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Previously on L .A. Law.

If you don't give me a wet one right
now, I'm going to be forced to use

Would you consider moving in with me?

Can I just visit for now?

Would you like to see my shower?

I'm getting married in three weeks. His
name is Kevin Crenshaw.

Kevin.

Meet Michael Cusack. He's with the Trial
Lawyers Association.

What were you trying to prove?

That you could get back at me by trying
to humiliate a decent good man.

Thank you, Mickey.

So much for tax shelters.

Moving along to cases pending.

Arnold, Lewis versus Lewis.

Settled. Jenkins versus Jenkins.

Settling. Harper versus Ditto.

Settling. Yamato versus Ditto. Settling.
Ditto versus Ditto. Settling. All the

Dittos are settling.

Sounds like things are going well.

No, not going well.

You see this finger?

You want to know how I did this?

An image springs to mind. I jammed it,
sweating out my career frustrations on a

basketball court.

Arnold, if you'd like to talk later.

Oh, thank you, Leland, but a little pep
talk isn't going to do it. I have a new

client coming in, a movie writer
-producer, and I want to solicit her

entertainment business.

Arnold, we've been over this territory
before. We're not set up to handle

entertainment law here.

But we should be.

We'll take this up at our partners'
meeting.

Leland, this is 1986.

Next.

Moving along.

Tony's Toys.

Unfriendly takeover bid by Bennington
Industries against my client's toy

manufacturing company.

I assume you'll be able to negotiate
some cushy golden parachutes for your

client? Mr. Covelli doesn't want money
or a management contract.

Oh, what would he like?

Sex? Drugs?

What he would like is to keep his
company.

He builds it from the ground up. And he
knows every worker there. It would kill

him to see it raped and pillaged by
corporate marauders.

Ah, Miss Kelsey.

Tilting at windmills again.

And here I was under the impression that
you actually wanted to be a partner in

this firm.

Assuming I've invited, Douglas.

I do.

I'll try and remember that when we vote
later this week.

Now, for a little comic relief.

Michael. Where do we stand on Harry
Finneman's suit to be stuffed and

his backyard?

For your information, Harry Finneman is
suing for his basic constitutional right

to be left alone by the government.

Is this the guy that wants to be freeze
-dried when he croaks? Yeah, Mike, did

you ever see what Roy Rogers did with
Trigger? Yeah, but Trigger was hairy.

Isn't Mr. Finneman going to wind up all
wrinkled like a dried -up apricot? What

do they do about the eyes?

Glass? I believe that's what they did
for Trigger.

You might think this is a joke, folks.

But as a constitutional matter, it
bothers the hell out of me to have the

government intruding not only into the
bedrooms of consenting adult citizens,

but also, God forbid, into the graves of
dead ones.

I'm leaving.

Well, so much for comic relief.

I've never felt vindictive towards any
of my husbands before.

But this is different.

I really want, badly want, Mitchell to
suffer.

Which is why Cammie Myers insisted I
come to you.

Feelings are perfectly understandable,
Hillary. Your husband leaves you for

another woman. No, no, no, no, please.

He messes with some starlet.

No big deal.

But he messes with me.

He has me rewritten and taken off the
movie.

That. For that.

He's going to suffer.

Well, he who suffers most suffers in the
pocketbook.

I wonder why Cammy Myers didn't tell me
how incredible looking you are.

Or me, you.

She must be hot for you.

I bet all of your clients are.

Is that how you hurt your hand?

Fighting them off?

No, actually, I was... Playing
basketball.

I bet you have talented hands.

You're so long and tapered. And that
love line.

It's very thick, isn't it?

Arnie?

What? Maybe you'd like to run through
the schedule of community assets now?

You do have another appointment in ten
minutes.

Business intrudes.

Well, it's all here.

Stocks, bonds, bank accounts, the house,
cars.

Nothing very tricky except for the two
movies.

You mean Galaxy and Rosebush both due
out this month.

You follow the industry.

Galaxy, first draft screenplay written
by you.

Totally rewritten by a no -talent studio
hack.

And directed by your husband, Mitchell.

Originally budgeted at 12 million,
rumored to have gone 10 over.

More like 13 over.

And then there's Rosebush, written and
produced by you, brought in for just

3 million, a sensitive love story.

