All language subtitles for Boston.Legal.S02E05.2005.Disney+.WEB-DL.1080p.H264.DDP-HDCTV_track6_[eng]

(rock music playing)

PAUL: Denise, what is this?

The Patino matter is set for trial...

Tomorrow.

Didn't I tell you to get rid of this case
two years ago?

Three, actually.

I'm meeting with opposing counsel
at 10:00. I'll settle it.

Paul, a problem.

What's this?

Lori Colson's filed
an internal complaint against us.

A complaint about what?

Sexual harassment.
More specifically, Denny.

Heard my name.

Denny. Paul and I need to talk to you.

Whatever it is, I'm innocent.

Yes. Paul's office at 11:00, please.

In the meantime,
could you please reposition your hand?

Catherine, so nice to see you at large.

Well, that's so sweet of you.

It will warm the cockles of my heart.
(chuckles)

If I had a cockle, of course. (chuckles)

There's a rumor that you've got one.

How do I put this?

You're fired.

-What?
-I'm terribly sorry.

Why?

However willing we are
to relax the rules around here, we...

(inhales deeply)

…simply cannot have
administrative staff killing clients.

Does Alan know about this?

This is not Alan’s decision.

You can't just fire me!

I just did.

Please be gone by the end of business.

Once again, I'm... I'm terribly sorry.

(somber music playing)

(mutters)

Are you finished?

I'm sorry.

I was reminded of a girl
I favored when I was young.

I'm Alan Shore.

If you've paid any attention
to office gossip,

you're right to avoid me.

I'm just trying to save you
from wasting your time.

Would you have dinner with me tonight?

All I'm looking for is to have dinner
with a beautiful, yet anonymous woman

see myself through her eyes
and pretend I'm interesting.

CATHERINE: Alan! (panting)

I've been Schmidt-canned.

(theme music playing)

Two hundred and twenty-five thousand?

Are you serious?

You can run the numbers.

Covers all damage caused by the fire
to both the garage and house.

Which insurance already paid, by the way.

A woman died here.

A terminal woman
with less than five days to live, perhaps.

Certainly, the cost of a trial
would exceed $225,000.

Perhaps, but the cost of a settlement
could be exponentially bigger

if it occasions others to sue.

The risk of losing my verdict?

That won't happen.

You think I'm not ready
to try this tomorrow?

DENISE: Is that what you think?

Denise, you're no doubt a good lawyer
with a very diverse practice.

You handle stock fraud,
antitrust, even some criminal work.

The three of us do nothing
but defense work for car manufacturers.

In fact, over the last few years,
while you've been doing other things,

letting this particular file collect dust,

we've been handling only
automobile product liability cases,

specializing, in fact,
in the sport trucks that catch fire

day after day after day.

It's what we do.

(suspenseful music playing)

Your offer of 225...

is rejected.

We shall see you then
for opening statements.

Who's dead?

Nobody's dead, Denny.
But we have a situation.

Lori Colson filed
an internal complaint against you

for sexual harassment.

Lori Colson. Did I sleep with her?

The complaint goes
to a hostile work environment

which she believes you foster.

By law, we are required
to start certain procedures

which involve you being questioned.

We are concerned that your responses,
rather than making things better, might...

Dig a hole to China.

It would be best to avoid
an investigation altogether.

In order for that to happen,
Lori has to withdraw her complaint.

And for that to happen,
you need to apologize to her.

What did I do?

Last week you talked about
whether Judge Brown was a virgin.

You made comments about Lori's sex life.

As far as she is concerned,
you broke the camel's back.

First of all, I haven't had sex
with a camel since I was in the Army.

And the camel never complained,
by the way.

As for Lori, I should be the one
making the complaint.

She's constantly ogling me.

Yes. Putting reality aside,
if you do not apologize to her,

this is a mess for the firm,

for you.

(tense stinger playing)

(upbeat rock music playing)

-Alan.
-Can you tell me, Shirley,

what possibly occasioned you to go
behind my back and fire my assistant?

She needed to be fired.
I decided to spare you the dirty work.

Alan, she went to the police
to turn in a client

who she subsequently murdered.

If we're to maintain any integrity
as a law firm...

Why is that so important to everybody?
Maintaining integrity.

Alan...

You could have at least told me first
before summarily…

It would have made you complicit.

This way she can hate me in perpetuity
while continuing to cherish you.

Yes. Well, don't be surprised if one day
I go behind your back, Shirley.

