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Leland, we have
to face reality.

When Victor and Michael left,
litigation fell off.

When Jack Salas went.

It nose-dived.

Now Abbie's leaving

and taking
more business with her.

Alright. The situation is
serious, but it's not critical.

I disagree,
the bank is so nervous,

they're reviewing
our line of credit.

Oh, that's ridiculous.
They're overreacting.

Brackman: It gets worse.

I got a letter this morning
from Perry Littlefield.

Because of the Shays claim,

Ballantine is doubling
our liability premium.

Because of Ann Kelsey's
suspension,

malpractice is going up
to half a million.

Over my dead body.

We'll take our
business elsewhere.

I'll make a loan if I have to.

You can't keep propping up
the firm with Rosalind's money.

We have
to consider alternatives.

I will not consider
renting space to Susan Bloom.

Her practice is phenomenal.

She represents
half of Hollywood,

and she's willing
to pay top dollar.

- They call her "Jaws", Douglas.
- A rumor.

And printed in the same rag
that called me a "bald bore."

Susan Bloom is everything I hate
about entertainment law.

Cheap, phony,
utterly devoid of ethics.

[shushing]
You don't even know her.

She's dynamic.

Sh-- she's cutting edge.

She's a litigator anyone would
be proud to share space with.

Why are you
whispering, Douglas?

She's in my office.

She's taken the
trouble to stop by

on her way to a very
important screening.

Bloom is here? Now?

[door opens]

Susan Bloom, Leland McKenzie.

Hi, Leland.

I hear you need
someone to save your ass.

[theme music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

- Great hair!
- Thanks.

Uh, before we start,
I have an announcement.

For those of you who don't know,
Abigail Perkins

is no longer with the firm.

- What?
- Is she okay?

She got a huge offer
from McCann Jones,

we couldn't match it,
she resigned

her partnership last night.

Brackman: And
frankly, she couldn't

have picked a worse time.

Doug, her father had a stroke,
she put him in a nursing home

which is gonna cost
God knows how much.

C.J: She needed some security.

- You knew about this?
- Uh-huh.

Since there's nothing we can do,
I suggest we move on.

I'd like to introduce our new
associate, Bill Castroverti.

Some of you are familiar with
his talents as a litigator.

- Familiar? He killed me.
- Thanks. It's weird to be here.

Brackman: He'll be moving
into Victor's old office.

Second, a heartfelt welcome back
to Ann Kelsey.

Believe me, you were missed.

Rollins: Alright.
It's about time.

It's good to be back.

Too bad Stuart
can't say the same.

Kelsey: He's with Matthew.

Amalia quit two days ago and
we've been

going crazy trying
to replace her.

What is this crap Douglas,
I come in. I'm running late.

My messages haven't
been picked up.

My mail hasn't been
opened, and there

is some bimbo sitting
outside my office

telling me that Gwen
is serving jury duty.

I thought you were gonna
get her excused.

She didn't want me to.

You'll just have to survive
with a temp.

I have special needs, Douglas.

Personnel
is Roxanne's department.

Use your influence.
[people gasp and chuckle]

Brackman: Jonathan has
the Lunsford deposition.

C.J. starts People
versus Manheim,

I meet on the Powell trust.

Anything else?

Brackman: Ah, one more note.

We may be renting out
our extra office space.

That isn't settled yet.

Then we're adjourned.

[door opens]

[door closes]

- Grace.
- Leland.

Oh, it's good to see you.

You too.

I know. I should have
made an appointment.

Oh, no, don't be silly.

I'm-- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry about the baby.

I got your note. Thank you.

How is Victor?

Victor and I...

Victor and I are separated.

Um. I'm no longer practicing
with him and Michael.

Well, I... I don't
know what to say.

I'd rather not talk
about it now, Leland.

I'm here because I took
the Chandler case with me.

We impanel today.

I cannot conduct an effective
defense out of my house.

I would like to move
in here temporarily

and pay you a percentage.

Oh no, Grace, this is all
happened so... quickly.

You've had a lot to deal with.

Maybe you should move
for a continuance.

I've had two. And Elsa Chandler
is being tried in the press.

The "Ice Queen" who
killed her husband.

The judge is not gonna go
for another delay.

Well, certainly a
couple of weeks--

The D.A. would fight it as well!

I'm up against a wall, Leland.

Yeah.

Yeah, I see.

You know, we sure

could use your name on
our letterhead just now.

What if you were to come back
to the firm, of counsel?

[sighs] After the way I left?

This is very generous of you.

Oh, not at all. No,
no, it benefits us both.

You'd be bringing in
something high profile.

We would supply
the second chair.

