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- Sorry.
- I'm with someone.

- I know.
- And I thought so were you.

Is there somebody else?

I've just been busy, that's all.

I take back my apology.
I'm still in love with you.

'Said sentence to be suspended
pending Mr. Davies'

'successful completion of a
drug rehabilitation program.'

'Your Honor,
this is his third offense.'

You kidding me?
You kidding me?

'Not guilty.'

You have got to be kidding me!

Trials come down to which
lawyer a jury likes more

and they'll tumble to something
you know all too well.

- Which is?
- You're an asshole.

Well, your problem, Harry..

...outlook.

Life is all in the outlook.

- Got it.
- Take this trial, for example.

- Oh, God.
- When you were in Law school..

Your dream, like that
of any law student

was to one day
have that big case.

That big, big case where
everything came down to you.

The murder trial, better yet

the murder trial
where you get to defend

someone dear to you,
a close friend.

Well, here you have it.

You actually get to defend

a close friend
wrongly accused of murder.

Well, maybe not so wrongly,
he blasted the guy

but still, this comes
damn close to the dream.

- This was never my dream.
- Well, should have been.

This is fun.
It's rich, it's delicious.

It isn't delicious, Tommy.

Lou Drummond is a dear friend.

He's going through
the worst crisis of his life

and your suggestion
is that I should enjoy it.

That's exactly
what I'm suggesting.

Happiness is about
being able to share

in the misery of a friend.

It's human nature.

Add to that, you have
the opportunity to save him.

How many people get that ever?

The chance to truly
rescue a friend in need?

And if you don't,
what the hell, he did it anyway.

- What?
- I came to you for advice.

And all I get are these
ridiculous profundities

which are preposterous
even by your standards.

Okay. Step one.

Go to the DA,
try to sell him

on voluntary manslaughter.

- It's worth a shot.
- The DA is Josh Peyton.

He's not about to cut me
any slack.

That's great.
You beat him every time.

That has to give him pause.

No, it gives him determination
to finally beat me

and this case presents
the perfect opportunity.

Step two, try the case.
Fact-pattern be damned.

There's always something
a defense attorney can do.

- It's why people hate us.
- Try the case with what?

They literally
caught him red-handed

holding the smoking gun.

Which is why you smile.

'How many lawyers
truly get presented'

with the challenge
of a lifetime?

Your client got caught holding

the smoking murder weapon
right in his hand.

Outlook, Harry. Outlook.

'Well, you know, Harry'

he's sort of right.

What? Just relax and have fun?

You have nothing to lose here.
Lou did shoot the guy.

If you save his life, great.
He did do this to himself.

I could have
and should have advised him

to get a more experienced
criminal defense lawyer.

You did do that.
I heard you.

He insisted on you
because he wanted a lawyer

who believes in him,
and that list gets very small

when you shoot somebody
point-blank with a gun.

Everybody makes this out
to be so cut and dried.

- It wasn't like that.
- Which you seem to get.

Which is why he wants you.

Will you just tell me
what I did?

You did nothing, Malcolm

which seems to be
your social M.O.

Doesn't it?
Malcolm Do-Nothing Davies.

File this for me, please.

- Talk to you, please?
- Sure.

First, you kiss me.

Then you show up at my door
to unapologize

for kissing me, after which--

I declared my love for you.

I think, undying.
I'd have to check my notes.

Look, I'm in a relationship
with somebody.

I get that, Rachel,
but on the chance

you're with that guy
by default.

Or that you really wanna be
with me..

I thought, should you ever
wanna get back with me..

- I won't.
- I'm here!

- You and I didn't work.
- That isn't true.

We worked for four years.

Did we have problems?
Okay, who doesn't?

We split instead
of working them out

in part under the theory
that separation

would give us perspective.

I've seen other people.

I've got my perspective,
and it's you.

Okay? It's you.

- How about Chunhua?
- Not her.

- You told her?
- Not yet.

Ah, so you're just waiting
to see

how this plays out with me?

- That would make me a jackass.
- Which you are!

For you to show up at my house
in the middle of the night--

Would be just an annoyance

if you were really
in love with Thomas.

If you're still in love
with me, I agree

that was a jackass thing
for me to do.

No-no, don't,
don't-don't play

your ridiculous word games
to try to win--

I love you.
Simple, to the point.

I love you.

Never stopped.

I wasn't snooping.

