All language subtitles for Ally.McBeal.S03E09.1999.Disney+.WEB-DL.1080p.H264.AAC-HDCTV_track6_[eng]

-[Man] Order?
-[Man #2] Breakfast.

[Man #3] Good morning, sir.
How you doing?

Change? Anything? Need a cup of coffee.

For God's sake, don't look at me.

Yeah, I'm talking to you,

you corporate hollowed-out soulless ghoul.

-What did you say?
-Walk by me like I don't exist.

I exist, lady.

Doesn't mean you have to give me anything.
I ask for change, you can say no.

That is your right, but I exist.
I am not beneath an answer.

Fine. The answer is no. Have a nice day.

Rich bitch, single, lonely-heart lawyer.

What, you grow up in Weston? Hmm?
Did you study at Harvard?

This is probably the longest conversation
you've ever had...

with somebody not dressed in Prada or
Calvin Klein.

-Hey, Ally, what are you doing?
-I'm just on my way to work.

Good. I'll walk with you. Freezing, huh?
Hey, sport.

God bless.

Run along, lady.
Don't be late for Fantasyland.

Yeah.

I know you. I can spot the dreamers too.

Here's a flash.

Yours aren't coming true.

♪ I've been down this road ♪

♪ Walkin' the line
that's painted by pride ♪

♪ And I have made mistakes in my life ♪

♪ That I just can't hide ♪

♪ Oh, I believe I am ready ♪

♪ For what love has to bring
Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I got myself together ♪

♪ Now I'm ready to sing ♪

♪ I've been searching my soul tonight ♪

♪ I know there's so much more to life ♪

♪ Now I know I can shine a light ♪

♪ To find my way back home ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Baby, yeah ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪♪

♪ And all those friends ♪

♪ Where did they go ♪

♪ I don't know ♪

-♪ And all those friends ♪
-[Blows]

♪ We used to know ♪♪

Ally. Everything okay?

-My life's a fraud.
-And?

I walked by this
homeless man this morning.

With one look, he knew me.

He knew my whole pathetic existence.

-Is it that obvious?
-Yes.

I got to go find this homeless guy.

-What?
-I need to talk to him.

Ally, these people have germs. Don't be--

I'll be back in an hour. Push my schedule.

-[Woman On Walkie-Talkie] 7290--
-Oh. Can I help you?

-Is there a Ling Woo here?
-I'm Ling Woo.

Ma'am, we have a warrant for your arrest.

Excuse me?

-What?
-Please put your hands behind your back.

-I'll do no such thing.
-Wait. What's going on?

-These idiots wanna bind me.
-[Richard] What are the charges?

She's been running an escort service for
underage boys.

Ma'am, you have the right
to remain silent.

I have the right not to as well.

-Rhubarb.
-Ling.

You just can't come into a person's office
and arrest her.

[Sighs] The toilets are hideous.
I can't go.

I'm getting a bladder infection from
holding it.

-Remnants.
-Uh, yeah. Never mind.

Ling, we have some serious charges here.

They're bogus.

They have 21 high school boys prepared
to testify...

they bought dates
from your escort service.

Dates, yes. I didn't sell them sex.

-What exactly did you sell?
-Cute girls. Beautiful escorts.

You know how many high school boys can't
get a decent date?

There's a market. These boys are
actually complaining?

Some of the parents are.

One mother discovered her son having sex
with one of your employees.

-That's not part of the service.
-Even so. Richard is right.

These are very serious charges.

How much money do you make
from this little enterprise?

80,000, 90,000 a year, tops.

It's a hobby.

[Both Muttering]

Ooh. Boy, I knew it.
You're also a narcissist.

Somebody sees into your life,
and you just have to come back for more.

Okay. Um--

You love your dad. You've always
been distant from your mother.

You probably went to law school
to half become your dad,

but you're still turning out
more like your cold mother.

That's got to be worth at least 50
cents, isn't it? Hmm?

[Coins Clinking]

Lady, don't look at me like I'm some
profound savant.

You're not that complicated.

How about instead of giving you money for
coffee, you let me buy you a cup?

Your Honor, we waive reading of these
ridiculous charges.

