All language subtitles for Law and order S17E13 - Talking Points

the people are represented
by two separate

yet equally important groups--

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

[crowd chanting]
Two, three, four!

Barlow is a right wing whore.

One, two, three, four.
Barlow is a right wing whore.

One, two, three, four.
Barlow is a right wing whore.

One, two, three, four...

If you're asking me
about the swing voters--

who, by the way,
I prefer to call them

the cretin block--

[scattered laughter]

I think anyone who has
managed to live 18 years

without forming an opinion has,
by definition,

waived his right
to have a voice

in the management
of the country.

[light applause]

So you're suggesting
all citizens

shouldn't have
the right to vote?

I'm saying that
for the process

to have
any legitimate meaning,

a modicum of intelligence

in the electorate
is necessary.

(man)
In other words...

some people are more equal
than others.

Hmm.

When Mr. Sperm says hello
to Ms. Egg,

everybody's equal.

After that,
things change.

People become less equal,

mostly due to the choices
that they make.

Sounds like a hypocrite's
justification for racism.

(all)
Yeah!

Hypocrisy is fighting
to keep religion out of politics

except when
the Reverend Sharpton

is running for office.

Hypocrisy is treating those
who believe in a Higher Being

as being mentally deficient,

except when Bill Maher

is kissing the Reverend
Jesse Jackson's butt

on national television.

Hypocrisy is the utter
moral indignation displayed

at the taking of human life

while dismissing it
as irrelevant

when it comes
to partial birth abortions

and embryonic
stem cell research.

Bitch!

Which brings us
to the feminist problem.

You know,
you're just making my point.

We have a feminist problem.

[shouting]

People, please!

[shouting]

[gunshot]

[screaming]

(Wong)
Well, your guy had good aim

or the victim
had bad luck.

One shot--boom!
Punctured the heart.

Looks like a large caliber.

What was he, like, 19?

(man)
Next month.

His name is Jason Miles.

He just started
his sophomore year.

Jimmy Morgan.

So...
how's life outta the bag?

It's all right.

You know, I been meaning to
call you at your new precinct.

Well, maybe I'll answer.

What do you know?

Ah, it was a mob scene.

Everybody ran
when they heard the shot.

Is that
who I think it is?

Judith Barlow?

Up close, personal,

and a lot hotter
than on the tube.

And them?

Barlow's bodyguards.

Their weapons
have been checked.

Both magazines
are fully loaded.

No signs
of recent discharge.

Voucher 'em for me

and get 'em over
to ballistics, will you?

And by the way,

I have a cell phone too,
you know.

(Green)
And your lecture tour

takes you to other venues
like
this?

Colleges.

The last bastion
of free speech and thought...

as long as you say
and think the party line.

You know,
I think they threw a tea party

for Hugo Chavez here
last month...

and a parade
for Cindy Sheehan.

It's funny
how those preaching tolerance

turn out to be
the least tolerant of all.

Right.

Can you tell us
what happened?

I've got a ten year-old niece

who can't even tell you
who the vice president is.

But she sure as hell
can put a condom on a banana

in two seconds flat.

Yeah, the whole world's going
to hell. It's a damn
shame.

You know what else
is a damn
shame?

There's a dead kid ten feet away
from you and you're--

Well, that wouldn't
have happened

if Rudy still ran
the city.

Officer,
take those two in.

Take her too.

[under breath]
No wonder they call her

"the most hated bitch
in
America."

You mean "woman," right?

No, I mean "bitch."

give a liberal a gun.

He'll shoot himself.

There's a reason
for gun control.

Oh, boy, I thought I'd
at least get a Cheney joke.

Call me crazy,

but if someone tried
to kill me,

I think I'd take it
a bit more seriously.

Look I'm sure you're very good
at what you do,

but I really don't think
this had anything to do with me.

The left's been castrated
by the church of Phil Donahue.

They don't carry weapons.

Hell, they won't even play
dodge ball for God sakes.

So why the bodyguards?

To protect my clothes...

ever since
the Harvard scholars decided

to conduct political debate
with their dessert.

I've got drinks with Rush.

Detective, I, um...

I wanted to apologize
if I came off rude before.

That's my cell.

(Cassady)
Looks like someone's
a little sweet on Eddie.

I would rather have
root canal.

What do we have
on the body?

Crime scene's still searching
the
auditorium

and the surrounding grounds
for a gun.

