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(woman)
Oh, ohh...

(woman crying)

(woman wailing in distance)

(loud moans)

(woman)
No!

(woman)
No! No!

(painful moaning continues)

I'd like you
to meet my husband,

but I can't find him.

Do you think that
you could help me?

(keys jingling)

(woman)
No! No! No!

(door locks)

Marika, I brought you...
I brought you something.

Everybody...
needs a friend.

(man over PA)
Your attention, please.

Southeast overnight service
to Washington,

Richmond, Norfolk,
Wilmington...

Good...
(sighs)

Dad, let's just
get a Red Cap, okay?

No, no, no, no.

Exercise is good for you,
especially after being

cooped up on a train
for so long, right, squirt?

Whatever you say,
Grandpa.

(sighs)

I didn't know they even
made buildings like this.

Yep. We're in
the big time now.

(sighing)
(sighing)

Okay, we've rested
enough, let's go.

(groans)
Come on!

Mr. Cobb! Hello!
Mr. Cobb!

Oh, thank goodness.

Nancy, for heaven's sake,
put those down.

Mr. Cobb,
welcome to Baltimore.

Load these up, please.

You look fine,
just fine.

I'm Stoddard Bell.

Oh, Judge Bell, this is my
daughter-in-law, Billie Cobb.

I've you certainly heard
a lot about you.

It's nice to meet you.

Wonderful to meet you.

And my granddaughter,
Nancy.

How do you do, sir?
How do you do?

(both chuckling)

Well, I think
we're all set.

I'm gonna have the baggage
sent out later,

so just follow me.

This your first train ride,
young lady?

(Nancy)
No, sir, but it's the first
time I ever slept on a train.

Did you sleep well?
Yeah.

That's good.

Do you remember me?
My name was probably mud

in your household
three years ago.

I didn't hear that.
(chuckles)

I like a tactful child.

Well, Sweet Pea,
I put your grandfather

through H-E-double
toothpicks.

But, in case he was too modest
to say so, he put on

one of the finest defenses
I ever witnessed on the bench.

And that's why you got
to take the train ride

all the way to Baltimore.

Do you know what
a federal district judge is?

Sort of.

That's what I trade on now

in private practice,
Mrs. Cobb.

Let's say a businessman

has a problem with
some federal agency.

He retains me.

'Course, for bread-and-butter
law business,

I hire go-getters
like your grandpa.

(chuckling)

Feast your eyes.

Built in 1895,
solid as a rock.

I'll give you the grand tour.

By the way, that, uh,
car there is yours.

(Harmon Cobb)
It looks like a new car, Judge.

You said you were gonna arrange
for me to buy a used one.

I can't afford that.

You aren't affording it,
I am.

You mean you're
lending it to me?

No, I'm giving it
to you.

Oh, no, I can't let you
give me a car, Judge, sorry.

Drive it or walk,
it's up to you.

Stuff in here came
out of my attic.

My mother bought it new.

When your furniture
arrives,

you can decide whether
to keep mine or use your own.

It won't matter to me.

(Judge Bell)
I personally went
around with a plumber.

He said you'll have
plenty of hot water

long as you don't get
carried away taking baths.

(chuckling)

Fine place
for a law library.

Hmm, my library'd fill

about one half
of one of these shelves.

You'll build it up.

Mrs. Cobb, my mouth just waters
to think of the meals

that ladies before you
must've prepared

on this fine old range.

Nancy, I'll bet you've never
used a real icebox.

Well, in Baltimore we still
have ice delivery.

Once a day,
rain or shine.

What do you think?

Oh, I hardly know
what to say.
(chuckles)

I've got a little
surprise for you.

Then I'll get out
of your hair.

I had my cook
make your dinner.

Just warm it up
in the oven.

Well, good-bye.

Cobb, I'll see you tomorrow
morning, bright and early.

Yes, sir.

Oh, well, uh, thank you
for everything, Judge.

Oh, you're welcome.

Judge, you didn't tell me
what the rent was here.

Or did you buy me
the house, too?

Matter of fact, I did.

(soft music plays)

(knock on door)

Pretty noisy
old house, huh?

Hey, Mom. How about crawling
in bed with me for a while?

Oh, sure.

I figured something out.

I'm 12 now, and Daddy went
away when I was eight.

So he's been gone for over
a third of my whole life.

You still miss him,
don't you?

Every day.

I hope we don't
have ghosts.

(chuckles)
I doubt it.

If we did, the judge
would have mentioned 'em

as one of the selling
points of the house.

(chuckles)

Go to sleep, precious.

I'm Lizzie,
uh, he's inside.

Good morning, Judge.

How come the sign says
"Bell and Cobb" down there?

I had 'em make it
that way.

But what about the other
partners? The go-getters?

Doggone it, I never saw
a man complain so much

because a job turned out better
than he thought it was gonna be.

Here's my last word
on the subject.

Take it or leave it.

Can I sit down?

Why don't you sit down?

Oh, remember I was gonna get you
waived into the Maryland bar?

Well, they agreed,
as a courtesy to me.

Just keep in mind we're a common
law state, and you'll do fine.

Common law...
historical stuff.

Don't worry about it.

The kind of cases
we'll be handling,

you already know
what you need to know.

Now let's go,
we're due in court.

(Judge Mulligan)
The matter before this court
is a petition

by the Morgan Sugar
Beet Farms

for a production exemption

from the Office
of Price Administration.

Who's representing the OPA?

I am, Your Honor.

Your Honor, it is the OPA's--
Morning, Judge.

Uh, good morning,
Your Honor.

This is my associate,
Harmon Cobb.

Your Honor.
Nice to meet you, Mr. Cobb.

Your Honor, it is the OPA's
position that the line

must be held
on production quotas

or the well-controlled market
they have worked

so diligently to establish
will disintegrate into chaos.

Hm, you have any more
of this rhetoric?

Well, yes sir, I do.

Well, the next time
you give me a brief,

try to remember
why it's called a brief.

Why don't you take Judge Bell's
brief home and study it.

It's a model
of succinct writing.

You wanna make
a statement, Judge?

Yes, Your Honor.

My client's paltry few hundred
tons of beets

won't have any effect
whatsoever on inflation.

If the OPA is in the business
of bankrupting small farmers,

it ought to be abolished.

Make the motion.

Get up and move
the petition be granted.

Move the petition be granted,
Your Honor.

So ruled.

See there? You just
made the firm $5,000.

(soft music plays)

You want your coffee now?!

Dolores invited me over to her
house to watch television.

Can I go?

Sure, honey,
but don't be late.

I saw it before,
Grandpa.

It's like the radio,

only there were people
on this little round screen.

This man called Brent Gunts was
talking about President Truman.

He's dreamy.

President Truman?

No! Brent Gunts!

Doesn't sound as interesting
as "Amos and Andy."

It's not interesting at all.