-In all my years of practicing law--
-The biggest travesty.

-[Richard] Outlandish.
-[John] Abusive governmental--

We're sick of this ongoing oppression
against women--

successful women, beautiful women,
women who get punished...

for making the silly mistake that if they
venture forth into the American workplace,

they might do so free of attack from
a police state...

that only allows them to rise to a place
where they--

[Judge] Mr. Fish.

I don't even wanna see your lips move.

Your Honor, the State has no interest...

in trampling Ms. Woo's right to enter into
the American workplace.

She's been running a prostitution ring,
a brothel, if you will,

servicing underage clients.

Your Honor, we move for an immediate
probable cause hearing.

2:00. The defendant's released
on personal recognizance.

-Adjourned.
-[Gavel Raps]

What is this, your New Year's resolution?
Take a homeless person to lunch?

Hey, you verbally assaulted me.

You dared me to recognize your existence.

Is this too much recognition for
you to handle?

I intimidate you.

This is what you do with people who scare
you. You try to bite first.

I don't bite people unless they bathe.

I'm afraid of catching something just by
having a cup of coffee with you.

Why are we having coffee?
So you can feel charitable?

Oh, now you have a problem with charity?

You sit on the street corners, begging for
change? You're the big fraud, Louis.

You sit out there
with an outstretched hand,

but you're too proud to accept a hand-out,
you cheap, unwashed, lying loser.

Well, okay.

So now we both know each other.

I'm a proud loser,
and you're a desperate lonely lawyer.

Why do you think that?

Because you came back,
not to buy me coffee.

I hit some nerve.

-What gave me away?
-I don't know.

Most professionals when they walk by,

they have this cold, hard,
driven look on their faces.

It's like they're meant to be lawyers,
stockbrokers, whatever.

[Sighs] You had this deadened look.

This "My life was supposed to be
different. How did I get here?

"How did I let myself just blend in with
the beige of the rest of the world?

How did I turn out how I promised myself
I wouldn't turn out?"

That kind of look.

[Silverware Clinks]

-Testify?
-Normally, I wouldn't recommend it, but--

Since when does a defendant ever testify
at a probable cause hearing?

Look, you brought me in.
Do you want my advice or not?

Not. We brought you in because you used to
be a D.A., Renee.

We were hoping maybe you licked this
prosecutor's tonsils at an office party...

and you'd have
some kind of inside, you know--

-Good-bye.
-Renee.

-What did I say?
-Why should she testify?

If the goal is to avoid trial,
that's the only way it will happen.

There'll be no real free discovery to
worry about.

Then testify. We have
to shut this down fast.

We can't have this hanging over our heads.
An associate running a brothel.

Everything this firm stands for will be
compromised.

Oh, please.

-He used to have sex with call girls.
-[Coughs]

-Excuse me?
-[Gulping]

-That is such a major bygone.
-You were with a call girl?

-It was before I knew my character.
-John.

-Nelle--
-Excuse me.

Thank you very much, Renee.

Well, clearly, you're smart.

Do you choose to be homeless?

Yes, I choose to sit outside in subzero--

I've read where some homeless people
choose it, okay?

They wanna live outside of society,

and the dumb ones do it in a cold climate.

I do not choose it.

Through a series of bad financial
decisions, I became bankrupt.

And yes, I am too proud
to go to a shelter.

And yes, perhaps,
I'm too dumb to head south.

Seriously, Louis,
you don't strike me as a wacko.

Well, you'd be wrong.

I have had some manic-depressive problems,

which have made it impossible for me to
hold down a job.

If you can imagine,
I was once haunted by the Pips.

I--I beg your pardon?

You know, Gladys Knight and the Pips?

I turn around and there would be the Pips
dancing, telling me to get in step.

I assume it meant get in step with society
or something, but--

Al Green.

Sorry?

I got haunted once by Al Green.

I almost took Prozac
to try to get rid of him,

but I eventually shook him
without medication.

What, you were haunted by Al Green?

I like to think of it as my inner psyche
reminding me...

that there's music in my life.

And your inner psyche was probably doing
the same. There's dance.

And whether you know it or not,
you know it.

Know what?

