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[theme music]

[instrumental music]

Hey, what do
you think you're doing?

[sighs] God, Arnie.

Hoping to duck
in and out unnoticed?

That was the plan.

How goes the plan in general?

Well, actually I think fine.

Which considering
how blindly I got into this

probably translates to great.

Ah, but are you
making any money?

It's coming in.

My expenses are modest.

Is that what you're
looking for?

Modesty in all things?

[chuckling] No, I would've
stayed here if I wanted that.

Well, then let me offer
you my going away present.

Free consultation with
my publicist.

A publicist? Serious.

Abby, I am serious. She's great.

She's young, she's classy.

She's got fabulous
media contacts.

My professional visibility
is the highest

it's ever been,
I gotta tell you.

Translates handsomely to
the bottom line.

I don't know, Arnie.
I think I'll just rely

on good old fashioned
word of mouth.

Abby, listen to me.
Personally, I don't think

you should have gone out on your
own, but as long as you did,

don't become some low rent,
ambulance chasing day player.

Give yourself
a competitive edge.

There's a-there's a
trillion lawyers out there.

Okay.

Okay. I'll meet with her.

Okay?

Okay.

[Abby chuckles]

Arnie, staff meeting.

- I'm setting it up.
- Okay.

Abby. Well, uh, nice to see you.

- Nice to see you too.
- I have a referral for you.

The fellow has done
some plumbing work for me.

- Expect his call.
- Thank you, Douglas.

Hello. How's it going,
counselor?

- Great.
- What, you stealing files here?

Nice suit.

Abby.

Benny. Hi, how are you?

Good.

Me too.

You uh, you'll need
me to help move stuff?

No, I think I'm fine.

Uh, I can-I can
come on Saturday

or Sunday, anytime you like.

Thank you.
You're a real friend, Benny.

So are you.

I gotta go.

You take care.

Abby...

Ab-- Abby.

I-- I miss you all the time.

[voice breaking]
I miss you too, Benny.

[phone ringing]

[indistinct chatter]

female #1: Mackenzie Brackman,
good morning.

I don't believe
he's in his office yet.

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What I am suggesting one and all

is that the very
people who insisted

that the installation
of a fax machine

would slice our
messenger bills in half

are the ones who have
failed to make good use of it.

Can we get on with it?

Brackman: Coyel versus Terra
Nova instruments.

Ready for trial.

That's the wrongful death suit

where the guy
fell off the mountain?

- Yeah.
- It's flat.

Uh, exactly where
is the liability here?

I mean, the guy goes out
for a social outing,

he falls down. So what?

The liability is
the company coercion.

The rock climbing
with the boss's practically

a required activity
if you want to be promoted.

Is anybody else hot in here?
It's like an oven.

You wanna swap them
right here by the AC?

No, I uh... I'll just
get some air, thanks

Excuse me.

Brackman: Returning our
attention to the trial.

- Brackman: Jonathan.
- Hmm.

We're a little concerned about

you flying solo here

on such a potentially big
matter.

- I can handle it.
- Just the same. Victor?

We'd like you
to sit second chair

to provide whatever
backup may be.

- Me?
- What?

This is nothing
against you, Jonathan.

It most certainly is
something against me.

You're saying
you don't trust me.

McKenzie:
No, no. It's not that at all.

It's just that you're a
second year attorney

without much trial experience

and we feel we owe it
to the client.

It's my case. She's my client

and she is perfectly comfortable
with me handling it alone.

Plus, which my schedule
for this week is jammed.

Anne and Michael
can help out on your schedule--

Leland.

The decision has been made.

And I think it stinks.

Where are you going?

I suddenly have a
trial to prepare for.

Look, the quality of
your decision aside,

your timing is great.
That kid has probably

got the biggest trial of his
life coming up

and you undercut his confidence
an hour before kick off?

Very prudent.

Well, Leland, you certainly
handled that beautifully.

[sighs]

Stuart, I want
you to call the doctor.

Just let me get my bearings
and then I'll be alright.

I don't care how many

sperm this drug is
supposed to be building.

If it's blurring your vision,
it can't be okay.

I was just sitting there,
all of a sudden,

this flush starts
on my whole body.

[inhales and exhales deeply]

I want you off the drug now.

I'll call the doctor.

Promise?

I said I'll call the doctor.

[rustling]

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

[door closes]

[sighs]

[rustling]

[door opens]

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Hi, Benny.

