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Thank you, Stuart.
That was wonderful.

And we get to go home together.

That's the best part.

[Markowitz chuckles]

Oh, my God.

- What?
- Don't make it obvious.

But nice and slow,
look to your immediate right.

That's nice and slow?

Markowitz: What the hell
are they doing here?

Kelsey: What does it look
like they're doing?

They're having dinner.

You think it's social?

It couldn't be social.
You think it's social?

Kelsey: They're
sitting in a booth.

Why would they
choose a booth unless...

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[door buzzes open]

[door sliding]

So, they'll plea it out
to life, but, that's all.

Life imprisonment,
what the hell good is that?

It beats the death penalty
which is what you're looking at.

Lionel, you've got one
murder conviction already,

they don't have to
give you anything.

- How 'bout parole?
- No.

[inhales deeply]

Let's go for the trial then,

you know,
life's as good as gas to me.

Okay, it's your call.

I don't what was in
my head not killin' that girl.

If she's dead, they
got no eyewitness.

Are you telling me right now
that you did kill the husband?

Well, that'd be pretty
stupid of me. Right, counselor?

Smarter for me
just to tell you nothin'.

- They gave you a suit, right?
- Yeah.

- And a tie.
- Wear it.

We go in at 2 o'clock.
I'll see you then.

You're gonna be a good lawyer,
aren't you, Mr. Sifuentes?

[knocks on door]

[door buzzes]

First up, a very happy birthday
to Arnold Becker.

[all cheering]
Happy Birthday, Arnold!

- Happy Birthday, Arnold.
- Thank you.

My birthday
isn't until Thursday.

Agreed. But since you seem to be
particularly anxious about it,

I though I'd
take the opportunity

to remind you
every day this week.

Rollins: The big 4-0.

Thirty-nine.
Can we move on, please?

Of course.
Anybody seen Ms. Perkins?

Yes, she's in her office.
She sends her regrets.

Brackman: What do you mean
she sends her regrets?

She's skipping
the staff meeting?

C.J.: Evidently, she's
under the impression

things could manage without her.

Can't imagine what
she could be thinking.

Ah, Victor.

People vs. Lionel Sanders.

Trial starts this afternoon.

How can you actually
defend this scum?

The court ordered me to
represent the guy, Ann.

It's not like I had
much of a choice.

Just the same,
you're gonna fight

like hell to get him off, right?

I hope I lose.
But to answer your question,

yes, I'm gonna fight
for the guy.

That's what I
was appointed to do, right?

Moving on. Grace,
you authorized payment of

hospital expenses
for a Ms. Helena Washington?

That's the woman who supplied
the kidney for Carol Graf.

She developed some complications

and to protect the firm
from potential liability,

I saw to it she be hospitalized
and fully checked.

What's this about?

We went through a kidney broker

to get Carol Graf's kidney.

Why are we just
hearing about this now?

I've already reprimanded both

Grace and Mullaney
on this matter--

No, no, no.
That's not the point!

No file was opened,
no case number was assigned.

Kuzak:
Why was this done secretly?

It shouldn't have been.
They screwed up.

Move on, Douglas.

Brackman:
There is some good news.

Leland has landed
Velnick Industries,

a major manufacturing company of
household fixtures,

a client which could
generate billables

upwards of a quarter
of a million dollars annually.

Becker: That's terrific.
- That is good news.

Brackman: And more good fortune.

I note, Arnold, you
have a meeting with

Christina Sheppard,
regarding her divorce from

Leonard Bey, CEO
of Kenmore Consolidates.

This could be major.

Mr. Bey is worth between
fifty and a hundred million.

Becker: Hopefully, I'll reel in
Mrs. Bey this morning.

Let's hope so. It's been a while
since you brought in a big one.

What are you bringing in, Doug?

Brackman: It was an observation.

Don't be so sensitive...
during your birthday week.

McKenzie: Douglas!
- Sorry. We're adjourned.

Grace. Tommy. My office, please.

- Oh, can it wait, I--
- No.

In my office now.

Why wasn't I told about
this kidney broker thing?

It didn't involve you,
that's why.

You expose us
to this kind of liability,

it damn well does involve me--

Well, Leland knew all about it

and already gave
us chapter and verse--

That doesn't absolve you of your

obligation to
inform
me
about it.

What do mean inform you?

This was a function
of the litigation department.

That means you come in here,
you tell me everything--

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Cut the crap, will you, Michael?

You got a problem with me

seeing Victor, fine.

Van Owen: But it is totally
unprofessional for you to act--

I am talking about
the way you practice law.

No, you're not.
This is personal!

This is professional!
As head of litigation--

You're not head of litigation,
I am!

- What?
Van Owen: That's right, Michael.

Leland made me
head of litigation.

It was a condition
of my coming here.

