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Well, it's unanimous then.

Victor Sifuentes becomes
partner, effective, 1 April.

- Next up, Abigail Perkins.
- Not a chance.

- Why not?
Mckenzie: Hold on now.

We promised Abby when
she came back

that she'd be considered
for partnership.

And she deserves it.

Abby has turned into
a damn good lawyer.

Maybe so, but not everybody
can be a partner.

Victor makes eight.
Jonathan comes up in two years.

Plus there's C.J. and Tommy
Mullaney.

Mckenzie: Well, C.J.
doesn't want it.

And Mullaney will never have it.
Not while I'm still alive.

- Tommy is good.
- What's wrong with Tommy?

I don't like
the way he operates.

And his history tells us
he's too

self destructive to be
around very long.

- I disagree.
- Let's just stick to Abby.

Mckenzie: This is about Abby.

C.J. and Mullaney are
not future partners.

They are not a reason
to exclude Abby Perkins.

Come on, let's give her
"most improved player."

But she has zero profile.

Partnership isn't
a reward to be passed out.

I like her.
We all like her.

The only question here is
what's in it for us.

And the answer with
Abby is nothing.

How about just acknowledging
a person's loyalty?

- What about it?
- It's true, Ann.

I hate to agree, but she's
certainly no rainmaker.

Neither are you, Stuart.

Brackman: Let's
just take the vote.

[knocks] I vote yes,
and I seriously recommend

the rest of you do the same.

- I vote yes.
- Nope.

- No.
- No.

- No.
- No.

Brackman: Five to two.

She doesn't make it.

- You people are unbelievable.
- Hold on.

We don't announce or reveal
the results of this meeting

to anyone before March 15th.

Why not?

Because we have three offers
of employment out

to third year law students
who will respond by that date.

Since two of them
are women who could

be wary of our
being tagged with

the sex discrimination label,

we don't need the news about
Abby to push them away.

That is disgusting.

If we're not going
to make her partner,

we should at least tell her.

Now, I agree with this one.

If the news gets around that

the man's in, the woman's out,

it could cost us.
We tell nobody.

Leland, what am I supposed to--

This is a partnership meeting.

You have a fiduciary
responsibility

to each one of us.

You tell nobody.

This place is a piece of crap,
you know that?

The spirit of Rosalind Shays
just lives on forever.

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Next up, a reminder to all that

Jonathan, Stuart and myself
will be out of the office

tomorrow and Thursday on
our war game expedition.

- Your what?
- We announced this last week.

We're part of Richard Fliegel's
corporate team

in the industrial war
game championship.

Is that where a bunch of guys
get together and run around in

the woods like idiots and shoot
each other with paint balls?

Richard Fliegel is one of
our top grossing clients

and he doesn't
consider it idiotic.

You never told me it was an
overnight thing, Douglas.

You never said I'd have
to sleep in the forest.

[laughs] Brackman: I showed you
the brochure, Jonathan.

This is just like you
to try to weasel out.

I helped you with Noah,
how about you

helping out with my client?

- Will you two please?
- Moving on.

Edwards vs. Dune Promotions.

That's my boxing case.

Heavyweight club fighter
got hammered real bad.

I represent his wife.

We're suing the promoter
for planning a mismatch.

How do you get by
assumption of the risk?

By gettin' the jury
to focus on

the puss oozing out
of this sleaze who set up

his own client
to get beaten half to death.

I see.

Brackman: Abby, I see you pushed
the Eric Lindros

deposition till Friday.

Yeah, believe it or not,

I have been asked to be on

the Phil Donahue show tomorrow.

- You're kidding?
- Really?

They're doing a show on
gun control and carry permits,

and they're having...

Well, they're having
professional people

who have defended themselves
with firearms.

And they...they asked me.

You're really going on the show?

I doubt it. I mean, they have
three other guests.

They don't need me.

But they've asked,
so I'm thinking about it.

I'll be sure to set my VCR.
Alright, we're adjourned.

So, Abby, can you tell me
how you shot the guy?

Can I see you for a second?

Sure.

I'm sorry. I...I just can't act
like nothing's happened here.

We've had these
two great kisses.

Well, they were great for me.