- Michael, you have a call?
- Who is it?

Grace Van Owen.

Tell her I'm in a meeting.

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Miss Perkins?

Whitey Holland,
Mr. Brackman referred me.

Of course. Come on in.

Excuse the hand,
I just came from a job.

It's a real pleasure.

The pleasure's mutual,
Mr. Holland. Please sit down.

I'm hoping you're gonna take
a big load off my mind

with this court deal.

Well, we'll do our best.

Now, why don't you tell me
exactly where you stand?

This customer of mine,

it was a rehab on a health spa.

One of those jobs
that's a four-legged bitch

from beginning to end.

Mr. Holland: Rubber checks,
lots of promises.

Finally, I told them,
you get nothing more from me

until I see the dough.

They got somebody else
to finish the job.

I'm out of about $2,500
in labor...

I figure, fine,
I'm rid of them...

until I'm sued.

Do you have
the papers they served?

I just rushed over.

Don't worry,
you can send them over.

I'm supposed to be
in court tomorrow.

- Tomorrow?
- I know.

It's hopeless, it's too late,
you can't help me.

No, no, no, no, no.

Um, what I'll do is,

tomorrow I can
get a continuance,

which shouldn't be a problem,
and then we can sit down

and sift through this in
a little more detail.

That'd be great.

Now, I'll need a retainer from
you of a thousand dollars.

Yeah, sure, fine.

Geez, I hope
you'll take a check.

Yeah.

Was your husband looking forward
to making this excursion?

Terry was dreading the trip.

He... had never been
rock climbing in his life.

Why did he go?

Because Mr. Osteen invited him

and if you ever wanna
get a promotion at Terra Nova,

you go rock climbing
with the president

of the company
if he asks you to.

- Objection, conclusory.
- Sustained.

Mrs. Coyle, did you ever try to

dissuade your husband
from making this trip?

Mrs. Coyle: Repeatedly.

He was 30 pounds overweight.

He never exercised.
It was crazy.

But he felt he'd never
get ahead if he didn't go.

And he said he owed
it to me and the kids.

Ma'am, this may be
somewhat upsetting for you,

but I'd like you
to take a look at

a photograph of your husband,

taken by the Kern
County Medical Examiner.

Objection, this hasn't
been marked or authenticated.

I'm having her authenticate it.

Oh, my God.
Is this Terry?

Carla: She has no foundation
to authenticate it.

- Carla: And you know it.
- Is this Terry?

This is totally
inflammatory, Your Honor.

Oh, my God. Is it Terry?

It is not inflammatory,

it's relevant to show the brutal

violent death
suffered by her husband.

This is a cheat stunt,
Your Honor.

Carla: He sprung this photo
on his own witness

just to manipulate the jury.

I object to that.

How can you show him like this?

- Please, ma'am.
- How could you do this to me?

- Look at him.
- Mrs. Coyle.

Just look at him.

[sobbing]

Your Honor,

I know it's not
my role to look out

for Mr. Rollin's client,

but I feel we should
allow Mrs. Coyle

a short recess
to collect herself.

Uh, unless Mr. Rollin's objects.

Twenty minutes.

[sobbing]

Mr. Noyes: I worked for a Terra
Nova Instruments from

August of 1980 until
February of 1984.

Were you familiar with the term
Pay Your Jews on the Rock?

I was.

Jonathan:
And what did it refer to?

The, uh, head of the
company, Peter Osteen,

was this avid
fanatical rock climber,

and an invitation to
go climbing with him

was taken to
be the equivalent of

getting rushed by a fraternity.

You know, we think we want you,

but we'd like to
take a closer look.

Mm-hmm. Mr. Noyes...

were you ever
invited on a climb?

Yes, I was.
October of 1983.

- Did you go?
- Yes, I did.

It was Yosemite.

I got to the foot of what
they were calling a-- a rock,

and there's this guy
way up there

flat against it and he
looks like one of those

stuffed cats you'll see
suctioned into a car window.

Well, nothing short of a cattle
prod was gonna get me up there,

so I thanked them
for the opportunity

to come to terms
with my mortality

and uh, I went home.

And what consequence, if any,

did you suffer
by refusing to climb?

Well, I never got that promotion
I was in line for,

and in fact, I was demoted.

And in February
of 1984, I resigned.

Thank you, Mr. Noyes.

I have no more questions.

Mr. Noyes, you lost
a major sales account

ten days before your
demotion, didn't you?

