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Ms. Flanagan,
you can't imagine the damage

you've already done
to your father.

You haven't seen anything.

Wait till I talk to the press.

If you do, we won't settle.
We'll sue you for slander.

Don't threaten us, Ms. Hauber.

You want to file a claim,
file it.

Charles: Both of you, please.

This is precisely
the type of confrontation

we have to avoid.

Something far more serious
is at stake here.

Our wonderful family?

- You're damn right!
- Chris, stop it.

No, I want to know.

- How can you do this to him?
- He raped me.

He raped Colleen.

Why do you think
she killed herself?

He is not the man
you think he is.

Your child is living
in that house.

- Get her out of there!
Charles: Margaret,

what's happened to you?

Don't you have any feelings
left for me at all?

I despise you.

You made me feel ugly
and dirty.

Vivian: Margaret,
please let us help you.

Your father is so hurt by this.

All I want is for us
to be a family again.

Ms. Flanagan,
your father is prepared

to pick up the total cost

of your psychiatric care,
whatever the amount.

- It's not enough.
- Is it money?

Is that what you want?

I want you to say the words,
I raped my daughters.

Vivian: Oh, God.
- This meeting is over.

I want you to have
the nightmares.

I want you to feel the
humiliation and the shame!

- Margaret--
- I want you to feel the pain!

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Did everyone see
the morning paper?

Who has time to read the paper?

Frank Kittredge
on the front page.

Margaret Flanagan's suit
against her father.

Frank's representing her.
The trial starts today.

I happen to know
Charles Flanagan.

I've served on
several committees with him.

I find it impossible to believe
he committed the, uh,

the acts she's accused him of.

- Tough one to prove.
- Incest usually is.

But here we're talking about
three decades ago,

- And depressed memory.
- I'll say one thing.

It explains a lot
about Margaret Flanagan.

- What did you say?
- Oh, yeah.

Assuming it really happened.

Let's move along, Douglas.

Gloria Lee vs. Meredith Tudor.

Arbitrator is Leland McKenzie.

Gloria Lee? She's still alive?

She's my age, C.J.

Oh, sorry, my mother used
to use her cookbooks,

for
"Authentic American Cuisine."

But that was ages ago.

Ms. Lee is accusing Ms. Tudor

of stealing recipes
for her new cookbook.

This cookbook is expected
to sell millions of copies.

Ms. Lee's claim
is trade secret theft.

She says that Ms. Tudor
planted a spy

in her test kitchen.

- What does she want?
Leland: Credit in the book.

Part of the royalties.

They've opted for arbitration

because they need
a quick decision.

Ms. Tudor can't go to press
until this is resolved.

And speaking of food,

I think Leland deserves
a big round of applause.

Today is Day Seven
of his Slim Quick diet,

and he's lost...

- Uh, five pounds.
- Hey!

Way to go, Leland. Great!

Well done! Bravo!

And on that note,
we're adjourned.

Jonathan: Dad?

I hope you weren't waiting
too long.

Son.

You look great.

- Thank you.
- How was your flight?

Bumpy.
Your mother's lying down.

- She'll meet us for lunch.
- Good, good.

I'm not interrupting
your day, am I?

No, no, no! I had a court date
canceled this morning, anyway.

You have a legal problem,
I'm at your service.

That's what I do.

[laughter]

So, Econodyne Corporation
approached you about the job.

They do consulting work
for former East Bloc countries.

I had been thinking about
leaving teaching,

so the timing was perfect.

Dad, do you have any proof
that their failure

to hire you
was racially motivated?

Not really.

But they've got a bad record
for hiring minorities.

Didn't you tell me there was
a Vice President on your side?

- Dick Williamson.
- Right, right.

The only black executive
at Econodyne.

He's on
the personnel committee.

If anyone knows where
the bodies are buried,

it's him.

The question is,
will he tell us?

I guess all that money spent
for law-school was worth it.

[sighs] Dad,

if I'm gonna be your attorney

I also have a duty to tell you

if I think you have no case.
Agreed?

- Oh, absolutely.
- Alright.

But one way or another...
send me a bill.

- It's not necessary.
- Jonathan.