The bullet was a .45.
Both bodyguards carry .38s.

Well, that leaves us
with 500 or so members

of the audience.

(Green)
You know what?

Maybe we're looking
at this wrong.

Maybe the shooter
was after Jason Miles

and he was using the mob scene
as a distraction.

I got news for you, Ed.

You agree with Judith Barlow
more than you think.

Why don't we see

if Jason Miles
had any enemies?

[crying]
I met Jason on the first day
of freshman week.

And we were together
ever since.

I can't believe
this is happening.

What about you?

Jason never mentioned
any problems with anyone.

No offense, but...
you seem a little old

to be hanging out
with
sophomores.

What's your story?

I'm Malcolm Yates.
I'm a PhD candidate.

Jason used to volunteer
in the bio lab where I work.

He thought it would help
with med school.

Mal was like his mentor.

Did Jason have words
with anybody at the Barlow talk?

Well, we weren't there.

None of this would've happened

if he didn't take
that damn course.

[under breath]
Professor's a fraud.

What professor?

Kevin Gray.

Teaches Modern
Political Thought.

Gets the kids all riled up.

Jason became obsessed

with how the right wing
is screwing up the country.

And that's
why he went to see Barlow?

Well, yeah.
Gray organized the protest.

I mean, the whole class
was expected to go.

But he swore
that he would meet us

up at Mal's apartment
afterwards

for pizza
and the Knicks game.

Panopticon.

Sorry,
don't speak French.

It's from the Greek.

A prison where a single guard
can see all the prisoners

all the time
from a single spot.

That's what we've become.

This entire country
is one big prison,

only the guards
are using wiretaps,

warrantless searches,
and torture.

That's really interesting,
but--

Big Brother is watching, man.

And his name is George.

So what does the porcine patrol
want from me?

That, I understand.

You just became a real pain
in the ass.

And proud of it.

But this is America,

where even a pain in the ass
has the unfettered right

to speak his mind,

Frau Barlow and the Reich
notwithstanding.

Okay, what do you know
about the shooting?

I know
the wrong person died.

Meaning Judith Barlow?

Tokyo Rose
in a designer dress.

Her bosses preach
war and hate,

and she sells it with a smile
and a little cleavage.

I'll make this very simple
for you.

My students are morally opposed
to violence.

Let me make this simple
for you.

We need a list of the students
that were at the lecture.

No problem.

I'll have my secretary
get that for you.

If there's nothing else--

Listen, Professor.

Any other groups on campus
that may not agree

with your little point
of view?

You mean, you think someone was
deliberately aiming at Jason?

(Cassady)
Well, we're porcine.

Remember? We have to sniff
all around the pen.

Well, there was some trouble

at our pro-Palestinian march
last month.

Things...got a little
outta
hand.

(student)
Pro-Palestinian my ass!

It was an anti-Israel march!

You wanna know the worst?

That professor was born
Kevin Gray Lefkowitz.

Well, he actually struck me
as more of

a "blame America"
kind of
guy.

The only reason
that they blame America

is because they think it's run

by a cabal
of Jewish capitalists

whose only loyalty is
to the vast Zionist conspiracy.

Here.
Let me show you something.

[crowd protesting
on computer]

Some of the Jewish kids
took exception

to Gray's
little demonstration.

[crowd shouting]

Free Palestine!
Free Palestine!

[more shouting]

Wait, stop.
Go back.

That's Jason Miles beating
on that kid.

(student)
His name's Danny O'Toole.

Well, maybe the shooting
was payback.

O'Toole's not a Jewish name.

Danny's an
Evangelical Christian.

Funny thing is,

they actually care more
about Israel

than most of the Jews
on this campus.

Go figure.

God gave Israel
to the Jewish people.

And Christians have
a biblical duty to protect it.

Even if you get your ass kicked
in the process?

Well, small price to pay.

The prophets predict

that enemy armies will invade
the Holy
Land.

And at the final
confrontation--

At Armageddon.

Very good.

Six years of Sunday school.

Then you know the final battle
will
precipitate

the second coming
of
Christ.

Wait.
Hold on a second.

That's like a fancy way
of saying

your personal battle started
with Professor Gray's march

and ended Friday night
at the Barlow talk

with a bullet
in Jason Miles's back.

"Vengeance belongeth to me,"
saith the Lord.

That sounds great
on paper,
but--

I wasn't at Barlow's speech,
Detective.