I was getting ready
to leave for the day.

It was around 6:30 or so,
and suddenly, I heard a pop.

A bang, actually,
coming from Mitchell's office.

And what did you do next, sir?

I ran down the corridor,
went into his office

and Mitchell's head,
it just lay on his desk

in a pool of blood.

- Did you see anything else?
- Yes. I saw Lou.

- This man?
- 'Yes.'

- And what was he doing?
- He was just standing there.

- Holding a gun.
- He say anything?

I thought I heard him mumble,
"I'm so sorry."

Thank you, sir. Yours.

These two men were best friends,
to your knowledge?

Yes. They were like
brothers almost.

Uh-huh. You hear anything
before you heard the pop?

- No.
- 'Mr. Drummond try to run?'

- Get away? Flee the scene?
- 'No.'

Uh, in fact, I think
it was he who called 911

'to get an ambulance.'

Thank you, sir.
Nothing further.

How long do you plan
to go on misleading Chunhua?

Okay, first,
I have never misled her.

My feelings
and declarations thereof

have always been genuine.

Just wrong.

I plan to tell her at lunch.

At lunch? In a public place?

At least have the decency
to do it in a place

where she can cry and scream

and claw your eyes out
if she wants to.

Harry, do you have
an opinion on this?

- No. No.
- Do you even care?

Chunhua has become
almost like family.

What do you want
from him, Jenna?

If he doesn't wanna
be with her

then he doesn't wanna
be with her.

'If you ask me, you're crazy.
Chunhua is beautiful.'

She's way better
than you could expect to do

with your looks,
and Rachel doesn't want you.

- I don't believe that.
- 'Cause you're a dope.

What, she's gonna love you
if she could only

get to know the real you?

'She did get to know
the real you.'

- That's when she dumped you.
- What's wrong with you?

Why are you attacking me?

'Cause I have bigger problems
at the moment

than your sophomoric love life.

Go to Peyton
and try to make the deal.

He's not about
to make any deal.

You have no other choice, Harry.

What, are you kidding me?
You kidding me?

Manslaughter?
That's a joke, right?

Where are the cameras?
Manslaughter.

Look, I think you know
as well as I do

that my client did not walk

into his partner's office
with the intent--

No, don't tell me
what I know or don't know.

I don't know anything,
don't be presuming

any knowledge
on my part whatsoever.

- Okay.
- Your client shot a guy.

Walked into his office,
pulled out a gun.

Bang, boom, dead.
That's murder. That's murder.

Manslaughter. You kidding me?
What's that? What's that?

Thank you. What's that?

You make it sound a little
simpler than it actually was.

Oh, it was simple.
Bang, boom, dead, that's simple.

- A lot happened before--
- Murder two, best I can do.

- Murder two, he could get life.
- Murder one, he gets death.

That's what he's looking at.
You know it, I know it.

You know it. I'll give you
murder two right now.

- No. Why not?
- Fine. Little advice?

You want to curry
favor with a DA

not just me, any DA

at least save him some time,
make your play

before the trial. Not after
he's done all the work.

All that's left here
is closing arguments.

You expect me to deal
manslaughter now?

You kidding me?

Actually, we're not quite
ready for closing arguments.

I'm putting my client
on the stand.

- Come again?
- Lou Drummond will testify.

He'll be my final witness.

You're putting your client
on the stand?

Yup.

You're up to something.
What are you up to?

You're up to something.
What are you up to?

- What? You're up to something.
- I promise you I'm not.

Oh, you're up to something.

We were probably
closer to each other

than we were
to our own wives.

In fact, we were...kind of
like an old married couple.

We'd talk about
everything and anything

and get on each other's
nerves in a way

that only married couples can,
I guess.

'And in the moment
leading up to his death'

what were you
talking about then?

Well, it was the end
of a long day.

We were nursing a glass
of whiskey in his office.

He was especially ornery

perhaps because
he'd lost a case

and also, when he drank,
he could sometimes..

I started in on how I thought
I could remember my birth.

What the hell
are you talking about?

I'm serious.
It's pretty vivid, Mitchell.

I'm not sure what it means,
but I can actually--

I can tell you what it means.
Means you're a liar, Lou.

A pathetic one at that. Nobody
remembers his own delivery.

People might remember
past lives, they might

create false memories
to suppress traumas

but never in the history
of mental health has any moron

ever remembered
the experience of being born.