I taught economics
for 25 years.

No son of mine is going
to give away his talent.

My cookbooks were a Bible
in every kitchen in America--

- Ladies--
Meredith: Cooking isn't about

measuring cups
and ingredients any more.

It's about
the total dining experience--

You were always one
for a shortcut

but I never thought you'd stoop
to stealing my recipes.

- They're not recipes!
- Alright! That's enough.

And. What is that?

[sighs]
Origami.

It relaxes me.

- Oh, Mr. Venturelli?
- I'm finished.

Well, we've obviously reached
an impasse.

Ms. Lee,
you can't produce that "spy",

Ms. Tudor, you can't explain
why your recipes

are so strikingly similar
to Ms. Lee's.

I had hoped that we could reach

some sort of compromise here,

but I-- I don't know.

- How about a cook-off?
Meredith: A cook-off?

Didn't those go out
with quilting bees?

Now, what would that
accomplish, Ms. Lee?

There are 16 recipes
in dispute.

We each cook our own version,

and then see if there's
any significant difference.

If there isn't,

that proves she's a thief.

Oh, well.
Who would do the tasting?

- You would.
- Oh! Oh, no, no.

That would be highly irregular,

and I'm really not qualified
for that.

You eat, don't you?

And you're the one
who's arbitrating this case.

[scoffs]

Would you agree
to a cook-off, Ms. Tudor?

Why not? My recipes are unique.

Alright. Bring the food in
on Thursday.

But only very small portions.

Margaret: It was the summer
my sister Colleen died.

We were all in shock

and my father decided
it would be good for us

if we all went away
to Lake Arrowhead.

We had been there about a week
and my father announced

that he was taking me fishing.

- I was terrified.
- Why?

My earliest memories
of my father

are at night in the bedroom
I shared with my sister.

He would tuck us in.

I'd fall sleep

and wake up to hear
Colleen crying.

He was forcing her
to have sex with him.

Objection! No foundation.

Overruled.

Frank: Margaret, what happened

when your father
took you fishing?

We went out on our boat,
to the far side of the lake,

[sighs] and he asked me

why I was so sad.

He said he wanted me
to be happy.

He started to tickle me,

and for a moment,
I thought maybe I was wrong.

That nothing bad
was going to happen.

- And then?
- I was laughing.

And suddenly things changed.

The way he was touching me
was different.

I tried to get away,
but he grabbed me.

He was fumbling
with the front of his pants.

What happened, Margaret?

He pushed me down
on my knees.

He put his hands
on the back of my head,

and pulled me towards him.

[exhales]

I couldn't breathe.

I hit him,
but he just pressed harder.

He forced you to perform
oral sex on him?

Yes.

Was that the only time
your father

sexually abused you?

No, that night he came into

my room
and kissed me good night.

He said if I told anyone
about what we did,

he'd kill me.

And he put
a pillow over my face,

he pried my legs apart
and he raped me!

How old were you, Margaret?

I was 8 years old!

Despite his threats,
did you ever say anything?

To anyone?

I tried to tell my mother.

But I was so young
I didn't know the words.

I told her that
he'd been mean to me,

the way he'd been mean
to Colleen.

She said I was wrong...

that my father loved me.

Frank: But the abuse continued?

Margaret: Yes. For years.

But prior to December
of last year,

you had no memory whatsoever
of any of this taking place?

My father did terrible things.

Blocking it out was
the only way I survived.

Until recently, my childhood
was a complete blank.

Thank you.
No further questions.

I'm sorry, Ms. Flanagan,

but I find that very hard
to believe.

That for 30 years you had
no memory of any of this?

I was 8 years old.
My father was raping

and sodomizing me
on a regular basis.

Then suddenly, two months ago
it all came back to you?

No, Ms. Hauber,
I struggled for nearly a year,

to understand why I kept
hearing the sound

of my sister crying.

When the truth finally began
to surface,

it came in pieces...

horrible images.

Susan: Are you still
experiencing

flashbacks about your father?

Yes.

Well, I'm a little
uncomfortable, Ms. Flanagan,

and I'm sure the jury is, too--

Objection!

Condemning a man based
on evidence

that's constantly evolving.

