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[chair creaks]

[sighs]
What's this? Hawaii?

Mm-hmm, I thought
maybe we could get away.

We just filed the appeal.

Well, Victor will let us know
if anything happens.

- In the mean time--
- Stuart.

I have to stay here.

[rustling]

- It's over, Ann.
- Stuart--

It's over.

Even if the appeals court
finds abuse of discretion,

they are not going
to move the baby again.

[sighs]

So, we just give up?
Is that the...

She's gone.

She's gone.

And we have to accept it...

and we have to try to get on
with the rest of our lives.

Please don't push me
on this, Stuart.

[sighs]

She was our whole life
for three months.

Don't ask me
to just let go of her.

[sighs]
What if Tammy calls?

Stuart: She's not going to call.
- You don't know that.

She-she's unstable. [cries]

I mean, first,
she didn't want the baby,

- then she wanted the baby.
- Ann...

I know you need time, but...

Stuart: I don't
think Tammy Harris

is going to change her mind.

I have to let it go...

for me.

[chuckles nervously]

How are we ever going
to survive this, Stuart?

I don't think we have
all that much choice.

[somber music]

[sighs]

[theme music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

Father Higuera: Vincent Kyle
might have been homeless.

But he was still
part of the community.

To those of you who see
the homeless as also faceless,

nameless, and worthless, you
should at least know this,

they grieve for their own
the same as anyone else,

and they also demand justice.

At this trial, there will be

12 of the defendant's
peers in the jury box.

Well, I'm here to tell you
that there will be

12 of the victim's
peers in the courtroom.

And they will be watching.

Feeling any pressure,
Ms. Van Owen?

When a man's been
killed, for going through

a garbage can, I don't
need any pressure.

[man coughs]

The life of a homeless
person means

as much as the life
of any other human being.

Well, thank you, ma'am.
Thank you.

[camera clicks]
Thank you, thank you.

We can do without
the nonsense today, Leonard.

Come on, father,
I think we ought to show

a little gratitude around here.

I mean we get a meal, we get
to be on television,

and hey, if somebody kills one
of us, they actually arrest him.

- I'm not asking for gratitude.
- Like hell you aren't.

You think you're
some kind of saint?

I'm just doing my job, sir.

Oh, don't be so modest.

You're-you're the champion
of the downtrodden.

Concerned, compassionate
Joan of Arc on the nightly news.

That's enough, Leonard.

I'm not doing this for the news.

Well, these are the TV cameras.

And as soon as they turn
them off, you get back

Leonard: in your little sports
car, and you drive home

as fast as you can.

And let one of us come
anywhere near your house,

and you'd kill us just as quick
as that guy who's on trial.

I am prosecuting this man

because I believe
he belongs in prison.

Nobody goes to prison
for killing one of us.

We'll see about that.

[siren wails in distance]

[stomps]

It's just like stepping
on a bug, lady.

[grim music]

It don't mean nothing.

On a potentially bright note,
I'm meeting with the CEO

of Hackett Development
Corporation this afternoon.

They're looking for
a new general counsel,

and if I'm successful
in setting the hook,

this could mean an annual
billing revenue

in excess of $600,000.

- Good luck.
- Go get them, Dougie.

Thank you. Hurrying
along, Meyer versus Meyer.

Yeah, Dave Meyer's coming
in this morning, undoubtedly,

to try and talk me into talking
Roxanne into taking him back.

Is he represented by counsel?

Ah, not yet, as far as I know.

Douglas: And what about
the Divotski divorce?

Mr. Divotski keeps calling me.

[sighs] I'll get to it
as soon as I can, Douglas,

I'm a little backed up,
I thought we'd have

Arnie: a new associate by now.

Perhaps if you'd contribute

to the interviewing
process, we would.

I thought Dorothy and Diana were
gonna solve the manpower crisis.

I'm swamped as it is.

And Diana Moses
is a part-time clerk,

not a full-time associate.

Plus, which I notice she
herself has now become a client.

She's divorcing her
husband and I opened up a file,

for administrative convenience.

It's real simple,
she'll be doing it herself.

Fine, so, we pay her to do
her work instead of ours.

She'll do the work,
Douglas, don't worry.

Why should I worry?

Arnie spends
his days representing

Roxanne pro bono.

Diana Moses will
represent herself pro bono.

Michael's gonna represent
Abby, I assume pro bono.

By the way, Mike,
what's the deal on that?

Michael: Money laundering.

She's being charged with

knowingly accepting drug money.

With all the time we spend
representing each other,

it's a small wonder anybody
has time, for paying clients.

