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For more on Rick, I refer you to Hilton and Yohana, Chapter 7.

And now, we plunge into the exciting world of... Tort.

What precisely is a tort, one may ask? And where does it fit in? In a grand

scheme of American jurisprudence.

The tort is sadly misunderstood.

Lawyers and laymen...

If you're bored, why don't you go down the hall and stream?

I've worked 16 hours in a day job already, okay?

Okay. Now, can anyone here define tort?

Torts? We're on torts already?

Yes. Mr.

You, the one sitting next to the guy who sleeps.

Tort. A wrongful act not including a breach of contract or trust which

in injury to another person's property.

reputation or the like, and for which the injured party is entitled to

compensation from the Latin tortum, wrong, injustice, and tortoise -twisted,

crooked, dubious.

Wow. That was good.

That's a good tort. Show off.

Baskin!

Who are you?

Oh, my God, he has amnesia.

I couldn't remember your name before this happened.

I'm Agnes Benedetto. I'm in labor.

Shouldn't you be in the hospital?

No, no, no, the labor law department. We both work at Canfield Carstairs and

Manors.

I don't get into labor much.

You all right?

Well, uh, everything feels like it's in the right place.

We better get to the hospital just to make sure.

Crazy driver. Probably some high school kid blasted on brew.

That was no accident.

How would you know?

The daytime job?

I'm a homicide cop.

Looked at me like he deliberately tried to run you down. Oh, my God!

I'm ready to go to the hospital.

Now I have a possible concussion.

Reflexes normal.

Vital signs normal.

Blood pressure's normal.

I'd say except for a few cuts and abrasions, no harm done, Mr. Baskin.

Mr. Baskin, you have any idea who might have made the attempt on your life?

Why would anybody want to kill me? I'm a Capricorn.

What does that have to do with anything?

Capricorn. The goat.

Plotting. Cautious. We're too dull to make any enemies.

Well, somebody tried to run you down.

Lieutenant. I'm a tax attorney.

My best friend is my calculator.

The last time I was even in court was to pay a traffic ticket.

Well, have it your way.

Mr. Baskin, may I ask you a personal question?

He's my father.

Who?

The guy who does the commercials for those big and tall shops, Murray Baskin,

owns them.

When he's not filming, he's my father.

Oh, I see. No, I mean, my son was taking a night course with me. I wondered how

he was doing.

Dad. It's a parent -teacher conference.

Well, I can honestly say your son could get through my

class in his sleep.

Well, take care of yourself, Mr. Baskin.

Thank you.

And you thought you were failing, Counselor.

Oh, my God, are you okay?

You?

You were driving that car?

Yes, I waited to see if you were okay.

What is it? My knee. Here, let me help you. No, no, no, stay away from me. Oh,

this is the thanks I get. You know, I could have been home by now soaking in a

hot tub studying.

Well, I don't want to come between you and your torts. Oh, okay, look, let me

help you. No, no, no, wait, sooner crawl, thank you.

Fine, have it your way.

But my landlord says, no, he needs to place for his sleazebag son, and I'm

So that's when I knew I had to follow my destiny.

And then Frankie and I, we loaded up the car and honeymooned on the turnpike.

Well, it wasn't really a honeymoon, because we weren't actually married, but

felt like a honeymoon, you know?

And then Mike and I, we found this cute... Oh, who was Mike? What happened

Frankie? Oh, that lowlife who left me in Des Moines took the car and all the

money I saved waitressing.

So after Frankie left, I had to hitchhike the rest of the way.

Mike picked me up in Albuquerque, and when we reached L .A., we decided to

in together.

Only I threw him out because I caught him fooling around with some topless

dancer in Englewood. And me, a perfect 36C.

That's when I got the job at Canfield Car Stairs, worked my way up to a

paralegal. Right here, right over, pull over right here.

You live here?

That's what the lease says.

How does an associate afford a place like this?

I never traveled the turnpike with Frankie.

