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Sifuentes: No, I-- I can't think

about anything else
but this case.

So if there's a client

that you can't put off
for any reason,

just hand them over to Mike--

What is this?

We, uh, can finish up
later, Ellen, okay?

What are you doing, Victor?

My parents are suing
the man that killed Charlie,

and I'm representing them.

Your father isn't well enough

to leave his house.
Your mother--

Grace, they want this.

And we need you as a witness.

And this is how you tell me,
with a subpoena!

Well, look, you didn't
return my phone calls.

What exactly do you
want me to testify to?

Van Owen: I didn't see anything
that's--

You saw the accident.

You saw how drunk
William Boyd was

when he got out of his truck.

I can't prove that
he was drunk.

[clears throat] He could have
been in shock from the accident.

And that is the first
thing his lawyer will say.

You don't have to prove
anything, so you say how

he reeked of liquor and how
he could hardly stand up.

You can't win this, Victor.

They didn't charge
Boyd with manslaughter

because the D.A. didn't
have enough evidence.

He got six months
because the D.A.

wasn't even sure he
could make felony DUI.

Boyd got off easy. Okay?

He was blind drunk and he was
driving like a maniac

when he killed
Charlie and the law...

The law let him get off
with a slap on the wrist.

The jury isn't going to care.

I want him to pay
for what he did.

- So, this is about revenge?
- No, it's about justice.

You're the last person to
be objective here, Victor.

William Boyd is a killer.

Now he murdered Charlie just
as if he had picked up a gun

and pointed it to his head.

If I have to put you
up on the stand,

that's what
I'm going to do.

I'm gonna do whatever it takes,

but I'll be damned, I'm...

I'm not letting him get
away with a murder.

[door opens]
Grace.

[door closes]

[theme music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[upbeat music]

Brackman: First, I'd like to
welcome our new associate,

Alex DePalma, who,
along with Tommy Mullaney,

put together the very lucrative
Halifax Chemical settlement.

C.J: Bravo.
Kelsey: Welcome.

Good, we could use the help.

Now, I wasn't too sure about

hooking up with a firm

like this, but so far, so good.

Thank you.

Brackman: Moving on.

Keller vs. Sergio?

C.J. referred it to me,
so we're splitting the fee.

C.J: And don't
keep us in suspense.

Are we going to be able to buy

"Illicit" one of these days?

Not if my client gets an
injunction.

Okay, I'll bite.
What's "Illicit"?

It's a new fragrance by Sergio.

Sergio, who?

Oh, you know the
guy in all the ads.

[chuckling]

C.J: Uta Keller's
bad boy designer.

Kittredge: That's the problem,

he's trying to leave
Keller's company.

He's claiming she
breached their contract

and doesn't have permission
to use his name and likeness.

We slapped a restraining
order on the 1000 crates

of "Illicit" she
was about to ship out.

Is this serious business?

Sergio's men's
cologne generated

twenty million in
sales last year.

[man whistles]

Serious enough for me.

Brackman: On a personal note,

you're testifying in

Sifuentes vs. Boyd?

Yes. Um...

I'm not sure my testimony
will help,

but Victor wants it.

Tell him we're pulling for him.

Kelsey: Give him our love.

I hope he nails the guy's ass.

McKenzie: How does it look?

Well, it's hard to say.

The driver is young.
He is nice looking.

Van Owen: He is
sorry that he ever got

behind the wheel
after a few too many.

And it will be hard
to find a member of the jury

who hasn't done the same.

Brackman: Well, I
guess we're adjourned.

Did Arnie tell you
about the switch?

- He mumbled something.
- It works out well, actually.

Arnie's got a slow week,
so he doesn't mind

taking my assistant for a while.

- Letting me borrow you.
- Oh, doesn't he?

You'd better gather up your
essentials

and camp out at the desk
near my office.

Unless you don't want to.

No, I like being passed
around like a used car.

I thought Arnie explained.

It's completely up to you.

But it's a textbook
civil procedure case.

When you're
studying contract law,

there's nothing like
a live demonstration.

You mean you were being nice?

Mostly I was being greedy.

I need a top notch slave.

Depositions start tomorrow.

Thanks.
I would like to be involved,

but there's one thing we need
to clear up first--

We got off on the wrong foot.

And I'm sure that kiss under the
mistletoe didn't reassure you.

But, in fact, I don't
like office flirtations,

I promise you won't
have to field advances from me.

I value your help too much.

I'll be at your
office in ten minutes.

See if you can make it five.

