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Sheila: Do you think Alex
is really looking forward

to coming home
at the end of treatment?

You heard him.
He's counting the days.

Fortunately,
he has us to help him.

You are something, Douglas.

- What?
- You should have seen yourself.

Sitting there in group
holding hands with strangers,

caring, sharing...

I mean, that stuff
is not exactly up your alley,

and yet, you were doing it.

Well, it's never too late

for me to start being
a father to my son.

It meant a lot to Alex
having you there.

Speaking of caring and sharing,

do you have any idea
how great you look today?

Thanks for the lift.

Sheila, have you noticed

that after we visit Alex,

we always end up in bed?

- Really?
- Really.

Shall we keep our record
spotless?

[sighs]
It's not a good time.

You know,

it gets me crazy
when you make me beg.

This is not foreplay, Douglas.
It really isn't a good time.

I'm expecting someone.

[sighs] Well,
then let's go in the house

and just not answer
the doorbell.

He has a key.

Whoa.

This someone sounds serious.

Serious enough
so that when I'm with you

I feel like
I'm cheating on him.

I don't mean to make this
your problem, Douglas

but we promised each other
in group

that we'd be open
and honest from now on.

[sighs]
And Here he comes.

The pool man?

He said I needed a new pump.

The next thing I knew, he was
servicing me twice a week.

[theme music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

Jonathan: I wanna thank you
for meeting me here.

I know how much you hate
early mornings.

It's okay. I haven't been
sleeping much anyway.

Yeah, me neither.
Flying dreams.

Only I keep getting tangled up
in the power lines.

Probably the new job.

Performance anxiety.

Well, I didn't make things
any easier,

jamming you the other day
about commitment.

No. No. Listen,
you didn't do anything wrong.

You told me clearly
what you needed.

So...

we've reached a point

where we should be
getting engaged or something.

But I'm not there yet.

[chuckles]
Wait a minute.

I want us to be
together emotionally,

but I never said anything
about getting married.

That's where we're headed.

I won't string you along, Zoe...

You're breaking up with me,
aren't you?

What I'm saying...

is that I don't want to be
the one to make you unhappy.

Why can't you just admit that
you don't want

a white woman on your arm
because you're afraid

it'll hurt
your political career?

Oh, girl, are we gonna dance
this oldie again?

Look me in the eye
and tell me it's not true.

[chuckles]

I think maybe
we shouldn't see each other

for a while.

Okay. I better go.

- Zoe. Zoe.
- Please, don't.

Times up.

There are a lot of "Q" words.

I always have a lot of trouble
getting my pinky up to the "Q."

Oh.

I'm sure you did fine.

Uh, Mr. Becker
will be making a decision

about a new secretary
by the end of the week.

Great!

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

[sighs]
Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

Oh.

Here's the schedule of assets
on Bromberg versus Bromberg.

The status conference
for the Niederman divorce

is set for Thursday
and your lunch is canceled.

Roxanne, it's great having you
back at the helm again.

Are you sure
I can't entice you back

on a more permanent basis?

We're ex-lovers.

I couldn't come in every day
and be this close to you.

Page Deitrich called.

She wants to know if you can
squeeze her in this afternoon.

Page Dietrich?

Whoa, now there's a chapter.

She went through
a nasty divorce.

I was her attorney,
a shoulder to cry on...

It was the first time I ever
broke the unwritten rule.

But God, Rox,
if you could have seen

how beautiful this woman was...

I guess that means
squeeze her in.

Is she getting another divorce?

No. She said
it was a personal matter.

Let's duck her then,
I don't like revisiting

the past which is why
I don't collect antiques.

In other words,
I guess there'll come a day

when you won't take
my calls either,

because I'm some
ancient artifact in your life.

Okay, okay. Work her in.

Geez, if you're gonna take
everything so personally,

maybe I don't want you back.

How are the interviews coming?

Lulu, who just left,

doesn't take dictation,

isn't computer literate,

types 25 words a minute,

and leaves out the letter "Q."