Alright, Douglas, you've made
your point over and over again.

No, actually you left out
the most important point of all.

You forgot how Victor
represented Ann and me

pro bono last week, and how
Arnie did all the leg work

with the baby broker.

- I have no quarrel with that.
- I know you don't, Douglas.

Which brings up the point
that I want to make.

Ann and I would like to
thank you all, for your support.

It's one thing to offer
compassion, but you people...

Stuart: Each in your own way,

actually managed to
provide it somehow.

And we'll never forget it.

Okay.

I guess, uh, we're adjourned.

[clicks]

[soft rattling]

[telephone ringing]

[indistinct chatter]

[Arnie sighs]
He's in there.

Did you talk to him?
Did he say anything?

He wouldn't talk to me.

He just said,
"Tell Arnie I'm here."

Oh, boy. [sighs]

Dave.

We've had some
happy visits, Arnie.

It's fair to say this will
not be one of them.

You know, until this thing
is settled, you and I

really shouldn't be talking

unless you have a lawyer
present.

- I thought you were my friend.
- Oh, come on, Dave.

I don't have many friends,
I know a lot of people,

yes, but I don't
have many friends.

I am your friend. I care
about what happens to you.

You don't give a rat's ass
about what happens to me.

Arnie: That's not true.

"Look, there's someone
lying in the gutter,

never mind, its only Dave."

"Stop the car! You ran over him.
Never mind, it's only Dave."

You're not the only
one involved here.

Roxanne is also devastated.

Arnie: Now she's come to me
for support, what should I do?

Arnie: Send her away?
- Yes.

There are some things
you don't do.

You don't sell solid cakes of
insecticide as teething biscuits

and you do not
betray your friends.

That's not the way I see it.
Now, your wife wants out.

It can either be amicable
or it can be bloody.

Trust me on this.

You join forces with
that faithless harridan,

and it'll gonna be as bloody
as the Battle of Bull Run.

[door opens]

[thudding]

They're saying I had to know
that Weiland was paying me

with drug money, no RICO
charges, just laundering.

So, no indictment yet, right?

The Grand Jury meets Thursday.

This is so unfair,
I did nothing illegal.

Well, I think it
sounds more like

politics than anything else.

How much money did
you get from Weiland?

Abby: Altogether about $70,000.

- In a month?
- I went by the book, Mike.

Everything was on the up and up.

I think we got a good
chance at suppressing,

the wiretap looks very shaky.

And I know Flaherty, let's
set up a meeting for tomorrow.

Maybe we can work something out.

No way. He's looking for a
trophy to hang on his wall.

If it can't be Weiland's
head, he's gonna get mine.

Well, just the same,
his case stinks.

It's worth a shot trying to
talk him down from his perch.

Yeah, I'll say it's worth it.

I could be looking
at disbarment here.

I could go to prison, Mike.

Hang in there, Abby.

We're gonna pull out
all the stops on this one.

Thank you, Michael. Thanks.

[car engine rumbling]

[honking]

Mr. Broder, what were you and
Vincent Kyle doing that night?

We were going
through garbage cans.

- What were you looking for?
- Food.

But it was pouring
rain that night.

We were hungry.

Did you go through
the defendant's garbage?

Mr. Broder: Yes.

Grace: Would you
describe your encounter

with the defendant, Mr. Broder?

Mr. Broder: He came out and
told us to get away,

- or he was gonna call the cops.
- And what did you do?

Vincent asked him how come
we couldn't have his garbage?

What was his
response to this, sir?

Mr. Broder: He just went back in
through the gate and he came out

in a little while,
and he had a gun in his hand,

and he pointed it at Vince,
and he said, "Get the-- the...

Uh, uh, get the F
away from my house."

Vincent bent down to
pick up this pair of sneakers

he had found, and that's
when that man shot him.

Grace: And what did you do?

- I ran.
Grace: Thank you, sir.

I have nothing further,
Your Honor.

Where did you sleep
last night, Mr. Broder?

- Objection.
- Offered to impeach.

Overruled.

I-- I-- I got a--
a room downtown.

- Who paid for it?
- Ms. Van Owen.

She pay for that
new jacket you're wearing?

Uh, yes.

Russell: She pay for
the new shoes?

Mr. Broder: Yes.

Do you really think he'd lie

for a pair of shoes?

Or do you just
enjoy shaming him?

Sit down, father.

Tell us, did you ever know
Vincent to be a violent man?

Vincent took care of me.

He used to cut my hair, he...

he made me brush my teeth.

W-- when I had pneumonia,
he got me a blanket

and he stayed up all night,
so nobody would bother me.