That in some ways you're better off,

that all these corporate drones with
the cold faces who pass by you every day,

they have no capacity to hear Al Green
or-or see a Pip.

They don't have music in their lives.

There is in yours.

And there is in-in mine.

And the reason you're so sad...

you have no time to let it live.

How many girls do you have?

Forty or 50. All independent contractors.
Not on salary.

-Can I get six?
-What?

I'd like six.
I have a meeting with a potential client.

-Big client. He's coming here.
-And you what, wanna give him women?

No. It's just for appearance. Some clients
you get just by pulling up in a Mercedes.

This guy, from what I'm told,
I wanna pull up with six women.

You were being honest?

-In a way, yes.
-Oh,

I would love to hear how you--

Well, perhaps you could let me talk then.

Oh, fine. Go ahead.

Any man, when he goes into a bar,

when he meets a woman,

underneath it all, he's looking for sex.

Sex, sex, sex, sex.

I'm busy. I don't have time to trawl
the single scenes.

It just became easier for me to
move the little mouse

and click on "Escort Services."

And it was consensual.
That was my thinking, Nelle.

Nevertheless, I regretted it.

And I'd never do it again because I'm
a different person now.

But that was my thinking at the time.

Leave it to you to admit something
was wrong,

but then, nevertheless,
refuse to take any responsibility for it.

-I don't--
-You defended it, John.

You threw the "it was wrong" tag at
the end of a staunch defense.

-Having sex with a hooker.
-It happened in the past.

-I'd never do it again.
-So what?

People are made up by what they do in
the past.

Oh, bite me!

-What?
-I got to go to court now.

-Well, Ling wants me there too.
-Well, fine.

-Just don't sit next to me.
-[Blows] Not a problem.

[Stuttering] Peckerhead!

Excuse me.

Louis.

Ally.

Wha--

-[Exhales] What are you doing here?
-I work in this building.

What are you doing here in those clothes?

Oh.

-Research for a book?
-I'm sorry.

-So you're not homeless.
-I live in the North End.

I'm an insurance agent.
That's why I was in the building actually.

-I've got a client on the sixth floor.
-And this book you're writing?

Uh, it's a nonfiction.

Uh, a treatise on homeless subculture in
urban America.

Thought I should live the life a little.

But I never meant to deceive anybody.

It was you who invited me to have coffee.

I am really sorry.

How long did you plan to continue this
little charade?

Ally, we had no plans to ever see each
other again.

Oh. Right.

Truth is, you kind
of skewed my whole premise--

to be actually invited for coffee by
a passing pedestrian.

Hopefully, you're one of a kind.

Otherwise, my anecdotal
evidence is worthless.

So your barking those things at me,

that was all part of a-a script?

No. That stuff I really saw in you.

It takes one to know one, I guess.

So you were never haunted by the Pips?

Wish I was.

-[Inhales]
-Did you really--

Al Green?

Yeah.

Well, I'm jealous.
At least there's still hope for you.

Louis.

One more cup of coffee?

Yeah.

[Boy] I couldn't get anyone to date me.

Even the fat, ugly girls
with facial hair said no.

Yes. Thank you for that. How did you hear
about the defendant's service?

A couple of my friends used it.

I think that they
found it on the Internet.

I logged on. They put up the pictures.

I selected.
It worked kind of like pay-per-view.

-How much did you pay?
-A hundred and 75 dollars.

And for this sum, the defendant's company
supplied you with a date?

Yes.

And do you see your date present
in the courtroom?

Yes. Over there.

Her name is Leslie.

How did you and Leslie
actually meet in person?

Well, she picked me up at my house and
drove me to the party.

-A high school party.
-Yes.

And then I ordered her
again the next weekend.

For another party.

Yes. And then again the following weekend.

Which was homecoming.

It was after that party that--

That what?

That we made love.

-Where did this take place?
-At my house.

In my room.

That's how my mother
happened to walk in on it.

Marcus, did you pay
to have sex with Leslie?

I can't really be sure.

-What do you mean you can't be sure?
-Well, I only paid the 175.

But it was the third time,

and I thought maybe I was getting
an upgrade or something.

-Hmm.
-Like frequent flyer miles?