So don't tell me what I can
or can't do as a lawyer here

and don't tell me
what I can or can't do

concerning anything else!

[door slams]

Are you finished with me?

I'm not going to lie even though
I happen to be quite good at it.

Thank you.

You're the ninth
lawyer I've gone to.

The other eight have all said
the prenup can't be broken,

which is terrible since it

limits me to
five hundred thousand.

- And you want more.
Sheppard: Much more.

Leonard's worth
about seventy million dollars.

Five hundred thousand
just seems a little bit trivial.

Maybe. But, then,
on the other hand,

you've only been married to him
for seven months.

Quality time.

Look, I made a mistake,

a mistake I would
like him to pay for.

And I hear you're creative.

Let me look at the agreement.
See what I can come up with.

Four hundred
an hour applied against

a nonrefundable retainer
of thirty thousand.

That seems a bit high,
compared to the others.

I don't compare to
the others, Ms. Sheppard.

Is that right?

I'm going to have three lawyers

comb through
this little contract,

and then you're going to
tell me everything

you know about your husband.
Everything...

whether you
think it matters or not.

And then I'm going to
get to work and make you

a very large amount of money.

Becker: How does that sound?

You arrived home around 11 p.m.?

Yes, we went to a movie.

John parked
the car in the garage

and we came in
through the side door, and...

he was there in the kitchen.

Kennedy:
And what happened, Mrs. Brusell?

Well, I-- I think
we surprised him at first

because he-- he jumped back.

Then, he pointed his gun at us.

Does this look
like the gun, ma'am?

Yes.

People offer this as
exhibit one, Your Honor.

And what happened next,
Mrs. Brusell?

Wendy: He started screaming
at us to get down on the floor.

He said if we didn't get on the
floor that he would kill us.

Kennedy: Keep going.

Wendy: Well, we did what he
told us to do.

And he was swearing all
the time, he was swearing at us.

And then he made
John take off his...

his watch and
he made me give him

my rings and a bracelet...

Then, he-- he put
his gun in my mouth,

and he was laughing.

He told John to look because...

he wanted him to watch...

he wanted him to
watch his wife die.

I thought he was going
to kill me right then and there.

And then, um, then he
took the gun out of my mouth

and he hit me
on the side of the head with it

and I-- I guess
I just blacked out.

And what's the next
thing that you remember?

Waking up
and seeing John there...

lying-- lying in the blood.

He had a...

he had a hole
in the side of his head.

He was shot.
He killed my husband.

Kennedy:
And you're absolutely sure

this was the man
you saw that night.

Yes. Yes, that's him.

Kennedy:
Thank you, Mrs. Brusell.

Nothing further.

Mrs. Brusell, my name
is Victor Sifuentes,

and ma'am, I am truly
sorry for your loss.

Now, you didn't see my client

shoot your husband, did you?

No, I-- I didn't see it.

Sifuentes: Okay.

Okay.

I have nothing further.

Well, the prints
from inside the house

match those of the defendant.

Saleno: And based on that,
as well as Mrs. Brusell's

positive photo identification,

we sought and obtained
the warrant and proceeded

to arrest Mr. Sanders
at his residence.

Kennedy: And, detective,
did you search

the defendant's department
incident to his arrest?

Saleno: Yes, we did.
- And what did you find?

Located under some
dishrags beneath the sink,

was a .357 Magnum.

I show you People's Exhibit One

and ask, if you recognize it?

This is the gun we found.
I recognize it

by the chip on the handle.

Kennedy: You ran
this through ballistics?

Yes, and they
confirmed this to be

the gun used
to kill John Brusell.

Sir, what else did you find

on the premises or on the person

of the defendant,
Lionel Sanders?

Saleno: We recovered a watch
and some jewelry

identified as belonging
to the victim and his wife.

We also noticed a bullet wound
on the arm of the defendant.

Kennedy: Were you able to
ascertain

the cause of that wound?

Saleno:
We believe the victim attempted

to go to the aid of his wife

as the defendant beat her.

Now, the gun probably went off,
wounding the defendant

and it was likely at this time,
he fatally shot Mr. Brusell.

Kennedy: Thank you, detective.

I have nothing
further, Your Honor.

You have no eyewitness to
this shooting do you, detective?

To the actual shooting,
no, we don't.

And it is possible,

isn't it, that the fatal gunshot

could have gone off
during the struggle?

Saleno: It doesn't matter,
felony murder rule.

Sifuentes: Move to strike!
- Even if it goes off by accid--

- It's still murder one.
- Move to strike!

- That is a legal conclusion.
Judge Hansen: Sustained.

Sifuentes: Thank you. You can't
rule out the possibility

that this was
an accident, can you?

He was shot point blank,
counselor, I don't think that--

It could have gone off during
the struggle, right, detective?

It could have. But, I doubt it.

Thank you, sir. That's all.

