All language subtitles for Boston Legal [2x16]

That is some fine South of the border Schmidt.

Ivan?

Take me back Shirley, that's all I ask.

You came here to ask me to take you back?

No actually, I'm getting married.

But if you were to take me back.

Married? Ivan, no, we talked about this.

This time It's real, Shirley. I feel it deep down to my...

Bone, I'm sure.

She's funny, she's smart. She's practically you,

just a much younger model.

Aw, that's sweet.

Shirley,

I'd like you to be best man.

What do you mean?

If a man wants his closest friend to be his best man he should have it.

Stand by my side Shirley.

I want you to give me away. It's only right.

Uh, first of all you raise several issues.

The first is that the best man doesn'tgive the groom away.

The second is that you and I used to be married

and the third is I'm not a man.

As trustee for my heart for twenty-five plus years...

We were only married for four.

I have only known two great loves in my life.

You. And now Missy.

Okay. As far as our great love goes, you strayed during our honeymoon.

And let's not even discuss the name Missy, is she a pony?

Be my best man.

So why not do it? Be in his wedding.

An ex-wife as a best man? Come on, Paul.

But if you're as close as you say, and the fiance is okay with it.

There's also a rehearsal dinner. He wants me there at that.

All I know is when someone asks you to be in his wedding...

How many has he had?

This one will be number six.

Oh.

So thanks again for the worryin' and waitin'

When I started datin' on weekend nights

And thanks again for the help with my homework

And sittin' up with me till I got it right

Your car for the prom, your letters in 'Nam

But most of all, Daddy, for marryin' Mom

To my beautiful life long friends

Hey, Mom and Daddy thanks again.

Sweet song.

Even if I did do it...

Paul? Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah. I'm just a sap when it comes to sentimental songs.

If she sings, You light up my life I'll be on the floor.

Where were we?

I was obsessing about my ex-husbands nuptuials.

How's your daughter by the way?

Rachel, right?

Alzheimers was her worst fear.

She had gotten to the point where she was forgetting,

and she was losing control of her body.

And she begged me to help her do it.

And I complied.

How did you comply?

We had hired a nurse who had previously worked at a hospice for dying patients

and she was familiar with setting up morphine drips,

and I persuaded her to set one for us

in case pain management ever became an issue.

And you increased the drip to cause your wife's death?

Yes. My lawyer is recommending that I plead to manslaughter

but I simply cannot bring myself to do that. I am not a criminal.

If you agree to take over, I think that you should just jump right in.

The case is not very complicated, and according to our jury consultants,

we have a very sympathetic group impaneled.

Well, if you're serious about moving forward immediately,

then I would advise you to stay with your current lawyer.

Well, he doesn't think that he can win it.

And various people are telling me that you can.

How we doing?

It was as if that song was pointed right at my head.

I did her homework with her, drove her to the prom,

all the nights I waited up.

What happened?

She basically stole from me.

How?

You name it.

She'd feign problems with rent. Her health. Credit card debt.

She'd invent all kinds of crisis to impel me to write a check,

the proceeds of which would always go to feed her drug habit.

The last straw, I got her in a program,

an exclusive one, I told her if she left she was cut off.

She left?

We had a fight. I haven't spoken to her since.

That was seven years ago.

You should go see her.

let's list all the reason not to and put them under column A.

And column B?

She's your daughter.

Denny Crane. No comment.

The blind shall lead, only in America.

Denny Crane.

I'll ask for a continuance if they wont.

On grounds They're not ready?

Your Honor. This is a tactic.

Mr Shore figures to lose at trial...

I rarely lose. And certainly not to you.

So what he's obviously trying to do here is pile on as many grounds

for appeal as possible, including it seems, inadequate counsel.

Do you two have prior relationship?

Yes, Your Honor.

When I was in private practice Mr Shore hacked

into my clients corporate files and then blackmailed him.

Successfully. You left that out.

Mr Shore, the court does have concerns

with new counsel taking this over the day of trial.

My client doesn't want a delay.

You already know he refused to waive his right to a speedy trial.

Then you're on record as being ready?

Well bring in the jury at two o'clock.

Thank you.

Are you okay with this?

Oh, I am. you're dear to my Ivan. And I'm certainly wise enough

to know that the heart wants what the heart wants.

So long as his penis doesn't weigh in.

She has a funny laugh. I didn't tell you.

Yes, you left that out.

Bambi's mother got shot.

Sometimes when she starts she can't stop,

so I have to tell her something tragic to snap her out of it.

Tell me. What brought you two together?

Well, I'd have to say, church.

Also his sense of humor. did he make you giggle?

Only in bed.

It's best not to amuse her.

I can see this.

Bill Buckner.

I apologize. Anyhow, where we really connected,

I think, was our love of musical theater.