- Go to hell.
- 'Know what your problem is?'

I think you've become
so withered

over being such a boorish lump

that you make up
these preposterous scenarios

in order to delude
yourself and others

that you're actually
interesting.

Not working, Lou.
Not working.

That's when I started
to feel my face get hot.

It's not that he'd never been
verbally abusive before. He had.

But this time..
It was the way he said it.

"Boorish lump."

It just struck a nerve, I guess.

So...what happened next, Lou?

'You know, Mitchell,
I come from a long line'

of uninteresting forefathers.

Yes, this would be
shocking to learn

if you hadn't previously
profiled each of them

in mind-numbing detail.

But I had one uncle,
Allen Roper.

'Uncle Al escaped that legacy
by making himself'

a man of intrigue
in his 67th year.

Know what he did, Mitchell?

He committed a murder.

He went from boorish lump

to complicated, layered pathos

by shooting my Aunt Susan
in the eye.

Golly gee.

'I've always fantasized
about killing somebody.'

I'm told everybody does
at least once in their life.

My problem is, I need a victim

and I like
almost everybody I know.

But suddenly..

I feel like I could
kill you, Mitchell.

- You pulled a gun?
- Not to really shoot him.

- Why, then?
- The look of contempt on his..

I wanted to wipe
that look off his face

'and I guess I thought
I could do so with fear.'

So, yes, I pulled it out
and I pointed it right at him.

Something a boorish lump
would never do.

So, what happened next?

You couldn't handle
killing me, Lou. You know why?

Because then
you would've actually

affected the lives of others.

It suddenly might
matter that you exist.

How could you possibly
deal with that

after 52 years
of uninterrupted nothingness?

Pull the trigger, Lou.

- Pull it.
- You think I won't?

Actually, I think you'd better,
'cause if you don't shoot me

I'll shoot you.

- He pulled a gun?
- Yeah.

I didn't know what..

And when I looked into his eyes

I could see the man
was clearly not right.

'There was this desperation'

I'd never quite seen before.

And then?

Well..

Only you

could be stupid enough

'to pull a gun..'

...on a suicidal man.

- Okay, Mitchell--
- Pull the trigger.

- I'm not gonna shoot you.
- Then you will die.

Mitchell, come on, we-we..
We-we had our fun.

Pull the trigger! Pull it!

- Mitchell.. Listen.
- Pull the damn trigger!

- You are gonna die!
- Put the gun down.

- Pull the damn trigger!
- Mitchell!

You're a dead man!

He was about to shoot me.

I swear.
I could see it in his eyes.

He was about to shoot me.

I would never have..

Outside my family

he was the person
I loved most in life.

Hey. You all set?

I actually brought lunch.

'I thought we could eat in or..'

Chinese takeout,
there's nothing better.

- Oh!
- What a great idea!

You guys can eat
in the storage room.

Use the conference table.

The room can be all yours.

- Really?
- 'Really! It'd be nice.'

And private.

Great.

Stick these on the top shelf,
would you, please?

Stick it yourself.

- Excuse me?
- I said, stick it yourself.

Okay, I'm writing you up
for insubordination.

What? Is this the army?

You're a sergeant,
I'm a private, that it?

Yes, it's called
a relationship.

Emotionally, I pull rank.

You're mentally rank,
is what you are.

You're a nut job.

What, nothing to say?
Storage room is taken.

So you got no door to slam?

Nut job.

You walked into his office

told him you remembered
your own birth.

'He hurled a couple of insults'

'you pulled your gun,
threatened to shoot him.'

He drew his weapon,
you did shoot him

all happily in self-defense.
Is that pretty much it?

- Is that it? Withdrawn.
- Objection.

Tell me, do you have
a carry permit

for your firearm,
Mr. Defendant?

- No.
- So it was criminally illegal.

For you to have it,
against the law.

- Okay.
- The precipitating act..

'Was you committing
a criminally illegal crime.'

Well...okay.

And tell me this, Mr. Defendant.

In the moments after you shot
the victim in the head

'killing him with a shot
to the head'

'did you tell the police
this story?'

Did you give them this,
uh, boorish lump

shoot or be shot,
pull the trigger,

boom, murder account?

Did you tell the police that?

I told them he was about

to shoot me, so I fired.

Why not give them the version
you gave us? It was so riveting.

It had suspense, drama.
It was such a good story.

The police would've been
rapt, just like we are.