Okay. So all together,
how much did you spend on Leslie?

Seven hundred, plus incidentals.
I bought all the protection.

You better pick this little bastard
to pieces.

[Elevator Dings]

♪♪ [Rock]

-♪♪ [Stops]
-He's in the conference room waiting.

♪♪ [Continues]

♪♪ [Stops]

Mr. Hallen, Billy Thomas. Thanks for
seeing me. I won't take much of your time.

The median age of the lawyers currently
representing you is dead.

You're the C.E.O.
of a hip advertising agency.

You need to switch to a younger,
hipper law firm.

Hold on for a second. Who are they?

They're my assistants.

Your assistants? What exactly do they do?

You're seeing what they do.
We all have our ways.

I do my best work operating on
a heightened sense of acuity.

Mine is best derived from sexual energy.

Pretty women make me a better lawyer.
It's a fact. I won't apologize for it.

I like the way they look,
the way they smell.

The testosterone they generate makes me
a bigger ass,

and I've discovered the more of an ass
I am, the better I litigate.

Putting modesty aside, you won't find
a more gigantic ass than me.

She never quoted a price for sex, did she?

No.

She said she wanted to make love to
you because she liked you.

Isn't that right?

Yes, but I wasn't sure if they're trained
to say that.

-Wh-Who?
-Hookers.

Did you think that Leslie was a hooker?

You tell me why you thought
she was a hooker, Marcus?

'Cause she slept with me.

And you can't imagine any
girl wanting to do that?

No.

-Because?
-I'm kind of a geek.

Marcus, what was the point
in hiring a woman to date you?

Well, you go to parties with a beautiful
girl, it makes you popular...

with the guys and also with the girls.

They start thinking you must have
something really cool to offer,

and it gets you real dates.

-Did you tell that to Leslie?
-Oh, yes.

-And how did she respond?
-She thought it was sweet.

Well, in fact,
didn't she tell you that you were sweet?

Yes.

Did she say that she found you attractive?

-Yes.
-Did you believe her?

I wanted to.

Well, Marcus,
when you were making love to her,

didn't you believe it was possible
she really wanted to?

-Yes.
-Thank you, Marcus.

How did you really know
that I was a lawyer?

I just, um-- I can read people.

That's all I can say.

Okay. So what else can you tell about me?

Well, you love to hear people talk
about you.

-[Laughing]
-[Chuckles] Okay.

Uh--For real.

Um, you have a lot of friends.

Of all the people in your office,

who you're dating or seeing probably most
fascinates them.

In fact, they'd probably be riveted just
to see you here sitting with me.

Actually, th-th-that's pretty accurate.

How did you know that?

Oh, that's very funny.

Can we go someplace less fishbowl-y?

Let's.

I'm sorry.

[Clattering]

Looks like Ally finally met somebody.

-He's cute.
-Bitch.

Supposedly, that's the line
he used to pick her up.

An insurance agent?

A frustrated one.
There's a difference, Renee.

It's not like he sits in his office all
day amortizing broken legs.

He's interesting, Renee.

And this thing with the homeless--

that started when he was
asked to evaluate the cost...

of the Democrats' proposed
health-care plan...

and what it would mean
to insure the uninsured,

and he became obsessed with the plight of
the homeless.

He's compassionate, Renee.

-Listen to you.
-Yes. Listen to me.

I might have found a decent guy who's
cute even.

I'm sure that he's an escaped criminal,
or he used to be a girl.

Or worse, he'll ultimately display signs
of being a real insurance agent.

But--B-B--You know,
one night--one lone night--

I got to look at a guy and go, "Maybe."

Do you know how long it's been...

since I have met
a genuine legitimate "maybe"?

When are you gonna see him again?

Any second. He's in there showering.

-What?
-Kidding.

And the answer to your question is lunch.

I'm meeting him for lunch.

[Leslie] We never discussed sex for money.

I certainly never quoted him any price.
I liked him.

-You were attracted to him.
-Yes. I thought he was adorable.

So adorable you'd have sex for free?

Yes. I'm att--

But the next date, you charged him again.

Is that your testimony? It's date for fee,
but sex for free?

