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[door closes]

We'd like to throw something
new into the mix.

I won't plea down from
felony hit-and-run.

That stands.

A felony conviction
would destroy me

in the business community.

You left a man
to die in the street.

What's that do for you in
the business community?

Mr. Grady accepts responsibility
for the accident.

But on the charge
of hit-and-run, he's innocent.

I have an eyewitness
that says otherwise.

We're due in court.

Mr. Grady is sensitive
to the fact that

the victim was
a homeless person.

As he is sensitive
to the needs of

other homeless
community members.

Hygate: His corporation owns

the Rio Del Mar
Motel in Venice.

48 rooms, due for renovation.

Mr. Grady will convert
the motel

into a shelter facility
for the homeless.

400 beds and a kitchen.

That's very generous.

And we'll plea to misdemeanor

reckless driving, suspended.

This offer is premature.

When we get to sentencing,
I will recommend leniency.

If we get to sentencing,
this offer won't be made.

Killing a man
is not a misdemeanor.

Hygate: Mr. Grady did not know
that he hit that man.

This offer allows him
to do something

constructive for the city.

What this does, is allow
C. Howard Grady

to buy his way out
of the system.

Nonsense. Fines are punitive.

Mr. Grady is willing
to be punished

to the tune of
15 million dollars.

That's not skirting the system.

Plea to the hit-and-run,

I'll drop vehicular
manslaughter

and I will work with you
on the sentence.

We can't plea to a felony.

Then I'll see you in court.

[theme music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

That covers the agenda.

If no one has anything else;

we're adjourned.

Sorry, all.
Did I miss anything?

Just the staff meeting.

Oh, uh, don't move anyone.

Uh, Susan Bloom wanted you all

to see advanced copies of this.

[whistles] Kelsey: Oh, no!

CJ: It will be available

at your local checkout
counter tomorrow.

Kelsey: Let me see!

- Oh, Leland!
- Oh, my God.

They put us on the front
page of this rag!

Markowitz: "Bride Weds..."

"Attorney to the Stars,
Susan Bloom, partner

at Los Angeles law firm
McKenzie Brackman Cheney and--

Let me see that!

She told 'em she was a partner!

That was the paper's mistake.

She's already called
in a correction.

- When did she give you these?
- Just now.

I'm working with her

on Mikhail's Presidency
application.

You're representing them?

They are a completely
credible couple.

Well, they better be.

From what I hear
the Immigration Service

has broad discretion.

Believe me, Susan and Mikhail

are taking the process
very seriously.

Well, this kind of trashy
exposure can't help!

Oh, come on! Nobody
actually reads this stuff!

No, they look at the photos!

It's not very comforting to me.

Leland, it kinda looks like
you're the lucky bridegroom.

[laughing]

On that thought,
we'd better adjourn.

[laughing]

[indistinct chattering]

Ah, Benny!

- You owe me $22.
- Why?

Not only did Sam goad
my son into joining him

in that foolish drinking episode
at the wedding,

apparently, the boys
used Susan's home phone

to make $44 worth of 976 calls.

What's 976?

Dirty phone calls, Benny.

To women who talk about sex.

- Sam shouldn't a done that.
- You're damn right!

And he shouldn't have
dragged my son

into his malicious mischief!

I hope you're giving Sam
the punishment he deserves.

I told Sam he was bad.

That's it?

And that I was very mad at him.

That's not doing your job
as a parent, Benny.

Which is, number one,

to encourage appropriate
behavior by setting an example,

and number two, to discourage
inappropriate behavior

by administering discipline.

Even though Alexander was
only Sam's accomplice,

I grounded him.

He goes to school,
he comes home, period.

No loitering at the mall,

no having friends over,
no sending out for pizza,

and if he wants
to rent a movie,

he has to watch it
on the little screen

in his bedroom.

Oh, I don't have $22.

I'm prepared to waive
the money this time,

but keep Sam away from my boy.

Not much of a honeymoon.
Two days at the St. James?

Costs more than
a month in Gatlinburg.

Like many two career couples,
my clients have to make

the most of their
limited time together.

Actually, we found a lot could
be achieved in 48 hours.

I'm sure Mr. Spooner can
use his imagination, Hon.

