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Come on, Hogan. Come on, Hogan.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Man 1: So did you talk to your
boss about you taking time?

Man 2: Yeah.

[knocking on door]

[door opens]

Victor.

Hi, Mark.

Can I come in for a second?

Well... Yeah, sure.

[dog barking]

[door shuts]

I'm sorry about the mess here.

I've got a trial starting
in the morning. Well, you...

- You know how it is.
- I just heard all about it.

Look, Mark,
I know this is last minute.

You shouldn't be trying
this case.

Yeah, why-- why is that, Victor?

Because any lawyer
who represents himself

has a fool for a client.

Health insurance law
is complicated.

I can't just trust
any attorney--

Trust me.

Yeah, well,
right now I can't afford you.

Well, you wouldn't have
to worry about that.

Hey, I don't need your charity.

You're gonna put
your evidence in with narrative?

Come on, Mark,
you need a lawyer.

I am a lawyer!
I'm still a good lawyer.

But you can't be objective here.
You're too close to the--

- I can be objective here.
- No, you can't. You have AIDS!

You need this drug, you have
a better chance of forcing

the insurance company's hand
with an independent lawyer.

This is a big case, Victor.
A lot of pressure will be--

I can handle it, and I can win.

I hope so.

You don't, then I'm a dead man.

[intense music]

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[theme music]

[music continues]

Alright, next up.

Jack, I see the calendar marked
"In re Rosalind Shays."

Yes, her will is finally ready
for probate.

Jack: I am reading it today,
11 o'clock.

Leland, plan to be there.
You're one of the takers.

- I am?
- You, her daughter, Susan Raab.

And her maid.

Maybe she left you her clients.

Arnie: Ha-ha...
Tommy: What is that?

That would be the electricians.

They'll be working in the crawl
space above our ceilings

this week, making repairs,
if they get too loud,

let me know, I'll hit
the landlord for a rebate.

Next up. Ann, what's happening
with the Suzanne Hamil murder?

Apparently, nothing.

The police still think
Suzanne killed Michael Walker

even though
she was found not guilty.

And they think
Corey's shooting of Suzanne

was justified self-defense.

Are we representing this kid?

I never said
I'd handle the case.

- I just agreed to listen.
- Nobody's been charged.

So there's no representation
needed.

The boy kills two people,
totally premeditated,

and nothing's gonna happen
to him.

Privilege is privilege.

None of us can say "boo."

Douglas: Lastly,
with the exodus of partners

Kuzak and Van Owen,
the partners convened last night

to elect a new partner,

which partnership
commences immediately

upon contribution of capital.

Let me preface this by saying

that all of you
are worthy candidates.

Ann: Who?
- Who?

- Abigail Perkins.
- What?

- Hold on a second.
- Well, Jonathan.

She's been here longer.
I don't think--

I'd like to say something, please.

It's about time.
Congratulations, Abby.

Tommy: Alright, Abby.

Douglas: And on that joyous note
we're adjourned.

Tommy: And well deserved.
- It's great.

[indistinct chatter]

- What's up?
- We just issued a warrant...

For the arrest
of Jeanette Walker.

What? For what?

For the murder of Suzanne Hamil

and for the murder
of her husband.

They're picking her up now.

But Corey said that
he shot Suzanne.

We think she was behind it.

We know that the same gun
was used in both shootings.

Zoey: The boy said he wrestled
it away from Suzanne

after she came to the house, but
there was no sign of a struggle.

So what do you think happened?

We think Jeanette set
Suzanne up.

The message unit shows
that she called her

an hour before she came over.

That's not a lot of facts, Zoe.

We know it was premeditated. We
can prove that.

It was too sophisticated
for a 13-year-old kid.

Jeanette had to have
masterminded it.

The prelim is tomorrow.
Are you representing her?

- I don't know.
- Well...

I just thought I would
apprise you of this in person.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

[door opens]

Jack: Evidently, she had it
sculpted a couple of weeks

before she, uh, misstepped.

About the same time
that she executed the new will.

She left this to me?

Well, it was supposed to be
ready for your birthday.

But they, uh, flared
the nostrils too much,

so she sent it back.

- Let's just do this, please.
Jack: Okay.

I'm going to skip through the
formal will and testament jargon

and just get right to it.

First off, the bust,

it goes to Leland.

Jack: "To Margarita, for your
extended kindness and service,

I bequeath $25,000."

"To my daughter,
Susan Shays Raab,

I leave $250,000,

to be used for the education
of my grandchildren."

