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Douglas: Mmm. Mmm.

Robert: I knew
you'd appreciate it.

I give it an 8.5.

This place must be
the best kept secret in town.

Douglas, there's a reason why
I wanted to have dinner here.

Aren't we celebrating?

My citation from the Bar?

A well-deserved honor.

But I also needed to discuss
something personal.

Fire away.
What are friends for?

Douglas, I'm gay.

- What?
- I'm gay.

Bob, please!

It's no secret, not here.

I know it's a shock,
hearing it like this.

Or maybe not. Marilyn
had suspected for years.

You told your ex-wife?

I wasn't sure how the kids
would handle it.

You told your kids?

I want to tell everyone
who's close to me.

Why are you telling me?

You're my oldest friend.

I've always admired you.

Ever since we were roommates
our freshman year--

Now hold on! For me,

our friendship
has been strictly

heterosexual male-bonding.

I'm not interested
in being propositioned.

I'm not propositioning you.

- I'm not attracted to you.
- Oh.

I only wanted you to know
because it's who I am.

I hope you can accept it.

Well, certainly.
It's your right.

And I hope you'll meet
my lover, Bill.

We're planning
a spring wedding.

It would mean a lot to me
if you'd be my best man again.

That could be the weekend
I have the kids.

- They'd be welcome.
- We'll see.

- Sorry.
- You're gonna be, sucker!

Hey! What are you doing?

You keep your fag-face
outta here, queer!

Oh! Ah! Oh, no!

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Well, in addition
to the broken nose,

he suffered facial bruising
and a cracked rib.

- How much did they get?
- Well, robbery was

apparently not the motive.

He had $200 in his wallet
when he was admitted to Cedars.

- Where did this happen?
- Out on the West side.

Outside a restaurant Androcles?

- Androcles!
- You know the place?

Uh, yeah, it rings a bell.

Is he gonna miss his own
awards luncheon?

Leland: Well, I hope not.

If his condition remains
stable,

they'll let him come home
tomorrow.

In his absence,
we'll keep this brief. Roxanne?

- Okay! First up, we--
- Oh, by the way.

Word is
the Board of Supervisors

has completed its
investigation of Mr. Rogoff.

As of today, our District
Attorney is history.

- Yeah!
- Yes!

Rogoff's final appeal
was rejected?

He withdrew his appeal
and got to keep his pension.

Hey, when did your ties
with the D.A.'s office

get better than mine?

Hey, what a relief
for Zoey, huh?

- Oh yeah, you bet.
- Can we get started, Roxanne?

Good idea.
Paul vs. Rumbolt Logging--

Oh yes!
That's the saw mill accident.

- I'm down to my last motion.
- Leland: Ann.

They're gonna revoke
your Sierra Club membership

because you're defending
loggers?

This time the logging company
is not at fault.

The tree spiker caused
the accident.

Billy: Treespiker?

An activist that drives
nails into trees

to keep them
from being cut down.

An activist? He's a terrorist.

He's also our co-defendant.

- Oh, no.
- Can we move on, people?

Thanks for the encouragement, guys.

Okay, people, listen up!

Now, Jonathan's
got the McFarland deposition.

C.J.'s got Jackson vs. Wu.

Tommy, you're downtown
on the Velasquez arraignment.

Okay, any questions?
That's it, we're adjourned.

Man 1: Who's next?

Who's representing,
Ms. Johnson?

I just got Hansen to O.R.
my client on a 3rd offense.

If I'm ever up for murder,
you're my first call.

I got your message.

Oh yeah, I know we said
we'd hang onto the lot.

But the offer is 60 thou--

That's almost what,
double what we paid in '85.

I need to sleep on it, Tommy.

Real estate in Mammoth
is still going up.

Can't bring yourself
to sell our

last piece of joint property?

Hey, I'm still trying
to profit somehow

from our marriage.

Mr. Mullaney, you're a member

of the Bar Panel, aren't you?

You know I am, Your Honor.

Well,
it appears this young lady

is without representation.

The P.D.'s swamped right now.

Sure. I'll take it on.

Anything to keep you
out of the office.

The court appreciates
your assistance.

Miss Johnson is charged

with felony possession
of narcotics.

Bail is set at 10,000 dollars.

Request a continuance
to consult

with Ms. Johnson
before entering a plea.

I'm pleadin' guilty.
I don't need to consult.

Miss, you need to talk
to Mr. Mullaney.

I can't make any bail
and I'm pleadin' guilty.

