisler,

is it possible that Mr. Sholes
was ever made to believe

that you wanted to have
sexual relations with him?

No.

Ms. Heisler...

- Do you keep a journal?
Sarah: Objection.

Kuzak: Your Honor,
at this time I would like to

make a formal motion
under Section 782

of the Evidence Code
of the State of California

pursuant to my papers for the
witness to produce her journal.

Your Honor, The People
oppose such a motion.

Ms. Schindler, as you know,
the law requires me

to hear argument
for defense counsel's motion

outside the presence
of the jury.

The court officer
will escort the jury out

and clear this courtroom.

court officer:
Will you follow me, please.

Once again, Ms. Heisler...

do you keep a journal?

Yes, I keep a journal.

Did you ever show it
to Mr. Sholes?

Of course not.

Kuzak: And where did you
put it on the day

that he was working in
your bedroom?

In my dresser drawer.

Are you sure it wasn't out
on the night table?

- Yes, I'm sure.
- I object to the inference.

Kuzak: Inference withdrawn.
I'll make it a direct question.

Didn't you, in fact, want Calvin
Sholes to read that journal

because you would have
liked to told him

your desires but couldn't?

No.

Kuzak: Would it come as much
of a shock if I told you

that he had in fact read it?

- No.
- And why is that, Ms. Heisler?

He was reading it
when I walked into the bedroom.

Counsel, approach.

Helen: As painful
as this may be, Ms. Schindler,

I think I'm going to have
to see that diary.

Your Honor,
with all due respect,

I believe that would be
absolutely grotesque.

Sarah:
The defendant was never given

permission to read that diary.

The fact that he invaded her
privacy by doing so

doesn't give this court license
to follow suit.

Now, whether he had permission
isn't the point.

He read it and he had
reasonable belief

that she consented
to sexual relations.

Your Honor, may I speak?

Of course.

The things
I write in that notebook...

are the most private things
in the world to me.

I have never shown them
to anyone.

But the defendant
has read them.

[voice breaking] But I tell you
there's nothing in there.

I just jot down little things
that occur to me.

My dreams. My poems.

And my thoughts.
They're nothing.

I'm sorry, Ms. Heisler.

I have to determine
whether they're nothing.

Judge Helen: I'm ordering you to
provide the Court

with your journal

by 9 o'clock
tomorrow morning.

Mr. Becker,
I think you'll agree

your case has a few problems.

Which is precisely why I need
expedited discovery.

Becker: If ever there was a case
of intentional infliction

of emotional distress,
this is it.

I can document behavior
and I can document damages.

Rona: All the behavior alleged

occurred while the parties
were married.

There's no statutory preclusion
of all tort claims

between parties because they
happened to have been married.

What's your authority for that?

There have been recent cases
in other jurisdictions

which are set forth
at some length in my papers.

Your Honor, for all of
Mr. Becker's lofty pretensions

this is a shakedown.

His client is unhappy
with her divorce settlement

and sees this as a way
to get more.

Rona: We've had no-fault divorce
in this state since 1970

specifically to prevent
lawsuits like this one.

The no-fault statute is never
intended to allow

abusive sadistic people

to ruin the lives of others
with impunity.

The truth is I don't think
either one of you

has made
your case sufficiently.

What I'm going to do is order

limited discovery
to take place forthwith.

And I want you both back here...

Thursday prepared to re-argue.

Your Honor,
I'm not sure that my client

can be available
on such short notice.

Make him available.

Can I, uh, can I talk to you?

I have nothing to say to you.

Is this the way you get on
with the rest of your life?

By dwelling on what's past?

Hey, she doesn't want to
talk to you.

- Jane, this isn't you.
- Isn't it?

What is?

Am I the girl
in those videotapes

that you trade
with your friends

like baseball cards?

The tight little blonde
whose husband liked to watch?

French, English, Greek...

into anything and everything.
Giving and getting.

You know she's out of control.

I just wanted a normal life,
Richard.

[crying]
Why did you want everything

so weird and dangerous?

Didn't you see
what it was doing to me?

Becker: What the Lee Marvin case
did for Marvin Mitchelson,

this case is going to do for me.

As I recall,
Michelle Triola came away

with very little in that case.

That's not the point.
The case broke ground.

When you thought palimony,
you thought Marvin Mitchelson.

Well, after Lauderbach,

when you think
interspousal tort claims,

you're going to think
Arnold Becker.