"The rest and remainder
of my estate, including

all real and personal property,
I bequeath to Leland McKenzie."

Well, that can't be right.

No, it's right. I'm executor.

All fees and taxes
come from your share.

Jack: Well, that's it.
Probate shouldn't take long.

Um, disbursements could start
in three to six months.

About how much
is her estate worth?

Including the 500,000 she'll get
from the firm's insurance

for the elevator free fall,
3.6 million. Lucky you.

And how long have you had AIDS,
Mr. Gilliam?

I tested HIV positive
in December, 1985.

I became symptomatic
about a year ago.

Could you briefly describe
these symptoms for the court?

I'm dying.

[indistinct chatter]

Your doctors have given you
no hope?

N-- no, the-- the doctors
have given me hope.

My insurance company has blocked
the pursuit of that hope.

- Objection.
Baldwin: Sustained.

What treatment
have your doctors prescribed?

At first they put me on AZT,
but I became anemic.

So then they went for a drug
called DDC.

Mark: It's designed
to retard the AIDS virus

from spreading throughout
the blood cells.

Your doctors told you
that this would work?

No. No, but-- but they said
it could.

Mark: Human studies show
it has been effective.

[laughs] Why, I would certainly
like to try it.

Victor: But you can't?

I can't afford to.

My insurance company refuses

to cover the hospital
cost of the treatment

because they deem DDC
to be an experimental drug.

Hm, have you made it clear
to them

that this drug may be
your only chance for survival?

Very clear, their response is,
since it's not FDA-approved,

uh, they won't pay the cost
associated with taking it.

Victor: And do you have
any other means

of affording this treatment?

Mark: I haven't worked regularly
for about

a year, and I've expended

all of my savings
trying to get well.

This is supposed to be
what insurance is for.

Yes.

And, sir,
without this drug therapy,

what's your prognosis?

I've got, uh, th-- three months,
maybe four.

Thank you.
I have nothing further.

[indistinct chatter]

Billy: You're a lawyer,
aren't you, Mr. Gilliam?

[clears throat] Yes, I am.

So you certainly
understand the language

of your insurance policy,
do you not?

I understand the basic intent of
the contract, Mr. Castroverti.

Mark: In consideration
for my paying annual premiums,

they would take care of me
should I become ill.

I paid the annual premium--

I show you a copy

of your insurance policy

and ask that you read
the highlighted portion.

You highlighted that portion
with a fluorescent pen.

They bury it
in a boilerplate clause.

Billy: Could you read it, please?

[paper rustles]

[sighs]

"No coverage is provided

for services
which are experimental

or investigational in nature."

DDC treatment is experimental,
isn't it, sir?

That's an interpretation.
I think that--

The human studies are
incomplete. The FDA has not ap--

- It's my only hope.
- But it's experimental.

- How dare you hide behind that?
Baldwin: Mr. Gilliam.

I've paid your premiums
for 22 years.

I've listened to your jingles
on the radio where you sing out

about protection and security
in times of medical catastrophe.

I'm having a medical
catastrophe, Mr. Cashman!

I'm not looking
for some snake-oil therapy.

This is the best
medical therapy,

the best medical treatment
available.

And you won't help me
because of some footnote

in a standard rider
in your contract.

I hope you can live with that,
Mr. Cashman,

'cause I can't. I can't.

[breathing heavily]

[indistinct chatter]

[Arnie sighs]

When you said dinner, I thought
you meant pasta at Giorgio's.

Well, if this isn't okay,
we could go someplace else.

Nicky Blair's, Trumps,
wherever you want.

- No. This is fine.
- Good.

I, I want you
to be happy, Rox.

Alright, let's cut to it.

- What do you want?
- Want?

You're spending a fortune here.

It must be something
pretty important.

So why don't you just tell me
what it is

and get it out of the way?

It isn't that simple.
I-- I can't just blurt it out.

Haven't you learned anything
in therapy, Arnie?

You're supposed
to face things honestly

and not try to weasel
around them.

Dammit, Rox, this is tough.

I'm sorry.

I-- I made a major breakthrough
with Dr. Birch.

Arnie: We were, we were talking
about all the choices I make

and why I make them, we started
talking about all the women

in my life, all the beautiful,
sensual women,

and why they've abandoned me.

And he asked me if there was
ever a woman who didn't,

if there was ever one who was
there for me, even at my worst.

You know,
one who loved me for myself.

And I realized there was.

Corrinne.

You, Rox.
Dr. Birch made me see it.