Russell: He also had a
knife with him the night

you two went to Richard
Jeffries' house, didn't he?

He had everything
he owned with him.

Was he holding a knife when
Richard Jeffries shot him?

Vincent wouldn't threaten
a guy with a gun in his hand.

Russell: You sure about that?
Mr Broder: Yes.

Vincent didn't want to die.

Is that right?

Tell us, Mr. Broder, did
Vincent ever attempt suicide?

- Objection.
- Overruled.

Russell: He attempted suicide
last Christmas,

- didn't he?
- Yes.

And he was kept under
observation at Camarillo State

for six weeks following
that, wasn't he?

Your Honor, this
line of questioning

is inflammatory and irrelevant.

A history of psychotic
behavior is irrelevant?

He stayed in the hospital
so he could sleep.

- So he could sleep?
Mr. Broder: Yes.

When you sleep outside
during the night,

the crackheads rob you

and during the day,
the cops chase you.

Vincent was tired!

He was crazy,
Mr. Broder, not tired.

- No. No. No.
- He was dangerously crazy.

You live on those streets
for six and a half years,

you see how crazy
that makes you!

[Broder gasps]

Russell: No further questions.

[man coughs]

[footsteps]

[phone rings]
Okay, Mr. Brackman.

Better get your people in.

- We're in.
- Just the two of you?

How many people did
the other firms bring?

Bundy Speck sent four partners.

You'll be fine.

Woman on phone:
Hackett developers.

[chair squeaks]

- Benny.
- Yeah?

I want you to sit next to
me in the meeting, okay?

Like a lawyer.

- I-- I don't know.
- It'll be fine.

Sit next to me, just take
a yellow pad and write.

Don't talk, don't look around.

Just look down at
the pad and write.

- Mr. Brackman?
- Put these on.

[telephone ringing]

[indistinct chatter]

Great.

[soft rattling]

And get rid of the gum.

Head down, write!

McKenzie Brackman may not
be all things to all men,

but we think our strengths and
your needs make a very nice fit.

I think it's only
fair to express

my concern about
no Bay Area office.

That's what airlines are for.

Leo: Look, we're severing
our ties with Gacey-Whitman

because I wanna be able to
pick up the phone,

and talk to my attorneys.

I don't want to wait three days

- for a return call.
- Of course, not.

What's going to make this work
is compatibility.

Because if you don't like
the way I do business,

if you're constantly having
to be the bearer of bad news,

it's going to affect
your commitment to us.

Rest assured, Leo, that
our professional obligation--

What does your associate think?

[scribbling on paper]

- You.
- Ah, Ben.

You've heard all this.

How would you assess this
match in terms of compatibility?

I don't know.

I don't know either, Ben,
but I appreciate the candor.

[sighs]

For once, a lawyer
doesn't bluff an answer

when he doesn't have one.

Leo: Thank you, Ben.

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chatter]

Arnie, look at this, Dave's
bringing an expedited motion

to disqualify you, he says
you have a conflict of interest.

He's got Sheldon Ganz
representing him.

Big Dave's not fooling
around here, Rox.

What happens if
he wins this motion?

It means nobody in this
firm can represent you,

you'll have to go
outside for counsel.

[phone rings] And there
aren't too many out there

as good as
Sheldon Ganz, I promise.

[footsteps]

I've got the credit card bill

in front of me, $1200!
Daryl, for God's sake!

Hang on. I'm sorry, Victor.

No, I'm sorry, I didn't
wanna interrupt.

No, this isn't work, interrupt.

Okay, here's the order,
that's Mike's research.

- That's mine.
- Then mine.

Just check with me before
you do my stuff, okay?

Michael, then you, then you.

Right, later.

Sorry, Daryl. Daryl?

Hello?

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

You heard?

Yeah.

Diana: All these
agreements we made.

This talk about being good
to each other, and he runs off

to Mexico with somebody
on my credit card.

Jonathan: You sure?

[sighs]

She's an E.R. nurse at Cedars.

I'm sorry.

Jonathan, when you offered
help, were you serious?

Very serious.

Help. [chuckles]

[instrumental music]

It's not up to me,
Michael, if the Grand Jury

wants to return an indictment.

You're the one pushing this,
Terry, not the Grand Jury.

Terry: Because your client
broke the law.

Give me a break.

Come on, we all know
what's going on here.

You're mad as hell
because you lost Weiland,

and you're taking
it out on Abby.

If she's innocent, she's
got nothing to worry about.

Innocent or not, this puts a big
stain on her reputation, which--

She should have
thought about reputation

before defending
dirt-bags like Weiland.