Well, you win and
lose accounts all the time.

Yes, but this was
Fullerton Hospital,

your biggest account, right?

Yes.

Do you make room
for the possibility, sir,

that your demotion might
have had something to do

with your costing Terra Nova

over $300,000 in lost revenues?

That wasn't it.
Look, everybody knows

you're expected to
do the rock climb.

Mr. Noyes: Terry Coyle probably
felt like he had to do it.

Had you, uh, ever
met Terry Coyle, sir?

Uh, no, not personally,
but at Terra Nova--

So, you didn't really know what

Mr. Coyle thought
or knew, did you?

I didn't have personal
knowledge, no.

And were you there
the day of this tragedy?

No, I was not.

So, you didn't
have an opportunity

to see or know
anything, did you?

I didn't see it, but Mr. Roland

showed me the pictures.

Yes, he's
very helpful that way.

Thank you. Nothing further.

Case number 4271
Mount Olympus House of Tone

versus Nathaniel Holland.

Plaintiffs ready for trial.

Abigail Perkins
for the defendant.

I've just been
retained, Your Honor,

I'll be seeking a continuance.

- What, again?
- I'm sorry?

Judge: This is the third trial
date he's shown up for

with a new lawyer
looking for a continuance.

Your Honor, my previous
counsel was not competent

as guaranteed to me
by the Sixth Amendment

of the Constitution of
the United States.

Forget it, you're not
gonna delay this anymore.

Not with new lawyers, not
with constitutional amendments.

Your Honor, I've never
even seen the papers.

Look, it's a simple case.

We'll put the plaintiff
on today and then

I'll give you a day to
prepare your defense.

Judge: Call your first witness.

Mr. Sylvia: Uh, plaintiff calls
Leonard Mosher Jr,

to the stand.

The only reason I hired him,

the only reason was he promised

to finish by Memorial
Day weekend, my grand opening.

Mr. Mosher, could you tell us,

did he finish the plumbing
work by that date, sir?

[chuckles]

Move to strike, non-responsive.

Answer the question, sir.

The morning
of my grand opening,

I got a hundred
people in the lobby

and he's still whacking
on the pipes.

People in tuxedos waiting to see

a full service health club,
restaurant, juice bar.

Mr. Sylvia: Uh, were you able
to open the club, sir?

Mr. Mosher:
Well, finally about noon time,

he says it's finished.

Well, I didn't have
no inspection or nothing,

but hell, I got
potential customers here.

- So, you did open?
- Took them on a tour.

Wait room, life cycle,
everything's looking smart...

till we get
to the sharp facility.

I especially wanted
them to see that because

I had gold
flex put in the tiles.

Your Honor, this is narrative.

Just tell us what
happened, Mr. Mosher.

This lady, nice lady,
in a cream colored dress,

decides to test the shower.

She turns on the nozzle
and out comes this crap.

Uh, what do you
mean by crap, sir?

I mean, crap, like in
bowel movement.

Mr. Mosher: The man had the
sewer lined to my plumbing.

Mr. Sylvia: You're sure?

The water was brown
and some of it was chucky...

Your Honor.

Mr. Mosher: And he tells me it

just needs more chlorine.

- Hearsay!
- Can I tell him about the bar?

What was wrong with the bar?

Oh, man.

First guy up orders
the doors with a splash.

You should
have seen that splash.

Okay, I get the picture.

Things was floating
around in the jacuzzi.

Judge: Oh. Alright, Mr. Mosher.

Arne Becker,
is a publicist's dream.

Well, he certainly loves you.

No, I have not slept with him,
if that's what you mean.

Now, I understand.
I-- I think I understand...

how it works with actors, but

how do you publicize a lawyer

without making it, you know...

- Sleazy? Okay.
- Yeah.

First of all, what I like to do
with our non-celebrity clients

is position them in
their field of expertise.

Like, I'll get this.

Like, my goal for Arnie Becker
is to have every Rolodex

in every newspaper
and TV station in LA

with his name in it
under divorce.

Legislature passes a law
concerning community property,

reporters call Arnie
for a thoughtful reaction.

This has gotta
be great for business.

Or I place him
as a guest lecturer

at an ABA Family Law Symposium.

Then I orchestrate
some quality press coverage.

The publicist's hand,
one is totally unseen.

People read the paper
and they figure that

Arnie Becker is the expert...

which he is.

But even assuming
I could afford you...