You know, good stories
like that, they, uh..

Well, they take time
to concoct.

- Don't they?
- I didn't concoct it.

I'm thinking
if I'm out in Hollywood

'and I'm one of those
studio producer guys'

and a writer
pitches me that story

I wouldn't change a beat,
not a beat.

Except maybe I'd say
it seemed a tad desperate.

Of course, it had to be
desperate, right, Lou?

I mean, you don't sell
that story, you're looking

at a death sentence.
That's desperate.

- That's desperate. Withdrawn.
- Your Honor..

Tell me, sir,
you said he was screaming.

Why is it that nobody
else heard him scream?

His office was at the end
of the corridor

his doors were closed

and his assistant had
left work for the day.

Very convenient. At least,
for you. For him, not so much.

'Now, you and the victim owned'

all the equity
in your law firm 50-50.

- Is that it? Is that it?
- Yes.

And upon his death, you get
the whole pie, am I right?

You think I killed him
for money?

Well, if the victim should die

where does his share
of the firm go?

- It goes to me, but--
- Thank you.

Not if I murdered him.
I-I'm sure I'd be excluded.

Oh, uh, did you think
about that?

I'm thinking about it now.

If I wanted to kill him, don't
you think I'd have a better plan

than walking into his office
and executing him?

It was the perfect plan,
you knew he had the gun

you knew that you could say
he drew first. Your--

No, I said he drew his second.

And since it's just
the two of you in the room

your word against a dead guy's,
one could say

it's the perfect plan.
The perfect plan.

- Objection.
- Sustained.

A man is dead!
That woman lost her husband!

'Those kids lost their father!'

- Objection!
- 'Sustained.'

'I'll ask the jury
to disregard that.'

I'm done.

- You're very quiet today.
- Oh. Well..

Is something wrong?

Well.. Chunhua..

I've been giving a lot
of thought to the..

...progress
of our relationship.

Where it seems to be,
where it..

...is headed and--

I think I know
what you're about to say.

You do?

Adam..

...I'm a very conservative
person by nature.

Chinese women aren't very open
with their feelings

but that doesn't mean
I don't have them.

- Because I do.
- You do?

I've actually been talking
to the therapist

about this a lot lately.

The fact is..

...you're the best man
I ever met.

And I haven't done a very good
job of communicating that.

- I know.
- Oh, it.. It's okay.

I'm gonna get better about it.

- I think, also--
- Chunhua..

You didn't know
what I was about to say.

- I didn't?
- No.

What I was going to say..

As I look into my crystal ball,
see where my life..

I don't really see us in it..

...together.

I adore you.
Don't get me wrong, I do.

But I want to be able
to see and feel

a future in a relationship,
marriage, kids.

And...I don't see it

feel it...with you.

Is there someone else?

Well, yes and no, I suppose.

I'm not seeing anybody else.

But..

...the feelings I had
with Rachel

as much as I'd like
to pretend they're over..

...they're not.

Are you and she
getting back together?

No. She's with somebody.
It isn't that, but..

Well, I know what I'm capable
of feeling with somebody.

And...

- I don't think--
- You'll ever feel that with me.

You're a very...honest man.

And I..

I wish you well.

I really do.

You did the right thing.

- Doesn't make it hurt less.
- I know.

Do me a favor?
Check in with her?

Okay.

One would have thought
that we had a lovely date.

After all, it was lovely,
one would have thought.

But no call came
from anyone saying

they had a good time
the next morning

so, that suggests otherwise,
doesn't it?

Because when men
have lovely times

they typically, customarily
call to confirm the loveliness.

So, either the date
wasn't lovely, after all

or you were just being
discourteous.

You were inconsiderate.
You were rude.

Now, we won't even discuss
you calling me mentally rank

or a nut job.

How we doin'?

It's almost over.
Bet you're glad.

I'm glad.
These things aren't fun.

I know it, you know it,
I know it.

I'm sorry. That's two for you,
one for them.

That means you know it
twice as much?

- Counsel.
- 'See that?'

That was a bit
of lawyering there

the art of distraction.
That's what lawyers do.

Have to, especially in the
hopeless cases, which this is.

Her client, that man,
was greedy for more money.

'His only means of getting it
was the death of his partner'

a man whose office
he goes into with a gun

the murder weapon.

A single shot is fired,
and Mitchell Eaves is dead.