Officer Hawkins,
what did you find

when you first arrived at
the scene of this accident?

The car belonging to
Charles Sifuentes

was crushed between the
defendant's pick-up truck

and another vehicle.

The wreckage was so
mangled we had to use

the Jaws of Life to
free Mr. Sifuentes.

Hawkins: His injuries were
severe and he was taken

to St. Jude's Hospital
by ambulance,

where he died
several days later.

Yes and what about the
defendant, William Boyd?

Hawkins: He had minor cuts.

But his behavior indicated
that he was drunk.

Objection. That's Officer
Hawkins's conclusion.

Ma'am, you've been a police
officer for ten years now.

How many drunk drivers
would you say you've booked?

Over a hundred.

Your Honor, I think
Officer Hawkins

knows a drunk driver
when she sees one.

Objection overruled.

Sifuesntes:
Now, did you administer

a field sobriety test
to Mr. Boyd?

Yes. He failed. So we took him
to Rampart Division

where he was booked on
suspicion of drunk driving.

How fast was Mr. Boyd going

when his vehicle struck
Mr. Sifuentes'?

Objection. The officer wasn't
a witness to the accident.

Your Honor, we offer tests

on the defendant's vehicle,

performed at the
request of Officer Hawkins

to determine the speed at which
the defendant was driving.

These tests aren't universally
accepted, Your Honor.

I'm going to allow them,
Mr. Echeverria.

Officer, what did
those tests show?

A phenomenon
called "hot shock,"

which happens to headlights
at high speed collisions.

There's a burn inside the lamp,

which doesn't occur
at lower speeds.

And did Mr. Boyd's
headlights indicate

that "hot shock" had occurred?

Yes, they did.
Based on these tests

and skid marks at the scene,

we calculated that
he was traveling

at least 50 miles an hour
at the time of the collision.

Thank you. No more questions
at this time.

Isn't it true, Officer Hawkins,

that Mr. Boyd actually
passed the field sobriety test?

Objection. Asked and answered.

We believe Officer Hawkins
was in error, Your Honor.

Your Honor, this is maneuvering
on counsel's part.

Objection overruled.
I'm going to allow it.

How did Mr. Boyd fail the test?

He was unable to
walk a straight line.

Now, according to your report,
he, quote,

"Made the turn unsteadily,"
end quote.

But the law says all he had to
do was walk the straight line.

Echeverria: Was Mr. Boyd,
in fact, able to do that?

Yes.

So, then he actually
passed that test

in spite of having just
been in a serious accident?

- Yes.
- Thank you.

- Nothing further.
- Redirect, your Honor.

Officer Hawkins, was
walking a straight line

the only field sobriety
test given to Mr. Boyd?

Hawkins: No. We also tested his

hand-eye coordination
and the steadiness

of his peripheral vision,
among other things.

And did Mr. Boyd
pass those tests?

No, he did not.

Thank you, Officer.

No more questions.

[door closes]

Hey, Rox.

Where's Benny?

Sam!

What happened?

What do you mean?

Oh, come on.

- Ow! Forget this!
- I'm sorry.

I'll go back
and let'em finish the job!

I thought Benny
told me you stayed

with friends after school.

Not this week.

Jason's family went up north

for some old dude's funeral.

So, I'm on my own.

Maybe that's not
such a good idea.

Sam, what happened?

Hi.

Is that for me?
You shouldn't have.

This is for Douglas.

Now, now who hit you?

Do I have to tell him?

Oh!

It's humiliating.

They got my allowance, Benny.

But, at least,
I fought'em for my shoes.

[sighs]

The night Charles Sifuentes
was killed,

you had dinner
with him and myself

at the Imperial
Gardens restaurant.

What time did we leave?

It was a little after eight

because we were
supposed to go bowling.

We were joking about it.

We'd all come from work
so we had separate cars,

and Mr. Sifuentes
was going to get his car.

And then what happened?

Van Owen: I was still
in front of the restaurant.

And I heard the sound of...

brakes and a car skidding,

And when I looked
at the intersection...

I saw a yellow truck

slam into the side of
Mr. Sifuentes' car.

And Charles Sifuentes was
trapped in the wreckage?

Yes.

We could-- we could see
him through the window.

He-- he was unconscious,

he was bleeding...

but we couldn't get to him.

Did you happen to see the driver
of the truck, William Boyd?

Van Owen:
Yes. He got out of his truck

and he seemed uninjured.

Then he staggered and...
then he vomited.

Did Mr. Boyd appear to be drunk?