You'll be sure to send me flowers first.

Two twenty-five? That's all?

I'm sorry.
I thought I'd be able to move them.

You tell them to forget it.

José, you were already compensated
for damages to the house.

The fire killed my wife.

It probably only robbed her of a week.

They have experts who will testify
that since she died in her sleep,

the smoke inhalation...

may have actually
spared her pain and suffering.

Tell me what you're thinking.

I'm angry.

For the last three years, I called to ask,
"How is the case going?"

I can never even get you on the phone.

I get some assistance
saying it's progressing.

Nothing's been done.

The case was fully developed
and ready to go to trial three years ago.

There wasn't much to do
other than push for a trial date

and pursue a settlement.

When you took this case, you cared.

You no longer care. And I'm angry.

(tense music playing)

I assure you, José, I still care.

I don't want to settle for 225.

Then we won't settle.

Lori...

Shirley and Paul
have brought to my attention

your discomfort with my banter.

It's crossed the line of banter, Denny.

Huh. Well… as I get older,

I probably tend to be
more boastful about sex because...

(inhales deeply)
…well, um, I don't perform.

Look…

how you learned about me
and the camel, I have no idea.

But the truth is...

I'm an insecure man, sexually.

Now. Can we speak about you?

Okay.

I've often found that it's
the chubby girls who offend most easily.

I don't know why
because I'm not a psychiatrist.

For what it's worth, I like chubby girls.
I enjoy chubby sex.

What I'm trying to say is, if this
is a lonely "chubette's" cry for help,

I'm here for you, Lori.

So we could...

(quirky music playing)

Garrett, free this evening?

What have you got in mind?

Document production,
product design records.

We've been through them once,
but you never know.

Review the case file.

I'll tell you everything you need
to look for.

Then you need to go
across town to McKinley Fields,

the defendant's law firm.

Super.

(upbeat soul music playing)

Sara, I see you're a lover of fine wine.

Not really.
I just picked the most expensive.

I figured, whatever it is
you have in mind here,

you should pay for it.

When I pay for it,
it's usually cheap and tawdry.

WAITER: All set to hear
about our specials?

ALAN: Please!

First, which I really recommend.
It's great.

We have an incredible
North Atlantic salmon.

It's farm raised. Just got it in today.
The chef prepared…

Now, would these be the Atlantic salmon
raised in pens in the Pacific Ocean,

the ones who periodically escape?

Well, I can assure you
that the ones we're serving didn't escape.

(both laughing)

That's very funny.

Tell me, do people here
order the farmed salmon?

It's actually
our most popular dish tonight.

I see.

Good evening, diners,
forgive me, uh, but instead of grace,

I typically begin my meals
with the public service announcement.

I just thought you'd like to know

by ordering or buying farmed salmon,

you may be helping to wipe out the wild
or rather real salmon stock.

-MAITRE D': Sir?
-CUSTOMER 1: That's not true.

You're upsetting the patrons.

I apologize.

Perhaps I should be
more entertaining then.

-(whimsical music playing)
-Folks, we got trouble.

Right here, I say,
trouble right here in River City.

Mr. Shore?

You got one, two, three, four, five,
six pockets on the table.

Pockets that mark the difference

between a gentleman
and a bum with a capital B,

and that rhymes with P
and that stands for pool.

-Check, please.
-ALAN: We need to pool our resources

and stop the fish farms.

It doesn't even taste like real salmon
because it's not.

Caught.

Which... fish should be.

(whimsical music playing)

(slow blues music playing)

How do we not go over my testimony?

If we rehearse, José,
there's a chance that your testimony

will come off as rehearsed.

But shouldn't I have some idea
of what you plan to ask?

No.

Our case, pretty much
our whole case is your emotion.

I want your testimony
to be as raw as possible.

So go home, watch a movie,
don't think about things,

and I'll see you tomorrow
at the courthouse.

-(elevator dings)
-Okay.

Everything okay?

Six years ago, Denny, you threw me
a tiny little case to cut my teeth on.

Since then, I have moved on to much bigger
and more lucrative matters.

Well... (smacks lips)

…that tiny little case that I have
neglected comes up for trial tomorrow.

-I just hope I'm ready.
-Hmm.

Hug?

Boxes. Photocopier. Knock yourself out.

GARRETT: Thanks.

I monitor to make sure
you don't steal originals.

They assigned you to sit in here
and watch me?

No, I volunteer.

