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DOLE: Previously
on The Practice...

Oh, gee.
BARKER: Oh, I'm sorry.

Bobby.

Oh, my God. Sarah?

How are you?

I'm great.

We did 10 minutes

on my lousy marriage,

20 minutes
on how your wife

really doesn't
understand you.

Bobby, this is foreplay.

I have no plans
for being unfaithful

to my--
BARKER: Yes, you do.

You're probably
too good of a guy

to actually do it,

but just allowing

for the possibility.

DONNELL:
I'm having dinner

with an old friend,
period.

BARKER: If you're
ever single again, call me.

I don't have plans
to be single again.

Good night, Bobby.

WASHINGTON: Why were you
having dinner with her?

DONNELL: You all say
I crave isolation.

WASHINGTON:
Don't give me that crap.

You're looking to clear
your little conscience

and not get caught.

You said that in starting

your own firm,

you were beginning
a process

of leaving me.

Where are you
in that process?

I so desperately
want us to make it.

BARKER: I agree.

It's best we stop now

before it does get
too dangerous.

Bye.

Hey.

Hey.

Late night?

Catching up on stuff.

I called earlier,
got the machine.

Were you out?

No.

You okay?

(groans) Lousy day.

What happened?

It's boring.

You don't want to know.

Well, maybe I can help.

Tell me.

Okay.

(sighs)

It started out
Claire's soccer-ball case

was stolen from us

by a big product-liability firm,

a firm which first refused
to take the case

because they thought
it was untenable,

but it's not untenable

because we beat
summary judgment.

The Mitchell Arbitration

was postponed again,

so I'm basically
funding that case

until we reach settlement.

My biggest client
just filed for Chapter 7.

And there was one other thing.

What was it?

Oh, yeah.

I saw you
kissing Sarah Barker

outside an Italian restaurant.

Oh, and, uh,

my gun's been jamming.

That's another thing.

Given I do have a history,

maybe you should hide
the bullets

on those nights
you plan to commit adultery.

(door slams)

(music playing)

We have to talk
about this.

You're not looking
to talk.

You're looking
to explain.

And I'm not interested.

Look, what you saw, it--

I'm late for work.

We at least need
to discuss this, for God's sake.

I'm not gonna sit around
while you lie about it.

I'm not going to lie.

DOLE: Bobby,
I can always tell.

Your lips move.

Come on, honey.

Let's go.

MAN (over TV):
It marks the 22nd time

the Office
of the Attorney General

has overruled
the recommendation committee

and is seeking the death
penalty but with the court...

FRUTT: You have
a trial date yet?

July.

Any luck finding
the kid he shot at?

They found him.

Police have no interest
in arresting him.

MAN (over TV): ...meanwhile,
CBS President Les Moonves

was a no-show this morning

at an environmental
fundraiser

where he was scheduled to be

the keynote speaker.

Organizers express outrage.

(phone ringing)

HATCHER: Donnell, Young,
and Frutt.

He seems in a good mood.

Jimmy, she says
she's a client.

Won't give her name,

but she needs to speak to you.

This is James Berluti.

I'm listening.

Grace?

Okay.

Where are you?

All right, I'll be there
in 20 minutes.

CHAPMAN (over phone): Now...

I'm on my way.

What kind of an emergency?

I don't know.

She has no appointment,

but she claims she's--

Lindsay Dole.

We met.

I won't take up much
of your time.

Are you having an affair
with my husband?

Marsha, would you excuse us?

Definitely.

Why don't we sit?

I'd rather stand.

Before I forget
my question,

let me ask it again.

Are you having an affair
with my husband?

No, I'm not.

There, you have your answer.

You can go now.

Or if you'd like
to have a conversation,

you can sit.

(elevator bell dings)

BERLUTI: (sighs)

Grace.

What's the matter?

CHAPMAN: Just a second.

BERLUTI: What are you doing?

CHAPMAN: I'll explain
in a second.

BERLUTI: Grace,
what the hell

is going on here?

Hey!

Get these things off of me.

In time, Jimmy.

How long have we known
each other?

What's going on?

See the tape

and the wires?

They're connected to bombs.

Anyone tries to come
in this room--boom!

It's important
you know that.

Grace, what the hell
are you doing here?

It gets crazier.

Come with me.

Have you lost weight,
by the way?

What do you think?

Take your time.

Is that, who I think it is?

Of course it is.

Les Moonves.

This is his hotel suite,
actually.