I'm not an Arnie Becker.

I'm a beginning
general practitioner.

Oh. Who happens
to be young, attractive,

sexy as hell photogenic.

- Single? Me too.
- Single mom.

So, what would be so wrong
with promoting you as say,

a legal consumer advocate
for a local TV station?

Nothing.

Or a legal advice column in a

magazine like
Ladies Home Journal.

That wouldn't
be too shabby, would it?

I'd love it.

Legal rights for single mothers,
something like that.

What do you normally
charge for your services?

Normally, two a month.

Two hundred?

Two thousand.

But if I can't generate at least

that much income for you within
the first month,

then I'm not doing my job,
and you can me.

Arnie's, right. You are great.

Thanks.

Abby, I like you too,

and I think I can make
things happen for you.

I can't afford you.

Don't worry about that now.

Let's worry about a hook,

one case with an angle
that we can exploit.

I'm not exactly attracting
any glamor stuff here,

unless you think you
can do something with sewage.

Has a certain raw appeal.

[chuckles]

Look, you might have to
wait six months, maybe a year.

That case is gonna come along
and when it does, watch out.

Deal?

Deal.

So, you saw nothing wrong

with sending a novice

such as Mr. Coyle up that rock?

No. He was perfectly
capable of making the climb.

Mr. Osteen: He'd-- he'd already
made it to the top, it was...

he was coming down
when it happened.

And what exactly happened
as you saw it, Mr. Osteen?

Well, we were, uh...
we were repelling

and, uh, Terry was
leaning too far out.

Mr. Osteen:
He tipped over upside down.

And I, uh, I started
down for him

as soon as I saw
he was in trouble.

He was swinging
back and forth, and

I-- I-- I just kept
screaming at him

just to hold on, but...

he panicked and he started
pulling the rope off his chest.

And what happened then, sir?

Well, he fell.

I tried to get to him,
but he just panicked.

Mr. Osteen, you've
heard testimony

that your employees felt
pressured into doing this climb.

I-- I can't believe that's true.

Uh, everybody knew
that this was a social thing.

It was purely social.

Carla: And did you ever, sir,

directly or indirectly suggest

that doing these rock climbs
could promote job security?

Absolutely not.

Thank you, sir.
I have nothing further.

According to an interview
you gave to Recreational

Climber Magazine
four years ago, and I quote,

"A mountain takes
a measure of a man.

It's a better
judge of character

than any executive
search committee."

I said that.

I was-- I was speaking of
myself and what rock climbing--

You were using
those climbs to judge

your executive's
characters, weren't you?

No. It was social.

- It was fun.
- Fun?

How much fun were you
having while he

was dangling upside
down from that rope?

Carla: Objection.

Was it fun watching him

plummet to his death?

- Objection.
- Mr. Rollins.

I tried to save him.

You helped to kill him.

- Mr. Rollins!
- Ahem. Your Honor.

Uh, Your Honor, I'd like to have

a few seconds to confer with
counsel, please.

Make it fast.

- What's up?
- What the hell are you doing?

Jonathan, jury's looking
at you like a monster.

Just dial it back, okay?

Yeah, okay, okay.

I'm sorry, if I upset you, sir.

But isn't it true, had you
not pressured Terry Coyle

into making that climb,
he'd be alive today?

Carla:
That's argumentative and cruel.

Cruel?

Your Honor, we all know
how horrible this tragedy was.

He needn't exacerbate it
like this

by punishing and
bullying everybody.

I object to that
self-serving attack

and I take personal
offense that--

Both of you, that's enough.

[both sighs]

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

And Mr. Rollins, I'm so sorry

if I've hurt your feelings.

Yeah, sure, I'll check.

Hang on.

Michael?

It's Grace.

- I'm in a meeting.
- Still?

[door closes]
Still.

Goodnight, Elizabeth.

Goodnight. Michael.

How'd the Blaustein audit go?

Lousy.

How do you feel?

- Lousy.
- Still?

I thought that once you
stopped taking the drug,

the symptoms will disappear.

Oh, yeah, they did. Right along

with my last
chance of getting you pregnant.

Stewart... this is not
an impossible situation.

Anne, the normal average sperm

count's a 125 million,
give or take.

I got a lousy 16 million.

Sixteen million
sounds like a lot to me.

Yeah, well it's not.
[sighs]

Except if they're all
little Matt Biondis.

Sperm Olympics. I like it.