Why go out with friends
when I can sit and observe

first year associates
do tedious grunt work?

GARRETT: Are you a lawyer here?

WOMAN: If I was a lawyer,
do you think I'd be doing this?

I'm a paralegal.

Even lower
than you were in the grunt meter.

You got a name?

Yep.

(brisk music playing)

I hope, as you viewed yourself
through my beautiful yet anonymous eyes,

that you saw what everybody else
in the restaurant saw,

-which was a total nut job.
-What's going on?

He broke into a song
from The Music Man over a fish.

While you're here,
there are six associates

in the conference room
helping Denise prep for a trial.

Go make it seven.

Now? It's after ten o'clock.

You can tell time. That's great.

You're going to be reviewing
opening and closing arguments

given by opposing counsel
over the last ten years.

Now, look in particular for his
pet phrases, folksy stories, anecdotes,

whatever he uses to charm juries.

Now, we're a team here,
whatever Denise needs.

And thanks for coming back in.
You're a trooper.

I'm a trooper?

(percussive stinger playing)

GARRETT: I wouldn't suppose
I could get a beer around here.

Nope.

Maybe since we've hit it off so well,

you and I can get one together
after I'm done.

I don't date.

You don't date? You have a boyfriend?

Nope.

May I ask, don't you get lonely?

I don't date
because all that ever comes of it

is that I get to know the guy,
maybe even like the guy,

only then to be disappointed in bed.

So I no longer bother.

Well, if the bed part is important,
don't you miss that?

I screw.

I just don't date.

Okay. Did they tell you to say that
to distract me from the files?

(sighs)
Take off your pants.

What?

Obviously, you want to have sex.

I want to see you first.

(scoffs)

I'm not going to let you inspect me.

Fine.

(whimsical music playing)

GARRETT: Okay.

Did you have intentions with this girl?

I really didn't.

I just wanted to have a nice dinner
with polite conversation.

The kind of thing Tara accused me
of being utterly incapable of.

Here's a tip, my friend.

Never, ever talk about anything
to do with the environment.

It's boring. Makes you boring.
Second, it's political.

Got to figure half the people
are against you.

Half the people
are against the environment?

And third, when you go out
with their young girl like Sara,

you have only one thing to offer: money.

She can find younger,
better looking guys, better lovers,

guys with more interests in common.

What you have is power.

I actually begin my dates
by putting cash right on the table.

ALAN: And that works?

With the hookers.

Sorry to interrupt.
I just have one quick little question.

Did you tell Lori you liked chubby sex?

(quirky music playing)

I meant it as a compliment.

(rock stinger playing)

(suggestive rock music playing)

(both panting, moaning)

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

ATTY. EAVES ON VIDEO:
First of all, nobody disputes

that a terrible tragedy has occurred.

And if ever,
during the course of this trial,

we come across as trying
to trivialize the plaintiff's pain.

Well, let me apologize for that right now.

Their suffering is a given,

and we all wish we could bring
Kevin Parkinson back.

But lawsuits,
unfortunately, do not do that.

Lawsuits... are about money.

Okay. That's his theme
in every single opening statement.

He sets them up to detach themselves
from their emotions,

and he's very good at it.

Where did you get this tape?

At a trial in March.
They allowed cameras in the courtroom.

BRAD: Watch this.

ATTY. EAVES ON VIDEO: You're human beings.

You don't have
to deny your feelings or compassion.

Just don't let yourselves,
as jurors, be governed by them.

-(Garrett knocks on door)
-(gasps)

Listen, I pored over
most of the design records.

I didn't find anything new.

Oh. Okay. Thank you.

Was there something else?

Well, there was an incident
which one of the senior partners

is calling Lewiston about it.
I felt I should report it to you.

You had sex tonight
with one of their paralegals?

Yes.

It had no bearing
on the quality of my work.

And, of course,
I didn't reveal anything privileged.

You had sex with her where?

Um, in the file room.

Where do you think you are, Garrett?

Do you think you're still in college?

-No, ma'am.
-Call me ma'am again

and you are fired. Get out.
I do not have time to deal with this.

(sighing exasperatedly)

Not that this is relevant,

but while I may have casual sex
outside of a relationship,

when I'm involved with someone,
I'm a completely faithful person.

(quirky music playing)

Garrett, get out.

LORI: Look, I actually like Denny,
and the truth is,

I can tolerate most of his nonsense.

But whereas five years ago,
it was flirtatious,

now it's lascivious.