I was with Pastor Stevens,
working the soup kitchen.

(Pastor Stevens)
That's right.
Danny was with me.

No offense, Pastor,

but if you're covering
for him--

I know it's not a sin--
but it's definitely a crime.

We're just a little curious.

Jason Miles beats the hell
out of Danny O'Toole.

A month later,

Jason ends up with a bullet
in his back.

You might not be able
to comprehend
this,

but we actually believe
in turning the other cheek.

Does that include
not pressing charges

for the attack?

Danny and I debated
whether to go to the police.

But we decided against it.

I don't think my cheek
would turn that far.

Well, mine didn't either.

Until Jason's girlfriend,
Kirsten,

convinced me otherwise.

She said a criminal record
would ruin his chances

of getting
into medical school.

Nothing like forgiveness.

The deal was
Jason had to work

every Tuesday
and Friday night

8:00 to 12:00
in our soup kitchen

for the rest
of the semester.

The Barlow talk
was on Friday night.

That's right.

Kirsten showed up
at the kitchen alone.

She said Jason
wasn't feeling well.

(Green)
Kirsten told us that she was
with that grad student Yates,

watching the Knicks,
eating pizza,

waiting for Jason
to show
up.

Yeah, why would she lie
about being p kitchen?

To protect Yates.

She's sticking to her story.

Ain't no chance in France
she's telling the
truth.

We're figuring
it's a love triangle,

and Yates got tired
of sharing.

What'd he say?

We're hoping a little leverage
will loosen his lips.

As in a warrant.

Well, if we can get
into his apartment,

we might be able
to find something.

She lied and you wanna search
his
place?

It's a shame.
What is?

That we have
a damn Constitution.

[phone rings]

I'll tell you what, Jimmy.
I'll call you,
okay?

Let's hope Yates is
as aggressive as your boy there.

He is not my boy...

yet.

Look, when you get lucky,

your buddies usually hear
all the dark and dirties,

am I right?
Oh, please!

All I'm saying is

even a science geek has
gotta have a couple of buds.

(Green)
So you two are pretty close?

If you mean drinking
the same rotten coffee

at 2:00 AM out of
thsame unwashed pot,

yeah.

Peas in a pod.

Thing is, I'm neurology.
Mal's cytology.

Ne'er the twain shall meet.

Did he ever talk to you
about Kirsten?

Who?

Kirsten,
his girlfriend.

She's a cute blonde,
about this tall.

She probably came
around a lot.

I might be
a science geek,

but that
I would've noticed.

What about phone calls?

You ever take a message
from a girl?

Yeah, his mom called once.

Something about
grandma's birthday.

Look, I don't know who's been
giving you your information,

but Malcolm Yates is not

what you would call
a ladies' man.

I mean, first off,
he couldn't afford it.

He had to borrow
rent money.

Second, the only meaning
of "boy and girl"

he ever thinks about
occurs in a petri dish.

Like cloning?

He's not trying to duplicate
his dead Dalmatian, Dolly,

if that's
what you're thinking.

He's creating human embryos.

To harvest their stem cells.

Change the world.

I've heard Barlow rail
against stem
cells.

That would give Yates a reason
to be at the
scene.

It's all a little spooky
if you ask me.

Well, we're not exactly talking
about Boys From Brazil
here.

Yeah, I know,
I'm just saying

I can see how reasonable people
might disagree--

Reasonable morons.

I really wish you'd learn
to speak your mind, Ed.

Well, you try explaining
to your dad every Sunday

you're not the neighbor's kid
Frankie the
accountant.

Then you can talk to me.

Your dad has Alzheimer's?

Yeah. Listen.

Friday,
before we got the call,

I was watching
the Knicks game.

How'd they do?

My point is, it was only
on cable sports package.

Now, how does a starving
college student

who has to beg for rent money
afford that?

Thank you very much.

Ed.

Hey, you want a hot cup
of black disappointment?

I don't think so.

That was the cable company.

They just confirmed

they shut off Yates's cable
two months ago

after he missed
three months of payments.

Two friends of the deceased
lying to us.
Mm-hmm.

That oughta convince

Judge "I'll Sign Anything"
Barsky.

Guess the maid forgot
to come this week.

He's in what,
like, the 17th grade?

I'd figure he knows enough
to toss the weapon.

I can't get in!

Let's just take it.
We got our own geeks.

Detectives, look at this.

