All language subtitles for The.Practice.S07E22.Goodbye.HULU.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-AJP69_track3_.eng

When are you coming home,
daddy?

(sighs)
Very soon, sweetie.

Very soon, okay?

Very soon.

Okay, daddy has to have
a meeting now, okay?

All right.
Kiss your mommy.

I'll be right out,
sweetheart.

Anna.

Come on now.

Eight years.

Eight years?

BERLUTI: Out in five
with good behavior.

Personally,
I think it's a decent offer.

MARCIE: Decent?

It's decent
for innocent people

to plead guilty to murder?

WASHINGTON: Marcie...

what would be indecent

is for your husband
to serve a life sentence.

They don't even have a body.

How can they possibly prove
that he--

BERLUTI: They got a witness.

They got forensics.

And let's not kid ourselves.

Tom going on the lam--

TOM: Because I knew

that they would jump
to the conclusion

that I did it, Jimmy.

Whatever the reason

you ran, Tom.

You lived under a false name
for almost 10 years.

WASHINGTON: Look...

it's your life,
it's obviously your call.

But given the risk,

we think you have to consider
the eight years.

In which case?

By the time I get out,
my daughter's 12.

And in the meantime,
she grows up thinking

her dad's a killer.

I will not let that happen.

If we lose,

your daughter grows up
without a dad forever.

I am rejecting the offer.

They turned it down?

I just got the call.

Well, I'd go back with five.

For a first degree murder?

Ken, you've got no body.

We've won
with no bodies before.

GAMBLE: Look at me.

Please do not let
your competitive bile

suck out what little remains
of your judgment.

That's not encouragement,
Helen.

I thought we agreed
to be encouraging

with one another.

I'm encouraging you
to plead this one out.

I am not going to let
a premeditated murderer

get off with five years.

That goes against
my conscience,

not to mention my bile.

Did he say what this was about?
Not to me.

WASHINGTON: He's been such
a whackadoo these days,

it could be about anything.

LUCY: Well, it must be big.

He wanted me here.

I'm never included in anything.

BERLUTI: Well,
he better get here fast.

We're in trial.

Maybe he and Lindsay
are getting back together.

Why would he have a meeting
to say that?

Because he's such a whackadoo?

FRUTT: Jamie, your attitude
has taken a little dip lately.

Have you noticed that?

DONNELL: Sorry I'm late.

Thanks for coming.

What's going on?

I've decided to resign.

I'll be leaving the firm
pretty much immediately.

Eugene, you'll take over
as senior partner.

I know this comes as a shock,

but it's just something I feel

I have to do.

I'll be here
for the next few days

to work out logistics,

so we don't have to say
our goodbyes yet.

That's all.

(footsteps departing)

(door opens)

(door closes)

What was that?

It's a long story, Eugene.

I got time.

First, let's deal with what--

YOUNG: First,
let's deal with why.

I'm just not happy here
anymore, Eugene.

Fine. Why?

It's nothing personal
against any of you.

Fine.

What is it then?

It's just personal stuff.

Can we leave it at that?

No, we can't, Bobby.

You see, you and I,
we are personal.

We've always put it out there,

and for something like this--

DONNELL: I'm not...

exactly sure of the why.

It probably has something
to do with me and Lindsay,

but...

it's more than that.

And I feel like...

I've hit a wall here.

And I feel like I'm gonna crash.

And I just need to leave

before I become wreckage.

You owe us an explanation,
Bobby.

I just--
YOUNG: And I don't mean

all of the cliches
you've just spewed out.

You owe us a reason.

WALSH: Her name
was Rachel Rosenblum.

She disappeared 10 years ago.

She was 25 years old.

They found her blood
soaking the rug

in her living room,

but they never found her body.

Now, before you start feeling
too sorry for her,

let me tell you,

Rachel Rosenblum
was a murderer herself.

She killed her husband,

who just so happened to be
the defendant's brother.

And the defendant,

well,

as the evidence will show,

he decided to take the law
into his own hands.

Before the jury
could ever return a verdict

in Rachel Rosenblum's trial,

Tom Bartos killed her,

then dumped her body
in the Atlantic Ocean.

They've got no evidence
that shows that.

They can't even prove
she's dead.

Basically...

all they have
is the likelihood

that Rachel Rosenblum was killed

during her own murder trial.

And they figure
my guy had motive,

so he must've done it.

Well, he didn't do it.

Talk about rush to judgment.