I am paid not to use
my imagination.

Where was your husband born?

- Novotzbkov.
- Spell it.

N-O-V-O-T-Z-B-K-O-V.

But don't ask him to tackle
Buckhannon, West Virginia.

[laughing]

I am noting that you mentioned

your birthplace, Ms. Bloom.

I assume that's because
you're afraid that

your husband couldn't
supply that answer.

- Hey, that was a joke!
- Because my spelling is lousy!

Surely you allow
for the fact that my clients--

Shall we try to continue?

What is your method
of birth control?

None. We want children.

Your mate's appendix?

- Out.
Spooner: His tonsils?

In.

- Circumcision?
- Nope.

Want to see? [snickers]

- Joint bank account?
- No.

- Prenuptial agreement?
- Yes.

As adults with
successful careers,

my clients entered into this
marriage with some protection.

Have we finished?

We haven't begun, Ms. Lamb.
This is a two year process.

Now from now on, your clients
will be interviewed separately.

And we will question friends
and co-workers as well.

Any suspicious information
or behavior

and Mr. Olinskov's application
for residency will be denied.

You see my secretary
and block out some time

later this week.

Thank you.

Dr. Waters, you were on duty

in Venice Hospital's
Emergency Room

the night Mr. Walter LoBianco
was brought in for treatment.

Could you describe
his condition?

In addition to suffering
from multiple

compound fractures in both legs,

there was extensive
pelvic damage

and crush trauma to
the lower vertebrae.

He died before I could
get him into O.R.

Now were these
injuries consistent

with being hit by a car?

Dr. Waters: Yes, the victim was
traumatized twice, actually.

When the car struck,
the fractures occurred.

When he was pinned
under the wheel--

Move to strike, the doctor

was not at the scene
of the accident.

Granted.
The jury will disregard.

Doctor, did the victim's
injuries suggest

that in addition to
an initial impact,

he also had been crushed
under a heavy weight?

Yes.

Almost 50 minutes
passed between

the time of the initial injury

and when Mr. LoBianco
received medical attention.

How did that impact
his condition?

The victim died
of internal hemorrhaging.

Every minute that
passed was crucial.

So, if he had received
immediate help,

he might have lived?

Objection.
Calls for speculation.

Overruled. Please answer.

In my opinion, if Mr. LoBianco

had received medical
help sooner,

there was a good chance
he would have lived.

Thank you. Nothing further.

[classical music]

[knock on door]

[knock on door]

- Oh, hello there!
- Hello.

Anything wrong?

No, I just thought
I'd drop these off.

Thanks. Come in.

I'll just turn it down.

You're full of surprises.

Huh?

A quiet evening home
with Wagner.

Oh, well, it was
either that

or Marky Mark
and the Funky Bunch.

Would you like a glass of wine?

- Oh, maybe a little glass.
- Good.

Susan is seeing a client
tonight, so I'm on my own.

Hmm.

Chin-chin.

[glass clanking]

I hope you have
a hot date later.

Why?

The music...it's
torturously unrequited.

Yes, I like a composer
who can delay gratification.

Now that doesn't
surprise me about you.

You know, Susan
could have brought these papers

to the office tomorrow.

I know.

Excuse me, I thought I just

attended your
wedding last week.

A niggling little detail.

What about the other
little details?

That I'm your attorney
and your wife's colleague?

And what about the I.N.S.
breathing down your neck?

Would it make a difference
if you knew that Susan and I

are very clear about what
we expect from each other.

Please don't tell me
anything that

would limit me as
your attorney.

I don't think of you
as just my attorney.

And I've been thinking
about you a lot.

You're putting me
in a difficult position.

Not my intention.

But it seems absurd not
to at least

acknowledge the feeling.

Agreed.

But.

Okay. Understood.

No, for now.

Uh,

make that no, period.

- I better go.
- Um-hm.

[ambulance siren blaring]

[indistinct chattering]

ED 1: I'll get the crash cart.

ED 2: Get the on call
cardiologist. Stat!

Nurse: Alright, let's move!

- What happened?
- Where's Sam?

If you were any kind
of father to your son,

what happened wouldn't
have happened.

Where's Sam?!

Sheila, don't play
games with me.