Judge Hansen: Much as I'd like
to clear my calendar,

we need to do this by the book.

Mr. Mullaney will explain.

Continuance is granted
until tomorrow.

Now, I'm gonna read your file,

and then we can talk
about your plea.

I told you my plea...

- Guilty.
- Come with me, Miss.

- Oh, you're early.
- Lambchops!

Ah, look at you,
look at you!

And look at this place.

I presume you negotiated

your own pact with the devil.

I thought your flight
got in tonight, Dad.

I canceled the MGM Grand.

I had a nightmare
and I was stuck

in a perpetual audition
at 30,000 feet

with a hoard of school boys
in short pants.

They turned out
to be producers.

So I woke up in a cold sweat
and changed my ticket.

New comedy close out of town?

Uh, mercifully, yes,
Lambchops.

Daddy, I have a name.

I also have a hellish day, mmm?

So how about drinks later?

- You know, I've given it up.
- Oh?

How about you join me

at the Polo Lounge
for breakfast tomorrow?

You're staying
at the Beverly Hills?

Well, you know...
when in Rome and all that.

I thought you'd sworn off
Hollywood.

Well, only the telly.

And even that's corning back
to haunt me.

The studio will not cough up
my foreign residuals.

Oh, I see.
You need legal advice.

I didn't say I needed anything.

You're here and you must have
read in the trades

that Susan Bloom
is our new roomie.

Ah! Well, might have done...
might have done.

Daddy, we have been
through this before.

You have a habit
of burning bridges

which makes it impossible
for me to introduce you to--

Hey, Pete! You ready to go?

Your dad has charmed me
into lunch.

I hope Trumps
is to your liking.

Oh, it's one of my haunts.

You Lamb.
Ring me later, will you love?

[door shuts]

Ann: You Honor,
before you bring in the jurors

I'd like to renew my motion
for severance.

On what grounds?

On the grounds that the presence

of this co-defendant will result

in a confusion of the issues

and will materially prejudice

my clients right
to a fair trial.

- Don't like my smell, Etter?
- Dillon: Your Honor, we share

Counsel's concern
that Rumbolt Logging's

impeccable reputation
for rape and pillage

of the redwoods could be
sullied by association

with a concerned
environmentalist--

This is exactly
the kind of mud-slinging

I anticipate, Your Honor.

Mr. Dillon , why are you
on your feet

in the middle
of Ms. Kelsey's motion?

Because I agree. My client
shouldn't be here, now or later.

I renew my motion to dismiss
the charges against my client.

There is no evidence
to suggest--

Let's hear the evidence,
Mr. Dillon.

Motion denied.

As to your motion...

this gentlemen claims
that your client

and Mr. Dillon's client

shared in the acts
that led to his injury.

I don't think finger-pointing
will confuse the jury.

Blame is the issue.

Motion denied.

What did your doctor advise?

Douglas: I advised him

that I'm receiving
a major award

from the Bar Association

and it would take more than
a random act

of urban violence to prevent me
from attending.

Douglas...

I had a talk
with Detective Connolly

out in the hall...

And?

He explained to me
the nature

of the establishment that
you'd been visiting.

It's not an establishment,
it's, it's a restaurant.

Well,
that's entirely your business

and as far as I'm concerned
it'll stay that way.

Are you--
for goodness sakes, Leland...

I was meeting a friend there.

There's no need for you
to explain your friendships.

I mean, I've never meddled

in the private affairs
of colleagues.

It was not a private affair!

Douglas,
you're a damn fine lawyer!

- That's all that matters.
- Leland--

[door opens]

Connolly: Excuse me, gentlemen.

You feelin' better,
Mr. Brackman?

- No.
- Here's somethin' here

that'll make us both
feel better.

I've been after this S.O.B.
for months.

- What are you doing?
- It's a photo gallery.

A suspect we picked up today
we'd like you to I.D.

I've got three others like you
to talk to.

Like me?

Other victims of this...
gay-bashing nut.

I resent the implication.

You did get
a good look at him, right?

- I want no part in this.
- Douglas--

Get those photos out of here.

I am not pressing charges.

[door opens]

Oz: Look at you here, Tasha.

Makes me, I wanna break this
damn place apart.

Don't lie to me.

Lie to them if that's what
you think you need to do.

Look, be chill.

Sorry to interrupt.

You Tasha's lawyer?

Uh-huh. Who are you?

You gonna cut her a deal?