Here, they can't even wait

to make sure she's dead.

SIMONS: He became a fugitive
in October 1992,

when we were about
to arrest him for the murder

of his sister-in-law,
Rachel Rosenblum.

Detective, why was he
under suspicion for this murder?

Rachel was married
to his brother, Adrian Bartos,

who she stabbed to death
in the summer of 1992.

What led you to believe

Ms. Rosenblum herself
had been killed?

She was out on bail.

The jury was deliberating
over the weekend

and she didn't show up
for the verdict,

which was a conviction,
by the way.

Did you look for her?

SIMONS: We went to her house.

There were signs of a break-in

and there were enormous amounts
of her blood

in her living room rug.

We found one of her teeth
under the couch,

and there were bloody drag marks

into the bathroom tub.

We believe her killer
cut her body up there

so he could carry it
out of her house easier.

Some of her luggage was missing

and we assume it was used
to get rid of the body parts.

Well, come on, now.

This woman was on trial
for murder

and facing a conviction.

Maybe she faked her death
in order to escape prison.

We certainly considered that.

But...

Rachel Rosenblum weighed about
a hundred and thirty pounds.

She'd have had about
3,500 cubic centimeters

of blood in her body.

By weighing the rug,

we found that she lost
at least 1,700 ccs,

almost half her blood.

And that's not even accounting
for evaporation.

It's almost impossible
to believe

she could survive that.

And why did you suspect
the defendant was involved?

First of all, motive.

She killed his brother.

During the trial,

he was extremely worried
that she'd be acquitted.

WALSH: What else?

SIMONS: Forensic evidence.

We found hairs
on her living room floor

soaked in Rachel's blood.

Recent DNA testing show them
to be the defendant's.

BERLUTI: This hair you found,

Tom used to spend lots of time
in that house.

It was his brother's house.

By his own statement,
he hadn't been there in months.

And the house
was regularly cleaned.

Can you positively determine

when that hair got
into the rug?

No.

BERLUTI: In fact,

it could've been there

for years before
Rachel disappeared.

Unlikely.

BERLUTI: And, detective,
police records show

a series of break-ins
in Rachel's neighborhood

around the time of her killing.

None of which led
to anyone being killed.

Can you positively rule out

she could have been killed
by a burglar?

It can't be positively
ruled out, but the likelihood--

BERLUTI: Rachel knew
she could go away

for up to 20 years, correct?

That's right.

BERLUTI: So,
she had a huge motive

to fake her own death

to keep from going to jail,
didn't she?

Is it possible she could bleed
herself practically dry

and rip out
one of her own teeth?

Anything's possible.

Thank you.

No further questions.

[indistinct chatter]

Are you going to stew
all night?

Maybe.

I'm entitled.

Could I be a dumb blonde
for a second

and give my unsolicited opinion?

Rather than sit there
feeling betrayed,

you could look at it and say,

"Gee, wow. Bobby picked me
as senior partner.

What an honor."

I don't look at it like that.

Or, you could say,

"Gee...

this firm has been struggling
a little.

New direction may be in order."

Don't look at it
like that either.

Or, you could say,

"Gee, my friend

must really be struggling.

And instead of
feeling betrayed,

maybe I should focus
on helping him."

Failing all of the above,

you could say, "Gee,

everything she says
is so dumb.

I'm having dinner
with a beautiful,

dumb blonde.

I bet she must be easy."

So many silver linings,

and the night is young.

How's the trial going?

Okay.

Do you know
where you're going?

(sighs)

I'm gonna open an office.

Solo practitioner
like the old days, I guess.

Bec...

(music playing)

It isn't personal.

You know that.

I know that.

Can I help with anything?

No.

I'm good.

Okay.

(music playing)

I don't really owe you
an explanation, Lindsay.

How can you say that?

DONNELL: You don't even
live here anymore.

This is a decision
I've made about my life.

DOLE: What about income?

What about the cost
of raising a child?

That's why you're here?

Money?
Yes, Bobby.

You damn well know
I scratch right now.

If this is some ploy
to avoid alimony then I--

DONNELL: What?

Don't you ever accuse me

of doing this to avoid alimony.

This is erratic behavior,
Bobby.

You can't--
DONNELL: It's my life.

Fine!

Live your life.

(door slams)

WAYNE: I lived next door
to Rachel and Adrian.

We were friends.

How well did you know
the defendant, Tom Bartos?

Pretty well.

He was very close to his brother

so he came around a fair bit.