- Thank you.
- I'll tell you right now.

If this case was before me,
I'd throw you out on your ear.

- With costs.
- And by doing that...

You would miss
a tremendous opportunity

to enhance your own reputation.

And that's what it's
all about, isn't it?

I mean, what better basis
to establish legal precedents

than the professional ambition
of lawyers and judges.

You're turning into a cynic.
It worries me.

A vulnerable woman places
herself in your hands,

you plan
a legal strategy designed

only to maximize
your own publicity,

probably at the expense

of what little self-esteem
she's got left,

and you call me a cynic?

You know, sometimes I think
you're being a judge

crowds out the more appealing
sides of your character.

Which are what in your opinion?

Nurturing. Caring.

Becker: Uh, a source of support.
Even dare I say it, enthusiasm.

Well, like most people,

I have a number
of different sides.

It would be nice to think that
the man I'm with

respected all of them.

Monica,
what has gotten into you?

For the last couple of months
it's like

we've had a bad connection
or something.

I can't seem
to get through to you.

Here I am. Let's talk about it.

Monica,
I'm looking for an ally.

Somebody to be there for me.
What's to talk about?

- Okay.
Becker: Okay, what?

If you don't want to talk,
we won't.

[sighs] Great.

[telephone ringing]

- Hi.
David: Hi.

- I was in the area.
- I'm pretty busy right now.

Look, I know lately I've been
getting a little carried away,

but it's just that I get so
excited about what I'm doing

and I expect you
to get excited, too.

We just have to get our timing
in better sync, that's all.

Having you around all the time
still makes me giddy I guess.

Mr. and Mrs. Meyer.

Hi, guy.

Arnold,
how's your new case coming?

My PR people are beating
the bushes as we speak.

It hits the paper tomorrow A.M.

Forgive me
for interjecting here,

but I'll bet
you're overlooking something.

Roxanne: Arnie,
Benny's running off copies

of the supplementary
affidavits.

Lawyers, and I love you guys,

have been a little slow
to appreciate the basic axiom

"direct mail works."

- Excuse me.
- Dave, we don't advertise.

This particular development
would only have significance

for people
who are getting divorced.

Okay, that's okay.
But you still want to reach

as many of them
as possible, am I right?

- Of course we do.
David: You pick the target.

I hit the target.

Women over 35
applying for credit cards,

men over 40 buying Porsches.

Now that'll give you a start.

I use what I call a split run

that's different mailing
for different areas.

Say one letter to Encino,

Tarzana, Calabasas, Agoura,

another letter to Alhambra,

El Monte, Azuza, Glendora.

Then we, uh, track the results.

Excuse me.

You know you might also want to
try categories

like women who've gotten
real estate licenses,

men or women who join
health clubs...

Abby,
let me help you with that.

There's always Club Med,

name changes on deeds,

men who make large purchases
in housewares.

David: Uh, new subscriptions
to Ms. Magazine,

can't miss with Ms, huh?

So, did you get
the test results?

Markowitz: Yeah, there's nothing
wrong with you.

The reason you can't
get pregnant is me.

Low sperm count [inhales]

[exhales] low motility.

Hey, he gave me a shot
in the butt and a prescription.

Which he's not
too optimistic about,

but what the hell,
I'll try anything.

- So we'll see what happens.
- Yep.

[inhales] I guess
I wasn't the guy to marry

if you wanted to have kids,
but, uh...

Stuart, whatever kids
I have, or don't have,

you are the guy
I'm going to have them with.

I just don't think you're

ever going to look at me
the same way again.

Is that what would've happened
if something wrong with me?

No.

Would you have never looked
at me the same way again?

No, I...

I just never thought of
myself like this, that's all.

- Like what?
- Like someone incapable.

That's what. I always imagined

sending forth
this stream that held life,

not these little dribblings
that don't hold anything.

Why are you doing this
to yourself?

It's staring me in the face,
Anne.

I'm not making it up.

You know what it is?

All my life I thought
of myself as this admiral...

who was sending forth
his legions

to swarm the beachhead.

And what I really was
all this time, was this...

little chubby guy watching
a few refugees

get washed up on the rocks.

It's a little adjustment
I gotta make.

[chuckles]

Why don't you think of it
as a platoon

of specially trained commandos
on a secret mission?

Definitely
a more inspiring image.

Yeah.

And maybe you know, who knows,

come Christmas morning
that Junior Frogman set

might be sitting
there under the tree.