Dead, dead, dead.
How do you spin that one?

Well, you heard him try,
didn't you?

"I pulled out my pistol

"but it was just
to mess with him.

"And then he pulled his,
and he was serious.

He was gonna shoot me.
I had to shoot him."

Give me a break.

'Mitchell Eaves,
no history of violence'

suddenly turns homicidal?

What's that? Out of nowhere?
What's that?

A man, described
by all his friends as docile

suddenly becomes a crazed
maniac? Come on.

Lou Drummond killed his partner.
He did it.

'Walked into his office,
shot him dead for the money.'

Did it. You got the act.

You got the motive.
Bang. Boom. Did it.

I have to admit, I, too,
have been struggling

with how Mitchell Eaves,
this law-abiding man

with no history of violence

could suddenly become
homicidal...or suicidal.

I've also had a
hard time understanding

how Lou Drummond
could pull a gun

on his very best friend
in life.

But then I remembered..

...they were like
an old married couple.

And in a marriage..

I was married once.

About a hundred years ago.

I loved the man very much.

Quite deeply, in fact.

But some days,
I'd wanna kill him.

'The closest of relationships,
over time, can become fraught'

with tiny, little fractures.

Years of hurts and slights can
build up to the point where..

I remember being shocked
at some of the things

I was capable of thinking,
feeling.

The fact is, even in the deepest
and happiest of relationships

the line between love
and hate can be oh-so-thin.

That's why,
when a man is murdered

the very first question
the police ask

is, "Who loved him?"

My client certainly shares blame
for this tragedy, no question.

'Did he escalate things
by drawing his weapon?'

'Probably.'

Could a case be made
for negligent homicide

or reckless endangerment?

I suppose.

But the DA didn't charge
my client with those things.

He went for it all.
First degree murder.

Which means premeditation.

'There is simply no evidence'

'that Lou Drummond walked
into the office that day'

'with the intent
to commit murder.'

Oh, yes, the DA has done

a marvelous job suggesting it.

But evidence, proof?

None.

'I've known Lou Drummond
for 30 years.'

He's a kind, humble person

who values family, friendships.
He has no record.

'He has nothing in his history
that would suggest'

'he could be capable
of this crime.'

If so, the prosecution certainly
would have introduced it.

He could never, ever

have killed
his best friend in life..

...for money.

This I know.

Who am I kidding?

'Friends shock each other
all the time.'

Either by having affairs, or..
I mean, let's face it.

You think you know
somebody and..

As convinced as I am
that Lou didn't do this..

...it would be a lie
for me to say I know.

I don't.

I wasn't in that room that day.

I don't know.

Neither does he.

And neither do you.

Okay, the jury has asked

if they might consider
a lesser charge

such as murder two
or manslaughter.

Those charges
are not on the table.

- Not on the table.
- 'I know that, counsel.'

The question becomes
do we put them on the table?

Absolutely not, if the jury
has murder two as an option

they'll take it. Absolutely not.

If the jury thinks
that's what it is

isn't that a good reason
to include it?

The last thing I'm gonna do
is start taking

my cues from a jury.

That might explain
your losing streak.

I object to that.
I want that stricken.

- We're not on the record here.
- Well, I want it on the record.

I want a record of your abuse,
that's what I want.

My abuse? What is it I did
to so offend you?

What did you do? Did you
actually just ask me that?

- Yes. What?
- 'I'll tell you what you did.'

In the Malcolm Davies trial,
you stood up

and argued jury nullification

'which is a request
that the jury forsake the law.'

That offends me as a person.

As an officer of the court,
that offends me.

Then, with your old lady
armed robber, you did it again.

The law is a system of rules.

Nowhere does it say
you get to break them.

Nowhere does it say you get
to make your own rules.

You're an affront,
that's what you are. An affront.

Alright, look.

You two can get therapy
on your own time.

Let's turn to this case.

Ms. Korn, you have the right
to petition this court

to include a lesser charge.
Is that what you wish to do?

Ms. Korn, do you want me
to consider a lesser charge?

No, Your Honor.

Let's just leave things
as they are.

I'm gonna give you both
one last chance to blink.

Okay, then,
I'll tell the jury

it's murder one
or not guilty.

Do I need to get
a restraining order?

No. Sorry. I just..

Well, I'm sort of back
to renew my apology.

I don't believe you.

How sad is that, huh?
You come back to apologize.