But seeing the way you drooled
over the rest of her resume--

You don't really think
I've evolved at all, do you?

You know, even I understand
that using women

to decorate the workplace

objectifies them
in the most demeaning way.

- I'll keep interviewing.
- Good.

But why don't you let me
have Lulu's number.

The least I can do
is give her a call

and let her down easy.

If you're gonna take
a pro Bono federal case,

at least take one you have
a shot at winning.

I think I will win.

You are suing
on behalf of an ex-con

who claims his constitutional
rights were violated

because he got AIDS in prison.

Now, even if you could prove
deliberate

in difference
on the part of the state,

which is doubtful,
the jury's sympathy

is never gonna be with your boy.

Not to the tune
of two million in damages.

Stuart: Wait a minute,
he can argue

that his client was
a rape victim.

That ought to evoke
plenty of sympathy.

Any chance
that the state will settle?

No, they wanna go all the way
with this one.

And why wouldn't they?
They know they're gonna win.

I must admit, I don't see

how the Department
of Corrections

can be held responsible
for prisoners

who contract AIDS.

Who else are you gonna hold
accountable?

Between the I.V. drug use

and the high rate
of homosexual activity,

the majority of in mates
are probably at risk.

- Now those are flowers.
Man 1: Whoa!

Tommy: Oh! Good God!

Did a float escape
the Rose Parade?

- Roxanne: They're for Grace.
- Who from?

Somebody rich and ostentatious.

[Laughs]
Oh...

[sighs]
It's blank.

Somebody rich and ostentatious
who can't write.

Who'd be stupid enough to spend

all that money
and not take credit?

I guess we can assume
it wasn't you.

Yeah. [Leland sneezes]

Here come my allergies.

Are we about finished,
Douglas?

Adjourned. Gesundheit.

[Leland sneezes]

Alex: Mr. Meacham,
will you tell the court

why you were sentenced to
Bolsa Verde State Penitentiary

in May of 1987.

I was convicted
of armed robbery.

Where were you housed in Bolsa?

Cell Block C.
In a two-man cell.

Alex: Was there another man
in that cell?

John Smithy.

Alex: Mr. Meacham,
can you describe for us

what happened after
you were placed in the cell

with Mr. Smithy?

[Ray clears throat]

After the first night, um,

I was raped.

And pretty much every night
for six months.

Alex: Did you tell anyone
what was being done to you?

I yelled for help once.

A guard came
but he didn't do nothing.

And why did these attacks
eventually stop?

Smithy got sick.

They put him in the hospital.

What was the nature
of his illness?

They found out
that he had AIDS. And he died.

Alex: Subsequently you learned
that you too had AIDS.

- Isn't that correct?
- Yeah.

Alex: Your Honor,
I'd like to submit

stipulated medical records

from County USC Hospital,

where the plaintiff

was treated for wounds
suffered in his arrest

which show he was HIV negative
before his incarceration.

Mr. Meacham,

after learning you had AIDS,

did the prison doctors

put you on any medication
such as AZT?

- No.
- After you were paroled,

were you provided
with any treatment?

[clears throat]

My parole officer told me

about a county program
for people with AIDS.

[sniffs]
But there was a waiting list.

So what did you do?

Well, uh, [clears throat]
after a while,

I got pretty desperate.

You know,
I wasn't living too good.

[sighs]
I, uh,

I wasn't eating,

I was sleeping on the street.

I figured my only chance
was to go back to the joint.

So, next time
I went to see my P.O.,

I hit him.

I figured that would get me
thrown back in for sure.

What did
your parole officer do?

Well, he said
he was gonna file charges

with the district attorney,

but a few of days later,
he dropped 'em.

Alex: Did he tell you why?

Yeah, he said I was a headache

that the system didn't need.

And what did you
take this to mean?

That the Department
of Corrections

didn't want me back inside,

because they'd didn't want
to take care of me.

Thank you.
I have nothing further.

The truth is, Mr. Meacham ,

you don't actually know you got
AIDS from John Smithy, do you?