I showed up as room service.

Coffee, tea, gun.

I know.

I'm nuts.

But we knew that already.

You want to hear my plan?

I'll take that as a yes.

You see these cameras?

I'm satellite ready.

I could email the footage.

Check out the cannon.

My idea for a reality
television show,

"How to Blow Up

a Network President."

I'm technologically ready

to go out live

with a game of Russian roulette,

tonight, 9:00.

I was thinking about 8:00

because the hut levels
are higher, but...

kids shouldn't see this.

Wouldn't you agree?

I know Les does.

Look at him.

Tell me he's not sexy.

Grace--

Your job, Mr. Attorney,

is to negotiate
my deal with CBS.

I'll give them exclusive
broadcast rights.

$4 million.

That'll include foreign.

You're out of your mind.

We knew this.

BERLUTI: You think CBS
is gonna pay you

$4 million

to blow up their President?

It's Russian roulette, Jimmy.

He might survive.

I was thinking
of calling it "Survivor"

with a question mark.

Do you like that title?

I know Les does.

BERLUTI: Grace--

CHAPMAN: The thing is...

they wouldn't be paying me

to play the game.

I'm playing the game

with or without them.

It's important
that you make that clear.

The game is played
no matter what.

They wouldn't be an accessory.

The only question is...

do they want to benefit
from the footage.

The police will be all over
this room as soon as--

CHAPMAN: The police
can't get in here, Jimmy.

I thought this out.

The doors and the windows

are wired with munitions.

Anyone tries to get in here,

and we all go boom!

The three of us.

Boom, boom, and boom.

BERLUTI: Okay, obviously,
you've gone off

your medication.

You say that like
it's a negative,

the fact that I'm crazy.

Three more share points,
minimum.

Call the network,
make the deal.

You can't be--

CHAPMAN: Jimmy,

make the deal.

We have no information
on who the woman is

or how she got into the room,

but it is confirmed

she has kidnapped
CBS President Les Moonves.

Unbelievable.

And she expects
to get $4 million?

ABC paid six
for Michael Jackson.

And they didn't even get
to blow him up.

FBI is on their way.

The suspect now has been
identified as Grace Chapman,

extremely intelligent,

served six months
at Fisher's Hospital,

treated for
a bipolar disorder.

We're still trying to learn

as to how she got
in the room...

Are you watching this?

Yeah.

You people know this psycho?

Former client.

(sighs)

Lindsay been in yet?

No, and she hasn't called.

I'm starting to worry.

A goodbye kiss?

BARKER: Yes.

And that's probably--

How was the hello kiss?

Have you listened
to a word I've said?

DOLE: No, and I don't want
to listen.

BARKER: Which may be part
of the problem, Lindsay,

no offense.

But Bobby came searching
for a pair of ears more than--

Oh, are you gonna play
therapist now?

I'm not trying to--

You commit adultery
with my husband--

I didn't commit adultery, we--

Because you didn't have time.

You got caught.

Look, it was wrong
for us to kiss.

Gee.

BARKER: But as I said,

the reason--

look, the fact
that you're even here--

don't you think it's odd
that you're talking to me

about this and not Bobby?

(scoffs)

BARKER: Hold on.

You owe me nothing,

and other than an apology,

I owe you nothing.

But under the theory
that you came here

in some kind of a search
for the truth,

the truth is
Bobby loves you very much,

but he's lost all ability
to communicate with you.

Really?

Yes, really.

And from what I've heard,
and, admittedly,

I have only heard his side,

you've pushed him
to the place he is in.

You've shut him out.

The company
he sought with me,

and, yes, the need
for the kiss,

it came from loneliness.

And you really need
to examine

your own role in that.

I so enjoy being lectured to
by the woman--

Hey, you came here, so--

How dare you presume

to tell me how to be
a better wife?

I didn't do that.

DOLE: Yes, you did.

Forgive me
for being so naive

thinking communication
is built on trust,

believing that for intimacy,

you first need honesty.

Now who's lecturing?

Here's a little advice
from me.

Not quite as eloquent
but for what it's worth,

keep away from my husband.

(helicopter blades whirring)

(siren wailing)

REPORTER: Right now,
I'm standing about 60 feet

outside of the room
where Mr. Moonves

is being held captive.

It is still--
You have to leave.

Hey, whoa, whoa!

Uh, as you can see,
the situation

is very tense here.

I am being jostled

and escorted out of here...