You wanna fry Weiland, go after
Weiland, but attacking her

is unprofessional,
and you damn well know it.

What is unprofessional is your
waltzing in here under the guise

of friendship to climb up
my back for a dismissal!

You think I'm climbing on you
now, Terry, this thing goes

to trial, and my footprints
will be up and down your head!

Grand Jury meets tomorrow.

I'll let you know
how it turns out.

- Let me testify.
- Abby.

I don't need to
let you do anything.

You wanna tell your story,
let me tell mine.

Or you're afraid they're
gonna see through you

like a store front window?

You wanna testify, counselor?

I will roll out the red carpet.

2:00, don't be late.

[door opens]

Michael: I wouldn't
testify, Abby.

If I don't, there's no
avoiding the indictment.

Maybe so, but the main thing

we have to do is
avoid a conviction.

We gotta look down the road.

They will not convict me, Mike.

Well, just the same, your
testifying for the Grand Jury

hands him free discovery.

He'll be better
prepared for you at trial.

I'll take my chances.

I can't go in there
with you, you know.

Grand Jury's closed to counsel.

I'm just going to have
to beat him all by myself.

[indistinct chatter]

May I talk with you
a second, father?

Sit down.

I've found that juries
tend to get a little spooked

with outbursts in the court.

You want me to
mind my Ps and Qs?

I just think that disrupting the
courtroom can work against us.

We disrupt the courtroom
just by showing up.

Courtrooms are public places.

These people aren't part
of the public, Ms. Van Owen.

Then, at least, let's
not make it any worse.

- No promises, but I'll try.
- Thank you.

[rustling]

Excuse me, are these
people here with you?

Why?

We can't have them taking up
all these tables

here at lunchtime.

These people are
attending a trial upstairs, sir.

They can't sit over a cup
of coffee for 45 minutes.

Then, buy them lunch.

I should buy them lunch?

Very simple, either
they're out of here

in five minutes, or
I'm calling the cops.

[indistinct chatter]

I thought we'd go over a few
specifics of an agreement,

and then if you have the time,

I'd like you to meet
the other partners.

- Fine.
- Will Ben be joining us?

Ben? No, he's unavailable.

Leo: Well, make him available,
I'd like him at this meeting.

[paper rustling] Mr. Hackett.

Ben... is Benny, Benny Stulwicz.
He's not an associate.

He's the firm's messenger,
and he's retarded.

I asked him to sit in
with me at our first meeting,

because we didn't have
an associate who could come.

I assure you that we are in
the process of finding

another associate and, in
fact, our ability to serve

Hackett Development
would not be affected

in any case, because
the partners will--

- That man is retarded?
- Yes.

- I regret very much--
- I want to talk to him.

[footsteps]

- Benny.
- Yes, sir.

Mr. Brackman, told me
that you're not a lawyer.

That you work here as
a messenger for the firm.

Ah, y-- yeah, uh...

[groans]

I'm-- I'm-- I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

- Y-- y-- you're not mad at me?
- Of course not.

Tell me, Benny, do
you like working here?

Yeah.

Besides the mail,
what else do you do?

Ah, I get donuts
and I file stuff.

I go to the cleaners
a lot for Arnie.

B-- b-- but I like
delivering the mail the best.

Benny... [paper rustling]

I wonder if you'd do me a favor.

I have a daughter named Alice.

She's also retarded.

Would you be willing to
talk to her about your job?

[indistinct chatter]

What do you mean?

Well, just say
what you did to me.

Alice is scared of people.

She doesn't like
to leave the house.

Oh.

When she was a
little girl, she got lost.

And we couldn't find her
for days. It was terrible.

[paper rustling] But
that was a long time ago.

She's grown up now.

And I would like
her to come to work

in my office, but she's afraid.

I-- I get scared
w-- when I get lost too.

Leo: Would you talk to her?
Tell her about your job.

About how you get from
place to place by yourself.

About the mail,
and about your friends.

I-- I-- I don't know.

I'm not so good at
explaining things.

Um, besides, I'm-- I'm
real busy all the time.

Well, would you, uh
at least think about it?

Okay. But I got to
get back to work.

[footsteps]

Mr. Jeffries, we've heard
Henry Broder's version

of what happened that night,

I'd like for you
now to give us yours.

I heard someone going
through my garbage.

I went outside
and asked Mr. Broder

and his friend Mr. Kyle not to.

I didn't think I was being
disrespectful or impolite.

Richard: I just told them
I was concerned about rodents

and I wanted my
garbage to be left sealed.

Russell: And what
was their response?