Here, let me help you. No, no, no, that's okay. You've helped enough.

me, I don't know if I'll ever recover from all of your help.

Don't forget to ice that knee so it doesn't swell up.

Thanks, I'll do that.

Thank you.

Thanks for coming over, Lieutenant.

So think you're too dull to have enemies?

Cage still on the dresser?

TV in the bedroom?

This isn't a routine B &E.

Have any idea what they were after?

I don't have anything valuable enough for this.

Well, somebody thinks you do.

This couldn't have anything to do with what happened in the parking lot, could

it? Tell me about your life, Arnold.

That's an easy one.

I don't have one.

Outside the law firm, that is.

Let's see. I don't really date.

I don't have any friends to speak of.

And I spend most of my time trying to establish some kind of relationship with

my father.

It's Murray, the guy at the big and tall shops.

How am I going to explain this to him? He paid for most of this.

Well, tell him you're redecorating.

Arnold, if you want to talk, give me your call.

That's it?

Give me a call like let's do lunch?

Look, officially, I'm not even supposed to be here.

I'm robbery homicide. This is a burglary.

And you're not dead.

Well, somebody tried to run me down.

It's tough to prove without a suspect and a motive.

Look, Arnold, I'll turn this over to burglary. What are you getting in my

You know what I'm getting in your class, a D.

Try an F.

An F?

How'd you like an A?

I'll think about it.

And you put on your thinking cap.

Somewhere out there, someone who really doesn't like you.

Morning. Morning.

How's the Morton proposal coming?

I'm working on it.

Canfield expects it by four.

You think you're going to make it?

You're all the incentive I need, Tyler.

You look terrible.

Late night.

Big date.

Hi. I hope you got some sleep after I left last night.

Whoa.

Still waters, eh, Baskin?

You. On the other hand, a raging torrent.

And you are all sewage.

You're in earlier than usual this morning.

Stay away from me.

Oh, morning, Mr. B. Morning, Kenny.

Here's that file you requisitioned.

United States versus Orlinsky, Dan. I didn't order this!

Have some coffee. It'll wake you up.

No, no, no, thank you. I don't drink coffee. No, no, no!

I'm sorry.

Maintain the distance.

You're worse than the bar exam.

Keep paint, Mr. Maldon. Keep paint.

Is he in?

He can't be disturbed now. He's prepared for surgery.

Oh, guys, look. Oh, what a shot.

What a shot.

All right. What's that?

Three, two. Three, two. Okay.

Ah. Oh, hey. Oh, nice shot off the head. Three -pointer.

I tried to stop him. It's all right, Dolores. What can I do for you, Norman?

You treated a patient last night at... 1122.

Yeah, what about him?

Exactly. Nurse Grimaldi here neglected to get his hospital insurance

information. Three people came in right behind him. A gunshot, a possible heart

attack, and a severed finger. It was a madhouse.

And the inmates are running the asylum.

Do you have any idea what it costs to treat this phantom patient? We have no

to bill for it.

His name is Arnold Baskin. It might as well be Arnold Schwarzenegger for all

good it does. I need a copy of his insurance card.

Steve knows where to reach him. I'll call him right after surgery, all right?

Look, Norman, don't worry, all right?

We'll track this guy down.

And if he has any children, then we'll, you know, we'll take the first -born

hostage until this guy gives us his car. How's that?

You might find this amusing, Dr. Stewart, but this is just the kind of

procedure that raises costs and lowers inventory.

Try laughing when you reach for a bandage, and it's not there.

You know, Norman, you're very attractive when you're aroused, you know that?

Well, so much for relaxation.

Don't worry about it. I'll call Steve. I'll get this guy's card personally.

Okay.

What is it? 3 -2? 3 -2. Okay.

All right. Come on.

I'm making my last run of the day, Mr. Baskin. Are you finished with the Angelo

file? In the basket, Kenny.

It's not in there.

Well, I put it in there this morning.

That's an active case.

You know that.