Objection, calls for conclusion.

Sustained.

What else did you
notice about Mr. Boyd?

He smelled strongly of alcohol.

Thank you.

Nothing further.

Ms. Van Owen,

is it possible that
Mr. Boyd's behavior

after the accident, his...

staggering and vomiting...
could've been due to shock?

Objection. Witness
is not a doctor.

She's not qualified to make
that judgment.

I'll allow it.

Have you seen a lot of shock
victims, Miss Van Owen?

No.

Well, then, how do you know
Mr. Boyd wasn't in shock?

It's possible, but it looked
more like he was drunk.

Was he incoherent?

- Did he slur his words?
- I didn't talk to him.

I was more concerned with
taking care of Mr. Sifuentes.

Then you weren't
really paying attention

to Mr. Boyd, were you?

Echeverria: Your observation
was fleeting and

understandably
colored by emotion.

I know what I saw.

Miss Van Owen...

during dinner, did Charles
Sifuentes drink any alcohol?

Objection. That is irrelevant.

Comparative negligence
is relevant, Your Honor.

Overruled. Witness will answer.

Van Owen: He had
two beers during dinner.

Echeverria: Did his
behavior at that time

reflect the influence of
alcohol?

Van Owen: No.

You said you were joking
as you left the restaurant.

Does that mean Mr. Sifuentes
was more buoyant than usual?

Not really. No.

Isn't it possible he could have

been feeling
the effects of two beers?

I don't know what you
mean by the effects of--

Isn't it also possible
that Mr. Sifuentes

judgment might have been
impaired--

Objection!

And he pulled
into the intersection

without seeing
Mr. Boyd's truck?

Your Honor, counsel's
making up fiction here!

Objection overruled.

I don't think that's what
happened.

Echeverria: Yes or no,
Miss Van Owen?

Is it possible
Charles Sifuentes

judgment was impaired?

He wasn't at fault here, what--

Echeverria: You said yourself
he had two beers.

He could have been
feeling the effects.

His judgment could
have been impaired.

It is remotely possible.

So, it is possible
that Charles Sifuentes

was at least partially

responsible for the accident?!

- Yes.
Echeverria: Thank you.

Echeverria: Nothing further.

[door opens]

[door closes]

You gave them
comparative negligence.

What was I supposed
to do, perjure myself--

You were supposed to help!

You made it sound
like it was Charlie's fault!

- I never said--
- The hell you didn't, Grace!

I needed you in there!

You needed me.

Van Owen: You needed me.

Where were you
when I needed you?

I lay in that emergency room
for three hours after the...

the miscarriage,
and you never came in.

You never even spoke to me.

I couldn't talk to anybody.

For weeks, you were like that.

Like a stranger. You cut me off.
And then you left.

- And I came back.
- After months.

Sifuentes: When
I could deal with it.

When it was convenient--

I came back to you, Grace.

I came back to y...

Baby, you wouldn't let me in.

You wouldn't even listen to me.

You had no right
to expect me to.

I was trying to
tell you what I felt.

Tell me now, then.

The miscarriage was my fault.

I wanted the baby so
much because of Charlie.

Sifuentes: And then we lost him.

This was a punishment to you.

I took my brother's life.

I took him off the respirator.

I took his life. God
just takes away my son's.

He was my son too.

You still don't see it, do you?

You still don't see me...
or my hurt.

All you can think about is
yourself and your dead brother.

Van Owen: Well, go ahead,
Victor.

Wallow in your grief.

I don't care anymore.

[melancholic music]

Sgt. Faraday, did you administer
a breathalyzer test

to William Boyd

at Rampart Division Station on
February 20th--

Your Honor, I move to suppress
this testimony.

- What? On what grounds?
- The test is invalid.

That is ridiculous.

Judge Green: My chambers, counsel.

Now.

So what are you trying
to pull here, Felix?

I want the breathalyzer
results excluded.

Opposed! His client blew

a B.A.C of point one nine.

Sifuentes: That is over twice
the legal limit.

The records at
Rampart Division

show that one hundred and
sixty-one

previous tests were performed

on the machine
used to test my client.

Now, state law requires that
machines be checked

and recalibrated
after 150 tests.

So, what? That is
a minor technicality.

It goes to weight of
evidence, not admissibility.

I'm not finished.
The machine at Rampart

is a computerized breathalyzer.

And computerized machines
have not been approved

by the Department of
Transportation as accurate.

So let him challenge
with expert testimony.

But the test results
should not be excluded.