Anybody could be that guy.

Mamamia.

Here I go again.

I was hired as Mrs. Myerson's private nurse.

I worked in her employ up until the time of her death.

In fact, Ms Young... it was you who supplied the defendant with

the morphine and the IV, is that correct?

Yes.

Did he tell you what he wanted the morphine drip for?

He said if she ever got in too much pain he wanted to help her manage it.

And how is it you even had access to this drug?

I had worked at a hospice for people dying of terminal diseases.

It was quite common for morphine drips

to be used in connection with pain management.

But don't you typically need a prescription?

Ordinarily, but I have a small stockpile, I guess would be the word.

I never thought Mr Myerson would use it to actually cause her death.

You stated you never thought my client

would use the morphine to cause his wife's death.

would that be because you knew him to love his wife very much?

That would be one reason, yes.

Did Mrs Myerson ever communicate to you that she would rather die

than live through the experience of her brain being destroyed by this disease?

She said so many times.

Is there any doubt in your mind that Mrs Myerson wanted to end her life?

None. She asked me to help her. I said I couldn't legally.

And thats when she turned to her husband.

Thank you.

Helloooo...

Whaddya think?

I'm curious about your thoughts,

if they involve me putting that on in this life time...

All the bridesmaids are wearing it.

It's green.

Yeah.

Shirley, May we speak as girlfriends for a second?

I met you this morning.

I know you're happy for Ivan and me.

But I don't want to be insensitive.

If It's too difficult for you to be giving him away at the ceremony...

As long as were speaking as girlfriends.

Aside from God and Les Miserables,

how are you and Ivan... compatible?

Well, we love children.

I'm a wonderful housekeeper,

I like to cook, these are traditional values I speak of.

I'm sexually very... indefatigable.

Oh, God. Tsunami. Holocaust. Trent Lott.

Are you ah, are you one of those?

Those?

Those people who mock the religious right or put down our administration.

I would never...

Who's dead?

Nobody's dead, Rachel.

I just came...

to say hello.

Is that it?

Look, Rachel.

Whatever damage... I'd like to begin to repair it.

Well, dad, I, I think we both can agree wed need to start with an apology.

Where we differ is on who needs to give it.

I'm sorry that we lost track for seven yeasr.

But I don't owe you an apology...

See you, dad.

Wait. Can we talk?

I'm kinda busy.

With what?

Who is this?

Your granddaughter.

So far he's been paying child support, so financially he's been responsible.

How soon after did you split up?

We were never together, dad. It was one of those things.

You're shocked.

Rachel, you're almost forty.

Meaning what, time to grow up?

Meaning, perhaps when choosing men...

Find one who wont walk out on me,

yeah, well, you know what they say,

girls looks to marry their fathers.

I never walked out on your mother.

No. But you walked out on me.

I did not!

You stole from me, I had no...

Hey! She's three.

She can understand what you're saying.

Hello, sweetheart. You look...

She just doesn't know you, that's all.

How angry you must be with me.

To not tell me... that I had a granddaughter.

How angry you must be.

This district attorney is not without talent.

If he's able to present our client in any unsympathetic light,

we'll lose.

You okay?

I'm tired of my Alzheimers being a story point.

This isn't your story, Denny.

And your MRI was fine, remember? No progression.

Imagine killing somebody you deeply love.

Even to spare suffering.

You said you'd do it for me.

You promised.

I don't know that I could.

Well, don't worry, you're off the hook.

If the day comes,

Bev said she'd sit on me.

Ah! Boots on.

That's what we did with my father.

Morphine drip.

She loved to read more than anything else in the world.

And in the last few months, she couldn't even do that.

What about the physical symptoms?

Ah, well, her motor control was declining, which is why we hired the nurse.

She battled incontinence.

But mainly... it was the sense that her brain was dying.

And she knew it.

I mean, this was a proud, fiercely intelligent woman who...

was becoming an imbecile, not only in front everybody else's eyes.

But her own.

Were you present when she died?

Yes. It, it was tragic.

But it pales to the tragedy had she gone on living.

You practiced law together?

My very first firm.

Tiggs and Schmidt. It flopped.

We were great partners, but lousy partners.

But boy, it was fun.

Come on!

Oh, God!

Directions to the rehearsal dinner.

In a Eight oclock! You can bring a date!

You think It's funny?

I do.

You're coming with me. Eight o'clock! I can bring a date!

Hellooo! time for my toast.

Why am I here?

Why am I?

First, I'd like to thank you all for coming tonight...

I have a confession to make.

I never really thought I'd get married.

I'd always hoped to, but... well...

the thought that I'd actually meet a man who could look past my various

eccentricities and quirks and see me for my heart.

I never thought I'd actually meet a man who...

Perhaps I had a wicked childhood

You have gotta be kidding.