I'm not sure that's necessary.

No, I insist.

It's a capital case.

You'll need someone.

It's the least we can do.

Have you read, seen, or heard

any of the publicity
surrounding this case?

I saw one news report on TV.

Did it cause you
to form an opinion about

the guilt or innocence
of Mr. Diamond?

No.

Roth: Juror is acceptable
to the people, Your Honor.

How do you feel
about sex, Ms. Taylor?

Roth: Objection!

What on earth does that have
to do with anything?

Your Honor, some
people consider

my client a pornographer.

He is one. He admits it.

Kittredge: But he's not
on trial for it.

Weapons and assault charges
have nothing

to do with pornography.

I want to know if
Mr. Diamond's occupation

damns him in the eyes
of this juror.

Alright, I'll allow it.

Watch yourself, Mr. Kittredge.

I repeat, Ms. Taylor,

how do you feel about sex?

Safe sex between
consenting adults?

I'm for it.

What about explicit
sex in movies?

I don't go to
see it, but I don't

think it should be censored.

Kittredge: Should they censor
magazines

like Mr. Diamond publishes?

Ones that show, for example,
oral sex?

I've never read one of
Mr. Diamond's magazines.

- Does that disgust you?
- Objection.

You're out of line, sir.
Put that away.

I was simply trying
to get this juror's reaction.

I know exactly
what you're doing

and it won't work
in my courtroom.

Now, go on to something else

and apologize
to the young lady--

Your Honor, your feelings about
pornography are well known.

They're obviously
coloring what you see here.

If you're accusing me of bias,
Mr. Kittredge, be careful.

Be very careful.

I can bury you in sanctions.

I didn't mean to
offend you, ma'am.

You didn't.

I wouldn't buy one of
Mr. Diamond's magazines.

But I believe in the
First Amendment.

He has every right
to publish them.

Defense accepts this juror.

Mullaney: Now if they get
in your way, you just stop.

We'll do all the talking.

Chandler: I-- I can handle
anything but the cameras.

Yeah, but they have
a right to be here.

If you look pleasant,
don't smile too big

and we'll get you in court
as fast as we can.

Chandler: I'm sorry to be
such a pain, Mr. Mullaney.

You've been very kind

[rustling]

- You ready?
- No.

Let's go.

[door opens]

Reporter 1: How did it feel
to shoot your husband?

[indistinct chatter]

This is a burning-bed
case of long-term abuse.

We're confident
that Mrs. Chandler

will be found not guilty.

Graphia: Elsa Chandler
is a murderer.

She put a gun in her purse.

She took it to her
husband's office,

and she killed him with it.

It was not self-defense.

It was not the desperate act
of a wife who's been abused.

The evidence will show
that it was a well-planned,

cold blooded execution.

Carried out so
that Elsa Chandler could inherit

her husband's
multi million dollar estate.

It was murder
for financial gain.

Murder committed solely
for the purpose

of making Mrs. Chandler
a rich woman.

When you hear the facts,
when you weigh the evidence,

you will reach the only
possible conclusion

that Elsa Chandler is guilty

of murder
with special circumstances

beyond a reasonable doubt.

Thank you.

Ralph Chandler battered
his wife for 12 years.

A number of times, including
the morning of his death,

he forcibly raped her.

I'm not talking about
a wife reluctant

to make love
and an insistent husband.

I am talking about
violent...

forced sex.

I am talking about a husband

who had to control
his wife's every move.

A husband who enjoyed
his wife's pain.

A husband who was aroused...

by humiliating her.

This was the man that Elsa
Chandler shot in self-defense.

Van Owen: A man who
tortured her for 12 years.

Whose abuse she
couldn't survive any longer.

Ralph Chandler swore that
he would kill her that night,

Ladies and gentlemen.

She took the gun with her

because she believed him.

Ned: I worked my
way through Cal

taking care
of my advisor's kids.

The first day, I didn't think
I was going to make it.

They locked me in the bathroom
and had a food fight.

It was Beeferoni, wall-to-wall.

Well, I gotta warn you Matthew
is seriously into Beeferoni.

Ah, well. Gotta go.

[chuckles]

So, anyway my advisor moved
to Berkeley

and I got a fellowship
in Clinical Psych

but it doesn't really pay
for much more than my rent.

Alright, well, we've got your
number. We'll be in touch.

Alright.

- Well, thanks for your time.
- Bye, thanks.

Bye.

Oh, that's okay.
I can find my way out.

- Alright, goodnight. Bye bye.
- Goodnight.

I tell you. He could
be my first choice.

- You're not serious.
- What?

A man can't make a good nanny.

Of course, he can, but
Marta has more experience.