Well, it's office policy.
I had to charge him for the dates.

And if his mother hadn't charged in,
you'd have billed him for the sex too.

-No. I liked him.
-For $175.

-Objection.
-Sustained.

Have you ever dated
16-year-old boys for money?

Yes. But 16 is as low as we go.

As low as you go.

Oh.

You were terrible.

-Ling.
-Reese's cup.

Why didn't you establish
that it's office policy...

they're not allowed
to socially see the clients?

I am leaving that for your testimony.

-You should have gotten it in sooner.
-I can't do anything right.

Excuse me?

I don't need that kind of negative input.

-I'm being constructive.
-[Richard] Lovebugs.

You're inferring negativity because
I couldn't support your hooker habit.

Bygones! Let's just concentrate on Ling's
case here. Can we do that?

At least I was an adult. She peddles
her little trollops to teenagers.

-John!
-Oh, that's constructive.

-Why don't you argue that?
-You're taking the stand next.

It's important you come off likable,
unlike the company you keep.

-Hated your stupid frog too.
-[Sighs]

-What happened to lunch?
-He didn't show.

-What?
-I got stood up.

I never should have admitted to myself
that I liked him.

-This is what happens when you--
-There must be a good reason.

-Maybe he's dead.
-You think?

♪♪ [Rock]

♪♪ [Continues]

♪♪ [Stops]

-B-Billy.
-It's a look. Like it?

No. And since I've heard...

that you've already landed the client
who does like it, what's the point?

It becomes me.

♪♪ [Continues]

[Groaning] See,
I-I-I'm lucky that I got stood up.

Th-The last guy I fell for,
look how he turned out.

[Louis] Ally.

I'm sorry. You're not gonna believe this,
but I was almost killed.

-You see?
-Ah, you were almost killed.

I'm walking across the street,
and this motorist runs a light.

It's like he was aiming right for me.

Maybe it was some other woman
you stiffed for lunch.

Elaine.

Excuse me? I called the restaurant.
I tried to give you the message.

The police, they made me fill out
a zillion reports. Do we still have time?

Um, well, I--

I have an idea. Let me run for sandwiches.

You can eat here.

Take me five minutes.

Great.

Okay.

[Ling] Girls are so stupid.

Especially high school girls.
They want whatever other girls have,

whether it's clothes, shoes.

They don't choose on the basis
of their own taste...

so much as they like
what their friends like.

And this is the idea
behind your escort service.

Yes. Girl sees the boy with a beautiful
woman, and then they want him.

But the sex--

Absolutely not.
I have a strict rule against it.

This is a dating service only.

You're saying this is basically just
rent-a-date?

[Sighs] Yes.

No implied offer of sex?

Mr. Tisbury, there's the implied offer of
sex on any date.

That's how we get you to buy dinner.
I said girls are stupid.

Men are more so.

So these boys, they're paying $175,
getting nothing in return?

They get company, conversation.

Typical for a man
to consider that nothing.

With you, it's all fruits
of the erogenous tree.

Your Honor, it's one thing for him to
think with his dumb stick.

I shouldn't have to be prosecuted with it.

-Ms. Woo, just answer his questions.
-Look, men don't get it.

If you walk into a party with a date,

the women in the room are gonna check
her out before they do you.

It's not that they're lesbians.

Women are vain,
appearance-driven animals ruled by envy.

And if a girl more beautiful comes through
the door, we wanna be her.

We want what she has, including her date,

even if he's funny-looking like Marcus.

That's the service, period.

We don't offer sex. We don't provide it.

But you do sell dates
to boys, some underage.

Is this the part where we backtrack and
repeat ourselves?

Get me a real D.A. I'm bored.

So you just hear it
in your head like voices?

-Yes. Except it's music.
-Hmm.

-Do you wanna try it or not?
-[Sighs] Okay.

All right. Here we go.

[Sighs]

♪ Dance with me ♪

♪ Hold me closer ♪

♪ Closer and closer Much closer ♪

♪ While the music plays ♪

♪ My little darling--♪♪

So you're hearing the music
in your head now?

-♪♪ [Song Warps, Stops]
-What, you're not?

-Well, I'm new at this.
-Well, Louis, concentrate.