WALSH: Mrs. Wayne...

on the day Rachel disappeared,

did you notice anything
out of the ordinary?

It was early in the morning.
I was out gardening

and I saw someone
in her backyard.

I looked through the fence

and saw Tom.

So, I called out to him.

Did he respond?

No.

He turned
and walked away quickly.

WALSH: You're positive
this was the morning

she disappeared?

Quite positive.

BERLUTI: This man you called to,

he didn't answer?
No.

So you never heard his voice?
No.

BERLUTI: And you didn't even see
this man's face

straight on, did you?

I saw a profile.

Looking through the slats
of a fence?

I also recognized his clothing.

A black windbreaker and jeans?

It was Tom.

BERLUTI: Any idea how many
men in the Boston area

own a black windbreaker
and jeans?

It was Tom.

That didn't go so great.

It's still all circumstantial,
isn't it?

It is, but...

Assuming the jury believes

he was there that morning--
I wasn't.

WASHINGTON: But if the jury
believes it was you,

and her testimony
was persuasive,

we can't really explain it.

So that gives them motive.

Your DNA at the scene

and you were seen at her house

the morning she disappeared.

It isn't good.

BERLUTI: The point is,

the offer of eight
might still be on the table.

If things should go worse,

they could pull it.

I wanna play it out
a little longer.

I have to.

We log every flight
that takes off and lands.

Mr. Bartos took up his plane
that afternoon

and landed outside
Providence, Rhode Island.

He was on the ground
only 30 minutes

before flying back.

WALSH: That's a short trip,
Mr. Woolrich?

WOOLRICH: Yes,
shorter than his usual trips.

WALSH: Mr. Woolrich,
did you observe the defendant

loading anything into his plane
before he took off?

Yes, I observed him loading
what appeared to be

a large duffel bag
into the cabin.

He struggled with it.

It seemed to be very heavy.

WALSH: And did you have
an opportunity

to observe whether he unloaded
the duffel bag

after he landed?

There was no duffel bag
when he came back.

It's adding up.

And the problem is,

we have nothing
to stack up against it.

Could I take the stand?

As a character witness.

Marcie...

until six months ago,

you thought your husband's name
was Dan Sterling.

What kind of character witness
would you really be

if you didn't even know
his true identity?

TOM: Marcie...

could I have a second, please?

Why?

I just need a second
with Jimmy and Rebecca.

Okay.

What's going on?

I haven't been
totally up-front.

I think she's alive.

Who?

Rachel.

BERLUTI: Rachel?

The victim?

Yeah.

You know this how?

I helped her fake her death
and get out of Boston.

I beg your pardon?

I was having an affair
with her.

In fact...

I loved her.

That's why I was freaking out
at the trial.

I was worried
she'd be convicted.

I was acting angry to cover.

I mean, if the cops had known
we were having an affair,

they would've used that
against her.

BERLUTI: Okay.

Slow down.

You were in love
with your brother's wife?

TOM: My brother was a bastard.

He used to beat her

when he had a few beers in him,

which was practically
every night.

I was gonna take her away
from him.

And he found out
and came at her.

And that is why she stabbed him,

in self-defense.

So where is she now?

I don't know.

She left me.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

TOM: We lived together
for about eight months

under separate identities.

Afterwards, she split.

Given she was convicted
in Adrian's murder,

I don't--

I don't figure her
to be coming back.

(music playing)

Will you send my wife in now,
please?

(sighs) I guess it's time
I tell her.

Do you believe him?

Actually, I do,

as crazy as it sounds.

They faked her death together?

So she could escape prison.

The question is,

do we let him get on the stand
and tell his story?

That is risky.

WASHINGTON:
But if we believed him,

so might the jury.

And at this point,
we've got nothing to lose.

Why didn't he come forward
with this before?

WASHINGTON: Good question.

He probably figured
nobody would swallow it.

YOUNG: Which is maybe
why you don't let him testify.

BERLUTI: Look,
we got to get back, Eugene.

What's this meeting about?

It's about Bobby,

or this firm without Bobby.

Whether he changes his mind
or not,

right now, it seems made up,

which means we need
to get used to life quickly

around here without him.

Ellenor and I have formed
an ad hoc management committee.

We will be deciding whether
to accept or reject cases.

That's effective immediately.
Wait a second.

Look, we can't do it
by committee, Jimmy.

And truth be told,

you're the biggest offender
for taking dogs.