Arnie: You're the woman
I should be with.

I beg your pardon?

Our time has come.

[indistinct chatter]

We can't continue to represent
Jeanette Walker.

- It's insane.
Jack: Why?

[sighs] Come on, Jack,
we just stood up

in open court and accused her
of being the killer.

We're gonna stand up
in court again

and say that she's innocent?

Jack: First off,
she is innocent.

- Second--
- Now wait a second.

What is Jeannette saying
to the police here?

The same thing, that Corey

killed Suzanne in self-defense.

Well, then
we can't represent her.

We know that's a lie.

We can't support perjury.

- Can I say something?
Leland: What?

If the real truth
ever gets out here,

this firm could take some heat.

Tommy: It's possible
the kid knew

he had a sure-fire
self-defense theory

when he decided
to whack Suzanne.

How could he know this? 'Cause
you, Ann Kelsey, told 'em.

"Suzanne Hamil
was a dangerous threat."

You went on record
with the police

saying Suzanne Hamil might
do harm.

- So?
Tommy: So?

Ann Kelsey was revealing
attorney-client

privileges when she talked
about threats,

and pouring the foundation
for self-defense in the process.

It may have helped
get our client killed.

Tommy: That gets out,
we are in big trouble.

- He's right.
- Oh, come on, Jack.

Tommy: I'm telling you,
right now the best thing

we could do to help Jeanette,
the kid and us

is to stop this train right now.

What are you suggesting?

Tommy: That we represent
Jeanette

at the prelim and that we put up
one hell of a fight.

Get this thing kicked
on Corey's self-defense.

If we shut this thing down now,
questions don't get asked.

- Nobody knows you screwed up.
- Hey, she didn't screw up.

We should put this whole thing
to bed right now.

Alright, hold on.

- You think you can win this?
- Yup.

- Then do it.
- Leland.

We don't have
many strong options, Ann.

So we're gonna bury the truth,
not to mention two murders,

'cause that's the best way
for us to cover our ass?

[sighs] Do it.

[knocking on door]

[door opens]

I've been thinking about
your proposition last night.

- It wasn't a proposition.
- I-- I realize...

You go through some
pretty weird periods in therapy,

but you and me, Arnie,
that's completely off the wall.

In the first place,
you're not a well man.

In the second place,
I've been in love with you,

a-- and I wouldn't wish that
on anybody.

In the third place,
not one shred of evidence exists

that we're even attracted
to each other.

If you have to go through phases
in order to be cured, fine.

I can be supportive.

But sex is not in this picture,
Arnie.

And if the subject
ever arouses, arises again,

I may have to talk to Douglas
about harassment.

[door opens]

Mr. Cashman,
if he doesn't get that drug,

Mark Gilliam will assuredly die.

My heart goes out to him.

But we have a duty
not to cover experimental drugs.

We're in the business
of protecting

everybody's medical needs.

Cashman: If we start funding
experimental

treatment of AIDS patients,

paying for every blind alley,

there'll be no money left.

Not only for AIDS,
but for any disease,

including the ones
that can be cured.

So when this man comes to you

and asks for his only chance
at a miracle, you tell him no?

I'm sorry, Mr. Gilliam.

We would love to enable
all our subscribers

to grasp at any...

We can't. We just can't.

Thank you, Mr. Cashman.
That's all I have.

Isn't it true, sir, that many
insurance companies, including

yours, have paid for Class C
experimental cancer drugs?

You're talking about
very specific exceptions.

Which are politically safer
to make?

Hey, don't tell me AIDS isn't

politically protected, counselor.

This state passed a law saying
we can't

pre-test applicants
for the HIV virus.

Now, we can pre-screen
for cancer, diabetes.

But we can't give
a simple blood test

to check for HIV.
That's political.

Yeah, but you found ways
to dance around

that blood-test law,
haven't you?

Victor: You exclude applicants
based on

demographic data
which suggest a gay profile.

We are being asked
to assume risks, couns--

If you get a single male
in certain professions,

like a florist
or an interior designer

or a hair-dresser, you deny
coverage. Isn't that right?

- This is totally irrelevant!
- It is not irrelevant.

This company discriminates
against gays,

it discriminates against AIDS,
it is discriminating today.

Cashman: That's an outright lie!
- Officer, strike that speech.

We cover AIDS patients.
We paid for his AZT.

We just won't pay
for unproven drugs!

I have four clinical studies
here

which show
that DDC might be effective!

And those same clinical studies
show that it might not be.