I guess they thought
I had insulted them.

Objection, this witness is in

no position to know
what they thought.

Sustained.

What did they say, Mr. Jeffries?

I don't remember his exact
words, but Mr. Kyle said

something like, "If it's
in the alley, it's ours."

Then he said some
other threatening stuff.

He had a knife in his
hand the whole time.

What did you do?

Richard: I beat it
back into the house.

Russell: Did you
call the police?

Yes, I did, I told them
there were two transients

going through my garbage
and that they threatened me.

They refused to leave.

I was told it was
a low priority call

and that they would
get to it when they could.

Your Honor, I have here a
transcript of that phone call.

I ask that it be
admitted into evidence

- as defense exhibit number one.
Judge McFarlane: So, ordered.

You didn't stay in
the house, did you, sir?

My wife and I were
going out to dinner.

I didn't feel safe leaving
the kids home alone.

I went outside with the gun
just to scare them away.

Russell: And what happened?
- They didn't scare.

This guy Vincent stared at me
with this knife in his hand.

He crouched down
and came toward me

with this crazed look
on his face.

Objection to that, characterization.

Judge McFarlane: Sustained.
- I yelled at him to stay back.

But he just kept coming at me.

I had to shoot him,
he would've killed me.

I have no further questions.

[man coughs]

So, you were afraid
they'd break into your house,

but you killed him
in the alley.

I didn't want to wait
until they got inside.

What made you think
that they would have?

The way they cursed at me,
the look on their faces.

Grace: "The look on their
faces," that's not the only time

the look on their faces got
to you, was it, Mr. Jeffries?

- Objection!
Judge McFarlane: Overruled.

You've lodged more
than 15 complaints

with the police department
about transients

in your neighborhood,
haven't you?

My daughters were
afraid to play in the yard.

You complained about them
being in front of your office.

They sleep in the doorway.

What does this have to do
with anything, Your Honor?

I submit that the defendant
wasn't defending himself

that night in the alley,
there was nothing

to defend himself from.

Richard Jeffries was
obsessed with driving

the homeless out of
his neighborhood.

He shot Vincent Kyle
to make them go away.

- Objection!
- My family was in that house!

Look out here, Mr. Jeffries,
just across from your family.

Russell: Objection.
Grace: Tell us.

How would you make them go away?

Ms. Van Owen, that's enough.

I have nothing further.

[instrumental music]

[engines whirring]

He's had business
dealings with my client,

they're partners, he can't
possibly--

I'm not betraying
that partnership.

Nor am I breaking any duty
owed to David Meyer.

Mr. Becker has a warped
sense of duty, Your Honor.

He's had direct access to
my client's financial affairs,

as well as to privileged
inter-spousal communications

Sheldon: between the parties.

The only thing warped here

is Mr. Ganz's sense of the law.

The fact that David Meyer
shared those communications

with me automatically
waives the privilege!

Frankly, Mr. Becker,
I'm more concerned about her.

Now, how can I trust
you to fight her battles

against a man
you're partners with?

She's fully aware
of this partnership,

she wants me as her lawyer.

Moreover, my professional
responsibility

is beyond reproach.

You're not looking at some
sleazy schlockmeister here.

This, uh, business venture
was some sort of video thing?

That's correct, "Arnold Becker's
Home Guide To Divorce."

With all due respect to
the presumption of dignity

this video gives him,
his participation here

is both undignified
and unethical.

This man has no foundation
to comment on dignity

or ethics or any other concept
that's foreign to him.

Alright, I've heard enough.

Mr. Becker, you have no business
being in the middle of this.

Mr. Meyer is your business
partner,

Judge Lobel: you have a
fiduciary responsibility

to act in his best interest.

You could even be a witness
to this thing, and it is

totally irresponsible, for you
to be representing the wife.

It's her choice,
it's what she wants.

Judge Lobel: I don't care!

Now, I will let you
participate in discovery,

and settlement negotiations,

but if this thing goes
to trial, you're out.

Judge Lobel: And furthermore,
I want you, not your client,

but you, to pay
the cost of this motion.

Now, that's all,
we're adjourned.

I want it on the record that
my client is being denied

the representation
of her choice.

She can go rent your video.

Thanks.

[rattling]
David.

If you have anything to say,
speak with my attorney.

[rattling]

Benny, I wanted to tell you
what a good impression

you made on Leo Hackett.

The only reason
we're still in the running,

for his business
is because of you.

Did he tell you
about his daughter?

Yeah.

He'd really like you
to talk to her.

Uh...

He said I could think about it.