Hey.
On a more positive note,

we've elected you
to be a full partner.

Oh.

Who elected?

YOUNG: Well, with my two votes
and Ellenor's one,

we didn't need yours,

though I'm sure
you would've given it to us.

Is this how you plan
to run the ship, Eugene?

Here's the biggie,

if Bobby's gone,

I say we get Lindsay back.

Excuse me?

YOUNG: She wasn't leaving us

so much as she was him and--
Whoa!

YOUNG: She has the best
civil reputation of all of us.

If you bring her in,
Bobby will never come back!

We can't be held hostage

by Bobby's mid-life meltdown,
Rebecca.

We have to be decisive now.

And, yes,

this is how I plan to lead.

All those in favor of extending
an offer to Lindsay.

Good.

How hostile is that?

YOUNG: It's not hostile.

You plan to invite
my ex-wife in here?

You're not gonna be here,
Bobby.

It shouldn't matter
what we do.

DONNELL: What matters
is getting a deliberate

slap in the face
when somebody's--

Try a punch in the gut.
That's what you did.

I made a decision.

YOUNG: So did I.

In the best interest
of this firm.

When's the last time
you did that?

When's the last time
you did that?

You need to move on, Bobby,

well, so do we.

And if you really do care
about our future,

you better hope to God
we get Lindsay

because she's the best
available lawyer out there.

Yeah, walk out,
just keep walking out doors.

This is the thanks I get

for giving the firm to you?

YOUNG: Thanks for what,
for leaving?

All right.
That's enough!

Ten years...

I put in this firm
with you, by your side,

and not just to build a practice
of law, ten years.

Thanks for nothing.

(music playing)

I have way, way too many
changes going on right now

to even consider this.

I'm flattered but--

Might you consider it

down the road some?

FRUTT: We're serious
about developing

our civil practice here,
Lindsay.

We'd like you to do it.

If I were to even
entertain the idea,

Claire comes with me.

We'd love to have her.

Well, like I said,
I can't think

about any more change
right now,

but...

(music playing)

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah. I, um...

I feel a little adrift.

I guess the idea
of coming home.

I, um...

YOUNG: Then do that, Lindsay.

Come back home.

I got to go, okay?

Thanks.

We knew about the break-ins
in the neighborhood.

We wanted it to seem

like she had surprised
the burglar,

he'd killed her

and hid the body.

What about all the blood?

Rachel used to work as a nurse.

She'd taken blood many times.

We wanted it to look good,

so she started taking vials
of her own blood

for a couple of weeks.

We kept it
in her refrigerator,

and when we had enough...

And her teeth?

She had some anesthetic

she took from the hospital.

We injected it

in her gums

and pulled out
one of her back teeth

with a pair of pliers.

She mutilated herself?

Oh, if we hadn't made it look
like she was really dead...

BERLUTI: And the airplane trip?

Helping her escape.

I flew her up to Providence,

dropped her off,
and came back.

BERLUTI: So she was actually

in the duffel bag?

But alive.

She took a bus
from Providence to Atlanta.

I was gonna wait
until things cooled down,

then I was gonna move
out of town and join her.

But?

Basically,

I blew it.
The neighbor saw me,

I didn't even know about DNA,

my hairs in her blood.

Then when the police phoned,

I knew I was about
to get arrested,

so I...

I took off and joined her.
Then what?

We hid out together
for about eight months,

paying in cash,
staying in motels.

We kept entirely to ourselves.

We...

we moved every week.

And then, one day,

she couldn't take it anymore,

and she left me.

And I never saw her again.

When was that?

Nine plus years ago.

I got a new I. D.,

a new name.

I started getting
regular work in telecom.

And five years ago,

I settled
outside of Los Angeles.

And a year later,

I met my wife, Marcie.

We worked together
at the phone company.

We have a beautiful
baby daughter.

BERLUTI: Tom,

you sat on this lie

for nine-plus years.

I know. I should never
have helped Rachel escape.

I know it now, and I am sorry.

I should be condemned
for that behavior,

but I did not kill her.

She is out there.

Somewhere.

Thank you.

Objection!

I'm sorry,

but I thought I'd seen
and heard it all.

Objection!
Sustained.

It's the truth.

It's the truth,

what you just said?

Yes.

Well then,

I'll drop the charges.

Mr. Walsh.

Show me a photograph
of the two of you together

taken after she disappeared.

That would be a help.

We didn't take any pictures.

Not one?

We were fugitives,
Mr. Walsh.