GAMBLE: How did she even
get in there?

She first abducted
the guy from room service.

They found him duct-taped
in a laundry hamper.

Do we think this room

is really wired
with munitions?

Her I.Q.
is off the charts.

She's no dummy.

(sighs) And she can
transmit the video?

So she says.

Anyway, it's FBI
jurisdiction now.

We're out.

BERLUTI: You can't
get away with this.

CHAPMAN: I'm not looking
to get away with it.

Diminished capacity.

I'll do my three years.

Eight if Les goes boom.

Either way, for $4 million.

BERLUTI: You really think

you'll see a nickel?

We have son of Sam Laws.

That money--
CHAPMAN: Goes to Switzerland,

remember?

Possession, Jimmy.

Possession, nine-tenths
of the law.

Are you hungry?

Les didn't eat his waffle.

BERLUTI: Be reasonable.

They're never
gonna pay you that money.

You know what I love
about you?

Your eternal optimism.

Here you have
a client who's hijacked

a network president,

kidnapped you,
wired a hotel room

to blow up, and still

you ask her
to be reasonable.

You are too cute!

Isn't he cute?

This actually
isn't the first time

a kidnapper has bargained
for airtime.

If you remember Waco,

the Federal Government actually
encouraged the media

to broadcast the messages
of David Koresh

in exchange
for the release of hostages.

The government also encouraged
the print media

to publish
the Unabomber's manifesto.

But in those situations,

the criminal
was demanding airtime.

In this case, Ms. Chapman

is basically selling it.

DONNELL:
We represented her

in some commitment
proceedings.

SMOLLER:
When's the last time

you had contact with her?

DONNELL:
Over three years ago.

And Mr. Berluti
was always the Attorney?

He and Ellenor Frutt.

SMOLLER: Can we speak
to Ms. Frutt?

Of course.

Ellenor.

Your firm's
involved in this?

What are you doing here?

I tried you on the phone,

but your assistant said

you'd moved
to Czechoslovakia.

Rebecca made me.

Come on.

You're coming
to my office--

She came to mine.

What?
BARKER: Lindsay,

she stormed into my office,
had a few choice French words

to say, and then she left.

I've been trying
to get you on the phone,

but Lucy wouldn't give me
your number in Prague.

She came to your office?

Bobby, far be it from me
to give advice--

I tried that
an hour ago--

DONNELL: I'll take care of it.

Listen, if you are as serious
about your marriage

as you claim to be,

you need to get back
into therapy now.

(door opens)

We'd like you to advise her

that the money's been
wired already.

We can't do that.

Why not?

Because the money
hasn't been wired.

We have an obligation
to be honest with our client.

Crime-fraud exception.

You can legally--
I don't think so.

You can legally
withhold information, Counsel.

But we can't lie.

SMOLLER: She's got a cannon
pointed at a man.

You can surely make--

FRUTT: Exactly.

Including a friend of mine.

And we're not gonna
jeopardize his life.

Why aren't they calling back?

BERLUTI: Grace,

even if they did wire
the money,

they could still seize it
in Switzerland after--

I have things taken care of
over there, trust me.

REPORTER (over TV):
We have with us now

Dr. Raymond Hewlitt.

Dr. Hewlitt,
thank you for joining us.

You treated Ms. Chapman,
did you not?

HEWLITT (over TV): Yes, I did.
Hey! Doctor-patient privilege!

(gunshots)

We repeat, a gunshot
has been heard,

a loud, shot-like noise
coming from a gun.

My God.

Everybody's safe.

She just shot
the television.

Nobody's been hurt.

That's an update,
not a final.

Listen to me.

However nuts you are,

you have to know the network

won't play along with this.

I don't have to know that.

The entertainment
and news divisions have become

so blurred--
BERLUTI: Even if they wire

the money, they'll figure out
how to get it back.

And if your plan
is to somehow leave the country,

they'd extradite you so fast.

I don't expect
to get away, Jimmy.

I'll do my three years.

It'll be much more than that.

I don't think so.

And all I need from you

is for you and your law firm

to help execute the deal,

nothing more!

You're starting
to piss me off.

Without making any excuse

for kissing her,

because there is none.

I have been accused of...

craving isolation.

Maybe I became desperate

to share anything

with anybody.

Again, does that excuse
what I did?

No.

But...

Do you actually expect me
to fall for that?

You want company, Bobby?

I mean, you want to share?

Go out for a beer
with Eugene.