Which one was Marta?

The Greenblatts' au pair?

You've met her a hundred times.

Maybe twice.

Isn't she a little flaky?

Jennifer says
she's a free spirit

but she's very responsible.

If they weren't moving
they'd never give her up.

The kids love her.

Well, Matthew
thought Ned was great.

His references were terrific.

I think we should at
least see them both again.

Honey, we know
the Greenblatts.

This is a personal
recommendation,

and we've got
to hire somebody now.

Yeah, I guess a male nanny
would be a little strange.

Will you stop? It has nothing
to do with that.

Marta just happens to be
the best person, that's all.

Okay. We'll go with the girl.

[knocking]

- Hi. Got a minute?
- For you?

I've got five.

I just wanted to let you
know how happy

I am to have you back.

Well, it's mutual.

Grace, I know you and Victor
are none of my business,

but if there's anything I can--

I'm fine, Leland.

Really.

When Roslyn...

When I lost her,

um, I thought that I was fine.

I went about my work, I was in
control, no problem, except...

there was no joy.

I was just going through
the motions.

Leland.

I'm sorry, but it's been
a long day.

Sure, sure. I'll let you
get back to work.

I'm here if you need me.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

[door closes]

So, Mrs. Chandler called
and asked you to come

to Ralph Chandler's office.

What did you find
when you got there, detective?

Well, Mr. Chandler's body
was facedown

on the floor by the desk.

There was a gunshot wound
in his chest.

Mrs. Chandler was sitting
in a chair by the body.

She was holding a
...38 caliber handgun.

Did she tell you whose it was?

Said it was hers,
she had brought it from home.

The gun was registered
to her husband.

When you first saw her...

did Mrs. Chandler seem upset?

Graphia: Was she crying?

No. She was very calm.

Very quiet.

What did Mrs. Chandler say?

When you found her
beside her husband's body?

Said Ralph Chandler deserved
to die and she'd killed him.

No further questions.

Did it appear to you that
Mrs. Chandler was in shock?

Objection. Witnesses isn't
qualified to make that judgment.

Van Owen: He's been a
police officer for 25 years.

He's seen people react
to severe trauma.

Overruled.

Van Owen: You have seen shock

look like extreme composure,
haven't you, detective?

The same composure
Mrs. Chandler showed

the night of her
husband's death?

Yes.

And she had good reason
to be in shock, didn't she?

I have no idea.

You took a statement
from Mrs. Chandler,

Didn't she tell you how her
marriage...

was a nightmare?

Didn't she say

that her husband
had forced her

to come to his
office that night?

And didn't she tell you
exactly why she killed him?

She said he raped her,
but not that night.

Van Owen: But
didn't she tell you that he had

raped her as recently
as that morning?

And physically abused her
for 12 years.

That he had burned her
with Cigarettes,

held her head under water--

- Objection.
Judge Green: Overruled.

Didn't she say those
things, detective?

Yes, but I had no--

And didn't Mrs. Chandler
tell you

how terrified she was
of her husband?

How when he ordered her to
the office, she became frantic.

She was afraid that if she went,
he would kill her.

And if she didn't,
he'd come home and do it.

That was her story.

And didn't she say
that if she ran,

if she hid,
he would find her?

And that was why

she found her husband's gun
and took it with her

to protect herself because she
didn't know what else to do.

Wasn't that part
of her statement to you?

Yes.

Thank you, detective.

Did you see any evidence
of abuse that night?

Was Mrs. Chandler's
clothing torn?

Did she have any
broken bones or bruises?

Were there any signs
of a struggle

in her husband's office?

No, nothing like that.
Just the body on the floor.

Oh, this. This can't be right.

She's been calling insurance
companies for two days.

Only one would even consider us.

Their quote was
for over a million.

You're telling me
Ballantine is a bargain?

Well, not exactly.

Today they dropped
the other shoe.

They want
a lump sum premium up front.

Well, I can't believe that.

I've known Perry Littlefield
for ten years.

Times are hard.

The insurance business
isn't what it used to be.

[sighs] And neither
is the law business.

Roxanne: Don't worry.
We'll find somebody.

[door opens]

Uh,

Susan Bloom called today.

I don't want to hear it.

She was worse
than I even imagined.

You spent 5 minutes with her?

Yes, and in that time,
she managed

to be vulgar, crass
and insulting.

Leland, she's negotiating
with a top litigator, a killer.

If he's her associate
we'd have access--

Smoke and mirrors, Douglas!

Hollywood hype.

McKenzie: I doubt if there's
a litigator.

She probably made him up to
pressure us, but it won't work.

Look, we've got Grace back.