But you can see stuff,
it's wonderful!

(Billie chuckles)

(door opens, then closes)

You don't mind buying groceries
with stolen money, do you?

Stop that.

It's the truth.

The judge hasn't given me

a single case of my own
ever since I got here.

Nobody even comes into the
office except these fat cats

who hire him to wangle
deals from the government.

We could go back home.

I've been thinking
about that.

You know, Billie,
for the first time in my life,

I'm making $10,000 a year.

And I'll tell you something.

As lackluster as
my practice might've been,

I didn't feel
like a failure.

But I sure do now.

Poor Dad.

I think part of your problem
is you're lonesome.

You miss all
your old cronies.

All you have now is me
to laugh at your jokes.

And you've heard
all of them.

I think I'll take
a little walk.

I'll see you later,
okay, Billie?

Okay, Pop.

(man speaking indistinctly)

You're just too honest
a guy, Bob.

Here's one, fella walk into
a psychiatrist's office,

and he's got
a parrot on his head.

Psychiatrist says,
"What's the problem, sir?"

And the parrot says,
"I dunno, Doc,

but I got this guy hanging
under my feet."

(silence)

I didn't tell it right.

What do you do
for a living, sir?

I'm an ironworker.
What do you do?

Lawyer, attorney-at-law.

Did you hear the one
about the lawyer

goes into
the aquarium and, uh...

Okay.

Keep the change.

(cash register rings)

(distant dog barking)

(distant train horn blows)

Hey, pal, I only got $12,
here, take it.

No, I wasn't gonna rob you.
I don't want your money.

All I wanna do
is talk to you.

Well, that's
a pleasant change.

Look, I heard you say
that you were a lawyer.

Most lawyers only give
a damn about rich people.

But you seem like you're
different from them somehow.

Yeah?
I don't know.

I wanna hire you.

I don't have much money,
but I got a hell of a problem.

You sound like
my type of client.

(chuckles)
Harmon Cobb.

Hiya, Michael Stainback.

You got some time
right now?

Sure, come on.

What, uh,
what can I do for you?

Well... I want you
to get a friend of mine

out of a state
mental hospital.

Marika Poupoulis is her name.

Her and I are engaged.

She came to Baltimore
ten years ago from Greece

to marry some guy,
it was all arranged.

She was only 17.

A month later,
she was a widow.

She worked...

She used to work
in this Greek restaurant

that friends of mine own,
Nick and Melina Vovakis.

They're like family
to the both of us, you know?

Anyway, a couple
of months ago,

Marika started having
these ups and downs.

One day she'd be okay.

And the next,
she'd have the blues,

crying her heart out.

He doctor told her
that she was depressed

and that there wasn't anything
he could do for her,

but maybe a psychiatrist
could help.

(exhales)

He gave her the name
of some guy downtown.

His name was Obenland.
She tried to see him,

but they told her that
he got 20 bucks an hour.

And that she'd have to pay

before every session
twice a week.

Can you believe it?

But then, they tell her
that there's a way

that she can get free
help from Dr. Obenland.

What she'd have to do
is sign herself in

to the state mental hospital

that he works at
some of the time.

She was real happy thinking
that maybe she might be cured.

The next day she made me
take her out there.

She wouldn't even
let me go inside with her.

She just got out of the car with
her little suitcase and went in.

Four months and four days ago.

Are you telling me
that she committed herself

to an, uh, insane asylum?

Yes.

Do you visit her?

Once.

She'd lost weight.

She had scratches
on her arms.

They wouldn't let us be alone.

She said, "Michael,
I made a terrible mistake.

"I'm gonna go crazy.

Please get me out of here."

The next visiting day,

they said that she was
too sick for me to see her

unless I was a relative.

Well... what is it you
think I can do for you?

If Marika's crazy,
they made her crazy.

Why would they do that?

I don't know.

I just wan you to get
her out of there, please?

Well, if she's in as bad
a shape as you say, uh...

then even if you could
get her out,

what would you do if you did?

I don't know!

All I know is that
she's in there alone.

Yeah.

Please?

Well, uh...

I guess I could ask
some questions.

(sniffles)

(distant dog barking)

What am I talking about?

I'm new in this town.

I don't even know
what the law is here.

You need a better
lawyer than I am.

No, you can do this.

I have a feeling
about you.

I want you.

Please.

Okay, but I can't
promise you anything.

Good night.
Night.

Thanks a million,
I, uh...

Good night.

How was television?

Actually...

Dolores and I went
up to her room

and listened to
"Inner Sanctum" instead.

I don't blame you.

I have a little news.

Hmm?

I've decided to get a job.

That's great!
Doing what?

Well, I do have
a bachelor's degree.

There's gotta be some
company out there

who wants somebody smart.

Yeah, but what are you
gonna do?

Your degree's in music.

How should I know?

Why aren't you jumping up
and down and saying

"Go get 'em, Billie?"

I am, I'm jumping up
and down on the inside.

(laughs)

Thank you.

(elevator bell dings)

Tell this fella
you ain't interested.

Our firm doesn't do
that kind of work.

Well, I didn't say I was
gonna take the case.

I just said I'd ask
some questions.

So how does one go
about getting a person

out of a mental institution
in this state?

Well, I guess you could
always prove they were sane.

What else?
Okay, you can solve this

the way a lot of other things
in this life get solved,

with money.

If somebody will
pay for her care,

you can petition the court
to move her

to a private facility.

Either way, the firm of
Bell and Cobb ain't interested.

Mr. Cobb!

Hello, Michael.
Thanks for coming.

Welcome to Nikos.

I'm Nick Vovakis.

Anything you need,
you got.
Thank you.

You tell him what
I told you, huh?

Nick's a great guy.
(chuckles)

Melina, that's his wife.

Michael, you're not gonna like
what I have to tell you.

What do you mean?

I mean there are two ways
to get your friend out.

One, prove that she's cured.

Two, find another place
for her to go

and have a few thousand
dollars so she can stay there.

We don't have
that kind of money.

I know that.

Looks like
we're out of luck.

What is this you say?

That they can take a nice
person and ruin her?

No, sir,
that is not right!

This is America!

I know it's not right,
but it's the law.

I, I, I don't know
what to do about it.

Well, you change the law!

I can't change the law.

Well...

Thank you anyway,
Mr. Cobb.

I really appreciate it.

Wait,
wait a minute, wait.

Melina, go get the picture
of Marika at the picnic, go.

Listen, mister.

Marika Poupoulis
was nobody important.

She is just a poor immigrant
who works in a restaurant.

But to Melina and me,
she's like our own daughter.

Here, you see
this picture?

That's who she was.

She was like sunshine
coming into a room.

Mister, did you ever
lose somebody you love?

And it's somethin'
where-- how you say,

if you was there,
maybe you could save them.

But somehow you
could not be there.