Beautifully observed, I'm sure.

I'm proud of it.

But will it make money?

Will the 13 -year -olds like it?

Probably not.

So then common wisdom would dictate...

that if we want to hurt Mitchell
financially, we should get you as big a

of galaxy as possible and as little of
Rosebush.

I was afraid that you'd say that.

Except that a movie that costs $25
million has to make at least $75 million

before it goes into profits.

What are the odds of that?

Now, on the other hand, a movie that
costs only three has to make nine.

So, throwing ancillary rights into the
pot, all you need is a half -decent

domestic take.

You're in the black.

If you're saying that I can keep
Rosebush and still punish Mitchell, I

in love.

Serious love.

Do you have them on cassette?

Mm -hmm.

I'm going to send a messenger to pick
them up. I want to take a look at them

myself. Then we'll get together again,
give them my thoughts, and we will plan

our strategy.

Sound okay?

I can't wait.

Be sure to give Roxanne your parking
ticket. She'll be happy to stamp it.

Gentlemen, please.

It's when the press gets wind of it.

Isn't there some way to make this thing
go away?

Not my fault, Your Honor. California
Health and Safety Code, Division 7, Dead

Bodies, Section 7054.

Any person who deposits or disposes of
any human remains, except in a cemetery

or by cremation, is guilty of a
misdemeanor. A statute which exceeds

police powers, which is why we are
asking for an accelerated trial in this

declaratory relief action.

Mr. Cusack, are you too young to
remember candid camera?

No, Your Honor.

Alan Funt isn't behind the curtain.

I'm afraid not, Your Honor.

Well, let's get on with the show.

One last question, Dr. Penrod. In your
expert opinion, does a dead body pose

potential health hazards to the general
populace? Yes, definitely.

Is there any way to eliminate such
hazards?

Yes, burial and or cremation of the
body.

Thank you.

Dr. Penrod.

Do you know of any other method of
dealing with a dead body that would

same ends? Not that I'm aware of. What
about mummification?

The Egyptians seem to do just fine.

I truthfully don't know much about
mummification.

I see.

What about jator?

I'm not familiar with it. A Tibetan and
Mongolian practice in which the body is

left out to be eaten by birds.

I'm a pathologist, Mr. Cusack. I really
don't know much about that, though it

sounds pretty morbid.

Well, actually, to a Mongolian, our
practice of embalming and burial would

morbid. Objection. This is an argument,
not a question.

Sustained. Please try to save your
argument for later, Mr. Cusack.

Dr. Penrod, do you know of any health
hazards associated with freeze -drying?

Again, it's not my field.

So what you're saying is it's a matter
of ignorance.

Objection. Rephrase the question.

If I could demonstrate to you, Doctor...

that freeze -drying has no potential
health or safety hazard to the general

populace, would then your professional
opinion be that the practice is no

different from burial or cremation?

Yes. If you could so persuade me, I'd
have to change my opinion.

Thank you.

No further questions.

If we get passed over for partner one
more time, that's it.

How's your salad?

If we wait another year, we won't even
be marketable anywhere else. I don't

to go anywhere else. And they know it,
which is how they get away with keeping

you an associate forever.

It's not that terrible, Ann.

It's not like I need the money.

The money is only a symbol of your
value.

If they don't make you a partner, it's
because in their eyes you are a glob of

spit. Ann, come on.

I'm eating.

I have told Leland in no uncertain terms
that if they pass me over again, I'll

go somewhere else.

Pretty serious bluff. I'm not bluffing.

I've made some phone calls.

I'll be packed and out by the end of the
month.

If you left, I wouldn't get to spend any
time with you.

Damn it, Stuart.

You're doing the same thing with me that
you do with the firm.

What, being happy where I am?

Not being secure enough to know your
value to them or to me.

Really?

Do you know how long it's been since
I've let anyone into my life?

The truth is, and it scares me.

I couldn't picture it without you.

Your Honor,

I move for a continuance at this time.

People object, Your Honor. Just till
Friday.

I'm in trial in federal court till then.

Continued until Friday, November... Your
Honor, excuse me. I have a problem with

Friday. Would it be too much to ask you
to enlighten the court as to the nature

of this problem?

