All language subtitles for What Rats Wont Do (1998).eng

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Great fun, great music. It's time for you to get out of bed and head to work.

♪♪

♪ Your love

♪ Is lifting me higher

♪ Than I've ever

♪ Been lifted before

♪ So keep it up

♪ Quenching my desire

♪ And I'll be at your side forevermore ♪

♪ You know your love

♪ Your love keeps lifting me higher ♪

♪ Keep on liftin'

♪ Higher ♪♪

♪ Higher and higher

♪ I said your love

♪ Your love keeps lifting me higher ♪

♪ Keep on

♪ Liftin' me

♪ Higher and higher - Yes, sir.

♪ Now once I was downhearted ♪

♪ Disappointment was my closest friend ♪

♪ But then you came

♪ And he soon departed ♪

Oh, no. ♪ And you know he never ♪

♪ Showed his face again

♪ That's why your love

♪ Your love keeps lifting me higher ♪

Ellen.

♪ Higher ♪♪

♪ Higher and higher

♪ I said your love

The inheritance left by the renowned multimillionaire...

Rupert Burton to his
young American wife...

is being challenged
in the High Court today
by his son--

Ellen. Ellen.

Last night was...
incredible.

You...

were unforgettable.

You smell gorgeous.

Have we still got some time--

Good morning, you.Mmm.

♪♪

She-- Ellen.
Me-- Kate.

You?

♪ I'm so glad

♪ I finally found you

♪ Yes, that one-in-a-million girl ♪

♪ And now with

♪ My lovin' arms around you, honey ♪

♪ I can stand up

♪ And face the world

Morning, darling.

♪ Your love keeps lifting me higher ♪

Graham!What are you doing here?

A little something
to wish you luck.

Oh, darling, they're beautiful.I know how important
this case is.

Thank you so much.

Listen. How do I look?

Fine.

Not too, you know, showy?

Sexy?Yeah.

No.

Oh. Good.

Yes, well, better be going.

Uh, hey, maybe you could
make one of your
shepherd's pies...

- and we can watch the box.
- Um, yeah.

Woof you.

Oh, go on!
Come on, you say it.

Woof you too!

♪ I'm so glad I finally found you ♪

♪♪

What on earth
are you doing?

Pelvic tilts.

My gynie says I've got to doat least a hundred today.

Ooh! Oh.

Do they help
with the delivery?

God knows, but at this rateI'll be able to crack walnuts.

That's more
than I needed to know.

These are nice.

Yes.
They're from Graham.

So how are you feeling?

A bit nervous,
to be honest.

I'm not surprised. Youropposing counsel's a killer.He never loses.

Oh, look, when I say
he never los--

Why don't you
go and change?

You take--

Are you surethat you can manage?Yes, of course--

Watch where you're going!Well--

What do--You bloody idiot!Look what you've made me do.

...watch where
I am going.

I've got to get
some more tights!

No, Kate!
Don't go, please!
Kate!

♪♪

♪♪

♪ And let me tell you, your love ♪

♪ Your love keeps lifting me higher ♪

♪ Keep on liftin' me ♪♪

♪ Higher ♪ Lifting me

♪ Higher and higher

Tell me,is this a court of law...

or is itthe Mary Celeste? ♪♪

Where the hell have you been?

How good of you to join us,
Miss, uh,

Beckenham.

Allow me to introduce
myself.

I am the "bloody idiot"
who is running this court.

If I might apologize,
my lord.

It's a little late
for that.

But perhaps you can
make amends by telling me...

where counsel
for the defense is.

Right here, my lord.

Me-- Jack Sullivan.

Mr. Sullivan,

I trust you have
a damn good reason...

for being both tardy
and cavalier
with this court.

My lord, I do apologize.I had an urgent ex partein the High Court.

"Sex parte."

Sorry, Miss Beckenham?

Oh, nothing, my lord.
Perhaps the charge
could be read.

Yes.

Ernest Maxwell Coleman,

you are charged with fraudcontrary to Section--

Jane, you are not
going to believe this,

but that's the weasel
who sh--

Shagged.

Ellen last night.

And nearly tried
to proposition me
over the breakfast table.

I knew he was good,but I didn't realizehe was that good.

Good night?

Yeah. Breakfast
was a little tense.

Don't tell me,after you slept with her,you didn't respect her.

Didn't recognize her.

Not guilty.

Please sit down.

If it please
Your Lordship.

Members of the jury,

they say that fraudis a complicated business.

I'm going to tell youwhy this man is a fraud...

in 60 seconds.

You see, it's very simple.

The defendant took money.He promised to invest itand return it with a profit.

Instead, he spent it.

Complicated?I don't think so.

Fraud isn't complicated,but defending fraud--that is.

So don't be surprisedwhen the defense triesto bury the issue...

under a mountainof paperwork.

Just remember, the onlycomplex thing in this case...

is the guilty complexthe defendantshould be suffering from.

My lord,
this should take about, um,

two seconds.

- We request
an immediate adjournment.
- What?

Clear the jury immediately.

Alzheimer's?

The early stages, my lord,but nevertheless...

sufficiently grave
to render him
unfit to plead.

My lord, the defendantis 45 years old.

I have reports
by two of the country's
top neurologists.

Very well, Mr. Sullivan.

It would seem
we have no choice.

I will adjourn the case
for a date to be decided.

However,
on a more personal level,

I should add
that I consider
your behavior outrageous,

and that you are
an absolute shower.

Thank you, my lord.

Just the sort of thing
I used to pull
when I was your age.

Heathrow. Terminal 4.

That's not
our client fleeing
from justice, is it?

Of course not, Jack.

He assures me
this Swiss clinic is the
only one that can treat him.

Ah. That's
all right.

Oh, right. Gemini, huh?

Miss Beckenham.

I just wanted to congratulateyou on that opening.It was brilliant.

Well, for your information,
I'll be applying for
an expedited hearing.

So I should hope.Your client can run,
but he can't hide.

I wouldn't betoo sure about that.

In my opinion,
you have the morals
of a shark...

and the sex drive
of-of... a rabbit.

Really?

I'd love to hearyour reasons over a coffee,but I've got an 11:30.

How can you have an 11:30?
This case was set down
for three months.

It may have beenthree months in your diary.It was half an hour in mine.

Oh, I think I'm freefor lunch.

You expect me
to eat with you?

Sorry about the case.You're obviously a good lawyer.

And you're obviously
a good crook.

Fine. Give my regards to--

Ellen.

How can you
not know her name?

Having a bad memory doesn'tmake you a bad person.

Tell that to yourAlzheimer's patientand the people that he robbed.

Hello?

Hello, darling.
No, everything's fine.

It-It's just been
postponed a little bit.
It's perfectly normal.

No, I'm not upset. Oh, does this meanyou're free for lunch?

No, I am bloody not!

Ooh!

No, I wasn't talking
to you, darling.

So, shall we have "Jerusalem"for the final hymn?

Yeah, fine.Or "Rock of Ages"?

Just as you like.

