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Pull the rabbit out of your hat.

That's the secret of both
trial law and life.

Rabbits... / Yeah.

Christine Polley...

Ex-girlfriend tried to kill me.

She tried to kill you.

- She did.
- And now she wants out.

She does. / Alan.

She's stalking you.
She tried to kill you,

she was institutionalized,
now she's out,

and she's stalking you.

Freedom is a privilege,
Mr. Shore, not a right.

- A privilege.
- Yes, and it's revocable,

especially if you try to run
someone over with an automobile.

I got my old job back.

It's truly fantastic news,
isn't it? Alan?

Yes.

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Why aren't you helping me?

Sally, I have a trial of my own

beginning tomorrow, a rather big one.

But this is my very first trial.

You've certainly been to
court before, I have no doubt.

Motion practice.
This is with a jury.

I don't, I don't think I'm ready.

Sally...

look at me.

You trust me?

I do.

And because you trust me, you'll
believe what I'm about to tell you.

I will.

That's all it is.

All what is?

Trial law...

getting the jury to trust you

so they'll believe what you tell them.

Really?

Sincerity, Sally,

once you learn to fake that,
there'll be no stopping you.

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ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON ABC: 2004/10/17

Denny, we've got...

What's going on?

A little maintenance work, Paul.

Wouldn't hurt you, by the way.
You look like a prune.

We have the Kaneb meeting
in 15 minutes.

Excellent. Why do I care?

You care because this is
the construction project

that the entire firm has been
working on for 18 months.

You care because Byron Kaneb cares,

and he expects you to be present.

Damn it, man, what have you done?

The needle broke.

Not to worry, just
let me remove it.

Don't you touch me.

Mr. Crane, half the needle
is still in your forehead.

- Just let me remove..
- You're not touching me!

Get Dr. Michaels back down here.

This is what happens when I let
his kids cut their teeth on my head.

If I could just remove
the needle... / Don't you touch me!

Denny, there's a needle
in your head.

Let him at least remove it.

Get me Dr. Michaels!

I really don't need
a second chair for this.

Sexual harassment is
a specialty of mine.

Mine, too. / No doubt,
but while your experience

tends to be more hands-on, mine...

tends to be more wishful thinking.

Not to mention, you ooze.

I ooze?

Yes, that certain something that
subliminally champions misogyny.

You need me.

Lori,

as much as I may want you,
desire you, even,

I do not need you.

See that right there?

Ooze!

When can I dig my hole?

We're almost there, Byron.

Don't tell me we're
almost there, Paul.

We've been almost there
for six months.

When will we be there?

City council agreed to the variance
for the golf course on Monday.

Now today we're expecting an answer

from the redevelopment commission
for the outdoor mall,

and my sources say they're
gonna rule in our favor.

What about the damn E.P.A.?

The blue spotted salamander
just got downgraded

from endangered to
threatened last week,

so the marina looks
like a go except for...

Except for what?

It seems there's a river
where some salmon spawn.

Evidently, there's some environmental
lawyer who's making a stink.

When you say stink...

He got a T.R.O.

A fish?

My city's being held up by a fish?

We are meeting the lawyer today.

We will make it go away.

Do you plan to contribute, or are you
simply assigned to mop up the ooze?

Alan.

Hello.

Christine Pauley.

Oh, I've heard so much about you.

How are you?

Fine, thank you.

If you'll excuse us,
we're due in court. / Yes, I know.

I'm opposing counsel.

I beg your pardon?

What do you expect me to do?

I expect you to disqualify her.
This is tantamount to stalking.

She got herself assigned
to this case because I'm on it.

Not to mention,
as an officer of the court,

I question whether Ms. Pauley even
has the capacity to trial case.

She was released from
a mental facility last week.

Certainly, counsel,
if you wanna conflict out...

I can't conflict out.

I'm the only one
who knows the case here.

- Ms. Colson was simply put on...
- Ms. Pauley,

what's going on?

Of all the cases to start off with,

you pick one against an ex-boyfriend
you tried to kill?

Actually, your honor,
I didn't pick it.

- My firm came to me.
- Please, Christine...

because I used to date Mr. Shore,

they thought I could shed some light

on some of his procedural
eccentricities, which I did.