What the hell are you
talking about accidents for?

It don't matter
if it's an accident.

It does for sentencing,
right now

that's the only thing
worth concentrating on.

Hey! Stop goin' through

the damn motions
and do something.

I am trying to tell you,
there's not much we can do here.

Then screw the hell up in there.

Get me an appeal
for inadequate counsel.

Get me damn a mistrial,
anything!

- That's not gonna work.
- Do something for God's sake.

I'm lookin' at the freakin'
gas chamber here!

They appointed you to defend me,
so dammit, let's see a defense!

Look! All I can tell you is...

Right now, we're looking
at a certain conviction.

Sifuentes: Now, you can testify
and try to change this,

but you have
an obligation to tell the truth.

You understand what I'm saying?

I cannot put you
up on the stand,

if I know you're gonna lie.

I got you. Put me up there.

I'm just gonna ask you
what happened and you tell me.

Right.

- Hi. How we doin'?
- Hi.

Oh, we're alright. Arnie's
in his office sulking.

He's really freaked.

Then a surprise party
is just what he needs.

Rox, I need you--

- Hi.
- Hi, sweetie.

Dropped by to say hello.

Uh-huh.

Look, in case you
two are planning

any surprise parties, forget it.

I am not celebrating
this birthday.

We'll go out to dinner,
just you and me.

No. I have to work
late Thursday night.

Arnie... excuse me.

- Sorry, the thing's air tight.
- Don't tell me that, Jonathan.

They haven't invent
an air tight prenup.

They have now.
This thing's crafted.

You're telling me this
ten minutes before my meeting?

Rollins: I've been telling you
this since last night--

Forget it, Jonathan!
Just forget it!

Fine.

I gotta go to the bathroom.

No parties!

Now, what do we do?

I already booked the caterer.

- Relax. We'll just do it here.
- Here?

If we can't
get him to the party,

we can bring the party to him.

What can I do for you, Ann?

I thought initially
I wouldn't say anything,

but now that I think about it...

Stuart and I had dinner at
Tribeca's the night before last

and as we were leaving

we saw you kiss Rosalind Shays.

Ah-ha.

Is that it? "Ah-ha?"

I didn't know
that my social life

was any of your business.

It is, if it affects the firm.

Oh, this doesn't
affect the firm--

You had us represent her
in that S&L case

because of your involvement.

That's deception, Leland,

if not an outright lie!

We represented
her to save ourselves

three hundred thousand dollars--

- Oh, please!
McKenzie: There's nothing to--

Then why didn't you just tell us

you were seeing her?

Well, if you were having

an affair with Rosalind Shays,

would you tell anybody?

You're sleeping with her?

- Please leave, Ann.
- I don't trust that woman.

I didn't trust her motives
when she was here

and I certainly don't
trust them with you now!

I said leave.

- Leland, you got a minute?
- What do you want?!

Oh. I'm sorry.

What can I do for you, Michael?

Grace Van Owen and Tommy
Mullaney violated federal law.

We have knowledge of it,
thereby putting us

at serious risk
if we do nothing.

Kuzak: We could all be
disbarred, or worse,

we could all be brought
up on conspiracy charges.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that,
like it or not,

we have to do something to
protect ourselves.

At a very minimum,
they should both be suspended.

You can't be serious!

Leland, the donor is sick.

If she dies, there will
damn well be an investigation.

If we are so much as
charged criminally,

this firm is finished.

But if we suspend them, we leave
ourselves open to scrutiny.

Then we have
to do it very carefully.

We simply suspend them without
pay for undisclosed reasons.

The partners will never
suspend Grace, you know that--

On your strong recommendation,
they might.

This have anything to do with

Grace's new relationship
with Victor?

McKenzie: I know about it.
It's all over the firm.

I am talking about
this firm... period.

I won't make that
recommendation.

But you're risking the whole--

This discussion is
over, Michael.

Who's head of litigation?

I beg your pardon?

Grace told me that you made her

head of litigation
when you hired her.

At the time,
you were leaving the firm.

But I didn't leave
the firm, I stayed.

Who is head of litigation,
Leland?

Well, this firm has
never operated

on that kind of hierarchy
so what's the--

Officially, who
is head of litigation?

I made a commitment to Grace.

And I stand by that commitment.

When is it ever gonna
cease to suck around here?

This agreement is
so fundamentally unfair

it virtually has no chance
of standing up in any--

Five hundred grand
for seven months,

I'd say she gets off okay.

Given your client's
net worth, Mr. Cleland,

this contract is unconscionable.

She was represented by counsel.
This thing is binding.

But ambiguity is construed
against the drafter.

That's very true, but there's
nothing ambiguous about it.

There is enough to
get in to court

where things can get very ugly.

That is not something
that you want, sir.

Is that a threat?

Well, I don't know,
the line between

"threat" and "promise"
is so easily blurred.