They were great for me, too.

But, you know, if we start
something here, it's, uh,

it would be very complicated.

We work together, yeah.

With a lot of other people.

Relationships could get
seriously compromised.

Including ours.
I mean, we're friends.

Good friends.

And if we start something
and it doesn't work out,

well, that would be
jeopardizing our relationship.

And that's a pretty big risk.

At least for me.

Right.

Well, maybe we should just,
uh, play it safe then, uh,

pretend like nothing happened.

I don't think I can do that.

Me neither.

[laughs]

This is the Tidman
68 special.

12 inch barrel,
M-16 grip, semi-automatic.

Can I see it?

Does this, uh, does it hurt
when it hits you?

Look, I know you guys
aren't wild about this,

but let me tell you...
I want to win.

Problem with running
a tampon company,

people make jokes about you.

You market a very respectable
tampon, Richard.

There's nothing
to be ashamed of.

Just the same, I can
shut a lot of mouths

by winning this trophy.

Alright. Tonight, Ranch Park,
7:00, we practice.

- Tomorrow, 6:00 a.m., Tarzana.
- [gunfire] Hey!

Markowitz: I didn't do
anything. It just went off.

Brackman: What do you
mean it just went off?

I didn't even touch
the trigger.

- Alright, knock it off.
- I swear.

That paint is totally washable.

It will come right off.

Hey, it could be a good omen.

Direct hit.

- 7 o'clock, Rancho Park.
- You shot my father!

It was a mistake.
You never made a mistake?

Give me that gun.
You shouldn't have it.

You know what, I don't
want to go on this trip.

You're going to be
a menace to the team.

- Douglas...
- I know it.

A few weeks after the fight,
I began to notice it.

His words were slurring
and his hands began to shake.

And you think it was
the boxing match with

Hector Casalus that did
this to your husband?

Oh, I know it was.

I mean, he'd been
knocked out before,

but never like that.

My God, never like that.

And for this you blame
the promoter?

He wasn't just a promoter,

he controlled Larry's career.

He was the person
who was supposed

to be looking out for him,

but he set him up
to be mauled

to make Hector Casalus
look good.

Now, the defendant never
concealed the fact

that he represented
Hector Casalus

as well as your husband, did he?

Robyn: No, he never
concealed that.

He just concealed the fact that
he was sacrificing Larry.

- Objection.
- Sustained.

And it is also true,
Mrs. Edwards,

that your husband doesn't want
you to bring this lawsuit?

- No, he doesn't.
- Then why are you?

Because he can't work.

Because we're broke.

Because I have three children
that need to eat.

And because I just don't know
what else I can do.

Your husband can't find
other work besides boxing?

He got a job selling plants
at a greenhouse.

And they fired him because they
said he kept getting confused.

Last week he went to the grocery
store to get some milk.

He forgot why he went
and when he went to call me,

he couldn't remember
our phone number.

I'm sorry, baby.

I am so sorry to
embarrass you like this.

Thank you, ma'am.

That's all I have.

Your husband fought
42 previous fights

and was knocked out seven
other times, correct?

Yes, but this fight was--

"Yes" is all I need, thank you.

And as a professional
boxer, ma'am,

your husband certainly knew
the physical risks

of stepping inside
that ring, didn't he?

We never thought that it could
be so lopsided.

Your husband knocked
out 18 people.

He himself was
knocked out seven times.

That means 25 of 42 bouts
were lopsided enough

for one fighter to end up
semi-conscious.

This fight was a mismatch!

Both you and your
husband knew that Hector Casalus

was a highly-ranked contender
being groomed

for the heavyweight
championship, didn't you?

You told us Larry had
a chance, Mitchell.

Isn't it true, ma'am, your
husband took this fight

because it was being broadcast
on national television?

Because it was
the biggest professional

opportunity of his career, and
that if he'd won,

he would've been in line
for a championship bout

himself, maybe, down the road?

He tricked us into
thinking all of this.

Where's the trick?
This is boxing, Mrs. Edwards!

The object is to knock
the opponent unconscious.

The winner gets a parade,

the loser usually gets
hospitalized.

He kept telling us
to just trust him.

Who made the final
decision to fight

Hector Casalus, Mrs. Edwards?