Is Alexander alright?

More or less.
He's up in X ray.

Brackman: X-rays for what?

Sure, I know how
to control him!

Sheila: Let him
come live with me!

- How may I help you?
- Where's Sam?

..contender for "Worst
Father of the Year!"

Sam...Perry?

Sam Perry.
Where's Sam Perry?

You must be Mr. Stul...

Stulwicz! Benny Stulwicz!

I wanna see Sam Perry.

I'm Douglas Brackman.
I believe my son's in X-ray.

One second, please.
As Sam's guardian,

you need to sign
this authorization

for medical treatment.

It's only a broken wrist,
it's nothing serious.

If I could just
get a signature.

Hold it! You don't know
what you're signing.

Okay.

Officer, this is Mr. Stulwicz
and these are the Brackmans.

I wanna see Sam.

Sam?

- Mr. Stulwicz!
Benny: Sam?!

Mr. and Mrs. Brackman.

I understand
there's been an accident.

Yes, sir, there was.
Your son is under arrest.

Brackman: What for?

If there's damage,
I'm sure it can be

handled between
insurance companies.

Would you shut up, please?

I don't see that this needs
to be a police matter.

Sir, your son is
an unlicensed driver.

He was drinking under-age,

had an open container
in the vehicle, ran a red light.

He failed to obey a police
officer's order to pull over.

He drove recklessly
in order to avoid arrest.

He crashed into
a service station.

The Hazardous Materials
Squad had to be called out

in order to handle
the fuel spill.

Oh, my God!

Hey, Doug and Sheila!

Together again.
Anybody got a camera?

You've got some explaining
to do, young man.

His X-rays were fine.

Stitches should come out
in eight days.

Otherwise he can go.

Okay. Let's go, son.

What, are you just gonna stand
there and watch'em bust me?

Officer: You can see him down
at Juvenile Hall.

Wait, wait.
What about my bud, Sam?

He'll be comin' along, too.
Let's go.

Do something. I don't want
my son in jail with criminals.

I'll handle this.
You don't have to come.

Oh, you've done such
a marvelous job so far.

I think I'd better come along.

Suit yourself.
We can go in my car.

So you can tell me about
how this is all my fault.

I better drive myself downtown.

Fine. Drive yourself downtown.

Drive yourself over the edge
of the Grand Canyon.

Here.

Why don't you sit
right there, okay.

So, Ann and I have just been
talking about your work here.

And you know, since
the Hudson report is done.

We all knew the job
was temporary, right?

Right.

Not that I couldn't find
something to keep you busy,

I just don't know if you'd
find it terribly interesting.

What Stuart is trying to say

is that we would like to propose
an alternate plan.

Yeah, we'd like you to consider

the possibility of helping us
out with Matthew.

We know it sounds like
a lot of responsibility,

it is...but both of us think
you're terrific with him.

I don't know. I still have
school and everything.

Oh, well see Matthew's
going into daycare,

so you could pick
him up after 3:00.

Yeah, and he's just
crazy about you.

- It, it won't work.
Markowitz: Why not?

Look, why don't you
just try it out

for a while
and see how you feel?

I just -- I think I'd feel--

I mean, it's your house
and everything.

Oh.

Oh, look, we--we trust you.

It's not that.
I just-- I can't.

Sarah, does this have
anything to do with what we--

Please, stop trying
to rule my life!

Would you be more
comfortable working here?

I don't want to
work here either!

Please leave me alone!

Sarah?

Mr. Varns, where were you
when Mr. LoBianco was hit?

I was sittin' in the doorway
to this camera store.

I'd been down to the beach
but it was too cold

and windy to sleep down there.

What time did you come up
from the beach

and move into the doorway?

Oh, it was a little before 3:00

I saw Walter coming up out
of this parking garage.

He was lookin'
for some way to stay warm.

What did you suggest?

Well, there was a big pile
of garbage bags

outside of this restaurant
across the street.

Clemmons: How would they help?

Well, you empty out the garbage
and you tear holes for the arms

and your head and you
wear it under your shirt.

I told Walter about it
and he ran across to get one

and I sat down in this doorway
to get out of the wind.

Then what happened?