Since I also happen to have extensive

experience in sexual harassment law,

the senior parers asked me if
I would first chair, I agreed.

- We start at 11 A.M.
- Your honor...

Mr. Shore, if you wanna
conflict out, do so.

But I have no legal basis
to disqualify Ms. Pauley.

May I speak with you alone, Alan?

No, you may not, Christine.

And if you choose to be
on this case,

please conduct yourself
at arm's length and on the record.

It's just coincidence to you
your first case out of the hospital.

I consider it a preposterous
coincidence,

you have no business trying a case.

- But truth be told, the partners think
- I know you better than your partner.

How sad, you can't
be happy for me. / I'm not happy.

Clearly.

Well, that seemed perfectly normal.

The D.A. offered three months
suspended.

I think we should take it.

Does it go on my record?

- Well, yes.
- The answer's no.

Ramone... / I didn't do it.

I didn't take that wallet.

And as a matter of principle,
I won't pretend that I took it.

They have an eyewitness.

Look here, I might seem like
some court-appointed charity case,

but I'm an honest man.
I don't steal.

And I won't agree to any plea
that says otherwise.

Mr. Seymore.

Hi, Sally Heep.

I'm in litigation at the firm.

I know that.

- You in court today, or...
- No, but you are.

I'm here to observe
your work, Ms. Heep.

Good luck.

Denny,

the lawyer who got the T.R.O.

On the Kaneb construction project...

Ah.
Pay him out, Paul.

Give him a bottle of scotch
and some money

to buy some more bus bench ADs.

He says he's your son.

It's true.

You're a lawyer now.

Hey...

Dad.

You got a needle in your head.

Small accident.
Not to worry.

Son.

Dad.

You're a lawyer now.
That's how you greet people?

Donny crane.

Denny crane.

Donny crane.

Denny crane.

Donny crane.

Denny crane.

Donny crane.

Denny crane.

Donny crane.

Denny crane.

Donny crane.

I had a one-night stand with his mother.

I paid for his education and so forth.

I did everything I could
to be a good father.

When's the last time you saw him?

Oh, I don't know.

When he was 12?

We've offered several
decent compromises. / And?

He just keeps on saying his name.

Oh, I'll talk to him.

How's my boy?

They don't really need
to bug you with this, dad.

So, what's this all about,
saving some fish?

Well, see, your lawyers...

who are clearly very talented,

persuaded a judge to
eliminate the distinction

between farmed salmon
and wild salmon.

The president of the United states

proposed eliminating that distinction.

Yes, I know. That's probably
why the judge granted your motion.

See, dad, wild salmon are
an endangered species.

The administration figures

if you eliminate the distinction
between farmed and wild,

and count them both as one,

the numbers would go up,

and you could take them
off the endangered list.

And that way,

they can lift the environmental
protections in place to protect them,

which, of course, allows you
to build more shopping malls.

Well, son, look at the big picture.

If building this mall can save a
species from becoming endangered,

let's, by all means, do it.

I was vice president in charge
of alternative investments.

And at the time of the affair,
Mr. Ralston...

He was, and remains
president of the firm.

This romantic affair lasted
how long, Ms. Moore?

About nine months, at which point,
I broke it off. / Because?

Well, mainly because
I was a married woman.

And I wanted to work things
out with my husband.

I see.

And how did Mr. Ralston
handle the breakup?

At first, I think, fine.

But then he would continue
to try to get back together.

He would schedule lunches,
meetings, ostensibly about business,

only to pursue his romantic interests.

He started calling me after hours.

Sometimes he would send flowers.

Eventually, it got so bad
I simply had to leave.

You went to another
brokerage firm?

At a lesser position for less money.

There seemed to be a stigma
about my departure.

I don't know, I...

maybe people thought that I had
secretly been fired, I don't know.

What I do know is I was
basically forced out of my job

by his relentless unwelcome
sexual advances.

Thank you, Ms. Moore.

She looks demented.

Ms. Pauley.

Leading up to your affair
with my client,

he made welcomed
sexual advances?

Well, not at first.
I, I was a married woman.

But at some point, the advances
became welcomed.

Yes.

- A love affair then ensued?
- Yes.