But why not give Mr. Gilliam

the benefit of the doubt,
Mr. Cashman?

Your subscriber is dying here.

Why not give him the benefit
of the doubt?

It's fiscal responsibility, counselor.

- We have to make choices.
- Do you flip a coin?

Or you just decide to eliminate
everybody with AIDS?

We eliminate people
we can't save, you understand?

It doesn't matter
how much money we spend on him,

he is still gonna die!

[indistinct chatter]

Thanks. Uh, thank you
for coming. I, I just...

I just couldn't leave things
the way they were after the--

It wasn't a surprise,
Mr. McKenzie.

In fact, I expected
to be cut out completely.

You and Rosalind,
you never made up.

We tried, but she was never
really comfortable

around me or my kids.

We were all just going through
the motions. So we stopped.

Well, still,
her death must've been a shock.

There was really no need
for this meeting, Mr. McKenzie.

I am not gonna contest the will,
so you don't have to worry.

Oh, that's not it. No.

No, when your mother made out
that will, she was assuming

I had feelings for her,
which I didn't have.

I feel as though
her money came to me by fraud.

And I wanted to talk to you
about the possibility

of a more equitable
distribution.

- I don't want it.
- I beg your pardon?

The only thing I ever
really wanted from my mother

was a little time. [sighs]

When I was nine years old,
I had my first ballet recital.

She had a client,

and the client had a party that
night that was more important.

Susan: That is my sole memory
of my mother, Mr. McKenzie.

It comes
in a thousand shapes and sizes,

but it's always the same.

She was never there.

She may have wanted to be,
very much.

Yeah, I...

Look,
I-- I'm just as much to blame.

I bailed out
on the relationship, too.

Now we're even.

You made her happy.

That was more than...

Well, we-- we couldn't do that
for each other.

[sighs]

French: There was no sign
of a forced entry.

If they were really afraid
of this woman,

why wasn't that front door
locked?

So you think
the victim was let in?

Well, it couldn't have happened
the way they said.

There was no sign of a struggle.

Victim's clothing
wasn't even torn.

Uh, she was shot from a range
of four to six feet.

This is not a gun that went off
during a physical encounter.

Anything else, detective?

Yes, the message units show

that Suzanne Hamil received
a phone call from that house

an hour before she was murdered,

suggesting to us
that the victim was set up.

Thank you, Detective French.

Lot of opinions.

Do you have any evidence
to trace

the gun to Jeanette Walker?

Well, guns are hard to trace.

Any evidence of gunshot residue
on Jeanette's hands?

French: We know
the boy fired the gun.

We contend
that she orchestrated it.

Can you offer any facts to
back up this conspiracy theory?

- We will.
- You will?

I have nothing further
for this witness, judge.

I'd like to put my own witness
on the stand.

Lobel: Two o'clock tomorrow.

Tommy: The whole thing's a joke.

They couldn't
make a case on Suzanne,

now they're coming after
Jeanette.

They lose here, look out.

They could be arresting
some of you.

Why did Jeanette come to you?

We got nothing to say right now.

- No comments, please.
- Here, Ms. Walker.

[indistinct chatter]

So what happens now?
Do I testify?

Oh, no. See...

- We can't put you up there.
- Why not?

'Cause you're gonna say that
your son killed her

in self-defense,
which we know is a lie.

We can't put you up
knowing you're gonna lie. No.

We have broken enough rules
to last us a while.

You're the one who's testifying.

- Me? I'm not gonna lie.
- Don't have to.

You just say you heard Suzanne
make the threat, which is true.

You say that you thought
she might do harm

to the boy, which is true.

You say the victim was a nutcase
who they had

every reason to be afraid of,
which is true.

And I'd be contributing
to a self-defense

theory which I know isn't true.

Ann, there's no rule
against giving

a wrong impression
so long as you tell the truth.

Why can't we just go
with what really happened,

argue insanity for Corey?

- No! They'll lock him up!
- Jeanette.

I've gotta get him help,
for God sakes, I can't let him

get stuck in a youth authority
until he's old enough

to go to jail, if we can
get him off on self-defense,

then that's what I wanna do.

What happens if we lose
in this prelim?

- You'll be on trial for a mur--
- I don't care!

- Better that--
- I care!

If he goes to jail, his
life will be over.

You yourself said
that we had a better chance

with self-defense than insanity,
so that's what I wanna go with.

I'm not letting him go to jail.
I won't risk it.

Tommy: Ann, if you're strong
up there, we can get this kicked

right now. Their case stinks.