Well, this Jaguar came flyin'
up outta this cross street

and the next thing
I know, it jumped

the curb and plowed
into Walter.

And the driver got out, and--

Let the record show
that the witness has indicated

the defendant,
Charles Howard Grady.

Well, the driver ran
around the front

of the car
and looked at Walter.

Objection! The witness
could not possibly

know what Mr. Grady
did or did not see.

Sustained.

Did he look down
in the direction

of Mr. LoBianco?

Yeah, he even bent over
towards him.

Clemmons: Could you
see Walter LoBianco?

Hell, yeah, I could see him.

I could see hear him, too.
He was moanin'.

Like that sound a cat makes
when it wants to fight.

Then what did Mr. Grady do?

Well, he ran back to
the car and drove away.

Clemmons: Nothing further.

So, you were sitting
in the doorway

watching your friend
across the street?

Varns: Yes, sir, that's right.

Hygate: What kind of distance
are we talking here?

About 30 yards.
I didn't step it off.

30 yards. In the dark.

Oh, it was pretty bright.

We got some fine
street lights in Venice.

And when the Jaguar came
through the intersection,

was the signal light
red or green?

Well, I'm pretty
sure it was red.

- It was red?
Varns: Yeah, red.

Well, that's interesting because
the police report

states that there is no
signal light

at that intersection.

Now, let's move on.

How many bags was
Mr. LoBianco standing in?

Well, I don't know. A lot.

The police report says 18.
That sound about right?

Sure. It was a big mound.

So, Mr. LoBianco was
covered with bags?

How could Mr. Grady
have possibly seen him?

Well, he wasn't covered.
The guy looked right at Walter.

He even bent down
to check him out.

He knew. I could see it
in his eyes.

Hygate: It was 3:00 a.m.,

you were cold
and sleep-deprived,

yet you say you could
see a man's eyes

when you were sitting
30 yards away?

Yeah.

Through the 1979 blue Toyota

that was parked in front
of the camera shop?

That didn't obscure your view?

Varns: Well, I guess
I'd stood up by then.

So when you were standing you
could see over the blue Toyota?

Yeah.

The Toyota was yellow,
Mr. Varns.

Nothing further.

Mr. Varns, how did you identify
Mr. Grady's car for the police?

Well, I read part of the license
number when he drove by.

And isn't it true that
Mr. Grady is here today

because you accurately
saw and reported

the first four digits?

That's right.

Clemmons: Thank you.
Nothing further.

I don't see what you're
so torqued about.

Alex is the one
who's in serious trouble.

I told you don't run away from
cops, but he wouldn't listen.

You were truant,
you were drinking underage

disorderly conduct.

You're not exactly
in the clear, Sam!

Plus, when we go
into court tomorrow

the judge
isn't just gonna consider

what happened with
you and Alexander!

It's very likely that
the whole question

about Benny's guardianship
will come up!

You could lose him, Benny.

Why? I didn't do anything wrong.

I know you didn't, Benny,

but Sam's behavior,
it makes it seem

like you can't control him.

Sam: Look, I'll tell the judge
I made a mistake!

And I'll be standing there
with Alex and Alex's dad,

and Alex is in a lot
deeper doo than I am.

No way is his old man
gonna let him get nailed.

So, if Alex gets off,

then I get off.

And if I get off,
then Benny and I get off.

You got it all figured out,
don't you?

Well, let me tell you
somethin', wiseguy.

The first thing
Douglas Brackman did

was to make sure his son
won't be seen with you.

Because he thinks you're a bum.

You're not gonna be able to ride

anybody's coat tails
out of this, Sam.

You screwed up.

[knock on door]

You wanted to see me?

Are we failing
to communicate?

Ah, I guess we are.

[chuckles]
What are we talking about?

Howard Grady's people offered
civic service as part of a plea

and I had to hear
about it from a councilman?

How did a councilman find out?

Grady's floating his
"offer" to the public.

There'll be an article

in the late edition
of the Times.

I did not call you on this

because it was
tantamount to a bribe!

We have got a 170,000
homeless in our city

and a shrinking budget!

Grady is offering 400 beds,

a meal program
and job counseling!

If a rich man can buy his way
out of a murder rap,

what happens to equal justice?