Mr. Sifuentes, can you prove
that machine was accurate?

[scoffs] Of course not. There's
no way that I could prove that.

Well, then I have to
agree with Mr. Echeverria.

Wait-- wait, wait a minute.

Your Honor,
y-- you can't do this.

You are excluding the
proof that he was drunk.

Look, as far as I'm concerned,
if that machine

had never been approved or
certified accurate,

then it's not a minor point.

Judge Green: Motion granted,
the jury will hear no testimony

concerning the defendant's
blood alcohol content.

Well, then I move
for a stay to appeal.

- Denied.
Sifuentes: Damn it, Judge!

This cripples my case,
you have to reconsider.

You get yourself under
control, Mr. Sifuentes.

I have made my ruling.

Judge Green:
This discussion is over.

[door opens]

[door slams shut]

Kittredge: So, you agree,
Ms. Keller,

that Sergio designs virtually

resurrected Uta Keller, Inc.?

He helped. That's why I agreed

all the ads and labels
should read

"Sergio for Uta of California."

Now he's trying to
sabotage our fragrance.

[scoffs] "Our" fragrance?

Yes, "ours", Sergio.

Meaning Sergio
developed and designed

the fragrance, and you were
supposed to market it?

I'm aware he thinks
my advertising budget

for "Illicit" is inadequate.

Didn't you also
agree to manufacture

a line of lingerie
designed by Sergio?

Keller:
That line is unacceptable!

The Uta woman is bold
but she is not provocative.

The line was too... extroverted.

Uta Keller is for the woman
confident in her sensuality,

who chooses the
quieter garments.

In what she
shows to the world!

But lingerie is
the secret life.

Who's to guess what a woman's
choice of lingerie might be?

Sergio, please--

This woman is a stranger to me,

but I can only wonder
what is under her clothes.

Sergio: Maybe it's not what we
see on the outside at all.

Keller: I don't speak
for just any woman.

No offense, darling.

I only addressed
the Uta woman!

And I require my
designers do the same.

So you exert considerable
control over your design.

I would be a poor Chief
Executive if I did not.

Does that control extend to
your employees personal lives?

I fail to see the relevance
of this line of questioning.

Kittredge: Then let me bring
you up to date.

This morning we amended
our complaint

to include a charge of sexual
harassment in the workplace.

Klein: Now, wait a minute.
Where did this come from?

There is no proof of a
sexual relationship here.

They don't need proof, dear.

- I admit it!
- Uta, please!

The Uta woman does not
apologize for her appetites!

Let's take a break, shall we?

Kittredge: As your employee,

wasn't my client manipulated

into accepting a certain
arrangement?

- Don't answer that.
Keller: What!

I manipulated him into
six months of healthy abandon?

Kittredge: And when he ended it,

didn't you refuse to accept

or market his design?

He ended it?

I, I, I, I ended it

when I realized his
passion was nothing but--

We're terminating this right
now. Thank you very much.

My passion could not
withstand your jealousy!

Jealousy?
Oh-la-la-la-la-la la!

You were threatened by
"Illicit"!

You keep saying
the bottle is too erect!

It is a fragrance for women.

The erection is a
monument to women.

Yes, I'm sure it is.
Thank you very much.

- Goodbye.
- No, no, no, no, no. Basta!

Basta!

Your standard textbook case.

[whirring]

Benny, there's a problem--

Benny's in the john.

But if it's about the watch
for your son's birthday,

Rox already told him.

He's gonna take it back tomorrow

to get the engraving fixed.

What do you do--

What are you doing here?

American history.
The War of 1812.

- Don't be smart, young man.
- Nice watch!

Don't let your kid
wear it to school,

if he wants to hang on to it.

[lid closes]

[scoffs]

Brackman: Roxanne.

Echeverria: Mr. Boyd,
are you an alcoholic?

Yes. I'm in recovery now,
I haven't had a drink

since the night of the accident.

But at the time you
were still drinking...

a fifth or more of alcohol
a day, isn't that right?

Yes. I did for several years.

Echeverria:
So, you had a high tolerance?

Sifuentes: Objection. Mr. Boyd

is not an expert or a doctor.

Judge Green: Overruled.
Witness my answer.

Boyd: I-- I did have a
high tolerance.

So even though you had several

drinks on the night
of the accident,

you didn't think
yourself impaired?

Boyd: No. When I got in
my truck, I was feeling okay.

- Were you angry?
Boyd: I-- I was upset.

And I won't deny that.