- I know.
- How?

You have no way of proving

that you didn't contract
this disease

from shooting dope, do you?

Objection. Assuming facts
not in evidence.

- Sustained.
Keck: Now, Mr. , Meacham,

you say you called an officer
for help,

but he did not intervene.

When he came to your cell,

did you tell him
what was being done to you?

I couldn't.

Smithy had a knife.

But it's not like the screw
didn't know what was going on.

And you never reported it again
after that?

Smithy said he would have
killed me if I did.

So you only complained once

about these heinous acts

that you supposedly
had to endure.

Isn't it a fact, Mr. Meacham,

that you're making
these allegations

as a way of concealing
the embarrassing truth

With no other sexual outlet,
you, like many men in prison,

consented
to a physical relationship

with another inmate?

No.

You voluntarily engaged
in high risk sexual activity,

you got AIDS,
and now you want

to make that
someone else's problem.

- No!
Alex: Objection! Argumentative.

Mr. Keck...

Keck: I'll withdraw

the question, your Honor.

I have nothing more
at this time.

Roxanne: Uh...
Page Deitrich here to see you.

You want to show her in?

Page.

Thanks for seeing me
on such short notice, Arnie.

Hey,
anything for an old friend.

Please, have a seat.

It's, it's been
a longtime, huh?

- 1984.
- Right.

I took you to see Carl Lewis

win all those gold medals
at the summer Olympics.

[coughs]

[coughs]
Thank you.

What's wrong?

I have AIDS.

I need to draw up
a living will.

My God...

I know what you're thinking,
Arnie.

You can relax.

I'm pretty sure
who I caught the virus from.

And it was long after you
and I had our summer games.

[coughs]
Oh!

I've had shingles.

I've had a blood disease
nobody's ever heard of.

I have tumors.

I've had pneumonia
three times.

Last time on a respirator.

Fifteen days with
a tube shoved down my throat.

And for what?

I mean, it's not like
I'm ever gonna get well.

I don't want anymore
heroic measures.

I want it to be over now.

Can you take care of it for me?

Page, you know a living will

really isn't really in my area
of expertise.

Well, from what I understand,
its not all that complicated.

Yeah, but still,
you oughta have the best.

And, and I'm kind of
underwater right now...

Ah, I see. You're frightened
because I have AIDS.

- No.
- Forget it, Arnie.

No, wait, wait.

Page, if you want me to take
a run at this, I...

I'll see what I can do.

Really.

Well, I've jotted down
some instructions.

If you could make it legal
you know,

render it dense, impenetrable.

Nobody does dense
better than I do.

I'll have a draft together
in a day or two.

I think I can last that long.

Listen, uh, Page,
if money's a problem...

Thanks to the divorce agreement
you got me,

it's not necessary.

But you're sweet to offer.

[sighs]

Yeah, hi. This is
Arnold Becker again.

I called yesterday
about making an appointment

for an HIV test.

Arnie, you were supposed to be

at Malamud and Pottinger
five minutes ago.

- Cancel. Yeah, I can hold.
- I can't cancel.

The client flew in from New York
for this conference.

Roxanne, this is an emergency.
Just handle it.

Okay.

What's wrong, Arnie?

This woman sails in here
yesterday,

tells me she's got AIDS.

And I'm not supposed
to worry about it

because she thinks she got it
after we slept together.

That's what's wrong.

Arnie, you told me when
we were first getting together

that you had had an AIDS test.

- And that it was negative.
- Did I?

Do you think that I would have
slept with you otherwise?

Don't you hate it
when they stick you on hold

and they forget about you?

Did you or did you not

have an AIDS test?

I think what happened was
I had an appointment

but I couldn't make it
for some reason.

- So basically you lied to me.
- I didn't lie.

I just didn't get around
to actually having

the test because I didn't think

there was any reason
to be concerned.

And there's probably no reason
to worry about this either.

Look, why don't I make
an appointment for both of us.

Put our minds at ease?

Yeah, hi.

Yeah, look can you test
another person, too?