Take me to dinner.

You don't go
to an Italian restaurant

with a woman
you used to sleep with

and then kiss her.

I...

have become...

emotionally void.

Do you get that?

How much of a father
can I be if...

You did this, in part,
for our son?

I'm glad you got it all
worked out, Bobby,

because I'll tell ya,
I certainly don't.

I don't have a clue

as to what I should do now.

I want our son to have
his mother and father

in the same house.

It would devastate him

if we were to split up.

But I don't--
I don't know how to live

in the same house

with a man I no longer trust.

So...

I either leave you

or I coexist with...

(sobs)

I don't know what to do.

We're now being told
the explosives are real.

Dogs from the bomb squad
have been sniffing,

and the doors have,
in fact, been rigged

with some kind
of explosive device.

Why aren't they making
this deal?

I have their President.

For God's sake,

why aren't they calling?

They said
they needed time.

CHAPMAN: Time is running out.

(phone ringing)

We're here.
MICHAELS (over phone): Grace,

this is Officer Michaels--

I told you,

no negotiation.

Call here again,
Officer Michaels,

and someone gets shot,

and it won't be me.

I want to hear
from Ellenor Frutt

or Eugene Young only,

and only about the deal.

I don't think
they love you enough, Les.

You saved this network.

You brought them back
from the grave.

You would think they'd want
to save you from yours.

Thirteen, on the air.

That is sweet,

but I don't think
you have the capacity

to enter into a contract.

It would be duress.

Why are you so calm?

This disturbs me.

Jimmy says
she's getting more erratic.

Call him back.

Tell him to stall
as much as--

She's too smart.

STRINGER: Can I ask,

do you people even have a plan

besides seeking
the death penalty?

Who are you?

I'm pretty.

Who are you?

FRUTT: Look, you are flirting
with a disaster here if you--

Thank you, Ms. Frutt.

Just call him--
My colleague is in that room.

He's my friend.

Your behavioral unit
is saying

give her the broadcast,

your tactical unit
is saying don't.

That's exactly the indecision
that led to the Waco--

Ms. Frutt.

That woman is nuts.

She has a cannon.

A Mr. Sandy Grushow
is calling.

He says it's important.

He's from the Fox Network.

Urgent?
MARSHA: Yes.

The urgent woman.

She's back.

The same woman
from this morning?

Yes.

Okay.

Send her in.

But if I yell
or hit the intercom,

you send in security.

Are you sure?

Yeah, send her in.

This is how pathetic it is.

For honesty,
I come to you instead of him.

And please,
don't lecture me

on how symptomatic
that is of our marriage.

I don't need--
BARKER: Lindsay,

what do you want?

I need to know--

I need to know what he--
what he said a--

I don't know
what's going on.

Well, do you really want
my dime-store psychology?

Yes.

What did you two talk about?

I need to know what...

Mostly we talked about you,

about his job,

being a
criminal-defense lawyer.

He no longer believes
in what he does.

And what he does,
what he is,

they're the same.

What does that have
to do with me?

I'm getting to that.

The man doesn't believe
in what he is

and he's desperate for you
to hold him,

to give him
some kind of affirmation

as well as love.

And you give him neither.

And he's just
becoming desperate

to find it
wherever he can.

Is he in love with you?

That, I don't know.

For some things,
you're still going to have

to go to him for answers.

Are you in love with him?

I'm not sure about that,
either.

Fox?

Under certain terms--
CHAPMAN: I'm not

taking my clothes off.

BERLUTI: Grace,
listen to me.

Just stop talking
for 10 seconds.

Can you do that?

(sighs)

The deal is...

Fox agrees
to pay you the money,

air the broadcast,

so long as you promise
not to hurt him.

Then the whole thing
would be a fake.

Where's the drama?

BERLUTI: Just listen.

We would keep it secret
that the game is rigged.

You'll get all the suspense
of a real Russian roulette game

and your money.

Attorney-client privilege?

Of course.

The cannon's fake.

It only shoots blanks.

(sighs)

The gun's real.

So we can make this deal
with Fox?

I want a non-duress clause--

liquidated damages
of 10 million.

If they reveal
the cannon is fake

and if they give
the ending away at all.

How could they
possibly agree to air this?

WASHINGTON: Well...

"Well" what?
It's repulsive.

If it saves the guy's life.

Plus, a network president
being kidnapped,

that is news.

That makes it decent to televise

her Russian roulette game?

Remember the TWA hijacking?