Yeah, it's great.

I can't even make
the qualifying heat.

Hey, all it takes is
one cute little sperm

in speedo suit and goggles.

Yeah, it's not funny.

We didn't have much of a
chance with the drug without--

[thuds]

I just feel like such
a goddamn wimp.

[inhales and exhales deeply]

Stuart, you're not a wimp...

and we're not
without other options.

Sperm bank?

Hey, I'm not crazy
about the idea,

but it's something
to think about.

You wanna tell your kid
he wasn't conceived,

he was defrosted.

Listen to me,
according to the doctor,

there's still
some things we can do,

techniques we can use

times of the month
when our chances increase.

Think quality of sperm
Stuart, not quantity.

[both moan and giggle]

[moaning]

- Lock the door.
- Uh-uh.

I'm not doing it all over,
Maury Blusteins audit.

I want dinner.

I want candlelight.

I want dancing.

And then maybe
ba boom, ba boom.

Ba boom, ba boom.

Or if you prefer,

ba bing, ba bing.

I love you.

[soft music]

Remember, Stuart?

Think sperm.

[instrumental music]

And as Mr. Coyle's
supervisor, Mr. Swayze,

would you tell the court
whether this rock climbing

expedition was a function
of his employment?

It definitely was not.

Was it even remotely connected
to career advancement?

Look, a lot of people think,

"Hey, it can't hurt to
go hiking with the boss."

Mr. Swayze: But was it policy,

was it quid pro quo for
promotion?

The answer is no.

Thank you, sir.
Nothing further.

How much were you
paid by Terra Nova?

Objection, there's
no relevancy to Mr--

The relevance is this man gets

paid a fat salary by
the defendant.

A salary he doesn't
wanna jeopardize right now.

I'll allow it.

How much were you
paid by Mr. Osteen, sir?

Terra Nova pays
me $85,000 a year.

And you would lie to protect
that $85,000, wouldn't you?

- Objection.
- I'm not lying.

You're lying to save
your job, aren't you?

- Your Honor--
- I object to this interruption.

Carla: How many noses does
he have to bloody?

Judge: Ms. Stritch?

I am sorry, Your Honor,

but it is difficult
for me to keep quiet

while he continually
victimizes innocent witnesses.

I said that's enough.

Now, sit down.

And Mr. Rollins, she's right.

Stop the badgering.

They badgered Terry Coyle,
in going up that rock.

- Objection.
- Mr. Rollins.

I have nothing further.

- Judge: Any redirects, Ms--
- Excuse me, judge.

I've got a couple
of questions for the witness.

It better be brief.

What do you think you're doing?

Sit down.
Good afternoon, Mr. Swayze.

I'm Victor Sifuentes,
co-counsel with Mr. Rollins.

Sifuentes: I just have
a couple of questions

and then we can let you go,
if I can begin.

How many vice presidents
are there at Tarra Nova, sir?

Besides me there are seven.

And of those seven,

how many have
gone rock climbing

just prior to their promotions?

I wouldn't know.

Well, if I tell you, sir,

that through our
pre-trial discovery,

we have determined
that number to be seven,

would that surprise you?

Nothing surprises me.

Really?

So, when I tell you that
nobody who's refused

to go rock climbing has ever
gone on to make Vice President,

that wouldn't surprise you.

It's just a coincidence.

Coincidence?

If people don't
like rock climbing,

they don't have to go.

Sifeuntes: I see.

Are you a rock
climbing fan, Mr. Swayze?

Mr. Swayze: Not wild about it.

Sifuentes: But you've done it?
Mr. Swayze: Once.

When was that, sir?

When Mr. Osteen, invited me.

Sifuentes: And were you up for
the vice presidency

at that time, Mr. Swayze?

I believe I was.

And three weeks after
that you in fact,

were made Vice President,
correct Mr. Swayze?

That would be correct.

Thank you, sir.
Nothing further.

You left out key evidence,
I had to get in.

- I could have gotten it in.
- You lost your focus, Jonathan.

You had no righteous
humiliate me like that.

How the hell do you think that
looked jumping in--

- As soon as I--
- Jumping in?

I jumped in to save you.

Sifuentes, this is my case.

It was your case,
I'm taking over.

- You are like, hell.
- Come on, Jonathan.

Nobody makes a fool
outta me like this, not you--

Oh, go ahead. Well, you wanna
take a shot at me now?

You wanna beat me up?