My client or your husband?

We relied on him for advice.

Who made the final decision
to accept this fight?

- Larry, but--
- Thank you, ma'am.

I have nothing further.

Hey, 7 o'clock. Quitting time.

Oh, I've got these depositions
to get to.

Wow, look at you.

Yeah, I'm going to the "Sleeping
with the Enemy" premiere.

I have an extra ticket
if you're interested.

I could also get you a sitter.

Oh, no, thanks.
I better stick to these.

I'll be lucky to bill 200 hours

by the end of the month
as it is.

Abby, under the heading
"life is too short,"

you should get out more.

I know.

And...

in the "is it worth it"
category,

I wouldn't sacrifice too much
for these people.

Excuse me?

I'm tapped into
the secretarial grapevine.

Douglas Brackman's
secretary typed this morning

the minutes of last night's
partners meeting,

at which meeting
the new partners were voted on.

Victor's in.
You're out.

- That can't be right.
CJ: It's right.

Their feelings are
you don't have

the profile to
bring in clients,

and they don't feel compelled

to invite you into their family.

Why didn't Ann tell me?

I had lunch with her
today, she would've say--

They're keeping it hush hush

until March 15th.

They don't want to spook
the women law students

they've got offers out to.

- Those bastards.
- Yeah. So sod it.

- Let's go to the movies.
- Uh, no, thanks.

I don't-I don't feel like
going to the movies.

I'm sorry, Abby...
I hope they change their minds.

Those lying sons of bitches.

[indistinct chattering]

Referee: Alright, you'll have
a 30 second head start.

- Ready, Wolverines?
Man: Yeah, we're ready.

Man 2: Go!
Man 3: Let's go!

Man: You heard him.

Alright, next up,
the Douche Kings!

- That's us.
- Douche Kings?

- That's us?
- What kind of a name is that?

- Come on, let's go.
- Douche Kings?

Alright, here are
your kill chips.

You get killed, you hand it
over to the guy who kills you.

You kill somebody else,
you get his chip.

- Any questions?
- Uh, yeah.

Is there like a snack bar
out here someplace.

Referee: Alright, ready,
Douche Kings. Go.

- Hustle up. Let's go, men.
- Next up, National Tire.

- Let's get out there.
Referee: Alright, National Tire.

- You guys know the route...
- We'll get 'em stew balled.

Fliegel: Move it! Move it!

Come on.

Aah!

[groans] For God's sake!

Hey, you're in play.
You're dead.

- What?
- That's our own man.

Referee: That's an official hit.

Player one, you're out.
You get his chip.

Harris: The scientific term
would be dementia pugilistica,

but that's just a fancy way
of saying punch drunk.

Were you able to
ascertain the cause

of this dementia, Dr. Harris?

In my opinion it was
caused by the repeated blows

to the head
in the Casalus fight.

At this time, Judge,
I would like to play the tape.

The defense renews its objection
to the tape, Your Honor.

The bench renews its ruling.
Overruled.

Play it.

[groans]

[groans]

[cheering on TV]

[whack]

[groans]

[cheering on TV]

[groans]

[groans]

[groans]

[thudding on TV]

[groans]

Referee: One, two...

What actually happens when
punches like that hit the head?

In simple terms,
the blow accelerates

the skull through the air,

while the brain lags behind.

And when the head stops
moving, the brain

crashes into
the wall of the skull.

Then it reverberates back
against the other side.

And this can cause
damage to the brain?

Oh, absolutely.

It ends up stretching
and ultimately tearing

both the nerves and the tissues
inside the brain.

And, doctor, based on your
examination of Larry Edwards,

could you tell us what
lies ahead for him?

We can't be completely
sure, but the likelihood

is that he will become
unable to speak.

Within 15 to 20 years,
he will become

physically dysfunctional,

and he will need constant
medical and nursing care.

All because of a boxing match?

All because of a boxing match.

Thank you, sir.
Your witness.

My witness.

[sighs]

Larry Edwards has
taken at least

10,000 punches in his
boxing lifetime,

and you pin his
dementia down

to the eight or nine we just
saw on that tape.

The annual neurological
exam given to him

before that fight
showed no brain damage.