You lose that, you're talking early retirement.

I didn't lose it, Kenny.

Right. Well, when you find what you haven't lost, give me a yell.

I didn't lose it.

Right.

They're waiting for you in the conference room. I'm just putting the

touches on the Morton proposal, okay?

Now, Mr.

Baskin. Now, Mr. Baskin.

Are you unhappy here at Canfield Carstairs?

No, Mr. Canfield, not at all.

Do we ask too much of you, Mr. Baskin?

No, sir, Mr. Carstairs.

Then where is the Morton proposal?

Surely this can't be the sum total of your efforts.

Well, sir, sirs, I have all the raw data.

I just haven't had a... chance to put it into proposal form yet.

I was going to do that last night, but I had a little trouble. The bombing of

Pearl Harbor was a little trouble.

This is a major disaster.

You do realize that Harold Morton and his entire retinue flew in from Chicago

hear this proposal.

I hope they had a nice flight.

Damn it, Baskin. Now, Wallace.

I know.

Jeff, I know.

We don't want to ruffle any feathers here.

But he might cost us Morton as a client.

I think we should give Arnold a chance to redeem himself.

Let me finish the Morton proposal. I'll work all night... An assist!

Winthrop and Barrows.

But one more screw -up, you are out. Wallace, Wallace, no need to belabor the

point. I think Arnold is...

sufficiently contrite about his oversight.

What's next on the agenda?

United States versus Orlinsky D 'Angelo.

Anyone not directly involved in this matter is excused.

We're having some difficulty locating one of the files in the case. I'll see

it turned up, sir.

Right.

Tough break, Ace.

The heart really bled for you.

Excuse me.

Miss... Benedetto.

You remember when you were in my office this morning?

Yeah. I don't know what made me so clumsy. No, no, no. Before you affected

ability to have children.

Can you pardon the file he said that I requisitioned?

What file?

The United States versus Orlinsky D 'Angelo.

The one they can't find.

I don't remember any file.

Are you going to nest here, Mr. Baskin?

No.

There's a man asking for you.

What's he want?

Said he hoped your health insurance was paid up.

Tell him I'm not here.

Tell him I'm out. Tell him I went to Sri Lanka.

Arnold Baskin?

Hey, come back here. Hey! Excuse me. Thank you.

Hey! Listen, one way or another, you're going to have to pay, pal.

Really?

Oh, my God!

I'm so sorry. Are you okay?

Jack, I hate to say it, but you are logging more time here as a patient than

a doctor. That girl tripped me, deliberately.

All this for someone's medical insurance?

Well, that's the last time I do Norman a favor.

Why would Arnold Baskin run like that? Surely he has medical coverage.

Doctors, I just came to say goodbye.

Through for the day, Janet? Through, period.

Mr. Briggs put me on indefinite leave without pay.

Said my work was sloppy and inefficient.

Le fair Baskin, as he calls it, was the final straw.

This thing is snowballing all out of proportion. An injured doctor and now a

suspended nurse.

I'm sorry, Dr.

Sloan. I didn't mean to cause all this trouble.

Don't worry about it, Janet. I'll take care of it. Look, why don't we all chip

in, pay this jerkweed's bill, and get back to normal around here? Steve should

have his home address.

Look, I've got a gallbladder in 20 minutes. I'll call him after that.

Come on, Tara.

And here it is again.

Yeah boy.

What are you doing?

Line dancing?

Uh -huh.

The question is, what are you doing here? I followed you from the office.

Oh, my God, those guys.

Hold me. Touch me.

What are you, insane?

They have to look like we're on a date or they'll get suspicious.

We'll get suspicious. Come on! What are you doing?

Trying to blend in so we don't attract attention to ourselves.

You're doing a hell of a job.

Dance, damn it. I don't know how to line dance. Would you like someone to shoot

bullets at your feet?

Ellie, please tell me what the hell's going on. Look, the two guys who just

walked in. What two guys? Don't look.