Go ahead and sue.
I'll cross claim her

for being a gold digging
malicious slut.

Becker:
We'll add on for slander.

I'm surprised, Christina.

Is this all you come up with?

Cleland: Let me tell you
what I'm gonna do.

In exchange for you recommending

to your client that she walk
with the five hundred

and not a penny more,
I'll recommend to my client

that he not haul you in on
sanctions for abuse--

Who do you
think you're talking to?

A lawyer that has
no case, that's who.

Do some research, Mr. Cleland.

You're dealing with
Arnold Becker here.

- Uh-oh.
Cleland: Yeah, you're right.

Instead of five
we'll give you four.

We'll see you in court.

Cleland:
Hey, you know, she's hired every

lawyer in town to crack this,

that should tell
you something about

the validity of this prenuptial.

And as for you...
you're her ninth choice.

That should say something, too.

Come on, Lenny.

We're dealing
with Arnold Becker.

[Bey chuckles]

Look, why don't you just bill me

for the time spent and we'll
leave it at that, alright?

It's not over yet.

Well, for us I think it is.

Look, you're a very nice man,

it was lovely to
meet you, but I think--

I'm not finished with him yet.

And you're not gonna fire me.

You give me another day and
I'm gonna beat those bastards.

I am not a nice man.

I promise.

Sanders:
I needed the money for drugs,

that's why
I broke into the house.

I'd just gotten inside
when they came home.

And what happened, Mr. Sanders,

after the Brusells
entered their home?

It was like she said at first,

I put my gun to 'em,

said get down on the floor, I...

I took their jewelry.

Did you put your gun
inside Mrs. Brusell's mouth?

Sanders: The reason I did that,

it would make it harder for her
to remember me.

I figured, she got a
gun barrel in her face,

she's not thinkin' about
the color of my eyes.

So... you did
that to shock her, yes?

Yeah, since I knew
I wasn't gonna kill her

I didn't want her
remembering me.

Did you strike her with the gun?

Yes, sir.

And then she passed out,

so I stopped.

And next you turned to
Mr. Brusell.

Sanders: Yes, sir.

Sifuentes: Did you put your gun
inside his mouth, too?

No, sir.

Well, could you tell the court

what happened then?

I raped him.

[court murmuring]

- You raped him?
- Yes.

And then what happened?

Sanders:
He was cryin' the whole time.

Beggin' me to stop.

And I made him, uh...

I made him do things to me.

- What things?
- Sex things.

And in the middle of it,
he jumped up and grabbed me.

That's when he got
the gun away from me.

So, Mr. Brusell...

got possession of the revolver?

Yes, and I started to run away.
That's when he shot me.

Victor: And then what happened?
- Well, I just hit the floor.

You know, I didn't know that
he'd just gotten me in the arm.

I thought that, uh...

this was it, you know.
I thought he was gonna kill me.

So what did you do?

Sanders:
I just laid there on the floor

pretendin' I was dead

and prayed to God Almighty

that he'd let me live.

And, uh-- and the man,
he just started cryin' again.

Mr. Brusell started crying?

Sanders:
Yeah, he was cryin' and, uh...

he began to tremble and...

God, that's when he done it.

Did what?

He put the gun to his
head and he just...

He just pulled the trigger.

[court murmuring]

Is it your testimony then...

that Mr. Brusell
committed suicide?

Sanders:
I swear that's how it happened.

I wasn't gonna kill
either of 'em.

He put the gun to his own head.

So, then what did you do?

Well, I got the gun and I left.
Look, Mr. Sifuentes,

I didn't kill nobody.

I broke in there to steal
and I committed a rape.

I should go to jail,
probably forever.

But I did not kill that man.

Thank you, sir.
I have nothing further.

Mr. Sanders...

you expect us to believe

that the victim just
took your gun and shot himself?

My word to God,
that's what happened.

Didn't check on his wife,

didn't call an ambulance

to make sure she'd get help,

just turned the gun

on himself and fired?

Objection! Your honor,

that goes to the victim's state
of mind.

Sustained.

How come you never
told us this before?

Because I knew nobody
would believe me.

You were previously convicted
of manslaughter in 1980,

weren't you, Mr. Sanders?

For which you
served eight years?

I ain't lived
my life too good.

I've done a lot of stuff
I deserved to be punished for--

- Just answer yes or no.
- Yes!

I committed that murder in 1980,
but this one, I didn't.

That man...

he killed himself.

Sanders: I didn't murder anybody
that night. I didn't!

[soft music]

So, what are you gonna do?

What else can I do?

I have to try to
prove this guy's story.

But, you yourself
said it's a total lie.

Yeah, but, I don't know for
a fact that he's lying.

Do you even
remotely believe this guy?

No.

- Well, then--
- But it doesn't matter.