My girlfriend had
just moved out.

But it was more pain than anger.

Mr. Boyd, did you set out
to hurt somebody

when you got behind the wheel?

No.

I-- I was thinking
about my problems,

not about my driving.

Boyd: But I didn't mean to
hurt anybody.

Did you intend to kill
Charles Sifuentes?

No.

I didn't even s-- see him until
he pulled out in front of me.

Boyd: I'm sorry it happened.

He's dead. Uh...

I'll carry that with me
for the rest of my life.

Echeverria: Thank you.
Nothing further.

You're sorry?

So, you admit Mr. Sifuentes'
death was your fault?

- Objection.
Boyd: It was an accident.

- It was a terrible accident.
- But you caused it.

Asked and answered, your Honor.

Sustained.

The night of the accident,
you were at

Kelly's Bar and Grill
from 6 p.m. until 7:10.

Sifuentes: Right?
- Yes.

Sifuentes: How many drinks did
you have during that time?

I wasn't counting.

According to the bartender,
you had two boilermakers.

That's beer chased
with shots of bourbon

and then four
straight bourbon shooters.

Sifuentes: Is that true?
- I guess so.

Eight ounces of liquor in
a little more than an hour.

- You didn't feel drunk?
- No.

Before this accident, were you

ever arrested for
drunk driving?

Objection. Irrelevant
and prejudicial.

Goes to the knowledge
of the dangers

of drinking and driving.

Overruled.

I had two DUIs

and I got probation both times.

But the second time,
the other driver was injured.

Wasn't he? His leg
was severely fractured.

Yes.

Did you feel drunk
when you got into

your vehicle before
that accident?

No.

Sifuentes: And after that
accident,

after having injured someone,

you continued to
drink and drive,

as you did on the night you
hit Mr. Sifuentes, right?

Like I said,
when I left the bar...

- I didn't feel drunk.
- Yeah.

At the time of the accident,
where were you going?

- Home.
- On downtown surface streets?

You live in the San
Fernando Valley.

I was lost.

Maybe you're just cruising
around looking for a fight.

- Objection. Argumentative.
- I'll rephrase.

You weren't just
angry, were you?

You were furious at your
girlfriend,

at the bartender who wouldn't
serve you more liquor.

You threatened to beat him up.

- Didn't you?
- I'm a big talker.

- I never would have done that.
- Come on.

You wanted to make somebody...

- Feel as bad as you did.
- Objection, argumentative.

Boyd: That's not true!
- Sustained.

The only person I
wanted to hurt was myself.

So when you got in your truck,
you were out to kill yourself,

and you didn't
care who you took with you.

I wasn't thinking.

Because you were
too drunk, right?

Because you were in too
much of a rage.

- Echeverria: Objection.
- Sustained

- Watch yourself, Counsel.
- Truth is, you were so drunk...

And so angry that it didn't

matter to you if innocent--

He's badgering, Your Honor!

You didn't care, did you?!

You just wanted someone to die!

Echeverria: Move to strike!

Mr. Sifuentes, that is enough!

I'm done here.

[indistinct whispering]

[instrumental music]

Sergio called again. Now, Cable
News wants to do a piece.

As long as he doesn't
comment directly on the case.

Did you review the contract?

Yes. And I don't think
you'll win an injunction.

The contract protects her.
She wasn't in breach.

Lucky for us, there's a
question of harassment.

Lucky for Sergio,
he's got a lawyer

who can manipulate
the situation.

I didn't fabricate that she
had sex with her employee.

No, but you're calling it
harassment when anyone

with two eyes can see that
man is a consenting adult.

He was her protege...

at the mercy of her whims.

I can make that argument.

Yes, you can.

But it isn't true.

You're exploiting the law
to prop up a weak case.

It's called developing a
strategy.

And you don't care what
really happened between them.

My job is to
represent my client.

It's naive to think
that what really happened

is necessarily
useful in that pursuit.

So, wanting to know
the truth is naive?

The truth is only
pertinent up to a point.

Then it's a matter
of amateur curiosity.

You know, I really appreciate

you letting me look
over your shoulder...

but there is a lot

I don't want to
learn from you.

[door opens]

Okay, here's the proposal.
[door closes]

Billy Boyd's parents have
$110,000 equity in the house.

They're willing to refinance.
Give you forty.

No.

Come on, Victor.

They don't have to do anything.

- They're just trying to help.
- Fine.

You tell them not to,

because I'm not walking away.

For God's sake, you
might not even win.