And with Alan Shore suddenly at his side…

What's this got to do with Alan Shore?

(laughs softly)

Alan Shore sexually objectifies
every woman he meets,

and I mean every woman.

At least with him, you could say
he's an equal opportunity offender.

But you haven't filed a complaint
against Alan Shore.

You know, I probably should,

but I don't want to give him
the satisfaction.

More importantly,

he's not the senior partner
Denny Crane is.

By the way,
after I complained,

Denny Crane attributed my protest
to the wanton cry of a lonely "chubbette."

(comical music playing)

Doctor, if you say that she died
peacefully in her sleep...

I said, possibly peacefully.

Even possibly,

you cannot get on the stand
and give that testimony.

You asked me to review the autopsy.

I hired you as an expert witness

to testify for the plaintiff
at $7,500 a day.

My time may be for sale, counsel.

My findings are not.

You listen to me.

You are retired as a doctor.

You make your living
as a plaintiff's expert.

You rely on firms such as this
to refer you.

SARA: Denise?

Second chairing does not involve speaking.

-You're suborning perjury.
-I'm not asking you to lie.

I am encouraging you
to interpret your findings in a way...

You mean tailor them?

DENISE: She died in a fire,
for God's sakes!

You're saying she didn't suffer?

She may have suffered,

but she may have died
without ever waking up.

I do not want to hear that word
"peacefully."

You can say maybe she died in her sleep.

But you have no medical basis
to say that she died peacefully.

I do not want to hear that word.

(tense music playing)

We just had, uh, excellent chemistry.

I promise you,
I never compromised the case or the firm.

It was a personal, um, matter.

You don't think you compromised the firm,
Mr. Wells?

You are an associate
at Crane, Poole & Schmidt.

Your behavior, personal or otherwise,

is a reflection on Crane, Poole & Schmidt.

(yells) I'm Schmidt!

I exercised extremely poor judgment,

and all I can say is it will never,
ever happen again.

You can consider yourself
on serious probation.

Yes, sir… Um... Uh, ma'am.

You may leave.

And if I ever hear of your belt buckle
being so much as loose,

you will be discharged.

Yes, ma'am.

(somber music playing)

(door opens)

(door shuts)

(door opens)

(door shuts)

Are you okay?

I'm sorry.

The truth is, I'm angry at myself,
and I'm venting.

I do that.

It did sound a little like you
were suborning perjury.

Dr. Forbes is as truthful as they come.

I was just reminding him,
perhaps a bit too forcefully,

that we need him to be an advocate.

Sara. Hello.

It's good to see you again.

Alan, this is a ladies room.

Yes, and such as it is. I'll be brief.

I just want to apologize for last night.

The thing is, with salmon,
my mind goes immediately to spawning.

And to think that these fish farms could…

What I'm trying to say is

I'd like the chance to remake myself
once again in your eyes.

Shirley.

Please leave the ladies room, Alan.

Yes.

Sara.

Denise.

First you. What's with the mood?

Wrongful death case.
I thought we'd settle.

We're going to trial. My damages.

This is the Patino case?

The woman was terminally ill.

My expert says
she possibly didn't even suffer.

Is the jury going to care
that her life was shortened by a few days,

pain ridden days at that?

Denise, you can never count on people
to care about the problems of others.

They will, however,
always deeply invest in their own.

Got it.

What? I missed something. What?

And you? What's Alan Shore up to?

Evidently he wants to spawn.

-(quirky music playing)
-Ah.

Well, we've a systemic problem
at this firm, don't we?

Lori was meeting
with Meredith Waters today.

-Blinky?
-SARA: Who's Blinky?

She's who you hire
when you're suing for sexual harassment.

Blinky was here?

(rock stinger playing)

Garrett.

What are you doing here?

I missed you.

Cassie, I am in serious trouble
because of what happened.

Come on. That's why the sex
was so good, Garrett.

Because you were breaking rules.
You weren't just screwing me.

You were screwing
this whole establishment...

GARRETT: Cassie, you shouldn't be here.

You really need to go now.

Okay.

Just give me a quick tour.
I want to see where you work.

I don't have time.

Then just show me your file room.

Cassie, I could lose my job.
Maybe I already have.

Really?

Then how about we just do it right here
in front of everyone

and you can go out in style?

You need to go!

I'm not leaving, Garrett,

unless you promise
to screw my brains out tonight.

Okay.

CASSIE: Say it.

I want to hear you say it.

SHIRLEY: Denny, look at me.