So I guess my client's strategy was

"if at first you don't succeed,
try, try again"

- a strategy you certainly ratified.
- Well...

Since dogged perseverance
was rewarded the first time,

I guess it would be only natural for
him to adopt that strategy again.

I may have sent mixed
signals the first time,

but I did no such thing this time.

When you left, did you tell
prospective employers the reason?

No, I... / why not?

I suppose I feared that it wouldn't
depict me in the best possible light.

I was a married woman
having an affair. / Got it.

So, this stigma you refer to,

people wondering whether
you were fired or not.

That stigma was at least
partly caused

by your embarrassment
over your own behavior,

a married woman having an affair.

- I suppose that's true.
- Thank you, Ms. Moore.

I was reaching into my purse to get
some change to feed the homeless.

That's when I saw him coming.

Who?

Him.

The guilty defendant sitting
right there.

Objection.

Jury will disregard the reference
to the defendant's guilt.

Then what happened?

He reached into my purse,
grabbed my wallet,

started rifling through it.

What did you do?

I stood there, frozen.

I was shocked.

He started running away
as he was rifling through it.

Then he turns,
and he's coming back.

Then what happened?

I ran.

He started chasing me.

Thank god he was
tackled by some people.

I don't know what
he might have done.

Ms. White, are you absolutely sure
that it was the defendant?

I can show you the pictures.

What pictures?

I have one of those little
phone camera thingies.

I snapped his picture.

And you have them?

Look.

You can see he's got the wallet.

You just let the pictures
be introduced

without so much as an objection.

Well, I thought, um,

the prosecution didn't know
about it either.

So I couldn't claim unfair surprise.

Could've gotten time to prepare
a cross-examination,

to research the photos
for authenticity.

Instead, you sat there quietly.

There's eyewitness testimony
from the victim,

a positive I.D. and pictures.

How do you plan to proceed
now, Sally?

Um...

my client wants to testify.

And say what?

Um...

that he's innocent.

It's a fish, for god's sakes.

It's not just a fish.

It's a salmon, which the government
is trying to wipe out.

Now, look, I like to fish myself,

catch and release,
the whole shebang.

Pull them in by the lip, throw them
back out to prove you're humane.

You're mocking me.
He's mocking me, dad.

You're a Crane.
Get used to it.

We will go to court.

I love court.

Donny crane.

Look, Donny,
you seem like a nice kid.

I have no doubt that
you're a terrific attorney,

but you are not him.

You're like a son to him, aren't you?

Does he hug you much?

Look, if this is about some score
between you and the old man...

It's not about any score.

Hey, if you people want
to go to court...

Beat it, will you, Brad?

Is it a score?

Was I not there enough?

Were you not there enough?

Dad, I haven't seen you in 15 years.

I may not have had the time
to give that most dads had,

but I thought I was giving you
something much more important.

Money.

You gave me something even more
important than that, dad.

You gave me the Crane legacy,

and I fully plan on living up to it.

So...

I'll see you and your
team in court.

Donny Crane.

At first, I saw it, but I didn't see it,
if that makes any sense.

It took a few seconds to register.

What took a few seconds?

My wallet.

I lost it two days earlier and
then I see it right there in her bag.

- Your wallet.
- Yeah, this funky orange color.

It's not like there could be two
of them, and I lost it on Washington,

right where we were at,
so I figured she stole it.

That woman stole my wallet.

So... / So I walked right up and
snatched it back. Self-help.

You snatched back your
own wallet. / Yes, I did.

And I hustled off,
because truth be told,

the woman looked a little vicious.

So what happened next?

Well, I started to go through it
to make sure it was mine,

and as I was going through
the inside, I saw...

Oh, my god, it's not my wallet.

It looked exactly like mine,
but it wasn't.

Truth is, I, I discovered later
I'd left it in my car.

It was all a big mistake.

So I started to run back to
return it, and she just took off,

and I started chasing, yelling,
"lady, wait. I'm bringing it back,

I'm bringing it back."

Then I got tackled,
and here I am.

Your witness.

So the wallet that you ripped
out of miss White's purse,

the wallet that you just
ran off with,

you thought it was your own.

Yes, ma'am.