How am I supposed to see if I don't look? Just take my word for it.

I recognize those in the parking lot.

They were the guys who tried to run down.

Oh, my God.

We gotta get out.

I'm gonna go.

You go buy a drink.

I'll go to the ladies' room.

You follow, and then we'll sneak out the back.

Fine. Okay.

the keys, I'll drive.

Why? You look too polite. I'm ruthless behind the wheel. Give me the keys!

Don't forget to buckle up!

better have something to do with the overthrow of the government.

Figure.

You're getting to be quite a regular around here, Mr. Batson.

I have to get you your own ambulance.

So you used Arnold's authorization code to requisition certain files?

That's why people were trying to kill me.

Why his code and not yours?

No, I'm only a paralegal. I don't have the authority to access high -priority

cases. What exactly was in those files, Miss Benedetto?

Well, my boss, Mr. Allridge, he was killed a few weeks ago, hit and run.

didn't believe it was an accident.

Why not?

Well, before he died, he was nervous.

He was frightened.

He worked late every night, and when I offered to help him, whatever he was

working on, he said it was best if I didn't know.

He was, uh...

He was trying to protect me, you know?

Take your time. Take your time.

Okay.

Well, when I cleaned out his desk, I found a stack of newspaper clippings

in the bottom drawer.

Most of them went back three years, but they were all about people who died

accidentally. One was a hit and run, another burned to death in an apartment

fire, and some poor guy fell off his roof putting up Christmas decorations.

And on each...

Clipping was a case file number.

Now, these were the files you inquisitioned.

Most of the people who died were scheduled to be witnesses in cases being

defended by Canfield Carstairs, but they died before they could testify.

You're suggesting someone at the law firm had them murdered?

Well, they were all prosecution witnesses, and with each death, the

was either weakened or went out the window completely.

You said most of the people who died.

Yes, the, uh...

The last clipping, two days before Mr. Aldrich got run down, someone named

Harriet Lake drowned in her bathtub.

But there was no Harriet Lake in any of his files. In his cases, I checked the

last file tonight.

Orlinsky D 'Angelo.

But the union guys who were charged with looting their pension fund?

Mr. Aldrich was an expert in labor laws. He was advising the firm on their

defense.

See?

Well, if you're a conspiracy buff, this Harriet Lake should have been a witness

in some case.

Otherwise, all it sounds like you've got is a overworked attorney with a morbid

interest in fatal accidents who got careless crossing the street.

What about me? Was I careless in the parking lot?

I'm not saying it's not connected. I just don't have enough string to tie it

together.

These files you copied, where are they?

My car, under the spare tire.

Only left my purse at the bar. The keys are in it. I'll send someone to pick

them up.

Insurance card, please.

I must have dropped my wallet in the parking lot. Remove that bandage. What

nurse? This man was almost killed. Be that as it may, Doctor, Norman Briggs

mandated me to put this emergency room on a pay -as -you -go basis.

So, if you don't pay, you go.

Nurse Brackett, this is called an emergency room because when people come

here, it is an emergency.

I'm chief of internal medicine here, and as long as I am, no one gets turned

away. And if I catch you walking in this room without my permission ever again,

you'll be the one needing medical coverage.

And you can tell the management that what they charge in here for aspirin and

bandages is criminal.

Thanks for the lift.

Well, at least I can do, after everything you've done for me.

Do I detect a note of sarcasm? Oh, it's not a note. It's a whole symphony.

They shot at me, too, you know.

Boy.

They trashed your place worse than mine.

I was in a rush this morning.

Besides, my old man's a carpenter.

Really?

What'd he do?

Saw your broom in half?

He can't afford to lease me a fancy apartment with closets and maid service.

That was a graduation gift.

Imagine what you would have gotten if you hadn't finished bottom third of your

class.

How'd you know where I finished?

Oh, you lead a charmed life at Canfield Carstairs. Any other lowly associate who

screwed up in the Morton proposal the way you did would have been thrown out

his ear, but you got a slap on the wrist. I wanted to know why, so I did

checking.