Is there any way
we can make Grady's deal

and still serve this office?

Plea down to felony
reckless with injury?

I already tried that,
he won't go

for anything more than
a misdemeanor!

If we come up dry in court,
it'll be a political firestorm.

This case is strong.
I can win this.

Okay...

but if you
lose this one, Zoey,

my skirts won't be wide enough
to hide behind.

[door opens]

You know, the Rio Del Mar
is valued

at more than
14 and a half million.

Hygate suckered my eye witness.

Is Grady going to
take the stand?

Tomorrow.

I saw him once before
the planning commission.

Slick. And he's gotta be worth,
what, about 300 million?

Clemmons: Something.

You could grind him for
a helluva lot more than 14-5.

- Jonathan!
- What?

Go back and torch him for 26,
see what he says.

It is not a question
of how much!

Prosecution is not
a business deal.

Oh, please, Zoe!
That's exactly what it is.

How many plea bargains
do you do everyday?

It's one thing
to compromise the system.

It's another thing
to sell it out!

A man was killed!

There has to be some justice.

Tempered by what's possible.

Now, you just said
your case is shaky.

I said my witness got rattled,
I did not say he crumbled.

All the more reason to up
the settlement stakes.

Wait, so what's
the message here?!

Millionaires can do whatever
they want, as long as they pay?

Zoe, I know you're frustrated--

You think I'm whining
because I've had a bad day!

No! I think you're upset,

and I think it's making you

a little inflexible--
I don't...

- Where are you going?
- Home.

- Why are you angry with me?
- You figure it out.

All I was sayin' was
go for your best shot.

I was tryin' to help.

Look, I really can't deal
with this right now. Or you.

[instrumental music]

Where's Alexander?

You were supposed
to bring him.

I was supposed to pick
him up at school,

but he wasn't there.
I thought you'd gotten him.

He was released into
your custody, Douglas.

How could you let this happen?

What am I supposed to do,
hog tie him?

When he was living with me
we had problems

but he wasn't a missing person.

What are we going
to tell the judge?

Just shut up, Sheila,
let me handle it.

Douglas Brackman
for the minor, Your Honor.

I'd like to petition
the court for a continuance.

Where's your son?

I don't know, Your Honor.

You don't know?

You have my word I'll find him

and get him here
as soon as possible.

Alright, Mr. Brackman.

I'll hold a bench warrant until
8:30 tomorrow morning.

But if he's not in this
courtroom at that time,

I'm gonna have him arrested.

Thank you, Your Honor.

[door opens]

Sorry everybody.

Mama Bear, Papa Bear,

here comes your Baby Bear.

Tardy as usual.

Judge: Young man,
are you loaded?

I'm not gonna puke,
if that's what you mean.

Your Honor, a 14-year old boy
who's wandering around town

on his own, drunk is a danger

to himself and to his community.

I'm requesting that he be taken
into custody immediately.

Your Honor, clearly Alexander's
substance abuse problem

is more acute than either his
mother or I realized.

I respectfully request
that he be released to us--

Atta boy, Doug!

- Shhh!
Brackman: Alexander!

So that he can undergo
whatever counseling

or psychiatric evaluation

is necessary to deal
with this problem.

I have strong
reservations about

placing him back in your care.

However, I'm going to.

This is your son's first
criminal offense.

And you have shown
an awareness

of the severity of his problems,

and a willingness
to deal with them.

Alexander will reside
with his mother,

maintain his schooling, grades,

attend a 12-step program
three times a week.

Cool. I have many buds in A.A.

I am also ordering that
he immediately be placed

in a private residential

substance abuse
facility for 30 days.

No way!

Mr. Brackman,
you'll make restitution

for the damage he caused
to the gas station.

Now you people may be divorced,

but if you don't figure
out how to fulfill

your continuing
obligation to your son,

you're gonna lose him.

Thank you.

Judge: Call the next case.

Forget about it.
I'm not going into rehab.

Oh yes, you are.

What kind of butthole
lawyer are you?

Selling out your own son...

I see why you
divorced this jerk.

But you were a dope
to have married him

in the first place.

Let me go!

You listen to me, young man.

You're going to show us
some respect from now on.

Do you understand?

Your father and I have
done a terrible thing...