Keck: Warden Keough, what are
the circumstances

under which you would segregate

a prisoner
from the general population?

Medical or behavioral problems

that pose a risk
to other inmates.

Did the plaintiff's cell mate,
John Smithy,

fall into either
of those categories?

Based on his prison record
and his inmate profile,

I would have to say no.

Keck: Now, sir,
when Mr. Meacham

was diagnosed with AIDS,

would it be your opinion

that he received
adequate treatment

from the prison medical staff?

Absolutely.

When he had meningitis,
we even brought in a specialist

to evaluate him.
After that he was paroled,

and we were no longer
responsible for him.

Thank you.
No further questions.

Warden, you want us
to believe John Smithy

didn't pose
any kind of medical risk.

But you were aware
that this man had been arrested

twice for possession
of heroin, weren't you, sir?

Yes.

And didn't a history
of intravenous drug use

put Mr. Smithy in
a high-risk category for AIDS?

He was never convicted
of either charge.

So you didn't even bother
to perform a simple HIV test.

We were precluded by law
from mandatory random testing.

So you ignored
the medical threat.

- Objection.
Judge Hansen: Sustained.

It's your testimony, Warden,

that John Smithy wasn't
a behavioral problem, right?

Yes.

His prison file contains
several reports

of sexual assault against
younger inmates.

Those were accusations. We
could never substantiate them.

So you chose
to ignore that threat, too.

Warden: Prisons
are overcrowded.

Ideal with 1700 men,

many of whom make John Smithy
look like Captain Kangaroo.

That might be a plea
for prison reform, Warden,

but the fact is,
your deliberate indifference

is why Mr. Meacham
is going to die from AIDS.

- Objection.
Alex: Withdrawn.

I have nothing further.

Thanks for stopping by.

The judge in Alexander's case

is asking us to file
a declaration with the court

certifying that Alex is in
a substance-abuse program.

I need your signature here.

I'm sorry about
Rex coming by yesterday.

- It was bad timing.
- Not a problem.

I don't want you to think
that I'm falling back

into my old pattern
of waving lovers

in your face
just to torture you.

I don't think that.

Because that's not
what you were doing.

In any case,
Rex and I have decided

not to see each other anymore.

Just when you were getting
your algae problem

under control.

Every time Rex and I made love,

I found myself fantasizing
about you.

Really?

And when you make love
with someone

like that under false pretenses,

well, it didn't seem fair
to Rex,

or to me...

or to you.

[sighs]
I'm flattered.

What are you doing
tomorrow night?

Oh! I have plans.

Are they plans
that can be broken?

Well, I've been seeing
someone, too.

And we had a date
for tomorrow night.

Too bad, though.

We could've had some fun.

Oh, of course,

I could always see Sandra
another time.

Where should we get together?
Your place?

My building's being tented
for termites.

- What about the house?
- Not with Geoffrey there.

Why don't I make
some arrangements.

You do that.

Grace: I am writing
in response to your letter

dated April 16.

Re: People versus
Wohlberg Securities, period.

Mr. Wohlberg will be available
for deposition comma...

Hello, Grace.

Thanks for the flowers.

Hmm.

How did you know
they were from me?

A fortuneteller told me.

What's the occasion?

The last Tuesday of May.

What's that?

It's the first time
we made love, Grace.

I was hoping that maybe we could

have dinner tomorrow
to mark the anniversary.

- No.
- Why not?

Because you're playing
with my head.

I'm not...

playing with your head.

- I need to talk.
- Then talk.

But don't expect me to relive

a romance
that we don't have anymore.

[sighs]

Well, the things I have to say

can't be said here.

Grace,
please have dinner with me.

- Alright.
- 7:30 at Metro.

I could come over
and pick you up.

I'll take my own car.

Okay.

Well, see you there.

Mr. Cruz,
after the plaintiff hit you,

why did you decide
not to press charges?

I made a judgment call.

I felt that by lashing out
at me,

Ray was just testing out
the strength

of my commitment to him.