And even if you do,
Billy Boyd's uninsured,

there's nothing to collect on.

Then I will get my judgment,

and I'll just wait.
He gets a job,

he makes any kind of money,
I'll attach his wages.

If I have to get it from him
nickel by nickel,

I'm gonna do it.
When we're both dead,

my lawyers'll still be
chasing his relatives!

- I don't care.
- Listen to yourself.

No, listen to you, Felix!

You're expecting me to settle
for forty thousand.

My brother was
mangled in that car!

We're supposed to be friends.

I'm not talking to
next of kin here.

I am talking to
opposing counsel.

And you rejecting that
offer is malpractice.

Well, then you just
report me to the bar.

No, I'm going to do
more than that, Victor.

You want it to be
in the middle here,

I'll put you in the middle.

I'm calling you as
my next witness.

That's right. Your parents
waived conflict of interest

at the pretrial. So get yourself
ready to testify, counsel,

because you're
going on the stand.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Hi-ya!

- What's up?
- I think you know.

Douglas.

Sam.

Mr. Brackman has a problem.

[door closes]
And, uh...

he thinks it's 'cause of you.

Did you see the watch that

Mr. Brackman was
giving to his son?

Yeah. He brought
it in here yesterday.

Are you saying you
didn't go into my office?

I was looking at your fish, man.

I didn't even touch
your crummy watch.

[slam]

I didn't even see it in there!

Roxanne: Sam, settle down.

Nobody's accusing you.

We were hoping you might
know something about it.

We were hoping you'd
own up to what happened.

Benny: Sam, if you
know anything,

you have to tell us now.

Now look-- look at me
and tell the truth.

I didn't take his watch.

I don't know nothing about it.

See, I told you.

Stay out of my
office in the future.

Roxanne: I'll talk to the
custodial staff.

You'll be wasting your breath.

[indistinct chatter]

- All finished?
Sergio: Oh, finally.

But I'm well prepared
for my deposition.

And I'm starving.

Oh, it's late for lunch, but
maybe I can still get you

something from
the deli downstairs.

- Is that one of mine?
- Sorry?

Oh, no, I see.
It's a... knock off.

Not a bad one. Do you mind?

Of... course. [tuts] Oh.

They imitate me
better than anyone.

Your-- yours was
silk gabardine.

Mm.

An early homage
to the Uta silhouette.

[sighs] She thought the cut was
too playful for business.

But that was before I showed Uta

how much fun business could be.

It's probably the
kind of comment

you won't want to
make in your deposition.

She's right.

That's what I've
been telling you.

Your humor could
be misconstrued

to imply you took an active
role in romancing Miss Keller.

Ah. [snaps] Pfft!

Right! [chuckles]

You want to call the deli?

I-- I would rather go
out... if you will join me.

I know he's a slave driver,
but, you must get a lunch hour.

Well, I do, I do. But I--

Let's get out of here. Hm?

Okay. I'd like that.

Excuse me.

No, no, no, no, no. You think
only the woman is vulnerable?

[scoffs]

Well...

When I love...

[soft music]

[sighs]

It is as if my soul
were drawn out of me,

and he's lost, circling her.

Stalking her.

[chuckles]

You are too American.

Number one, who
wants to always be...

on top?

[chuckling]

It is no fun if you

can never throw back

your arms and surrender!

- Am I right?
- I can't remember.

Gwen, if a woman like you

is not falling in love often,

she's fighting it.

Close your eyes, please.

[unzips]

Sergio:
A language without words.

This is why I love
working with fragrance.

It is part essence,

part song.

- It's wonderful. "Illicit?"
- Hm.

[shushing]

Ahhh. Zut!

One simple rule and you
choose to flaunt it here!

- Uta--
Keller: No other women.

Uta, please.

This is my attorney's
assistant, remember?

Sergio: Ms. Taylor?

Oh, yes. Hello.

I think we should avoid
an ex parte conversation.

Why am I smelling this?

Smell what?

Betrayal.

Uta!

Hm?

Uta!

[indistinct chatter]

I'm very sorry for your
loss, Mr. Sifuentes.

After your brother's condition
stabilized at the hospital,

what did his doctors
tell you and your family?

The doctors said...

that the left side of Charlie's
brain had been destroyed.

He was in a coma.

The doctor said he could come

out of this coma, did they not?

With a quality of life

no better than a dog's.

He would be paralyzed.

Sifuentes: He would never be
able to

speak or understand language.

Echeverria: Did they say that he
was brain dead?

You see that?