You have got a client
out there with no husband

who is about to lose a lawsuit

and any chance to
salvage a life for her kids,

and you are in here crying
because your ego's bruised.

You listen to me.
My closing arguments

are prepared. I'm the best man--

That the jury
hates you, Jonathan.

They don't wanna even look at
you much less, listen to you.

Now, I didn't want in
on this case, but I am in

and I gotta do
what's best for the client.

That means me
taking over right now.

You don't like it?
Talk to Mackenzie or quit.

[instinct chatter]

It was dark, I mistook
the waistline for the main.

And what percentage
of your work had you completed?

All of it.

I did everything except
for that one mistake,

which I never would've made

if he hadn't been
breathing down my back,

putting all
that pressure on me.

Alright. I think
I've heard the stories here,

and I'm going to rule.

Uh, before you do, judge,

let me simply remind the court

of the substantial loss of
business suffered by my client

as a result of
that putrid raw sewage

pulsating through
Mr. Mosher's pipes.

I'd also like to remind the
court that Mr. Mosher failed

to have any permits on
the day of his grand opening.

That's because of your guy.

The building inspection is
independent of plumbing,

Your Honor, and the fact is that
Mr. Mosher had no right

to open that club on
the day in question.

She's right, Mr. Sylvia.
Alright.

I'm finding for the plaintiff,

but I'm denying all
consequential damages.

Mr. Holland will pay
the cost of repair of $2,300

plus court course of
five hundred dollars.

We're adjourned.

We gotta appeal.

- I've been screwed.
- We're not appealing.

That judge was bought,
we can sue him for bribery.

Whitey, we are
not suing the judge.

The case is over and
so is our relationship.

- What do you mean?
- You weren't straight with me.

You didn't tell me about
the other lawyers

and the continuances, you didn't
even tell me the true facts.

Plus, your check bounced today.

That's the bank harassing me.

I'm bringing a
case against them.

- Whitey!
- Ms. Perkins, don't abandon me.

Look, I will file the
necessary papers

to help you get
substitute counsel.

And after that, Whitey,
you are on your own.

Please, I'm begging you.

I know I got a mess
of problems, but I need you.

I'm begging you,
Ms. Perkins, please!

[knocking]
I've been thinking.

Strategically, it's probably
not a good idea

for me to do the closing.

Sifuentes: It would send out a
message to the jury

that I don't trust you
or your arguments and, uh...

well, I think I'd be
doing more harm than good.

So, I think you should close.

Try not to make
me regret it, huh?

Hey, Victor.
How's the trail going?

Everything's under
control, Leland.

Good. Glad to hear it.

Why haven't you
returned any of my calls?

I've been busy.

[scoffs] Busy? Hell.

A deadbeat client
gets better treatment.

My deadbeat clients
don't lecture me

on judicial ethics every
opportunity they get.

Is that what this is all about?

Kuzak: Not entirely, no.

Look, I don't know
what's going on.

For the last two weeks,
you have been cold and distant.

I'm not getting love
from you anymore.

I'm-- I'm getting lectures.

I just don't know what's
happening with us.

Are you seeing someone else?

No.

[sighs] No.

Well, then, I don't understand.

Do you remember
the Torrey case?

Double cop killing?

Yeah.

Our key witness was
a police informant.

His testimony should
have been suppressed.

I let it slide.

You know, I'd always thought
that there was a special help

for attorneys and judges...

with flexible ethics.

The ones who could conveniently
forget a little law

because they
know the guy is guilty

and they want
him off the streets.

I could never understand

[scoffs]
how they sleep nights.

And suddenly...

I'm one of them.

How could I tell you
that, Michael?

Gracie.

You can't do anything
about it now. It's over.

The guy killed two cops.
He's been put away.

You file it under lessons
learned and you go on.

But it bleeds
into the rest of my life.

I cannot forgive myself.

What do you want to do?

You want to go public?

You know...
if I do, oh, [sniffles]

it is not just
my career on the block,

it is Bruce Rogoffs, it is...

how the whole department
will look.

It is putting a cop killer
back on the streets.

Where's the good in that?

I don't know the answer, Grace.

But I do know that it helps

to sometimes realize
that you're not alone.

That you're not the
only one out there

who falls shorter
than mark sometimes.

Oh, Grace...

you'll figure
this one out, Gracie.

You'll do the right thing.

I don't know.

I just don't know.

[pensive music]

[door opens]

You got a second?