Because it looked exactly
like yours.

Yes, ma'am.

This one here.

When we broke up, it was because

she felt committed to working
things out with her family.

It wasn't that things were
emotionally over between us.

She said that. / Yes.

And I suppose I felt,
you know, when...

when two people love each other,

you persevere through obstacles.

My so-called sexual harassment,

it wasn't about sexual advances.

It was about getting her
to be true to her feelings.

You were trying to show her that
she felt like having sex with you.

Please don't trivialize this.

I assure you, sir,
I take it very seriously.

You say it's okay to harass
women in the workplace

so long as you love them.

I believed, and still believe,
she was in love with me.

I see.

And she lacked the autonomy to
make up her own mind. / Objection.

She lacked
the mental capacity, perhaps,

- to be truly happy without you.
- Objection!

Why is it some people just refuse
to accept that it's over. / Objection!

I truly apologize.

For a second, I thought you were
personalizing it, Alan,

and I was out of line.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

You all right?

Yes.

It is ridiculous.

The stress of a trial a week out of
the rubber room, going up against you.

Why are you doing this?

I was always safe
inside work, you know?

It was a little cocoon.

Can you continue?

Oh, yes.

It's just a little...

again, I apologize for the outburst.

Whatever you can do
to keep it personal...

I'm sorry?

She's kind of been
kicking our ass, Alan.

That's the first crack
I've seen in her armor.

I'm not going to exploit her.

Alan, if you can't put your client's
interests ahead of Christine's,

then step aside.

Let number two take over.

We now have to go to court?

No, we are confident
we'll be able to handle this.

I hire one of the biggest
law firms in Boston,

definitely one of the most expensive,

and I'm being neutralized
by salmon man,

who happens to be your son?

Let me tell you something, Byron.

Um, Brad Chase is one of
our finest litigators.

He will handle this.

Your honor, we've had meetings with
the environmental protection agency.

They signed off on this already.

With all due respect,

the E.P.A. gets steamrolled
by the administration all the time.

No matter what anyone
proposes these days,

there's always somebody somewhere

who jumps up and screams,
"woe, the environment."

Now there's a word, your honor,

a very simple word that describes
what my clientis trying to do here.

Please don't let the word be
"progress."

How about "people"?

People. / Yes.

We are trying to invest
in the future of people.

Creating jobs in a time of unemployment.

We're talking about over 1,000 jobs.

We're talking about benefiting
people below the poverty line.

We are talking about people
hoping to educate their children,

afford medical coverage, feed
their families, basic human needs.

This man wants to put all that on hold
because it inconveniences a fish.

Mr. Crane?

Well, first,

this whole thing kind of goes
to the farmed salmon issue.

The government is trying
to count these

genetically raised salmon
as wild ones.

So they can take salmon off
the endangered species list.

I get that.
So what?

So what? / People judge, jobs,
insurance, schoolbooks, food. People.

Well, farmed salmon is terrible for people.

They're carcinogenic.

They don't even look like real salmon.

By the way, they're fed these
little pellets to turn their meat red.

- Otherwise, it's this pallid white.
- People, jobs, America first.

There's a rumor.

I can't give evidence on this,
but there's a rumor

that cattle they have to kill
due to mad cow disease,

they grind them up and then
feed the meat to the farmed salmon.

Objection, your honor.

There is nothing in the record
that even remotely substantiates that.

Counsel, the river in question
only concerns wild salmon,

so can we get off the farmed salmon?

We're talking about lifting the
environmental protections on that river.

They're inflating the salmon count

with the farmed numbers to
get those protections lifted.

People, jobs, food chain.

Oh, yes, people and jobs.

Wild salmon is a billion-dollar
industry in this country alone.

Once we destroy the wild
salmon population?

and that's what we're doing.

That's a billion-dollar industry gone.

People, jobs, schoolbooks.

And we'll have to go back
to eating meat.

People, cancer.

We'll just eat the farmed stuff.

There's nothing wrong with
synthetic food, your honor.

We live in a synthetic country,
for god's sake.

And on that note...

I'll rest.

Donny Crane.

You should have seen
Seymore's face.

- I think I'm about to get fired.
- You won't be fired.

What am I gonna do?