Or the Sex Pistols?Good.

Never Mind the Bollocks?Sounds great.

Oh, for God's sake,will you stop agreeing with absolutelyeverything I say?

All right.

I hope that wasa joke.

Look, Kate, I'm sorry
you lost the case,
but you'll have other ones.

I did not lose the case!The case was adjourned!There's a big difference.

Miss Beckenham, I'm afraid
we have a problem.

The record shows you've
only eaten 22 dinners.Yes, that's right.

You need 24
to use the church
in templo "privitatus."

In what?So if I have two more dinners,then we can get married?

That's correct, but there's
only one more dining evening
before term ends.

What if I double dine?

The last day for double diningis three weeks afterSaint Barnabas' Day.

- Which is?
- Last Friday.

So there's nothing I can do?

Ah, well.

Perhaps the register office.

Actually, given
this is a leap year,

and therefore term
was prorogued
on Shrove Tuesday,

the three-day rule
does allow
the undersecretary...

to allow a double dining
on a mooting evening,

providing it's
before Ascension.

And is it?

I haven't a clue,
I'm afraid.

But, um, Christmas falls
on Sunday,

which I always
think is unfair.

Uh--

So what you're saying is...

if I apply to the undersecretaryunder the three-day rule--

if such a day exists--and eat the dinners...

and have the banns readon three consecutive weekends,then we can get married here?

Couldn't be simpler.

All right, Kate.Jane, what are you
doing here?

I was just on my way home.Thought I'd pop in,see if you're okay.

Oh, I'm absolutely fine.
It's only a case,
after all.

I've got to keep
these things
in perspective.

But after all the monthsof preparation--

It's all water
under the bridge now.

Those working weekends--That's just the way
it goes sometimes.

Just to have some weaselscrew it all up!I hate you, Jack Sullivan!

That's it!
Get all out!Bastard!

All men are.Bastard!

Except the father
of my unborn child,
who is a god,

and whose fabulous body
and agile mind
I bow down and worship.

Really?No, of course not,
but it's a funny idea.

Ellen, what are you
doing here?

Case of Vladifor you ladies.Vladi?

Vodka.
Go and get some ice--No! No, not in my chambers.

Absolutely not.Go on, Kate.
It'll do you good.

What?No. Ice. Thank you.

God, do I need a shot.I nearly broke my bloody backlugging this thing up here.

You got fired
from the wine bar?

Yeah. Can you believe that?

I was a bloody great
waitress.

♪♪

Ellen! Ellen.

Turn that down. ♪ You're weird
In tears ♪

♪ Too near and too far away Will you switch
that music down!

The whole chambers
can hear us!Jane, pour her some.

What are you doing?I'm finally taking her advice.You need this.

I do not!Yes, you do.

One.Drink it.

One.

♪ Always love the one you hurt ♪

♪ It's a crack I'm back ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm standing on the rooftops shouting out ♪

♪ Baby, I'm ready to go

- ♪ I'm back and ready to go - I cannot believe that ratgot chambers opposite mine,

and he's spying on me!Just ignore him.

Deep down he's probably somesad, lonely git with no life.Give me that.

Yeah, right.Uh-huh.

Okay, ladies.A tenner says...

I can get this ballstraight through that window.

You're on.

Hey.

♪♪

Ellen, it's stillon the floor.

One. No.Is it safe?

Two, three--

Fore!

♪ You're strange, insane

♪ One thing you can never change ♪

♪ It's a crack I'm back ♪

♪ Baby, I'm ready to go ♪

Man Singing
In Italian ]

♪♪

You'll wanna watch
that shower!

♪♪

♪♪

Crappy bloody plumbing!

Freezing and burningmy ass off!

That's the last bloody time!

That shower nearlykilled me... again.

You're not gonnawear that tie, are you?

What's wrong with it?

Not with the blue.

You're makinga big mistake.

Nothing compared
to my choice of builder.

Hey, wait a minute.
What about your breakfast?

Why don't you worrya bit less about my breakfastand a bit more about your job?

It's the most important
meal of the day.

I've done you
sausages and mushrooms.

I'm warning you--any more screw-ups,and you're fired.

That's no way to speak
to your father!

And another thing!

What the hell
were you doing last night?

The living room's
like a war zone!Mind your own business!

Not anotherbloody woman, I hope!

Absolutely not!
Working late!

Over here, Mirella!

- Nice big smile.
- Smile. That's it.

Mirella!...relationshipwith your stepson?

I feel great. It's greatto be back in London.

Of course I am.
Very confident.

Coming through.Coming through.

Are you happy it's over?

Turn this way, please,Mirella.

Are all British attorneys
as sweet as you are?

Only the best.

So how was New York?

Oh, you know.
Crazy. Crazy.

Well, not too crazy,I hope.

Come on, Tony.
I'm not a nun.

I know, Mirella,but until the trial,

we'd appreciate itif you behaved like one.

Who's "we"?

Me and Jack Sullivan.He's your barrister.

You mean one of those
crusty old guys with the
funny wig and weird clothes?

Yeah.

Cool.

Mirella, I'd like you
to meet Jack Sullivan.

This is my barrister?

You're not what
I was expecting.

Well, I do hopeyou're not too disappointed.

That's your British
self-deprecating humor,
isn't it?

In America, we call that
low self-esteem.

Oh.

So tell me, Mr. Sullivan,
are we gonna win?

Well, that's whatwe're here to discuss.

I'm afraid your latehusband's son has madesome damaging allegations...

about capacityand competence.

Yeah, well, I guarantee youthey're all lies.

I understand, Mrs. Burton,but we have to seehow it looks to him.

You were 21when you met Mr. Burton,and he was... 75.

Have you ever been in love,
Mr. Sullivan?

I'm afraid not, Mrs. Burton.

Well, if you had,
you'd know that age
has nothing to do with it.

It's something
that just happens.

I appreciate that,

but I'm afraid his sondoesn't see the romanticside of the story.

His son is a mean,devious scumbag.

Which we will certainlyendeavor to attest to.

- Sorry, I don't speak law.
- He said we'll nail him.

That's right, but it's
not going to be easy.

Until Mr. Burton met you,
his son was expecting...

15 million poundsand half a dozen properties.

Look. It's not the moneyI care about, Mr. Sullivan.

It's the principle.
His son never loved him,
and I did.

Why should he be rewarded?
Why? Mr. Sullivan?

Hello, darling.I got what you asked for.Mr. Sullivan?

That's fine, Mrs. Burton.
I have all I need for now.

Where are you staying?

A new apartment
by the park.

Hyde Park?No, Central.

I'm sorry. I'm afraidI need you here in Londonuntil the trial begins.

You're kidding?Well, I may need to see youor talk to you any time of day--

or night.

Really?

I suppose I can live
with that.

Kate Beckenham.
It's a pleasure
to meet you, Mr. Burton.

It's too girlie.

Mr. Burton.

Beckenham.
Kate Beckenham.

Yeah. This is it.

I think I can safely say
we have a strong case.