We were a little camera-shy.

How about a witness?

Someone who saw her alive?

You were together
for eight months.

Someone must have seen you.

A motel clerk, a waiter.

You must have some evidence

to show you were having
an affair with her.

The point of an affair

is that it's secret.

You ripped out Rachel's teeth

with pliers

and stored vials of her blood

in her refrigerator?
Yes.

Got the pliers?

The empty anesthetic jars?

You're asking me for evidence

we were deliberately
trying to get rid of!

So, basically,
all we've got to go on here

is your good word.

TOM: Yes.

WALSH: You admit
lying to the police

about your relationship
with the victim?

Yes.

Lying about your very name
for 10 years?

I had to.

Lying even to your own wife.

Yes.

But now,

when you're looking at 20 years

behind bars,

now...

we should believe you.

Is eight still on the table?

No,

I just tried to float it.

Walsh laughed.

WASHINGTON: Do you have any idea

as to where Rachel
could possibly be?

If we can show she's alive--

did she ever mention
a favorite town

or place she'd like to go?

I don't remember anything.

But I don't really
wanna lead them to her anyway.

Sorry?

I just don't.

Look,

I started a new life, and...

she probably did, too.

She likely has a family,

and I don't wanna put
her through

what I'm going through
right now.

Are you serious?

You have sacrificed everything
for this woman.

Marcie,
could you excuse us again?

Marcie, please.

I need to have a conversation
with my client.

You know where she is,
don't you?

No.

How can you sit quiet?
You're about--

TOM: Because I love her!

I'm sorry.
I know it's sick, but I do.

I still love her,
and she still...

She still what?

She still loves you?

Are you two still together?

No.
Look,

all we need is evidence
she's alive.

She doesn't need
to come forward.

If the police become convinced

that she is alive,

they will hunt her down.

And I won't let her--

this is privilege.

You can't tell Marcie
any of this.

BERLUTI: Tom, if Rachel loves
you as you say--

TOM: Jimmy!

I will not let her
come forward.

I'm so incredibly sorry.

I know how difficult
this must be for you.

And my coming to you
screaming about money or--

it was just out of line,
and I apologize.

That having been said,

do not walk out
on these people

without talking to them, Bobby.

They love you.

This practice first,

fundamentally,

always is you.

(door closes)

STRINGER: I guess
I just don't get

the depth of your hurt here.

I mean,

he's quitting a job,

not a friendship.

Our relationship was the job.

If you really believed that,

you wouldn't feel so betrayed.

I've been seeing the man
almost every day

for my entire adult life, Jamie.

When he leaves,
we won't be seeing each other.

I mean, we'll talk a good game,

"Let's get together.
Let's grab a beer."

But that won't happen.

It'll be over.

STRINGER: Have you ever wondered
if you're able

to sustain a relationship

outside of work?

I mean maybe Bobby
won't be much good at it.

He failed with Lindsay,

but...

I think it's your track record

that scares you so.

I'm able to have a relationship
outside of work.

Really?

When's the last time?

I believe I'm having one now.

Well, I can't be sure,

but I think...

you actually just said
something nice.

Nice.

I'm capable of that, too.

STRINGER: (laughing)
I'll believe that

when I see it.

How was that?

It's a start.

BERLUTI: You gotta help me
make sense of this, Tom.

You could spend the rest
of your life

in prison.

I love her, Jimmy.

Don't get me wrong,
I love Marcie, too.

We have a--
we have a nice family.

Yes.

You have a daughter

who needs to grow up
with a father.

If Rachel could just reveal

she's alive without--

She has a murder conviction

hanging over her.

They'd find her.
BERLUTI: Not necessarily.

I said no, Jimmy,
and I mean no.

I am willing
to go down for her.

And if you can't understand

how a person could love
somebody enough to do that,

well, that's just too bad
for you, I guess.

Did he say
what this one was about?

I didn't question him.

FRUTT: Because you were just
happy to be invited.

Exactly.

What's he doing?

He's closing.
Oh.

Hey,

thanks for coming in here again.

Eugene, Lindsay,

I guess everybody feels

I owe an explanation.

But it presumes I have one

when...

all I can tell you
is I basically grew up

in a big firm.

You all know this.

My dad was a custodian

in one of those
blue-chip offices

across the street.

And I wanted
to be like those lawyers.

And all the while, I...

hated them

for the way they treated
my father.

And I suppose I've been caught
in that paradox.