Spitzer: Would that
test be conclusive?

No, but--

And you yourself didn't
examine this man

prior to the Casalus fight,
did you?

No, I didn't.

And, in fact, sir,

punch drunk syndrome can result
from accumulated

trauma suffered over
a career of boxing, true?

Even the winners can be
affected this way, right?

Joe Lewis suffered from

pugilistica dementia,
didn't he, sir?

I never examined Joe Lewis.

Every boxer is at risk

to this affliction, right?

Yes, now that is
certainly true.

You personally think the sport

of boxing should be banned.

The American Medical
Association

believes it should be outlawed.

And you agree with
the AMA, don't you?

Boxing should be banned, right?

- Yes, it should be.
- Thanks, Dr. Harris.

Nothing further.

I'd like you to meet
Ms. Abigail Perkins.

Ms. Perkins is an attorney
with the firm

here in Los Angeles,
McKenzie, Brackman,

Cheney, Kuzak and Becker.

Two years ago, Ms. Perkins was
attacked by a deranged client

who had a lead pipe.

You defended yourself
using a handgun.

You shot the guy.
And you killed him.

[applause on TV]

Donahue: It should be said,
however, you did not have

a carrier permit,
did you, Ms. Perkins?

No, they are
impossible to get.

Responsible citizens are not
allowed to carry firearms,

which means that if
I had been attacked

on the street instead of
in my office,

I would probably be dead.

I thought she wasn't
going to do this.

Something must have
changed her mind.

Donahue: 8000 people in this
country are killed every year

with a handgun. Many of them are
children, shot accidentally.

That's appalling.

So is selling guns
to people with criminal records,

or a history of mental illness.

I support gun registration,
waiting period,

and background checks.
But to say that no--

Passing out pistols
is contemptible.

I'll tell you what's
contemptible.

Our government cannot
stop the drug wars.

Our government cannot
stop rising crime.

Our government cannot stop

the guns from getting
to the gangs.

And they want to
pass laws to stop them

from getting to you and me.

[applause on TV]

Bennett: So you
just arm everybody

and become a society
of violence?

We already are a society
of violence.

All I'm saying is it's time to
let the good people fight back!

"Lawyers Who Kill." And we'll
be back in just a moment.

[applause on TV]

[knock on door]

- Mike?
- Mm-hmm.

Sifuentes: Can I speak
to you for a second?

Yeah, sure.

Um, I'm really not
sure how to say this.

- It's about Grace.
- What about her?

Well, I think that we...

I think there could be something
happening between us.

Look, we didn't mean
for it to happen.

It just kind of snuck up on us.

What I'm trying to say is,

would it bother you if Grace

and I started seeing each other?

Yes.

Yes, it would bother me.

You'd been training
Larry Edwards for how long, sir?

- Almost seven years.
- But he's not your employer.

No. I work for Mr. Dune.

Larry was one of the fighters
assigned to me.

Now, Mr. Lott, could you tell
me what your reaction was

when you learned
that Larry was scheduled

to fight Hector Casalus .

I thought it was totally nuts.

I mean, Hector's
a ranked contender.

He's in a totally
different class.

Did you tell this to Mr. Dune?

I did, and he, uh...

told me to keep my mouth shut

and get Larry ready to fight.

Did you express your
reservations to Larry?

Yeah, but, you know, every
fighter, they always see

the other guy lying on the mat.

You know, they never
see themselves.

Yeah. So the fight
went forward?

Yeah. But not with me
it didn't. I quit.

Mullaney: Why did
you quit, sir?

Because I couldn't close my eyes

to what was happening.

I mean, don't get me wrong,

these things happen
all the time.

You know, the promoters
staging mismatches.

Because of the public. You know,
they like to see knock outs.

But this? He had no chance
but to get hurt.

And that's what
I told Mr. Dune.

I says, "You better
get yourself

another trainer
because I quit."

Thank you sir.
Nothing further.

Larry Edwards have knock out
power, Mr. Lott?

Oh, yes.

Spitzer: And if he
had ever connected

would it have been possible
for him

to knock out Hector Casalus?

It was possible, sure.
But--

Spitzer: Thank you, Mr. Lott.
That's all.