Tommy: That's what she
and I need to talk about.

Excuse me.

[exhales]

You know, there's chill
and there's chill.

Taking the fall
for someone else?

Not too chill.

I read your file.

First time up.
I'll do six months tops.

Who told you that?

Your boyfriend thinks
he's pretty smart. Is he?

How smart is your girlfriend?

She's smart enough to be my ex.

Whose 8th of Peruvian Flake
was that in your freezer?

What do you care, huh?

I just don't like to see
someone get taken for a ride.

The coke was mine.

Oh, you knew it was there and
you let in

two cops without
a search warrant?

You seem too smart for that.

You be smart and get me a deal!

The next thing I know
I'm on the deck.

The metal had stopped flying
and the rig operator

was kneeling on my arm
trying to stop the bleeding.

Was it customary for you
to be so close to the blades?

Yes sir, as off-bearer
in the sawmill,

it was my job to reach in
with a pike to guide the slab.

Is that how you guided the logs?

The way you were gesturing?

Paul: No.

I used my left arm.

Thank you. Nothing further.

Mr. Paul,

is it unusual
for a bandsaw to strike

foreign objects
imbedded in logs?

Blades don't break everyday.

But in your experience
you've had blades strike

nails from old home steads,
for example?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Ceramic insulators

- from telephone lines?
- Yes.

And, uh, hunter's bullets,
and stones

and horseshoes and even cable
from your own millpond?

This time it hit a spike.

Mr. Paul, didn't you initially
turned down the job

as Off Bearer at South Creek?

Yeah, I'd been
Head Rig Operator at Ukiah

and Off Bearer was a step down.

What made it a "Stepdown"?

Less money. Harder work.

More dangerous?

Come on, anyone in a mill knows
that off-bearer is the--

Objection.
Calls for speculation.

- Sustained.
Ann: Isn't it true

you were cited once
for marijuana use--

- That was 15 years ago!
- Objection! Immaterial!

Ann: The plaintiff's
comparative negligence

is relevant, Your Honor.

Keep at it,
Etter He still has two legs.

Mr. Dillon, control your client
or I'll hold him in contempt.

Your Honor , this is typical
of the industry's

callous disregard
for its own workers.

I ask for the record to show
the co-defense

does not share
in this irrelevant accusation.

Sit down, Mr. Dillon.

The objection is sustained.
Ms. Kelsey.

Mr. Paul, were you drinking
at the Blue Ox Tavern

until 3 a.m. on the morning
of the accident?

That blade didn't break
because I drank a sixer!

It broke because that ass
drove a six inch spike

into the meat of the tree
and Etter didn't do jack!

Move to strike. The jury
will disregard that outburst.

Did you close
the Blue Ox Tavern

only four hours
before your shift began

on the day of the accident?

Yeah.

Ann: Thank you.
Nothing further.

Your Honor,

we have no questions
for Mr. Paul .

Then we're adjourned
until 10 a.m. Tomorrow .

- Nice stunt, Counselor.
- Stunt?

Your shock over my mention
of the marijuana.

You know if I hadn't brought
it up, you would have.

Maybe.
You saved me the trouble.

I won't have
to roll up my sleeves

until we get to the good part.

Hey, C.J! Your dad
ruined my afternoon yesterday.

Yes, well I'm not entirely
surprised.

We had such a blast at lunch

that I couldn't stand
to come back here

and face my desk.

I sent him off to meet
a few clients of mine.

One guy is producing the new
Kenneth Branagh feature.

- Oh, that's very sweet of you.
- Hey, no sweat.

They've had a helluva time
casting the role.

Your dad's perfect for it.

Especially with his
own experiences in Pakistan.

Susan, I feel obliged
to caution you.

My father has a way of...
promoting himself?

- He's an actor, honey.
- Yes, but with my father

you're always waiting
for the second shoe to drop.

He has a few problems.

Comes with the territory.

Sounds like part of the problem
may be yours, babe.

Well, there's no argument
there, love.

Where upon my mother asked,

"Why do you want
to be a cowboy, Douglas?"

And I announced,

"So I can get the bad guys."

Well this brought on
another burst of laughter,

followed by a mysterious remark
from my father.

"Looks like we have
another attorney in the family.

Another Brackman
interested in justice."

And from that moment on

my dreams of home
on the range began to fade.

I don't know if I'd feel
as honored today

if I were being recognized

the Downtown Los Angeles
Cowboy-of-the-Month.