We'll get insurance or we'll go
bare. Other firms have done it.

As a last resort.

The exposure is monumental.

My father would spin
in his grave.

Uh, then we'll
find another way.

But I won't be moved on this.

Susan Bloom is not an option.

Benny?

Oh, I was thinking...
about Abby.

Yeah, she told me
she called you.

She's worried
about her new job.

She's gonna do great!

I know it's always difficult
starting someplace new,

and it hurts when people leave.

You know, nobody likes change.

- It's hard.
- It's an ass-kicker, love.

We both still see Abby,
but it's not the same, is it?

I miss knowing I can just pop
into her office at any time.

I really miss that.

Yeah.

She was a P for Perkins

and Victor was an S,

so when they left it didn't
really change everything

but Casta- Castaverti is a C

so all the mailboxes
have to move down one and...

I have to remember that Kelsey
is where Kuzak used to be.

And I had to put
Van Owen back in!

Exactly.

It's all a bit off.

We're just gonna have to adjust.

We will be fine!

Benny,

will you help me with
the xerox machine?

I think it hates me.

Sergeant, when
you were dispatched

to Mr. Diamond's mansion
in Bel Air on June 9th,

what was the complaint?

Myrow: Mr. Diamond's
neighbor called us.

Mr. Seldes... he was scared out
of his mind.

He'd complained
about party noise.

Mr. Diamond
responded by strafing

his yard with
an assault rifle.

Objection. Hearsay.

Sergeant Myrow did
not see the shots fired.

Sustained.

What happened when you got
to the mansion, Sergeant?

Myrow: Mr. Seldes said the
shots came from the back yard.

I got there in time
to see Mr. Diamond

throw the assault weapon into
the pool.

Roth: And what else was
Mr. Diamond doing.

Screaming at Mr. Seldes
over the fence.

Roth: So, you saw Mr. Diamond
throw the gun into the pool.

He was verbally abusing
Mr. Seldes, and...

"someone" sprayed Mr. Seldes'
yard with bullets.

Objection. She's going
for pure speculation.

Sergeant Myrow did not see
the weapon fired.

Sustained.

But you did see the weapon
in Mr. Diamond's hands?

Yes.

Your witness, counsel.

Mr. Diamond
was giving a party.

There were upwards of 40 people
around the pool, weren't there?

I had some nut firing shots.
I wasn't counting heads.

You were at the shallow
end of the pool, right?

Kittredge: And the gun was
retrieved from the deep-end?

Yes.

So the entire length of the pool
and most of the guests

were between you and the gun.

How could you
possibly have seen Mr. Diamond

throw the gun in the pool?

I have 20/20 vision.

Then you must have
noticed that most

of the party guests were women.

Very attractive women.

A number of whom were topless.

And you still say
you clearly saw Mr. Diamond

throw the gun in the pool?

- Yes.
- Really, Sergeant?

Through all those breasts?

Roth: Objection.

Asked and answered.

He's being totally
argumentative.

Kittredge: I'm legitimately
questioning

the witnesses perception.

He claims not to have noticed

thirty beautiful women
dressed like this.

Mr. Kittredge,
what is going on here?

Kittredge: I'm proving
my point, Your Honor.

A bailiff's been standing by
the door

for most of Sergeant Myrow's
testimony.

Without looking, can you tell
me if it's a man or a woman?

Don't answer that, Sergeant.

Put those coats back on, now!

I want those women removed.

Your Honor, this is interference
with the defense.

Perception is fair game
at any trial

except, apparently, this one.

- You're in contempt, Kittredge.
- I move for a mistrial.

Denied. You're getting a hearing
when this is over.

And probably a jail cell.

You're a grandstander
with no respect for the law.

You have no respect
for my client, Your Honor.

You disapprove of sex
and you disapprove

of him because he sells it.

If you don't sit down, I'll have

you thrown out of here, too!

I continue this
trial under protest.

- So noted.
- Now, shut up.

Judge Swanson: The jury will
disregard

Mr. Kittredge's outburst

and his bad manners.

We're adjourned until 2 p.m.

[indistinct chatter]

[door closes]

Marta...

Marta?

Marta...

Oh, my God.

- Oh, please.
- Oh, my God.

Oh, please.

Where's my son?

Where's Marta?

Marta!

Oh, it's alright.

Marta: Everything is fine.
- Everything is not fine.

- Where's Matthew?
- He's fine.

He's upstairs taking his nap.

Oh, this is Kumar.

Kelsey: Kumar?
- Please.

He teaches me Hindustani.

You get dressed
and get him out of here.

- You're fired.
- It was a mistake.

If you're not
gone in 5 minutes,

I'm calling the police.