I'm getting married Friday afternoon in
front of Judge Conley.

Well, that's no problem.

I am sure Mr. Maroney would not wish to
stand in the way of true love.

Monday's fine.

Fine.

What? No honeymoon?

This is a beautiful thing you do only
once, maybe twice in your life. Tops.

Monday will be fine, thank you, Your
Honor.

Well, mazel tov.

And we're in recess.

I got your message.

I thought I'd return it in person.

I wanted to talk to you about the other
night.

It shouldn't have happened.

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

We both wanted it to happen.

Who knows? Maybe if I'd met you
sooner... It's not too late.

Get out of this thing, Gracie. It's not
what you want.

We've been over this before.

I don't want to debate it.

I care about you more than anyone else
in the world.

If you do, if you really do, be my
friend.

And wish me as much happiness in my life
as I wish you in yours.

Really? You wanted to see me, Stuart?

Oh, yeah.

What about?

Oh, well, you know, I know that there's
a meeting on Thursday to discuss the

addition of new partners.

Correct.

Well, I thought that given my tenure
with the firm, a partnership

would not be out of the question.

Well, we'll certainly give it a full
airing, Stuart.

Thank you, Leland. I appreciate it.

Is that all?

Only that... I hope you'll keep Irving
Lewis in mind.

What about Irving Lewis?

Well, you see, if I were to leave the
firm, which I don't want to do, I

think Irving might think about taking
his business elsewhere, too.

Is that a threat, Stuart?

Oh, God, no, absolutely not, Leland.

Well, yeah.

Technically speaking, it's a threat, but
I wouldn't... Oh, Leland, this is

really hard for me.

I'm a happy man, basically.

I like my work. I like my colleagues.

So I've noticed.

I don't want to leave.

It's just that... I'm getting too old to
be an Indian.

I want to be a chief.

Not everyone in the tribe can be a
chief, Stuart.

But your desire to be so is duly noted,
and we'll take it up at the partners'

meeting.

Thanks.

Look, for whatever it's worth, if it
goes against me, I understand your

as one man, one vote.

I really, really hate burdening you with
my problems, Lehman.

Thank you, Stuart.

Well? Well, I don't know. Stated a
vigorous, forceful case.

And?

I was a complete wimp.

Oh, good morning, Hillary.

Sorry I'm late. Would you like some
coffee? No, thank you.

Thank you, Roxanne.

Well? Well, I screened both films.

And I agree.

Galaxy is trash.

It's a low -rent rehash of the last half
-dozen space adventures. We've seen it

before and we've seen it better.

And mine?

Yours, it's like you.

It's tender, tough -minded, exquisite
blend of sensitivity,

street smarts, very keenly observed
characters, and a very beautiful sense

time and place.

Really?

You're not just saying that.

Really, I think you've got a potential
very important picture. You should be

very proud.

Thank you.

I only have one tiny suggestion.

What? Can I ask you a personal question?

Ask. Do you like sex?

What do you think?

I think that's what's missing in your
film.

It is not about sex.

It is about 14 -year -olds coming of
age.

Well, when I was 14, I did not come of
age with my clothes on.

I bet you didn't.

You write one more scene without
clothes, and you will have every

America lining up.

Trust me.

Five minutes of searching, sensitive,
youthful passion.

And this film can cross over from a
boutique specialty item to a broad

box office winner.

I would love that.

And if you're willing to accept that one
little change...

I would personally recommend giving up
all interest in Galaxy.

All of it? Sure.

This way there's no mixed emotions. You
can openly cheer for his film to be the

catastrophic failure you really want it
to be while savoring the pleasure of

your fully -owned box office bonanza.

I really want to believe you.

You can believe this.

I'm willing to bet my fee against two
and a half points of your movie that I'm

right.

If I worked my whole life, brick by
brick, building myself a beautiful

one could take that away from me.

Am I right?

I didn't say this was fair, Mr. Covelli.

Just legal.

Ann.

Hi.

Anything? They've gone by the book.

Great. There must be something.

The poison pill.

I don't think so.

What's a poison pill?

It's a provision which basically issues
more shares to the stockholders. It

makes takeover more expensive for them.

Do it. I doubt if it'll stop them. Even
if it does, we'd be facing a class

action suit.