Perhaps I had a miserable youth

But somewhere in my wicked miserable past

There must have been a moment of truth

Am I being punked? Be nice.

For here you are standing there loving me

Whether or not you should

So somewhere in my youth or childhood

I must've done something good.

Come on, rehearsal dinners are meant to be silly.

Let me take you back thirty years or so to ours.

I don't relive past traumas.

Then let me just take you back.

Do you really love this girl, Ivan?

Love is a state of mind, Shirley.

No, It's not, maybe that's your problem, you think.

My problem is I love you.

There, I said it. I love you. Never stopped.

This isnt fair what you're doing to this girl.

I have enormous affection for her.

The sex is rewarding. I make her happy.

All adds up to a workable equation.

Your sense of romance is overwhelming.

We always said what a mistake it was for us to get married?

Maybe the blunder was splitting up.

Do you ever wonder?

No.

May I kiss the bride one last time before the ceremony?

I'm the best man. Very bad idea.

Now that was romance.

Yes it was.

Good night, Ivan.

The thing is, dad,

I can handle not knowing whether you're in my life or not,

but Fiona's asking me, Is Grandpa ever coming back?

I gotta know what to tell her.

Do you want me in your life?

It's nice how you can put accusations in question form.

Let me try. Did you mean to suggest our estrangement was my doing

when it was you refusing to so much as take my phone calls for three-plus years?

How's that?

Close that door.

I heard you say that she was emotionally unstable.

Is it possible her decision was influenced by this instability?

No.

No?

did you have a therapist or any trained professional

speak with her about her apparent wish to die?

I knew my wife better than any therapist ever could,

and her wish to die was not apparent.

You, you stated that she was becoming an imbecile.

That must have been excruciating for you.

Was it a relief in any way at all when she died?

It was a relief to see her suffering end.

I'm sorry to be asking these questions.

It's just sometimes, in these situations It's actually

more about sparing the family's suffering than it is the victims.

Objection!

The objections overruled.

Are you alright, Mr Crane?

Sir, how much was it costing you per month to care for your wife?

You know, I, I'm just about one second away from taking a fist to your head.

Mr. Myerson!

That strikes me as impulsive. Are you an impulsive person?

Your Honor, this badgering has gone on long enough.

I am simply trying to establish that Mr Myerson and the deceased

were the two most emotionally disabled people in all of this,

the very last two people who should be entrusted

to make a decision to end human life.

I'm sorry. I lost a crown on my tooth last night;

I was wondering whether perhaps you swallowed it.

Aren't you ashamed of what... happened?

No, but I can see you are, so were covered.

Ivan! You are getting married, and you're kissing another woman.

Not just any woman. I promise.

You simply cannot marry this girl, not if...

Theres only one thing that can stop it.

And that is?

I'm lookin at her.

Final offer. Marry me.

You're out of your mind.

You didn't say, No.

No.

You didn't mean No.

No means No.

If not you, then her.

For God's sake, Ivan, think of her.

See you at the ceremony, Shirl.

I was not going to enable you any longer!

So you stop giving me money,

but to walk out, to refuse to take my calls,

to tell security at your damn firm not let me in?!

If you think you're going to lay this on me...

I gave you everything!

It was your job to give me everything!

Just like It's my job to give Fionna everything, no matter what!

- At some point...
- I needed you!

For Gods sake, dad, I was a drug addict, an alcoholic...

I had nothing. I needed my father. And you abandoned me.

You think that was easy for me?

I spoke to counselors, professionals.

They all told me you had to hit bottom before...

Well, mission accomplished, dad. Because I did.

In my darkest days...

during your mother's illness,

I would let my mind wander to you.

I would dream... of being there for you

when you give birth to our first grandchild.

Getting to hold and love

a baby all over again, like I did you.

How dare you take that from me? How dare you?

Well you know what, dad? In my darkest day...

through it all... I had one little thing, one tiny semblance of a foundation.

It was knowing that no matter what,

my father would be there for me.

And he wasn't.

He wasn't.

How dare you take that from me?

Shall we request that other song?

For my money, she probably did hit bottom because you walked away

and that maybe saved her life. Forgive her.

I'm not sure she'll forgive me.

Paul. You went to her house, today she came to your office.

You two are already back together,

you just can't figure out the way to execute the deal.

And what about you and Ivan?

I'm sorry?

Do you still love him?

I beg your pardon?

Your taste in men, Shirley.

Ivan Tiggs. Denny Crane, wild, bigger than life.

I, I don't love Ivan anymore.

I'm just his best man.

We have a law against assisted suicide.

One reason simply goes to the sanctity of life.

Once we start eroding that?

Once we say It's acceptable for people to start killing themselves?

A terrible thing happens.

It becomes acceptable.