But I do know our profession
has been very rewarding to me,

so this is doubly gratifying.

I only hope my father
hears and knows

he shares in this honor.
Thank you.

[applause]

- Congratulations.
- Thank you very much.

- Great!
- Great speech, Douglas.

Thanks.

Sorry, I haven't answered
your calls.

I feel responsible.

You shouldn't.
It was a random event.

But it wasn't.

What happened to you
happens to thousands

of gay men and women each year.

[sighs]
Well...

this particular thug's been
apprehended.

Their case is falling apart.

No one can make a positive ID.

- That's unfortunate.
- Yeah.

For a minute there
it looked like we really

were gonna
get those "bad guys."

Nice speech, Douglas.

Hey!

How can you, of all people,

expect me to get involved
in this?

You,
who've kept silent for years

because you've known even
the rumor of homosexuality

could hurt you professionally.

That's why
I'm starting to speak out.

I know how damaging
silence can be.

What's on your mind?

I think the longer
this goes on,

the bigger
the money's gonna get.

Why don't we try
to come up with a number,

split it 50-50,
and offer to settle.

Well, I think you're right.
I think we ought to settle.

I think my client's fair share
be zero not one dime.

Let's get out of here.

My client
didn't spike that tree.

The hell he didn't.

How would you know
what goes on in the woods?

You're always in the office,
counting your money.

I earn mine.
Your daddy gave you yours.

And don't you talk to me
about the woods.

I hunted and fished those woods
my whole damn life.

Where the hell do you think
your kids

are gonna take their kids
to hunt and fish?

And if we don't help these men
find some kind of common ground

there's gonna be more violence.
More victims like Mr. Paul.

And that's fine with them
as long as

no trees get hurt,
just workers losin' jobs.

Over-harvesting is what's
killing the industry.

People want wood, right?
People want paper!

Dillon: Okay, that's enough.

I think
we can forget a settlement.

[door shuts]

[laughs]
Trick or treat!

Well, it looks like
you brought the treats.

Are we celebratin'
a real estate transaction?

No. We are celebrating
your instincts.

The boyfriend has a record.

First arrest, '84.

You know, I thought
about the land, Tommy.

We should hang on.

I mean, it's gonna skyrocket,
it's lake view.

That was
what that blue thing was

between the tall green things.

Ha, ha, ha, how I ever thought

I could drag you off for
vacations in the mountains

I don't know.

Hey! I was a terrific hiker.

You did not hike, you paced.

You asked me
where the casinos were.

You're still holdin' that
sleepin' bag thing against me.

It was our very own land.
I wanted to sleep on it!

The van was parked
on our very own land.

The van had a mattress inside.

It is not the same thing.

Hopeless.

Alright,
so what do you think of this?

- Guy's been busy.
- Mm-hmm.

Eight months Juvie, G.T.A.

Two years served possession.
Parole violations.

I think you got the wrong
person sittin' in jail.

It gets worse.

The cops searched the girl's
apartment in the first place

because they had blown a raid
at a free base operation.

Yeah, so?

The cops were after her
boyfriends' old supplier.

- The one that he did time for.
- Um-hmm.

So...
he might be willing to talk.

Zoe,
if you go after the boyfriend

you could catch the big fish.

I don't have anything
on the boyfriend.

You wanna get somethin' on him?

I know I could make
this creep talk.

What are you gonna do?
Wear a wire?

Why not?

Because it's so dangerous!

You know a better way?

Why would you go out
on a limb like that?

You don't know this girl.

I know she didn't do it.

You are only her attorney!

Zoey. She's got no body else
to help her.

You're gonna do it, aren't you,
whether I help you or not?

Alright, I'll see
if I can get you a warrant.

Great.

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And when you received
the warning

how did you respond?

Well, I sent a team out
to see if it was true.

Did you have
any reason to suspect

the warning wasn't genuine?

Yes, I'd received
two earlier warnings

on other tracts and, uh,
we never found any spikes.

But why would
they warn of spikes

if they hadn't actually
spiked the trees?

Well, you just gotta understand
these Redwood Warriors.

You see, their whole mission
is to put loggers

out of business,
so they'll do anything

to cost me time and money.

- Ann: Such as?
- Well, such as...

Damaging vehicles
and equipment.

Causing down time
by burying themselves

in the road and chaining
themselves in trees.

On this occasion did your team
find any evidence of spiking?

No. No,
they didn't find anything.

Did you take
any further action?

Well, yeah! Yeah!