So I decided
not to turn my back.

Keck: When Mr. Meacham
was wait-listed

at the AIDS treatment center
you referred him to,

why didn't you take steps
to see to it

he went to another agency?

Ray never told me
that there was a problem.

Keck: Mr. Cruz,
do you know of any reason

why the plaintiff
would make-up these allegations

of deliberate indifference?

Or why he would be
asking for damages

in excess
of two million dollars?

- Alex: Objection.
Keck: Your Honor..

The witness is Mr. Meacham's
parole officer.

Someone intimate
with his patterns of behavior.

Judge Hansen: Overruled.
The witness may answered.

Ray could've finished school
while he was doing

his time. And he didn't.

He could've learned a skill.
He didn't do that, either.

I just think it's easier
for him to be mad

at the system
than to have to go out there

and try to make
something of himself

and risk failing.

Frankly, I think he's lazy.

No further questions.

Isn't it possible, Mr. Cruz,
that my client's not lazy.

But rather, sick
from a debilitating

and fatal disease?

I suppose.

Now, you say
that after Mr. Meacham

smacked you on the face,
like the Good Book tells us,

you decided to turn
the other cheek, is that right?

That's exactly what I said.

I realized
that Ray needed my help.

Oh, come on, Mr. Cruz.

Didn't you drop the charges

because you were
under orders to do so?

Because your supervisors
in the Department of Correction

didn't want to put
an AIDS patient

back into prison due to the
high cost of his treatment?

Objection, compound
and assuming facts.

- Not in evidence.
- Sustained.

Mr. Cruz,
you said you didn't know

that Mr. Meacham was wait-listed
at the County center.

Why didn't you ask?

- I would have eventually.
- Eventually!

Early treatment
is this man's only hope.

I've got to worry
about 209 parolees.

Oh, admit it,
you let Ray Meacham

fall through the cracks.

And he'd be better off back
in prison?

He doesn't want to go back
to prison, Mr. Cruz.

He just wants the care
he deserves!

No further questions.

I know lawyers
don't make house calls,

but the trip
to your office yesterday

really took it out of me.
Thanks for coming.

No big deal.

Uh, would you mind if we sat
in the other room?

No problem.

It's easier for me
to breathe near the vaporizer.

Pull up a chair.

Can I have Gina
get you something?

Uh, no, thanks.
I've done lunch.

Oh, let me get this
out of your way.

Now,

based on our conversation
yesterday, I put together

what's called a durable
Power of Attorney

for health care.

It allows you
to designate someone

to issue instructions
to the doctor

if you are no longer able
to make informed consent.

So they can pull the plug
when the time comes?

Basically.

[coughs]

[sniffs]

[groans]

Oh, what about withholding food
if I'm not able to feed myself?

We can request that
nourishment be withheld

if that's what you want.

But we would have
to spell it out in there.

Then do it.

Okay.

- Oh!
- Whew.

Almost.

It's a favorite of mine.

I'm thinking about
having my ashes put in it.

Well, uh, okay.

I will, um...

I will start to work
on these changes.

And if everything else is okay,

I can have this ready
for your signature tomorrow.

Listen, we didn't get a chance
to chat yesterday...

What's--
What's going on with you?

- Eh.
- You happy?

- Yeah, everything's okay.
- You in love?

No. Nobody special right now.

Look, I would love to visit,

but I'm running
a little late, so...

Thanks for everything.

Hey, no problem.
Look, don't get up.

Uh, I can show myself out.

[instrumental music]

Hey, how you doing?

Whenever my life
is in the toilet,

you show up to brighten my day.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Just call me Mr. Sunshine.

Mr. Sunshine,
look, let's not do this.

Not that I'm not grateful,
but for once,

let's do something different.

Like what?

Anything but talk about
my screwed up life.

Okay.

Want to talk about
my screwed up life?

- Yeah.
- I'm thinking about

quitting McKenzie Brackman.

- Why?
- Why not?

The fact is,
this corporate kiss-ass law bit

is starting to wear thin.