Save it for the closing,
Counselor.

I am the victim here,
not my father.

Your father is a respected
member of this community,

Objection!
That is completely irrelevant.

Other prominent men
have committed incest!

Sustained.

I am telling the truth.

Isn't it also true
Miss Flanagan,

that you accused
your ex-husband

of threatening you physically

and that you tried to obtain

a restraining order
against him?

My marriage was ending.

We were having terrible fights.

Did your husband ever,
in fact, abuse you?

I was afraid that he would.

Yes or no, please.

Did your husband
ever physically abuse you?

No.

Ms. Flanagan,

two weeks after your divorce,

weren't you hospitalized

in the psychiatric unit
of Brentwood Hospital?

I was there for less than
a week.

I was emotionally exhausted--

Wasn't it more serious
than that?

Hadn't you locked yourself
in your apartment

and refused to eat?

You must understand.

I was under a lot of stress.

I do understand, Ms. Flanagan.

You were emotionally disturbed

and made wild accusations
with no basis in truth.

Objection!

And you're doing
the same thing now, aren't you?

Objection! Move to strike!

Withdrawn. Nothing further.

Mr. Williamson,
how many other people

did the personnel committee
approach?

We narrowed it to a field
of ten, of which,

in my opinion, your father
was the most qualified.

Yeah, but he wasn't hired.

Your father's reputation,
as distinguished as it is,

was made in supply side,

and upper management felt
that we needed someone,

quote, "More in touch with

current world economies,"
unquote.

That's absurd.

And in the last three years

you're the only black hired
in an executive position there?

Look, attitudes are changing.

Maybe not fast enough
to suit you and me,

but companies like this
need time.

That's an excuse.

Now if we can show
their reasons for rejecting

black applicants
are just pretext or--

Impossible.
Now, it's been tried.

Econodyne's rejections
are always plausible enough

to deflect charges of bias.

They strung me along
for six months,

making it seem like I was
a shoe-in.

When the University
pressured me to decide

whether I was staying
on or not,

I took the chance on Econodyne.

Professor Rollins,
I know how you feel.

I mean,
I'm in the trenches over there.

I fight this stuff every day.

But a lawsuit isn't gonna
get you anywhere.

- You can't win.
- We might, with your help.

If I could, I would--

but I'd lose my job.

I mean,
even this meeting was risky.

I'm sorry.

Take my advice.
Just get on with your life.

It was nice meeting you both.

Yeah. Thank you.

[sighs] Well, can you go
back to Minnesota?

No, the department had
a replacement lined up,

that's why they put my feet
to the fire.

Besides, your mother says

she could live
the rest of her life

without seeing another
snow-tire.

She really wants to come home
to California.

You know, dad,
if you go ahead with this,

they're sure to bring up
your politics.

You're on record
against affirmative action.

How do you think
that's gonna sound in court?

Jonathan, I don't oppose
real affirmative action.

I do oppose preferential hiring
on the basis of race,

which is exactly what this is.

Okay.

Let me see what else
I can turn upon Econodyne.

In the meantime,

Zoey and I will see you tonight
for dinner.

Absolutely!

I'm looking forward
to meeting her.

What about Mom?

I'm looking forward
to that, too.

[knock on door]

Come in.

Ah! I knew you were a man
who lunched at his desk.

Ms. Tudor, I'm afraid
I cannot meet

with you unless Ms. Lee
and the attorneys are present.

Oh, but this has nothing
to do with the case.

None of these recipes
are in dispute.

I just had this
overwhelming urge to feed you.

Well, I appreciate that,

but you see I have to be
concerned about

how this appears...

Oh, you poor man,

you look like you're
starving to death!

No, no, I'm fine.

I'm not hungry. No.
I'm not not hungry at all.

I think presentation
is everything, don't you?

Oh.

The true artistry in cooking

is creating an experience
for all the senses.

Ms. Tudor,
this is entirely improper.

I'm going to take a short walk.

When I come back,
I want you out of my office.

Dr. Naiman: Unable to prevent
the abuse,

Margaret found another way
to escape.

She separated her mind

from what was happening
to her body.

- She disassociated?
- Yes.