If I don't use and incorporate
his testimony into my defense,

then I'm as much as
admitting to the jury

that I don't believe
him and that's...

- Violation of privilege.
- Violation of privilege.

I gotta go with this
cock and bull story.

I gotta do whatever
I can to try to try to prove it.

Oh, Victor.

What if you pull it off?

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chattering]

- Dr. Felder?
- Mr. Sifuentes?

Thanks for coming.

Tommy Mullaney told
me you're the best.

Well, I don't know what
I can do on such short notice,

but hell, let's give it a try.

I tried to get a
continuance but...

Look, these are all the medicals

that I could dig up so
far on John Brusell.

Now, anything that you could

possibly do to
support the theory...

When am I going on, hmm?

Forty-five minutes.

God.

Okay.

Let me pour through this.

Did you bring the check?

Yeah. Two thousand, right?

I-- I'm gonna need a receipt
to get reimbursed by the court.

No problem.

I wish I could give
you more time to prepare--

Not to worry.

Forty-five minutes
should be fine.

And so, you're saying

it's possible that
this was a suicide.

It was very possible.
The trauma of rape

can effect near
psychotic reactions.

Victims are very often suicidal.

Sifuentes:
Why is that, Dr. Felder?

Felder: Rape
is extremely destructive,

the sense of violation
is overwhelming.

Mr. Brusell was the victim

of brutal, violent sodomy.

And this could cause
a man to take his own life?

Usually, the suicidal
tendencies manifest later.

But... there are no rules here.

This man had to
sit by helplessly

and watch his wife get a pistol
stuck in her mouth,

get knocked unconscious.

Felder: Then, he was forced
to have anal sex.

He was forced to orally

copulate this stranger?

This could very definitely
have consumed him

with such self-disgust,
he-- he just snapped.

There's plenty of anecdotal
evidence to support this.

- Thank you, Dr. Felder.
Felder: One more thing.

I examined the coroner's report

and from the angle
of the bullet wound--

Objection!

It definitely could
have been self-inflicted.

Objection, this man is not

a coroner, he has no foundation!

Judge: Sustained. Members
of the jury will give no weight

to the remark regarding the
angle of the bullet wound.

One does not
have to be a coroner--

Dr. Felder, be quiet.

Sifuentes: I have nothing
further, Your Honor.

You never knew or
even met the victim, did you?

Felder: No, no I did not.

Kennedy:
And you're up here espousing

a psychological opinions on him?

I'm talking about
rape and suicide--

You're talking about whatever
defense counsel...

- Wants you to talk about.
- Objection!

Throwing around any
psychological buzzwords

you can think of
to justify your witness fee.

Sifuentes: Objection!
Judge Hansen: Counsel.

Felder: Let me tell
you something, Ms. Kennedy.

I don't like the defendant.

I think he should rot in
prison for the rest of his life,

but that doesn't mean
that I should overlook

the evidence
which is in front of me.

That evidence suggests
a very real possibility,

if not probability, that
John Brusell took his own life--

Move to strike!

That's why I'm sitting
in this witness chair!

And when you investigated
this crime, detective,

you never explored the
possibility of suicide, did you?

No, we did not.

Sifuentes: When you recovered
the murder weapon,

you found two prints on it

which belonged to the
victim, didn't you?

Probably during the struggle,
he grabbed ahold of the gun.

Sifuentes: The victim's prints
were on the gun, yes or no?

Yes.

And you never explored
the possibility

that the victim
was raped, isn't that right?

There's nothing in the autopsy
report to suggest that he was.

Sifuentes: But if there
was no tearing or semen,

autopsy could've missed it.

And, in fact, sir, you ordered

to exhume the body of
John Brusell yesterday

to check for evidence
of rape, isn't that right?

That's correct.

Sifuentes:
What did the coroner conclude?

There was too much
decomposition to tell.

It was inconclusive?

Yes.

Thank you, sir.
I have nothing further.

Becker: Christina!

You're late. Where
the hell were you?

This better be good, Arnie.

Just play along, Christina.

Gentlemen.

I'll tell you, I will
move for sanctions--

This is my meeting, Mr. Cleland.
I'd appreciate it if--

Yeah, well you just be
glad we showed up.

Now, let's just settle
this and I don't want to hear

any more garbage
about breaking the deal.

Oh, I don't care about
the prenup.

We're going to be
seeking an annulment

to the entire marriage.

- An annulment?
- You gotta be kidding.

I'm not kidding.
Your client induced this woman

into wedlock through fraud.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking
about your inability

to naturally consummate
your marriage, sir.

I'm talking about
your penile implant.

Cleland: His what?
- Oh, God.

My client had no knowledge

that a material part of your

anatomy was inflatable.

- She knew it.
Becker: After you were married.

She never would have known it

had one of your
cylinders not ruptured.

- For God's sake!
- What is this crap?