You have an imagination.
You have an inner ear.

And this is not that difficult.

Okay. Let's go.

♪ Put your lips to mine ♪

♪ While the music plays ♪

♪ We're no longer strangers ♪

♪ Now we're more than friends ♪

♪ So dance with me ♪

♪ Hold me closer Closer and closer ♪

♪ Much closer ♪

♪ While the music plays ♪

♪ My little darling
won't you dance with me ♪

♪ Hold me tighter Tighter and tighter ♪

♪ Much tighter ♪♪

♪♪ [Song Warps, Stops]

Elaine.

Lunch is served. And might I say--

-No.
-Appish-snay.

[Clears Throat]

You could have at least
tried to be sympathetic.

-I was under oath.
-Garlic.

If this thing comes down to whether
that judge likes me or not, Richard,

then I lose.

He hates me.
What is the funny little man doing now?

I have to prepare my final statement,
you ungrateful little pimp.

[Gasps]

Aren't you gonna defend my honor? [Sighs]

All right. Obviously,
this hostility is about me.

Do I judge you on your past?

Well, I don't have a criminal record.

Neither do I.

Because you weren't convicted,
but you committed a crime.

-It was a victimless crime.
-Who says it's victimless?

Do you know how some of these women got to
be call girls?

I'm not even gonna go there.

How much did they charge to let
you spank them?

Yap-yap-yap--

You did spank them, didn't you?

I didn't spank them.
Her. There was only one.

The only woman I ever spanked ended up
calling me a peckerhead.

You keep turning the attack on me.
Why can't--

I don't know what's going on.

You're smart enough to realize
that everybody has a past.

I also know for a fact you're even open to
legalizing prostitution.

We've had that argument before,
with me taking the other side.

So what is going on? Why are you so angry?

[Sighs]

I'm not so much angry as I am...

[Sighs] hurt.

-[Sighs]
-Why?

As open-minded as I am about everybody
doing their own thing--

[Chuckles] the man I marry,

the father of my children--

it hurts to think
he's been with a prostitute.

I-I-I don't mean to get ahead of
this, John.

Marriage is far away.

But whether it's me or not, one day you
will be married. You will have children.

You don't think they'd be devastated...

to learn their daddy once--

Yeah. I-I guess I feel you
have a duty to them...

even though they don't exist yet.

And as for duty to your future wife--

[Sighs] I don't know.

So what happened after dinner?

He walked me home. He kissed me good night
like a perfect gentleman.

He must have a wife and a child in another
state or something.

-I am not this lucky.
-[Elevator Dings]

♪♪ [Rock]

♪♪ [Continues]

This is ridiculous.
How long does he plan to keep that up?

[John] Life is about image.

You're not who you are so much as what
people think you are.

And having a beautiful woman on your arm,
it attracts other women.

It primes the dating pump. That's all
Ling Woo's service was designed to do.

Now, yes, some of the girls
ended up having sex,

but that was not my client's intent,
nor her doing.

Mr. Cage, it's an escort service.

-And there's nothing illegal about it.
-Your Honor, if I may.

-Oh, dear God.
-Almost every woman is bought.

It's good that these kids learn that at
a young age.

Mr. Fish.

Tell me women don't become interested in
men because of the size of their wallets.

We see beautiful young girls walking
around

with 80-year-old men
on welfare all the time.

People in this country
are seduced by success.

Fancy car, big house, beautiful woman.

It's the American way.

And it's become increasingly difficult for
me to just sit back...

and see this nation trashed by a district
attorney who probably married ugly,

when if he'd gone into private practice
could have afforded something prettier--

Mr. Fish!

[John] Your Honor,
there was no sex-for-hire here.

End of story. We may not like the idea of
high school kids buying dates.

-But it's not against the law.
-Wait. Whoa.

[Tisbury] It's an escort service,

where we know for a fact three beautiful
girls have ended up having sex...

with three not so handsome boys.

-[Groans]
-Money's exchanging hands.

Sex is being had.

This girl says she made love to him
because she liked him.

But then she charges him
for the next date.

Common sense is within
the court's discretion here.

A crime has been committed.

[John] No, it is not a crime.