In the medicine chest,

right behind
the bottle of Scope.

Oh.

.45s.

Just like the one
that killed Jason.

Looks like they hold off
on ammo tossing

till the 18th grade.

Why would I kill Jason?

(Cassady)
One girl, two guys.

Must've been a real pain
in the ass,

sneaking around behind
Jason's back all the time.

You wanted her
all to yourself.

You think
Kirsten and me--

No way.

Jason was my friend.

What about Kirsten?
She was Jason's friend.

Then why'd she lie
about being with you?

It's the truth!

Oh, so it's Pastor Stevens
who's the big
liar.

(Cassady)
Wow.

We're gonna be here
for a while.

Can I get you something?

A soda, cup of coffee?

So what happens next?

Detective Pantyline give him
a mani-pedi and a massage?

What's your problem
with female police officers?

Nothing personal,

but last year
down in Atlanta

that animal wrestles a firearm
from a female
guard

and shoots both her
and the judge.

I doubt
that would've happened

if the, uh, guard shaved
every morning before work,

and I don't mean
under his pits.

Do you talk like this
in public?

I like you.

This is me
being polite.

Let's go.

I don't wanna talk
to her.

(Van Buren)
She wants to talk
to you.

Go ahead, Ms. Barlow.

Tell Mr. Yates your feelings

on embryonic
stem cell research.

You mean, how if it had
any validity whatsoever,

the corporate world would be
all over it

quicker than pigs
on crap?

Or how when rats are treated

with embryonic stem cells

they end up with brain cancer?

That's a lie.

Your work's just a con job

to extort money
from the public,

exceeded in its mendacity

only by
the three-card monte game

played by
the global warming crowd.

Once again,

words have failed
the intellectual left.

It should've been you
and not Jason!

Arrest him.

Get him down.

vs. Yates, Malcolm P.

Charge is
Murder in the Second Degree.

Thank you.

Bernie Adler for the defense,
Your Honor.

(Judge Krupp)
Yes, I know who you are.

A sawbuck says there's no need
to ask for a plea.

Not guilty.

I should get on a bus
to Atlantic City.

Your Honor--

Oh, lighten up, counselor.

People request bail
on the amount of $1 million.

Mr. Yates is a student
who can barely afford his rent.

Let's cut that in half.

It's fine by me,
Your Honor.

So what do ya say,
Mr. Adler?

Deal or no deal?

[chuckling]
I'm sorry, I just can't resist.

Do I have a choice?

Not really.

I'd think you'd be too busy
closing down the Boy Scouts

to find time for anything

as prosaic as
a garden-variety murder.

When the intended victim
is Judith Barlow,

it don't grow
in my garden.

Okay, Jack.

Now that we've both got
the Henny Youngman,

or should I say Sean Hannity
out of our systems,

you called, we came.

You came because
you know our case.

I thought there'd at least be
some Danish and coffee.

It appears your client
can afford to buy you breakfast.

If you're talking
about bail,

my mom mortgaged
her house.

(McCoy)
The bullets found
in Mr. Yates's apartment

were the same type,
caliber, and make

as those used
to kill Jason Miles.

And his prints
were on the box.

I had no reason
to shoot Jason.

I agree.

You intended
to shoot Judith Barlow.

Oh, God bless you.

But missed.

And as Mr. Adler
will tell you,

in criminal law,
intent follows the bullet.

I was framed.

Really?

Then why did you lie
to the cops?

Because they were cops.

I was scared.

(Adler)
Like this wouldn't be
the first time the government

created a perpetrator
out of whole cloth.

Are you suggesting
the cops planted the bullets?

Can you think of a better way
to quell future incidents

of civil disobedience?

Unfortunately,
Mr. Adler,

Judith Barlow
is a private individual.

Who happens to be a shill

for an illegal government's
unconstitutional policies.

And you can call me Bernie.

(McCoy)
I guess dealing down

to Man One
is out of the question?

No Danish, no deal.

Think they're gonna come back
with an
offer?

Bernie Adler?
Not a chance.

The man tilts at windmills.

I'd feel better
if we had more motive evidence.

Ever hear Barlow speak?

Well, it's Murder Two.

I don't think that
"I hate her politics"

is gonna cut it.

Now I know
you never heard her speak.

(Watts)
You've gotta admit,
Barlow's a hoot.

I heard her say once
that Mexico's lucky

we let them be
our neighbor.

How obnoxious is that?