CBS went into the cockpit
with cameras,

covered the whole thing,

even though they figured it
to be staged.

That hijacking wasn't staged.

But their little
show-and-tell was.

And Dan rather said,
"So what?

The activity of a hijacker,
real or staged,

is news, and you cover it."

Is Bobby here?

HATCHER: He's in his office.

I went to see Sarah again.

Don't ask me why.

I guess I'm (sighs)

desperate to make some sense

of how you could kiss
somebody else.

Desperate for a reason
I can live with.

(sighs)

Please tell me
how this could happen.

I think a few weeks ago
you kind of said

we don't address us

because neither of us
wants to face the truth.

We both believe...

in partnership,
but we both sense

we're not partners.

I think we walk away,

start over.

If not for our little boy,

neither of us is the type
of person who could do that--

walk away with a child.

I think the reason
you so shut me out--

I haven't.

You're trying
to make me leave you.

You want it to be my doing.

And maybe,

on some unconscious level,

my going to dinner
with Sarah,

kissing her.

Maybe I'm trying
to make you leave me.

You wanted to get caught?

I don't know.

(sighs)

So, what do we do?

Look, none of us here at Fox

want to see
Les Moonves blown up.

STRINGER:
Okay, this is insane now!

Not to NBC.

They want in.
What?

HATCHER: They think
if they can help save

an innocent man,
they should.

So we have two networks

throwing money
at a kidnapper?

Again, I ask,

how is this different
than "60 Minutes"

airing one of Kevorkian's
assisted suicides?

They didn't pay Kevorkian.

WASHINGTON: Yes, they did.

The currency he wanted
was publicity, and he got it.

He's an ass.

It's complicated, Helen.

GAMBLE: Of course
it's complicated.

I would never pretend
to understand

anybody else's relationship.

But when a married man
with a child

kisses another woman,

he's crossed the line.

She also won't back off
the indemnification.

Look, suppose she gets sued
by some family

somewhere claiming
to be traumatized,

we can't--
YOUNG: Exactly.

That's why
she wants protection.

All right.

Let's skip ahead
to the biggie, shall we?

What do you mean
tell the FBI?

Grace, there's a danger.

As soon as the cannon goes off,

they might charge in.

I don't think so.

The windows and doors
are wired to blow.

BERLUTI: Exactly.

I don't feel like blowing up.

Do you?

Actually, there are
no bombs there, either.

I just smeared blasting cap.

The dogs
sniffed trace amounts.

It's enough to fool them.

So there are
no bombs anywhere?

I'll bet
that's a load off, huh?

Yes, it is.

But as your attorney,
I'm still advising you

to call the whole thing off.

Forget it.

Listen to me.

I suspect...

more than the money

you're looking for attention.

Well, you've
already got that.

This is playing on every channel
in the country.

I want prime time,
and I do want the money.

What's to stop
the next wacko

from pulling
a stunt like this?

Making an example
out of you, that's what.

Let's call it off.

You'll come out
with your 15 minutes,

but not 15 years.

Enough fun, Grace.

Let's get out of this.

Just let me know
when the money is wired.

MAN (over TV):
Sources have confirmed

that a wire transfer
of $4 million

has been received
at the Swiss commercial bank.

They're calling the game
"Shoot the moon,"

though it's unclear
whether Mr. Moonves

has been injured or not.

MAN (over TV): In fact,
there's a sick joke

making the rounds
that if the CBS Executive

is indeed blown up,

he'll actually be eaten
by contestants

on next week's Fear Factor.

FRUTT: It's official,
the world has gone mad.

When will she release Jimmy?

After it's over.

Are we sure she will?

He doesn't think she could
actually hurt anybody.

What's going on in there?

Do we know?

He's in there alone.

It isn't good.

I screwed up, Bec.

I kissed her.

Sarah Barker.

It wasn't going
any further.

In fact, it was because
we were severing all.

But I screwed up.

Lindsay knows?

She witnessed it.

Where are you now?

I don't...

want to lose her.

That much I know.

Does she know that?

(sighs)

I don't think
she much cares at this point.

I'd let her know
just the same.

I can't even locate her
at the moment.

Anything new on Jimmy?

Is he safe?

We believe so.

Find your wife, Bobby,

and tell her what you know.

BERLUTI: She's feeding
the signal as we speak.

Okay. Okay.

They've asked you to wait

till three minutes
past the hour

to allow for the affiliate
station breaks.