We've put your anger at each
other before your welfare.

And that's going to change.

We're going to do whatever it
takes to help you get well.

And we're gonna do it together.

On the evening of January 27th,

were you driving
a car that struck

and killed Walter LoBianco?

God help me, I was. Yes.

Tell us how it happened.

It had been a long day.

I was driving home after an
extended business negotiation,

an acquisition I was
trying to put together

and I was so tried
that my eyes were flagging.

The next thing I knew
I felt a sharp jolt

and my car was
on the sidewalk.

I must've fallen asleep.

Is it true that you
got out of the car?

Yes, I was shaken
and wasn't sure

what I had hit, so I got out.

- And what did you find?
Grady: Garbage bags.

I remember feeling relieved
and then stupid.

I thought I might've hit
the side of the building,

but there didn't seem
to be any damage

except to my car,
so I went home.

And did you see
Walter LoBianco pinned

under the right front
wheel of your car?

No, I did not.

If I had, I would've
helped him.

Hygate: Nothing further.

You walked around to the front

of your car to check for damage?

Yes, the right headlight
was broken

and the grill was cracked.

You saw the light
and you saw the grill,

but you didn't see
Walter LoBianco?

All I saw were the bags.

A Jaguar XJS sits pretty low.

How high were the bags piled?

Well, it was a big mound.

The paramedics
who arrived on the scene

say that the garbage bags were

scattered as far
as 30 yards,

consistent with
a moderate speed impact.

The bags must have scattered
when I drove away.

When the police arrived at your
home at 8:40 the next morning,

they found that your car
had been freshly washed.

I wash my car every Sunday.

Every Sunday afternoon,
according to your neighbors.

But the Sunday you washed
your Jaguar in the morning.

You arrived home exhausted
at 4:00 a.m.,

and were up bright
and early to wash your car?

The accident...shook me.

I tried to sleep,

but I was distracted
over the acquisition.

How's your hearing, Mr. Grady?

I have good hearing.

Lenny Varns has testified
that after the accident,

he heard Walter LoBianco
moaning

from across the street.

Why couldn't you hear him
when you were standing

in front of the tire
he was pinned under?

Like Mr. Varns said,

it was a very windy night.

I don't know
what he thought he heard,

but there was no moaning.

I think Walter LoBianco
was moaning.

I think you saw him
and you panicked.

Your company was leveraged,
you had to get this acquisition

to happen fast,
isn't that right?

I would never put a business
transaction above a man's life.

The police found
blood scattered

all over the scene
of the accident

on the garbage bags,
on the ground.

There had to have been
blood on the wheels...

and the broken
grill of that car.

Sustained.

Isn't that why you panicked
and washed your car?

There was no blood.

And anyone who knows me
will tell you...

I don't panic.

You don't panic?

So you can handle
any difficult situation?

Just like you handled
yourself that night.

Hygate: Objection!

Clemmons: Withdrawn.

Nothing further.

I ask you again, Mr. Grady,

when you left the scene
of that tragic accident,

did you know that you were
leaving an injured man?

I swear to you that I did not.

Hygate: Nothing further.

Bloom: Does your
wife wear perfume?

Yes, she does. Shalimar.

Do you ever use
a term of endearment

when you speak to me?

How about, dushenka?

Sweet soul.

I like it.
I hope I can remember it.

Describe the last
time you had sex.

They can ask us this?

According to my sources,

we gotta be prepared
for anything.

Okay. It was tonight.

We were sitting
on our living room floor,

going over some papers,
sharing a cigarette.

And suddenly I looked at you
in the firelight.

Your hair was flaming...

I saw the look on your face,

and I couldn't stop my fingers
from reaching across

and tracing the line where your
shirt collar met your throat...

and the front of your neck
I found a button

that slid open easily.

And I liked that so much

that I turned
your hand upto my lips

turned it over
and gently stroked it open

and kissed your sweet,
voluptuous palm.

I respond well
to positive reinforcement.

I reached for your
belt buckle --

- Mm.
- But I stopped you.

Because our love-making
that morning

had been fast
and wild and furious.

And tonight, I wanted

to take my time,
adoring you slowly.

[giggling]

But I was pretty intent
on that belt buckle of yours

[laughs]

so I leaned over you...