I'm not a team-player
I speak my mind.

- That ruffles feathers.
- Good. Who's?

This time? DePalma's.

He's all pumped
about some constitutional case

he can't win.

But he doesn't wanna hear that.

Well, he should listen.
You're usually right.

How many juries
are gonna listen

to an ex-con with AIDS

who's nuts enough
to punch his parole officer

to get back into the pen?

I know that one.

It landed on my desk.

The P.O. was ordered
to drop those charges

because the
Department of Corrections

didn't want the guy dying
on their nickel.

- Are you sure?
- That's what he told me.

Would you be willing
to testify to that?

- Tommy...
- Well.

You could help DePalma
in a big way.

I thought you weren't
a team player.

And no, no,
don't get me involved.

I have enough
on my mind already.

It's okay.

[exhales]
I'm not dead yet.

I'm just too weak
to get out of bed.

Let me get you to sign these

and I'll be out of your hair.

You can go back to sleep.

Sorry I was a little late.
Traffic was murder.

Oh, Arnie,

is it so hard for you to be
in the same room with me?

- Hmm?
- My neighbor called.

Said there was a guy
in a Porsche

parked in front of the house
for the last hour.

I told him not to call the cops
because I knew it was you.

I was on the phone.

I had to return phone calls.

I can remember a time
when you'd do anything

to get into this bedroom.

Come on, Page.

I also remember
what you told me

when we broke up.

You said
"The first love after a divorce

isn't meant to last,
but to heal."

But that you'd always
be there for me.

Guess I made the mistake
of believing

that wasn't just an exit line
from a slick lawyer.

I am here for you.

Well, don't be.

It just makes me
feel more alone,

more afraid.

Show me where to sign
so you can get out of here.

[knock on door]

What's up?

I just heard you're going to be
subpoenaed

to testify in Federal Court.

Oh, man. I asked Mullaney
not to get me involved.

Well, according to
the assistant Attorney General

handling the defense,
what you have to say

would impeach the testimony
of the parole officer.

And that might give credence

to the plaintiff's
overall claim.

Are we just chatting, or are you
going somewhere with this?

I just wanted to say that
from where I sit,

there's no reason for you
to extend yourself

to help the plaintiff.

- You want me to lie?
- No.

I'm just suggesting you don't
embellish your testimony

in such a way
that the defense suffers.

I'm gonna tell the truth.

You take the stand
and tell your truth,

it's gonna to sound
like this guy was smart

to hit his parole officer.

Send out a message like that

and we'll be inviting
every indigent in California

to commit a crime
so they can go to the joint

and get free health care
and housing.

That's a lot of crap, Ruby,
and you know it.

I know what's going on
in your private life, Zoey.

Do you want to jeopardize
your work life, too?

That sounds like a threat.

I've always respected you
for being tough and fair.

But you also have to be smart.

This is the Attorney General's
office calling.

People with a lot of influence,
who can help your career.

You're in line
for Assistant Head Deputy D.A.

This is not the time for you
to get a reputation

as someone
who doesn't know how to play.

[soft music]

[door opens]

Douglas?

Hello.

What a wicked idea
to meet in a hotel.

Flowers were on my mind, too.

Remember our trip to Maui?

We never left the hotel.

All I wore for three days
was a plumeria lei.

Holy Haleakala.

Mind if I take this off?

I'm hot.

You always were my biggest fan.

Nice catch.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hi.
- Hi.

Would you like something
to drink?

Yeah. A glass of water.
Plenty of ice.

Thanks.

You look very pretty.

Thank you.

What do you wanna talk about?

Look, I understand. You have
every right to be leery.

A few months ago I needed to go
my own way, right?

And you let me.

And how do I pay back
that understanding?

I disappear.

No phone calls, no letters.
And then here I am, right?

All that I can say, Grace,
is that I was...

really confused.

I was scared.

It was a tough time for me.

And I just kinda dropped out.

But I started seeing
a therapist.

You? In therapy?

- Mm-hmm.
- Huh.