- That is a legal term.
- Excuse me, sir.

That's a medical term
that the law recognizes.

Echeverria: Medically, your
brother's brain was not dead.

The neurologist on the
case agreed with me.

And he said that the quality of
Charlie's life would be--

The neurologist
acknowledge life...

at whatever quality.

And the hospital so recognized
that Charlie was living,

that they refused to disconnect
him from the respirator.

- And you fought them!
- Yes, I did.

Echeverria: You went into
court with a lawyer,

you advocated that
Charlie's life should end.

You obtained a
court order mandating

that the plug be pulled, and
you went back to the hospital

and you executed it,
didn't you, Mr. Sifuentes?

Charlie's life was over.

He ended it the night
he crushed his skull.

- No, you ended it.
- You son of a bit--

- Alright, alright.
- This is your lawsuit, Victor.

You're pushing the ball here.

I am here because that

drunken bastard over there

let my brother lay
like a vegetable!

Judge Green: That's enough.

How many days
did you wait, Victor?

There is anecdotal evidence of

people coming
out of these comas.

Miracles are happening.

How many days did you wait?

Two days. Three days?

Did you give your
brother a week?

I was not going to sit around

and watch my brother
lay there like that.

So, then, whose suffering
were you ending, Victor?

Charlie's or yours?

Judge Green:
Mr. Sifuentes, sit down.

Sit down, now.

[clears throat]

I've known you for
a long time, Victor.

I've never met a lawyer
that I respect more

both personally and
professionally, but...

Personally and professionally...

- You're messed up here.
- Argumentative.

Now, Your Honor, I ask
that counsel ask questions.

Sustained.

Okay, here's a question.

After your wife Grace

had the miscarriage
several months ago...

didn't you say in a
hospital waiting room...

that this was God's
punishment to you for Charlie?

[scoffs]

I had just lost my son

and I was barely
holding on at that point.

Echeverria: But you said it.

Now, tell me.

If you think God
would punish you,

doesn't that mean you
blame yourself some?

I have nothing further.

[indistinct chatter]

[door opens]

[sniffling]

Sam?

Are you sick?

Sort of.

[grunting]

Oh.

[sighs]

Oh, Sam!

I guess I screwed up, huh?

Yeah.

This is bad.

Why did you do that?

I dunno.
Brackman is such a jerk!

Mr. Brackman. And that's...

not nice to say.

And that doesn't make
stealing okay.

I believed you.

I already have my stuff
packed to go back to McClarren.

You're gonna leave?

Aren't you gonna make me?

Benny: No.

You did something bad,

but now you're doing
something good.

You came and you told me.

That doesn't fix anything.

You still gotta take
it back to Brackman--

Mr. Brackman, and tell
him what really happened.

No...

I don't.

[upbeat music]

Gwen: Of course,
I don't know for sure,

but it would explain
a lot, don't you think?

I think you have an
overactive imagination.

Just because she may
still in love with him--

But what if it's
more than that--

Gwen, please stop
wasting my time!

Are you being like this
because I went out with him?

I'm being like this

because I'm running late!

[sighs] And because if you
must know, you were right.

Working with Sergio yesterday,
it became fairly clear

that his claim of
harassment is shaky.

So now I have a client
who's a loose cannon

with an unsubstantiated
claim about to be deposed.

But, if I'm right, then the
deposition doesn't matter.

Gwen, we'll need coffee.

And that's all I could
say for myself because

I don't have any excuse.

I knew better.

And I want to apologize
to Roxanne, too, 'cause...

you did all those
nice things for me and...

I go and do something like this.

Your apology is
accepted, young man.

As Benny told you, a theft is a
serious transgression,

and lying... is worse.

But it isn't easy to come
forward and own up to mistakes.

I respect that.

- Thank you, Douglas.
Brackman: Don't mention it.

This is just a taste of the
difficulties

of being a parent, Benny.

You should feel good about
how well you handled this.

I don't. I still feel bad.

Nonsense. Let it go.

- No hard feelings, Samuel?
- Nah.

We're cool, Mr. Brackman.

Klein: So you understood
when you signed your contract

that Ms. Keller would not market

every whim that
crossed your mind?

"Illicit" is not a whim.

It took years of hard
work to create.

Morning.

Klein: But didn't you wait until

the campaign had been launched

before you complained?

Sergio: The first plans
had been scaled back

without my knowledge.

The bottle was... too small.

[giggling]

I beg your pardon?

Oh, sorry.

Klein: And when did that happen?