I understand your reluctance,
but I want you to know

how helpful it would
be to the firm.

It would also be a very
nice thing to do for her.

And we'd give you the day off.

Say tomorrow?

[breaths shakily]

I would consider it a personal
favor, if you'd say yes.

Okay. I'll try.

[taps]
Good man.

[telephone ringing]

[wrapper rustling]

[bus engine rumbling]

And during the last five weeks,
Mr. Weiland retained you

to represent 12 different
drug trafficking defendants,

is that right?

Including Mr. Weiland,
there were 12, yes.

And in consideration
for which, he paid you

- $72,000 in cash, did he not?
- That's correct.

Well, now, tell me, Ms. Perkins,
from where did you think

- Mr. Weiland got this money?
- I didn't know, Mr. Flaherty.

Terry: Did you ever
ask him where he got it?

Abby: No, I didn't.

Because you know,
like we all know, that

that money is the proceeds
of drug transactions.

It's not incumbent upon
the attorney to ascertain

the source from which
a client pays his fee.

No, no, it isn't, but
you knew the source.

You knew it was drug
money when you took it.

No, I didn't know that
and I still don't.

Come on, counselor,
you're a sharp woman.

Can't you put it all together?

Why don't you tell us
how you put it all together?

The only reason you know
the $72,000 amount

is because that's
the amount that I reported

to the Federal government
for tax withholding purposes!

Well, thank you,
thank you, counselor, but--

Abby: I never tried to cover
up anything, Mr. Flaherty!

Quiet, Ms. Perkins!

What are you trying

Abby: to cover up now?!
- I said be quiet!

Excuse me, I'd like to

let the witness
make her statement.

Thank you.

There are a few things that
Mr. Flaherty forgot to tell you.

Abby: He forgot to tell you
that I've never tried

to conceal anything.

He forgot to tell you that
my representation of

those 12 defendants
was completely within

the bounds of the law.

And you know what
else he forgot to mention?

11 of those 12 people
were never convicted.

Because the prosecution
could not make its case.

So, what that means,
ladies and gentlemen,

is when he stands here today

and he tells you that these
12 people were drug traffickers,

he's asking you
to believe something

that he was unable to
prove in a court of law.

And the reason he
is coming after me

is exactly because he could
not get them. So, he's angry.

He's angry and he's upset
because I successfully defended

people that he tried to convict.

And he's angry because
I've put a big dent

in his track record
two years before he runs

- for Lieutenant Governor.
- Very good, Ms. Perkins.

So, what are you going to do if
you can't get me, Mr. Flaherty?

- Go after this jury next?
- Ms. Perkins!

Run them through the computer
for old parking tickets?

Quiet now, or I'll put
you up for contempt.

That was a very nice
little song, Ms. Perkins,

but you never
answered my question.

From where did you think
Mr. Weiland's money came?

I answered your question.
I told you I didn't know.

Now, why don't you
tell us, if you're so sure

that my clients are criminals,
why can't you prosecute them?

I will prosecute them!

After you get their attorney
out of the way, right?

[clears throat]

Russell: You live on the same
street as the defendant.

- Is that right, Ms. Mack?
- Yes.

Russell: Did you ever know
him to be a violent man?

Ms. Mack: Absolutely not.

Russell: How about those two men

who were going through
his garbage,

- had you ever seen them before?
- Sure, I had seen them.

Will you tell the court what
you had seen them doing?

Besides going through
the garbage?

I had seen them drinking,
I had seen them fighting,

Ms. Mack: I'd seen them
urinating on the street.

They are homeless, where
are they supposed to urinate?

Judge McFarlane: Order.

Where are they
supposed to urinate?

Father, that's enough.

Were you ever accosted
by these men, Ms. Mack?

Ms. Mack: Every single day.
There was a whole group of them.

They'd come up to me in
the street, and ask for money.

Except they
weren't really asking.

They'd glare at me.

They'd glare at my kids.

Ms. Mack: The only way
to deal with it is just

never make eye contact
and never break stride.

Some would say that's not
a very charitable approach.

I'll choose my own
charities, thank you.

We're not talking about
mothers with children.

We're not talking
about elderly people.

Ms. Mack: These
are able bodied men.

But they're homeless.

We'd be homeless too if we spent

all day drinking
and taking dope.

Grace: Move to strike.

Sustained and stricken.

- Were you frightened of them?
Ms. Mack: You bet I was.

I'll never forget going outside
one morning, and seeing

one of them tearing up
a garden across the street.

He was stomping
on the flowers,

and throwing dirt at people
as they walked by.

How can you not be frightened
of a person like this?