I called Russ Snyder
and cussed him out.

- Ann: Why?
- cause he's their ring leader.

- Objection.
- Ask any body in town!

What was Russ Snyder's reaction
to your call?

Etter: He laughed at me.

Did he deny responsibility
for the spiking?

[laughs]
No, ma'am.

[sighs]
No, he sure didn't.

Thank you, Mr. Etter.

Mr. Etter...

what was your team doing

as they walked the tract?

Looking for spikes.

- They were eye balling.
Etter: That's right.

Pavlik: But didn't you know
tree spikers snip

the heads off nails
so they can't be detected?

That's why they also had
metal detectors.

But aren't ceramic spikes
sometimes used?

Well, sometimes
they drill holes in the trees

and pour rocks in.

You can't out-guess these nuts.

You couldn't
out-guess these nuts,

but you still took only
minor precautions.

I did all I could!

Approximately how many trees

are on an acre
of old-growth forest?

It varies. Three hundred.

Pavlik: So your team
ran a metal detector

over 12,000 trees?

No. No,
they used it on a sampling.

On, what? Half the trees?
6,000?

Etter: It's hard to say.
- More than a hundred?

I'm trying to get a feel
for what makes up a sampling.

Well, may be a few hundred.

A few hundred...

out of 12,000.

Mr. Etter,
after you logged this sight,

did you alert the sawmill of
a possible threat of spikes?

I didn't think
it was necessary.

But you were wrong about that,
weren't you?

- I did my best.
- Were you wrong?!

Were... you... wrong?

Yeah.

Nothing further.

[coughs]

Mr. Etter,
what method of forestry

did you use to harvest
the Salt Fork Tract?

- We clear cut it.
- Dillon: Meaning

you went through and leveled
every 2,000-year old tree--

Etter: And replanted,

as mandated
by the Forest Services.

Dillon: Yeah? How's it doing?
Etter: What do you mean?

How's that re-seeded forest
look today?

I don't know.
I haven't seen it recently.

So you haven't seen
where mud slides washed away

your re-seeding along with
three feet of topsoil.

Objection! Is my client
responsible for flash floods?

He didn't leave anything
to hold the soil!

Ann: You're out of order!

Dillon: Your client
is responsible

for deciding to cut that timber

come hell or high water!

That's enough. Move on.

Why were you in such a rush

to harvest this old growth,
Mr. Etter?

- Ann: Objection!
- A rephrase.

Isn't it true
you were racing to beat

a court injunction
to preserve that stand?

We're always racing!

We loggers have
given and given!

We lose the old growth

and then they start
hollerin' about water quality

and spotted owls and habitat.

Now look! All I do
is supply a demand

and put food
on my family's table!

And how much demand was there
for the tree

being milled
when Mr. Paul was injured?

How much did
that particular tree bring?

Twenty thousand dollars.

Twenty thousand dollars
for one tree.

That ought to put a few meals
on the table, Mr. Etter.

- Ann: Objection!
Withdrawn. Nothing further.

You oughta ask Tasha
about that.

When Tasha answers
I hear you talkin'.

So I figured maybe that meant

you were the one
with somethin' to say!

I'm busy here.

Yeah, word is you're very busy.

Word is Iceman wants his men
on the street to really hustle.

You know, I figure
if a guy wants

to get mixed up in a bunch
of crap, what is that to me?

But if he drags in a girl
I'm supposed to be defending--

No body drags Tasha no place.

Oh, so she wants to be sittin'
in Civil Brand right now

like a rock-house toss up?

You got a car needs work?

Cuz if you don't, you come
a long way for nothin'.

No, I come here to tell you
you got a problem, man.

I mean, you did okay
getting the apartment

and making sure Tasha's name
alone was on the lease.

But you screwed up when it came
to the location!

She's within a thousand feet
of a school, Oz! So?

So, no court's gonna
bargain that away!

If you were thinkin'
she'd do what,

maybe six months?

- Uh-uh, try years.
- Get outta here!

You're gonna have to find
a new mama to front

for you if you're
gonna stay in the life.

- You don't know my life!
- I've seen your rap sheet.

The deals, the crazy money,
the customized Baby Benz.

Hell, you were cruisin' around
in one of these

before you were old enough
to get a license.

Maybe I was!

But now I make five frickin'
bucks an hour workin' here.

And you moonlight
behind the scale.

Oz, you're a player!

I'm a damn babysitter!