Yeah, but it's funny...

in a sick sort of way.

Oh, sorry,
it doesn't look like

Yates has sent her
any hate-mail.

Most recently,
all his emails

have been to someone
named
Fogarty.

(Rubirosa)
Go ahead and open that up.

(Watts)
"Dr. Keith Fogarty,

Head of Research
at Russell Laboratories."

Looks like Yates is looking
for some new work.

(doctor)
Yeah, we hate losing Malcolm.

'Cause when you're talking PGD,

Malcolm Yates
is your go-to guy.

PGD?

Pre-implantation
Genetic Diagnosis.

It's a method
of deriving stem cells

from human blastocysts.

Wow, sounds like somebody
you'd wanna keep around.

I'd wanna clone him.

Excuse the pun.

But this is a university,

and what's fair
isn't always right.

Outside funding
is our lifeblood.

The Marbury Foundation
has
decided

that our yearly transfusion
is going elsewhere next year.

So someone's gotta go.

Malcolm, unfortunately,

is the junior member
of our team.

Last in, first out,

as they say
in the economics department.

(man)
We simply decided to go

in a different direction.

One far
from public controversy,

such as embryonic
stem cell research?

Look.

For the far right,

embryonic stem cell
research labs

are the abortion clinics
of the 21st century.

Now, sure, we can live

with religious zealots
carrying signs

out in our parking lot.

But wild-eyed pundits

vilifying us to millions
on cable TV and talk radio...

Well, that does damage
that we can't readily heal.

Pundits like Judith Barlow?

She makes Ann Coulter
look like Mary Poppins.

The final straw was when
she went on Bill O'Reilly

and she listed our board
of directors by name,

calling each one of them

a murderer
and a baby-killer.

The last thing that we need
is for the public

to think the Marbury Foundation
can be bullied by ideologues.

The last thing I want
is for this

to turn into
another Scopes trial.

This case is about
nothing
more

than Malcolm Yates
blaming Judith Barlow

for the loss
of his job.

Because of her position on--

Put the guy from the charity
on the stand

to say that
he cut off the funding

because of Barlow's big mouth.

And how are we supposed
to keep that big mouth

from spouting off
to the jury?

You don't let her
anywhere near the stand.

That's how.

She's the intended victim!

She's also one of the most
polarizing people

on the planet.

I mean, ten minutes
of her bloviating,

and the jury'll forget
why they're there

and convict the SOB
of bad aim.

So that's it?

Politics has infected
every aspect of our culture

to the point where
I can't prosecute a murder

the way
it should be prosecuted

without worrying
about offending someone.

You do politics, Arthur,
not me.

I do the law.

Well, three cheers for you.

Buy yourself a drink.

You can curse the politicians
all you want,

but the fact is that
the country's managed

to choose up sides
all by itself.

That's good.
Pass the buck to the people.

They're the ones who step
into the voting booth.

I'm sorry,

but the problem is not
the people

and it's not the politicians.

It's the pundits
from both sides of the aisle

who lie every evening
on the cable news.

No, that's not politics.

That's chickens chattering
in the churchyard.

You go ahead
and prove your point.

Put Barlow on the stand.

No, you're right,
Arthur.

I may not be political,
but I'm not an idealist either.

Well, good.

There for a while,

I was afraid you had chosen
the wrong profession.

Mm.

Adler's moving to exclude
all representatives

of the Marbury Foundation
from testifying.

(Adler)
My point is simple,
Your Honor.

Unless the State can prove
that my client had knowledge

that Barlow was responsible

for his anticipated loss
of employment,

it would be
highly prejudicial

to allow such testimony
into evidence.

The head of grants
for the foundation

told me Barlow was
the only
reason

for its decision.

Oh, well, I'm sure he did.

But did he tell Mr. Yates?

Do you have any evidence

of the defendant's
prior
knowledge?

It's obvious from his actions.

Not to me, it isn't.

I'm gonna grant
Mr. Adler's motion to exclude.

You're going to prevent me

from presenting
any motive evidence,

in other words.

No, those would be
the exact
words,

unless you come with something
a bit less
speculative.

Please! Please!

I challenge anyone to show me
where in the Constitution

it says we can turn
a living human

into an organic chop shop.

This...this so-called research
is merely one step removed

from abortion.

(interviewer)
Some would argue a woman's
right to determine what happens

to her own body--

(Barlow)
You mean the unfettered right
to hop in the sack

with men they don't consider
daddy material, don't you?