If you nail it,
we're home free, all of us.

[indistinct chatter]

[instrumental music]

[door opens]

[indistinct chatter]

Okay, no consent to coverage,

but we'll pay you 140,
lumped and sealed.

That'll pay
for the DDC treatment.

- No. I want the judgment.
- Mark.

No, Victor. They're just looking
to send me away quietly.

I want an admission
of policy coverage.

That's not gonna happen.

Then I guess the trial goes on.

Look, I'm trying
to help you here.

No, you're just looking
to help yourself.

All you care about
is being a martyr!

And all you care about
is making money, Mr. Cashman.

Cashman: That isn't true.
- Yes, it is true.

That's what the insurance
industry is about, profit.

Every time there's a public push

for a national
healthcare system,

the insurance industry
bands together

and lobbies Congress against it,

arguing that the private sector
should bear

the full responsibility
for the nation's health.

- Look, Mr. Gilliam--
Mark: No, you look.

Five years ago I was a healthy,
well-paid lawyer

and you were on my doorstep.

Now I'm ill, Mr. Cashman.

I'm broke.
And where the hell are you?

We're right here,
making you an offer.

- Yeah. Your offer's rejected.
- Mark.

[door opens]

[paper rustling]

[footsteps approaching]

[indistinct chatter]

- We have to talk.
- We have talked, Arnie.

There's nothing more to say.

I was being totally honest with
you and you know it.

That's what scares you.

What's really going on is
you're afraid

to face your own feelings.

That's ridiculous.

You've hid them
just like I have.

We worked side by side all these
years and never realized

what was keeping us together.

We are not together.

What I'm saying is
maybe we should be.

Look, I'm just as scared
as you are, Rox. I'm terrified.

But this is too important
to let that get in the way.

What's too important?

You are.

We are.

Did you mean
what you said yesterday,

about not being attracted to me?

I don't know.

Are you attracted to me?

I don't know.

Maybe...

we should see.

Did you feel anything?

I'm not sure. Did you?

I'm sweating.

Well, let's try another one.

Hm...

And Suzanne Hamil told you this
in the witness room?

Just before the verdict came in.

She talked about
how Corey should be with her,

that it was
some kind of destiny.

And what did you take that
to mean?

It struck me as an extension
of her obsessions.

Did you tell anybody this?

Yes, I told Jeanette Walker
and I told the police.

Tommy: Well, your revealing
that, it was a violation

of attorney-client privilege.

An attorney is permitted
to reveal a client confidence

to prevent
imminent physical harm.

And you believed Suzanne Hamil,
your own client,

was about to commit
serious physical harm

against Jeanette Walker
or her son?

I felt that
there was a danger, yes.

And, Ms. Kelsey, knowing
your client the way you did,

and I won't ask you to reveal
any privileged information,

but knowing her the way you did,

did you consider her capable
of deadly physical violence?

- Absolutely.
Tommy: Thank you.

Nothing further.

[indistinct chatter]

Ms. Kelsey, in addition to being

an objective witness
in today's proceedings,

you are also now an attorney for

Jeanette and Corey Walker,
isn't that right?

There's no conflict since

truthful testimony serves
my client.

And you would never mislead
a court with false statements.

- Would you?
- No, I wouldn't.

Well, then when you stood up in
the Suzanne Hamil trial

and said that Jeanette Walker

was the person
that murdered her husband...

- Were you being truthful?
- Objection.

- That has no relevance here.
Zoey: I wanna know...

If that's the truth or
if this witness will say things

she doesn't believe to be true.

I was an advocate
in the Suzanne Hamil trial.

Are you saying,
as an advocate, you would

make statements
you knew to be false?

I'm saying that, as a lawyer,
my obligation was to do

whatever I legally could
to get my client off.

As a witness,
my obligation is to the truth.

And here today, as you sit
as both a lawyer and a witness,

which obligation
are you fulfilling?

I'm fulfilling both,
Ms. Clemmons.

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

I can get 'em up to 175.
That'll--

It's not about the money,
Victor. No.

I think you should get off
the horse, Mark.

There's a bigger picture
at stake here.

Yeah, I think you see
all those people

sitting in that courtroom,
a-- and you're feeling a,

a, a responsibility that
nobody's expecting you to bear.

The drug is a longshot,
my friend.

Like they say, there's no real
evidence that it'll do anything.

It might prolong your life.

There is evidence
to support that.

I'm surprised at you, counselor.

A good lawyer
makes judgments about

what his lawsuit
can or cannot achieve.