Sure.

Guess what?

I just talked for half
an hour with Arnie Becker

and he gave me a
complete overview

of the whole world
of adoption out there.

And he said, give an our
personal timetable

and everything, private adoption

would absolutely
be our best shot.

And they gave me the name of
a lawyer that we can talk to.

You talked to Arnie about this?

Yeah. Well, he's our
family law expert.

Who else am I gonna talk to?

Me, Stewart. Me.

Yeah. Honey, it's just he-- he
knows the field, that's all.

And now he knows
all about our little

pregnancy dilemma
too, doesn't he?

Yeah. And I'm the one
with the low density sperm.

What's your problem?

You keep making unilateral
decisions about stuff

that affects us both, Stuart,
that is my problem.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.
I-- I don't get it.

Do you want
to have a baby or not?

- I don't know.
- What?

You are the one who was talking
about exploring all the options.

Now, all of a sudden,
you don't know?

I'm 38 years old.
I love my work.

I'm not sure I'm ready to put it
on the back burner indefinitely.

Why would you have to put it
on the back burner?

Oh, please.

You are not the one that's
gonna stay home when the kid

has an ear infection,
at least be honest about that.

How can you take something so
simple, the most natural thing

in the world and blow it
up into this complicated mess?

I wanna have a baby
and what about you?

I'll be damned if I'm
gonna let you railroad me

into caving in on something
so important, Stewart.

It takes two. You keep
forgetting that, Stuart.

You could have world class
Olympic sperm.

Ann: It still takes two.

Oh, that's great, Anne.

Why don't you
say it a little louder,

some of the partners still have
their doors closed?

[door thuds]

- Oh!
- Ow!

Benny, are you okay?

I guess.

Did I hear my 10 o'clock?

[instinct chatter]

We'll hear from the plaintiff.

Um, to be perfectly honest,
I'm a little scared right now,

not just because
this is the first

closing argument
I've ever given.

But more because I'm afraid
my very first big trial

might amount to
nothing more than a showcase...

of my own inexperience.

If where I tried to be
assertive...

I was belligerent,

if where I tried to be
self-assured...

I was arrogant,

then I apologize.

And I can only hope for Maura
Coyle's sake that the maturity

I so badly lacked exists within
the 12 people on this jury.

The maturity
that will allow you

to rise above the
personalities and the petulant,

the maturity
that will allow you

to focus on
the facts of this case,

because however much contempt
you may harbor from me

on the facts...

Moura Coyle cannot lose.

Tarra Nova through
Peter Osteen, it's President,

sent out the message that
in order to climb the ladder,

you gotta climb the rock,
that's coercion,

negligent, coercion,

and because of it...

this woman's husband fell

two-hundred feet
to his brutal death.

"The mountain takes a measure

of a man," Peter Osteen said.

Jonathan: That rock didn't
measure Terry Coyle's life,

ladies and gentlemen,

that job is totally up to you.

And for this grieving widow,

I place now into your
hands, both her hope...

and to trust her hope,

that you will measure her
husband's life

more dearly than did
Peter Osteen or Terra Nova,

or some big rock
in the middle of a desert.

And to trust...

that you won't
factor in the likability

of her attorney into
the equation.

[inhales and exhales]

Make sure this goes straight to
his office, not the mail room.

- Okay.
- Then take lunch.

You want me
to get you something?

No, I got a sandwich. Thanks.

Okay.

I should be back about two.

Excuse me.

Abby: Mr. Holland?

I've gotta apologize to you.

Come on in.

I just don't
want you thinking that

I'm a guy who does that
kind of stuff to customers.

You ask my pal Mr. Brackman,

he'll tell you
what kind of work I do.

It's okay, Mr. Holland,
you don't have to apologize.

[exhales] Good.

Now, what's it gonna take

to get our train back on track?

[sighs] I'm sorry.

I can't keep you as a client.

- I can't afford to.
- I'll pay.

I'll pay. I can give you
$50 tonight, $500 by Monday.

I'll copper pipe your house,
it'll last a hundred years.

Please, listen.

I-- I have bills to
pay just like you do.

I'm being squeezed
just like you are.

Don't do this to me.
I'm a drowning man.

And maybe more important, I was
not able to represent you well

because you were not candid with
me about your situation.

Come on. I was afraid
you wouldn't take me.

I'll be straight with you,
I promise, a hundred percent.

No.