The memories continued
to exist,

but they were deeply buried.

And this led to
the form of amnesia

that Margaret experienced?

Incest survivors often lose
years of their lives.

Doctor, what causes
these memories to return?

Oh, a dream,
the sound of a laugh,

a certain smell.
Every patient's different.

Frank: And in Ms. Flanagan's
case?

Dr. Naiman: Well, the occasion
was her father's 70th birthday.

The family was going up
to their home on Lake Arrowhead.

When Margaret was asked
to join them,

she began to experience
an overwhelming terror

she couldn't explain.

And it was at this point

that she became your patient?

Yes and as the memories
began to surface,

the reason for Margaret's panic
became evident.

She had been sexually abused

by her father
throughout her childhood.

And you concluded this
based solely

on Margaret's repressed memory?

Well, her recollections
were very specific

and highly detailed.

Her teachers noted
a distinct personality change

between the second
and third grade.

A previously happy child
became depressed and withdrawn.

Dr. Naiman, is it unusual

for a child to have
this sort of experience

and tell no one?

A child in an abusive situation

sees herself
as completely trapped.

She's convinced
the abusive parent

will be believed, not her.

So there is no doubt
in your mind

that Margaret Flanagan
was the victim

of sexual abuse by her father?

I am certain
Margaret Flanagan was a victim

and is a survivor of incest.

Jonathan: Thank you, Doctor.

Doctor, when Ms. Flanagan
came to you,

was she claiming she'd been
abused by her father?

- No.
- Who first mentioned incest?

[sighs] Look,

Margaret Flanagan
was depressed.

She had difficulty
with intimate relationships.

She had an aversion
to being touched.

These are all symptoms that
are common to incest victims.

Symptoms that could have been
caused by a lot of things.

The question is,

who first raised
the subject of incest?

I guide my patients,
Ms. Hauber,

I don't force them--

People do fantasize about
incest, don't they?

Don't be little the problem.

We believe one in three women
in this country

has been abused as a child.

It's one in six boys.

Unproven statistics, doctor.

But they create
a climate of hysteria

in which innocent parents
like my client are victimized.

- Objection! Argumentative!
- Judge Cramer: Sustained.

How many patients
have you treated

where you diagnosed incest?

About sixty.

And in how many of those cases

did someone else confirm that
the incest actually happened?

About five or six.

But in this case, you don't have

any independent evidence

showing incest, do you?

It's likely
that incest occurred--

But you don't know
for sure, do you?

No, but in this situation--

Thank you, doctor.

No further questions.

Slim Quick a little rich
for you, Leland?

- I wish it were that simple.
- Something wrong?

Meredith Tudor
came to my office today,

trying to sway my decision
with food.

- That's terrible.
- Well, I threw her out.

But she left a meal that was...

[sighs]
it was delicious. I ate it.

- Oh.
- I gave into temptation.

I compromised my diet

my integrity
for the momentary comfort

of some herb bread
and bearnaise sauce.

I won't say it isn't serious,
Leland,

but it's not
the end of the world.

But it's not just
the food, Douglas.

First I'm sharing memories
of Ruth with a chimp,

then I'm kissing Grace
by the elevators,

and now this. I mean,
I just don't recognize myself.

It hasn't been
a easy year for you.

Losing Rosalind,

then Michael, then Victor...

and dieting--

dieting can make anyone
a little crazy.

- Yeah.
- Leland...

I love bearnaise sauce.

[sighs] It was good.

Do you like creme Brule ?

My favorite.

Oh, I shouldn't.

What?

There's no conflict of interest
for you, Douglas.

[sighs] Well,

maybe just one bite.

Mm.

So, you believe
in the death penalty?

In certain circumstances, yes.

But David Lee was insane.

David Lee knew what he did.

I can't tell you
I felt good about it.

But I would rather live
with David Lee's ghost

than the ghosts of
the two little girls he killed.

Well,
I can't fault you for that.

So, Zoey.

You think I have
a case against Econodyne?

Oh, isn't it amazing

how the first time
a black conservative

is denied something,
he suddenly decides

that discrimination
does exist, after all?

Jonathan: Mom--
- Edward: Sweetheart,

I already know
what you think of my case.