T-- this case, it can accomplish
autonomy for AIDS patients.

What it cannot do is cure me.

A good lawyer
has to take into account

the probable consequences
of his course of action

and make decisions based on
probabilities. You know that.

Last year
you stood in that courtroom

and you said, "To a dying man,

three months is a lifetime."

This drug, it could give you
a week, it can give you a month.

Maybe it can give even a year!

Come on, Mark.

Let me take that offer. Okay?

The client does not
authorize you to accept it.

You're being crazy here.
Now, there's no--

The client does not
authorize you to accept it.

Now, you wanted to be my lawyer,
fine, be my lawyer.

But you do what I tell you,
Victor. You do what I tell you.

Abby: I'm not sure
I understand this.

I defected to Michael's firm,

and instead of retaliation,
you make me a partner.

And now you're offering to waive
my capital contribution?

I thought a lot about
what happened with Michael.

Ah, I could have cared more
for the people here

and maybe less for the firm.
It's true with Michael.

- It's definitely true with you.
- It wasn't all your fault.

No, no. I have to accept
the part that was.

Not letting people know
you care.

And time can go by in here...

[screaming]

[groaning]

Roxanne: Oh! Uh...
- What?

- Arnold?
- Oh.

- What in God's name?
Arnie: I was, I was...

I was working
with the electricians.

- Oh, me, too.
- I-- I...

I took off my pants because
I, I was crawling around

and I didn't wanna soil 'em.

- Me, too.
- What the hell happened?

Nothing! Nothing happened,
Douglas, nothing happened.

Roxanne: We were, we were
helping the electricians.

Oh, no! You've broken Roz.

[Roxanne gasps] Oh, oh.

[traffic bustling]

Lobel: I don't mind telling you,
Ms. Clemmons,

I've got serious doubts here
about your ability

to prove guilt
beyond reasonable doubt.

There's nothing tying the gun
to the defendant.

There's nothing to support
the alleged conspiracy

between the boy and his mother.

I don't much like wasting
taxpayers' money

on foregone conclusions.

But I cannot deny that probable
cause at least does exist.

I have no choice,
therefore, but to order

the defendant
bound over for trial.

Your Honor,
request to be heard in chambers.

Lobel: What's going on?
- Oh, God. Ann.

I need to be heard
in chambers now.

- Ann.
- Please, Your Honor.

Woman 1: I don't know.

- What's this about?
- Corey Walker shot Suzanne.

- Ann.
- Not in self-defense.

- It was premeditated.
- Ann, stop this.

- He also shot his father.
- Ann--

God's sakes, how
can you do this?

Ann: I can't.
- Hold on.

I went there that night.

The boy told me what happened.

Attorney-client privilege. You--

Quiet, please.

The boy told you after
you agreed to be their lawyer?

- Yes. I don't care anymore.
- Oh, boy.

You hear me?
I don't care about privilege.

You're about to go on trial
for something you didn't do.

Ann: A 13-year-old boy killed
two people.

He should be getting
psychiatric help, and he's not!

- Counsel.
- No, Your Honor.

I've stopped playing by
the rules.

If the rules can result in this,
then I want out.

Disbar me,
do whatever you have to do.

I am not staying quiet
any longer.

- Your Honor, if--
- No, I'm taking over now.

Mr. Mullaney,
let me do the talking.

In the interest of justice,
I'm dismissing the claim

against Jeanette Walker.

Ms. Clemmons,

you can bring the boy up
on charges if you want,

but I'm telling you right now,
Ms. Kelsey's inside information

is totally excluded
by attorney-client privilege.

Given that you have
no real evidence,

I strongly suggest
that you work something out.

Lobel: Now, Ms. Kelsey,

I'm reporting your actions
to the State Bar.

As of now, you're their problem,
not mine.

Lobel: You be there,
11 o'clock tomorrow morning.

[door opens]

Excuse me.

Excuse me, I-- I was told

Attorney Victor Sifuentes
came in here.

Yeah, he's in the back
in Judge Armand's chambers.

Do-- do you know what for?

No. It seemed a little
on the QT.

I think he's settling some case
or something.

It's not one of Armand's,
though. I know. I'm his clerk.

Thank you.

[door opens]

What the hell is going on here,
Victor?

What is going on here?

We're getting married, Mark.
What are you doing here?

Oh, my. [chuckles]

I'm sorry. I-- I thought...
I'm sorry.

God. I just had sudden visions
of a gorilla suit.

Forgive me. Forgive me.
I'm very sorry.