That's very funny.

- Get the prescription filled.
- I will.

Tell the high command to plan
an invasion

for 21:00 tonight.

[instrumental music]

[door opens]

David: Rox, I gotta tell you,

this cassette
just might surpass

Sy Friedman's
1975 culotte mailing.

Listen to me and listen good.

I don't want you ever, ever
coming into my office again.

What?

Do you think, Dave,

you should've asked me
before you started making

a sales pitch to my boss?

Hey, I think I had 'em hooked.

Besides, law firm
marketing strategy

is something you could
play a part in.

T-- try, and understand
something here.

I-- I'm not interested
in playing a part.

Junk mail may make up your life

but it has nothing to do
with mine.

- Junk mail?
- That's right, junk mail.

What people are disappointed
to find in their mailboxes.

Listen, this is what I do.

This house,
those cars in the garage,

all this stuff, we wouldn't
have any of it

if it weren't for "junk mail."

That's right, that's right,
throw it up in my face.

I am not trying to throw it up
in your face.

Yes, you are.
Then next thing I know

you'll start preening about

how well
you're providing for me.

Let me tell you something.

I was poor when I met you,
I can be poor again.

Rox: The thing that I can't do
is listen to any more of your,

your sales letters,
your brochures,

your catalogues,
or your incentive offers.

I am sick to death
of hearing you drone on about,

about turtleneck dickies,
or irregular stretch jeans

or-- or musical paperweights,

or-- or decorative doorsteps.

I don't care about it, Dave!

I don't care about any of it!

[instrumental music]

- Ms. Perkins? That's me.
- You're my temp? Great.

I have to get to court.
What's your name?

- Ronnie Page.
- Hi, I'm Abigail.

Uh, I don't have anything
for you to type just yet

so I think you'll just probably
be answering the phone.

Do you know
when you'll be back?

Uh, no, I'm gonna be down there
until I get an assignment.

That could be all week.

If Sarah Standing calls,
tell her that I will be

taking the kids to
school tomorrow.

Oh, how do you want
your phone answered?

Uh, good question.

Um, I guess just
"Abigail Perkins."

Uh, "Law office
of Abigail Perkins."

"Law offices."

"Law Offices
of Abigail Perkins."

Yeah. That's fine.

Mr. Lauderbach, your wife was
with the American Ballet Theatre

when you met her, was she not?

She was a dancer, yeah.

And isn't it a fact that you

urged her to give up
being a dancer?

Mr. Lauderbach: Well, she wanted
to have a family.

I told her that would
be tough to do

if she was traipsing
all over the world

with a ballet company.

You also discouraged her from
finishing college.

Why was that?

Well, she wasn't all that
motivated in the first place.

Besides, like I said,
we were oriented

towards having a family.

Uh-huh.

When you photographed your wife

in various sexual positions

with members
of your yacht's crew,

was that part of being oriented
toward having a family?

Uh, boy, she's gonna make

a whole opera
out of this thing, isn't she?

January 14, 1984,

did you take your wife
to a bar called the Top Hat

in Oakland, California?

So, what if I did?

Mr. Lauderbach: Are you gonna
stand in judgment of me?

No, I want a jury to do that.

- Then it'll cost you.
- Ask her what she did.

Ask her about the things
she suggested.

Rona: Come on Richard,
stay calm.

This afternoon
we conduct our discovery.

And I'll ask her.

- Alright.
- Mm.

Kuzak: "I watched Cal today
through the blinds

as he hefted sacks
of cement on his shoulders

and thought of what it would be
like to be held by him.

To feel those sinewy arms

close around me
like steel cables."

Who is Cal, Ms. Heisler?

Your client, Mr. Kuzak.
Calvin Sholes.

March Sixteenth.

[clears throat]
"Last night I dreamt

some great weight
was holding me down.

Kuzak: Dogs bayed outside
the windows as,

the sound of grunting
grew louder and louder

until it was the only thing
I could hear.

It was Cal I was dreaming of

and of course that is as close
as I will ever come to him.

You'll always
keep your distance, Norma.

Fearful that if you didn't,

he would break you
like a dry stick underfoot.

Or disrupt your perfect,
quiet little world

with his sweating
and his grunting

and his final constricted cry...

to be followed by
the sound of him snoring

contentedly by your side.

What would it be like?"

Ms. Heisler...

I'm gonna repeat the question
I asked you yesterday.