Your hair cascading
around my face,

your breasts
a wonder against me.

And I begin to kiss you.

Your lips were full.

Yours are strong
and surprising.

And I suddenly want you.

And I have something
I want to do for you.

Suzy. You're wonderful.

You ain't seen nothing yet.

After a long day, trying
to save his company,

Howard Grady, fell asleep
at the wheel,

lost control of his car,

and struck Walter LoBianco.

Now when Mr. Grady heard
what had happened,

he felt extreme remorse

and responsibility
for this accident.

But Lenny Varns claims that
this wasn't just an accident.

Lenny Varns,
the only other person

at the scene of the accident,

claims that Howard Grady saw

Walter LoBianco among
the garbage bags.

But how could he know
what Mr. Grady saw?

He was 30 yards away,
in the dark.

He couldn't see,
and he didn't see.

Lenny Varns wanted to believe
a stereotype.

He wanted to believe
that a wealthy man,

a man in a Jaguar,
is so cowardly and self-serving

that he could leave someone
to die in the street.

Mr. Grady's public
and private life

don't support that stereotype.

What you've seen
and heard in this courtroom

doesn't support that stereotype.

Believe what you've seen
and heard,

ladies and gentlemen.

C. Howard Grady
isn't a criminal.

He's a man who was involved
in a horrible accident

an accident that could happen
to any of us.

The People didn't bring charges
against C. Howard Grady

because he's wealthy.

We brought charges
because he is guilty.

And under the law, all men
and women are treated equally.

Put aside whether
he's is rich or poor;

whether he's a good guy
or a lousy guy.

Look at the facts.

Mr. Grady smashed
into a pile of garbage bags

and hit Walter LoBianco.

We have an eyewitness
who swears

he saw Mr. Grady
get out of the car,

look at the moaning victim
and drive away.

The same witness correctly
identified

the first four digits

in the license number
of Mr. Grady's car.

Blood was splattered
at the accident,

yet Mr. Grady says he didn't
see any blood on his car...

a car he washed himself by
8:30 the next morning.

C. Howard Grady says
he feels remorse

about hitting Mr. LoBianco.

But at the time of the accident

he wasn't thinking
about Mr. LoBianco.

He was only thinking
of himself.

He saw a homeless man
lying under his car.

A man without any means.

Without any family,
perhaps, or any friends.

And he ran.

He thought he could
get away with it.

So he hit and then he ran.

And because he ran, a man died.

Don't you let him
get away with it.

Treat C. Howard Grady like

any other hit-and-run felon.

Find him guilty.

It's the recommendation
of the District Attorney

that Sam Perry be
placed on probation

and that he be committed
to the custody of the Court

for suitable placement
in a foster home.

The young man has
a social history of street life

and delinquent behavior.

he obviously requires
more rehabilitation

than Mr. Stulwicz is
equipped to provide.

Your Honor, since Sam has been
in the care of Mr. Stulwicz,

his school attendance has
been nearly perfect.

His grades show
steady progress.

His teachers' comments indicate

a great improvement in his
attitude and social skills.

The Family Court did
a noble thing letting

Mr. Stulwicz have
custody of Sam.

But the experiment's
not working.

After reviewing
the background of this case,

I have to agree with
the recommendation

of the District Attorney.

With all due respect,

a family provides support
in times of trouble.

This is one of those times.

But you're not allowing
Sam's family to work

if you dismember it at
the first whiff of adversity.

Let Benny be a parent.

Let him help Sam learn
from his mistakes.

While Mr. Stulwicz
may have the best intentions,

it's apparent that
the kind of rehabilitation

that Sam requires is beyond
the scope of his abilities...

I'm revoking Mr. Stulwicz's
temporary guardianship,

and committing Sam
to the custody

of the Probation Officer.

We're adjourned.

Can I take Sam home now?

No, Benny.

The, ah, judge won't
let me go with you.

The other judge said Sam
lives with me. Tell her.

I'm sorry, Benny.

- No.
- It's okay.

No.

[knock on door]

Susan, I just got
a call from the I.N.S.

They're postponing
your session.

I'd hope so.

After Spooner's
visit this morning.

He came to your house?