No, no. A-- as long as you're
here, we could use a witness.

Armand: Come in, counsel.

Come on,
stand on the bride's side.

I hate to be rude,
but I've got a pretrial

scheduled in seven minutes.

- Oh.
- Okay, go ahead.

Uh, ahem, you left off with,

I, Victor, take thee Grace.

Armand: Oh, yes.

I, Victor, take thee, Grace...

I, Victor, take...

[chuckles]

...take thee, Grace.

Armand: ...to be
my lawfully wedded wife.

...to be
my lawfully wedded wife.

Armand: I, Grace,
take thee, Victor...

I, Grace, take thee, Victor...

...to be my lawfully
wedded husband.

...to be
my lawfully wedded husband.

Are you sure?

Very, very sure.

Well, she has this habit of
changing her mind about things.

Objection. Move to strike.

She's not gonna
change her mind about this.

Well, even if you do,
it's too late.

Armand: By the powers
vested in me as a judge,

I herefore declare you
to be husband and wife.

Life sentence, no parole.

[both laughing]

Well, kiss her.

[instrumental music]

Armand: May God bless your
lives with happiness and love

forever and ever and ever after.

Amen.

[music continues]

Victor: Insurance companies
pay for

experimental cancer treatments
all the time,

'cause cancer,
it threatens good people.

But AIDS, look who it's killing.

Drug users, prostitutes,
gay men. That's their disease.

Why should we spend all of
our money trying to save them?

Victor: Your Honor, by the end
of the decade, over 20 million

people are going to have
the AIDS virus.

And the leading cause of it
will probably be

sexual transmission
between heterosexuals.

Like it or not,
it's our disease.

And it's killing
very good people.

Yesterday, Your Honor,
I, uh, got married.

I'm going to be a father
in about seven months.

And I, I have all of these hopes
and fears.

All of us, we have to be
afraid of getting ill

because we live in a country
that trusts a private industry

to care for its sick.

Victor: And that industry cares
only about making money.

When one of its subscribers
fall ill, even deathly ill,

they don't call doctors,
they call lawyers

to search the contracts
for exclusions.

Today Mark Gilliam is dying.

There's a drug out there that
could help him. It might not.

But all of his doctors say
it's his best chance.

The defendant says,

"Bad business sense to try.
To try."

So now he comes here to you.

They all have families.

Sitting out there are brothers,

sisters, children, parents.

These are human beings.
And we're just letting them die.

Fiscal common sense.

Free enterprise.

Let 'em die.

We'd save everybody if we could.

But insurance companies,
like any business,

and, yes, it is a business, have
a limited amount of resources.

Billy: And like any business,
they have to look

for some return
on their expenditures.

They can't save Mr. Gilliam,

no matter how much they spend.

They could try, of course, they
could exhaust all their funds

trying to get this person well.

Billy: And then they'd have
nothing left.

When the patient
in need of a transplant

asks for a new heart,
he won't get it.

The woman
with the brain tumor, sorry.

All these lives
that could be saved won't be

because the insurance company
depleted all its assets

trying to prolong the lives
of those who can't be cured.

Tough choices, Your Honor.

Insurance companies have
to make extremely tough choices.

In order to protect all of us,

they have to tell
some people no.

That's little consolation
for Mark Gilliam.

I know.

You could have landed in
a client's lap, for God's sakes.

It was irresponsible.
It was stupid!

Leland,
we were temporarily insane.

Leland: I realize you've been
under a lot of stress, Arnold,

but that kind of behavior
in the ceiling

was not the way to relieve it!

And as for you,
I thought you knew better.

- We're sorry.
- You're sorry?

You come crashing down
on Rosalind's head, crushing it,

and you're sorry?

[door opens]

I am so ashamed!

Rox, it was all my fault.

You did it, Arnie.
You played me like a violin.

You got exactly what you wanted.
And I let you!

What? Oh...

You think the ceiling is all
I was after?

Oh, now comes the part where you
tell me it was too traumatic,

or it felt like
being with your sister

or you're just not ready
for a relationship yet.

- I'm not gonna say that.
- Oh, good!

I at least deserve
something original.

Oh, okay, how about this?

I know this is a terrible way
to start things off between us,

but I'm still willing to try.

- If you are.
- Excuse me?

You're a bright,
attractive woman

who I'd like to go out with,

if you'd like to go out with me.

[chuckles] Tha...

- That's completely crazy.
- I know.

But I really want this.

Maybe we could, uh,
just try it for a while

and, uh, see.