Was Calvin Sholes
ever made to believe

that you wanted to have
sexual relations with him?

You're grinning, Cal.

Your Honor,
I ask that the witness

be directed to answer
the question.

- Ms. Heisler...
- Do you think you know me?

Ms. Heisler you are directed
to answer the question

and stop addressing
the defendant.

No matter
what's in that book--

- Your Honor...
- Ms. Heisler--

No matter what I dreamt,
or thought...

- Or wrote, you don't know me.
Judge Helen: Ms. Heisler.

And I never, ever
gave you permission

to do what you did!

Rona: Now then,
Mrs. Lauderbach,

uh, did your husband
ever prevent you

from pursuing your dance
career such as it was?

He made it pretty clear
that he didn't want me to.

No, that's not
what I asked you.

Did he do anything
to prevent it?

He didn't break my legs,
if that's what you mean.

Did he do anything
to prevent you

from obtaining a...
a college degree?

He belittled me.

He'd say my only job
was to look good for him.

I'm not asking you
what he said.

I'm asking you what he did.

Come on, Rona.
She's telling you what he did.

He never took me seriously.

He convinced me
that I should just shop

and look good for him.

Except you didn't need all
that much convincing, did you?

I mean you were always drawn
to the jet set life.

That's why you married
Richard Lauderbach

in the first place.

That's not true.

I loved him.

But I had dreams of my own.

Jane: It wasn't until
after we were married

that he started
destroying them.

And turning me out
in the process.

Right.
Let's talk about that a little.

You stated in your papers that
you and your husband

went to this bar in Oakland,

on or about January 14th, 1984.

You were taking Quaaludes
that night, weren't you?

I'm sure I was.

Correct me if I'm wrong, ma'am,

but, uh... isn't the relaxation
of sexual inhibitions

the main reason
a person takes that drug?

How does she know
why a person takes it?

Whose idea was it to take them?

His. Always his.

He loved to watch me fall down
when I'd try to dance.

You were dancing that night
in Oakland?

Yeah, I was dancing.

Dancing the only way
I still could.

Oh, how was that,
Mrs. Lauderbach?

Dancing with other men?

Dancing to make
your husband jealous?

Yes. Okay?

Dancing to make him crazy.

I knew exactly
what I was doing.

- It was all me...
- Jane...

[crying] I mean it, Arnie.
Maybe this woman's right.

Nobody held a gun to my head.

Excuse me,
I got to get some air.

We'll be right back.

Memory's a funny thing.

In varying degrees,

we all revise
our own personal histories

to accommodate
a view of ourselves

that we are comfortable with.

The only problem
with the revision

that you have heard here,

is that this man is facing

twenty years in prison
because of it.

Now, you've all heard
Norma Heisler's diary.

I think you'll agree that it
paints a portrait of a woman

who's led a rather
cloistered life.

Ambivalent about her sexuality,

profoundly troubled
by her own desires.

Was Calvin Sholes wrong
to have read it?

Absolutely.

Was a rape committed?

Well, when you examine
this case with an objective,

dispassionate eye,

when you consider that
no weapon was used,

no screams were heard

and no signs of a physical
struggle were detected,

then at the very least...

you must find that
a reasonable doubt exists.

Does that mean
that this woman was lying?

Not really.

She's convinced that
what she's told you is true.

If she clings to an illusion...

it's because the memory
of not simply consenting

to sexual relations
with the defendant,

but inviting them,
is so painful

that she now seeks to extricate
herself from its grip.

The truth is,
ladies and gentlemen,

she is not lying...

she's remembering
the only way she can.

A bright, articulate...

thirty eight year-old woman

calls the police
and says she was raped.

She submits
to a physical examination

which shows the presence
of semen in her vagina...

and she names the defendant
as the man who raped her.

Now he never denies
his presence in her apartment.

He never denies
the semen was his.

And all he offers
in his defense is the claim...

that she wanted him to do
what he did...

and all he offers as proof...

is her diary.

Imagine. This woman,

this "temptress"

had the temerity
to actually write down

some of her thoughts about sex.

Sarah: According to Mr. Kuzak,

what she really should've done

was send the defendant a
monogrammed cigarette lighter...

instead of going to
a district attorney's office

and sobbing her eyes out.

According to Mr. Kuzak,

she should be grateful
to that man...

who terrified her
for six and a half hours,

who stripped her naked,

who penetrated her repeatedly...

and left her quivering
with fear

on the floor of her own home.