I understand your concerns,
but I'd appreciate it...

if you'd let me
lay them to rest.

Ooh.

Hello? Yep.
Yep, Arthur.
Send them in. Okay.

Thank you, Arthur.

Um, Mr. Burton, may I
present Kate Beckenham.

Sorry.

Beckenham.
Kate Beckenham.

Hello, Miss Beckenham.

I can safely say
that I think we have
a very strong case.

Good. Good.

Um, but there are a fewquestions I'd like to ask.Um--

Oh, please, would you?Thank you.

I understand
your concerns,

but I'd appreciate it
if you'd let me lay you
to--

Them.

Lay themto rest.

Thank you. Um--

Please don't think me rude,but I-I was expectingsomebody...

perhaps a little older.

Ah.

Of course.

And please don't think
I'm being rude when I say...

isn't that the very same
error your father made--

mistaking a clever,
determined woman
for some silly young girl?

Oh, Jane.

I think we've found
our counsel.

Thank you for seeing meat such short notice, sir.

It was good of you.

You need permission to
double dine so you can use
the church for your wedding.

Yes, that's right.Your fiancé
is a lucky man.

If that's all.

No, as a matter of fact,
it isn't.

Perhaps there's
something you could
help me with.

And what's that?Well,

it sounds too juvenile
to believe, but...

a member of your chambers
fired this through
my window the other night.

You wouldn't know
anything about that?

Not a thing.
Shame. Well.

I suppose I'll have to
leave it in the hands
of the police.

The police?

Criminal damage is
a very serious offense.

Yes, of course.

On the other hand,I'd hate to see your chambers'reputation destroyed...

by the stupidity
and childishness
of one of its members.

I see.So what are you saying?

Well, call me a great guy,

but if you're prepared
to go out for a drink
with me after the dinner,

I think I can forget
all about it.A drink?

You and me.
Case closed.

Amen.Amen.

Red or white?Red, please.

Right. Who's infor the first drinking game?

Good idea, Toby.

Are you up for it?Oh, yes.

Drinking till you vomitis an old favorite of mine.

Ah, Sullivan!

This Bordeaux is like
your approach to litigation.

Cheeky, too much fruit
and far too buttery.

Really, Your Honor?
I was just thinking
it was dusty, acidic,

with an unpleasant finish.

Just like oneof your summings-up.

I'm not a pheasant plucker.I'm a pheasant plucker's son.

And I'm only pluckingpheasants till the pheasant--

And I'm only pluckingpheasants till the pheasant---

No! I'm notthe pheasant plucker!

I'm the pheasantplucker's son.

And I'm only pluckingpheasants till the pheasantpluckers come.

I'm not a pheasant fucker.

I'm a--

I call uponthe master of the moot.

My noble lords,

fellow members, pupils.

Tonight's moot is as follows.

Forty percentof women barristers claim...

to have been sexually harassedby their male colleagues.

The proposition
for the moot is that,

in the words
of the Immortal Bard,

- "wethinks" the ladies
doth protest too much!
- Doth protest too much!

What the hell
does that mean?

All women are
begging for it!

Who will argue the case?Good night.

You.

You can actfor the ayes.

You must be joking.

No member can refuse
the moot master.

Come along, young lady.

What do you have
to say for yourself?

In this moot,
fuck all!

What'd she say?

"Fuck all," my lord.

I believe the undersecretary
can argue the moot on behalf
of anyone so chosen.

Really?

I could have sworn
I saw her lips move.

You stay out of this.

Overruled, I'm afraid.

Protest too much?

Yes, my lord.
Women do protest.

They protest
for a moment's relief...

from our propositions
and abuses.

A female barrister
is not a woman
in a man's world.

She's a womanin a little boy's world.

If she uses her sex,
she's a slut.

If she doesn't,

she's a fool.

This place reeksof hypocrisy.

One rule for men,another for women.

The law...

is the second oldest
profession.

And, yes, these innsare filled with whoresplying their trade.

But make no mistake.

None of them are women.

Thanks.

For a complete hypocrite,
you were quite good
in there.

Well, um,

there's an explanationfor that.

You see, um, scientistshave started using lawyers...

instead of ratsfor their research.

Two reasons--One, scientists can getattached to the rats.

- And, two, there are
some things--
- Rats won't do.

So how do you
feel about...

dumping Graham
and going out with me?

And why would I wantto do that?

Well, we might have
more in common
than you think.

Like what?

What about hill walking?
I like that.

Really? You don't strike meas the hill walking type.

Oh, no, I love it.
Almost as much as
I love show jumping.

You're joking.
I love that too.

Hill walkingand show jumping.I don't believe it.

Isn't that amazing?

No.

I mean,
I don't believe it.

What did you do,

look up my fileand see what I put downon my scholarship application?

All right.

You believein the jury system, right?

Twelve people who knownothing about nothing...

decide the fateof the accused.

Yes.Fine. Good.

- Excuse me. Do you think
we make a good couple?
- No! Jack!

- In your opinion--
- I'm not playing.

Do we or do we notmake the perfect couple?

Not particularly.

That's just
one man's opinion.

It's very important to get
the woman's point of view.
Excuse me, madam?

Do you think that she shouldleave her fiancéand go with me?

Does she love her fiancé?

I'm not answeringany of these questions.

Is he really
serious about you?

I barely even know him.

I am serious enough
to ask a total stranger
their point of view.

Well, I think you should
go out with him.

Yeah. I mean,
you fancy him.

What? You have
absolutely no evidence
to support that.

Well, if you didn't,you'd have walked out by now.

That's a very
pertinent point,
and you're absolutely right.

I'm leaving.Ah, no, you're not.

Oh, yes, I am.I'm sorry.
It's not up to us.

The people must decide.

Crucial question.

Should she leave?

Yeah.

The peoplehave decided, Jack.Excuse me.

That-That was
a badly worded question.

I have to say, if he's preparedto risk total humiliation...

in front of all of us--

You should at least
sleep with him.

So, um, this caseof yours--

anything interesting?

Oh, no. It's just
a preliminary hearing
on the Burton case.

Really?

Impressive.

Um, it's just
the next left here.Here?

- Look, um--
- Got any coffee?

Yes, but you can't
have any.

You're right.That was a bad idea.

Oh, I've got a better one.

Jack.

You definitely
can't come in.

I understand.Big day tomorrow.

No. Graham's here.

Ah. Graham.

No, Jack.

What are you--

Hello, darling.Hello.

Isn't that the new SL?What?

The, uh-- The car
you just came back in.
Beautiful.

I didn't notice,to be honest, Graham.

Was it manual or automatic?

I really don't know.

See, maybe it was
tiptronic.

Graham, don't you wantto know whodrove me home?

Sorry, darling.
Of course. Who was it?

Jack Sullivan.Really?

Lucky bugger.
Wish I had a car like that.

Do you want meto stay tonight?

Mr. Bunny needs a "huggle."

Look, because I've got
such an important
case tomorrow,

do you mind
if you don't?

No, of course not,darling.

We've got the restof our lives together.