And you feel so bad
you just want to die.

Do you know
what I'm talking?

My son was killed
in the war.

Then you know.

You keep
this picture, mister.

You look at Marika.

You will think of something.

(Michael)
Please?

(car approaches)

(car stops)

(car door closes)

(Billie)
Well?
Well, what?

What do you mean,
well, what? Ask me.

Ask you what?

She got the job,
Grandpa!

Ahh... so!

Uh-huh,
I got the job!

(Billie)
Mr. March said, "What retail
experience have you had?"

I said none.

So he said, well, what other
jobs have you held?

I said, "Wife and mother."

So he said, "Why should I hire
a person with no experience?"

This is the good part.

So I looked him right
in the eye and I said,

"Mr. March, I have
a degree in music.

"So I will certainly be
knowledgeable about records

"and sheet music,
both classical and popular.

"I have excellent penmanship,

"so I'll be able to write
legible sales slips.

"I'm certain I can learn
to use a cash register

"in less than five minutes.

"And as for my lack
of retail experience,

I happen to have one hell
of a great personality!"

Yay, Mom!

(all laughing)

Morning, Judge.

I've decided to represent
Marika Poupoulis.

Who?
The girl, you know,
the Greek girl.

You know, the one
in the mental place.

That makes me damn mad.

Do you know
a good psychiatrist?

One with a reputable clinic
that the state would approve?

All right, supposing I do
let you take the case.

Is the woman sane?

Apparently not.

Okay, did you find
someone who's able

and willing to pay
for her care?
No.

Then how the hell you gonna
get her out, you ...?

Well, I'll pay
for it myself.

I'll mortgage the house
you gave me,

and I'll sell the car
you gave me.

My God, no wonder
you were the poorest lawyer

in the state of Colorado.

All right, I know blackmail
when I see it. I'll do it.

What are you talking about?
Do what?

Pay for the woman's
treatment.

I don't want you
to pay for it.

Stay out of it, Judge.

I'm paying and that's that.
I'll put $5,000 into escrow

to guarantee six months
of treatment.

That'll satisfy the court.

Maybe she can be cured in that
length of time, maybe she can't.

That's as far as I'll go.

There's a psychiatrist I know,
Alan Friedman, good man.

Lizzie's got his number.
Nope, I better call him.

There's no reason why he should
give you the time of day.

Oh, and get yourself appointed
as this woman's legal guardian.

That way, they'll have to let
you see her and represent her.

Ahh! I'll take care
of that, too.

Thank you, Judge.

Don't thank me.

I'm just protecting
my money.

After you take care of this,

maybe then you can
get down to business.

What business? You don't
give me any business.

And that's another thing.

I just gave you
another gift horse!

Quit lookin' 'em
in the mouth!

(distant phone ringing)

Oh, pardon me, sir.

Uh, I'm here to see
Marika Poupoulis.

I'm her lawyer.

One minute, please.

Thank you.

(man behind door)
Come in!

I'm Dr. Halloway.
What's this about?

How do you do, sir?

Harmon Cobb,
I'm an attorney

with the firm
of Bell and Cobb.

Stoddard Bell?
That's right.

I'm about to petition
the county court

to have a patient of yours
named Marika Poupoulis

released
into private care.

This is Dr. Friedman.

There's no possibility this
patient can leave the premises.

I'm sorry.

Well, I'm sorry, Doctor,
but you see, my firm

has been retained
by her legal guardian,

and, uh, we would like to do
an examination right here, now.

Who's her legal guardian?

Me.

(Harmon)
What do you think, Doc?

Will you take her
into your clinic?

(Dr. Friedman)
Sure, if they let her out.

Why wouldn't they?

Ever hear of a place
called Bedlam?

I've heard the word.

It was a lunatic asylum in
London in the 17th century.

They put people in there
who were deformed, epileptic,

retarded, people
with cleft palates,

brain tumors,
you name it.

It was a human
garbage dump.

300 years ago,
the English had an excuse.

They didn't know
any better.

Come on, Doctor, this is the
United States of America, 1947.

What I'm saying is the girl
was probably mistreated.

But that's my opinion.

It wouldn't stand up
in court.

I'll tell you
something else.

If she has been mistreated,
it sure as hell

won't be in their interests
to have her recover.

Why not?
Recovered people talk.

Aren't you being
overly dramatic?

I hope you're right.

Will that be all?
(shop bell tinkles)

That'll be 50 cents.

Out of a dollar.

(cash register rings)

50 cents, thank you very much,
come again.

Hi.
Hi.

Can I help you?

Um... yeah, um...

Anything new in
the Jazz section?

Oh, sure, come here,
I'll show you.

Okay, I don't know if
I can afford a new record.

I was just gonna come in
and browse around

until I saw you.

Oh! Jimmy Lunceford,
he's great.

This is his new one.
Could I listen to it?

I mean--
Sure.

Yeah, I mean,
I might even buy it...

after payday, heh.

Okay, so, here's all you
need to know about me.

My name is Jack Adkins,
and I teach high school math.

And I always
compliment the cook

whenever I'm invited
over for dinner.

And my only physical infirmity
is pretty lousy eyesight.

I've never been married.

I've never even,
you know, up until now,

been in love, so...
how about you?

(chuckles)
(chuckles)

Gee, I don't know
what to say.

Oh, my gosh, now I've
done it, haven't I? Um...

See, I'm so shy,
I usually don't even

open my mouth
around women, um...

I don't know what I'm saying.
I'm sorry.

(shop bell tinkles)

(door closes)

(Harmon)
So, inasmuch, Your Honor,

as my client has been accepted
for treatment

at the Friedman
Psychiatric clinic,

and inasmuch as $5,000 has
been placed into escrow

for her continuing care,

Marika Poupoulis requests
that her petition

for release be granted,
thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Cobb.
Mr. Daily?

Your Honor, we'd like
to call Dr. Boone Halloway.

(Nick)
That Harmon Cobb,
God sent him to us.

This is only a hearing,
Doctor.

You don't have
to be sworn.

Thank you.

I'm here today to recommend

that this court not grant
Marika Poupoulis' petition.

This patient is
psychotically depressed.

She is paranoid with severe
suicidal tendencies.

And this has occurred despite
heroic efforts to save her.

Since committing herself
to our care,

this patient has undergone
12 insulin coma treatments

and eight electroconvulsive
shock treatments,

the latest one
yesterday morning.

Your Honor, I strongly believe
the trauma to Marika Poupoulis

of changing her surroundings
and her physician

would result in her death.

No! That isn't right!
No! No! No!

Nothing's wrong with Marika!
You let her... go!

(man)

Good night!

Okay, do you like
terrapin?

I made a reservation
at Pirandello's Fish House.

For every night for the next
two weeks, just in case.

Are you asking me
out to dinner?

Oh, boy, see?