Mr. Paddle-your-own-canoe?

Mr. Shrinks-are-a-rip-off?

- Yeah, well--
Waiter: Good evening.

Tonight's special,
we have a grill John Dory

served in a coulis of--

Could you just give us
a couple of minutes? Okay?

- No problem.
- Thanks.

Somehow I don't see you, um...

lying on a couch
dissecting your dreams.

It opened up
a whole new world for me.

And I'm dealing with emotions
that I never knew I had.

And I'm finally
letting myself go after

the things in life
that make me happy.

We've been talking about you
a whole lot, Grace.

And I see how much
you mean to me.

And how much
I want us to be together.

[sighs]
So...

I've been offered this jobs

in New York City
which I'm going to take,

because
it's a great opportunity.

[sighs]

And I really would like you
to come with me.

Yeah,
I know this is a whole lot

to throw at you all at once.

But, I mean,
you take your time.

- I don't need an answer--
- You really are something.

You know that? You, uh...

you go into therapy
and you work out your feelings,

and then you expect me
to follow you

across the country
like a trained dog.

- Come on, Grace.
- No, no, you come on.

How do I know
six months down the road

you won't decide
that you need your space

and leave me hanging again?

Because I'm telling you I won't.

The point is, Grace,

we both love each other.
You love me.

I know it. You know it, too.

Yeah. I love you, Victor.

But if it takes me 50 years

to get over you,
I'll get over you.

I don't think it'll be
as easy as all that.

You are the most
self absorbed,

preening macho-man
I've ever met.

And you can go
fornicate yourself

and the caballo you rode in on.

Your Honor, new evidence
has come to light

which we believe materially
advances the plaintiffs case.

We'd like to call
another witness.

Go ahead, Mr. DePalma.

We call to the stand
Zoey Clemmons.

Ms. Clemmons you were
the Deputy District Attorney

assigned to handle
the assault charges

brought by Parole Officer,
Richard Cruz,

against Ray Meacham,
isn't that right?

Yes.

When Mr. Cruz
subsequently told you

he wanted to drop the charges,

did you ask why?

Yes, I did.

And how did Mr. Cruz answer?

He said that he'd decided
to give Mr. Meacham

another chance.

Is that all he said?

To the best of my recollection.

Are you sure he didn't say
anything about

pressure brought
to bear upon him

by others who might have
wanted to keep

Mr. Meacham out of prison?

Yes.

Do you know Tommy Mullaney,
Ms. Clemmons?

Yes.

Didn't you describe to him

events entirely different
from those

you just testified to?

I don't recall that I did.

May I remind you what the
penalty for perjury is?

Objection. Ms. Clemmons
is a Deputy District Attorney.

She knows perfectly well

what the penalty
for perjury is.

Alex: Your Honor,
earlier this woman--

The objection's sustained,
Mr. DePalma.

I have nothing further.

I have nothing to ask
this witness, your Honor.

You're dismissed, Ms. Clemmons.

Yeah, hi. I'm calling
for the results of my HIV test.

Becker, Arnold.

[exhales]

Oh, thank you, thank you.

Uh, look,
can I put you on a hold a sec?

I'm gonna put Roxanne Melman
on for her results.

Roxanne, it's Dr. Fiscus'
office on line one.

[sighs]

[sighs]
Thank you, doctor.

Bye.

Everything okay?

- Clean as a whistle.
- Great.

Ditto for me.

Look, Rox, um,

I behaved badly,
I was thoughtless, and selfish,

and there is no excuse
for what I did.

By not being completely honest
with you about my blood test,

I put you through
a lot of needless worry.

I'm sorry.

I hope you can accept
my apology.

I don't know
if I can do that, Arnie.

The fact is you value

your own pleasure
more than anything

or anyone.

That's how little other people
really matter to you.

Maybe someday
I'll be able to forgive you.

Right now, I can't.

In the matter of Meacham
versus the state of California,

on the claim of deprivation
of Constitutional rights,

we find that the defendant
is not liable.