Nobody has the right to do
what he wants with his own body.

Can you sell a kidney?

Not unless you wanna spend
ten years in prison, you can't.

You got to admit,
she's smart.

I do?

All right,
provocative, then.

She's a huckster.

Her books are flying
off the shelves as we speak.

Anyway,
I spoke with everyone

who works at Yates's lab.

No one has ever even heard him
mention Barlow's name.

So I went back to his laptop,

hoping I would find
some political meetings

in his calendar.

Tell me you found the annual
"I hate Barlow" convention.

Sorry.

But I did notice
a monthly appointment

with a Dr. Rooker.

His shrink?

His neurologist.

Specializes
in Parkinson's Disease.

Yates has Parkinson's?

Certainly would give him
strong motive

to shoot
the woman leading the charge

against the only thing
that might offer him a cure.

Imagine if you felt your life
accelerating into utter misery

due to a debilitating disease.

And then imagine that
a potential cure is in sight.

But someone--
in this case, Judith Barlow--

is doing everything

that she can
to prevent that cure

from becoming a reality.

What would you do?

Your Honor--

Mr. Yates
has Parkinson's Disease.

That's tragic.

But when he fired a gun
at Judith Barlow

and mistakenly
killed Jason Miles,

he committed murder
in the second degree.

Can we talk in chambers?

He's mocking
the proceedings.

Nothing like State-sanctioned
sympathy,
Jack.

Your Honor,
believe me.

My client is sick.

There is nothing
he would like better

than to stop shaking.

Too bad that's not
an option.

Funny how he managed
to sit still in my office.

That was my client
on drugs.

This is my client
au
naturel.

(McCoy)
It's a distraction
meant to pull

at the jury's heartstrings.

I want a mistrial

and a retrial with the defendant
on his medication.

Nothing I can do,
Mr. McCoy.

The right to confront witnesses
doesn't come

with a prescription.

I can't force him
to self-medicate.

Your motion is denied.

Judge.

I know this is
a bit unusual.

But if it's okay with you,

I would prefer to reserve
my opening statement

until the end
of the State's case-in-chief.

Sure, why not?

I've been treating
Malcolm Yates

for nearly two years.

Although Parkinson's typically
affects people over 50,

there are a few reported cases
of much younger sufferers,

most notably the actor
Michael J. Fox.

Can you please describe
the symptoms briefly,

Dr. Rooker?

Basically,

PD is a motor
system disorder,

resulting from the loss

of dopamine-producing
brain cells.

The primary symptoms
are tremors or trembling

in the arms, legs,
jaw, and face.

Is there any cure?
No.

But surgery
or a variety of medications--

levodopa combined
with carbidopa, for instance--

can provide dramatic relief.

(McCoy)
But ultimately offer no cure.

(Dr. Rooker)
Unfortunately, that's true.

(McCoy)
But there is a chance
that a cure may be found

using embryonic stem cells,
isn't that right?

Yes. You see, the usefulness
of embryonic stem cells

is their ability to develop into
any kind of cell in the body.

Researchers are currently
attempting to use them

to develop
dopamine-producing cells.

(McCoy)
Which would more or less put
an end to Parkinson's Disease.

That would be correct.

So it seems perfectly reasonable
that a Parkinson's sufferer,

like Mr. Yates,
would do whatever it took

to muzzle opponents
of such research.

(Adler)
Objection!

Sustained.

As far as you know,

is there any tangible evidence

that embryonic
stem cell research

will lead to a cure
for Parkinson's Disease?

At this time?
No.

Is the possibility of a cure
even close?

(Dr. Rooker)
Not really.

So it's all very speculative.

I suppose.

So it's a distinct
possibility

that Mr. Yates
would not see a cure

in his lifetime

if there is one
to be found at all.

Yes.

(Adler)
Now, being a scientist himself,

would you expect Mr. Yates
to be aware of that?

(Dr. Rooker)
I'm sure he is.

(Adler)
So practically speaking,

muzzling an outspoken critic
of stem cell research

really wouldn't benefit
Mr. Yates at all, would it?

Withdrawn!

Can't get good help these days,
can you,
Arthur?

And you'd be referring to?

Your Mr. McCoy.

A week's worth of witnesses,
and the intended victim

hasn't even testified yet.

For the record,
that was my idea, Judith.