No problem.

Okay, Jimmy,
you're my technician.

You hit A, B, or C
on the keyboard,

depending
on what camera I want.

Grace.

Why?

Can you help me understand?

I'm sure a lot of doctors
will come on TV

and tell everybody the why

in pursuit
of their 15 minutes.

This isn't you.

What's going on?

Maybe...

I just don't want
to be some tree

falling in the forest.

I need you
to look scared, okay?

I'd un-tape your mouth,
but I can't trust you

not to give away
the ending.

You'd just love to spoil
Fox's numbers, I know.

Also...

I might have to sex it up
a little, you know?

Gotta sell some cars.

Okay, what time do we have?

Ten minutes.

Hi, I'm Grace Chapman.

Welcome to "Les is More"

or "Les is No More,"

depending on luck,

the gods, and, well, me.

I'm the one
with the killer smile.

What if she's lying?

What if she does plan
to blow everything up?

CHAPMAN: The question
I know most of you have--

is this a hate thing

or a sexual thing?

Maybe I'm secretly in love

with this handsome man.

(smooches)

Maybe I'm just
a praying mantis.

Know how most reality shows

always drag things out?

Don't you just hate that?

(cannon fires)

Oh, my God.

Or there's a big gap

between all the action.

(cannon fires)

I can't take this.

This isn't real.

I can't watch.

You'll remember that Koresh

was granted radio airtime,

but no prime-time broadcast
has ever...

(explosions)

I just pissed my pants.

(explosions)

WOMAN: Yesterday,
the Timothy McVeigh's

of the world were vying

for the covers
of Time and Newsweek.

Today, the police...

One has to question
the networks' complicity.

They've essentially been saying,

"Want to act like an idiot?

We'll put you on TV."

(cannon fires)

Oh, dear.

I'm down to my last shot.

Camera C, Jimmy.

Before I fire my last shot,

I would like to talk
to all of you at home,

my audience.

My beloved consumers,

why are you watching?

Is it the spectacle?

Is it the thought
of seeing the big

and the powerful
brought down?

Perhaps it's fun to...

simply look at me and say,

"Isn't she pathetic?

A train wreck with nice tits."

Do you delight
in seeing others demeaned

so that you can
feel better, then?

Maybe it makes you
feel intelligent

to see stupidity showcased.

My question is,

do you just keep coming

to the trough to drink

no matter
what these people put in it?

Do you feel...

at all responsible?

Well, enough
of these idle questions.

We're not here to think,
are we?

Let's get back
to the entertainment.

But I do...

want to thank you,

my dear audience,

after all, without you,

I wouldn't be here.

This one's for you.

(cannon fires)

(door opens)

It still on?

(sighs) It just went black.

I think she blew up
the viewers.

And Jimmy?

DONNELL:
He should be released.

Let's hope.

So...

Lindsay...

I'm sorry.

I know--

I know
how it must sound

when I say
what happened with.

Whether you love me...

or not,

I still love you.

That's the only thing
I do know...

at the moment.

Well, what I know,

therapist tells us

say what you feel,
not what you know.

What I feel is anger...

and hatred.

I mean, I'll be honest,

I hate you...

at the moment.

What I know,

you're the father
of my child,

you're my husband,

and, uh...

I love you.

But I no longer know you.

Beyond that,

and don't trust you.

I've taken Bobby Jr.
to my parents.

He and I will be living there

until we find another place.

What are you talking about?

I'm leaving you.

We're done.

Lindsay, you can't just--

you can't.

It's what you wanted.

You win, Bobby.

MAN (over TV): We've just
been informed Mr. Moonves

has been escorted out.

He is safe and relieved,

though unhappy about lifting

rival NBC's ratings
during sweeps.

Ms. Chapman has been taken
into custody.

Her attorney, James Berluti,
is also unharmed

and relieved the ordeal
ended without incident.

Next up tonight,
dramatic footage

of a high-speed chase
that turns deadly

when the driver
enters the Interstate...

(music playing)

DONNELL:
Next on The Practice...

Hey, get out the truck.

(tires screeching)

MILLER: I saw the gun and then
I just hit the accelerator.

Did you call the police?

No.
What?

GAMBLE: The man your client
ran over in her garage,

he had a bullet in his back.

DONNELL: Do you have feelings
for this woman?

I might love her.

You have to think of her
as a client.

I can't do that, Bobby.

(music playing)

WOMAN: You stinker!

(music playing)