[scoffs] I can't
recall the exact date.

And you allege that suddenly,
for no reason at all,

Ms. Keller
stopped talking to you?

Gwen: Well, not for no reason.

Tell him about how
jealous she gets.

Gwen, what is this?

Oh, come on. She knows.

I know. She knows I know.

- What did you tell her?
- I told her nothing.

Sergio, you told me
the whole plan!

Let's go off the record.

What's going on here?

- What did you tell her?
- Nothing.

I swear to you, Uta,
this girl is crazy.

Gwen: Come on. Another woman
will add spice to the story.

It'll make the plan even better.

No, it's the end of the plan.

Klein: What plans?
Kitteredge: What plans?

- It was her plan.
- There is no plan.

You just said there was.

Alright, what the
hell's going on?

Nothing is going on.

I'm stopping it right here.

I won't participate in this

charade another minute.

Keller: You spoiled it, Sergio!

The Uta Keller woman
never plays the victim.

Don't tell me I'm hearing that

we've all been
involved in a fraud.

Not a fraud. An ad campaign.

- Is this true?
- You did tell her.

I did not tell her.
Why should I tell her?

- It was all your idea.
- I had to do something.

Your expenses
were bankrupting me.

I assure you, Miss Keller,
his expenses will be nothing

compared to the sanctions for
perpetrating

a fraud on the court.

That's it.
I'm out of business.

I warned you. Hm?

Frank, so far, the court's

involvement has been minimal--

Kittredge: Thank you,
Ms. Taylor!

I think Mr. Klein
and I can handle this!

[door opens]

Mr. Sifuentes?

There is no real...

issue of liability here.

It is clear whose
fault this is.

Charles Sifuentes is dead...

because of the
willful or negligent

act of the defendant.

This trial isn't about that.

This trial is about
compensation for loss.

For pain.

[clears throat] Uh...

I...

Uh, they always say time heals.

Give it time.

In time, things will be okay.

Sifuentes: Sometimes time
does nothing but uh...

ferment... and it makes
the pain more malignant.

The hurt just...

it just can grow inside
you like a cancer until you...

Well, it can be so preemptive
that you can't function.

You can't love.

You can't be there for anybody

[voice breaking] because all you
have to offer is anger.

And that anger
turns to hatred.

And instead of
trying to get rid of it,

you cling to it because
somehow you feel less a victim

if you can be active,
if you can hate.

I hate you so much.

Judge Green: Mr. Sifuentes.

And yes, maybe I hate myself.

[Sifuesntes sniffles]
Maybe I blame myself.

[clears throat]

But I know one thing.

Charlie wouldn't
want to live like that.

He was strong. [sniffles]

He was proud.

They had taken away his life.

He didn't deserve to
lose his dignity as well.

Your Honor,
may we have a recess?

[clears throat]
Till tomorrow.

Judge Green:
The jury is excused.

[intense music]

[instrumental music]

Look...

there is nothing I hate more

than being made a fool of.

And I don't handle it
very well when I am.

I owe you a thank you.

If I felt like
an idiot in that deposition,

I hate to think what
I'd have felt like

if that rubbish
had come to trial.

You weren't an idiot.

Someone else just
had a better strategy than you.

Thank you for
pointing that out.

You're welcome.

Well...

I guess you've got your car.

Yeah.

And it is kind of late.

Are you asking me out?

We could go to the Santa Monica
Pier and rent tackle and fish

all night and tell each other
how we ended up

at McKenzie Brackman.

I thought you didn't
like office flirtations.

We're not in the office.

What was that?

I don't like you making
all the first moves.

[door bell rings]

[door opening]

Hi.

Come on in. Come on in.

I'm glad you're here.

I was worried about you.

[door closes]
Sit down.

[sighs]

I, uh, settled the case.

Good.

Yeah.

Do you want something to drink?

Sifuentes: Grace, I'm sorry.

For the baby and...

for not being there...

for you.

I wasn't there for you either.

Can you forgive me?

Always.

Sifuentes: Look,
I know-- I know, I...

I've got things to work out.

[scoffs]

I've-- I've got all this...

stuff to deal with.

But, Grace,

our marriage...

Do you want to try again?

Sifuentes: I don't know.

I don't want to lose you.

But I'm not ready right now.

I love you.

[sighs]

But I have to go
on with my life.

So do you.

Yeah.

Oh, stay.

Um...

we'll talk, right?

Sure.

[melancholic music]

[door opens]

I do love you, Grace.

[door closes]

I know.

[theme music]