Giving you the opportunity

to display your wit and wisdom
to the jury

would put us
on the express train

to an acquittal.

Oh, come on, Arthur.
People love me.

[chuckles]

Oh, I'm sure
some people love spiders too.

They eat flies,
don't they?

And we know what flies eat.

Very good.

I just love
the old joust.

And I just came here to enjoy
my scotch and newspaper...

alone.

Oh, Arthur.

Let's not pretend we're not
on the same
side

of the ideological fence.

Ideology's one thing.
Hyperbole's another.

Please,
all I do is make boring,

conservative talking points
entertaining

so hopefully someone
actually listens to them.

No, all you do
is make people madder

than a hound dog
with a head cold,

so that along the way,

they miss
the message completely.

I've got four number one
st-sellers, Arthur.

How many does
Antonin Scalia have?

And you also look better
in a cocktail dress.

[chuckles]

I better go.

I wouldn't want
your voting public

to actually think
we're...friends.

(Adler)
Okay.

Show of hands.

Are there any kikes here?

How about spics?

Objection!

(Adler)
Okay.

Now, I know there are
a couple of
coons.

(McCoy)
Your Honor!
(Judge Berman)
Enough, Mr. Adler.

[gavel bangs]
Pisses you off, doesn't it?

Mr. Adler!

Actually, I'll bet
it pisses you off so bad

you just threw your reason

out the window,
and all you're thinking about

is smacking me
upside the head.

Objection!
(Judge Berman)
Counselor!

Now I'll tell ya,
if I were
black,

and some honky
called me a coon--

(Judge Berman)
Mr. Adler!

I'd actually think about killing
the son of a bitch.

In my chambers...now!

[bangs gavel]

What the hell do you think

you're doing in there,
Counselor?

I was just trying--
I'm not done!

This is a murder trial,
Counselor.

(McCoy)
And playing the race card

is not only irrelevant,
it's unethical.

I'm the one talking now,
Mr. McCoy.

Okay, Mr. Adler.
You've got two seconds.

And it better be good
or you're looking at a mistrial,

not to mention a slew
of contempt citations.

With all due respect,
Judge,

this case is essentially
about hate speech.

Oh, gimme a break.

That night, when Barlow spoke
about disabled Americans,

she used language just
as disgusting

as the racial pejoratives
I just tossed at the jury.

I was simply demonstrating
the effect of such speech.

To what end?

Such extreme emotional distress
negates the intent required

for a charge of murder.

Even if that's true,

we have made a case
for manslaughter.

(Adler)
Only nobody's charged him
with that.

I can call a couple
of hundred people to testify

to Ms. Barlow's odious
comments.

They're not
on defense counsel's

witness list, Your Honor.

I can't be expected to depose
a few hundred witnesses

in the middle of a trial.

(Adler)
Fine.

Then I'll just call one.

Judith Barlow.

She's not
on your witness list either.

Right.
That's why I move to amend.

You can't claim
you haven't talked to her.

(McCoy)
Let's not pretend
we don't know what's going on.

Counsel plans to attack
the victim.

That's right...
with her own words.

This I've gotta see.
Motion granted.

She's been in the gallery

throughout the trial,
Your Honor.

She's heard all testimony.

I'll instruct the jury
to consider that

when weighing her credibility.

(McCoy)
In that case,

I insist you add
all lesser included offenses

when you charge the jury,
specifically manslaughter.

(Judge Berman)
You insist?

You know that's premature,
Counselor.

I'll decide on the jury charge

when all the evidence
is presented.

Actually,
it's the latest team sport

on college campuses...

Physically attacking me,
I mean.

Why do you suppose that is?

Um, when one is frustrated
intellectually,

one resorts to violence.

And you think
today's college students

are intellectually
frustrated?

Yes.

I don't really blame them.

I mean, they've come
to realize viscerally

that everything
they've been taught is wrong.

Communism kills more people
than
capitalism.

Affirmative action
infantilizes minorities.

Welfare destroys ambition
and
self-reliance.

What about science?

No, no, they're okay
with science

as long as its purpose

is to destroy human embryos,
that is.

(Adler)
Oh, I think you better

explain that, Ms. Barlow.

I'm okay with Miss.

It's really very simple.

The abortion crusaders
have always struggled to find

a moral justification

for the willful taking
of unborn life.

So what they do is they parade
out sympathetic faces

like Christopher Reeve
and Ronald Reagan

to rationalize
the destruction

of a human embryo
in a test tube.