Besides which, your directors would
never go for it. They'll do what I say.

Have you given any thought to how much a
fight like this will cost?

It could break you, Mr. Covelli.

I started with nothing. I'm not afraid
to start over.

What I won't do is lie down and play
dead while someone sticks a gun in my

We understand your position, Mr.
Cavalli, and I promise you, we won't

you.

I went to five lawyers before you.

I got no chance, they say.

Sell out. Everyone told me that.

But you, from the first day I met you,
there was a look in your eyes.

All the fat cat lawyers, and you're the
first one willing to get her knuckles

bruised. I like you, lady.

You're a fighter.

I like you a lot.

Basically, it's the same technique you
use to freeze -dry a flower.

By the way, can you tell which one of
these is real?

No, I can't.

It's been freeze -dried for five years.

Would you like to inspect it, Your
Honor?

Mr. Eastman, when did you first become
acquainted with Harry Finneman?

Three months ago. He came into my lab
and asked me if I'd be willing to freeze

-dry him.

After he was dead, of course.

What did you say?

Well, I told him that I couldn't do it,
that it's illegal.

Mr. Eastman, would freeze -drawing, Mr.
Finnaman, pose a health hazard to the

general populace? Objection.

Speculations. No foundation as to
expertise.

I believe I have laid a foundation, Your
Honor.

Overruled. No, there'd be no problem.

I have nothing further.

May I approach the witness?

Yes, you may.

With all due respect, Mr.

Eastman...

Freeze -drying a flower is not the same
as freeze -drying a person. There's a

big difference, isn't there? True.

Thank you.

Mr. Eastman, is freeze -drying an animal
any different than freeze -drying a

person? No. Same thing exactly.

First you take out all the organs, then
you take out the eyes and all the fat,

and then you insect -proof it. You
inject it with some preservatives, some

antioxidants, then you stuff it and you
pose it.

And that's before it ever gets to the
dehydrator, where you leave it for,

at Mr. Finneman's weight, four months.

Maybe a little longer, because, you see,
the secret is really in the drying.

It's got to be long and slow. Mr.
Cusack.

Your Honor, I have just one more
question, with your permission.

Thank you.

Mr. Eastman, do you know this dog?

Huddle sure she's been my best friend
for 22 years 22 years That's a long time

for a dog to live. Well, she's been
freeze -dried for six of them Your honor

It's

not nearly as voluminous as it would
appear

Once you review the documentation, I
believe the execution can be completed.

That won't be necessary, Mr. Reichman.
I'm not signing.

I'm afraid you have no choice.

A poison pill will be adopted and
ratified this afternoon, which will

your takeover costs. Pardon me, madam,
but let's not bluff.

Now, you can't stop us. We can either do
this easy, or we can do it rough.

Your client is attempting to strip Mr.
Covelli of a company that he and his

family have devoted their entire lives
to.

You may win, sir, but it's going to be
so difficult, so painful, and so

expensive. Believe me when I tell you
that the pain will be yours only.

And as far as the expense is concerned,
I eat companies all the time.

Tony's Toys is just a snack.

What you do, Mr.

Stern, is rape.

Then I guess you have two choices.

Fight and get bloodied, or lie back and
enjoy it. I don't appreciate that, sir.

Gordon Stern does not rape.

He's not equipped for it.

Oh, a low blow, sir. Don't worry.

I can't hurt it if he don't have it.
What's that supposed to mean? Please,

we get on with the business?

I want to find out what the hell he
meant by that. What I meant is, if you

cut it in the bedroom, you wouldn't need
to do it in the boardroom.

Sit down, Mr. Stern. Unless you like it
with guys. Is that what you get off on,

Mr. Stern? Shut your mouth. Get out of
my face. Hold it.

Sit down.

Hold it. Come on.

Get up. Get up.

Come on.

Get up, you spineless fruit.

I can't.

Mr.

Covelli. I call an ambulance.

Oh, my God.

What's happening?

Criminal assault, Mr. Stern. That's
what's happening. He provoked me. If he

dies, manslaughter.

Not to mention the civil suit we're
filing.

And since you took that swing as chief
executive officer, your big company's on

the hook, too.

Tony's Toys is going to eat you alive,
mister.