I oughta read a book
on how to talk to women.

I'm sorry
I bothered you.

Wait a minute.

Gosh, don't take no
for an answer

till I say it,
will ya?

Well, aren't you
gonna say no?

I don't know!
No.

(chuckling)
No, wait, no, do you...

Well, do you mean no,
you aren't gonna say no?

Or no, you-- you don't wanna
go out to dinner with me?

Before you figure that out,
how about Thursday?

(chuckles)

Look, I think
you should know

I'm a widow
and I have a child.

How old?
Boy or girl?

A girl, she's 12.

Okay, so I'll pick
you up at 6:30.

Where do you live?

Well, you're
asking for it.

616 Laurel Street.

The house doesn't
have any closets.

You can't miss it.

Oh!

(bell tinkles)

(door closes)

(exhales)

(knock on door)

Come in.

Hi.
I just came in
to say good night.

Hmm...

What a pretty woman.

Who is she?

Oh, she's, uh, involved
in a case I'm working on.

Did I wake you up
tramping around?

No, I wasn't asleep.

Dad, how would you feel

if I met another man
I like someday?

Not that
I necessarily have...

but would your feelings
be hurt?

I mean, I've always been
Harry's wife to you.

Billie, you're a grown woman

and you can do anything
you want.

(phone rings)

I'll get that.

(ringing continues)

Hello?
Yeah, this is Friedma.

Do you remember Halloway
saying that they'd given

Marika Poupoulis a shock
treatment yesterday morning?

That would've been shortly
before I examined her.

Yes?
Well, there are certan
residual effecs

that linger long enough
for me to have noticed them.

Are you telling me
that Halloway lied?

That's right.
Well, if you think that,

do you think he ld
about the other treatme?

I couldn't prove it--
listen, Cobb,

Halloway practiced psychiatry
for ten minutes.

Then he became
an administrator.

All he cares about is
feeding his patients

on 49 cents a day and looking
good for the legislature.

You want to know
about Obenland?

He gets a flat fee for every
patient he refers out there,

whether he commits them
or they commit themselves.

Then he gets a fee
for treating them,

which maybe he earns
and maybe he doesn't.

In my opinion, he's just, uh,
a wholesale supplier.

I'd love to nail
both those butchers.

(line clicks, dial tone)

Hello? Hello?

Everything all right?

Yes.

Okay.

Well, good night.

Good night.

(distant phone ringing)

Good morning.

My name is Cobb.

I'd like to see
Dr. Halloway.

Oh, he isn't here.

Oh.

Okay if I wait?

You know, you could
have saved yourself

a lot of trouble
with a phone call.

He won't be in today
at all.

Hmm.

Thank you very much.

(distant phone ringing)

(whispers)
Psst. Come with me.

What?

Come with me.

Where?
To see Marika.

I saw you the other day.

I know
you're her friend.

(loud chatter)

I'm Donald.
Marika's my friend.

What are you,
an orderly?
Yes.

We have to go
through another room.

But don't worry.

Nobody will hurt you.

(woman screams)

I have to meet my husband.
Have you seen him?

It's very important.
He gets very...

(woman laughs)

You're hurting me!

Help!
He's hurting me!

Stop!
You're hurting me!

Esther,
it's all right now.

It's all right.
He won't hurt you anymore.

Come on, hurry up,
we have to go.

(door locks)

Those are the bad ladies.

They can hurt you.

Sometimes they put
Marika in there,

and she gets into fights.

Do the doctors do
anything for her?

No.

(keys jingling)

They used to keep
coal here.

Now it's where
my friends live.

Marika, Marika.

Wake up,
wake up.

Yeah, your friend
came to see you.

Help me.

Help me!

Help me.
Help me.

I will, I will.

Help me.

(Judge Bell)
They should've locked you in
there and thrown away the key!

Marika Poupoulis
is my client.

I don't care if
she's your mother.

You are a member
of this law firm!

Judge, don't you even care

that they've got people locked
up like animals down there?

Don't you accuse me
of being heartless.

I know that what they did
to Marika Poupoulis down there

in that hellhole
drove her crazy.

I don't know why they did it.

Maybe they thought it was
a prison or a torture chamber

instead of a hospital.

Maybe they were saving money.

I don't know.

But they're not gonna
get away with it.

I'm gonna sue
to have Marika Poupoulis

put in a private hospital
at their expense.

And I'm gonna sue
them for damages.

You horse's ...,
don't you know

we have in this state a thing
called sovereign immunity?

In English common law,
it means that the king

can do what he damn
well pleases.

What it means to you is
you can't sue the state!

Look at you.
You're the most pitiful

excuse for an attorney
I've ever seen.

You are the most
contrary human being

I've ever met in my life.

First you tell me
I'm such a good lawyer,

you want to hire me.

Then you get me here
and you don't give me
any cases.

And now you're
calling me pitiful!

Well, if I'm so pitiful,

what the hell did
you hire me for?!

I hired you because I was the
instrument of your destruction.

I made you defend
that German POW.

It ruined your life.

I couldn't die knowing
I'd done that to a man.

So I made myself the instrument
of your resurrection!

You didn't ruin my life.

Yes, I did!
The town turned against you.

They did not turn against me.
We found the real murderers.

That's beside the point.

On account of me,
you lost your practice.

I never had any practice!

I wasn't ambitious enough
to have a practice!

What are you telling me?
That you made me a charity case

so that you could feel noble?

Write out your resignation!

Why should I?
Fire me!

I will not be the instrument of
your destruction a second time.

... you, just quit!

Judge,
you are a piece of work.

I will not quit.

I'm gonna live in your house
and I'm gonna drive your car.

And while I'm doing that,

I'm gonna sue
the State of Maryland.

You're all so in love
with somber beauty

of ancient precedents, fine.

But there is a way around
sovereign immunity,

and I'm going to find it.

Just because it's never been
found before

doesn't mean it can't be done.

I'm gonna find it and I'm gonna
save Marika Poupoulis,

and I'm going to show you
that it can be done,

you sanctimonious old goat.

That's more like it!

(door opens, then closes)

(Billie)
Hi, I'm home!

(footsteps approach)

Hey, Dad.

Anything interesting?

Scintillating stuff.
The Common Law of England.

I'm up to King George III.

You wanna borrow it
after I'm through?

No thanks, I've actually
got a date tonight.

He's coming for me
in 20 minutes.

I gotta get a move on.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

(doorbell rings)

(Billie)
I'll get it!

(Jack)
I wonder if your father-in-law's
still in the cellar.

I'd sure like to meet him.

(Billie)
I think you better
leave him to me.

Did you have
a good time at all?

Yes, I did.

I might even wanna
do it again sometime.

You would?
Yes.

Okey-doke.
(chuckles)

Uh, Billie,
I'm ridiculously impulsive

and I always have been,
so here goes.

I'm just crazy about you.