And I immediately suspect
you have an agenda.

It's especially sad
because the one thing you and I

always had, Adam, was trust.

Trust. And now
it's just gone.

- Wow. You're angry.
- Yeah. I am.

Do you even have a clue
as to why?

Tell me.

I was, well, um..

...well, thrilled

that you and I had gotten
to the other side

that we could be friends,
you know?

Real friends.

But what you have now
made clear

is that our relationship

whatever it is or isn't it's..

...it's something
you're willing to jeopardize.

- That isn't fair.
- When Chunhua got attacked..

Who did you turn to?

'Or when you nearly got shot.'

And you even came running
to me to borrow my boyfriend

as a doctor when you needed.

You have traded on a friendship

that I believed in,
that I, that I counted on

'and all the while,
it was maybe because you wanted'

to get back together as lovers.

Yeah, I'm angry.

A-and I'm hurt.

- Hurt?
- Yeah, hurt.

How'd you feel the last time
you lost your best friend?

Look, I thought
I was over you.

- I'm not.
- Is that why you came back?

'Cause you've already made
that point.

Actually, I came back
to let you know

as disappointed as I may be
at not being the guy you..

That I'm really happy for you.

That you found somebody.

'See, the one constant
in all this, Rachel'

is that I will always,
always cheer for you.

Look, Adam,
I'm no expert on love

but you're young,
and I do think

the heart can only discover

what it really wants
with experience.

And by that, I mean

it needs to get scuffed up
a little

like a baseball.

Kicked around
like a soccer ball.

- Stomped on.
- Okay.

I also think
you're judging Rachel

by how much you miss her,
when you should be asking

"What was it like
to be with her?"

'Cause you chose to split.

She chose it more than I did.

I'll be okay, Harry.

The thing is, part of what
I'm feeling right now

is hurt for Chunhua.

I feel bad for the pain
I caused.

When I broke up
with my husband

I was so sure I'd never,
ever find love again.

- Did you?
- No.

Okay, bad example,
but you will.

So will Chunhua.

Can we change the subject?

Did you really roll the dice
with murder one?

Well, Peyton was right
about one thing.

If the jury has murder two
as an option, they'll take it.

But right now,
they have to be willing

to let Lou Drummond
go altogether.

You think
they'll really do that?

Okay, look, I'm not good

at relationships,
I'm not good at women

and I'm definitely
not good at you.

You gotta stop expecting me
to follow dating rules or games

and you gotta forget
about me reading your mind.

I had a great time
on the date.

You know I did,
whether I called or not.

And I don't really think
you're a nut job.

I just think..

Anyway, um..

How about we go on another
date and take it from there?

Well, if that isn't just
the most romantic thing ever.

Okay, look, I'll accept
everything that you just said

but you have to agree, if we
go out, I get to train you.

I've trained every boyfriend
I've ever had

and if we're gonna work,
you have to let me train you.

Wasn't that kind of a
short deliberation?

Extremely. It can mean
only one of two things.

- Which would be?
- Guilty or not guilty.

Will the defendant please rise?

Madam Forewoman, the jury

has reached
a unanimous verdict?

- Yes, Your Honor.
- What say you?

We the jury, in the matter

of The State of Ohio
versus Lou Drummond

on the charge of murder
in the first degree..

...hereby find the defendant,
Lou Drummond

not guilty.

You gotta be kidding me!!

Harry, I don't know
what to say.

You got lucky, Lou.

You drew a zealous DA
who overcharged.

That's the only reason
you're walking free.

No. I got lucky
'cause I had you. Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury--

'Forgive me, Your Honor,
but at this time'

I'd like to announce
my resignation

from the
District Attorney's Office.

I feel it's appropriate
to say, you know, screw the law

screw justice, 'cause that's
what this jury just did.

- Alright, Mr. Peyton.
- 'Actually, if you don't mind.'

I'd like to walk away from
the practice of law altogether

'cause it increasingly
disgusts me.

It makes me wanna shower

just to be a part
of this rancid, fetid

feculent piece-of-crap process!

I can no longer even bear
to be in my skin. No, I cannot!

Just to think that I could
possibly be a player

in this odorous,
disreputable profession!

- Mr. Peyton, that's enough.
- Damn right, it's enough!

I've had it with the whole
squalid, putrid, maggoty..

Maggoty, that's what it is!
Maggoty!

He really whipped out
the thesaurus for this one.