I mean, please.

To help people like that,
who is gonna argue?

But then, with a stroke
of self-restraint

that would make
even John Kerry blush,

they extrapolate one cell
in a dish in a lab

in the one hand,

a fetus in the belly of a lady
on the table

of a doctor's office
in the other.

If it's okay to take the life
of the former,

they're shouldn't be
any problem with the latter.

It's a bogus conflation
of bait and switch.

Murder is murder...

whether it involves tweezers
poking around a test tube

or forceps piercing the brain
of an eight-month-old fetus

euphemistically called
a late-term abortion.

If it's okay
to murder one little guy,

why not whack one
just a smidge bigger?

So even if stem cell
research

could save millions
of people--

I've got nothing against
using adult stem cells.

It's cloning embryos
to kill them.

That strains morality.

And you're appointed
the judge

of what is
and what is not moral?

Hey, God--
or if you prefer, Darwin--

gave me a conscience.

I figure at least one of them
expects me to use it.

And artificially creating--

Let's not play word games,
Counselor.

It's cloning.

And considering
where that might lead,

yes, it's immoral.

Oh, I see.
The old slippery slope argument?

(Barlow)
Why is it,

when we're discussing
the NSA wiretapping terrorists

the left thinks
the old slippery slope argument

trumps all others?

But...when the talk turns

to intentionally
destroying human life,

that same slope suddenly
isn't so slippery?

Is it true that
in your lecture,

you referred to a commercial

starring the actor
Michael J. Fox

as "a ploy by the liberals,

"trotting out another spaz

to spew their lies?"

Hmm.
I was trying to make--

Yes or no?
Did you say it?

Yes.

Why did you use the word spaz,
Miss Barlow?

I was trying
to make the point

that the left promotes its lies
by using unattackable victims.

Please!

Who is gonna argue with
a tragically ill Alex P. Keaton?

You pity him.

You don't contradict him.

Of course I don't like
what she stands
for.

I'm a scientist.

But I certainly didn't go there
to kill
her.

But you brought a gun.

I started carrying it
for
protection.

I had to walk home from the lab
late at night.

That night,

I just got caught up
in the excitement.

When people started rushing
the stage,

I just followed the crowd.

That doesn't explain
why the gun was in your hands,

Mr. Yates.

I wasn't going
to shoot her.

I just--
I wanted to scare her.

Like she scares the public

with her
vicious and hateful lies.

The gun must've fired

because of the way
my hand was twitching.

Twitching uncontrollably
because of the Parkinson's?

That's right.

I would never intentionally
hurt
anyone.

Thank you, Mr. Yates.

You knew
that Miss Barlow would--

Strike that.

When exactly did--

Don't you think
it was risky...

to hold a loaded gun

in a hand that shakes
uncontrollably?

Yes, I do.

But my attorney tells me
that's still not murder.

(McCoy)
I see.

Did you work in the lab the day
of the murder, Mr. Yates?

Yes.

Must be difficult working
with microscopic cells

when you're shaking like that.

Oh, that's right!

You took your medication
that day.

The medication
that stops the shaking.

So there shouldn't have been
any twitching--

uncontrollable
or otherwise--

in the auditorium
that night,

isn't that right?

Of course it is!

You went there,
you drew your weapon,

you intentionally pulled
the trigger,

trying to kill Judith Barlow.

Isn't that true?

She said...

that the lives of the embryos

we use to harvest stem cells

were just as valuable
as the lives of people like me.

I am better than cells
in a petri dish!

So was your dead friend Jason.

And so, like it or not,
is Ms. Barlow.

Have you reached a verdict?

On the sole count
of the indictment,

murder in the second degree,

we find the defendant
Malcolm Yates...

guilty.

[gavel bangs]

[whispering]

I thought we were DOA
when the judge refused

to instruct on manslaughter.

I guess the jury
didn't find Barlow

as despicable
as we figured.

Or Yates as sympathetic.

What's that say about
12 ordinary citizens?

You know, you never did say

which side
of the stem cell fence

you come down on.

I don't talk politics,
Connie.

You are crazy if you think

I'm gonna let you get off
that easy.

You'll keep pushing?

Yeah, I'm famous for it.
Fine.

I think...

if God created man
in His image,

maybe we've all
just degenerated

from whatever
is floating around

in that petri dish.

Come on.
I'll buy you a drink.

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