Hmm.

Hi.

Hi.What are youdoing here?

I enjoyed last night.

Yeah, it was good.

This place is amazing.You are not serious.

This is a law court?I was going to tell you
last night,

but I thought it might
spoil the evening.You are completely unbelievable.

Hey, last night was pleasure.Today's business. Don't makea big thing out of it.

I will make a big thingout of it.Excuse me.

The vampire's come
out of her coffin.

Hey, it's better than
living under a stone.

Mirella, I--Nice to see that you've
found some young men...

of your own age
to play with, Mirella.

Why have you shown up
with a girl guide?
What is--

At least she has class,

something that no amount
of my father's money
could possibly buy you.

Maybe not, but it's gonna
get me a shitload
of other great stuff.

Do you know what
my grandmother
used to say?

She used to say,
"America is made up of
the sweepings of Europe."

Gerald, eat me.

If this--Oh, Mr. Burton--

My lady, despite Mr. Sullivan'susual deploymentof smoke and mirrors,

we submit this case
cannot be dismissed
at this stage.

And furthermore, in lightof our new allegation of fraud,

we would like to ask the courtfor a jury trial.

Well, Mr. Sullivan,

it seems that
your opposing counsel
has your tackle in a vise.

Your Ladyship,
with great respect,

my learned friend is forgettingthis case is set downin the Chancery Division,

and therefore she cannotpossibly have a jury trial.

On the contrary, my learnedfriend must be...

forgetting Order 4, Rule 3,Subsection 1,

which states the courtcan transfer us tothe Queen's Bench Division...

to allow a jury trial.

In a vise
and squeezing hard,
eh, Mr. Sullivan?

I'm afraid she's correct.

I hereby rule thatthe trial by jury be arranged.

And may the best man win.

Well done.
I'm very impressed,
Miss Beckenham.

Well, don't start
celebrating just yet.

Perhaps not, but it will
certainly wipe the smile...

off that collagen-enhanced
mouth of hers, won't it?

Please.

Is it just me, or did we
just screw up big time?

Right now, Mirella,I want youto go out there...

and tell the whole worldjust how great this is.

Think you can do that?No problem.

Miss Beckenham.Miss Beckenham.

Any commenton today's judgment?

Well, just that Mr. Burton
now has the chance
for 12 ordinary people...

to decide this case,
and that's great news
for us.

Thank you.This way, please.

How are you doing, Mirella?

Are you angryat Gerald Burton?

I don't have any comment.

Leave it to my lawyers
and my barrister.

Mr. Sullivan, isn't thisa setback for you?

Not at all. Why don't I
let my client speak
on behalf of us all?

Listen. I was raised
in a democracy.

Let the people decide,
I say.

I can't wait to tell
the whole world
how special our love was.

Thank you.

Tell her I need
to talk to her later.

This is a fuck-up, Jack!Everything's fine, Tony.

Better be.

What is that
supposed to mean?

It means thatshe's a fast learner.

Tony, she has no idea
what she's doing.

We'll wrap this up
in a day.

Hey, hold it right there.How dare you behave like that.

Me? That's a joke.I'm not talking about that crapyou tried to pull in there.

I'm talking about last nightand the fact youdidn't even tell me...

you were on this case.My mistake.

I can't believe
you did that!

What's the problem? We had anice drink, a pleasant evening,enjoyed each other's company.

What's the problem?You lied to me.How about that for a start?

I didn't lie to you.
I merely withheld
unimportant information.

A crime can be committedby act and omission.-

I don't understand
why you're so upset.

It's not like last night
was the start of something.

No, of course not.'Cause if it was,I'd feel differently.

But we're just adultswho felt a spark,acted on it,

enjoyed the moment.Yes, of course, but--

No, it wasn't like that.
You're twisting it.

Wasn't it?No.

I mean, yes, but--

No further questions,I think.

I would have
tried a hook shot
over a deep square leg...

in spite of the possibilityof a top edge to second slip.

What about you?

Something like that.

So I talked to our clientthis morning.

Mm-hmm?She's anxiousto see you in action.

Give it a rest, Tony.

I'm sorry, but I justdon't get it. Why haven'tyou done the business?

She's my client.So? It's neverstopped you before.

Well, I just don't want
to complicate this case,
all right?

Yeah, but why?What's so specialabout this one?

That's my business.And mine.I'm instructing you.

If you want to go
to the other counsel,
that's up to you.

It's okay.No need to get touchy. So near. So near.

Well, look who it isn't.

Who? Over thereby the sight screen.

Your opposing counsel.What's her name?That's it. You're nearly--

Kate.
That's it.

Oh, well done,
sweetheart.

Kate?

I better get ready.

Kate.

Can I ask you a question?Yes, of course.

What do you think
of Graham?

Oh. Well, nothing.He's your fiancé.

No, I mean, what do you
think of me marrying Graham?

Oh. Um, uh, hold on.

Good luck, darling!

I think it's great.He'll make a wonderful father.

Oh, just a sec.Straight back, Robin!

Oh!

I shouldn't havesaid that, should I?

No, no. I'm glad you did.
You're right.
He will make a good dad.

Um, excuse me!Yoo-hoo!

Yes, you. I'm sorry.My husband wasn'treally out then.

I distracted him,so if we could just start again.

Robin, get back in there!

Oh. I'm sorry.
You were saying?

Oh, nothing.

- Isn't that--
- Jack.

Jack.

Oh--

So, the judge says to me,

"So, Mr. Hampton,how do you proposeto get around...

Section 42, Subsection 5?"

And do you knowwhat I said?I have no idea.

What do you think of that?

That's unbelievable.

Excuse me.
Wait a minute.

Wait. You haven't heard
my estoppel story.

Hmm.

See anything you like?

Very little actually.

Enjoy the game?

I'd better go.You really wantto go out there...

and toodle-oofor the rest of the nightwith strange little men?

Don't.

Why not?

Because we're in courtagainst one another tomorrow.

Why let that
get in the way?

You're a professional.
I'm a professional.

We're professionals.That's right,

and professionals don't
let their feelings get
in the way of the job.

You're absolutely sureabout that?Trust me. I'm a lawyer.

Kate?

Kate? Are you in here?

Yes!

Are you all right?
What are you doing here?

I just spilled some wineon my skirt, and I wastrying to wipe it off.

Oh!

You're looking very flushed.
I hope you haven't had
too much sun.

No. No, I was just--Are you all right?Are you okay?

No, I'm having
a terrible afternoon
actually.

Some twerp just tried
to corner me with some
estoppel story,

and Robin's pissed,
so I'm leaving.

Do you still
want a lift?

Yes, that would be great.

After you.

After you.
You're pregnant.

Oh, yes.

You know that barristeryou slept with last week?

Yeah, sure. Uh, Edward.

No. Jack.

Jack.

Short, stocky,hair-on-his-bum Jack?

No, he was actually--
he was tall, dark,
sort of good looking.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.Why?

Well, um, I just wondered
what, um, he--What?

Um--

Well, you know
what I mean.No, no, no. Sorry.