I was asking Zoey.

Right. Go ahead, Zoey.

Well, the law says

de facto discrimination
isn't usually enough.

You have to prove intent,
which will be hard.

I'll say.

But not impossible.

So how would you call it?

Hey, Mom, is this
a dinner or a moot court?

Sorry babe, you're not required

to give closing arguments
with dessert.

True. And there isn't
a good one anyway--

Damn it, Jessica,
I'm doing this for you.

You've got that standing offer
at McKay Carter,

we could both have
had jobs back here--

And we still can.

U.C. Irvine has always
wanted you.

Why do you have to work for
some faceless corporation,

especially one with a racist
hiring record like Econodyne's?

Edward: I'm
fifty-five years old,

what's wrong with a man wanting
a little success?

It's your definition of success
that's wrong!

You're already successful,
but you won't believe it.

My God, why does every one
in this family

want to be white?

Edward: Very good, Jessica.

Have you ever considered
a career in diplomacy?

I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have said that.

[instrumental music]

[knocking on door]

Come in.

[chuckles]

You look like
you're lying in state, man.

Parents.

I mean, I love' em,

but sometimes
they just make me man, crazy.

Whose parents don't?

I know. My mother is
a civil rights attorney.

She's worked with the A-C-L-U.

She lobbied
against Clarence Thomas

and Robert Bork.

My dad's a Republican
who voted for Reagan.

[sighs] What's up?

Yeah, I was wondering
if you could give me a hand.

I know, you've done
a lot of labor law,

I need someone who knows

the political landscape
at Econodyne.

Econodyne.

I might know someone
who knows someone.

Let me see what I can turn up.

That'd be great.

I'm from South Boston.

And when I came here,

my father used to call me
late at night,

bitchin' about everything going
on in the old neighborhood.

Drove me crazy.

Mr. De Lancie and his damn dog
that barked all night.

Mrs. Benedetti's
bratty grandsons.

Ernie Barger cheated him blind
at penny poker.

He died two years ago.

But every time the phone rings
late at night,

part of me hopes
it's my old man,

just calling to drive me crazy.

Charles: Margaret was never
a happy child.

She had few friends.

She suffered
what I now understand

were bouts depression.

Objection, this witness
lacks the qualifications

to make that diagnosis.

Your Honor,
one hardly needs a PhD.

to identify depression.

I agree with Ms. Hauber.
Go on.

Was she treated for this?

I'm sorry to say,
no, she was not.

Back then, taking a child
to a psychiatrist

was unthinkable.

We believed Margaret's problems

were caused by the death
of her sister,

and that, in time,
she'd out grow them.

Margaret and Colleen
were close?

Oh, they were inseparable.

To truly know Margaret,

you'd have
to have seen them together.

We should have realized
how devastating

Colleen's suicide was
for Margaret.

I made that mistake,
among others.

Could you elaborate?

I wasn't there enough

for my children, Ms. Hauber.

And when I was,
I was too demanding.

Especially of Margaret.

And why was that?

Oh, even at an early age

it was apparent
how bright she was.

I was determined that she
should maximize that potential.

And today, your daughter
is a highly respected attorney?

Yes,
but I'm afraid our relationship

paid the price.

I realize now that
the last thing she needed

was me pushing her.

Susan: Mr. Flanagan,
four years ago

Margaret cut off
all contact with her family.

Do you recall the reason?

Well, her marriage
had recently ended.

Margaret took it very badly.

She became hysterical.

She would call her mother
at all hours day and night.

and just, and just cry.

We urged her to get help.

And her response?

She stopped calling us.

We have neither seen

nor talked to Margaret until...

well, until all of this.

And contrary
to Margaret's testimony,

you never touched
your daughters?

No.

If anything, I was
not affectionate enough.

I can remember
the girls used to ask me

for back-rubs.

- That's a lie!
Judge Cramer: Ms. Flanagan...

You can't let him get away
with this!

- Margaret.
- Ms. Flanagan, I'm warning you.

That is not how it happened!

- Your Honor.
- Ms. Flanagan.

I begged you not to touch me!

Can't you see she needs help?