This crap concerns
an internal mechanical device

designed to give him
an artificial erection.

Wait just a second!
You're not impotent.

Absolutely not!
I'm functioning--

With the aid of technology, yes.

You son-of-a-bitch!

This is the lowest most

disgusting ploy
I've ever heard of.

Thank you, and besides that,
it's relevant.

Becker: Goes directly to the
issue of conjugal relations

and therefore is
grounds for annulment.

Alright, my friend. You want an
annulment, you got one.

But that means that
they were never married.

Cleland: So, instead of
five hundred thousand

she's entitled
to absolutely nothing.

Excellent point! The only
thing is, for the annulment,

I'll have to file the grounds
with the court,

and therefore make it
a matter of public record

that the CEO of
Kenmore Consolidates

has this built-in body pump
that shoots liquids into his--

That's blackmail!

Two million dollars, Mr. Bey,

or the whole world finds out
you're a self-made man.

You can't do this!

Two million dollars
by the end of business tomorrow.

Who the hell
do you think you are?

Her ninth choice.

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs] Alright, Abby.

How long is gonna go on?
I said I was sorry.

And I accepted your apology,

so let's just forget it, okay?

But haven't forgotten it,

you've been carrying it around
for over a week now--

Ann, I'm sorry if it makes
you feel uncomfortable.

I'll try and look happy.

[sighs] Look...

I would quit if I could
afford to, I really would.

But I have a son

and I am a sixth year
associate in a depressed market,

I have nowhere else to go.

So... I trudge in here every day

to McKenzie Brackman
Chaney Kuzak and Becker

so pleased with myself.

The depressed market is the only
reason you weren't made partner.

Your work is great.
Everybody likes you.

It's simply a question
of the economics.

That probably doesn't
make you feel any better

but you have
to know there is still

a lot of support for you here.

Who voted against me?

That's confidential.

Leland and I voted yes.

Everybody else voted no.

Did Leland push for me
or did he just vote?

He fully supported you.

No. Did he push for me?

What's the difference how he--

The difference is we had a deal.

Abby: Last year Leland struck

a bargain with Jonathan and me.

We pledged our support for him

in his fight against Rosalind,

in exchange for his promise to

endorse us for partnership
when the time came.

- Quid pro quo. Just like that?
Abby: Yeah.

What I want to know is,
did he keep his promise?

Oh, yeah. He kept it.

[door slams]

Yes?

I'm sorry.

About before. I was
out of line, Grace.

Okay. Let's forget it.

Hold on a minute. You don't even
know what I'm apologizing for.

Yesterday I went to
Leland behind your back.

I tried to get him to suspend
you and Tommy Mullaney,

ostensibly to protect the firm,

but more likely to punish you.

The only explanation
I have for all of this...

is that I'm...

not over you, Grace.

I thought I was, but...

I don't know how
far your relationship

has progressed with Victor,

but I do know that I love you.

And I want you back.

That's not gonna happen,
Michael.

Well, is it Victor?

It's me...

you...

a-- and yes, Victor.

Okay.

I gotta get back to work.

Again, I'm-- I'm sorry.

[door closes]

- You're doing what?
- Just what I said.

We're dismissing the burglary

and aggravated assault.

- Why?
Sifuentes: I'll tell you why.

She knows the jury hates my guy

so much they're never
gonna dare let him walk.

And by dismissing the other
two counts, the only available

means of to lock him up
will be the murder charge.

If I want to dismiss
in the interests of justice--

Then I want the complaint
amended to include the rape.

Kennedy: Opposed.

Sifuentes: He admitted it under
oath.

The interests of justice
would also mandate--

I'll bring the rape
charges after this trial.

Judicial economy says do it now.

Alright, you're
both very clever.

Look, if the district attorney
wants to dismiss on burglary

and aggravated assault,
I really can't stop her.

Judge Hansen: And I'm certainly
not amending the complaint

to include rape now,
that'd be against

the defendant's
constitutional rights.

- We waive it.
- State won't stipulate.

Sorry, counsel. Burglary
and assault dismissed.

He remains up on murder alone.

Look... [sighs]

I don't want this
guy to go free either,

but this isn't right.
You're trying to box the jury

into a corner with their own
fear so that you can get

a murder conviction that you
might not otherwise get.

You are doing whatever
you
can
to get him off, Victor.

I'm doing whatever
I
can to get him on death row.

Yeah, but you know what, you're
playing loose with the rules.

You're dropping counts
to force jurors hand,

you're playing fancy
free with the system here.

- And you are letting her.
- I've made my ruling.

Closing arguments,
10 o'clock tomorrow morning.

To be perfectly honest with you,
ladies and gentlemen...

I hate Lionel Sanders.

I'm here as an attorney

under court appointment.

I have to tell you that the idea
of representing this man

is repulsive to me.