[birds chirping]

It's this way.

No, this way.

Douglas, I think I see
somebody.

Shhh.

They spotted us, dammit!
They're coming.

- Let's give up.
- We've gotta fight back.

He said those things,
sting, Douglas.

- We could be home for lunch.
Raider : Fire!

[gunfire] Whoa!

They've got no place to go.
Let's move up.

- Yeah, let's get them.
- Hold on. Cease fire!

Now look, you've got
four people, we've got four.

There are no surprises.

If you retreat at
once, we'll hold fire

and you'll all live.
Do we have a deal?

Here's your deal!

- Let's take 'em!
- This is ridiculous.

How the hell did I get
myself into this?

You have to aim, Jonathan.
You can't just shoot at the sky.

Rollins: Stuart! Get back here!

Raider : They can't shoot strait

- One, two, three.
- Here they come.

Shoot, Douglas!

[yelling]

[gunfire]

Where the hell did you
come from?

You're all dead.

- The little pudge ball got me.
- Stuart?

Kill chips, please.

[instrumental music]

And Larry Edwards
wanted it, did he not?

Wanted it?

This was the opportunity
he begged me for.

He said he wanted to get in
the ring

with a named fighter
so he could make his mark.

Mrs. Edwards claims you
knew her husband would be

savagely beaten when you
scheduled that fight.

Look, first of all,

I was Larry Edwards
exclusive promoter.

That meant I had a financial
stake in the man.

So I certainly wasn't going to
do anything to ruin his career.

Second, you gotta
understand something.

Anything can happen
in a boxing match.

Anything.
Look at Buster Douglas.

The man was a mismatched,
no-name bum

up until the time
he knocked out Mike Tyson.

Classius Clay, they said,
had no business

even being in the same ring
with Sonny Liston.

[laughing]
Look at George Foreman.

The man's 40, he's fat,
a candidate

for a stroke, yet still in
there knocking people out.

Did you think Larry Edwards
might beat Hector Casalus?

- The truth?
- No.

But did he have a chance?
Absolutely.

And Larry was grateful to me
that I gave him that chance.

Spitzer: Thank you, Mr. Dune.

Nothing further.

You also control
Hector Casalus, don't you?

That's correct.

In fact Hector Casalus
is your meal ticket, isn't he?

He's a promising fighter.

But I take care
of all of my clients.

Yeah.
You really took care of Larry.

You sent him into battle
with the fourth ranked

heavyweight contender
in the world.

Nobody held a gun to his head.

Mullaney: But you advised him.

You told him this would
be best for him.

Dune: That's right.
And I believed that.

Don't lie to this jury.

- Objection!
- Counsel.

According to Walter McDonough,

executive producer
of "Fight Time,"

on Prime Sports Cable,

he told you that
before he would close

the cable deal
on Hector Casalus,

he had to be
sold on the guy's power.

Three days after
that, you set up

this match with Larry Edwards.

So?

So Larry Edwards was
the tomato can you knew Casalus

would knock out, probably
in spectacular fashion.

Totally untrue.

Larry Edwards put his life
and his career

in your hands, Mr. Dune,

and you sold him out
for a cable deal.

He wanted this fight
just as much as I did.

Mr. Dune,

your gross take on
the Casalus cable deal

was 1.3 million dollars.

I work hard for my money.

You paid Larry Edwards
8000 for that fight.

That's right. And that's more
than he ever made before.

Mullaney: But you got rich,

and he got
a lifelong disability.

Look,

Larry knew the risks, okay.

The man knew all of
the hazards.

No, he didn't, Mr. Dune.

Larry never knew that one of
the hazards was you.

Spitzer: Objection!
Mullaney: Withdrawn.

I have nothing further
for this citizen.

You can step down, sir.

Your Honor, the defense
would like to call

as its last witness
Mr. Larry Edwards.

Judge: We're adjourned. We'll
see Mr. Edwards later this day.

Brackman: Get me down.

Rollins: You know, it was your
idea to go on this trip.

For God's sake,
let me lie down.

Alright, look, I'll put
you down by the shack.

[groans]
Okay, here. Lie down. Lie down.

Hey! Anybody there?