Thank you, I have
no further questions.

Mrs. Mack, if you made
it a point of never making

eye contact with
these men, how is it

you're sure Vincent Kyle
was one of them?

I saw him going
through my garbage, too.

Grace: Did you
ever ask him not to?

I don't have the nerve for that.

I also don't have a gun.

Would you use a gun to keep
a man out of your garbage?

I'd use a gun to protect myself.

Grace: How about to drive
him out of your neighborhood?

It's not our neighborhood
anymore. It's theirs.

What's theirs, Mrs. Mack?

All the garbage
you let them eat?

Objection.

How dare you sit
in judgment of me?

How dare you pretend to know
a man whom you've never met?

To you, they're just carcasses.

Load them on a truck
and haul them out.

These people scare me to death.

What do I do about that?

What do I tell my
kids when they ask me

why they can't play
in the park anymore?

Ms. Mack: What do I tell them
when they ask why there are men

picking through
our garbage cans?

Tell 'em there's poor
people in the world.

- Father Higuera.
- Yeah.

Tell 'em not everybody
is lucky enough

to have a roof over their heads.

Will the court officer
remove that man?

Tell 'em not everybody is
lucky enough to eat every day.

Not everybody can go to
a doctor when they're sick.

Father Higuera: Just tell 'em
the truth, that's all,

just tell 'em the truth!

[thudding]

Should Richard Jeffries
have permitted

those two men to pick
through his garbage?

That's not the issue.

Should he have asked them
in for a bowl of beef stew?

That's not the issue,
the only issue...

is whether Richard Jeffries
could've reasonably believed

that Vincent Kyle was
about to attack him.

For six and a half
years, Vincent Kyle

had been sleeping on the street.

For six and a half years,
he'd been chased away by cops...

by shopkeepers.

He'd been shunned by anyone
less wretched than himself.

He was sifting through
soiled diapers... maggots.

And putrid meat in the pouring
rain looking for food.

Russell: He was staring
at Richard Jeffries

with a knife in his hand.

He was staring at
the warm, dry house...

in which Richard Jeffries lived.

The District Attorney
maintains that

my client had
nothing to be afraid of.

Before you send him to prison...

imagine if Vincent Kyle
had been staring at you.

[rustling on chair]

What kind of person
eats out of garbage cans?

Or keeps all their worldly
goods in a shopping cart

they push around in the rain?

Richard Jeffries remembers
when people like that...

could only be found on Skid Row.

They were called bums,
derelicts, hoboes.

Now, they're the homeless.

Grace: Children call
them the dirty people.

And now, they are everywhere.

He sees them near
his office, near his gym...

outside of restaurants
and supermarkets.

They skulk by with their
matted hair and filthy clothes.

They smell worse than any
human being he's ever known.

In fact, to the defendant,
they weren't human at all.

Grace: They were more
like a pack of rabid dogs

that just kept growing.

A blight of vermin
and disease, and madness

that had invaded
his perfect world.

Richard Jeffries, could
never wind up homeless.

You or I could never
wind up homeless.

The homeless did something
wrong to get that way.

We don't owe them anything.

Not a dry place to sleep,
not even the right

to eat out of garbage cans.

And it just makes
it a lot easier

to think about them that way.

The only trouble is,
once we do...

once we can look at
people living in such misery,

no matter what the reason...
and feel nothing...

then it is us who have
ceased to be human.

Vincent Kyle got too close
to Richard Jeffries' world.

But that is not something
he deserved to die for.

It is not something that allowed
Richard Jeffries to kill him.

Tell Richard Jeffries that.

Tell them.

[man coughs]

Arnie?

[indistinct chatter]

I've been thinking, I don't
want to make a war of this.

Hey, kiddo, your husband's
already declared war.

Your only choice is
to fight or surrender.

Well, then maybe
I should surrender.

I mean, I-- I don't
want his money.

We've been married less than
a year, I'm not entitled to it.

[paper rustling] The law
says that you are.

I don't care about the law.

I-- I still have to live with
myself after this is over.

That's very admirable, Rox, but
pride isn't gonna pay your rent.

Besides which, you earned
a percentage

of that video money.
You brokered the deal.

You'd be getting a chunk of
it even if you weren't married

to him, why should you forfeit
it just because you were?

I-- I never thought
of it like that.

It's my job to
think of it like that.

As your lawyer, which I still
am, and as your friend,

which I will always be, I'm
telling you we have to fight.

Sheldon Ganz is gonna try and
crush you, and your only shot

at a fair settlement here, is
for me to try and crush Dave.

I just want to
be free of all this.