What was he like to--

To shag?

Yes.Yeah. I mean,I can't remember.

It's not like I had the mostgigantic, spine-slammingorgasm with him.

They say that's--

Which one of you
is the bride?

Oh. That would be me.Hi.

Hi. Yes, well, that is
something of a relief.

Perhaps you could
come and find me
when the groom arrives.

Certainly.

I thought theyliked sinners.What?

Can you remember
anything?

Not really.

I think he smelled nice.

You are so annoying
sometimes!

What?

Sorry I'm late, darling.
Traffic was terrible.

Have you been
drinking?

No.

Look, Jack. I mean,
the facts are still
the same, aren't they?

Yes, but a jurylooks at themdifferently.

And they'll lookat you differently too.

What you're saying
is they'll see some
scummy American...

out to rip off their
fellow countryman
of his birthright.

I think that'sabout right.

Great.Look--

The courts are like theater.Oh, you're telling me.

It costs a fortune,
and the seating's crap.

No, Mirella, I'm serious.If you look the part, the jurywill be more sympathetic to you.

If you come in dressedlike that, you're gonnamake my job a lot harder.

Okay, okay.
I'll be discreet.

You know, this may
sound self-serving.

I'm just gonna say it
anyway.

I did love my husband.

Thank you, Jack.

Did I by any chance
just witness a breach
of professional conduct?

Sorry?Are you sleeping with
your client, Jack?

What do you care?
I thought you were
getting married.

Well, yes, I am.

I am. I'm getting married
to the most beautiful,

sensitive, caring man.

Then why are you so upset
about Mirella?

No, I'm not upset.
It's professionalism.

Let's face it.You can't stand the fact...

that she is a beautiful womanthat men find unbelievablyattractive.

Please.Coupled with the factthat she's about to walk off...

with 15 million pounds.

Beautiful and rich--enough to driveanyone crazy.

I can promise you that
that-that...

tartis not going to
walk off with a penny
of my client's money.

Come on, Kate.You don't really thinkyou can beat me, do you?

Just watch me.

Now at midnight 48,
the shipping forecast...

issued by
the Meteorological Office
at 23:58.

Rockall, Malin, Hebrides,
storm force 6,

building 7,

expected soon.

Surprise!

I brought a little
something for you.

What is it?It's a Gonk.

I had one
for my A-levels.
A sort of lucky charm.

Oh, but you failedall your A-levels,darling.

Yes, I know.

But it was
a great comfort.You're so sweet.

Listen, how do I look?

Not too, you know--Sexy?

There's... something
different about you.Really?

All rise.That's me.
I've got to go.

Let's have the jury.

Members of the jury,

the case you are about to hearmay shock and disturb you.

And of course,sexual intercoursewith beasts of burden...

is, thank goodness,

relatively uncommonin this day and age.

Please forgive me.

That is my case in Wales
next week.

Happily, our case today...

is altogethermore civilized.

Now let me just remind youthat it is your duty...

to listen carefully,decide honestly...

and drink moderately.

It works for me,and I am the judge.

If it please the court--

Excuse me, my lord.My learned friend appearsto have dropped something.

I'm much obliged.

Members of the jury,

this is a storyas old as they come.

A rich old manin his declining years...

falls victim to a ruthlessand cynical gold digger.

She persuades this old man--my client's father--to rewrite his will.

She persuades himby the simplest...

but most effective formof deceits--

that of the heart.

And by doing this,she deprives my clientof his birthright.

Lands and properties that havebeen carefully nurturedby his forefathers...

have been snatched away from himby this young woman.

In short, she has stolen
everything he has.

Members of the jury,
he wants it back.

Mr. Sullivan.

Love. Hello.

I'd like to talkabout falling in love.

Because, you see, that's whatthis case is really all about--

two people who fell in love.

Now, it's saddeningif his son feels aggrieved,

and we can all understand that.

But that doesn't entitle himto overrule his father'swishes...

merely becausethey don't benefit him.

The law is quite clear.

A person may leave his propertyto whomever he chooses,

and Mr. Burtonchose to leave his...

to the woman that he lovedwith all his heart.

I was bringing the horses backfrom their afternoon exercise,

and as I was passing
the riding school,
I heard them.

"Them" being the defendantand your late father.

That's right.

And what were they doingin the riding school?

They seemed
to be struggling.

And what was
Mrs. Burton doing?

She was pleading with him--
telling him how much
she loved him,

that she adored him...

and that he promised her
he'd do it.

And did your father sayanything in response to this?

He was saying
that he couldn't do it,

that it was wrong and that
she shouldn't make him.

And what do you think
this was all about?

Well, it's obvious.
It was about the will.

I mean, three days later,
he drew up that
ridiculous document.

Objection, my lord.

I've let Mr. Burton go on,but this is quite ridiculous.

I'm instructed by my clientMr. Burton's testimony...

is a total distortionof what actually occurredin the riding school.

If Mr. Burton heard anything,it was the sounds...

of my client and her husbandmaking extremely loudand passionate love.

Counsel is being
facetious now, my lord.

Furthermore, I'm instructedMr. Burton would havebeen totally unable...

to hear anythingfrom where he was standing.

My lord, Mr. Burton
has lived in this house
his entire life.

He knows what he heard.

In that case, we requesta visit to the farmat the earliest opportunity.

Yes. Perhaps
it would be best...

if we visit the location.

First thing
tomorrow morning.

Members of the jury,we will leave at 9:00 sharp.

And you would be well advisedto bring a packed lunch.

In my judgment, sandwichesand a thermos of coffeewould be sufficient.

Or again, thinkingabout it overnight...

and consideringall the issues,

some of you may wishto bring a chocolate biscuit.

It is for you
and you alone to decide.

Now perhaps if you'd like
to continue, Miss Beckenham.

Oh, no!

No. No, um--

I believe that is
a matter for counsel.

I'm so sorry, my lord.My waters have broken.

Where's Robin?He's on his way.

Ow!

I need Robin.If anything goes wrongand Robin's not here,

- I'll take it out on you.
- That's okay.

You'll never forgive me.Yes, of course I will.

- I'll say terrible,
horrible things about you.
- That's all right.

About your laughable
sex life with Graham.

About your obsession
with Jack...

and your squalid attemptto get off with himin the cricket changing room.

My lord, I'm so sorry
I'm late.

Never mind about that.What's the verdict?

It's a little girl.

This is where Mr. Burtonclaims to have been standing...

when he witnessed
the events in question.

Now the purpose
of this visit...

is to decide which
version you believe--
his or the defendant's.

- This is ridiculous.
- Blame your client.

All right, you two.

"Oh, please,
I'm begging you.
Begging."

"I can't.It's wrong."

Get on with it.

"I love you.
I adore you.

You're everything
to me."

"Stop.Don't make me do it."

Yes, well, that doesn't
sound like bonking
to me.

Therefore, I think
whether you believe
Mrs. Burton...

is a matter of doubt.

Thank you, Miss Beckenham,
Mr. Sullivan.