Honey, I couldn't have
scripted it better.

There's Mikhail naked,
my undies all over the place

I wish I could have seen
the look on his face.

It was great.

Not as great as
the sex had been.

Susan?

[loud] Susan!

[laughs]

I'm gonna level with you C.J.,

I've known Mikhail forever.

We have partied together.

Gotten drunk together.

We even got married.

But until last night,

well, I never thought
I had a chance.

[scoffs]
Life is full of surprises.

Even for an old broad like me.

Well, good for you

Why not fall
for your own husband?

Lot of reasons. For starters,
he's not in love with me.

But I've have ah, two years
to change all that.

And you always close you deals?

You took the words right
outta my mouth.

[laughs]

Whoo!

[both laughing]

[knocking on door]

- Hi.
- Hi.

I was hoping we could talk.

Come on in.

Thanks.

I'm sorry about the way
I left the other day.

You don't have to apologize.

Mom disagrees.

I told her about what happened.

I was gonna call you
and Stuart tonight.

Sounds like you and your mom
are pretty close.

Probably because it's always
been just the two of us.

By the time I was your age,
my mom and I were alone,

we fought nonstop.

Of course, by then I was sure
I didn't need a mother at all.

The last thing I would have
wanted is two new parents.

[sighs]

It is a little hard to take.

Sarah, Stuart and I can see
that you're nearly grown.

And it would be silly
for us to try to do

what your mom has
already done so well.

But you're family.

And that's why we thought
of the babysitting.

You could find someone with
a lot more experience than me.

They wouldn't be
Matthew's sister.

I, I know you don't like me.
It's okay.

I'm still getting used
to the idea of you.

It's just...to work
in your house.

I feel like
I've barged in already.

You did.

But since you did it seems
a shame for you and Matthew

to miss this chance
to get to know each other.

What if I screw up?

Even on something little.

I might jump all over you.

I'll try not to, but sometimes
when I'm off-balance, I attack.

That's what I got
from my mother.

I've never taken care of a kid
as young as Matthew.

If I didn't think you
could handle this,

I wouldn't have suggested it
to Stuart.

This wasn't his idea?

No.

It was mine.

Will you do it?

Okay.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

- We have.
Judge: What say ye?

Foreperson: In the matter of
People versus C. Howard Grady,

on the charge of misdemeanor
reckless driving,

we find the defendant guilty.

On the charges
of felony hit-and-run

and felony vehicular
manslaughter,

we find the defendant
not guilty.

[indistinct chattering]

Judge: Members of the jury,
thank you for your time.

This court is adjourned.

Reporter 1: Mr. Grady, can we
have a statement please?

[indistinct chattering]

Reporter 1: Mr. Grady! Do you
feel you got special treatment?

Reporter 2: How do you
feel about the verdict?

Obviously, we're very pleased.

- Mr. Grady?
- I'm just happy it's over.

You did what you
thought was right.

And I lost.

You followed your
instincts, Zoe.

And you held on to
what you believe.

Can't beat yourself up for that.

What about those
400 beds in Venice?

Hey, let C. Howard Grady
live with that one.

Reporter 2: What about
the program for the homeless?

Well, obviously, we'll have
to reconsider it.

It appears he'll live
with it very well.

[indistinct chattering]

[copier machine whirring]

Working kind of late,
aren't you, Benny?

I have a lot to do.

[sighs]

Look, I owe you an apology.

I had a tendency to blame Sam

for all the trouble
he and my son have gotten into.

The truth is, Alexander
is just as responsible.

I wasn't being honest.

I made a mistake.

Why don't you knock off
for the night,

go home.

I'll be lonely at home
without Sam.

Will Sam be able

to come live with me again?

Some day, maybe,
when he's older.

When will Alexander
be able to...

come live with you?

The program he's in...

lasts 30 days.

And then he can come home?

Yes.

If Alexander can come home,
why can't Sam come home?

Well...Alexander has
parents who are able to--

Sam has me! I'm his parent.

Yes, but...you see, the way

the court views this
kind of thing--

That's not fair.
That's not fair.

That's not fair.

You're right, Benny.
It's not fair.

I want Sam to come home.

I miss him.

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[sobbing]

[sobbing]
I...

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