I'd decided that the great
love of my life was just

never gonna be in the same
place as I was and, and...

and then now...

here, here you are
after all and...

There.
(sighs)

That first kiss can
turn into a dinosaur

if you don't
get it over with.

(car door opens, closes)

Yeah?

What's the matter, Dad?

Nothing.

If not, why'd you hide in the
cellar when Jack came for me?

I wasn't hiding.
(chuckles)

What, uh, what branch
of the service was he in?

He was 4-F.
He wanted to go,

but he's almost blind
without his glasses.

I, uh, I'm a little busy now,
working, I'm sorry.

Okay.

Good night, Pop.

(knock on door)

Come in.

Is your nose
out of joint, too?

No.

Well, that's a relief.

So what did you
think of Jack?

Well, he's kinda handsome,
and he seems really nice.

Yeah.

How would you feel if
I went out with him again?

Gee, why are you
asking me?

Well, I don't want you
to be hurt because of Daddy.

Jack's really nice, and I think
he likes me a lot.

So, come on, Mom,
did he kiss?

(chuckles)
Is that all you care about?

It's none of your beeswax.

Good night, precious.

Good night.
Hey, Mom?

Yeah?

Thanks for asking me.

(Billie)
What a perfect day
for a picnic.

(Jack)
Well, I'm just sorry your Dad's
too busy to come along.

(Nancy)
Lucky for you
I wasn't too busy.

(all chuckling)

(music, applause on radio)

(girl on radio)
Gee, Unc, can't I have
my roller skates back?

(man)
If this works, I'll buy you

all the roller skates
any kid ever dreamed of.

Will you turn
that down, please?

Sorry, Grandpa.

(man)
There, it's finished.

Wanna try it?

(girl)
Not me, remember last time?

(laughter)

(girl)
Okay, here goes!

(audience laughing)

(program continues)

(glass shattering, laughter)

(music, applause)

(door closes)

Hey, Judge,
look at this.

Oh...
(chuckling)

They've already tried
and failed with that one.

(laughing)

(Harmon)
I'm not spending the whole
evening in the cellar again.

The hell with it.

Bye, Mom.
Bye, honey.

See you tonight,
Grandpa.

Dad, we've got to talk.

I hate this.

I get up every morning
and all I want to do is cry.

We'll talk about it later.

(door closes)

Holy Chicago.

(banging on door)

Who is it?

(Harmon)
It's me! Let me in!
I found it!

What are you doing
with a gun, Judge?

I'm gonna shoot you
if this isn't damn good.

It's great.

"Becket as Archbishop
of Canterbury

"often asserted his
independence from the King.

"Once a certain monk stood
accused of the murder

"of a follower of one
of the King's barons.

"King Henry demanded the monk
be tried in his courts,

"but Becket refused,
claiming the crime

should be dealt with
by the, by the church."

Now let me just
tell it to you.

The monk hid
in his monastery.

This baron destroyed
the monastery

looking for him
before he found him.

Becket told the King he had
to pay for the damages.

The King told Becket
to go to ...

So Becket had him
tried in absentia

in front of a tribunal
of bishops.

They found him guilty,
and they made him pay a fine.

King Henry paid a fine
because he wanted Becket

to excommunicate some joker that
he didn't like in the Church.

But it doesn't alter the fact
that the King paid!

And sovereign immunity
was broken.

Exactly.

All this time, I was
thinking civil law

when this was under
the realm of church law.

That counts,
doesn't it, Judge?

You damn right it does.

If there's a record
of it in Glasscock.

If it's here, we've got us
a citation we can use in court.

We?

You.

Well, I'll be damned,
here it is.

I'll guarantee you one thing.

The Attorney General himself
is gonna show up for this.

Because if we get
us the right judge...

I mean, if you get
the right judge,

someone who appreciates
history...

Harvey Gold.
He'd be your man,

and I'm just the fellow
who can arrange to get him.

And maybe they'll let
you take on the King.

Judge, if you wanna say

"Let us take on the King,"
it's okay with me.

Well, I'll tell you something.

You hurt my feelings
when you said I didn't care

about the people
in that asylum.

But so long
as you won't resign,

I guess the whole firm
oughta show up in court.

By the way,
do we have a case?

I was hoping you
wouldn't ask that.

(bailiff)
Oyez, oyez! All rise.

Maryland Circuit Court
for Anne Arundel County

is now in session.

The Honorable
Judge Harvey Gold presiding.

Give me the date of that cite,
please, Mr. Cobb?

May 5, 1159, Your Honor.

Hm, Glasscock's Systematic
Interpretation

of English Canon Law?
Hmm.

(Harmon)
Yes, sir.

Judge Bell
and I have prepared

a brief that expands
the particulars.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Thomas Becket?

What that says,
Your Honor,

is that Henry II
got held accountable

for not protecting
his subjects from himself.

We, uh, are asking
Your Honor

to apply the same standards
to the State of Maryland.

With all due respect,
Your Honor,

it is well known that you
love obscure precedent.

But this citation is absurd.

Luckily, Mr. Attorney General,
that is for me to decide,

not you, hmm?

Now, I'm going to retire
and study this brief.

Court is in recess.

(gavel pounds)

(elevator bell dings)

Judge Gold is ready.

Gentlemen...

now this is interesting.

I'm going to hear
this case.

Yeah!

(Judge Bell)
First thing we've got
to do in the trial

is put a human face
on an absent plaintiff.

Even if we can do it,

proving those people drove her
crazy is gonna be real sticky.

They're not stupid.

And the Attorney General
is a tough customer in court,

believe me.

(Harmon)
Well, the only friendly witness
we've got is Donald,

the fella who took me
through the asylum.

Some witness.

They'll try to have him
disqualified,

so it'll be up
to Judge Gold.

I don't hold out
much hope.

Winning a legal point like
we just did is real satisfying.

I just hope we can use it to
save that young woman's soul.

(distant phone ringing)

(Stanley)
Move it, Donald.

Hello, Donald.
Thank you.

Donald...
I need your help

so I can help
our friend Marika.

Do you think you could
talk to somebody

about what
it's like in here?

All right, forget it,
forget it, Donald.

It's all right.

Do you know what
a business card is?

Business card.

Do you know how to read?

All right, take this.

Take it, it's got
my number on it.

Don't show it to anybody.

If you ever have
to call me...

Do you know how
to use a phone?

I've seen the doctors and
nurses talk to 'em, but...

One more thing.

Could you take me to see
our friend again?

Okay.

(whispers)
Hurry, hurry,
if they catch us...

Sorry, Marika, I promise
you'll never have to see this.

(distant dog barking)

(Jack)
Well...

All I can do
is wish you luck.

Hmm... thanks.

(exhales)

Dad, look at me.

I have a speech I've been
rehearsing for two days,

and you're going
to listen to it.