Snack on that.

And as far as I can see, all the assets
are community property.

You've already discussed the house, the
automobiles. What about the two films?

Well, I'm no expert on show business,
Mr. Guild, but what makes sense to me is

that we just split the profits, if any,
50 -50.

Actually, seeing as how my client has a
more personal connection with Galaxy and

yours with Rosebush, I thought perhaps
we'd take the Galaxy profits and you'd

take Rosebush. No.

Even up, you mean. That's ridiculous.

I thought you hated Galaxy.

Galactic garbage.

Garbage? I buried my soul in that
picture, lady.

And when the public sees what I put...
I've seen you bury your soul, not to

mention everything else. And believe me,
it's not a pretty sight.

Oh, you want to speak.

You didn't see her before the nose job.

There was enough left over for two
chairs and an ottoman. Very sensitive,

hack. I...

Wonder if I might engage with my client
privately.

Certainly. Just watch out for your
wallet.

This'll just be a minute.

Well, a minute's about as long as he's
good for.

How are you going for dinner tonight?

I was planning on having you.

In that case, skip lunch.

How's your finger?

Better.

I've got something for you to put on it
that'll make it feel much better.

Mr. Guild, emotions aside, I would be in
breach of my fiduciary duty

if I accepted your proposal.

Well, we might be willing to make some
further financial concessions. Such as?

Um, the tax -free muni bonds.

Again, Mr. Guild, I know little about
this movie stuff.

But the market research indicates the
galaxy could earn a hundred million.

More than ten times the potential of
Rosebush. Market research is hardly

reliable. But what if I were to ignore
it and it became a reality?

I might be guilty of malpractice. Give
it to him. I don't care if it makes two

billion. It still stinks.

And I want to be free of the stench. You
want stench? Take a whiff of Rosebush.

Please, please.

Look, please.

It is my job to effect financial parity
in this settlement.

Perhaps if you took...

the house, too.

Even with the art collection and all of
its other contents, the value would only

be three to four million. Take it, for
God's sake, and let's be done with this.

I will not give away Galaxy.

You'd sue me later.

What else is there?

The condo in Aspen.

Ah, you've gone too far.

All right.

We're back to square one.

All right.

The Muny bonds.

The home, its contents, and the condo in
Aspen.

Take it or leave it.

Done.

Then we have a deal?

I'll messenger the papers over for
signature.

We're phenomenal.

You were fabulous.

Well, I hope my partners think so. With
the deal we've struck, it's going to be

a while before I get paid.

Well, here's a little advance right now.

Mr. Gertz.

Aside from being president of the U .S.
Association for Funeral Directors and

Mortuaries, you also personally own
three funeral parlors, is that correct?

Correct.

Mr. Gertz, the funeral business is
pretty lucrative, isn't it?

We do all right.

Well, better than all right, I would
think. It's the only business I can

of that we're all going to need sooner
or later.

What are you getting at?

Well, if the current laws were to be
changed, it could hurt you guys pretty

You know, I'm getting sick and tired of
the abuse everyone heaps on the funeral

profession. And my participation here
today as a witness for the state has

nothing to do with either business or
money.

You still haven't answered my question,
Mr. Gertz. If everyone in the world

wanted to be freeze -dried, I could go
into freeze -drying, buy up all the

dehydrators, and literally bury the
small -timers like Eastman. So what

saying, then, is that aside from the tie
to tradition, you really have no

objection to freeze -drying?

Don't twist my words around, young man.
I said that's what I could do, but I

never would.

Because as a God -fearing American and
the father of three children, I object

freeze -drying as an affront to a decent
society.

First it's that man, and maybe it's my
next -door neighbor.

I do not want and I will not have my
children exposed to something like that.

Well, maybe they should be.

Don't you think maybe it's time that all
of us in this country stop trying so

hard to hide from the reality of death?

The reality of death is not freeze
-drying, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

what the Bible says.

And in denying the natural order of the
birth and death cycle, freeze -drying is

nothing less than an abomination, an
offense against God.

And you, sir, are a blasphemer.

How dare you judge me? How about let's
take a little recess?

Happy Halloween.

You wanted to see us, Leland? Yeah.

Stuart.

How's Mr. Covelli?