Surprise, surprise! Your father's a major client. They bill him over a

dollars a year.

Well, it's a thankless job, but someone has to take his money.

And some of us don't get everything handed to us on a silver platter. Some

actually have to earn what we get.

Damn. What?

I left my violin in the other suit.

I don't want to be a lawyer, too. I got accepted in three law schools down here.

Only when Frankie walked up with my money, I had a law school on hold. Oh,

fire, will you?

Look, I'm sorry you hooked up with that bum, but I did not introduce you to him.

Sorry.

I just get, I don't know, frustrated sometimes. You know, like I'm stuck in

neutral. Like I'm never going to get where I want to go.

Well, if it's any consolation, you're my best student.

I am?

Absolutely.

Hell, I don't even know what a tort was.

Look, I'm going to go find a hotel room.

How are you going to pay for it?

See, I knew we should have gone back to that bar and found my wallet. Well, you

could stay here if you want.

Well, how do you know they won't come after you?

I didn't requisition those files.

Good point.

Give me your hand.

Let me ask you something.

Why'd you pick my authorization code?

Did you figure I was too dumb to catch on to what you were doing?

Something like that.

But I never thought anyone would try to kill you.

So, um, about this sleeping thing.

How do you want to handle it?

Well, you see that pile of junk over there?

Yeah. Somewhere underneath all that is a chair.

Of course there is.

Here,

look at this. What?

Well, it looks innocent on the surface.

Unless you know what Agnes found in the pile.

This is a case that Aldrich was working on when he died.

United States versus Orlinsky, D 'Angelo, and Al.

They were business agents for the construction workers local until they

their hands caught in the cookie jar.

Well, maybe Harriet Lake is hiding in this file.

I'll let you know if I find her.

Oh, thanks, Steve.

See ya.

See ya.

You know something? From your description of the two men who attacked

could be construction workers.

You know, maybe Arnold and I should wander down to the union hall and see if

can ID anybody.

Okay, but listen, be careful this time. I don't want either one of you back in

here as patients again.

What about me?

You need a lawyer.

Dr. Sloan, what did you do to Nurse Brackett? She quit.

Good. Good.

She was going to whip that emergency room into physical shape.

Norman, I understand that there is a business side to medicine, but when it

starts to interfere with the medical side of medicine, you've got to draw the

line somewhere.

Look, I promise I'll be more diligent in the future. Right after you reinstate

Nurse Grimaldi.

What? I'm telling you something. She was very, very moved.

No. At your eloquence when you let her go. No, no, no. Really, she can't wait

get back here and prove that she has seen the financial light, so to speak.

can't. It's a great gift you've got, Norman. Somehow you inspire the people

under you. Thank you.

Why don't you give her the good news? Tell her she's back. Go on. I will.

you. Good boy.

Miss Bentley, Mr. Tolliver, how can we help you?

Miss Bentley recently relocated from Baltimore, and as her investment

I thought it might be prudent to retain a West Coast firm to handle her affairs

here. Let's get down to business. How did you hear about us? An old family

friend, Harriet Lake.

Harriet Lake.

I'm not really familiar with that name, Wallace.

Name doesn't ring a bell.

The poor dear is no longer with us.

She drowned in her own bathtub.

We're having a memorial service for her on Thursday.

You care to drop by and say a few words?

How can you talk about somebody you didn't even know?

Well, obviously there's been some miscommunication here. As far as I know,

Harriet Lake has never had any dealings with this firm.

Pity we can't ask her, Christmas.

You know, Kenny is waiting at reception if you'd like to take a tour of our

offices. What a splendid idea.

We can meet here in a half an hour and have lunch.

Have you heard this one?

You know why a vampire will never suck a lawyer's blood?

No, why?

Professional courtesy.

Hey, guys.

You know what the definition of a waste is?

What? A busload of lawyers that goes over a cliff with two empty seats.