I adore you.

And please don't interpret
that as meaning…

-…I want you.
-You want me.

I'm not going to explain to you
all the laws regarding sexual harassment.

But the only way to avoid a train wreck
where you become the victim

is for Lori to call this off.

I apologized. I said…

You need to try harder.

One of the reasons
I came back here, Denny...

you make me laugh.

But this isn't funny.

(pensive music playing)

All right, we'll begin
with opening statements,

starting with the plaintiff.

Good morning. My name is Denise Bauer.

I, along with Sara Holt,
will be representing the plaintiff,

José Patino,
whose wife Elena died in a fire

that started in their garage
when their pickup truck,

manufactured and sold by the defendant,
suddenly burst into flames.

The truck was not running at the time.

In fact, it had not been driven all night.

Let me begin by saying

that a terrible human tragedy
has occurred here.

And, of course,

nothing that happens in this courtroom
will bring Elena Patino back.

Lawsuits, you see,
are ultimately about money.

Putting a dollar figure on suffering.

Admittedly, there is some question

as to how much Elena
even suffered in the fire.

Also, admittedly, Elena
was in the final stages of ovarian cancer.

She had come home from the hospital,
in fact, that very day basically to die.

You may ask yourselves,
what damages did she really endure?

Well, you will hear from José Patino.

And what you will hear
is that she had a day...

and another day coming after that
and another one after that.

She had, in fact, six or seven days

to be at home with her family.

She didn't get those days.

She never got that last opportunity
to sit with her grandchildren.

José was never able to hold his wife...

of 37 years in his arms...

Hold her in his arms and, um...

(smacks lips)

If any of you have spent the final days
with a loved one...

dying of cancer or another disease,

you know that those moments
are the most precious.

José and Elena Patino
had those days coming.

(clears throat)

They didn't get them.

You can't bring Elena Patino back,

but you are in a position
to help save others

because lawsuits, in addition to money,
are about allocating burden.

Who is best able to prevent
this tragedy from happening again?

Well, you might be inclined to think
this is just a freak accident,

but in fact,
this is a much bigger problem.

This is a very popular sport truck

made by a major manufacturer
of sport trucks,

and they're catching fire.

The defendant has recently recalled
almost a million of their vehicles

because of this malfunction.

So you see,
this is potentially your problem.

How do you motivate
a corporate conglomerate to fix a defect?

(hopeful music playing)

You make it too expensive for them not to.

At the conclusion of this trial,

when it finally comes down
to a dollar amount,

I'll be asking you to be legislators
and come back with a number

that says to the defendant
and all car manufacturers,

"Make your vehicles safe."

For your sake.

For your daughters.

For your grandsons.

And I'll ask you to be human beings.

The conscience of a compassionate society

and return with a verdict
that somehow reflects everything

that was taken
from Elena Patino, her family,

and most of all...

her high school sweetheart.

(Denise sighs)

They just got off the elevator.

I don't care what the offer is,
nobody reacts.

Let me do the talking.

All of it.

Must be a much bigger offer
if they accept…

Let's just see.
Once again, nobody speaks.

-Denise.
-Welcome back.

Mr. Patino.

ATTY. EAVES: Ms. Holt.

-(whispers) It's okay to say hello.
-Hi.

We're due back in court at 4:00
unless we settle this.

-Do you have a number?
-We do.

Let me preface by saying
that the client is making this offer

against my advice.
I feel it is far too generous.

Of course. What is it?

Oh my God.

Too low.

Too low.

What about punitives?

That's everything, Denise.
You either take it or we go back.

(soft quirky music playing)

(whispers) I think there's more.

(whispers) This is good, Denise.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Okay.

Well…

back to court we go.

ATTY. EAVES: You can't be serious.

Our jury research consultant says
we should get something with a two.

I trust them. Let's go.

One-seven.
It's as high as I'm authorized.

-Payable now?
-All of it.

-Done.
-No admission.

-Check by end of business tomorrow?
-Done.

-DENISE: You'll draft?
-Yes.

Congratulations, Mr. Patino.

And let me say personally,
I'm very sorry for your loss.

I don't know what to say.

José, I just want you to know
I would have never let the one-four go.

I... (clears throat)

…I think I need to go to the bathroom.

(somber music playing)

I-I don't want to cry in front of you,
so that's why I'm going.

(whimpering)

Thank you, Denise. (sobbing)

If you ever want to join
my weekly poker game,

you are more than invited.