What can I possibly say
in my closing?

I've got nothing.

Rabbit?

I'm sorry?

Pull a rabbit out from
under your dress.

You know what Gerry Spence does
is these hopeless situations?

He just tells the jury a story.

A story? / Any story, as long
as it's interesting.

He just entertains the jury.

He gets them right here,

and in that moment when
he has them right here,

he connects the story to his case,

sometimes barely,
sometimes ridiculously.

And then he asks the jury
to let his client go,

and for god knows what reason,
they often do.

- A good story may be your rabbit.
- Alan.

I'm sorry, Sally.
This is a little important.

I need your number.

You have my number, Christine.
I haven't changed it.

Alan, every lawsuit eventually
comes down to a number.

What's your number?

$750,000.

And I'm the insane one. $250,000.

- Too low.
- It's more than fair.

- She got other employment.
- At less pay.

- The present-day value of $200,000.
- That offer is rejected, Christine.

I don't know if I'm up to closing.

I think I am, but I don't...

The client will only go
up to $250,000.

Please.

That number won't get
it done, Christine.

A man with felony priors
for robbery and burglary,

but this time, he stole
the wallet by mistake.

Sure.

One day, I was in my kitchen.

I think I was about 15.

And in came Fred,

my big chocolate lab.

And in his mouth was a dead rabbit.

The neighbors' pet rabbit.

And I thought, this is it for Fred.

If they find out he killed
their adored pet,

animal control would be down and...

so I took the rabbit,

washed him off in the sink,

pulled out the blow-dryer,
got him all white and fluffy looking,

and I snuck over to
my neighbors' backyard,

and I put him back in the cage,

hoping they'd think
he died of natural causes.

That night, my parents
came into my room.

The neighbors' pet rabbit had died
three days ago, they told me.

They buried him in the woods,

and some wacko
evidently dug him up,

washed him off
and put him back in the cage.

And I remember thinking to myself

the truth is not only
stranger than fiction,

but often less believable.

And that's what we have here,
ladies and gentlemen.

The logical version, I suppose,

is that my client stole that wallet.

The less believable,
but quite possibly true account,

is that he mistook it for his own.

Nobody, not one of us,

can be sure it didn't happen

exactly the way
Ramone Valasquez said it did.

That's reasonable doubt.

People like to stare at
their coffee a lot here.

All set?

Yep.

You like being a lawyer, Alan?

I do, actually. You?

Yeah.

Except for the days
when the job is ugly,

when you have to go against your
instincts to be kind or compassionate.

It's important that she not close well.

Some people simply cannot let go.

You love a person so desperately

you, perhaps, lose sight of reason,

and you begin to act unreasonably,

perhaps out of control, even.

It's possible Daniel Ralston
hano control over his behavior.

Maybe he truly couldn't stop
pursuing Wendy Moore.

Maybe he had to keep calling,
had to schedule those lunches,

had to seemingly stalk her,
if you will.

He was in love with her.

People in love lose their grip.

But what's at issue here is her
state of mind, her mental state.

Not Mr. Ralston's state of mind,

but Wendy's.

Was she reasonably upset
by this relentless pursuit?

She's a married woman with a family
trying to salvage her marriage,

and her boss keeps calling,
keeps coming, keeps coming,

keeps propositioning her.

The fact that she once loved this man

only makes it worse, more difficult.

What choice did she really
have but to leave?

Maybe that was his plan all the time.

He knew he couldn't fire her.

Maybe that was his
psychological game,

where the only thing that she could
really do in the end

was get in her car...

and drive off.

He created a hostile
working environment

with repeated, unwelcomed sexual
advances, ladies and gentlemen.

That is prima facie classic
sexual harassment.

Love happens in the workplace
all the time.

In fact, it's where most affairs
start, most relationships.

It happens.

So do breakups.

As a woman, I am offended
by the onslaught of these lawsuits.

As neutral as the language may be,

sexual harassment law
is gender biased

it exists to protect women.

It feeds into the perception
that women are weaker than.

It goes all the way back
to common law,

where women were denied the right
to enter into contracts

because we lacked mental capacity.

Today's harassment law
is designed to

protect us from sexual banter
in the workplace

because we just can't take it.