Judge Hansen: Ladies
and gentlemen of the jury,

thank you for your time.
We're adjourned.

You haircuts, huh,

found a way to save the State
a few bucks, huh?

- Easy.
- Bailiff.

What the hell
am I supposed to do, huh?

Go find a palm tree
to die under?

Ray, Ray. Take it easy.

- I'm alright. I'm...
- Easy. I got him.

I got him.

- You did the right thing.
- No, I didn't.

I did the absolute wrong thing.

- And I'm gonna recant.
- What?

I lied.

Because my life
is a mess right now,

I let you convince me to lie.

Tell the court
you perjured yourself

and you could be disbarred.

You know,
since I took this job,

I've been asked to compromise
a little on the law here,

shade a little there,
until pretty soon

the line between right
and wrong

doesn't mean anything.

If it's gonna cost me
my ethics and my dignity,

maybe I don't want this career.

I'm going to the judge.

- Ray, no...
- He's got a gun!

[people screaming indistinctly]

[gunshots fired]

[people screaming]

Aah!

Now are you gonna put me
back in prison?

Get down!

- Don't move!
- God! No.

Bailiff: I said, don't move.

[panting]

[ambulance siren blaring]

Is there anything we should do?

Like what?

Give blood, I don't know.

Jonathan just phoned in.

She's at County.
They're operating on her now.

Well, County's good. They've
got the best trauma unit

- in the city.
- I just heard.

Poor Zoey.

I just keep thinking.
I just--

I saw her for lunch
the other day.

None of it makes any sense.

No, it doesn't.

One minute you're thinking
about breakfast,

all of a sudden, you're fighting
for your next breath.

Carpe Diem...

which is why I've decided
to get married.

- To who?
- The former Mrs. Brackman.

Sheila?

We've recently

rekindled our passion,

and discovered
there was still a lot there.

Well, don't everybody
congratulate me at once.

Is it possible that Douglas
is having a nervous breakdown?

Oh, yeah.

[sighs]

[knock on door]

Douglas,

I'm sorry if no one seemed

jubilant about
your very good news.

Given today's tragic events,
it's understandable.

Yeah. Congratulations.

Thanks.

I wish you and Sheila the best.

I couldn't reconnect
with someone

after so much pain.

No matter
how much I loved them.

Life is short, Grace.

If you love someone,
that's all that matters.

The rest of it--
the doubts, the jealousies,

the anger and backbiting--

you gotta let go of that.

Once Sheila and I realized

we were both still in love,

we shut-up
and forgave each other.

[knock on door]

Yeah, yeah.

What are you doing here?

I had to see you.
I'd like to come in.

[chuckles]

What, was there some remark

you forgot from last night?

Some names you forgot
to call me maybe?

No. That's not why I came.

Okay. Well, make it quick,
because I'm watching the news.

Okay.

[chuckles]
Whoa. Whoa.

Am I skipping
a beat here or something?

Don't say anything.

Oh. [moans]

Grace... [moans]

Grace...

- Grace...
- Shh, shh.

We'll talk about everything
when we get to New York.

[romantic music]

[Page moaning]

Arnie?

Hey.

How are you doing?

What are you doing here?

Well, came by
to keep you company.

Uh-oh.

Now, I've got you
feeling sorry for me.

Not possible.

I'm way too self-absorbed.

I'm warning you.

I'm not much of
a conversationalist these days.

[coughs]

And sex is out.

[chuckles]

That's okay. I, um...

I've brought a book

I thought you might like me
to read to you.

What's in it for you?

I'll get to listen to the sound
of my own voice.

[Page chuckles]

[coughs]
Fair enough.

What are we gonna read?

"Tales of
a Thousand and One Nights."

I'm not sure
I have that much time.

Well...

let's see how far we can get.

"Chapter One,

"The Merchant and the Genie.

"There was a certain merchant
who had great wealth,

"and traded extensively
with surrounding countries.

"One day he mounted his horse
and journeyed into a

neighboring country to..."

[theme music]