Dad, what are you doingwith the washing machine?

There comes a time
in every man's life...

when he needs
to put down some roots.

Yeah, yeah.I won't be around
forever, you know.

I know, Dad.And I realizeit's my sacred duty...

to continuethe Sullivan line.

But right now,I'm trying to win a case.

She's beautiful.Who?

Your opposing counsel.

Think so?I do.

And, um, I feel that--

What do you think?

Since when did you
care about my opinion?

Wear the aqua
with the lilac.

It brings out
the contrast.

How are you feeling,
Mr. Burton?

Fine, thank you.What do you think
your chances?

Your father wasa remarkable man, wasn't he?

Yes.

Decorated soldier,successful businessman,

writer, painter,sportsman.

He was accomplished,
certainly."Accomplished"?

I'd say he was a manwho chose to livehis life to the full.

Rubbish!
He was a frail,
confused old man...

whom she made behave
like a fool.

Isn't that part
of being in love?

It's not rational.
It's not sensible.
It's not logical.

That's what makes it love.
If you say so.

I do say so,and I say this.

Love concentrates the mindwonderfully.

It makes you think aboutwhat really matters to youin this life.

That's why your father sat downand hand-wrote a new will.That's not true.

I think it is.

It may not be fair,
but then love doesn't
deal in fairness.

Nor does lust
or stupidity.

Or envy or anger
or greed--

all of which you are
consumed by, Mr. Burton.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Miss Beckenham!

Miss Beckenham.
Any comment?How's it going so far?

Mrs. Burton, are you happy
with today's developments
in court?

Yes, I am.
I'm very happy.

Do you think
you're gonna win?I think so. I hope so.

Smile. A big smile.

♪♪ ♪ Got a self-destructive feelin' ♪

- Ellen?- ♪ Creepin' through my soul

Ellen! ♪ When I'm awake and when I'm dreamin' ♪

Go away. Shoo!

♪ It just won't leave me alone ♪

Ellen! Your pizzais on fire.I don't care!

Go away!

♪♪

Oh, Ellen, what's wrong?

Oh, Ellie!

I'm crying!
Yes, I'm crying!

Ellen, what's wrong?

I've been dumped
by Steve.

Steve. Steve?Who's Steve?

Look, uh--

Let's go to bed.We'll sleep it off.

Hello?

Oh. Oh, Graham. Hi.

Listen, now's
a really bad time.

Yeah. It's Ellen.
I know.

- She's heartbroken.
- Yes, again.

Listen, I'll call you later.
I've gotta get--

Take me, God!
Take me!

I can't live
without him!No! No, you don't!

Not the lone bed
of sorrow.

I know it hurts,but you're lucky.

You're lucky to fall in loveas often as you do.

It's not fair.

You'll meet somebody else.

Probably tomorrow.

I don't want
anybody else!

I want Steve!
I want Steve!

No suffocation!

You don't know what it's liketo love someone so muchit hurts.

Ow! Ow!

I know. I know.

And what shall I tell himif he rings you?

Tell him I've gone out
with Mike.

I'd say Miss Beckenham's
explanations left me
none the wiser.

I'm not surprised,but at least he'sbetter informed.

My lord, my learned friend
seems to believe...

if she asks
the same question
a variety of different ways,

she'll somehow get
the answer she wants.

My lord, my client is entitledto a full explorationof the facts.

Full exploration,
by all means.

Let's not make it
an archaeological dig.

Now, now, Mr. Sullivan.

She must be allowed
to develop her line
in peace.

Humbug.I agree.

Is learned counsel
simply going to ramble on?

No. Do you want one?We've all made love,
even my learned friend.

Thanks.May I remind
my learned counsel...

that my sex life is not
the issue in this case.

Thank God for that.
We'd all die of boredom.

That is so typicalof my learned friend'sentire approach to this case.

If the law is on your side,
you bang the law.

If the facts are on your side,you bang the facts.

If neither is on your side,you bang the table!

And that is whathe has been doingfor the last 10 minutes.

- I protest, my lord!
- Objection!

Now, now, you two.

You're like a couple
of ferrets in a bag.

Jack, look.

Thanks.
Owe you one.

And furthermore,
Mr. Justice Tomlin...

was forced to intervene
during the outburst...

between Mr. Sullivan
and Miss Beckenham.

At one point,
the judge remarked...

that the case was becoming
more like a spat
between two lovers...

than a reasoned argument
between professionals.

Both counsel vigorously
denied this to be the case,

each accusing the other
of starting it.

At this point,

Mr. Justice Tomlin turned to the jury...

and said, "Here we go again."

And there was
general laughter.

The case continues
tomorrow.

This is Nicola Kent outside the Royal Courts of Justice.

Mrs. Burton,

you say that you were
completely in love
with your late husband.

I still am.

Would you like to tell us
what that feels like?Feels like?

Yes. What does it feel like
for a 21-year-old girl...

to fall head-over-heels
in love with a man...

perhaps older
than her grandfather?

Age has nothing
to do with it.

It's something
that just happens.

Could you please
address your answers
to the court...

and stop playing
to the gallery?

Oh, so sorry,
my lady.

My learned friend.

Okay. You all want to know?
Fine. Fine, I'll tell you.

It's a feeling of--
of happiness.

It doesn't go away--

the knowledge that
you'll be waking up
next to this person...

for the rest of your life.

But you knew that youwouldn't be waking upnext to this person...

for the rest of your lifebecause he was nearingthe end of his life.

Mirella, perhaps
you could tell us...

what truly motivated
your love for Mr. Burton.

Objection, my lord.

Objection sustained.

Did your world explode
every time he walked
into the room?

Yes.

Did your skin tingleand your pulse racewhenever he touched you?

Yes.

And when he kissed you,did you feel transportedto another place,

a higher consciousness?

Oh, I did.

Really? Becausefrom where I'm standing,

all I can seeis a doddery old man...

pathetically tryingto cling onto the lastvestiges of his powers.

Oh, you're very cruel.

No. You'revery cruel.

You fooled an old maninto believing thatyou cared for him,

that you loved him.

You took the mostwonderful emotiona human being can feel...

and you twisted it.

You perverted itfor your own avaricious ends.

No. I did love him,
and he loved me too.

Oh, Mrs. Burton.There's not a shred of evidenceto prove that this old man...

felt anything other thanconfusion, delusion and fear.

That is a lie!

You're trying to make somethingthat was precious...

and special and wonderful...

seem mean and cheap
and cynical.

Those are your words,not mine.

Oh! It's so typical.
You're so typically
English, aren't you?

You twist my words
and emotions around.

You're too cold at heart
to actually experience
them.

That's not only a supposition,it's also irrelevant.

You can just
kiss my ass!

It's all right, Kate.

I'll not have this behavior
in my court!Mrs. Burton.

Mrs. Burton,
you are in contempt!

This isn't a court!It's a lynching!

A lynching!Security!

Mrs. Burton!

I've seen animals
treated better than this!

I loved my husband!

My husband-- I loved him!