Don't make it.
(exhales)

Sorry, but I'm going to.

Dad...

You know I've loved
you all these years

even more than
I loved my own father.

It was the most natural
thing in the world

that we came to live with you
when Harry went overseas.

And after he died,
it was just home.

We're here because
you're our family,

and that's who
you stay with.

So here goes.

Jack Adkins is
in love with me.

I don't know if
I'm in love with him yet,

but I know I wanna be.

You have
to accept it, Dad.

No, I don't!

Yes, you do!

Do you think I didn't love
Harry as much as you did?

I don't know how much
you loved him.

I only know how
much I loved him.

Don't you know what you're
doing, for God's sake?

You're killing him for me
all over again!

Oh, Dad, that hurts.

That just hurts me so much.
(sobbing)

(door closes)

(Harmon)
I'm sorry to do
this to you, Donald,

but it's the only way
we can help Marika.

Donald, don't you wanna
see what's out here?

All these cars
and people?

Donald Two?
What kind of name is that?

Well, he was the second
Donald in the Boys Wing

when he got there,
Your Honor.

Donald, the reason that
you had to come here

is because if you
testify in the trial,

this is where you'll
have to do it.

Do you understand that?

(moaning)

He's just frightened,
Your Honor.

Donald?

Donald, Donald, tell the judge
about the coal bins.

Tell the judge
about the baths, Donald.

(loud moaning)
Donald, please,

don't you want
to help Marika?

(loud moaning continues)

What do you want me to do?

I cannot let you put
this man on the stand.

It's all right, Donald,
it's all right.

It's all right.

(door unlocks)

(distant dog barking)

Billie?!

Nancy?!

(Nick)
I first met Marika Poupoulis

when she came
from Greece in 1937.

She was 17 years old.

There was
an arranged marriage.

They still do that
sometimes.

Her husband died and, uh,
my wife and I, we took her in.

She worked in my restaurant
for nine years.

What did she look like?

Objection.

Ordinarily, Your Honor,

the plaintiff
in a civil action

would be sitting
in the courtroom.

I think the jury ought to know
who's bringing suit here.

Oh, please.

(Judge)
No, no.

I'll permit it.
Go ahead, please.

Well, I,
I bring picture here.

She was 12.

Objection! What the plaintiff
looked like at 12

is irrelevant and frivolous!

Oh, very well then.

We have a more
recent photograph.

Absolutely not,
Your Honor.

Why?

What you objected to was
the age of that photograph.

You opened this can
of worms up for yourself,

Mr. Attorney General.

I will admit
the second photograph.

And Mr. Cobb, you've made
as much of a point

on this as I'll allow, hm?

You can step down,
Mr. Vovakis.

And we're in recess for lunch.
(gavel pounds)

(Jack)
Mr. Cobb?

I'm Jack Adkins.

Can I talk to you,
please?

Go ahead.

I wish I could make it
so you don't hate me.

But I've been looking
for a girl

like Billie all my life.

And now that
I've found her, I'm...

I've gotta fight for her.

So now, I know that
I can never appreciate

what you went through
in losing your son.

No, you can't.

Okay, but, but just
think about this.

It wasn't anybody's fault.

And even though you
don't care about me,

don't you think Billie deserves
a chance to be happy?

Yes, I do.

(car starts)

(Harmon)
Dr. Halloway, uh,

this document contains
testimony that you gave

before the State Senate Finance
Committee last February.

On page two you state,

"In 1946, Walnut Hill
gave treatment

second to none
to 330 inmates."

Is that true, sir?
Yes.

And on page six, "Walnut Hill
is a spotless facility

where kindness and mercy
are the watchwords."

Do you stand
by those words, sir?

Your Honor, are we gonna go line
by line through this report?

I'm just trying to find out
if it's true and accurate.

Ye Gods, Your Honor, the state
will gladly stipulate to that.

Anything to save time,
Your Honor.

I'll submit
this report, Your Honor,

as an exhibit
of the plaintiff's.

Accepted.

Dr. Halloway...

if I were a person who
needed mental health care,

and I read that report,
which the state of Maryland

just stipulated contains
the unvarnished truth,

I guess I would feel
pretty wonderful

about going out there,
wouldn't I?

You might, yes.

And Lord forbid, if your mother
needed mental health care,

you as a loving son wouldn't
hesitate for a second

to send her out there,
would you?

(Yates)
Objection!

I withdraw the question,
Your Honor.

Dr. Halloway, do you have
a patient at your facility,

name of Marika Poupoulis?

That's correct.

She committed herself,
did she not on, uh...

oh, uh, December 28, 1946...

Did she not?

That's correct.

Did you diagnose her when
she came or did someone else?

I did.

And, uh, could she talk, uh,

read and write,
uh, sign her name?

Yes.

So what was your diagnosis?

That she was
severely depressed.

You, uh, discussed this
with Dr. Obenland?

He's listed here as the,
as the admitting physician.

On the 28th, he prescribed
treatment at that time.

He did this personally?

Yes.

I have no more questions.

Well, they stipulated
to a bundle of lies.

Good work.

Now all you've gotta do
is prove they're lies.

Thanks for the encouragement.

(car door closes)

Nice to see
your face, squirt.

Nice to see
yours too, Grandpa.

Hmm...

How's your Mom?

She's all right.

Sit down.

Hmm.

You got a little
apartment, huh?

Yes.

Oh, Grandpa, I want to come
back and live with you!

I would like that, too.

I know why you're sad.
You do?

Remember when we went fishing
after Daddy died,

and I caught
the rainbow trout?

And you made me
throw him back?

You said we'd always
remember his colors.

When I miss Daddy,

I think about what you said
and I remember him.

Everything about him I can.

And I look at all
the pictures we have of him,

every one, over and over.

I'm never gonna
forget him, Grandpa.

Never in my whole life.

Me neither.

Well, then...

don't you think Mom's always
gonna remember him, too?

Here, Grandpa.

I bought a book with a page
for every day of the year.

It's for you.

I wrote on all
the pages, see?

"Remember Nancy."

I could never
forget you, Nancy.

Never in a million years.

Thanks, sweetheart!

Tell me, Dr. Obenland,

how many sessions
of psychoanalysis

does it take to cure somebody
who's psychotically depressed?

I couldn't possibly say.

One treatment?

Hardly.

Um... a hundred?

Sometimes.

Hmm.

Now, according to Marika
Poupoulis' hospital records,

you had 28 sessions of
psychotherapy with her.

Is that correct?

If that's what
it says, yes.

And, uh, the records also
state that you prescribed

12 insulin shock treatments,

eight electroconvulsive
shock treatments?

Is that also true?
Yes.

So you gave up
on the psychotherapy?

Yes, she, uh...
deteriorated from

a depressed state
into psychosis.

Doctor, at the
psychotherapy sessions,

what is it
that you do, anyway?