I take it you don't want to sit on that bus.

Are you kidding? After watching lawyers for the past five years, the last thing

I want to do is become one.

Oh, you want to grab that file, sir?

Sure. No, sir, I'm going to start my own skydiving school.

Yeah, combine business with pleasure.

Work when I have to, dump when I want to.

I don't want to drop these net boxes at all.

You're very good at delegating, Kenny.

Well, isn't that what a boss does?

Hey, Kenny.

Oh, here you go, Mr. Tyler.

Seen Baskin around?

He hasn't been in all morning, Mr. Tyler.

Carstairs is screaming for the Morton proposal.

His days are numbered.

Can't hide in his daddy's deep pockets anymore.

Who's the happy messenger?

Stuart Tyler.

Hot shot litigator.

Climbed over a lot of bodies to sit at Canfield's right hand. When Mr. Baskin

joined the firm, I think he was scared he was going to get shoved aside.

Yeah.

This shirt is scratching the hell out of me. It's called blending in, a way for

us to look around and not have anybody hassle us.

Oh, by the way, I borrowed these unicorns from my cousin just in case.

Santo Ruggiero?

Right, it was the best I could do on short notice.

All right, what do we find these guys?

Call the cops, they'll arrest them, and maybe they'll roll over and give us

their contact at the law firm.

Assuming they don't kill us first. Hey.

What do you two want?

Uh, looking for work.

Sorry, it's a day of organized labor when they made us take women into the

union.

Santo Ruggiero.

Uh, he's new in the country. He doesn't speak English.

Que cosa?

There's one of them.

I thought he couldn't speak English.

No, it's a few words.

You know what we're going to do? We're going to go grab a bite to eat, and then

we'll check back with you later. Okay, bye -bye.

What's your hurry?

First they're looking for work, now they don't want any.

Well, stick around. We'll dig some work up for you.

You don't mind working underground, do you?

Hey, fellas, look what I found.

A couple of scabs with phony union cards. Okay, wait a minute, wait a

wait a minute. Okay, I'm a lawyer. I'm a lawyer, and she's practically a lawyer.

Then you want to work construction. You're not helping us, Arnold.

Santa Monica or Van Nuys?

Excuse me? I think you can't be a part of the mall in Santa Monica or the new

courthouse in Van Nuys. I don't believe this. I'm a tax attorney, for God's

sake. Tax attorneys will not end up under Bloomingdale's.

You guys are parked illegally?

We were just going to move it.

Well, I'm afraid it's too late. I'm going to have to write you up.

Agnes, look out!

Get him, Agnes!

Come on.

Agnes, get his gun.

Get him off of me.

Arnold, give me a hand.

Stop.

You weren't the only ones that connected this up with the construction trade.

I smashed up the description of the guys that attacked you with everybody that

was indicted with Berlinski and D 'Angelo.

Came up with these two beauties.

Oh, yeah.

I also found Harriet Lake.

Well, what did Harriet Lake have to do with the Construction Workers Union?

Clearly in the obituary it says that she was a grade school teacher in

Pittsburgh. I'll get to her in a minute. Now, none of this was in the

indictment. I got it from a friend of mine at Justice.

A fellow named Pete Sotos was a vice president of the International until he

convicted for taking kickbacks.

Pete didn't want to spend his declining years doing hard times, so he rolled

over and went into the witness protection program.

The government was going to trot him out to testify against his old cronies and

local 604 until he got instant amnesia.

The day after, Harriet Lake drowned in her bathtub.

She was his sister.

Lake was just her married name. Well, that kind of information could be worth

lot. I was right.

Someone is selling the names of potential witnesses.

Well, that's a very gruesome way to make money.

Or win cases.

You know, Stuart Tyler was on a couple of those cases. He won both of them.

That's how he made his name at the firm.

We ran a check on all the calls made from the union hall while Arnold and

were there. One of them was to a beeper leased by Canfield and Carstairs.

Every lawyer in the firm has one. I've got one, too.