- Didn't you hear me?
- Judge: Ms. Flanagan, sit down.

Susan: Your Honor!
Judge: Mr. Kittredge.

Get your client under control

or I'm declaring a mistrial.

Please, someone ,help her!

[dramatic music]

Please!

Jessica! Hi.

Jonathan's gone to lunch.

I just stopped by
to say, hello.

Oh.

This isn't easy, is it?

Tell me about it.

Zoey, I like you.

You're a bright, strong woman.

And you obviously care
about Jonathan.

- But--
- You'd rather I were black.

The black family

is almost an endangered species
in this country.

Aren't we getting a little ahead
of ourselves here?

I mean, Jonathan and I haven't
even discussed marriage.

I've met some
of his other girl friends.

I haven't look at one,
the way he looks at you.

So doesn't that count
for something?

That we love each other?

If that were all it took,

this would be a much
nicer world to live in.

But it's not.

If my parents said to me,

"Zo, Jonathan's a great guy,

he's kind and loving and smart,

and we'd be happy to have him
as your boyfriend

if he were white"
what would you call that?

This is not racism.

Racism is about oppression.

This would only be racism

if blacks could oppress
or exclude whites--

You're trying to exclude me

from Jonathan's life
on the basis of my race.

What's the difference?

I probably should be having
this talk with Jonathan.

You probably should.

[sighs]

Ladies and gentlemen.

Meredith: I hope we can
get through this quickly.

My brie's about to liquify.

Mr. Venturelli, as you may
or may not be aware

your client
visited me yesterday,

exparte,

offering me bribes
in the form of food.

Well, I got carried away.
I'm sorry.

I am embarrassed to say
that I could not

resist the temptation.

And since the food was,
well, technically,

it was evidence in this case,

and I feel
that I have no choice

other than to recluse myself
from these proceedings.

Well, what about my book?

If it doesn't go to press
by the end of the week,

I'll have to reschedule Oprah!

See, I have a list of other
arbitrators in this district

and I'm sure a speedy hearing
would be--

Look! I said I was sorry!

Why should I have to suffer

just because you couldn't
resist stuffing your face?

What kind of an arbitrator
are you anyway?

- Shut up, Meredith.
- Oh and you.

You've always resented
my success!

I resent your making cooking

into a competitive sport.

Well, if you can't take
the heat, Gloria--

- Oh!
- Ms. Lee!

- Gloria!
- Oh!

- Oh!
- Ms. Tudor!

Why you little--

- No.
- Oh!

Meredith.

I'll teach you to put a mole
in my kitchen!

Leland: Have you all
gone crazy?

- Oh!
- Meredith, don't.

Don't touch me, you idiot!

Leland: This is outrageous!

Hey! Stop that!

Stop that, ladies!
Stop it!

This is a legal proceeding!

Now put that down!
Put that down!

No, you don't!

Why you...

In college I dated
an Asian girl.

You didn't seem
so horrified then.

You didn't seem
so serious then.

Jonathan, I don't think
you've given enough thought

to how difficult
this is gonna be.

For you, for her,
for your children--

Jessica, for God's sake,

they're in love,
what else matters?

We're not even living together.

They don't have
the slightest idea

of the kind of anger
and bigotry they'll face--

No? Try going into a restaurant

where the matre'd tries to
escort you to a table for one,

because you couldn't possibly
be with a white woman.

Try just holding hands
on the street...

the dirty looks you get
from white folks and blacks.

especially black women!

Can you blame them?

They're tired of black men,

as soon as
they become successful,

marrying a white women

as another token
of their success?

Jonathan: Are you saying
that's what I'm doing?

Do you think Zoey's some kind
of status symbol to me?

Is that what you think?

Jonathan, look at your choices.

You went to
an Ivy League college.

You've joined
a lily- white downtown firm.

You bought a condo
in Brentwood,

and a Mercedes!

The only thing missing
was the right kind of woman.

You know, some mother's
would actually be proud

their son's accomplished
all that.

I'm not belittling
your achievement. It's just--

This isn't about Jonathan

dating a white woman.

It's about just
what you said, "Choices."

His were too much like mine.

That's what you're really
angry about.

Maybe I am.