Yeah, Iceman leaves his product
in-my freezer off and on.

Only way I can make my rent!

What do you want me
to say, man?

Mr. Snyder, as leader
of the Redwood Warriors,

haven't you given
numerous speeches

advocating tree spiking?

I never advocated violence.

But you understood the danger.

I mean,
that was the whole point

of using the spikes, right?

No. The point was to act
as a deterrent.

That's why I always stressed

marking trees
and sending warnings.

Ann: You thought six inch spikes
of galvanized steel

could be driven into logs
that were headed for saw blades

moving 8,000 board feet
per minute

without the risk of
a worker being injured?

I thought that
the presence of spikes

would prevent giant sequoias
from being milled.

Ann: But you were mistaken.

The only mistake I made
was overestimating

the logging company's concern

for the safety of workers.

Ann: A man was injured
by one of your spikes!

Objection, not a shred
of evidence

has been produced that links
this spike to my client.

Sustained.

Ann: Mr. Snyder,
what was the motto

which you wrote
for the Red wood Warriors?

"Equal rights
for Mother Earth."

What does that mean?

The natural world doesn't exist

solely for human beings
to exploit.

All forms of life have
an inherent value.

Ann: But equal value.

So the loss of a tree
for example,

is worth the loss
of a man's arm.

That's not a fair comparison.

Ann: I agree. It's not fair.

Nothing further.

Mr. Snyder,

weren't you twice discovered

trespassing
on the Salt Fork Tract?

I was seen taking a walk
in the woods.

And on the first day
of harvesting

were you arrested
for chaining yourself

to a crawler tractor
at the site?

That's why I couldn't have
spiked anything.

I was all tied up.

- Move to strike.
Judge: So moved.

The jury will disregard.

Mr. Snyder, stick to answering
the questions asked.

Pavlik: At the time
of your arrest, did the police

confiscate
from you a box of nails?

From the tool box
in my truck.

- I'm a carpenter.
- Nothing more, for now.

Dillon: Mr. Snyder,

are you indeed, a spokesman
for the Redwood Warriors?

And proud of it.

Were you always
an environmental radical?

Objection! The evolution
of this man's philosophy

is not relevant.

Ms. Kelsey is the one who opened

the door to intention,
Your Honor.

I'll allow the question.

After ten years
in the environmental movement

I realized nothing had changed.

We were still devastating
old-growth forests

at the unchecked rate
of 70,000 acres a year.

At that rate,
there'll be no virgin woods

left in this state in 20 years.

Well, certainly,
we all like trees, Mr. Snyder ,

but aren't your tactics
extreme?

This isn't just about
the beauty of primal forests.

It's about our survival
on this planet!

These old growth ecosystems
clean the air,

protect the watershed.

Our tactics may seem extreme,

but the systematic annihilation
of our environment

wasn't fazed by
any less extreme actions.

Objection. This isn't an
answer, it's a prepared sermon.

Sustained.

One more question.

Do you believe that any means
justify the end

in protecting
these ancient forests?

No.

But as citizens,

the wilderness
is part of our home.

And just like you'd defend
your home if somebody broke in

I want to protect these woods.

But I advocate
only non-violent tactics.

Thank you.

One further question,
Mr. Snyder.

Would you describe Mr. Paul's
injury as non-violent?

No, I would not.

Nothing further.

We rest, Your Honor.

In that case, I move
for a directed verdict.

The plaintiff and co-defense
have failed to present

a primafacie case
against my client.

Your Honor,
Mr. Dillon's client admits

to advocating
the spiking of trees.

He was seen on the property!

Sorry, Ms. Kelsey ,
but I agree with Mr. Dillon.

Ann: Your Honor, if you
dismiss this co-defendant

you will be removing the party
who maliciously and criminally

began the chain of events
which led to this action!

As much as I would like to have
the party who spiked this tree

held liable
for his or her actions,

the court hasn't heard
any evidence

that could reasonably link

this defendant to this spiking.

Accordingly, Mr. Snyder
is dismissed from this lawsuit.

[indistinct chatter]

[knock on door]

[door opens]

Here are the Speidel contracts.

Leave 'em on my desk.

Maybe you should
go home early.

You don't push yourself
on your first day back.

Have you ever ridden
a horse, Roxanne?

When I was a little girl,
I loved to ride.

The horses didn't frighten you?

No.

[sighs]
I, uh,

I wanted to be a cowboy
until I was six.

Then my mother took me
to a stable near Griffith Park.