Wanting to become...

the monster...

I hated.

Started off solo, just me

with Rebecca as my assistant,

vowing...

to myself to make my firm

into the one across the street.

And to a large extent,

I've done that.

I work with a group,

the finest...

group of lawyers...

I could ever imagine.

But at the end of the day,

I just can't go to work

across the street anymore.

I need...

to be...

alone,

taking cases I wanna take.

I love each
and every one of you.

Eugene,

Ellenor,

Jimmy,

you are my best friends.

Rebecca,
I won't even begin to describe

how I feel about you,

and I don't think I have to.

Lucy,

you've been like a daughter.

An obnoxious one.

And, Jamie,
I'm only at the beginning

of getting to know you,

but...

I gotta go.

I wish I could offer a more
satisfactory answer than--

I've been...

very destructive lately,

breaking free of my marriage

when what maybe I really wanted

was to just break free.

But some days you wake up,

and you just know.

It's time.

I gotta go.

Love you.

(footsteps departing)

(music playing)

I just, uh...

Love you, too, man.

What's going on?

GAMBLE: Well,

Kenneth asked me to be here

because he's unable to talk.

What do you mean
"he's unable to talk"?

He's too upset.

Last night, he received
in the mail this bottle

with an anonymous note

asking him to run it for prints,

which he did.

We lifted three fresh prints

belonging to Rachel Rosenblum.

As you can see,

this is a fairly new bottle,

which means,
at least as of three months ago,

the supposed victim

was alive.

Accordingly,
the prosecution has no choice

but to dismiss the complaint.

Now, I've tried to tell Kenneth

this is a good thing.

A terrible miscarriage
of justice

has been avoided but--

well, he refuses
to see it that way.

In any event,

your client is off the hook.

Now, he will face charges

of obstruction of justice

for faking this woman's death.

It's over?

On the murder charge.

On the other,

they'll prosecute.

Well, did they say
how much time I'd get?

No. Faking a person's death,

I'd have to look it up.

You might make bail.

I can't believe she sent it in.

I--I can't believe it.

WASHINGTON:
I don't think she did.

But, hey, let's ask her.

Did you send it in, Rachel?

I detected the resemblance
right away

but thought men just fall
for a certain look.

It's not surprising
you should look a little

like his last love.

But then

I started to look closer.

Lose some weight,

plastic surgery,

new nose, new hair

but most of it's still there.

What are you talking about?

Meet Rachel Rosenblum, Jimmy.

The reason Tom didn't want
to give her up.

She's the mother of his child.

I sent the bottle in.

You drank out of it yesterday.

That is privilege.

You're my lawyer.

I'm his lawyer, not yours.

You're Rachel?

What are you gonna do?

Enough of this does fall
within his privilege.

Your secret's safe.

You, on the other hand,
might not be.

Your wife kills husbands

but you knew that.

Everyone said
you left hours ago.

Yeah.

I wanted to...

do this alone.

Okay.

Go for a drink?

Bobby,

you basically now have...

nowhere to call home.

And maybe that's what you want,

but before you adjourn
to your...

big, empty world,

let me buy you a drink.

Okay.

I'll wait outside.

I take it you won.

This is good.
DOLE: Good?

I didn't go to law school
to put drug dealers

back on the street.

The criminal practice

helps us to pay the rent
and allows us to--

Rent! We're late with the rent.

We don't even have
a conference table.

We'll never build civil.

The last blue-chip I brought in
tripped over a box.

And now he's suing us.
This is a dump.

You don't think I want us in one
of those high-rise buildings?

We'll get there,

five years from now,
nice lobby,

spacious offices.

Come on. That's gonna be us.

Okay.

DONNELL: I'm shutting down
the practice.

Get your resumes out there.
I'll try to string out

three more weeks.
WASHINGTON: That's fine.

You have a suppression hearing
scheduled in 12 minutes.

DONNELL: You see this?
What?

Huh? Eviction notice!

These are the kinds of things
that happen

when you can't make the rent,

which is the kind of thing
you can't make

when clients don't pay.

Are we anywhere close
to a settlement

on the tobacco case? Tell me.

WASHINGTON: Ha.
We're shutting down again.

YOUNG: Oh, that's nice.
Any decaffeinated?

DONNELL: I'm serious.
I've had it.

We can't keep
juggling like this.

You haven't had it.
Don't tell me you've had it

when you haven't had it.

I've had it had it
with your being had it.

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WOMAN: You stinker!

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