He's out of danger.

Fortunately, as these things go, it was
a pretty mild attack.

Well, that's good news.

And in consideration of our agreeing not
to file a civil assault suit, Stern has

completely withdrawn his takeover
attempt.

That's very nice.

Happy endings are few and far between.

My compliments on your handling of the
entire matter.

Thank you.

Please sit down.

I know you've been anxious about the
results of our meeting this morning.

Yes, we are.

Well, let me end the suspense with my
heartfelt congratulations.

You are both hereby tendered offers of
partnership in the firm, and I hope

you'll accept.

Well, speaking only for myself, I'm
really quite moved. I'd

just like to express thank you.

I accept.

Me too, Leland.

Thanks.

I'll leave it to Douglas to fill you in
on the particulars.

And as I'm sure you'd both like a
moment's privacy to more adequately

your mutual pleasure, I will take this
opportunity to excuse myself.

Make sure you understand we're on the
clock.

For your signature?

Great outfit. Very sexy. Thank you.

Okay, I give up. What'd I do?

Nothing. Rox, you're treating me like a
pan full of used kitty litter. What's

the matter?

Rox?

How could you let yourself get involved
with that woman?

What woman?

Hillary Mishkin.

It is totally unprofessional.

I'm not involved with her.

Then what was that kiss I walked in on?

Oral testimony.

Huh? Rox, I'm representing her in a
divorce.

She undresses you every time she looks
at you, the slut. Rox, I don't like it

any more than you do.

It makes me feel used.

Dirty, sort of.

Then why do you do it?

Because these women are in pain. They're
so vulnerable.

powerless, rejected, low self -esteem.

And they look to me for friendship and
support.

Sometimes they need something more, like
a kiss to make them feel feminine

again.

Is that so terrible?

I guess not.

Believe me, I get no thrill from it. But
how do I say no without being an

insensitive jerk?

Oh, I'm the insensitive jerk.

I got... Possessive and jealous.

I'm sorry.

Hey, you're my pussycat.

Don't you forget it.

Oh, Arnie, sometimes I forget what a
good man you are.

Get out of here. Wait, give me a kiss.

Mr. Fenneman, if you would, describe
your health.

It stinks.

Could you be a little more specific than
that?

I have cardiomyopathy.

I see.

And what's the prognosis?

Well, I had a transplant, which they
won't give me.

It's incurable and degenerative.

Mr. Fenneman, I know how painful this
must be to contemplate.

But have your doctors told you how much
longer you have to live?

doctors. You're interested? Ask them.

Your Honor, you have before you medical
records attesting to the fact that Mr.

Finnaman has less than four months to
live.

And you have no right, no damn right, to
tell me I can't be freeze -dried.

Mr. Finnaman, what is your objection to
being buried?

No one's gonna stop me, you know, a damn
black box six feet underground.

Well, cremation would solve that
problem, wouldn't it?

How'd you like to be incinerated with
all your flesh roasted off you?

Which brings us to freeze -drying.

Which not one, not one of your damn so
-called experts has proven for one

that there's anything wrong with.

Mr. Finnaman, if you can, could you tell
the court why it is that being freeze

-dried is so important to you?

I want to be freeze -dried is my
business.

If I want to sit out on a bench under my
gazebo so I can see my swimming pool,

my tennis court, my house, who the hell
am I hurting?

If I want to feel the rain on my face,
feel the warmth of the sun, just let the

birds poop all over me. Who's damn
business is this?

Who's...

Under the circumstances, Mr. Cusack, Mr.
Spitzer, I'd like to meet with all the

principals and chambers.

I'm frankly at a loss here.

If I should decide against Mr.
Fenneman's suit for declaratory relief,

grounds for appeal. You're damn right
there are.

Likewise, if I were to find for the
plaintiff.

Now, inasmuch as I am merely your guard
and variety superior court judge, and

not learned at hand, and insofar as time
is of the essence, isn't there

some way we can navigate our way out of
this legal mess?

It's their suit, Your Honor. Our hands
are tied.

Mr. Cusack?

I believe my client is adamant in his
pursuit of relief, Your Honor.

How old are you, Mr. Fenneman?

Sixty -four.

Well, I'm on the back nine myself.