Well, I elicit, uh, memories
and feelings of childhood, um...

looking for areas I can
delve into more deeply.

"Tell us about the time
your mother or your father
beat you?"

That sort of thing.

It's hardly that obvious.

There are also tests--
word association,

picture association,
that sort of thing.

Getting at the root
of psychotic

or neurotic behavior
is a very complex process.

Ahh...

So that's pretty much what you
did with Marika Poupoulis?

Yes.

How much do you make
out there, Doctor?

I mean, uh, do you get
a salary from the state,

or do they pay you
by the consultation?

No, I, I get paid
a, a flat fee.

$27 a month per patient.

$27 a month
per patients you cure?

Uh, no.

Well, then what, sir?

Per patient I treat.

$27 a month doesn't
seem like very much

unless you had
50 patients out there.

Do you have that many?

It's possible.

50 patients
times $27 a month.

That's $1,350 a month.

You treat them all?

Yes, I treat them all.

You've published some
pretty successful books,

have you not, Doctor?

Yes, I have.

Based on case studies
of the hopelessly insane?

Well, that's in
a general sense.

Isn't it true that the source
material for these books

are the patients
you treat at Walnut Hill?

Yes, and I deeply
resent the implication.

Oh, then you'll be
happy to know

I have no more questions.
Thank you, Doctor.

Your Honor, I may need
to recall this witness.

Dr. Friedman, have you had any
occasion in your own practice

to administer
electric shock treatments?

Hundreds of times.

You examined Marika Poupoulis
on July 15th, didn't you?

That's correct.

When you're examining
a patient,

is there any way you can tell

if she's recently had
an electric shock treatment?

A patient undergoing
electroshock

experiences
violent convulsions.

There's bruising, either from
the convulsions themselves

or from the restraints used
to control the patient.

Doctor, I'm gonna
show you a page

from the Walnut Hill Hospital
medical file

on Marika Poupoulis.

Would you tell me what's
indicated right there?

That she was administered
electroconvulsive shock

at 11:00 a.m.
on July 15, 1947.

Hmm, the same day
you examined her.
Yes.

I saw her around 2:00 p.m.

Did she show
any signs of bruising?

None whatsoever.

Does that suggest any
conclusion to you, Doctor?

Because I can tell you it's
suggesting one to this jury.

Yes.

That Marika Poupoulis
received no shock treatment

on the morning of July 15th.

(courtroom murmuring)

Your witness.

Dr. Friedman, we're talking
about one small discrepancy.

Isn't it just possible
that a mistake

could have been made
in the records?

Sure.

And pigs have wings.

(laughter)

The jury will
absolutely disregard

the witness's last remark.

I have no further questions.

You may step down,
Doctor.

Your Honor, my client needs
to subpoena some records.

Dr. Obenland,
do you recognize this?

Uh, that appears to be
my, uh, appointment book.

One from your office?
Yes.

You're a very busy man.

An appointment every hour
on the hour five days a week.

Did you keep 'em all?

Of course.

Then I'll ask you about
some of these entries.

Now, we'll use initials for
purposes of confidentiality.

Okay...

December 31st, you had
a different patient every hour

from 9:00 in the morning
until 5:30 in the afternoon

with a half-hour off
for lunch.

Is that correct?

If that's what it says.

That's what it says.

Here we have
the hospital records.

December the 31st,

you had one of your 28
psychotherapy sessions

with Marika Poupoulis
at Walnut Hill

at 11:00 a.m.

Where were you, Doctor?

At Walnut Hill treating
Marika Poupoulis

or at your office
treating D.L.?

What about January the 3rd?

Were you at Walnut Hill
treating Marika Poupoulis

or were you at your office
treating D.S.?

Well, please tell us,
Doctor, please, tell us!

I was in my office.

All right, so you weren't
treating Marika Poupoulis

at Walnut Hill
on the 31st of December.

And you were not treating
her at Walnut Hill

on the 3rd
of, uh, January.

Is that right?
That's right.

Well, did you ever
treat her

on any of those other
28 psychotherapy sessions?

No.

You didn't delve
into her past,

lead her through a complete
medical examination?

Give her a word
association test?

No.

The truth is, Doctor,
that you have never

in your life set eyes
on Marika Poupoulis, have you?

No.

(courtroom gasps)

(gavel pounding)

(courtroom murmuring)

But I did nothing wrong.

I did not falsify
those hospital records!

No, but you lied
about them.

Thank you very much, Doctor.

Your Honor, I'm finished
with this witness.

(reporters shouting)
Judge Bell...

No comment!

We have no comment!

Well, we proved
they didn't help her.

But all they gotta do is

promise to be good boys
from now on.

I don't think
we'll win the suit

without proving
they hurt her.

Damn, Donald's
the only one on our side

who knows enough
to hurt them.

Oh, well...

Want to flip a coin to see
who sums up tomorrow?

You can do
the honors, Judge.

Thanks!
I don't mind if I do.

(door opens, closes)

(Dr. Obenland)
Halloway, you've got to do
something about Donald Two.

(Halloway)
I know, I'll take care of it.

Donald?

Hey, Donald?!

Guess what, Donald?

They're gonna put you in
with the people

with the black eyes,
Donald!

Hey, Donald!

(door opens, closes)

(dial tone)

(phone ringing)

Harmon Cobb.

Are you inside the phone?

What? Who's this?

It's Donald Two.

Holy Chicago.

I know seven ws
out of the hospit.

But I was always
afraid before.

One of the ways out is...

is beside
the big brick chimney.

Where they do the laundry?

Can you come
to the big chimney

and take me away with you?

I...

I want to help Marika...
before they cut my brain.

I'll be there.

(hangs up phone)

(Harmon)
Donald, tell us about when you
went to see Judge Gold before.

I was bad before.

I was afraid.

Why?

Dr. Halloway said
if I talked to you,

they would hurt Marika.

But why did you change
your mind about talking now?

Because Dr. Halloway's
gonna cut my brain.

People with the black eyes,
they never smile.

Sometimes the doctor makes
a mistake and they can't talk.

Not ever.

Stanley told me that's
what would happen to me.

Stanley is the big attendant
who was with him

when he was in your
chambers before, Your Honor.

So I ran away.

I know seven ways
out of the hospital.

I got outside the fence to
the place by the big chimney.

Harmon Cobb was there.

We drove to his house
in a car.

I was never
in a house before.

Now I've been in two houses.
Hmm.

I ran away so I could
tell about Marika

before Dr. Halloway cuts
my brain

and I can't talk anymore.

What does he mean, "the people
with the black eyes"?

(Judge Bell)
Pre-frontal lobotomy patients.

Dr. Friedman says they exhibit
post-operative contusions

around the eyes... shiners.

The eyes, that's
where they go in.

They call it ice-pick surgery.

Judas Priest.

All right, put him
on the stand.