Steve, these two guys who attacked Arnold and Agnes, can you keep that

quiet? For how long? Till tonight.

I guess we could lose them in the system.

Agnes, see if you can get in those files and find out who was assigned that

particular beeper number.

Sure. Use Arnold's access code.

It's okay with Arnold.

Well, it won't matter to him. He'll be dead.

He's dead.

I can't tell you how delighted we are that you've chosen us to represent you.

Well, it was Mr.

Tolliver's decision.

You have a young man with a firm I've heard quite good things about.

Ah, and who might that be?

Arnold Baskin.

Baskin?

Yes, his father Murray is an old, dear friend. We'd like him on the team.

Well, unfortunately...

Mr. Baskin is no longer with us.

Since when?

Since this morning.

We had to terminate him.

He wasn't pulling his weight.

But Mr.

Tyler here is an excellent replacement.

Yes, as a matter of fact, Mr. Tyler is working on one of our most important

cases, a trial of two certain union officials charged with malfeasance in

office. Yes, yes, I've read about that. Should be quite feather in your cap, Mr.

Tyler, if you win. I intend to.

No doubt.

Not anymore.

Well, gentlemen, if we can't have Arnold Baskin, you can't have us.

Expect me, shall we?

Poor

Arnold.

So young to be terminated.

Sounds like they're all in on it.

Well, time will tell.

Let's just hope Agnes can get those beeper assignments tonight.

Right. Had a feeling that'll tell us who's behind the murders.

I put it on hold.

I should have known Arnold was too stupid to figure out what was going on.

Baskin's a lot smarter than he looks.

Or acts. He's dead.

But someone used his access code to reposition the beeper assignment.

Let go, Kenny!

Hey,

you're going to have a little accident.

You're going to trip on those high heels.

And break your neck.

You.

Just a little ruse we cooked up to smoke you out.

Now who's the stupid one, Kenny?

What the hell?

I always like to bargain.

Two for the price of one.

What'll it be?

Murder -suicide?

Armed robbery that went wrong?

Look, let her live, okay?

I mean, she's nothing but a ditchy paralegal. I'm the brains behind this.

Right.

Bright as a new penny, just as worthless.

Everybody knows you got this job because of your old man.

Freeze, Kenny!

Mr. Tolliver.

Not anymore.

That's a skydiving school you want to start.

Expensive proposition.

You know what a messenger makes? By the time you had enough money, you'd be too

old to climb on the plane.

Much less jump out of one.

So you came up with your own alternative way of financing your dream, didn't

you? Selling the name of potential witnesses.

Every file, every memo, every piece of mail came to you first. Even before the

attorneys knew who was going to be called, you had that information.

Say goodbye, Kenny, for about 20 years.

Hey, Kenny, you were right.

My father did give me this job.

But I'm going to keep it on my own. You wait and see. He may not be the best

lawyer in the firm or the brightest.

He may not know much about the law. He may never have tried a case in court.

That's not offending me. You're going to get me disbarred.

We all thank goodness this horrible business is over and an acknowledgement

his splendid work of uncovering the viper in our midst.

We welcome our newest partner, Arnie Baskin.

Can we get one right here?

I'm not joking, indeed. He brought the first breath of scandal to this firm in

its 94 years.

I'd like to say thank you, Mr. Carstairs.

And I'd like to especially thank Mr. Canfield for believing in me. More than

mentor.

I'm going to destroy that.

A little late for that. You just made him partner.

merely a higher perch from which to fall, dear boy.

I'm going to see that he gets every potentially career -destroying case that

comes down the pike until he either fails miserably, giving us cause to give

the boot, or until he becomes so whipped and beaten he resides.

Congratulations, Al. Thanks, Dr. Sloan. I owe a lot of this to you.

And you.

And to show my gratitude, how would you like to work for the newest partner in

Canfield Car Stairs and Manors? You mean it?

Absolutely.

I think you deserve a little bit of what I'm going to get.