The horses were huge.

They didn't look that big
in the movies.

I wouldn't go near them,
much less get on one.

And in one crushing instant,

I knew I was too frightened
to be a cowboy.

I was a coward.

Fortunately, my father
had other career plans for me.

Well, I think you make
a much better attorney

than you would
have made a cowboy.

But I don't think
you're a coward.

Are you still afraid of horses?

I avoid horses.

This is not a city!

A city is a place
where one can walk outside

and hail a taxi.

You are five hours late because
you couldn't get a taxi?

I apologize
for missing dinner...

I'm not...
I'm not disturbing anything?

Yes. We're asleep.

Oh, I won't wake him.

Her?

Don't tell me you've discovered
a third option?

Were you this drunk
at your audition?

Audition?
It's a bloody cattle call

when they let the phones
ring through.

Oh, let me guess.

After Bloom went out other way,

you make a scene
and offend everyone!

They were semi-literates
not noses.

And they wanted the
character played for laughs.

Oh, look, it's late, huh?

What about a little drop
of something?

No. No more to drink!

Oh, you're always so hard...

Lambchops!

Yes, well someone had to be!

How you could choose law

over an honorable life
in the theater.

It killed your mother.

Aah!

Daddy, you do this
to yourself

and I am not gonna
wallow around in it with you!

Come on, it's late.

I'm too tired
and it gets us nowhere.

Come on.

- Go and sleep it off.
- I come to you,

utterly, utterly alone.

My career in a shambles.

My very soul in peril!

And you can't give me an inch.

There you go, Dad.
That's all you ever needed.

[exhales]

I thought you wanted them
out of the case?

I wanted the case severed.

I didn't want him
walking away free.

Now the jury's heard from him.

So, those bastards
break the law

and I pay the bill.

We can settle without
admitting negligence.

They got to you, didn't they?

Those damn spikers have got you
thinking that it's my fault.

Mr. Etter, I'm making
a professional recommendation

that we be flexible.

No, dammit.

The "Redwood Warriors"
don't compromise.

They wage war and they walk out
of here Scott free.

Well, I'll be damned if I'll
lay down and take the blame.

Okay.

Slow down, Mr. Wu.

Listen, I'm sure that
Mr. Jacksen's offer

was intended--

Look, can I call you back?

Bad idea, Dad.

"The food of thy
abused father's wrath

Would I but live

to see thee in my touch.

- Stop it
- I'd say I had eyes again!

A light! Alight!"

You think this is what I want?

Flowers and sonnets?

A sonnet?

It's not a sonnet--
it's from Lear.

I was trying to tell you--
I got a job.

You know how I feel
about Shakespeare on film

but I've always
loved Gloucester.

What did you think, Dad?

"I'll go to her office
she won't throw me out there?"

Well, I-I couldn't leave town
without apologizing, could I?

This isn't an apology--

it's a bloody grand entrance.

[clears throat]
Right. Right.

Last night was
an unfortunate lapse.

I threw you out and I meant it.

So you mean, you don't want me
in your life?

I don't want you
in my office. Ever.

I don't want you
using my friends

or my business relationships.

And I don't want you
dropping by

whenever you're on a bender.

Ever.

I'm an old dog, Cara.

It's hard to learn new tricks.

And these laughable attempts
to stay sober

are partly because of you.

It occurred to me that
it might be of some help.

Well, we're shooting
in New York.

I am on my way.

Give me a call
when you get there.

Anyway, who's shooting
another Lear?

Well, it's not actually "Lear".

A client of Susan's
makes commercials.

Alite! Alite!

A lite beer.

[laughs]

Hey, have a good trip, Dad.

[door shuts]

And in the face
of this known risk,

not only did Rumbolt Logging

conduct a cursory
investigation,

they also failed to warn

the saw mill
of a possible threat.

Why would they act
with such callous disregard?

Because it would have cost them

time and money.

Wayne Paul

worked on the line
in the saw mills

for 17 years.

Apart from his service
in the Army,

it's the only job he'd known.

It was a hard job
but he did it well.

And like his father
and his grandfather before him,

Wayne expected it to be
a job for life.

Mr. Paul paid dearly

for Rumbolt Logging's greed
and negligence.

He looks to you for justice.

None of us can imagine
the horror

of sustaining an injury
as critical as Mr. Paul's.

But we can sympathize
with him

as the victim of a unjust
and violent accident.

Rumbolt Logging
also sympathizes.