(Harmon)
Donald, why are you
at Walnut Hill?

I'm a feeble-minded child.

How long have you
been there?

Since I was three years old.

Have you ever been
to school?

No.

But I know how
to read and write.

Who taught you?

William Five.

His mother taught him.

Before this happened,
were you ever outside

the grounds
of the hospital?

No.

What do you do
at the hospital, Donald?

I have a job.

I'm an orderly.

I help move people,
and I clean their messes.

Do you get paid
for this work?

Do you get money?
Do they give you money?

I don't know
what that is, I...

They give me food
and a place to sleep.

And where is that?
The place to sleep?

We sleep in the basement
of the Deaver Building.

It's warm there.

Who's we?

The 23 of us there.

23 children, like me.

Hmm, how old are you,
Donald?

54 years old.

Uh, are you
the oldest child?

No, Billy One is
63 years old.

Hmm.

Where you going, Harmon?

Oh, I'll be right back.

I'm just gonna get
a picture here.

Here, Donald.

Who is this lady?

That's my friend.

Marika is her name.

Marika.

How often do you see her?

Every day.

I'm the orderly
for the basement, uh,

of the, uh,
Lloyd Building.

Uh, I bring food
and I clean there.

Is that where she lives?

Yes.

Hm, what kind of a room
does she have?

A coal bin.

(courtroom reacts)

(gavel pounds)

Uh, it's, it's not
a coal bin anymore.

They took the coal out
and put a wire door

and three little rooms and...

she's in the second room.

What does she use
for a toilet?

A pail.

What does she sleep on?

A mattress.

Does she ever leave
the room?

Once a week when
I clean it with a hose.

Where do they take her
when you do this?

To the washtubs
over by the, uh, furnace.

To give her a bath.

Does the doctor ever come
to the hospital

to visit Marika?

No, no.

A nurse?

No.

Why, why do they keep her
in the coal bin?

(sobbing)

Because...

she was... bad.

(courtroom murmuring)

Your Honor,
may I approach the bench?

What'll you take?

$25,000 actual damages,
100,000, punitive damages.

And we want
Marika Poupoulis treated

at state expense
in the Friedman Clinic.

Half on the damages.
No, sir.

Before you get to dickering
too hard, Mr. Attorney General,

let me tell you how
I've decided to rule

on the question
of sovereign immunity.

It's clear to me, based
on the facts in the case,

that the state ought to be
liable for damages

done to people
trusting in its care.

Now I might be
overturned on appeal,

but, uh, then again,
I might not be.

I don't want to run the risk
of setting a precedent

that'll open the floodgates

to 10,000 lawsuits
like this one.

Everybody who thinks
the state has done them

an injustice
will hire a lawyer.

We'll be bankrupt.

I'll give you
the full amount.

Good.

The question
of sovereign immunity

is moot for the moment.

In the meantime,
I'll put Donald Two

under protective custody.

Well, let's not keep
the jury waiting, hm?

(reporters shouting)

Marika Poupoulis
is getting out of purgatory.

And the wonderful thing is
that maybe before long,

the place won't
be purgatory anymore.

(reporter)
Judge Bell, is this
the most satisfying case

you've ever tried?

I didn't try it.

This fella here tried it,
Harmon Cobb.

Did a hell of a job, too.

Showed more grit than
any other lawyer I've ever met,

except one, and that was
Clarence Darrow.

(reporters shouting)

Well, I told you not
to take this case.

Now you're gonna be famous
and have a swelled head.

And you'll want more money.

I wouldn't know what
to do with it, Judge.

Thanks for your help.

You did a pretty
good job yourself.

I really did know
Clarence Darrow, you know.

He was the worst
dressed lawyer

I ever set eyes on
till I met you.

(chuckling)

Welcome to Baltimore.
Thank you.

You! You!
(laughing)

(loud chatter)

You're invited to dinner.

I am?

Bring Billie and Nancy.

But don't tell Billie
where you're taking her

or she won't come.
Okay.

Can you make it tonight?

Absolutely.

Do you fish?

Sounds delicious.

No, no, do you fish?

Oh, once in a while,
but, you know,

I'm not really
avid about it.

Well, you'd better
get avid about it.

It's a required activity
in our family.

(car door opens, closes)

Grandpa!

Let me look at your face.

Sweet baby.

Nice of you to come.

Who's your sourpuss
girlfriend?

Face looks familiar.

Soup's on, let's go.

That's when they folded.

The judge was thrilled...

with his victory over
the Attorney General.

You should've seen him
that night.

Nick Vovakos had a big party,
the judge drank too much ouzo.

(chuckling)

I'm real proud
of you, Dad.

Thank you.

Coming from you,
that means a lot.

Squirt, I know
you're a guest

but, uh, will you do
the dishes?

(Nancy)
Sure.

You can help clear
and dry.

Okay, sure.

Thank you.

Follow me.

Good meal, huh, squirt?

Uh-huh.

I said a terrible thing,
and I'm sorry.

Of course, it...

was nowhere near
the, the truth.

You see... what I've done
since Harry was killed is...

go around kind of half alive.

It's like it's still the day
that telegram arrived.

I couldn't see why
life had to go on.

So, for the love of heaven,
will you please move back here

and take care of me, at least
until you get married?

Or I get married or...
whichever comes sooner.

Are you sure you didn't make
this his awful meal on purpose

so I'd feel sorry for you?

Never had an ulterior
motive in my life.

You old faker.

Dad, I want to move back more
than anything in the world.

Jack told me about
a place to go fishing.

It's called
Little Hunting Creek,

and it's somewhere
near Frederick.

His dad used
to fish there.

It's got native brook
trout in it, Pop.

Brook trout?
Yeah.

Come in the kitchen,
you dry.

I wanna talk to Jack.

(loud chatter)

Hey, everybody...

No, no!
(laughter)

Hey, look, everybody!

There she is!

Marika!
(laughing)

Marika!
Marika, my darling.

(laughs)

You came to see me...

in the hospital?

You remember that?

Yes.

My friend.

What a beautiful face.

(Nick)
You see? Didn't I tell you?

She has sunshine
in her smile.

(laughs)

Bring her over here.

Marika!
Hi, Marika!

She doesn't remember
a thing about Walnut Hill.

She just has a vague notion
about Donald and about you.

The resilience
of the human spirit

is an amazing thing
sometimes.

(Donald)
Harmon!

Hey, Donald.

How are you?

I have my own room,

with books and a radio.

I've been to the zoo
and seen the animals.

I've seen the ocean.

(chuckling)

That's good, Donald.

Makes me real happy.
I'm proud of you.

Thank you, Harmon.

Hello, Donald.

Hello!

(Donald)
Marika!

Oh, hello.

Oh, these are
your friends.

Nice thing to see.

Donald's discovering
the world.

So am I.

(chatter and laughter)

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