You were
the Chandler's accountant.

What happened when you went
to their home

a week before
Mr. Chandler was killed?

Your Honor. I renew my
objection to this witness.

Graphia: Once
again, Your Honor.

She goes to motive
behavior of the defendant

with regard to her
husband's money.

Overruled.
Witness will answer.

[clears throat] We had to work
out a tax problem.

When I arrived, Elsa and
Ralph had been arguing.

Violently?

Vosburgh: Oh, no, no.

Ralph never raises his voice.

But he was pretty upset.

Elsa had written over
$20,000 worth of checks

on their joint account.

Who were the checks made out to?

Some were to cash,

and the rest were made out
to Waering Antiques.

Mrs. Vosburgh, did
Mrs. Chandler

tell her husband what
the money was for?

Vosburgh: She said she
bought things with it.

A Chinese vase
and some paintings.

Ralph didn't
believe her, though.

Graphia: Thank you.
Nothing further.

This was a joint account,
wasn't it?

I mean, legally, the money
belonged to both of them.

Yes, but Ralph
never liked Elsa

to write checks
without his approval.

In other words, Ralph Chandler

wanted to have total control.

Y-- yes.

And when Mrs. Chandler
told her husband

about the Chinese vase,

what did he do?

He took a hammer and what
did he do, Mrs. Vosburgh?

He destroyed the vase.

Thank you.

Nothing further.

Judge Green: Witness
may step down.

Who's next, Mr. Graphia?

Your Honor, the People
call Mr. Steven Waering.

Objection. Witness
is not on their list--

His testimony also goes
to motive, Your Honor.

How? He was her antique dealer.

In the last 24 hours,
we've uncovered

an intimate relationship between

Mr. Waering and the defendant.

Van Owen:
Objection, Your Honor.

This is a blatant attempt
to blindside defense.

I move to exclude--

Take it easy, Miss Van Owen.

If he didn't know about
the witness, he didn't know.

Mr. Graphia will provide you

with all of the investigative
reports.

But to be fair
to your client I'll give you

until tomorrow afternoon.

It's not enough.

In my opinion, it is.

Then I move
for a stay, Your Honor.

I want time to get
a writ on that ruling

from the Court of Appeals.

Judge Green: You've got
to be kidding!

They'd throw you out
on your ear. Stay denied.

- Your Honor--
- I've ruled, Miss Van Owen.

We're adjourned.

Just take a deep breath, okay?

[door opens]

[clattering]

I met him at a charity auction.

Sometimes Ralph would let me go
to those without him.

Anyway, Steven and I
had lunch together,

and we became friends.

But that wasn't all.

No.

I care for Steven.

But we were never,
ever involved.

Then why didn't you
tell us about him?

There was nothing to tell.

The DA says that you spent
the night with Waring.

We have a security video
from his garage.

You came in at one 1:04 a.m

and you left at 6:15.

Three months before
your husband was killed.

Well,

you see, that night, um...

Ralph got drunk um...

when he drank,

he used to play this game.

He called it...

"How should I kill Elsa."

Chandler: Um. "Should
I beat her to death?"

"Should I cut her throat?"

"Maybe I should strangle her."

And it would go on for hours

until he would finally pass out.

So I needed someone to talk to.

And Steven said that I could
call him at any time.

So, I did, I called him,
and he persuaded me

to come to his apartment.

Where you slept with him?

Chandler: No, we just talked,

and he tried to get me

to leave my husband,
but I couldn't.

Because, you see, I still
believe that Ralph needed me.

So, after a few hours,

I was frightened that he would
wake up and find me gone.

So, um, I went home.

And that was it.

That is the truth.

It's still going to be hard
for a jury to swallow.

It's none of their business.

Look, um...

Steven is the only good thing
in my life.

Ralph had me
convinced that um...

That I couldn't love anybody.

And Steven changed that.

I had started to feel...

something that I hadn't done
for a long time.

And if the jury sees it,
you'll probably

go to the gas chamber.

- Grace.
- They see a woman in love.

They're gonna believe
the prosecution.

They're not going to look
at you as the abused wife

who defended herself against
a habitual rapist,

they're going to see
you as the cheating bitch

who killed her husband
for money.

I think you made your point.

Not telling us about Waering
was a lie.

If you lie to us again,
we drop the case.

[door closes]

[instrumental music]

He's got play group at 9:00
and Gymboree at 1:00.

And if Laura next
door is taking Chelsea

they love each other,
they can carpool.

Am I going too fast?

Play group at 9:00
and Gymboree at 1:00.

Try to get a date
with the girl next door.

I can do that. I can do that.