Counsel, I will hold you
in contempt.

Good! Glad to hear it! Hey!

While you're at it,
why don't you hold

the jury in contempt, huh?

How about we hold
this whole system

of so-called justice
in contempt?

Take him away.
You're in contempt of court.

'Throw me away and lock me up!'

Hey, by the way, you're all
invited back to my cell

where you can
suck my res judicata

you jag-off idiot morons!

I haven't finished, judge.
Oh, hey. Check out my abs.

He started taking
his clothes off?

He just lost it,
right in open court.

- Where is he now?
- Still in a jail cell.

The judge says he's gotta
stay there till tomorrow.

I feel like I should
go see him.

- Why?
- I don't know.

I just feel bad for the guy.

I have this image of him

sitting alone there,
not a friend in the world.

His colleagues are probably back
in the office laughing at him.

Poor guy.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I am, uh,
sitting in the corner

with my girlfriend.
I saw you here.

Hi, Harry.

Uh, you know, listen, when you
get a free moment just--

He's got one now.
I'm off to visit an old foe.

Harry, you're really
gonna go see the guy?

I can't shake the image
of him, putz that he is.

Stool's yours.

Try not to kick
any soccer balls.

- What did she mean by that?
- Search me.

So, listen.

For all of your,
uh, nonsense..

...I do, as always,
appreciate your honesty.

So, I just wanted
to respond in kind.

Um, you know,
one of the reasons

for my, you know..

- Wrath.
- Not my word, but okay, uh..

Just-just when I thought
it was safe

to go back
into this platonic..

- Quicksand.
- Not my word, but okay.

Um, you said what you said

and it made me realize
that this transition, mine

uh, hasn't been
as smooth as, um..

Of course, I still
have feelings for you.

Not that I wanna
get back together.

- That would be..
- Stupid.

Not my word, but..
No, actually, it was.

I don't wanna
get back together.

But clearly, I love you.

And I always will.

I'm just really anxious
to make that love work

um...for me

instead of, um..

...hurting.

You're some guy, Adam.

No, no, no touching. No,
touching wouldn't be good.

I'm just, you know, saying..

Why'd we break up?
Do you remember, exactly?

Well, because we were making
each other crazy

and we agreed that, you know

we'd be friends
because as friends--

We wouldn't make each other
crazy?

I really miss you.

I really miss you, too.

Um..

Okay, I'm gonna go back..

...to my table now. Um..

- Goodbye, Adam.
- Bye.

What, you want to make sport of
me now, is that it? Is that it?

Let me in.

It's not too often
I come across people

grumpier than me, you know.

You did me a favor,
that's what you did.

All I needed was a push.

You gave it to me.
I should thank you.

Look, Josh..

- Can I call you Josh?
- No.

Only my mother gets
to call me that.

Really? What do your friends
call you?

You have any friends?

- Well, what do they call you?
- They call me Puck.

I played hockey as a kid,
and the name stuck.

Puck?

- Puck Peyton?
- Look, w-what do you want?

Is this some Schadenfreudistic
sadistic thing?

Is that it? Is that it?
What do you want?

You know..

...Puck..

'...you're a really good
lawyer.'

You shoot yourself in the foot
with your overzealous..

That and your insistence
on being an antagonist.

'This case,
the Malcolm Davies case'

'the Anna Nicholson case..'

all of them should have
reached plea agreements.

In all three,
you went for the maximum

and you got burned.

You just need to dial it back.

How do I dial it back

when defense attorneys
just push, push, push, push?

You-you make me push back,
that's what you do.

Push, push, push, push,
fight, fight, fight.

Well, when you make
everything a war

we kinda have no choice
but to do battle.

'Maybe if you introduced
a little compromise'

into the process,
it wouldn't be

so...rancid, fetid,
feculent and maggoty.

Go ahead, make fun of me.
Why not?

You make yourself
an easy target.

Look, can I get you anything?

A pizza? A hamburger?
A Snuggie?

How about a beer?

Why are you being nice to me?

Because I think
somebody needs to be.

Beer?

Against the rules.

Thank you.

For thinking of me.
I-I do appreciate it.

Guard?

I don't really
dislike you, you know.

I just..

Defense attorneys,
I-I have to think of them

as the enemy, that's all.
It's the only way to..

I don't dislike you.

Have a good night,
Mr. Peyton.

Puck.

You stink!