A little help? [door slams open]

Whoa! Hold it, hold it.
Don't shoot. We give up.

We need some help.
A guy got a broken ankle here.

Bookworm j&1: I know
a little first aid.

Can't you find a referee?

No. I think he's gonna pass out.

[gunfire]

man: Hey, look out!

[groaning, yelling]

man: Hey, come on.
Get up, get up!

man: Where'd he go?

There's a guy out there.

[gunfire]

[groaning]

man : Take cover.

[gunfire]

That's it, you're dead!

man: Oh, man!

[grunts]

[knock] Grace.

[clears throat]

For the record, I think it's
completely unprofessional.

- I beg your pardon?
- You and Victor.

It's bad for the firm,
it's bad for morale.

If Victor and I were
seeing each other,

what business is it of yours?

Well, probably none.

But you are a partner
and he is still an associate.

At least for the time being.

And you know how
dangerous that can be.

That's the objection?

That I'm a partner
and he is an associate?

Alright,

he's a friend and you are
my ex-lover. How's that?

At least it's honest.

Listen, Michael,
this isn't something

we're trying
to rub your face in.

And I certainly appreciate

that you're not comfortable
with it.

But what you have to appreciate

is that it really isn't
any of your business.

He asked me if I would mind
and I said yes.

I guess that doesn't
make any difference.

[sighs]

I understand you picked up
a new client.

Yeah. California Chapter
of the NRA.

Uh-huh.

You have a problem?

You really want to know?

I thought you were
self-serving on that show

and totally irresponsible.
It made me sick.

Thanks for your support, Ann.

Hey, friends are supposed
to be honest with one another,

right? I'm giving you
my honest opinion.

That's right. Friends
are supposed to be honest.

Like if you knew
that a friend

was getting screwed out
of a partnership,

you'd level with her.
You hypocrite.

I don't make partner
because my profile's too low.

I go on television,
I get a little publicity,

and suddenly I'm self-serving
and irresponsible.

- I wanted to tell you Abby, b--
- But what?

What, your
obligation to the partners

took precedence
over our friendship?

I get it exactly, Ann.

How dare you judge me.

[crickets creaking]

[owl hooting]

[sighs] Well, I guess we should
just go to sleep.

It's only 7:00.

What else do we do?

This is crazy.

I don't care what he said,

I'm lighting the fire.

He won't like it.

[strike]

- You're very lucky, Jonathan.
- Why?

Because you have youth, choices.

I'm 40 years old,
I'm here in the woods

shivering all night

because I can't say
no to a client

who makes designer tampons
and sells them

to the jingle
"uptight and outta sight."

I'm intimidated by clients,
I'm afraid of my ex-wife,

my teenage son ignores me,

and I'm to afraid
to light a fire

because of a 5 foot 6 inch tax
attorney with a Hitler complex.

[chuckles]
Don't end up like me, Jonathan.

You still have choices.

Douglas, you still
have choices.

You're right.
I can light a fire.

[strike]

[stomp] You want us all
to be killed in our sleep?

Painted, not killed, Stuart.

Worst case scenario,
we get painted in our sleep.

And you think that's nothing?

Tell that to the Cobras.

[jangling]

You killed four more guys?

I'm going back out on recon.

Jonathan, get two hours sleep.

Douglas, you stand guard.
Get up in the tree.

You won't fall asleep.

What? I'm not climbing any tree.

Get in the tree, Douglas.

I'll be back!

Did you really think you
could beat Hector Casalus?

I knew he was tough.

And that he hit hard,
but I had a chance.

Did Mr. Dune ever tell you
he thought you'd win?

No. He thought if I caught him,
I maybe could have.

Spitzer: And you chose
to take this fight,

knowing the likelihood
that you would lose?

Maybe I shouldn't have done it.

I dunno.
Next time, maybe no.

Next time?

Do you plan to fight again,
Mr. Edwards?

Maybe.

I dunno.
I can still fight.

The doctors have testified
you've suffered brain damage.

My head's a little fuzzy,
and I forget things.

But I can still move.
I can still hit.

You don't have to be
a scientist or nothing to box.

Spitzer: I appreciate
your candor, Mr. Edwards.