Oh, great!
We have to get my car.

Junk food is out, but
yogurt's okay if it's low-fat.

And I hate to be a dictator,
but I'm really

gonna have to insist
on no visitors.

Kelsey: I hope you understand.
- That's no problem.

You ready? Come on.

If he goes in the sun
sometimes he gets a rash.

There's cream for
it in the diaper bag.

I think you covered that, Ann.

Oh, and if you're
reading My Little Pony,

he goes right to sleep,

but he won't go in the bathtub
without Kermit.

You've got all the
emergency numbers

by the phone both
ours and the cars.

- See you tonight!
Ned: Bye!

Don't hesitate to call,
even if you think it's stupid--

Markowitz: Ann!
I could've walked by now.

Bye-bye.

Okay, I talked to a friend
and two guys he works with.

Waering is okay.

He's divorced, but
he loves his kids.

He doesn't fool around...

His child support
is always late,

his ex-wife is not a fan

and his business
is in deep trouble.

Okay, so it ain't
gonna be a picnic.

No.

Maybe I should take it, huh?

The judge could still
be mad at you for--

Come on. I had to hit back.

Not with a writ.
Grace, you lost your temper.

I had every right.
They were walking all over us.

Chandler wasn't.
She made a mistake.

You didn't have
to slap her around.

I just told her the truth.

You scared the
hell out of her.

That's just what her husband
did it made her shut down.

She does that on
the stand, we're dead.

I don't have time
for this, okay?

I have to be ready
for Waering in two hours.

Grace, this isn't like you.

Give yourself a break.

Let me cross Waering, give Green

a chance to cool off, huh?

It's my call. I can handle it.

Just be there to back me up.

[door opens]

Bailiff: Please come to order.

This court is now in session.

Come here, Mr. Kittredge.

I'm placing you on notice.

Any breach of decorum,
even the slightest

will land you
in front of the State Bar.

Your Honor, it's clear that you
hate my guts and my client's.

Keep your voice down.

That's exactly what
I'm talking about.

Kittredge: You're
hamstringing me, Judge.

You're blocking any
effective defense.

I've reached my limit
with you, counsel.

I will not let you
demean my courtroom.

Your Honor, I'd like
to say something.

You can't.
You're a member of a jury.

- I have to talk to you.
- Objection.

Miss, the jury doesn't
address the court.

Gwen: You have the discretion
to let me, Your Honor.

People versus Gates.
Upheld on appeal,

97 Cal. App. Third, 129.

[indistinct murmuring]

Alright. What's your problem?

Mr. Diamond isn't
getting a fair trial.

We're supposed to concentrate on
the facts here, and we can't.

All we can hear is you
two yelling at each other.

I instructed you
to ignore Mr. Kittredge.

And if you have complaints
about me, you can take them

to the Judicial Performance
Commission

after we're finished.

Judge, this juror has
obviously formed an opinion.

Wrong. She's trying not to.

Put a sock in it, Frank.

She should be excused.

Well, then you'll have
to excuse the whole jury.

We all feel the same.

You've discussed
the case among yourselves.

Not testimony, not anything we
might deliberate,

but when we're watching
World War Three,

you can't just ignore it.

Do you know what you're saying?

We took an oath, Your Honor,
to give you a verdict

based only on the evidence.

And I am telling you that
right now we can't do it.

[door opens]

You are a stubborn old fart.

Well of all the...
Get out of here!

Don't splutter at me, Leland.
This is too important.

We can do each other
a lot of good.

I would rather swim
in nuclear waste.

Ha! Get over it, honey.

This place is in
deep financial doody,

and everybody knows that.

Hold on.
Just listen to my proposal.

If you don't like it,
then you throw me out.

- You have two minutes.
- I only need one.

I'm a cash cow.
I have more money than God.

I will agree to pay anything
you want for office space.

Refer you my litigation
overflow, plus anything

my clients need outside
the industry.

And I will even get you a deal
with my insurance company.

In return for what?

Your downtown connections,

your sterling reputation.

You need a shot in the arm.

I'm looking to branch out.

Together, we're Fred Astaire
and Ginger Rogers.

She had the sex,
he had the class.

If you mean a merger,
that's out of the question.

I like to cohabit
before I get married.

We, uh, share space.
See what happens.

Trust me, nothing will.

But you like my offer.

We have the right
to terminate, at any time

on a month's notice.

You pay for office services

and the use of the library.

Any joint clients? 50-50.

My name goes on the door.

We issue a press release
and agree

to talk closer ties
in six months.

A year and this will all have
to be approved by the partners.

- It isn't final.
- Small strokes, baby.

It's paperwork.
We got a done deal.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Once again, Mr. Waering.