Sarah: She should be grateful.

Oh, no, no, no.

Don't listen to Norma Heisler

when she tells you
she was raped

because these two gentlemen
know better.

You know what they'll tell you,

that when it comes to sex,

poor little Norma doesn't know
what she wants.

Sarah:
Well, right here and right now

I want to tell them
and I want to tell you...

that rape isn't sex,

rape is violence.

Norma Heisler
wasn't a participant,

she was a victim.

Calvin Sholes
wasn't her lover,

he was her rapist!

Sarah: And whoever
tells you otherwise...

they are the ones
clinging to the illusion.

And what a brutal,
brutal illusion it is.

These just need your signature.

Tell Betsey
I'll make myself available

for interviews all day Friday.
And ask her if she thinks

I ought to have some
new head shots taken.

Okay.

Hanging around kinda late,
aren't you?

You want to talk about it?

I know I'm, uh, probably
setting myself up for the big

I told you so, but...
the truth is,

I've actually been envying
people who wake up alone.

There's an upside and a downside
to everything, Rox.

C'mon Arnie,
don't be such a philosopher.

You been against this marriage
from the start.

Yes, I was.
But only because I thought

you were getting into it
for the wrong reason.

Well, now that you're in it,

you've got to give it
a fair shot.

What makes you think I haven't?

You're not in love
with him, Rox.

I think he knows it.

Of course he knows that.

Rox: I've been honest with him
about that from the start.

He said it doesn't matter.

Well, then he's a liar.

Look, you're it for him.

He needs to think
that he's it for you.

And I don't care
what he tells you,

he needs for you to be
his biggest fan.

That's going to be
pretty hard, Arnie.

The truth is...
he embarrasses me.

I hate to admit it.

But I see the way
people react to David.

Rox: He starts to talk
a-- and their eyes wander.

They get these
little forced smiles

at the corners of
their mouths and they take

the first possible chance
to get away.

You've done it.
Hell, I've done it.

Being boring isn't the worst
thing in the world, Rox.

Becker:
Dave's decent. He's kind.

And you did marry him.

Now either own up to that

and start acting like his wife
or let me know

I'll draw up
some divorce papers.

As far as being
embarrassed goes,

the only thing you have to be
embarrassed about

is the way
you've been treating him.

Judge Helen: Has the jury
reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

Judge Helen: How find you?

We find the defendant guilty.

Judge Helen: The court thanks
the jury for their time,

and their diligence.

The defendant
is remanded to custody.

Sentencing is set
for December 29th.

male #1: This court
is now adjourned.

- Congratulations.
- Oh, thank you so much.

Ms. Heisler.

Uh, I want you to know that
I hope you're okay.

I'm not altogether
uncomfortable believing that

the interests of justice have
been served here.

Mr. Kuzak,
as far as I'm concerned

the only difference
between you and your client is

that he's the one
who got convicted.

[scoffs] I'm a defense lawyer,

all I was doing
was putting on a defense.

You're much too modest.

You turned me inside out.

You destroyed whatever
last scraps of dignity

and privacy I had left.

You took what was mine,
what belonged to me

and you distorted it so that
you could watch me wither.

Well, I didn't wither, did I?

Kuzak: Ms. Heisler,

look I may not have been sure
of my client's innocence

but I can't do my job half way.

You see, I, on the other hand,

have always been dead sure
of your client's guilt.

So you will understand
if I don't

thank you for your good wishes.

I believe the critical question,
Your Honor,

is did this man's
behavior exceed

the reasonable bounds
of marital conduct?

If it did, the no-fault statute

should not make him immune
to the consequences.

Mr. Becker is making this up
as he goes along.

My client is a damaged woman.
Do you deny that?

Where is your client,
Mr. Becker?

I'm not sure, Your Honor.

I expect her any time now.

Whether she's damaged
or not is irrelevant.

There's no standing to sue.

Rona:
There's no cause of action--

Uh, excuse me.

Please be seated,
Ms. Lauderbach.

No, I'm not staying.

Jane: I can't do this.

I'm sorry...

- Your Honor--
- Your Honor.

Please, I need a short recess

to confer with my client.
Jane...

Arnie, please. I just can't go
through with this.

Ms. Lauderbach, are you stating

that you intend to withdraw
your complaint?

Right. Whatever you call it.

Richard's offered to increase
my support payments

until I get back on my feet.