Especially since it has
frequently been the target

of the Redwood Warriors'
destructive and criminal acts.

Radical groups
like the Redwood Warriors

admit to being saboteurs.

Advocates
of hit and run tactics.

And true to form,
they have vanished

before we begin
to address responsibility.

But, Mr. Etter did not build

a family business
by hit and run tactics.

My client is the only one

who sits before you today,
ladies and gentlemen.

And in the absence
of the true wrong doers,

the plaintiff hopes
that you will find him

a convenient scape goat.

The plaintiff suggests

that Rumbolt Logging
acted out of greed.

This may be an easy caricature
for some of us to accept.

Some of us already blame
the loggers

for the vanishing forests.

We may already have made them
the scapegoats

for our society's
undiminished demand

for wood and paper.

But in suggesting
that Rumbolt Logging

acted out of greed,

the plaintiff implies
that tree spiking injuries

are predictable
and common place.

The truth is
only one other injury

from the spiking of trees
has ever been documented.

Personal injury

from the shattering
of a blade against a spike

is so uncommon as to be called
a freak occurrence.

My client took
every reasonable step

to investigate the warnings
that he received

and he found nothing.

He could not have foreseen
this accident.

Please, don't compound
Mr. Paul's tragedy

by creating a scapegoat.

Well, it means the D.A.,

has dropped
the charges against you.

- You're free to go.
- Let's go! Move it!

I told you, I don't need you
pullin' on my arm!

- What the hell?
- It's not your fight anymore.

- Tasha.
- What did you do?

He had no right
to make you take the rap!

No body makes me
do anything.

Oz and I had it figured.

He was working his way clean!

He had an eighth of
a kilo of cocaine.

It ain't that easy to get out!

You have no idea.

That's the only work
anybody's out there

begging Oz to take.

Cuz on the streets they know
how smart he is.

He was gettin' out!

We had ourselves a goal
until you came along!

- It wasn't your fight.
- It was our fight.

Oz is the man I love.
Don't you get that?

Now, he'll do hard time,
get hooked all over again.

They don't want him.
They want his connection.

He can make a deal.

You don't know Oz.

And you don't know me.

[sighs]
I'm sorry, Tommy.

He's not gonna talk.

Judge: Mr. Foreman, has the jury
arrived at a verdict?

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

In the matter of
Paul vs. Rumbolt Logging,

we find in favor
of the plaintiff,

and we order the defendant

to pay compensatory damages

in the amount of $450,000.

Judge: Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we're adjourned.

Thank you.

- Stick around to see the blood?
- Litigation junkie.

I don't admire your politics,
but I like your work.

You don't know
anything about my politics.

I know you keep your politics
out of your work

and that's a shame.

Are you being radical
or just plain rude?

You and I and your client

are all on the same side
of the fence

but you need to reach people
with the message.

- Breaking the law--
- Oh, let me guess...

"It turns people off,
gives us all a bad name?"

You said it.

Where as you are so
accommodating,

you wind up arguing
for the enemy.

[sighs]

Have we heard statements
from all your witnesses?

- Yes, Your Honor.
- Uh, no, Your Honor.

Douglas Brackman.
Sorry, I was late.

Mannew: I have
Mr. Brackman's statement.

Judge Shubow: Alright.
Take the stand.

Then he hit me in the face
until I fell to the pavement.

Then he kicked me several times
in the abdomen before fleeing.

Did the assailant speak to you?

Yes. He called me
a fag and a queer.

And what was
your reaction to that?

I was shocked.

Because, in fact, you are not
a homosexual,

are you, Mr. Brackman?

Because, in fact,
my sexual habits

were none of his business.

Did you get a look
at your assailant?

A very good look.

That is the man.

And you'd be able
to identify him

if he were brought to trial?

I certainly would.

Zoe?

Hey, Zoey?

Are you here?

Zoe: Tommy?

Yeah.
Now, grab your sleepin' bag--

Tommy, what the hell
are you doin'?

If we leave right now--

We can make it
to Mammoth by 3 a.m.

Hey. Now, I owe you
one night under the stars--

On your very own land
before we sell.

- Some other night.
- Come on. Come on.

Where's your sleepin' bag?

Where is your sense
of adventure, huh?

Tom.

I'm so sorry, Tommy.

We were gonna tell you.

- Listen.
- Hey, hey...

I'm, uh... it's,
uh... my fault.

Excuse me, guys.

[panting]

Hey, hey.

You want me to go?

No.

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