Now, your wife is blaming
Mr. Dune for all of this.

You don't, do you?

Robyn's doin'

what she thinks she has to do.

None of us is too
good at talking

the other one outta stuff.

I see. Thank you, Mr. Edwards.
I have nothing further.

Now, you graduated from
high school, isn't that right?

And one year of state college.
I dropped out to fight.

Mullaney: Yeah.

What is 3x4+5?

- Objection!
- A little latitude, Judge.

Very little, Mr. Mullaney.

3x4+5, sir.

Seventeen.

Now, your son Ricky's birthday
is April 4th,

yours is August 7th,

the Mets will never win
another World Series,

March, July, September, 12th.

When is Ricky's birthday?

Your 12 year-old son,
Ricky, when is his birthday?

Oh, come on.
I just told you.

Everybody in this room knows it.

He's your son. When is it?

Alright, let's move on,
Mr. Mullaney.

I forget sometimes.

It's April 4th.

You really think
you can still fight?

Not as good as before maybe.

But I can still make a living.

Hit my hand.

Spitzer: Objection.

Come on, you're a boxer.

Hit the hand.

Come on, this isn't
so fast, Larry.

This isn't necessary,
Mr. Mullaney.

Mullaney: Larry, you're
a professional boxer.

Come on, hit my hand.
Show us your reflexes.

Come on, Larry, you can do it.

[cries lightly]

When's Ricky's birthday?

Come on, Larry,
your oldest son.

It's...It's April.

April what?

I have nothing further.

It's April.

His-his birthday is in April.

Brackman: I keep telling myself
that Fliegel's

worth $800,000 a year to us.

Shhh. Quiet.

No use in getting killed now.

Any sign of Rambowitz?

Stuart?
I hope he got captured.

He's probably eating
bugs for breakfast.

[rustling] Freeze!

Make one move,
you get it in the ass.

Okay, okay.

- Drop your guns. Now!
- Fine.

Now, you're gonna give me
all your chips.

Lie down on the ground.

[gunshot]

[groans]

[thudding]
Walter: What the hell was that?

Stuart?

I believe I'll take your chip.

I gotta sit. [groans]

- Wait a minute. You're a Cobra.
- So what?

So, I killed you yesterday.
You're a cheater.

What's the big deal,
you killed me again.

Where'd you get this
little terror?

You're a cheater, man.
You ruin the game!

- So sue me.
Brackman: Alright, Stuart.

No, no. It's not alright.
You ruin the game!

[gunshot]

Hey! [gunshot] Hey!

- Stuart.
- Come on, Stuart.

Maybe you'll think
twice next time!

Walter: Hey! Hey! Stop it!

Maybe you'll remember next time.

- Walter: Stop it!
- Knock it off.

You're hurting him!

[thud]

- Ow.
- It was for your own good.

Douglas, you fragged me.

Damn right I did.

Now give me your chip.

Rollins: Unbelievable.
Unbelievable.

Boxing is a dirty business.

The promoter controls
the managers

so he can represent
both fighters in the same bout.

You never know
who's pimping for who.

The regulations stink
and it's possible

for club fighters
with lousy credentials

to be thrown in with
championship caliber fighters.

Now that is what happened
here, ladies and gentlemen.

Larry Edwards
was put in that ring

solely because
the defendant knew.

He knew that he would be
quickly destroyed,

because he would make
Hector Casalus look good.

Because he would help Mitchell
Dune close that cable deal.

Now, I don't sit here pretending
to be shocked.

Like I said,
the fight game is dirt.

And it's usually more about

promoting entertainment vehicles

and raising revenues
than it is sport.

And bums are thrown in
with contenders all the time.

But the problem here is

it was Larry Edwards' own
guy that sold him out.

See, Mitchell Dune's job was
to protect him.

To advise him.
And he sacrificed him.

There was a trust here.

And for 1.3 million dollars

Mitchell Dune chose
to betray that trust.

And because of that,

Larry Edwards is brain damaged.

Because of that, one day

Larry Edwards will
be unable to speak.

He will need a nurse to help
him go to the bathroom.

For Larry Edwards,

for his wife and kids

please, do something
to even things up.