Can I just say that…

You have other work to do?

Yes.

Go to it, please.

(somber music continues playing)

(sighs in relief)

(puffing)

(sighs)

(Cassie breathing heavily)

Cassie, look, it doesn't feel right.

Okay. (panting)

I love you. Better?

This feels angry. What's wrong?

There's nothing wrong with me!
What's wrong with you?

-CASSIE: Just…
-I'm done!

I don't know what's going on, but...

(breathing deeply)

Look, let's just, uh...

They killed my brother.

Excuse me?

My… my little brother.

He's dead.

(somber music playing)

(Cassie sniffling)

Last week.

(breathing deeply)

In Baghdad, he was... (sniffling)

He was guarding some stupid truck.

(sniffling)

(sobs) And somebody blew it up!

(sniffling)

He was only 18.

They killed him.

(Cassie sobbing)

He's my... my baby brother.
He's not coming home.

It's…

Just get off me!

(Cassie sobbing)

Can I get them for that?

I want to get them.

(sniffling, breathing deeply)

Can I get them?

DENNY: The thing about an apology

is it may make you a bigger man, but...

the experience of saying it
makes you feel very small.

I'm sorry. I really am.

Why did you call me chubby?

I didn't mean anything by it.

Well, it hurt.

Well…

See…

What I don't get,

you see, you know
how much I care about you.

I admire you even.

I suppose I'm not feeling that.

I hesitate to admit this, but...

when I was seven years old,

I was a fatty.

During my parents' divorce,
my mother had a lawyer.

She was thin, smart, secure,
confident in mind and body.

And I said to myself,

"That's what I'm gonna be when I grow up."

And I did grow up to be her.

Or so I thought.

(somber music playing)

I haven't been feeling very secure lately,
Denny, either in mind or body.

My skin has become increasingly thin

with all of the sexual banter
in the office.

I've been feeling marginalized
as an attorney.

Maybe it's because
this is such a boys' club?

I don't know.

But...

(voice breaking)
…I'm struggling here, Denny.

I'll admit to being bad
only if you discipline me.

I don't think it's a good idea for you
to hound first-year associates.

I don't hound first-year associates,
Shirley, I tickle them.

As for Sara Holt,
I barely touched her.

My concern isn't for Sara
as much as it is you.

It makes you look sad.

Even pathetic.

What is it about young women?

Is it simply a matter
of improving blood flow?

I'm not so much attracted
to younger women.

It's more the idea
that they could be attracted to me.

You know, you women have it lucky.

As you age,
you only get more beautiful.

Men, we get fat and less desirable.

You and Denny need to find
other ways to have fun

than being lecherous
with junior associates.

(mellow music playing)

Got the cigar in the ear again.

(muffled) Need to amuse myself
in ways I can't get sued.

Lori Colson evidently met
with Blinky Waters.

You may, in fact, get sued.

Shirley says we need to behave better.

If she really knew us, deep down,
she'd realize we behave pretty damn well.

I miss Tara.

Not that she was...

I don't like having dinner alone,
sleeping alone.

(muffled) Having sex alone.

Do you think it's pathetic?

Should we be married
and sensible and go home...

to do whatever men do at home?

Well, I have nothing against marriage.
I've done it five times.

But here's the thing about wives.
They don't let you play with your friends.

I mean, I couldn't be
standing outside here

every night on this balcony.

I'll take a friend over a wife every time.

Shouldn't the wife be your best friend?

You know, Ralph Waldo Emerson said

he reckoned a friend
to be the masterpiece of nature.

I'm not sure I truly understood
that before I met you, Denny.

(muffled) I'm not having sex with you.

Just the same.

(mellow music playing)

Lori really might sue?

She met with Blinky.

(suspenseful music playing)

NARRATOR: Next on Boston Legal...

-We have a group of complaining parents.
-I will kill you!

They're suing their elementary school
over the Halloween pageant.

-Spoken like a true Christian.
-What did you just say?

-One group is Christian.
-Hypocrite!

And the other group is witches.

(indistinct argument)

-Did you say witches?
-CASSIE: My little brother Jeffrey

signed up for the National Guard.

He fulfilled his service in Iraq.

The Army kept him there
under the Stop-Loss program.

It got him killed.

There is probably no way to win this.
That's why we came to you.

I'm senior partner.
I'm asking you, check that,

I'm directing you. Drop it.

No.

(theme music playing)

OLD WOMAN: You stinkah!