- So?
- So! I'm not Dad.

He's right.

I wouldn't have risked
my career

taking on the LAPD like he did.

I wouldn't have had the nerve.

I don't think that's true.

Yes, it is.

I've taken the safe road
a lot of the time...

not all the time, but a lot.

Jessica,

just because he's
with McKenzie Brackman

and not the A.C.L.U.

doesn't make him any less
a fighter.

And just because he's dating
a white woman

doesn't make him
any less black.

I don't think that.

I just want him to think
about what he wants

and why he wants it.

That's all.

[exhales]

Andrew Parks copped a plea.

They've agreed to eight years.

What about Scribbs?

The judge denied
our request for bail.

He's O.R. Listen, we don't have
to finish this now.

I want to.

They said it was alright
if I waited for you.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Uh, no, stay.

This won't take long.

I already know
what she's gonna say.

What a wonderful man
my father is

and how I'm destroying him.

I didn't come here for that.

There's been so much talk about
Colleen in the courtroom.

I almost felt
like she was there

and these were hers.

I packed them away
the day we buried her.

And I want you to have them.

Just a few things...

a Girl Scout pin,
some books she loved--

Why didn't you tell me
you had this?

You and Chris were so young.

I thought we were doing
the right thing--

I'm sure it was easier
for you that way.

There hasn't been a day
I haven't thought of her.

Or you.

I love you, Margaret.

Do you know where I'd go
in my mind

when it would happen?

I was with you.

You would stroke my hair

and tell me
it would be alright.

I need you to believe me.

In June I will have been
married to your father

for 50 years.

That's most of my life.

And I'm doing the best I can.

I know.

[sighs]

[instrumental music]

Mr. Rollins, I don't know
what's to be gained by this.

I told you, I don't think
you can win his case--

Oh, you see,
we don't have to win.

Have a seat.

We're negotiating
a settlement with Econodyne,

and once they heard
what we had to say,

they were anxious
to avoid a lawsuit.

I don't understand.
I wasn't informed of this.

You will be.

We did a little research
on Econodyne, Mr. Williamson.

And when our source
took a straw poll

of the personnel committee,

it came out that
a majority of them at first

wanted to hire my father.

I was never approached
by anyone taking a poll.

That's right, because we assumed

you'd also favored his hiring--

except you didn't, did you?

- That's not so--
- Okay.

At first you supported him,
but as time went on

you found more and more reasons
not to hire him,

until you eventually tilted
the committee against him.

But the funny thing is,

that seems to have happened
to all the black applicants

during the three years

you've been on the committee,
my brother.

I don't have to listen to this.

You kept your job secure
by shooting down

every other minority applicant.

At Econodyne and the last
two companies you worked for.

You told this load of garbage
to upper management?

Oh, yeah.

And to the California

Department of Fair Employment.

Well, you wasted your time.

Econodyne will fight
any claim that you make.

No, they won't.

Once they heard our case,
they decided to make

a generous lump-sum payment
to my father,

to compensate him for his loss
of his teaching position

and any expenses
he may have incurred.

That should tide me over until
I can find something else.

It's a pretty grim job-market
out there,

which I have a feeling you're
about to discover first-hand.

[knocking on door]

Come in.

Ms. Lee.

I came by to apologize.

I've done a lot of things
with food in the last 40 years,

but this is the first time
I ever used it as a weapon.

I honestly don't know
what came over me.

Whatever it was,
it must have been contagious.

I'd like
to pay the cleaning bill.

I did start it, after all.

Well, that's very generous,

but it's as much my fault
as anyone.

I should have exhibited
more will power

when Ms. Tudor
brought me lunch.

Oh, it's all worked out
as far as I'm concerned.

Oh. I know Meredith.

She gets a little carried away

but she never forgets
her own best interests.

It didn't take much
to convince her

that missing
her publication date

would be worse than being
associated with a "has-been."

You don't really think
of yourself that way?

Ah. Not usually, no.

But I do feel
the time speeding by.

You know,
the first time that I voted

in a presidential election,

it was for Adlai Stevenson.

Oh.

And most of the people
in this office

only know Stevenson
through history books.

Like George Washington.