Look, I-- I won't resubmit
the check that bounced.

We'll say goodbye,
we'll call it even, okay?

Don't play with me!

What is it with you?

[breathing heavily]

Let go of me.

That kind of behavior
won't get you

anywhere with me, Mr. Holland.

Now, I suggest you leave before
you get into bigger trouble.

[door thuds and locks]

[sighs]

[door closes and locks]

[exhales]

[sighs]

Hazel, it's Abby. Yeah, um...

Eric has soccer today.
I-- I forgot completely.

Good. [chuckles]

Yeah, if you could just pick him
up. Yeah, that'd be great.

[door crashes]

[dramatic music]

[glass shatters]

I'm going to kill you.

What? Playing games!

- Get back!
- How can you say no to me?

[gunshots]

[gunshot]

Oh!

[groans]

[breathing heavily] Oh!

[camera shutter clicks]

[instinct chatter]

[music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

- Here.
- What?

Your mouth is bleeding!

Oh.

I bit my lip.

I don't know when.

According to
your statement to the officer,

you were on the phone
when he came in.

Yeah, and I-- I didn't wanna

frighten the babysitter,
so I hung up.

And I reached into
my purse for my gun.

No, I think you probably
reached into your desk drawer.

No, it was in my purse.

Abby.

- Hi, Mike.
- Are you okay?

Yeah, I was a
little wobbly before.

Yeah. I got a little wobbly
when you called too.

I-- I hope I didn't
sound too strange

when I called the babysitter

to tell her
to keep Eric for tonight.

I know that she knew
something was wrong.

Yeah. I'll check
with her later. Alright?

I'm Michael Kazak,
I'm Ms. Perkin's Attorney.

Lieutenant Ringstrom.

Kuzak:
You've been questioning her?

She was filling me
in on what happened.

She's been read her
rights, I hope.

She's not a suspect.

Well, you can see that she's
in absolutely no condition--

Mike, Mike, I already talked to
another officer.

Just let me finish.

Go ahead, Lieutenant.

Now, you'd pulled your gun

out of the desk drawer.

No, no, I'm sure that
it was in my purse.

Uh-oh, desk drawer.

So, you purchased that
gun for the lawful purpose of

protecting yourself
in this office,

not for the dangers
and unlawful purpose of

carrying a concealed
weapon without a permit.

Oh.

Are we alright here, counsellor?

Yeah. Fine.

Anyway, I didn't
mean to interrupt.

[sighs] Um...

I reached into my desk drawer

and I pulled out my gun.

He kept coming
and so I-- I shot him

and I think I shot him more
than once, but I don't know.

You shot him five times.

Oh.

Uh, look, I shot a guy once.

I had the whole thing.

Flashbacks,

the night switch, the denial.

When it gets hard to handle,

give me a call, okay?

Okay.

[instinct chatter]

We're dead.

Bailiff: All rise.

Be seated.

Judge: Ladies and
gentlemen of the jury,

have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

In the matter of Coyle
versus Terra Nova instruments,

we find in favor
of the plaintiff

and order the defendant
to pay damages

in the amount of one million,
two hundred thousand dollars.

[sighs]

Judge: Ladies and
gentlemen of the jury,

thank you for
your time and service.

This court's adjourned.

[instinct chatter]

Thank you.

I can't thank you enough.

Oh, thank you
both for everything.

Congratulations.

You, too.

Mr. Rollins.

Congratulations.

A little humble pine,
never hurt anyone, did it?

No, ma'am.

Don't you forget that now.

[chuckles]

Hazel on phone: Hi, Abby,
it's Hazel, Eric's fine.

He can spend the night here
if you like, just let me know.

Bye, dear.

Betsy Major on phone:
Abby, it's Betsy Major,

I just heard the news
and I hope you're okay.

My God, what a world.

Listen, the press is
gonna be coming after you.

Feel free to refer
them to me because...

I know this is gonna sound
tasteless as hell,

but this is it.

This is your chance
to get in in the game now.

Just off the top of my head

and all of it
can wait till morning.

I think we
should strongly consider

selling exclusive
tour the Nationals.

God, it is a dream for them.

Hindsight lawyer plugs,
plumber,

the pistol packing Abby wipes
down the law.

Abby gets your gun. And TV?

Oh, they are going to
beat you up with a spoon.

Kiddo, by the time
I get through,

you'll be the hottest
lawyer in LA.

[Abby sobbing]

[outro music]

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