It's suddenly an option.

For the senior citizens with Alzheimers,

for the fifty-year-olds with cancer,

for the teenager with no friends.

Who decides when suicide is the way to go?

In this case the decision fell to a mentally impaired woman

and emotionally despairing husband.

Not exactly bastions of sound judgment.

His motives, however clouded by grief, may have been pure.

But what about that husband who wants his wife to die

to perhaps prevent the estate from being financially drained.

What about the family who actually seeks to end their own suffering,

because It's too horrible watching mom deteriorate?

How do we assess or regulate motive?

It's why we chose,

as a matter of law not to go down that slope.

Nobody is arguing the Mr Myerson is a bad man. He isn't.

But he admittedly, reflectively

acted to end the life of a human being.

Under the law which you took an oath to uphold,

that's murder.

The dirty little secret is we went down that slope years ago.

Officially we say were against assisted suicide,

but it goes on all the time.

Seventy percent of all deaths in hospitals are due to decisions

to let patients die.

Whether It's morphine drips or respirators or hydration tubes.

With all due respect to the Terry Shivo fanfare,

patients are assisted with death all across this country all the time.

As for regulating motive?

Here's a thought. Investigate it.

If we suspect foul play, have the police ask questions,

if it smells funny, prosecute.

But here, there's no suggestion

the Mr Myerson's motive was anything other than to satisfy his wife's wish

and spare her the extreme indignity of experiencing the rotting of her brain.

Can you imagine?

Would you want to live like that?

I had a dog for twelve years. His name was Alan.

That was his name when I got him.

He had cancer in the end.

That, in conjunction with severe hip displasia.

And he was in unbearable pain.

My vet recommended, and I agreed, to euthanize him.

It was humane.

Which we, as a society, endeavor to be, for animals.

My clients act was humane.

It was a selfless one, it was a sorrowful one.

Ms Myerson's nurse testified

as to the profound love Mr Myerson had for his wife.

Sometimes the ultimate act of love... and kindness...

If you think this man is a criminal, send him to jail.

But if you don't... don't.

And do you, Missy, take Ivan to be your lawfully-wedded husband,

to love, honor, and obey, till death do you part?

I do. I do!

And do you, Ivan, take Missy to be your lawfully-wedded wife,

to love, honor, and obey, till death do you part?

I do.

If there's anyone who knows a reason

why these two should not be joined together in holy matrimony,

speak now, or forever hold your peace.

The rings...

So somewhere in my youth or childhood

I must've done something good

Nothing comes from nothing

Nothing ever could

So somewhere in my youth or childhood

I now pronounce you husband and wife.

I must have done something good

I present to you... Mr and Mrs Ivan Tiggs.

Will the defendant please rise?

Madame Foreperson, the jury has reached a unanimous verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

What say you?

In the matter of the Commonwealth vs. Ryan Myerson

on the charge of murder in the second degree,

we the jury find the defendant, Ryan Myerson...

not guilty.

Really?

Ladies and gentlemen at the jury,..

Thank you so much, Mr Shore.

It was nothing. But expensive.

Denny? Thank you.

I'm so overwhelmed, I don't know what to say.

There's typically a post verdict crash, Mr Meyerson.

I frequently counsel my clients not to be alone.

Do you have someone to keep you company tonight?

The nurse?

The look was unmistakable.

That's why he was so adamant about going forward with the trial so fast.

If his affair with the nurse surfaced,

which it inevitably would have, he'd be sunk.

Huh.

He killed her to be with his mistress.

Who knows?

Maybe the fact he was in love with someone else made it easier

to comply with his wife's desire to die.

If she wanted to die. All we have is his word for it.

And the nurse's.

Oh my God.

We don't know whether he's innocent or guilty. I hate that!

Denny, when you launched yourself in court like a pop tart...

He was badgering our client.

I had to break the flow.

Mr Koupfer had just said,

families often act to end their own suffering.

Is that what happened with your father.

He wasn't exactly in pain. His appetite was good.

In fact he was actually smiling more in the end then he...

On the day,

the day we told the doctor to up the drip, he was blissful.

We put him out of our misery.

And I often wondered

did that life belong to the man with the brain of a two-year-old?

Or to the life of the man who preceded it?

It certainly...

didn't belong to me.

I think the life belonged to the man who preceded the disease.

The man you knew as your father.

Ah.

But at what point?

Koupfer said it was slippery slurp

Slope.

How'd you get the doctor to do it?

Denny Crane. I was still the real thing then.

Denny, I'm gonna say this right now

and then I'm going to memorialize it in my living will.

If I ever end up with the mind of a two-year-old...

I'll have Bev sit on you.

That's a load off.

My day is coming, Alan. We both know that.

It's a long ways off.

And in the meantime.

Live big, my friend. Live big.