Boxing is a sport where
the object is to bash

the opponent's head until
he loses consciousness.

That's what boxing is.

We could mandate headgear,

we could mandate
bigger, softer gloves.

We could do a lot of things
to make it safer.

We choose not to.

Because the essence
of boxing is blood,

and eyes swelled up to where
you can't see,

and knock outs, and pain.

Mitchell Dune knows that.

Larry Edwards knows that.

Knowing that,

Larry Edwards decided to become

a professional
and assume those risks.

And like any pro,

the thing he wanted most
from his promoter

was a shot at the title.

"Get me in there with
the big boys."

Well, Mitchell Dune got him in
there with Hector Casalus.

An opportunity Larry Edwards
was grateful for.

And he lost. He got hurt.

For which we're all very sorry.

But please,

if we start suing
promoters every time

a boxer suffers
a viscous knock out,

we'd be holding them liable

for giving us exactly
what we pay to see.

Admit that, ladies
and gentlemen.

Larry Edwards isn't
blaming Mitchell Dune.

How can you?

[instrumental music]

- I have to talk to you.
- Sure. I just came in.

Who the hell do you
think you are?

- What?
- We are not sleeping together.

We...We don't even have
a relationship.

I didn't even say I'd
go out with you.

Why are we talking
about this now?

Because you went to Michael
and made it public.

Damn you, before we did
anything you had

to go and get his
stamp of approval!

Approval? Look, I don't know
what he told you.

Victor, if something is
happening here it is between us.

You and me. It has nothing
to do with Michael.

Michael still loves you.

That doesn't give him the right
to decide who I can be with.

Or you, either.

I make up my own mind

and I don't need
anybody's permission.

You're right.
I didn't think. I'm sorry.

I don't know. Maybe we should
just forget this whole thing.

[laughs]

- What are you doing?
- Nothing. Just...

Nothing.

I heard you were
a big hero today.

- 21 kills.
- Yeah.

Second place. [groans]

I could have won,
but Douglas fragged me.

- He says you had it coming.
- I did.

I think I was, uh, acting out

a lot of stuff out there,
you know.

[chuckles]

Tell me about acting out.

I bit Abby's head off
for going on Donahue.

I just turned into
the dragon lady.

You know what I was thinking
about the whole time

I was out in the woods?

What?

I was thinking about the time
we went camping together

and you got poison oak
all over your...

Because you didn't bring
the toilet paper.

Oh, come on.
You used the wrong leaf.

I miss you.

I miss you, too.

Look, I can't promise you
all the monsters are gone.

God knows, the way
I behaved out in the woods,

there's still a few
of them running around.

But...

whatever my problems are,

you're the one I want
to dump them on.

Meaning what?

Meaning I want to come home.

To you.

To you and me.

I love you.

You're the most important
thing in my life.

And you always will be.

Then come home.

[instrumental music]

Has the jury reached a verdict?

Foreman: We have, Your Honor.

Judge: How say you?

In the matter of Robyn Edwards
versus Dune,

we the jury find
in favor of the defendant.

Judge: Members of the jury,
thank you.

This case is adjourned.

Uh, Larry,

I've been thinking about
your future and--

Would you leave, please.

Would you just hear me out,
please.

We could use a guy
like you down at the gym, Lar.

You know, just a little
sparring. Not too much.

Maybe you could help out
with some of the new kids.

- The pay's pretty good.
- I'll take it.

- Larry!
- Just get out of here, please.

Let me know.

How could you think about that?

I know I can fight.

It could lead to something.

I could get another shot.

You're not going to get
another shot, Larry.

You don't know that.

Come on, Robyn.

[instrumental music]

[knocking on door]

Look, I know it's
really rude

for me to just
drop in like this.

I'm probably the last
person you want to see.

Close.

Can I come in anyway?

[door closes]

I'm really sorry.

Going to Michael was not
the right thing to do.

It was a knee-jerk reaction.

Where I come from, you just
don't muscle in on another guy.

That's no excuse.

I didn't think about how
you would feel about it,

and I was wrong.

I was totally wrong
and I'm sorry.

Okay.

Now what?

Do-do you want me to go?

No.

[saxophone music]

[theme music]