Is it something Ms. Woo or these boys
should be embarrassed about? Perhaps.

Is it something that one day
they'll wish they can undo?

Probably. It'll comment on them forever.

Might even hurt their loved ones.

And I'm sure that they
will definitely regret that.

But that's for a different court.

In this one, a court of law,

no crime has been committed.

-May I help you?
-Uh, yes. Um, I'm Ally McBeal,

and I'm here to see Louis Walters.

I'm sorry. He no longer works here.

-Since when?
-You are?

Um, Ally McBeal.
I'm a--I'm a personal friend.

One second.

I have somebody here
looking for Louis Walters.

She says she's a personal friend.

We'll be with you in one second.

-What's going on?
-Somebody will be with you.

Thank you. But can you tell me why you're
being so secretive?

I'm sorry. You are?

Um, Ally McBeal. I'm Louis's friend.

He said that he worked here.

He used to, yes.
How well do you know Louis, Ms. McBeal?

Oh, we've-we've been, um, dating.

Louis has a paranoid personality disorder.

He worked here
up until about six months ago.

And the last we heard,
he was living on the streets.

-[Door Closes]
-Surprise.

You have a paranoid
personality disorder, Louis.

I just came from the insurance office
where you used to work.

I also checked with the police.

You filed 73 complaints,

complaining somebody wanted to kill you.

You live on the streets.

Did you steal these clothes?

Yes.

Why haven't you gotten any help?

Well, I took the medication.

I just didn't feel like myself.

It made me feel slower, duller.
Dulled my senses.

But after meeting you,
I started taking it again.

No, I wanna be healthy.

I can be healthy. I know I can.

I just wasn't gonna do it for some stupid
claims adjuster job,

but to be with you.

I followed you back here.

You're worth reentering society for.
You make me wanna come back.

I can be well again. I know I can.

Look, can we, uh--

can we still see each other?

I don't think it'll work out, Louis.

I can get a handle on it.

The way you sometimes hear voices,
Ally. Al Green.

I--We get each other. I know it.

Lou-Louis, would-would you, um--

Why-Why don't you let me help you get
some treatment.

I know lots of--

I'm not talking about treatment.

Which I'm happy to get. I mean you and me.

I don't think it'll work out, Louis.

How many people...

can look inside you the way I can?

Okay.

[Sighs]

I think the idea of high school boys
renting dates is disgusting.

Mr. Cage, I'm going to give
you the benefit of the doubt...

and assume when you first heard of this,
you took a moment.

That said, there's been no evidence...

that sexual services
were provided for a fee.

The charges against Ms. Woo are dismissed.

You're free to go with the moral
condemnation of the court.

-[Gavel Raps]
-Adjourned.

-Moral condemnation. Business will go up.
-Thank you, Richard, John.

I'd like to sue for malicious prosecution.

Let's-Let's-Let's-- Let's wait on that.

You coming?

I never meant to hurt my children,

and I certainly didn't mean to hurt you.

Hmm. Look, I, uh--I was probably being
a little irrational.

No. You weren't.

I'm sorry.

You did the right thing.

I did? Not giving him a chance because
he's homeless?

Ally, this had no real chance.

He's ill.

You did the right thing.

[Exhales] Yeah.

Thanks.

Buy you a drink at the bar?

Hmm, no. I think I'm going to head home.

Thank you.

There was no other choice.

♪ Well, I hope that I don't
fall in love with you ♪

♪ 'Cause falling in love
just makes me blue ♪

♪ While the music plays and you display ♪

♪ Your heart for me to see ♪

♪ I had a beer and now I hear ♪

♪ You calling out for me ♪

♪ And I hope that I don't
fall in love with you ♪

♪ Now it's closing time
The music's fading out ♪

♪ Last call for drinks
I'll have another stout ♪

♪ I turn around to look at you ♪

♪ You're nowhere to be found ♪

♪ I search the place for your lost face ♪

♪ Guess I'll have another round ♪

♪ And I hope that you
don't fall in love with me ♪

♪ Da-da-da, da, da da, da, da, da, da-da ♪

♪ And I think that I
just fell in love with you ♪

[Woman] You stinker!