Being alone isn't being free.

Being alone with two million
bucks... that's being free.

[mumbling]

- Leland?
Leland: Abby!

Well, fresh off
the victory trail!

[smacking lips]
Michael told you?

Oh, he's been telling everybody,

[thudding] as well he should.

Do you know how unusual it is
for a Grand Jury not to indict?

What did you say in there?

I don't know but it worked.

[chuckles]
And the money?

Looks like I get to
keep it, no forfeiture.

Hmm!

- Well, congratulations.
- Thank you.

Abby: And thanks for
letting me borrow Mike

I would've been
lost without him.

Leland: Well, the
people in this firm

feel very strongly
about you, Abby.

Which brings me to the reason
why I asked to see you.

- We'd like you to come back.
- Excuse me?

We've been interviewing
would-be associates

for three months, not one
more qualified than you.

I'm flattered, Leland,
but I left here for a reason.

Yeah, yeah, you left
because you weren't considered

partnership material.

You left because, however
much we liked you...

Leland: we didn't think
you were tough enough,

well, we've been watching you.

Daring to do what most
lawyers wouldn't even try.

And succeeding at it.

Yeah. Hey, you're touch enough.

And you are
exactly what this firm

is looking to build
its future with.

- I have my own practice now.
- Hmm, bring it with you.

There would be some objection
to drug defense work,

but I suspect that's not
what you want anyway.

Oh, Abby, I know, I know.

It's-- it's exciting to
be out on your own.

But there's a lot to be said for
going to work with people too.

Especially people who care
about you, as much as we do.

I don't know exactly
what to say.

Just say you'll think about it.

- Okay, I will.
- Alright.

[birds chirping]

Afternoon, sir.

Hi.

Pretty, isn't she?

The car.

Oh. [chuckles nervously]

It's the, it's the most
beautiful car I ever saw.

Benny!

[chuckles] Nice
to see you, Benny.

Come on in.

You're right on time.
I like that in a person.

I took the Wiltshire bus.

Alice.

Meet Benny Stulwicz.

He came all the way here on the
bus, by himself to visit you.

Benny, this is
my daughter, Alice.

Hi. [chuckles nervously]

Why don't I leave you
two to get acquainted.

[footsteps]

[sighs] Ah, your--
your father, he wanted me

to tell you about by job
at McKenzie Brackman.

Uh... I-- I deliver the mail.

I don't want a job.

You'd like it where I work.

I have lots of friends.

I don't need lots of friends.

I have Edward.

Who's Edward?
Alice: He's my friend.

Edward drives the car. I go
places with Edward. In the car.

Well, I go places by myself.

Sometimes Edward lets me drive.

You can drive? [chuckles]

[shushing]

You, you can drive?

You want to see me do it?

Yeah.

[footsteps]

Bailiff: Will
the defendant rise?

[rustling]

Has the jury reached a verdict?

- We have, Your Honor.
Judge McFarlane: What say you?

We find the defendant
not guilty.

[sighs]

Not guilty?

Jeffries: Thank God! Thank God!

Don't go thanking God,
he had nothing to do with it.

Judge McFarlane:
That'll be enough.

Your Honor, I want
the jury polled.

Didn't you think
Vincent had some value?

Didn't you think
this was a life?

[groaning] Didn't he count
for anything? Anything?

♪ My country 'tis of thee ♪

♪ Sweet land of liberty ♪

Stop this outburst!

♪ Of thee I sing ♪

I want order in this courtroom!

♪ Land where my father died ♪

[birds chirping]

[tires screech]

[car engine rumbling]

[soft rattling]

[door opens]

You want to sit in the front?

[thudding]

[door opens]

[thudding]

[rustling]

Ready?

Ready.

Drive carefully.

[car engine revving]

See, I can do it.

[gasps and chuckles]

Oh! Oh!

I always wanted to
drive my mom's car.

But she-- she wouldn't let me.

[tires screeching]

[soft rattling]

You could drive this one.

[gasps]
No, I, I-- I couldn't.

It's easy. See, down there.

That pedal makes it go,
and the other one makes it stop.

Will, will-- will-- will
Edward be mad at me?

Edward is my friend.

Come on.

[laughs]

[rattling]

[birds chirping]

[door closes]

[seat belt rustling]

[car engine revving]

You have to do this.

[car engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[instrumental music]

[tires screeching]

Wha-- [sighs]

[giggling]

[car engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[chuckles]

[murmurs]

[laughing]

I'm doing it! I'm driving!

I told you it was easy.

[giggling]

[instrumental music]

[theme music]

[instrumental music]