Mrs. Chandler visited
your apartment regularly.

Three times over eight months.

And at least one of those times
she spent the night with you.

Not the way you mean. No.

An attractive woman
who loves you,

comes to your apartment
at 1 a.m.

stays till dawn,
and you don't sleep with her.

Objection. He's badgering.

Graphia: Witnesses
is hostile, Your Honor.

Overruled.

Are you denying that you had
a sexual relationship

with Elsa Chandler
before her husband was killed?

Yes. We were friends.

Waering: I was trying
to help her.

Help her leave her marriage,
help her funnel

Ralph Chandler's money
into your failing business?

- Objection.
Judge Green: Sustained.

He was beating her, for
God's sake he was raping her.

According to her.

But the truth was,
Elsa Chandler

desperately wanted
to be rid of her husband

so that she
could be with you.

Van Owen: Objection.
- No, no, no.

- She had to get out.
- She wanted out because of you.

- And you needed cash.
- No, wait a minute.

- We weren't the criminals--
- No further questions.

Waering: The way he treated
her was psychotic.

What happened to Ralph Chandler
was his own fault.

That'll do, Mr. Waering.

[indistinct whispering]

Not sure about him yet. You
gotta build up sympathy fast.

You knew Elsa Chandler
was married, didn't you?

As she told me when we met.

But she didn't tell me the kind
of monster she was married to.

Objection. Non-responsive.
Move to strike.

Jury will disregard
the answer.

When did you realize that
Elsa Chandler

was being abused by her husband?

Objection. No foundation.
He didn't see any abuse.

He was with the defendant
right after she was brutalized.

- This man is an eyewitness--
Graphia: After the fact.

I'll allow you some latitude,
but don't push it.

Van Owen: I repeat, Mr. Waering.

When did you realize
that Elsa Chandler

was being abused
by her husband?

Waering: The night she came
to my apartment.

At 1 a.m.

She was--she was white
and shaking

Under her raincoat,
her blouse was torn.

Her--her cheek was bruised.

And there was blood
all over everything.

And...

And there were cuts.

Cuts on her neck.

and on her breasts.

Who did she say
inflicted those cuts?

Ralph Chandler.

With a butcher knife.

Did Mrs. Chandler tell you
these things easily?

Oh, no, no.

She couldn't talk for,
for quite some time.

It was hours before she told me
what had happened.

When it finally came out,
I wanted to kill him myself.

Had she ever
said anything about

her husband abusing
her before this?

She tried so hard not to.

I-- I knew something was wrong,

but I could never get her
to say what.

[sighs]

After all the sick
things he did to her,

she was still loyal.

Mr. Waering, from what
you witnessed that night,

from the physical evidence,

do you have any doubt that Elsa
Chandler was severely abused?

She was bleeding.
She was terrified.

You can't fake that.

Of course, she was abused.

Thank you, sir.

You don't know
that Elsa Chandler

was abused by her husband.

In fact, Mr. Waering,
you don't know

that she was abused by anybody.

- Objection.
Graphia: I'll rephrase.

Couldn't Elsa Chandler
have inflicted

what were really
minor injuries on herself

in order to gain your sympathy?

It's possible but she didn't.

Graphia: The two of you
were very close.

Maybe you agreed
to back up Mrs. Chandler's story

to help her fabricate an excuse
for murdering her husband.

- Objection.
- Sustained.

You're in love
with Elsa Chandler,

aren't you, Mr. Waering?

I don't see what that has
to do with what I'm--

Answer the
question please.

Are you in love
with Elsa Chandler? Yes or no?

Yes.

Would you lie to save her life?

- No.
- Objection!

- This is argumentative.
Judge Green: Overruled.

According
to phone company records,

Ralph Chandler
called your store

from his office
on July 10th, 1990.

Did he ask if his wife
was there?

Yes.

And Elsa Chandler was there,
wasn't she, Mr. Waering?

Yes.

Did you tell that
to her husband?

He would have gone crazy--

Graphia: Did you tell Ralph
Chandler his wife was there?

No.

So you lied
to protect Mrs. Chandler?

Yes.

No further questions.

- I have a confession, Stewart.
- Now?

Kelsey: You were right
about Ned.

He's wonderful with Matthew.

I was being a chauvinist.

I had a knee jerk reaction
to a male nanny.

Well, we got over it.

Matthew likes him.
Turned out fine.

Except for the Marta fiasco.

That was all my fault.

I just rushed into hiring her.

Come on,

what's really going on?

I love being back
at work, Stuart.

This may not be exactly the kind
of law I want to practice,

but I wake up every morning,

I can't wait to get
to the office.