But...

that doesn't change the fact

that on the charge
of murder here,

Lionel Sanders must
be acquitted.

He must be.
Nobody saw him shoot the victim.

Prosecution has offered nothing

to refute his testimony.

The evidence suggests

that the bullet wound...

could have been self inflicted.

The victim's fingerprints
were on the gun.

You heard Dr. Felder talk about

the psychological
effects of rape.

The trauma of being sodomized,

and how that could drive
a man to take his own life.

Yesterday morning,
the prosecution suddenly

had enough doubt themselves...

that they ordered the
body to be exhumed.

And the tests were...

inconclusive.

The prosecution cannot exclude

the possibility of suicide
here, and that means...

that they can't negate
reasonable doubt.

Now you can
all go back to that room

and unanimously
conclude that sitting over there

is a despicable human being.

You can go back hoping

that when he's brought
up on those rape charges,

and he will be
after this trial is over,

that he's put away
for a long, long time.

But what you cannot do,

ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

is ignore the fact that
reasonable doubt exists here.

No matter what she says,
no matter what they tell you,

she can't stand here
and rule out suicide

because they
never investigated it!

They never even investigated it.

[sighs] So...

you can be weak and
do the popular thing...

or you can be strong

and cling to the principles

and the obligations that you
took an oath to uphold.

It's not easy. Heh.

Dammit, your
job is not easy here.

But be it for
this system's integrity

or simply your own...

you have to do it.

You have to do your job.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Lionel Sanders
is a convicted felon

who by his own admission had
killed before.

He made up a wild
suicide theory to save his life,

uh, hired a veteran
professional witness doctor

to lend credence to his theory,

and that is his whole defense.

He broke into this home,

battered the wife,

a bullet from his gun...

ended up in the
head of Mr. Brusell

and they're asking you

to swallow suicide.

There's no evidence
of rape here.

Nothing. In the autopsy
or anywhere else.

Because he made it up.

Kennedy: He is a cold blooded

two-time killer

who told a desperate
lie on the witness stand

in order to get you
people to acquit him

of a vicious homicide.

Don't do it,
ladies and gentlemen.

You know what he is.

Don't give him the chance

to show up one
day in
your
kitchen.

Thank you.

[court murmuring]

[telephone ringing]

[door opens]
What's going on?

I have nothing to do with this.
I've just found out.

I'll take responsibility,
Douglas.

Since I'm the catalyst.

We have some concerns, Leland,
and we'd like to address them.

- What kind of concerns?
Kelsey: With leadership.

Specifically, your emerging
track record for deception.

You concealed your
social relationship

with Rosalind while mandating
that we represent her.

You secretly promised Grace that
she would be head of litigation.

You never even told Michael,
or me for that matter.

Oh, please.

Kelsey: Yesterday, I found out

that you made a covert

partnership promise to Jonathan

and Abby in exchange for them

backing you against Rosalind.

My God, Leland,
you sat in this room

last week endorsing
Abby on her merits

when it was really
a political payback.

I truly believed she
would make a great partner.

Becker: The point is you don't
make deals like that

and you of all people
have to know that.

Today, I learned,
through a little checking,

that Velnick Industries,
our new big client,

is a subsidiary of the
Tammon Group Corporation,

a corporation who's
head lawyer is Rosalind Shays.

Kelsey: Did she refer
this subsidiary to you?

So, what if she did?

So, you never
told us about that.

Now, since Rosalind's client
has control over our client,

she indirectly has some
control over us here.

- That's ridiculous.
Markowitz: It's not ridiculous.

You've completely subverted
the democratic process.

You're running around making
decisions that affect all of us

and yet you're keeping
us totally in the dark.

You hired C.J. Lamb
unilaterally,

that should've
been put to a vote.

You hired Tommy Mullaney
unilaterally,

that also should have
been put to a vote.

I'm trying to build our revenues
back up here and C.J.--

Kelsey:
We don't like your methods!

We don't like the secrecy,

especially now that
Rosalind's got your ears.

Now that's out of line, dammit!

Maybe it is, but this
is a partnership,

not a dictatorship.
We've called this meeting

to make our feelings clear.

Fine. Now let me express

my feelings.

The burden is still on me to
bring in the business.

McKenzie:
I can't spend eight hours a day

trying to build a client base

and take out time to
serve your sense of democracy.

I know I've been cutting
some administrative corners,

but it is tough
being both rainmaker

and office ambassador
at the same time!

So, what are you saying?

I'm saying I'm going
to set my priorities.

For the next six weeks,
I'm going to completely

concentrate on
expanding our client list

and thus free myself from
all this office bureaucracy.

I am passing
the senior partnership

temporarily, over to Douglas.

Markowitz: You can't do that.
- I certainly can.

McKenzie: The partnership
agreement authorizes me

to make a pro tem designation,

unilaterally,
and that's what I'm doing.