- I liked Ike.
- Oh. I know.

Mr. McKenzie,

I hope you won't think me
too forward,

but would you let me fix dinner
for you sometime?

Well,
right now I'm on this diet...

I make a mean baked halibut
with yogurt dill sauce.

Guaranteed low fat.

Well, it would be
my pleasure, Ms. Lee.

Gloria.

Gloria.
I'll bring the mineral water.

Frank: So you would
characterize yourself

as a loving but flawed father.

As I said, I've made my share
of mistakes with my children.

And that's why your daughter
says you raped her?

My daughter is disturbed.

Her delusions focus on me.

I think she'd say anything
at all to hurt me.

What about your daughter,
Colleen?

Do you in any way see yourself
as responsible for her suicide?

Charles: Any parent
would feel responsible

after a tragedy like that.

But if you're suggesting
that some aberrant behavior

on my part
drove her to her death--

I am not suggesting it.

Your other daughter
is saying it.

Your Honor, we have traveled
down this road numerous times

and always to the same place--

the word of his client
against the word of my client.

And the only person
who can shed light on the truth

- is dead.
- Mr. Kittredge,

I agree with Ms. Hauber.

Unless you have something new
to offer, please move on.

Your Honor, I wish
to enter into evidence

these documents
authenticating this book

as the diary
of the late Colleen Flanagan,

written in her hand.

With the court's permission,
I would like Mr. Flanagan--

Where did you get that?

Sidebar, your Honor.

This document was not
on their list.

I demand adequate opportunity

to verify the authenticity
of this so-called diary.

Those are declarations
of experts at testing to that.

I want to cross-examine them.

I will hear the diary,
Ms. Hauber,

but the jury will be removed,
pending my ruling.

Frank: Would you read
the first paragraph

of the entry dated
May 26th, 1961?

[exhales]

Is it going to be you or me?

My daughter was troubled.

For God's sake,
she killed herself!

Then I'm sure you'll read it
with compassion.

Starting with "He drove me
to school this morning."

"He drove me to school
this morning.

He made me stay in the car

until the bell rang."

I don't have to do this.

"I'm sure the other kids could
see what he was doing,

"where he was touching me.

"I want to die.

"I think about dying
all the time.

- I'll be safe in heaven."
- I swear I didn't touch her!

"He tells me it's my fault.

"That I make him do
those things.

Maybe if I cut my face.

If I had scars maybe
he wouldn't want me."

She was disturbed,
she was a sick girl--

"What if he's right, diary?
What if it is my fault?

Would God even let me
into heaven?"

A week after she wrote this,

Colleen Flanagan
committed suicide.

She was 14 years old.

I have nothing further.

Your father's returning
the rental car,

but we could take a cab
to the airport.

- If you're too busy.
- No, no, Mom, it's okay.

It's no problem.

We would have
been here sooner, but

we got into a heated debate
at the hotel.

Mom, I gotta ask you something.

How have you two kept
from killing each other

over the last 30 years?

No sharp objects in the house.

In spite of our differences,

your father and I fit.

We make
a whole out of two halves.

Like me and Zoey.

That was what
the heated debate was about.

Mom, I do love her.

She's not a status symbol,

she's someone
I really care for.

I know. But it hurts...

seeing you with someone so...

different.

Maybe on the outside.

But inside,
she's a lot like you.

Believe me.

So you didn't pick her out
of some deep-seated

resentment of me?

[laughs]

Five hundred thousand dollars,

no admission of liability.

We have two conditions.

One. Your client enters
a program for sexual offenders.

Like hell I will!

I refuse to be treated
like a common criminal.

If you prefer, Mr. Flanagan,
we can go back to court.

What's the second condition?

All unsupervised contact
with the grandchild,

Emma Flanagan, is forbidden.

And if there's any evidence
you laid a hand on her,

I promise you,
you'll face criminal charges.

Are you going to agree to this?

Dad, I can't risk it.

I love that child.

I would never hurt her!

You won't have a chance to.

These are my terms.

Then to hell with you!

Charles, I don't think
you have a choice.

After all the sacrifices
we made for you.

For what?

For this?

Come on, Vivian, let's go.

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