That's all I've ever
wanted to do.

- Did you know about this?
- No.

Wait.

Your Honor, please.
All I need is a minute.

Ten minute recess.

Jane, Jane,
what're you doing to me?

Listen Arnie, I appreciate
you're try to help

but I just can't go through
with it.

Does this guy really have you
that wrapped around his finger?

- It's not that.
- Well, what is it then?

Is humiliating me serving some
therapeutic end for you?

Did your shrink
tell you to do it?

Please, Arnie,
don't turn on me.

I just can't go
through with it.

[indistinct chatter]

Are you sure you want to be
seen with me?

Kuzak: Patriarchal terrorist,

brutalizer of women,
courtroom bully?

If you think I'm going to jump
in and tell you

how much I admire you,
forget it.

Am I about to get beat up again
for being a lawyer, Grace?

Not for being a lawyer.

For being
single-mindedly devoted

to putting a vicious bastard
like Calvin Sholes

back on the street.

I have to hear this from you?

It occurs to even me

that there just might be
one or two things

more important than all us
officers of the court

playing our assigned roles.

Right. And Mussolini
made the trains run on time.

That is a tired old speech,
Michael.

And I have spent too many years

watching dangerous
people slither out

from paying the price
for what they did

only to do it again.

In case you've forgotten,
I lost.

My client can expect to be
behind bars

for the next decade or so.

Yeah, well, don't feel too bad.

You got your licks in.

You made sure there'd be
yet another woman

who thinks long and hard
before enduring a trial

the next time she's raped.

You gonna take 'em out
and shoot 'em? Fine.

Let me know.
I'll stop knocking myself out

and find another country
to live in.

But until then...

I'll pass on joining
the lynch mob,

thank you very much.

[indistinct chatter]

- Jonathan: Hello?
- Hello?

Victor: Hello?

Hello? [sighs]

You know you really ought to
keep the door locked

when you're here after hours.

Yeah. You never know
who'll come walking in.

Abby: Y'mean, like you guys?

You know
what I'm talking about.

Well, to tell you the truth,
right now

I wouldn't be all that picky.

Well, then let us toast
to the day

when you can be
just as picky as you want.

[laughs] I've got cups.
Wait a minute.

And from two associates
you left behind...

What? Oh, you guys.

"A dictator is born."

[laughs]
You got me a...

- Dictating machine?
- Dictating machine.

[cork pops]

You guys are the greatest.

You miss us?

- Mm-mm.
- Mm..

[all laugh]

Let me tell you something,
Abby, this took a lot of nerve.

Yeah, probably a lot more
than brains.

- You love it.
- Yeah.

Well, then let's toast to that.

[all laugh]

You know,
I still can't get over

that she would do this to me.

It's unbelievable.

Call me crazy, but maybe
she felt her welfare

was just a little more important
in this instance than yours.

Yeah, well see, there's part of
the problem right there.

I hate to say this but betrayal
is something

of an occupational
hazard with female clients.

They come in pleading for me

to be their knight
in shining armor,

and I do it.

And then an ex-husband comes in

and he makes them some promises

or throws them one between
the sheets

and I get hung out to dry.

Did it ever occur to you
that this woman

might have done
what was right for her?

What's with you, Monica,
can't you just

give it up a little bit?
Can't you just say,

"Hey, Arnie, you got shafted.

How about letting me
make you feel better.

How about, uh,
let me run you a bath

or how about let me fluff
up your pillows

or how about, uh,
let me bring you some cocoa."

I don't think I've ever known
a more self-centered man.

Others work at it
but you are truly gifted.

You know something,
you are unbelievable.

You and Roxanne
have a lot in common.

You both dole out your affection
with a medicine dropper

while the guy dependent on it
twists slowly in the wind.

That's the thing about women,
isn't it?

They'll fail you every time.

My mistake was thinking
you might be different.

Oh, no, Arnie.

Your mistake
was not knowing that I am.

I sincerely suggest you consider

where this relationship
is headed.

It's headed out the door.
Just like me.

Monica, if you go out the door,
don't come back.

Oh, I won't come back.

Monica!

[key rattles]

[crickets chirping]

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Hungry?
- No, I already ate.

- Tired?
- A little.

Why don't you sit down
and I'll put on some music.

A little Sinatra maybe?

Rox: No.

I'm not in the mood
for Sinatra right now.

Can I make you a drink?

Sure.

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