Douglas, for the next
six weeks, you're in charge.

I leave it to you to establish

a fair and democratic process

that everyone can live with.

Are there anymore
questions from anyone?

Good. Thank you for
airing your concerns.

This meeting is adjourned.

Isn't this exciting?

Becker: Mr. Bey.

What a surprise.

You don't
know how this kills me.

I could've just sent it
over by messenger.

But... listen.

Even though the deal says
that she can't talk about my...

- Mm-hm.
- You know...

I know how lawyers tell
war stories to each other

and... this would be a good one.

I won't tell anyone.

I must be the world's
biggest sap, huh?

Thinking a girl like that could
go for an old fart like me.

As much as I can tell
about your ex-wife, Mr. Bey,

I wouldn't bother measuring
yourself by her standards.

Bey: But I do, y'know.

Problem is... I grew up handsome

and I just can't face
the reality that one day,

even if it isn't now,

that people aren't gonna
think that I'm attractive.

I'm gonna walk into a room

and girls like Christina
aren't gonna look.

What are you, 42, forty-three?

Thirty-nine.

Bey: Well, then, you
know what I mean.

You're still turning heads,

that old smile
still work like it used to?

Oh, I don't
really worry about that.

Well, then, you're lucky.

You're lucky you're
not vain, because aging...

there's nothing
gradual about it.

You're just suddenly old.

Is that why you got the implant?

Oh, I didn't need it.
I wasn't impotent or anything.

I just wanted to be
as strong and as virile, and...

God, the thought that one day
I'd end up with this...

limp, useless rag-like--

Mr. Bey, I've got another
meeting so, ah...

Yeah.

Tell Christina I wish
the best for her, okay?

Sure.

They've come down
to second degree.

Which translates to what?

Twenty years.

[chuckles]

You see that?

Never underestimate the value

of a good lie, counselor.

Three days ago it was life,
now, 20 years.

Look, you, uh, you
really need to decide.

They could come back in
any time.

Twenty years is pretty good,

with parole you'd get fifteen.

Well, what do you think?
We got a chance?

Yeah, there's--
there's always a chance.

Yeah.

Sifuentes:
There's also a big risk.

You lose, you're lookin'
at the death penalty.

Yeah. Yeah.

You know somethin'?

I'm feelin' lucky.

You did a hell of a job in there

and I'm feelin' pretty lucky.

Even if you win, you're
still lookin' at the rape.

So, what? Even with high term
and the prior,

I'll be out of there in seven,

which is a lot better
than twenty.

Let's roll the dice, counselor.

Your closing argument
in there today was...

fantastic.

[indistinct chattering]

- Hi.
- Hi.

- L-a-t-e, you're late.
- Shh. Quiet.

I got a call today

about something that
might interest you.

Shh! Shh!

Please. Everybody, quiet.

I'm gonna go get Arnie now.

- Okay.
- Okay.

[knocks] Arnie?

Are you in there?
It's me, Roxanne.

Becker: Go away!

Arnie...

- Get up.
- Are you crazy?!

- Get outta here!
- Shhh!

What in the hell's
the matter with you?

You wife and twenty
of your closest friends

are in the reception area,

waiting to give you
a surprise party,

that's what's
the matter with me.

Get your clothes on,
for God's sake!

You. You don't go anywhere!

You stay right here in
this office

and you don't move until

I come back and say you can.

Rox!

Roxanne: Hurry up and get ready,
Arnie

before somebody walks in,

you stupid jerk!

Wai-- wa-- wait.

[sighs]
Okay, I'm ready.

[door slams]
Nice time for a nap, Arnie.

Stop it.

Now you just look surprised, dammit.

You stupid selfish,
ungrateful pig!

all: Surprise!

[all applauding]

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday dear Arnie ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

Thank you.

[paper rustling]

Judge Hansen: Madame Foreman,
has the jury reached a verdict?

- We have.
Judge Hansen: What say you?

In the matter of People
vs. Lionel Sanders

on the charge
of first degree murder,

we find the
defendant not guilty.

Judge Hansen:
Members of the jury,

thank you for your service.

The defendant's free to go.

Kennedy:
Your Honor, I have a warrant

for the arrest of Mr. Sanders

on the grounds of
aggravated rape

and I ask that he be
taken into custody.

So ordered. Bailiff.
We stand adjourned.

Mr. Sanders, are you gonna plead
guilty to the rape?

I'm-- I'm confident that
we'll win that, too.

I have no comment.

The DA's office

and the police have both
stated for the record that

they don't believe
there was a rape.

I think I'll make
reasonable doubt.

Uh, I would like to
thank my attorney.

Obviously, we're both satisfied
that justice has been done.

- No comment.
reporter #1: Mr. Sifuentes--

Did you hear what I just said?
I have no comment, that's all.

[court murmuring]

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