And this is bad?

Maybe it's not fair to Matthew.

After three months, he's used
to having me home.

So he'll get used to Ned.

Honey,

you hated taking him
to Gymboree, right?

Oh!

Ned loves Gymboree.

And Matthew knows
the difference.

Absolutely, I mean, you can
discuss it with him,

but I'll bet you the happier
you are, the happier he is.

And if coming in here
and going to work

is what you want,
Matthew would say go for it.

If he could talk better.

I love you.

Me too.

Wyles?

Are you able to render a verdict
in this case based

solely on the evidence?

No, Your Honor.

Clerk: Zinsmeister.

Judge Swanson: Are you able to
render a verdict in this case

based solely on the evidence?

No, Your Honor.

I have never
seen anything like this

in 20 years on the bench.

Since the jury
considers itself incapable

of an impartial verdict,

I have no choice but
to declare a mistrial.

Ladies and gentlemen,
you're excused.

I hope I never have
the pleasure again.

[indistinct chatter]

[elevator dings]

[elevator door slides open]

[elevator door slides close]

Thanks.

You're the reason I won.

It was a mistrial.

Which I'll claim resulted
from judicial misconduct.

In this state, I can argue
double jeopardy.

I win and Mr. Diamond walks.

He should be tried again.

Absolutely.

But he has a very good lawyer.

And he had you.

[indistinct chatter]

Roth would have
eventually persuaded

one of the party-goers
to testify.

She'd have convicted on assault
with an automatic weapon

and our friendly
judge would've slapped

Mr. Diamond with the 6-year max.

- We made it all go away.
- You had no case.

Those fights were deliberate.
You used us.

I couldn't get
the judge to bite.

But you were a dream come true.

You slimy son of a bitch.

Gwen: I'll go to the judge.

I'll tell him exactly
what you did.

He already declared
the mistrial.

And you have no proof.

You're out of your league,
Miss Taylor.

This is no place for amateurs.

Mullaney: You were great.

But the boyfriend hurt us.

Anyway, they rest tomorrow
and we put Elsa on

no later than Thursday.

Well, she does worry me.

She could get up there
and check out.

She could protect
herself so much

she sounds like
the phone book.

You got another choice?

No, she's the only
way we prove abuse.

But we got to hit hard
on the temporary insanity.

She wasn't herself.

He made her do things
she never would have done.

No, I'm going
with self-defense.

And insanity, file both.

I'm not using both.
I want a clean acquittal.

Oh, the odds are against us.

She took the gun with her.

We can't prove
immediate threat.

We gotta have insanity
to fall back on.

Look hey, it's still not guilty.

There's been too much publicity.

The judge would have
to commit her.

We'd end up
victimizing her again.

Grace, you don't want
to go for broke here.

I don't want Elsa Chandler
in a mental ward,

possibly for the rest
of her life.

At least she'll have a life
with straight self-defense,

you're taking too much
of a gamble.

Don't second guess me, Tommy.
I know what I'm doing.

So do I. You're acting out.

You've got an awful lot
of anger about

the baby and you're letting it
cloud your judgment.

Now, as your friend, I know it's
got to be killing you,

and I'm sorry, but on behalf of
our client, I think it stinks.

This was a mistake. You're not
comfortable with second chair?

- I'll ask Jonathan.
- Great.

You dump me, railroad
the client.

Do your very best
to screw things up.

You know what? What's hurting
ya is still gonna be there.

[melancholic music]

I was accepted at Loyola
but I never went.

I've always, always talked
myself out of going back.

But do you want to be a lawyer?

I must.

I can't seem to get away
from them.

And I've covered for enough
to think I'd be good,

in spite of what happened today.

- Then do it.
- It's not that easy.

Law school at night
and a full time job, huh?

It'll be hell.
You might not make it.

But if you don't try,
you'll never know.

I'll need more
flexible hours but

I'll make sure
Arnie is covered.

If you want help convincing
him, just let me know.

Thanks.
You've been really great.

Oh, watch that. Careful.

This painting is worth
more than your company.

Hey, Leland!
I'm glad we caught you.

Wait by the door.

Frank Kittredge,
my new associate.

Bloom: I promised a hired gun,
I deliver.

The eminent Leland McKenzie.

Pleased to meet you.

Oh, Damn. Don't throw--

This is Gwen Taylor.

We've met.

Can you believe it? I'm payin'
these putzes golden overtime.

I'll see you tomorrow, now
these offices are really tacky

but they have
huge possibilities.

- They're moving in?
- Regrettably, yes.

[rumbling] Oh!

Oh! Where are you
when I need you?

[melancholic music]

[theme music]