- I loved him
with all my heart!
- Order in the court!

Miss Beckenham!Miss Beckenham!Any comment?

Um, I think my client
feels that the jury has
seen through Mrs. Burton,

and no amount of tears
will wash that away.

Can we expect
a verdict tomorrow?

Yes, I hope the jury
will decide tomorrow.

Kate, would you come
round to the house
this evening?

We need to talk.
Yeah?

Okay.Thanks.

Oops.

Hello.

Oh. Hi, Graham.

Listen, now's
a really bad time.

Yes, again.
I'm sorry.

Yeah, o-okay.
I'll see you there later.

Bye.

Here, Kate.Hello.

Come in, come in.Right.

It's not much,but it's home.Mmm.

Whiskey?Please. Thanks.

What's all this stuff?

Contentsof my father's office.

It's all I was ableto grab...

before she had the locks changedand threw me out of the house.

Is this you and him?

Yes.

"Fishing in Scotland."I was 10.

I see.

So you wanted to keep some
of his personal things--
family memories.

Don't be ridiculous, Kate.

I thought Daddy might havedone the decent thing...

and left some moneylying around--

bank books, safety-deposit keys,that kind of thing.

No such luck.I don't want anyof this stupid junk.

Make yourself at home.

Ice?

Yes. Thank you.

Here we are.Gosh.

So, Gerald, um,
I don't quite
understand.

These are some
of your father's
most precious keepsakes--

pictures, memories.

Why don't you want
any of them?

Kate, I know you're notthe sentimental type.That's why I hired you.

My father was a stupid,tightfisted old miser...

whom I loathedwith a vengeance.

Nothing will give megreater pleasure...

than to see his scrapsgo up in smoke.

Cheers.

Mm. Um--

Just a minute.

♪♪ ♪ You're just too good to be true ♪

♪ Can't take my eyes off of you ♪

What was it you wanted
to talk to me about,
Gerald?

Did I say "talk"?

Yes.

Well, I meant "celebrate." ♪ I want to hold you so much ♪

♪♪ Oh.

You were magnificenttoday.Thank you.

Demolishedthe little slut.

And I have to sayI found your performanceextremely stimulating.

Uh--And seeing you
up there--

so firm, so in control,so... wiggy--

"Wiggy"?Mmm.

You know. I mean,your gown and everything.

So strict, so cool.

Fifteen million poundsis an awful lot of moneyto spend all by oneself.

Mr. Burton--Mmm. "Gerald."

Gerald, I am your
professional adviser,
your counsel.

Mmm, I love
the sound of that.

Yeah.

Mm.Mmm.

Could I have
a top-up?

Indeed.

I can't wait to workon your briefs.

We're two of a kind--you and I, Kate.

We see what we want,and we take it.

Kate.

♪♪ Hello, darling.

I'm so sorry I'm late.

Listen, I really can't
stay for very long.

No, I don't supposeyou can.

So, don't keep me
in suspense.
What is it?

I don't think we shouldget married, Kate.

What?I'm sorry.

I think it's a really bad idea,and I'm calling it off.

Well, did you have
to do that tonight?

Do you know,
now is a--Really bad time?

Yes.Yes, I know.

This isn't like you.How would you know?

What's that
supposed to mean?

If we got married,we'd end up rubbing along.

Isn't that the phrase?

Face it, Kate.You... don't love me.

That's not true.

All right, you love me,but...

you're not inlovewith me, are you?

Oh, God. I--

I don't know, Graham.Well, I do.

I'm not the personyou need.

I've been watching youfor the last few days.

And you were great--so full of fire.

And I'm afraid that,if we got married, I'd--

I'd slowly put that out,and, um,

you'd end uphating me for it.

No, I wouldn't.
I could never hate you.

We both know whoyou need to be with.

What are you doing?

Good-bye, Kate.

Graham.

♪♪

Oh, no!

No, no, no.

Oh, bugger!

Bugger, bugger,
bugger, bugger.

Ellen!

Let me in!
I forgot my key!

♪♪ ♪ ...lonely days

♪ Cry, cry, cry

Ellen! Ellen!

Please let me in!

♪ Cry myself dry Ellen!

♪ Cry, cry, cry

♪ Cry, cry, cry ♪

What the--

Please help me.

I miss him, you know?

Every day.

You lawyers
are all the same.

You wouldn't know
what love is.

Are you gonna come in,
or are you planning...

on spending the rest
of the night in there?

You do realizethat your scaffolding...

is in breach of the 1957Building Act, as amended.

What's going on, Kate?You tell me.

It wasn't what you think.
My client was very upset.

I don't even care anymore.

I'm actually hereabout Graham.

Oh, your fiancé, Graham.

The only man to
throw up in the font
at the Temple church.

That Graham.

He doesn't thinkwe should get married.

He's finished with me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

He's got this stupid ideathat there's somethingbetween us.

♪♪ Well, what did
you tell him?

Well, I told himhe was wrong.

Why did you do that?

Because he is wrong.There's nothing between us.

You're not in love with me,and I'm not in love with you.

Of course not.

We're totally different.Absolutely.

Completely unsuited.I couldn't agree more.

No!

Don't come near me.

Don't touch me.

Come on, Kate.You don't mean that.

Oh, yes, I do.
I mean every word
of it.

I have hada night from hell,

and I'm not about to finish itby making the worst mistakeof my life.

Now give me my clothes,and I will leave.

Where are my clothes?

Call me a new man.
Put them in the machine
for you.

So what am I supposedto do now?

Well, don't ask me.
You're the one
with all the answers.

Just... try and keep
the noise down.

I've got a case to win
in the morning.

♪ Take the ribbon from my hair ♪

♪ Shake it loose and let it fall ♪

♪ Lay it soft against your skin ♪

♪ Like the shadows on the wall ♪

♪ Come and lay down by my side ♪

Jack.

Are you asleep?

♪ Till the early morning light ♪

The washing machine
won't stop.

♪ All I'm taking is your time ♪

♪ Help me make it through the night ♪

♪ I don't care what's right or wrong ♪

♪ And I won't try to understand ♪

♪ Let the devil take tomorrow ♪

♪ For tonight, I need

♪ A friend

♪ Yesterday is dead and gone ♪

♪ And tomorrow's out of sight ♪

♪ It's so sad to be alone ♪

♪ Help me make it through the night ♪

♪♪

Oh! Bloody hell, Jack!

Was that a man?

Shit. Shit!

Shush!

Why are you dressedas a man?

See you later, Dad.Uh, just a sec.

What? I'm in a hurry.Really?

Anything wrong?No, I don't
think so.

I see.

Anything you want
to tell me?

Well, since you ask.

Last night, I slept
with someone...

that maybe
I shouldn't have.

Oh, God.

We didn't... doanything,you know.

- Thank God.
- We just...
held each other.

All night.

It seemed enough,
you know?

It felt... right.

It did?Yeah.

Hope it doesn't
stay that way
for long, eh, Dad?

Jack!

Jack! You're
still my son,

and I love you!