I can take it.

Can you? Can you?

Do we really need to cleanse
the workplace of all sexual expression

so it'll be safe for us?

These laws treat us

as if we were either psychologically
or emotionally impaired,

and I'm sick of it.

Are some cases legitimate?

Absolutely.

But here, this woman is a grownup.

She entered into an adult,
consensual relationship with her boss.

It ended, perhaps bumpy.

He's hurt, he's still in love,
so she sues.

She wasn't fired.

She's a college-educated
vice-president of a brokerage firm.

She's 34 years old.
She's a professional.

She's here today to tell you that
she can't stick up for herself.

She is here today trying to
take advantageof a law

that declares women to be
the weaker sex.

Not for me, ladies and gentlemen.

I wouldn't have gotten
in my car and driven off.

I'd have sooner driven over him.

Let's treat these people,

both of them...

as if they were grownups.

My own quick research
reveals wild salmon,

especially Atlantic salmon,

are threatened with extinction.

They'rean endangered species,

which means the environmental
protections on that river
have to stay in place.

Your honor, they're not endangered
if you count the farmed salmon.

I'm not counting the farmed salmon,

and the idea to count them is absurd.

That river stays protected.

Your variance is officially pulled.

A permanent restraining order
is now in effect.

I keep telling you,
you talk too fast.

You talk too damn fast.

"America first. We're
a synthetic country."

- What's wrong with you?
- The best man won in there.

You know, dad...

I've never really had
a big trial to speak of.

This is...

for the last 10 years or so,

I've pretended to be you.

Through college, law school, and...

I always felt like whenever
I'd go into a courtroom,

I would kind of...

channel you or something.

But this is the first time
I actually felt it.

I was Donny Crane.

Yes, you were.

Yes, you were.

In the matter of Moore vs. Ralston,

on the question of liability,
we find in favor of the plaintiff.

We further order the defendant to pay
damages in the amount of $125,000.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
thank you for your time.

You are discharged.

I'm sorry.

I got my verdict anyway.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Congratulations, Christine.
You tried an excellent case.

Thank you.

Alan...

I can and do accept that it's over.

The thing is,

while I was institutionalized,
the only person who wrote to me,

who came to visit me,
who called me,

was you.

My world became
quite 2-dimensional.

There was the hospital and you,

and when I was suddenly faced
with having to walk away

from both the hospital and you,
it was more than I could.

but I am going to make it.

I have no doubt.

You tried an excellent case.

We should eat at that wonderful
indian place sometime.

I'd like that.

You don't think she'll
go Glenn close on you?

No.

Out of compulsive curiosity,

I always befriend my most
colorful ex-girlfriends.

Beautiful woman, Glenn close.

Always meant to have sex with her.

Well, I went with the rabbit.

Of what variety?

I told an urban legend story
for my closing.

Involved a rabbit.

Got the jury right here. / And?

They came back in 32 minutes.

Not guilty.

You're kidding.

I thought we could celebrate...

like rabbits.

Your hutch or mine?

9:00, my hutch. Be there.

Sally Heep.

Well, it seems we're all
winners today in court, in love.

You didn't win in court today.
Remember? Your side lost.

Ooh, that's right.

He was really something.

You should have seen him.

May I ask, how does a man not
see his son in 15 years?

Uh, don't start with me.

I'm being curious, not judgmental.

Is that who Denny Crane is?

He's not my son.

What do you mean,
he's not your son?

His mother slapped me
with a paternity suit.

I settled.

She came back about 10 years later
with a guilty conscience

and admitted that I wasn't
the father, just deep pockets.

But I like the kid,

so I kept paying for
his education and so forth.

Obviously, he doesn't know.

His mother said...

it would break his heart.

He so liked being the son
of Denny Crane.

Who wouldn't?

You're not my father?

I'm not your son?

I'm not your son.

Not by blood.

Then how?
You didn't raise me.

Who's my father?

You'll have to discuss that
with your mother.

It's all been a lie. / Hey...

What wasn't a lie was your
performance in that courtroom.

You're a hell of a lawyer.

You did channel me.

I, I got to go.

Sir...

is it okay if I keep the name?

Of course.

Donny Crane.

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