And while I'm not crazy about the
thought of dying, it's a fact of life I

have to accept.

You spare me the lecture. You're not the
one who's dying.

Why can't I do what I want?

It's my right. What about your family's
rights, Mr. Finneman?

You have this idea in your head that
you're going to be freeze -dried and

on a bench in your backyard.

All right, let's imagine just for the
hell of it I said, okay, go ahead.

What about the people you're leaving
behind?

Your children, your wife.

How's she supposed to have a party with
you out there?

What if she wants to bring a date home?

Or what if she decides to sell the
house? Who'd want to buy it with you

out there under the gazebo? No one's
going to sell that house from under me.

point is, Mr. Finneman, you're refusing
to accept the reality of death.

The fact that the world will go on about
its business without you, that your

wife will have a life without you. you,
your children will grow old without you.

Oh, will you shut up? That if only you
can be freeze -dried, you can cheat the

grim reaper.

Leave him be.

Stop badgering him.

I'm just trying to understand, Mrs.
Finnaman.

I have to make a decision.

Help me out here, Mr. Finnaman, will you
please?

I need to know why it's so important to
you.

When I was a boy, I used to lie in bed
in the pitch dark.

Wide awake.

Trying not to think about it, but I
couldn't stop.

I'd imagine myself dead in a box six
feet under the ground.

Total darkness.

Straining to see.

Straining to hear.

I can't move my hands more than an inch
above my face.

My brain screaming, let me out of here.

Knowing that I was trapped.

yet a million years from now.

It's only starting to be dead forever.

I panic.

I start to whimper.

Mrs. Fenneman, you've been silent
throughout.

What's your feeling about all this?

It's his life.

If it's what he wants, he should have
it.

Is it what you want?

No, but I'm not afraid like he is.

If it was up to you, Mrs. Finneman, what
would you do?

If it was up to me, I would die with
him.

No,

don't say that.

So that we could be together, baby boy.

That's why you're so afraid.

You always hated being alone.

I'm so scared.

Why do I have to die? It's not fair.

Life is not fair, sweet boy.

Life is just life.

Mr. Fenneman.

Mr.

Fenneman.

In my own mind, I haven't yet decided
this case.

But given the issues in question here,
what I'd like to do, if it's agreeable

with everybody, is set aside your
complaint for now.

It's fine with me.

Mr. Fenneman, you'll do whatever you
want.

Talk it over.

And God bless you, sir.

Excuse

me.

Kevin and Grace.

I can't tell you what a privilege and a
pleasure it is for me to be joining the

two of you in matrimony on this day.

And I can only hope I'll have the
privilege and pleasure of swearing in

bride as municipal court judge of the
7th District.

Thank you.

Now to the matter at hand.

Do you, Kevin Crenshaw, take this woman,
Grace Van Owen... Excuse

me. I hope I'm not too late.

Excuse me, I think you're looking for
the Wallerstein party. It's on the ninth

floor.

Actually, I'd like to have a few words
with Miss Van Owen.

It is still Van Owen, isn't it?

Look, pal, whoever you are... It's all
right.

This will only be a moment.

What? I'm in the middle of getting
married.

Just tell me that that's the guy that
you want to spend the rest of your life

with.

The rest of your life, Gracie.

Just tell me that, and I'm out of here,
and I'll never bother you again.

Look, I don't know who you are, but if
you don't leave here right now, I'm

to call the sheriff.

Gracie, I know this is a hell of a time
to say this, but I'm in love with you.

Gracie, do you want me to throw this guy
out of here?

Just give me a minute, Kevin.

I'm sorry, Kevin.

Mom, are you?

Daddy, I'm so sorry.

Well, let's go before I change my mind.

Eight men.

Leon's my name and photography's my
game. How about a snapshot of the bride

groom, huh?

Definitely.

Thanks. Ten bucks, my man.

Ten bucks?

You got any cash?

No.

Forget it.

No pockets.

What's it going to be with us, Kuva?

I don't know.

I thought maybe Santa Barbara.

I didn't mean just tonight.

There's something you have to know about
me, Greg.

I'm probably not as good at planning the
future as you are.

But no big deal, right? I mean...

You probably had to cancel a dinner
date.

I love you.

And I'm just happy to be with you.

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