Mr. Sullivan!Mr. Sullivan!

Kate. Kate, what is it?Is everything all right?Everything's absolutely fine.

I just thought you'd
like to be here to see
justice carried out.

Oh, you bet.
Gerald's convinced
you've already won.

I'm afraid Gerald
is a sleazy, slimy,
randy idiot.

Oh, God. Really?He sounds just my type.

You two
wait in there.

Hi.Hi.

I, uh-- I have
a small confession
to make.

What?

Well, last night,
in bed,

I wasn't really
asleep.

I know.

Really?

Really.Really.

Now if you'll excuse me, Ihave a case to win.

Kate!

Sorry. The traffic
was appalling.

Was there a problemlast night?

No, no, no.
Not at all.

I appreciated you
being so candid
with me.

Oh, really?Yes.

In that case, I look forwardto being extremely candidwith you later.

Tell me you've
got a plan.

Not this time,
Tony.

What the hell's wrong
with you, Jack?

What can I say?
Gotta lose sometime.

All rise.

Members of the jury,

I'm sure my learned friendwill tell youhow strange love is,

how it plays to no rules
and obeys no laws...

and how it can happen to anyone,however unsuited they are.

And I accept that thisis a wonderful idea.

It's a romantic idea.

But that's just the problem,
because that's all it is--

an idea, a sentiment,
a fantasy.

It's not real.

So let us deal
with the real world.

My client respected
and loved his father.

We say what has happened
is wrong.

We say that,
in the real world,

we must not
reward fraudsters
like Mrs. Burton...

who use cheap words
and perfunctory sex...

to confuse and beguile
a vulnerable old man.

We say deliver justiceto Mr. Burton...

and give him his due.

Members of the jury,

I know I can trust you
to be realistic
with your judgment.

Thank you.

Mr. Sullivan.

My lord, I'd like
to read some letters
out to the court.

My lord, I protest.
What letters?

Yes, Mr. Sullivan.

Perhaps you'd care
to enlighten us.

They are love letters
from the late Mr. Burton
to his wife.

I'm sorry, but
my learned friend cannot
start introducing...

new pieces of evidence
at this late stage.

- Well, Mr. Sullivan?
- I would crave
the court's indulgence.

These letters only
came to my attention
this morning.

Surely the court is not
going to believe that.

My lord, my learned friend
has made great play
of the fact...

that there is no evidenceto prove that my clientand her husband were in love.

Now that I have this evidence,she seeks to exclude it...

on technicaland procedural grounds.

Either she's interested
in justice or she's not.

Which is it?

Very well. I will allow
these letters.

You've got to do something.

I can't, Gerald.
I'm sorry.

There's a legal maxim
involved.

Members of the jury,

I'd like to startwith a note thataccompanies the letters.

"I know that my life changed
the day I met you...

and that yours will changewhen I have gone." ...have gone.

Rest on the branch of my family tree.

Enjoy the golden leaves of the autumn of my life.

The girl who kept me warm in my final winter.

Humor her, my loving wife...

"who all the painwill fall to...

when I am dead and gone."

I pray to God that he gives you the strength to carry on.

Excuse me.
Do you mind?

As you can see behind me,

scenes of chaosand jubilation...

as the jury
returned a verdict
in favor of Mrs. Burton...

in a record 27 minutes.

How do you feel?

- I knew our love would win.
- I knew it. Love or money?

I am so happy today...

and so proud of my counsel,
Mr. Sullivan,

and so sad that
my dear husband
is not here.

Maybe later, gentlemen.
We'd better get on.

Thank you.

You really had me goingfor a while back there.

Tony, I swear
I didn't know.

Yeah, right.Don't give me that.

I should've knownyou'd never lose this one.

Hey, Jack.

You're the best!

I'll call you.

Are you all right?I'm fine, yeah.

How are you?Look, um--

This is gonna soundreally strange.

But how would you feelif I asked Grahamout for a drink?

What?

Well, he told meabout you two.Did he?

And I told himabout me and Steve,and he was so sweet.

You know I need a little bitof stability in my life.

Graham's someoneI could rely on.

Yeah, right.

This "hot, dirty sex" thingcan get a bit boring,you know.

That's, uh, not sayingyou shouldn't try itwith, uh, him over there.

Hi, boys.

Hold itright there.

I can't believeyou just did that.Did what?

Gave me those letters,let me win the case.

Why would I do something
completely unprofessional
like that?

Because you believein love.What?

That's why you lost the case.You are a romantic.

I did not
lose the case.

What are you talking about?Of course you did.No, no, no, no.

I allowed you to win.
I gave you the crucial
piece of evidence.

Without that,
you had nothing.Wait a minute.

I didn't need those letters.The jury were behind meall the way.

Oh, come on.
Your case was pathetic
from start to finish.

Besides,
I won morally.

Whatever.The point is that youhave fallen in love with me.

I ensured that justice
was done.

And I have fallenin love with you.If you think I lost--

What did you
just say?

♪♪

Great bat,Robin darling!

♪ First we gain then we lose control ♪

♪ For a little while we reach the mountaintop ♪

♪ Then we stumble and stop

♪ How many people let the ceilings and the walls cave in? ♪

♪ A house they built and the love within ♪

♪ I still feel you burnin' inside of me ♪

♪ We both know

♪ It cannot be denied

♪ We just can't walk away from love like this ♪

♪ Can't turn your back and act like it don't exist ♪

♪ It'll come sneaking up on you when you least expect ♪

♪ A love like this deserves a little more respect ♪

♪ We just can't walk away from love like this ♪

♪ Try to imagine the sky without the sun ♪

♪ A barren land where no rivers run ♪

♪♪

Members of the jury.

The case you are about to hearmay shock and disturb you.

♪ We just can't walk away from love like this ♪

♪ Can't turn your back and act like it don't exist ♪

♪ It'll come sneaking up on you when you least expect ♪

♪ A love like this deserves a little more respect ♪

♪ We just can't walk away

♪ Just can't walk away from a love like this ♪

♪ Oh, no

♪ You and me we're natural lovers ♪

♪ Might say go in your mind

♪ But you know in your heart

♪ Try to imagine the sky without the sun ♪

♪ A barren land where no rivers run ♪

♪ Well, that's where we will be ♪

♪ If we're too blind to see

♪ You and me we're natural lovers ♪

♪ Might say go in your mind

♪ But you know in your heart

♪ We just can't walk away
from love like this ♪

♪ Don't walk away ♪ Can't turn your back and act like it don't exist ♪

♪ It'll come sneaking up
on you ♪

♪ When you least expect

♪ A love like this deserves a little more respect ♪

♪ We just can't walk away
from a love like this ♪ ♪ Can't walk away

♪ Can't turn your back and act like it don't exist ♪

♪ You know it's gonna find you wherever you are ♪

♪ Might say go in your mind but you know in your heart ♪

♪ We just can't walk away from a love like this ♪

♪ Can't turn your back and act like it don't exist ♪

♪ Come sneaking up on you when you least expect ♪♪