That's all I ask.

You're not gonna get
a conviction and you know it.

- Two premeditateds, Tommy.
- You can't prove it.

Attorney-client privilege
stops--

I can get independent evidence.

But you don't got any yet.

And even if you scratch
something up,

we'll just go with incapacity.

The kid saw his father with
a woman not his mother.

- He flipped.
- I can get him committed.

- I can get him off the streets.
- Hey, come on.

You know me.
Sweetheart, I'm not gonna--

You can skip the spousal
intimacy. I won't bite.

Fair enough.
From lawyer to lawyer.

We both know
you got an impossible case

here, we know this.

So let's just do something
to leave the situation

a little better off
than when we found it. Hm?

[traffic bustling]

I can certainly understand

any insurance company's
unwillingness

to fund experimental
radical treatment,

especially where proven
medical options are available.

But when there is
only one option,

and the doctors
are recommending that option,

how can you even consider
denying coverage

based
on the exclusionary language

in the fine print of a contract?

Your Honor, the option
you're talking about

hasn't been approved
by the FDA. Its--

Uh, I don't give a damn
about the FDA.

Baldwin: They're not even
doctors.

The FDA is a government agency.

People die
waiting for government agencies

to take action.

He paid you a premium.

You promised to cover him
if he got sick,

no matter what disease
he got sick with.

That's the spirit
of this contract.

Mr. Cashman,
I am holding you to it.

Judgment for plaintiff.
That's all.

[indistinct chatter]

[laughs]
Wow.

Uh, I never thought
it could happen.

Me neither. Congratulations.

You stuck it out and you won.

Thank you, Victor. You really...

Thanks.

Come.

[indistinct chatter]

Fine.

[door opens]

- How's it going?
- Good, good.

I think it went fine, I think

we'll get off with just a slap.

Ann: He's back there deciding.

Oh, I just came from Zoey's.

We pled Corey out on
two counts of voluntary juvies,

so he'll be going to security
camp with psychiatric help.

Thank God for that, huh?

[door opens]

Clerk: All rise.

[door shuts]

Alright, you may be seated.

Tytell: Ms. Kelsey,
I'm impressed with

your unflinching
sense of morality.

The breaching of the privilege
with Suzanne Hamil

was admittedly arguable.

But with Jeanette Walker
it was inexcusable.

And while I'm aware
that our legal code of ethics

sometimes runs
in the face of human decency,

lawyers can never be allowed
to run in the face of that code.

Tytell: Given the severity
of your violations,

it is my decision
that you hereby be suspended

from the practice of law
for a period of three months.

- Three months? Are you nuts?
Ann: Stuart.

- Who are you?
- Stuart Markowitz.

I'm her husband,
as well as a member of the bar.

I'll ask you to take your seat.

She did the moral thing,
for God sakes.

You just suspended her
for three months

for having a conscience.

You insult
our entire profession.

Tytell: You can keep your wife
company for the first week.

You're suspended for seven days.

- Objection!
- You can't suspend me for that.

- I just did.
- You self-righteous...

Fat-ass Rotarian windbag.

- Oh, my...
- You hit a month at fat ass.

Windbag brought you
to five weeks.

- You wanna keep going?
- No, Your Honor.

Uh, five weeks is a nice, round
number. We will stop there.

Let's all
just have a lovely day.

[traffic bustling]

Thank you. Uh...

Have you, uh, decided where

you're going on your honeymoon?

- Bermuda.
- Cabo San Lucas.

- Bermuda.
- Cabo.

[laughs] What?

We figured it out.

We just don't agree on it.

Luckily, we're in no rush.

Well, there is time.

Yeah.

So what do they say
about DDC? The doctors.

Oh, some of them
are very optimistic.

That's good. Right?
That's good.

Listen to those.

Some are... very optimistic.

You know, I-- I always thought
I'd be living...

right up until I was dead.

But that's not how it is
with AIDS.

I-- in the end, you're dying.

You, uh...

Ah, almost forgot.

A little present
for the happy couple.

Oh, come on, Mark.
You shouldn't have done that.

- Yes, he should.
Mark: Are you kidding?

After you went to such lengths

to invite me to your wedding?

You know something? I'm really
glad it was you who was there.

Grace: Me, too.
- Yeah.

Well, I gotta get home.

I gotta get on those drugs,
you know?

Damned insurance company,
they're gonna

probably make me fill out
a zillion forms.

I'll keep in touch.

You better.

[indistinct chatter]

[laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

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